You Can't Kill Me.

Angry

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Fuck this.”

“Get the fuck out of here.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Fuck that!”

“I fucking hate him/her/them/you.”

“Fuck. FUCK. FUUUUCK!”

“Shut the fuck up.“

“Get your fucking act together.”

“Keep your shitty nose out of my fucking business.”

“Leave me alone, or I’ll fuck you up.”

“Get your fucking hands off of me!”

“Stay the fuck away from me.”

“Who stole my fucking shit?!”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

“You wanna fucking go, punk?”

“Get the fuck over it.”

“Where the fuck have you been?”

“What the fuck do you want from me?”

Sad

“Fuck life.” 

“No, I’m not fucking over it.”

“Why the fuck did he/she/they have to go and die?”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”

“Why did things have to go so fucking wrong?”

“I’m gonna eat fifty fucking cartons of ice cream and then pass out and die like a warrior.”

“Try to fucking stop me from leaving my room. It’s not gonna happen.”

“The love of my life just decided that I was worth fucking nothing.”

“I fucking miss him/her/them.”

“Who the fuck cares?”

“All of this fucking shit was for nothing.”

“I fucked up my own life.”

“I can’t believe I did this fucking shit all over again.”

Insults

“Fuck you!”

“I fucked your mom last night.” 

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“You just think you’re fucking hilarious, don’t you?” 

“Who the fuck died and made you king/queen/ruler?” 

“Go to fucking hell, you piece of shit!”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Motherfucker!”

“Wow, that’s fucking small.”

“Get the fuck over yourself.”

Sexy

“Fuck me.”

“I don’t ‘make love’, I fuck.”

“I’d fuck you all night long.”

“You look like a fucking dog in heat.”

“You look so fucking hot right now.”

“Fuck–faster~”

“FUCK, I’m gonna come!”

“I’ll fuck you right here, right now.”

“Babe, fuck–not here.”

“You’re one cocky motherfucker. Let’s go back to my place.”

“I want to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

“F-fuck–please–~”

“I’d let you fuck me any day.”

“You better use a fucking condom.”

“Tell me what you want me to fucking do to you.”

“Do you want me to fuck you while everyone’s watching?”

“Fuck, it’s big.”

“Let’s make a fucking baby.”

Situations

“Give me a break. I’m in the fucking hospital.”

“How are YOU mad at ME when I’m the one who’s in FUCKING JAIL?”

“Help me set this fucking thing on fire.”

“I’m gonna need a fucking lawyer.”

“This is all YOUR fault, you dumb fuck.”

“It’s not MY fault we’re in fucking handcuffs.”

“Fuck, I’m so wasted.”

“What the fuck did we do last night?”

“Where the fuck am I?”

“Fuck. SHIT. There goes my car.”

“Wait–fuck. Isn’t that my house?”

“Fuck it. Might as well have fun, if we’re going to get caught.”

“Why the fuck do you have gasoline?”

“Where the fuck did that baby come from?!”

“It’s not a party until someone almost fucking dies.”

Stiles jumped slightly as the branch flew past him and his eyes widened slightly. He listened to her rapid questions and then gently held a hand up, gesturing that he meant no harm to her. “My name is Stiles, you’re in the middle of the forest, and that,” he pointed to the stump she stood by. “Is the Nemoton.” He adjusted the strap on his shoulder and shifted his weight to one side, his head falling slightly. “Are you okay? Your magic is erratic…” he mumbled the last part to himself as he looked her up and down, noting she was buzzing with a magical energy.

These last few weeks have been quite weird for Stiles. Usually he had pretty good control over his magic, but things have been off for him lately. Small spells would turn into something bigger than he imagined, he would have weird as dreams in regards to his magic going wrong, effectively freaking him out for days. He decided that he needed to get his shit under control and visit the Nemoton, to center himself.

As he walked through the forest with his backpack towards the Nemoton and stopped in his tracks, his brows raising in confusion to the woman sitting near the old tree. He slowly walked towards her, cautious of who she was. “Hello?”

Ember had been having the same dream since she’d moved here. Every night it was the same thing. She’d be standing in the middle of the woods in front of this strange looking tree. She never understood why, but when she woke up it was always in a panic. That was just the beginning of the list of strange things that had been happening to her since her 21st birthday. Things flying off shelves, lights flickering when she was upset and had it not been for the fact that it wasn’t just at home she’d chalked it off to her house being haunted.

Stiles looked up from the papers he was reading and glared at her. Did she really just say that to him? He set the papers down and leaned back in his chair. It didn’t matter that she had just recently moved from being some girl he took in after he found her shaking in the cold all alone, to his own personal plaything; the fact that she has the nerve to talk to him like that, pissed him off.

“You want to try that shit again?“ He questioned, narrowing his eyes on her. She must have seemed to forgotten that he basically owned her and who he was. 

Stiles took a step back as she opened the door and he looked at her, noticing that she wasn’t looking at him. He sighed as he remembered the small bloodbath that took place at the parley. He looked at her and shifted from one foot to the other. “A few people were killed.” He admitted. “Josiah’s men were taunting mine and one of the new kids lost his cool, and…” he took a deep breath trying not to rile himself up again by thinking about it. “A fight broke out, a few men on both sides were lost.” He said with a frown. 

