#v; ᴛʜᴇʀᴇs ɴᴏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ( beacon hills )

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@vaultstolen.

❛ ⎯⎯⎯ does this mean you’ll watch Star Wars? Since nobody else will? Please, come on, not even my own best friend wants to! ❜ 

STARTER CALL  //  NO CAP

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@bittenrage.

❝   i have like a   WEEK   to think about who i want to ask or for someone to ask me.   do i really have to have one   right now? ? ?   ❞

❛ ⎯⎯⎯ well, I mean, you should, or else you’re not gonna have one when time comes because everyone’s gonna be taken, man. Unless someone asks you ⎯⎯⎯ which in that case, cool ⎯⎯⎯ but if not, my door’s open for a night of pizza and video games. ❜    // contin. 

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❛ Hey! ⎯⎯⎯ hey, wait up, ❜ jogging up to Jade upon catching sight of her in the lot, Stiles mindlessly thumbed at the straps of his backpack, sneaker-clad feet falling into an expectedly graceless stride alongside her.  ❛ ⎯⎯⎯ what’re your plans now? After...all of this, I mean? I don’t think I ever got around to asking. ❜    // @xbycode   sc.

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❛ ⎯⎯⎯ I said no! ❜ Hands intuitively ascending and irrepressibly shoving against the solidity before him, the youth’s lean frame all but skidded backward with the impossible rigidity the other was presumably comprised of. A jolt of pain ricocheted up his arms, discomfortingly tingling at his wrists, elbows, and shoulders like the domino effect. But that abrupt onslaught of agony was nothing paralleled to the utter fatigue weighing against his chest ⎯⎯⎯ a vice solely serving to suffocate. ❛ Stop ⎯⎯⎯ please, just ⎯⎯⎯ ❜

The incessant thrum beneath ivory flesh seemingly augmented the longer he stood poised before them, broad shoulders hunched in the unconscious need to concave a heaving chest ⎯⎯⎯ to possibly alleviate the struggling breaths wheezing up his throat. Evidently, he knew what this was, knew there was no escaping the tumult of emotion creeping into his perception, the relative haze accruing before whiskey hues. He also knew that he just needed to leave ⎯⎯⎯ needed to be anywhere but there. ❛ ⎯⎯⎯ don’t come any closer, okay? Not right now. ❜

OPEN.

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@herlacuna

         ❛    no ! stiles, i think i can do this !    ❜      frustrated eyes look down at the math paper in front of her. how long had they been at this ? time felt void whenever she was stuck staring at a paper. so many people      (    people like lydia included    )      made her feel dumb, but she was trying    ––-    so much harder than anyone could possibly imagine. a frustrated sigh passed her lips as she dropped her pencil.      ❛    fine. just a little help.    ❜

At Malia’s apparent adamance to do the problem on her own despite the presumed tension grappling the slope of her shoulders, Stiles compliantly leaned back from where he had priorly hovered, forearms still supporting his frame above the mattress. ❛ Okay ⎯⎯⎯ ❜ but his concede was short-lived when a deep sigh escaped her. ❛ There’s nothing wrong with a little help, Mal ⎯⎯⎯ now let me see what you’re working on. ❜     // contin. 

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With every step taken his legs grew heavier, pulse in an utter uproar within his ears. But voices had reached him from across the school ⎯⎯⎯ he could hear them, his friends, they were nothing but his guide for the sake of reunion. So, despite the fatigue already plaguing taut sinews, Stiles kept on, body now sprinting down the moonlit hallway until her voice resonated clear as day within his skull. ❛ Malia, ❜ rounding the corner with a sharp turn and nothing but a flail of customarily chaotic limbs, Stiles wouldn’t dare halt until he’d made it ⎯⎯⎯ until he was rightfully in her arms. Where he belonged. Malia.     // @herclaws

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❛ ⎯⎯⎯ do you not see how much I still have to do tonight, Shaun, come on ⎯⎯⎯ what d’you want, man? ❜     // @hypohearted    sc. 

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❛ ⎯⎯⎯ hey, mom, can I, uh, talk to you for a sec? There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you. ❜    // @wasabeliever    sc.

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@willsavethem 

    “Right. You’re getting out of this alive. We all are.” No matter what happened, losing anybody just wasn’t an option; it never was. Scott would do whatever it took to protect his pack. “I’m gonna make sure of it.”

