Jun 25, 2014
stiles-under-the-mistletoe:
"So… I’ve got da booty?" Stiles grinned over at the wolf.
Ethan grinned in return. "You dooooo."
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stiles-under-the-mistletoe:
"So… I’ve got da booty?" Stiles grinned over at the wolf.
Ethan grinned in return. "You dooooo."
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[ o with a line through it // bullet thing :D ]
stiles-under-the-mistletoe: Send a ø for my muse’s reaction to yours taking a bullet for them.
He didn’t see him move. Eyes locked on the gun pointed at him, Ethan didn’t see Stiles move out of the corner of his eyes. It was only when a body crashed into his and he hit the ground did he realize, a loud bang deafening his ears and the sudden scent of blood washing over him.
"Stiles?!" Ethan asked panicked, rolling out from under him as warm sticky blood flowed over his hands, his head snapping up as their attacker ran away.
"What the hell were you thinking?!" Ethan cried, clamping his hands tight over the wound and pulling pain. "Dammit Stiles!"
{ because of our kik thread right now }
{*crawls in quietly* hey um, I want to thank everyone who was concerned last night when I had my mini meltdown. You guys are amazing and I don’t know what I would do without you.}
all the texts? *flees*
Send ✆ for a morning text
[text] someone apparently changed my alarm to a recording of u singing hit me baby one more time. not funny, stiles.
Send ✉ for a text that wasn’t sent
[unsent text] dude, i know u'r not my biggest fan, but if u need help, i'm around
Send ☎ for a rushed text
[text] come over. i think scott broke the house. bring help. NOT MELISSA.
Send ☏ for a loving text
[text] u know, u may not believe this, but i don't really mind ur company
Send ⁇ for a drunk text
[text] stiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiles, man. ur name is so weird. i'm gonna call u barbara from now on.
Send ø for alate nighttext
[text] r u having trouble sleeping again?
Send ✘ for a hateful text
[text] u know what? screw u and screw this, stiles. i'm done putting up with ur shit.
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Stiles stared at his own body, watching it move. His mind completely blanked out. It wasn’t until he saw his own lips moving that he realized it was talking.
"S-Stiles?"
His own eyes widened, “Shit… Aiden?”
Aiden took a step backwards, "S-Stiles? What's going on?" This was so horribly wrong, to hear his own voice, but know that it was just his body, and Stiles was in it now?
Crap, crap, crap. "What did we do??"
Stiles laughed bitterly. “I wanted to wait on telling people… Just in case.” He didn’t dare look back at Aiden, knowing right away he would fall for those eyes once more. “Just… Go back to Lydia. Have fun sneaking into Coach’s office.”
His heart sank, if this was what Stiles wanted, then he'd do it, he'd to anything to make him happy. He looked away, unable to hold his gaze. "I'll leave you alone, not even mention this again, if that's what you really want. I promise."
He could feel the pain in his heart growing with each word he said, but he was a man of his word. If Stiles wanted him to stay away, he would, no matter how much it hurt. He deserved every bit of the pain for hurting the only other person he actually loved. No matter what though, he and Lydia were through. He'd focus on school, on anything else, but he wouldn't hurt Stiles like that, not again.
☺ ♚ ☽ ☎ [sorry I had to]
Send me a symbol to recieve the following from my muse
Verse: Forget About Everything & Runaway
☺: for a happy voicemail"Yo yo Stilessss. Stiles come on!! Hurry up! I thought you were going to meet me outside the theater after work. The play’s almost starting! Come on are you really going to make we watch my first Broadway play all by myself?"
♚ : for a confessing voicemail"Okay, so if you get this message it means I’m out, still looking for a new goldfish that looks identical to your last…. I dropped the bowl. Goldie didn’t make it. Sorry…”
☽: for the final voicemail ever received (think death, etc)"Stiles! Stiles I love you! I love you okay!" *panting and sounds of someone moving quickly* "Don’t go after him! Please! I love you! Just stay safe!" *loud snarls* "STILES I LOVE YOU SO MUCH PROMISE YOU WONT-" *line cuts out*
☎: for a voicemail not meant for you"Aiden. Aiden please. Please pick up. I miss you so much. Please. Aiden, I need to know you’re okay. Please. Call me."