Aaralyn’s features fell at Stiles’ words. So they could have very well been dead, not only that people on their side were dead too. No wonder he’d sounded so worked up when he got home, not that she at all wanted to be the one who suffered for it. “Is there a way for you to find out names..” she replied uncertain if he’d give her even that much. “I know they were your rival or some shit…but I knew them from the streets, they don’t deserve to die and there aint many people I’d say that about” she huffed as she finally met his gaze.

“Tomorrow, I’m assigning you with mule work, you be with Erica.” He said after a moment of silence. He knew that she hated doing grunt work, especially with Erica. He knew the two of hem hated one another; since it was Erica’s large mouth that decided to continue a fight with their rival, rather than keep her mouth shut. 

Stiles looked up from the papers he was reading and glared at her. Did she really just say that to him? He set the papers down and leaned back in his chair. It didn’t matter that she had just recently moved from being some girl he took in after he found her shaking in the cold all alone, to his own personal plaything; the fact that she has the nerve to talk to him like that, pissed him off.

“You want to try that shit again?“ He questioned, narrowing his eyes on her. She must have seemed to forgotten that he basically owned her and who he was. 

Stiles took a deep breath and closed his eyes before opening them again, trying to calm the tone in his voice. “You do know that you have a punishment coming for that little stunt you pulled in my office.” He said through gritted teeth. “Open the door.” he demanded again jiggling the door knob. 

Stiles looked up from the papers he was reading and glared at her. Did she really just say that to him? He set the papers down and leaned back in his chair. It didn’t matter that she had just recently moved from being some girl he took in after he found her shaking in the cold all alone, to his own personal plaything; the fact that she has the nerve to talk to him like that, pissed him off.

“You want to try that shit again?“ He questioned, narrowing his eyes on her. She must have seemed to forgotten that he basically owned her and who he was. 

Stiles walked up the stairs, angry at how things turned out at the parley. In the midst of him talking things over with his rival, a fight broke out between his own men and the enemy. He wanted to do nothing but murder his own men for being fooled and falling for the shit his the enemy pulled. 

This entire night should have gone without a hitch and now they were on the verge of a fucking war. He walked past Aaralyn’s room and then stopped in his tracks. He needed an outlet for his anger, and seeing as to how Aaralyn is due for a punishment for her antics earlier, Stiles walked back to her room and pulled out his keys unlocking her door. He walked in and looked around not finding her inside. He frowned and looked around and then noticed that her bathroom door was closed. He walked over to the closed door and tried the door finding it locked. 

“Open the fucking door. I know you’re in there, Aaralyn.“

Aaralyn frowned as she heard the footsteps in her bedroom, not having to guess just who it was lurking about. She grimaced at how angry he sounded when he called out to her, apparently the night hadn’t gone well and of course she’d be the target when she’d pissed him off earlier in the night. She crossed her arms over her chest as she kept her distance from the door, refusing to open it. There was no way she was willingly walking into a punishment.

Stiles looked up from the papers he was reading and glared at her. Did she really just say that to him? He set the papers down and leaned back in his chair. It didn’t matter that she had just recently moved from being some girl he took in after he found her shaking in the cold all alone, to his own personal plaything; the fact that she has the nerve to talk to him like that, pissed him off.

“You want to try that shit again?“ He questioned, narrowing his eyes on her. She must have seemed to forgotten that he basically owned her and who he was. 

This entire night should have gone without a hitch and now they were on the verge of a fucking war. He walked past Aaralyn’s room and then stopped in his tracks. He needed an outlet for his anger, and seeing as to how Aaralyn is due for a punishment for her antics earlier, Stiles walked back to her room and pulled out his keys unlocking her door. He walked in and looked around not finding her inside. He frowned and looked around and then noticed that her bathroom door was closed. He walked over to the closed door and tried the door finding it locked. 

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HUMAN

“Who locked you up in here?” “So you’re the beast they were talking about.” “Calm down, I’m not the one who put you in there!” “I’m going to try getting you out. Just hold still.” “Why would they put you in there?” “Hello? Can you understand me?” “No, I’m not letting you out.” “We’re going to make sure you rot in there.” “I’ll only let you out if you promise not to eat me alive.” “Are you in some kind of trouble?” “Stop struggling, I’m trying to help you!” “You’re staying in there until we find out what you are.” “You poor thing. Why would anyone do this to you?” “If you cooperate, we might just set you free.” “I can’t let you out. They’ll just come after you again.” “How long have you been in there?” “You weren’t born in that tank, were you?” “Your freedom is just the price to pay for our very important research.” “I’ll cut you down, just stop struggling!” “I’m not going to hurt you, I just need to cut these ropes.” “Stop howling, they can hear you a mile away!” *taps on the glass* *waves* “Can you hear me through the glass?” *holds up a note to the glass* [insert message]

MONSTER

Stiles looked up from the papers he was reading and glared at her. Did she really just say that to him? He set the papers down and leaned back in his chair. It didn’t matter that she had just recently moved from being some girl he took in after he found her shaking in the cold all alone, to his own personal plaything; the fact that she has the nerve to talk to him like that, pissed him off.

“You want to try that shit again?“ He questioned, narrowing his eyes on her. She must have seemed to forgotten that he basically owned her and who he was. 

Stiles practically growled at her words and he threw her to the side. He took several deep breaths to keep himself from seeing nothing but red. He clenched his hands at his sides and tried to focus on not killing the woman in front of him. All he wanted to do at this moment was murder Aaralyn, to see the life drain from her eyes. He opened his eyes and glared darkly at her. 

“Get. out.“ He grit out, pointing to the doors to his office. “Now.“