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❛ maybe you can RUN THEM OVER & take the jacket for yourself, ❜ he comments, reaching across to the coffee table & pouring himself another drink. he had half a bottle of scotch left, just enough to last him until it was late enough to go to bed without too many questions.( the soup kitchen idea was on the back burner for today, would make up for it tomorrow or send a SIZABLE donation. )
the wolf makes no effort to go help stiles, especially considering the kid decided to GATE CRASH on christmas. derek was harsh, but apparently not harsh enough to make the other get a hotel for is IMPROMPTU stay. he’d made a guest room up for him instead, would stick around in the apartment instead of driving back to syracuse. ( the fewer that knew of his haven, the better. ) ❛ ——— i forgot, you STILL look about fourteen, ❜ he retorts, shaking his head before he downed the class of liquid, feeling his throat cool as he set the glass back on the table.
he’ll reach across then for the bag, can’t say he hadn’t SMELLED the food as the other walked in the building. ❛ do i wanna know how you managed to get your hands on TAKEOUT on christmas day ?? ❜ he asks, eyes narrowing as he eyed stiles warily a moment, free hand digging out some fries to munch on. ❛ you actually gonna get around to telling me WHY you’re in new york by the way ?? ❜
❛❛ with my luck? yeah, no thanks. i’d end up being the jacket. ❜❜ he huffs out a shallow breath of laughter, unraveling his burger to take the first bite of many. his gaze follows the shifter’s arm when he reaches over the table —— lingers on the bottle. or, more specifically, lingers on the amount of liquid left in the bottle. his animated chewing slows down to a crawl while looking at it, and his eyes flick back towards derek for a moment before lowering to focus on his food again; jaw working at a much more lukewarm pace.
up until the werewolf goes and says he looks like a fourteen year old, of course. because then it’s a race to finish forcing down the mouthful of food that he’s got so that he’s not spitting tiny bits of takeout everywhere or choking on them while defensively spluttering at him. ❛❛ what? ❜❜ pivoting his head around and cocking it to the side, his face scrunches up at the other man in an expression that can only be described as pinched. ( never mind the fact that anyone that knows stiles knows that banter is his bread and butter. that the reprimand in his reply is ruined by the traces of amusement in his tone and in the way his eyebrows shoot upward; tarnished even further by the handful of crumbs around his mouth. ) ❛❛ first of all —- rude. not all of us are genetically predisposed towards looking like modern day vikings or —— or cavemen on steroids. secondly, i’m very distinguished for my age. ❜❜
he grabs a handful of fries that are, in a rare show of self control, not stuffed by the dozen into his face but instead picked off one by one for the sake of being able to talk; shoulders tossed up into a shrug. ❛❛ being on the road as much as i am these days? you get good at finding all the little nooks and crannies in cities involving food... like, real good. ❜❜ stilinski to english translation: drove around. probably got lost. managed to find a place still open. ❛❛ depends. you gonna believe me if i say it was to visit the birthday boy or —— ? ❜❜
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❛❛ what? you can’t be serious —— have you seen the weather? there’s a polar bear holding a man at gunpoint for his jacket out there, it’s so cold. and you wanna send me back out into that? no, no way. ❜❜
stumbling through the doorway with two large bags of takeout precariously balanced on either arm, he challenges both fate and his dodgy motor skills by lifting a foot to nudge the door shut behind him. ‘‘ not to mention i lost my ID like three weeks ago. i’m driving by the skin of my teeth right now. i get pulled over and my dad manages to find out about that —— or any potential attempts at getting scotch without my license — and i’m never gonna hear the end of it. ’’
‘‘ here. ’’ he tromps on over to where derek sits, holding out one of the food bags while flopping down to settle in on the floor near his feet; legs folding criss - cross and fingers getting to work on his own bag. ‘‘ a burger and fries. peace offering. ’’
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today is his THIRTIETH birthday, an age he never expected to reach. he should be happy, CELEBRATING, but he just can’t bring himself to. the holidays were always difficult for him, though he wouldn’t COMPLAIN about it to anyone. instead, he’ll just sit alone in his new york apartment & get wasted. ( he supposes getting drunk is better than seeking a HIGH. ) ❛ ———– unless you’ve brought some SCOTCH with you, go home. ❜
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❛❛ i’m not. ❜❜
critical eyes sweep over the newest layer of nail polish on her thumb, her nose wrinkling at a fault in the coat. she reaches for the bottle again; unscrewing its cap and placing her hand back on the coffee table to start over.
