#boysarcasm

nobody wants to talk about your ugly ass. gtfo ://// uhm. you’ve recently started being nice to me and i don’t know how to PROCESS THAT???? like. are you going to pay for my therapy or ??? we.......... damn. we fucking go back. if the true hellsite hadn’t deleted my profile i’d go back and look. but i’m pretty sure that shit was in like 2016/2017. how many scotts did we go through?? how many times did i find you and karleigh in other verses?? how many aim groupchats did we make? HOW MANY KARI? you will always be the stiles to my allison. even if i only ever write her once a year. that’s just. that’s who you are. and i will always, forever, be intimidated as fuck by your writing. no. intimidated isn’t the word. because i am not at all scared of you. what i am is enamored. not only in the way you write stiles (bc i’ve seen you pick up other muses), but in the way you string words together. i don’t know how your brain can make you craft such beautiful words. and then have such shitty taste in hockey. it’s quite sad. i’m really glad you made the jump to tumblr because ilowkeymissedyouorwhatever. and now i can creep on your writing so much easier. and you can put up with my annoying you every. chance. i. get. <3333333

                   she    stops     on     her     tracks     after     a     moment     of    unnerving     silence     (     she     can     feel     his    judging     stare     behind     her     back     ),     and   turning     on     her     heels,     she     expects     to     lash     out     at     him     –     instead,     her     voice   comes     out     quiet     and     breathy,     “     i’m     fine,     okay?     you     know     me     –     i’m     always   fine.     I     graduated     prom     queen     slash     valedictorian,     of     course     i’m     fine.”    returning     to     Beacon     Hills     after     two     years    has     just     taken     a     toll     on     her     (   this     town     is     filled     with     too     many     ghosts     ),     “     I     have     great     memories    of     this     place.     ”

ok i can’t say this enough , stiles stilinski is and will always be the love of my life ok??? like i love this character so fucking much idek where to start asdhkasdhasdjk aND YOUR WRITING IS SO BEAUTIFUL and unique and i’m so excited to see more of you on my dash and talk and write with you and i have so many ideas and you are so precious and just let me love you????

  PROMPT.  :  𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐀  ( 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 )  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 .                                                 CURRENTLY ACCEPTING

↪    i  got  this  lover  that  is  on  my  mind,  i  feel  him.  even  through  this  daily  grind,  i  need  her.  show  me  how  this  shit  does  hurt,  i’m  screaming.  begging  baby  to  be  burnt.

            ❛   stiles  ...   ❜    lydia   couldn’t   imagine   the   haunting   aftereffects   of   possession,   but   she   sees   what   it’s   doing   to   stiles   &   she   wishes   she   could   do   something   to   help   him.   gently    taking   his   hands   into   hers   &   interlacing   petite   fingers   with   his,   lydia   hopes   she   has   somewhat   of   a   calming   effect   ---   god   knows   how   many   layers   of   concealer   hide   violet   ghosts   of   her   own   nightmares,   but   are   they   half   as   bad   as   his   ?   she’s   worried   about   him.    ❛   i   know,   ❜   she   tilts   pearl   dusted   features   with   a   worried   expression,   giving   his   hands   a   gentle   squeeze.   ❛   but   it   wasn’t   your   fault.   everyone   knows   that,   ❜   she   smiles   wistfully.   she’d   never   hold   the   nogitsune’s   influence   against   him.    ❛   we   know   you   didn’t   mean   for   any   of   those   things   to   happen.   it’s   gone   now,   ❜   she   promises,   hoping   his   psyche   will   catch   up   with   the   present   in   time.   she’d   do   anything   for   stiles,   even   if   it   meant   staying   up   until    the   crack   of   dawn   after   cold   sweats   &   bad   dreams   or   late   night   intrusive   flashbacks  ---  it   just   breaks   her   heart   seeing   stiles   this   distressed.    ❛  you’re   still   you,   and   everything   is   okay   now   ...   so   try   not   to   be   so   hard   on   yourself,   okay  ?  ❜    

      ‘     we’re supposed to be at scott’s in ten minutes.     ’    PACK BUSINESS.    NEW MONSTERS.    THE USUAL.    very rarely did the mccall pack have a day to themselves that didn’t involve hunting down some new beast.    it comes as no surprise to malia that her date night with stiles be interrupted by a frantic message from scott requesting a pack meeting.    and when your alpha calls, you answer.    and yet, they do have ten minutes….    ‘     think scott would mind if we were a few minutes late?     ’    she doesn’t wait for his answer, pressing a kiss to his lips as she moves to lay on top of him.    surely lydia and liam could handle things while the two were preoccupied.    right?

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