❛ Yeah, buddy, of course ⎯⎯⎯ always, ❜ hand clapping down around his best friend’s shoulder, bourbon orbs flitted about the familiar visage, one that never failed to instill and unwavering hope within the frayed rifts of anxious sinews. ❛ ⎯⎯⎯ so what’s the game plan? ❜    // contin.

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❛ ⎯⎯⎯ hey, dude, ❜ adjusting the panels of loosely hanging flannel before him, bourbon orbs flickered up towards those assessing him, ❛ is this shirt too wrinkled? ⎯⎯⎯ and baggy? ❜     // @brolinski    sc.

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@triskhaleion.

❛ ⎯⎯⎯ hey, Derek, no, you don’t get to do that! It’s not just you anymore, okay? You have a pack, friends, who believe it or not, man ⎯⎯⎯ need you. They need their alpha. So climb out of your self-deprecating funk for a second and help! ❜

STARTER CALL  //  NO CAP

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@scxttxmccxll.

❛ ⎯⎯⎯ no, Scott, okay? Not this time, ❜ there was a tug of remorse lingering behind his gut, failing to reign in his words, to take them back ⎯⎯⎯ to cease them. The guilt dripped from his lips with every word expelled, but he unequivocally knew he couldn’t anymore. With sinews utterly spent, and a mind even more so, left Stiles with a crushing weight against his chest ⎯⎯⎯ constricting each thump of his heart with every passing day. Everyone had been hurt, everyone had suffered by his hand, one way or another. He needed time ⎯⎯⎯ he needed to breathe. ❛ ⎯⎯⎯ I can’t be here, not right now. ❜

STARTER CALL  //  NO CAP

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@cruelintenticns.

❛ ⎯⎯⎯ hey, dude, you got a minute? There’s sort of a...problem, ❜ tone relatively dipping with the gravity of what the situation could potentially become, feigned stoicism somewhat masked his apprehension, a hand unconsciously ascending to curl around Isaac’s shoulder. ❛ ⎯⎯⎯ remember that werewolf that showed up a few days ago completely announced? Yeah, well, he’s back ⎯⎯⎯ and not alone this time. ❜  

STARTER CALL  //  NO CAP

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❝Hmm, quite the predicament you’re in.❞

❛ ⎯⎯⎯ yeah, clearly because you’ve been such help, obviously. ❜

CRUEL INTENTIONS: SENTENCE STARTERS //  ACCEPTING

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@akunakii

He should have figured it’d turn out this way – Stiles refusing him once again. However, despite what the other might want to believe, he wasn’t going to force him. Sure, it’d be nice to have the real body back, but thinking over the possibilities of free reign in this faux visage sent a rush of excitement throughout his body.    ‘ Can’t blame a fox for trying. ’    He wasn’t going to force him, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try convincing him; a soft purr in his tone as he took two steps closer.    ‘ But y’know… you and I? We could have a lot of fun together. The two of us again – being more powerful than the other creatures roaming this disgusting town. You can’t tell me you don’t want to put a stop to a few of them – I can help you. ’

All but desperately necessitating the restraint to not squeeze his eyes closed was overwhelming, feverish skin crawling with the utter revulsion the nogitsune compelled from deep within the recesses of his mind. It had been quite a while since one of the darkest times in Stiles’ life, a few weeks ⎯⎯⎯ a month, maybe ⎯⎯⎯ and he found himself still unable to rid the creeping disquietude from between perpetually taut sinews, despite his recollections being awake, aware, and more present than ever. ❛ You’re out of your damn mind if you ever think I’d let you in, again ⎯⎯⎯ ❜ utterance spat in retort, nares flared with the skyrocketing rage coursing through his gut. ❛ I don’t want to be powerful, I want you freakin’ dead. ❜    // contin.

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[ three word starter thingy ] “i’m begging you…”

Shoulders instantaneously abridging in the wake of the werewolf’s words, flared nares expelled a heavy sigh, hands that were once hanging loosely at his sides now curling into tight fists. ❛ No, Derek ⎯⎯⎯ okay? I won’t go there, I can’t bring my dad into this anymore. I’m sorry but... You’re gonna have to figure out another way to save him. I’ll help you, you know I will, but not with my dad, you have to swear you won’t tell him anything. ❜

THREE WORD STARTERS.