❛❛ trust is a two - way street, peter.
i just take more calculated risks than most. ❜❜
@heartgames gets a starter from peter !
❝It’s interesting because you and your friends love to claim how much you don’t trust me. If that’s the case then why are you?❞
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the haunting of hill house
sentence meme.
episode 1 - 3
it’s okay. go back to bed.
you okay? you scared? that’s okay. i get scared too sometimes.
why are you awake?
your big brother must have scared her away. big brothers are good like that.
the big dreams can spill out sometimes.
how long do we have to live here?
do you remember that storm?
i’ve never seen a ghost.
i don’t need to say goodbye.
i need you to call me.
there’s nothing easy about this house.
this door’s been locked for years and years and years and years, so if there’s a pony in there, it’s dead.
i know you don’t need me to tell you this, but literally everything is an emergency with [name].
look, i can’t deal with this right now.
that’s why everybody dumps their shit on me, isn’t it?
where’d you come from?
i’m just kind of a germophobe.
i know you normally prefer the company of cold stiffs.
i mean, she’s sweet enough but - pile of issues.
who’s saying it’s quick? i’m a giver.
you’re like a guy. you’re worse than a guy, you’re like a frat guy.
when i said you could live here, i wasn’t expecting the pussy parade.
i’m drawing boundaries, which is something you might want to look into.
she’s got one foot in crazy and the other on a banana peel.
we gotta get out of here right now.
you keep your eyes closed no matter what you hear. you don’t open them. you promise?
you don’t just get to call me and tell me what to do.
a ghost can be a lot of things: a memory, a daydream, a secret. grief, anger, guilt.
i’ve seen a lot of ghosts. just not the way you think.
this is the worst of the bullshit- worse than the tabloids.
i need to start a real life for my own family.
no one will come any nearer than that.
something tells me they weren’t too scared of the dark.
science isn’t an exact science, you know.
how do you spell ‘no girls allowed’?
i used to have imaginary friends, too. they go away when you get bigger.
thanks. i needed a good scare.
you just stood there and watched him loot me?
i’m going to fix her.
every house needs a heart, and this is ours.
a house is like a person’s body.
when you’re little, you learn how to see things that aren’t there.
i told you, i’m too old for tea parties.
i don’t blame you for screaming.
there’s no such thing as ghosts and you know it.
you can pay me back when you’re a famous writer.
imagine the worst thing possible, assume it’s true, and go from there.
why are you banging on the wall?
i told you she was in trouble.
you know how when you take one of your pictures, you capture something forever, just the way it is? stories do that, too.
when we die, we turn into stories.
we’re all stories in the end.
this is too much for anyone.
codeine’s finally kicking in.
she’s gonna have a pretty messed up view of death coming out of this no matter what.
i’m sad, too. so sad, i can’t even tell you.
i handcuffed him to a radiator downstairs. he’s not going anywhere.
i just wanted to say break a leg - and if you make a run for it, i’ll keep the car running, okay?
you have another nightmare?
you can sleep with me for tonight.
you’re really freaked out, huh? ease up a little.
you’re squeezing too tight.
the stairs - the third step from the top, it makes a sound.
he’s always smiling, but he isn’t happy.
when i was little, i was afraid of a lot of things.
kids like us have been through more than other kids.
the foster care system isn’t the easiest place to grow up.
do you feel cold right there?
this whole house is cold.
you’re out of mustard and you’re almost out of turkey.
you always figure out how to help.
ugh, what is that smell?
i was trying to take ownership of something that doesn’t belong just to me.
i’m trying to do the right thing.
maybe it’s a middle child thing, but i just would rather focus on living my actual life right now.
want to let go of his arm?
you don’t have to be so mean about it.
there’s a ladder down here on the wall. you can come get me.
there’s something down here!
it’s okay, baby, we’re right here.
something grabbed me! monster! it was a monster!
we didn’t know you were into…?
sorry to bring this up again, but why the hell would she go to that house?!
don’t elaborate. don’t offer information that’s not requested.
i don’t want to have to tell them that i’m fucking pissed at [name] who should have known better.
