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[ofbitterdeath]

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school sucks that's all

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[text] and then what? [text] what are you gonna do if i don't come over there? [text] text me again?

@ofbitterdeath wanted a starter.

[ msg → stiles. ] you've got 4 minutes.

smug; as he watches his phone. knowing full well what that'll prompt stiles into. the rat bastard.

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🐝 🐝 you're bee-utiful! pass this along to five writers to bring the sunshine in && give friendship a bloom!

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he knows when he's about to get scolded--it was something he became eerily familiar with as time went on. and it would be wrong of him to say that he didn't purposefully initiate things that would get those words tossed at him, often, too.

"i know."

did he?

"you know i would do anything here, literally anything at all. hands and knees, to make this all up to you." stiles added after a moment, letting her pull him closer.

★ ROSTAGNO. mouth twitching; she's doing her best to not look pleased at the fact that he's squirming. mostly because he knows how much alayna enjoys it. the brat.

the absolute brat.

‘ don't think words this time are going to cut it, ’ as she tongues the corner of her mouth, watching him with intent. ‘ though i'll hand it to you, begging is a nice touch. ’

fingers curl into his shirt, yanking him closer.

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[text] i'll be waiting and ready.

he knows it's late but that's never stopped him before, if anything, it only encouraged him.

"so i found this thing, i think you need to see it."

@ofbitterdeath wanted a starter.

[ msg → stiles. ] alright, alright.

[ msg → stiles. ] be there in 10.

and within twelve minutes; he's at stiles' front door. the architect, though exhausted, can't stop the smile on his face.

‘ so what's so important, then? at 3:00 am? ’

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[text] at least a solid 9000000/10 [text] but i'll drop it to an 8/10 if you show me pictures of the babies when they're here [text] and a full night on the couch!

@ofbitterdeath wanted a starter.

[ msg → boyf. ] how mad would you be if i had to cancel?

[ msg → boyf. ] like. 90/10 or 9000/10?

[ msg → boyf. ] i know i promised.

[ msg → boyf. ] but there's this really pregnant mama that's been having difficulty with past pregnancies...

[ msg → boyf. ] i'll sleep on the couch! for three weeks! i'll make it up to you, i swear.

[ msg → boyf. ] please don't hate me too much.

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"why do you always think i want something?"

please approach demon boy with caution.

‘ the fuck d'you want? ’

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👉🏻👈🏻 hey

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2 weeks and then i'm backish. <3 sorry guys

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                       why can't you trust anyone?

                                             because you trust everyone!

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drafts soon, dealing with life.

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this is the bee of positivity 🐝 PASS IT ON TO FIVE PEOPLE, let them know you're thinking about them. it doesn't have to be on anon. bzz! keep this going forward! bzz bzz!

💕

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❛ it’s the silence that scares me. ❜ // *yeets this at cody! while quietly singing the maine.*

he nodded in agreement, silence absolutely terrified him. it never came with anything good. the last time? it came with a nogitsune in his brain, an evil fox terrorizing the town he grew up in. "agreed," he said after a minute. "it's too quiet." and it was, no sound, not even the smallest rustle of wind. something big was about to happen.

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❛ i won’t let them kill you. i won’t let them even touch you. ❜ [ mikas. ]

being a human made him weak, it made him feel fragile and exhausted at all times. it made him, most of all, feel utterly helpless, when he couldn't put a fair weight into anything. so as he sits on the floor, blood pushing from a wound in his side, he has to wonder when mikas became a knight in shining armor. "good," stiles mumbles softly.

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it's not you. it's nothing to do with you.

"well, i certainly feels like it when the whole room stops talking the minute i walk in." stiles points out, his eyebrow raised as he gives a short nod toward the rest of the room. "so, what are you talking about?"

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you've finally run out of excuses.

okay, maybe it was true and he had. just maybe. but stiles would never really admit that, he would always keep finding another one to get out of anything. "jessie, if there's one thing you'll come to appreciate about me, is that i will always have something to say." he stated after a moment, keeping his voice low to hide the words from the small gathering of people. "follow my lead."

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time feels like it stops around him. he knew allison was right, and really, when was she ever wrong? but stiles still, in a lot of ways, felt like he was at fault for it all. the pain? the destruction? the horrors that so many had been put through because of weak will and easy prey? it didn't erase that. "i know, but god allison, do you know how much i still blame myself for it all?" he knew it went unsaid, for especially what happened to you?

@ofbitterdeath. ALLISON & STILES.

❝ i don't blame you. you are not at fault for what happened. ❞ allison spoke up after a moment of silence between the two of them -- it was a bit of an uncomfortable silence between the two since she had mysteriously appeared alive again with him standing before her. ❝ i have never blamed you for it, stiles. because it wasn't you. ❞