nobody ever believes me.
i believe you.
i was just out and about and thinking about your case.
you just have to trust me on this. i haven’t been wrong before, have i?
i’m sure the guy will confess if you just get them here.
i really, really don’t like that you went down there by yourself.
we’ll talk a lot more about it as you get older.
if you’re feeling overwhelmed and you think nobody will understand, you can talk to me. about anything.
i’m pretty good at secrets.
you got a couple things wrong in there, by the way.
that was really wild stuff considering that you were asleep for, what, like ninety-nine percent of it?
i’m gonna get my fucking phD.
i thought i heard somebody down here.
make up something that’s gonna piss her off less than the truth.
we barely said two words to each other.
can we take a second and talk?
what do people usually talk about?
she just needed help and no one was listening.
so should we talk about your day or would you rather come to bed?
you get in, lock the doors, don’t unlock until you see me come outside.
don’t touch me!
touch me.
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I will not fall prey to society’s desire to turn girls into emotionally insecure neurotics who pull up their dresses at the first flattering remark.
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❛❛ — alright, no. stop. that’s enough of that for today.
give me the computer. ❜❜
pulling the pen that he’d been gnawing on from between his teeth and dropping it onto the desk, stiles reaches over to swat at the hands on his laptop’s keyboard before firmly clicking it shut. ‘‘ we haven’t found a lead on this case in days. days that have, thankfully, been uninterrupted by the big homicidal growly things related to it — okay? plus, the file’s been cold for way longer than we’ve been digging into it. pretty sure we can take a minute to breathe without the world coming to an end. ’’
jamming his phone into his back pocket, he hops to his feet while tugging his hoodie on over his head and fumbling for his keys. ‘‘ c’mon, let’s go. you look about as squirrely as i feel after sitting in here for so long. ’’
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fnckbxys:
Scott had to admit, as soon as the question left his lips he realised how stupid it must have sounded. It was obvious from looking at her that the girl was clearly not alright. No one just wandered around in weather like this if they didn’t have something on their mind, or something they were trying to get away from. “Sorry, I know it was stupid to ask…” He started, already getting the impression she didn’t really want to deal with him and he could understand.
He was out here on his own, trying to get away from his own issues. Walking in the rain was known to help. Next to no people around, no fear of getting hounded by groups of people looking to meet him. To get there five seconds of fame on the internet by posting a picture of themselves with him. No one would have even noticed he was gone anyway. They’d just assume he’d slipped off with some girl he’d met, they’d phone him in the morning - make sure he woke up and do any other welfare checks they thought he needed.
“There’s a club like two streets back. I was in there. Bailed early. They probably don’t even know.” He shrugged, starting towards her once more, now she seemed more likely to engage him in conversation. He used his hand to try and smooth his dripping hair back on his head; keeping it from her eyes as he took in the sight of car, resting his hand on the roof. “You need me to call you a cab or something? We can car share. Or I can walk you down the road, there’s a bar, possibly still open. Get you in out the rain while we wait? I dunno, just don’t want to leave you out here alone.”
there’s a beat of silence that follows his apology. it doesn’t last long —— barely a second or two more than the norm would be in a conversation, really — but it lingers just long enough to be palpable. sucking in her lower lip and biting down hard enough to draw red to its surface during that silence, her brows pinch and her shoulders draw further up before abruptly dropping again; a frustrated puff of breath leaving her right alongside a chunk of the glacial attitude that she’d previously answered him with. ‘‘ no, it’s fine. it’s not like this‚ ’’ she throws a limp wave back to her car, ‘‘ is your fault . ’’
no, she was pretty sure that the blame lied with her on this one. she’d ignored that stupid little sticky note sitting on her dash for too long. disregarded the reminder to get the battery changed for too long. and now? well , now karma was catching up to her.
‘‘ i’m a big girl. i can handle a couple minutes alone in the rain, ’’ she says , mouth quirking into a wry half - smile while her fingers drum along her arm. her gaze flicks between her car and down the road, weighing the options offered before she bobs her head in a nod - attention returned to the man standing next to her. ‘‘ but —— i won’t say no to getting out of it. ’’ and then, only half - jokingly, ‘‘ promise you’re not a serial killer? ’’
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❛❛ —— does it LOOK like I’m alright ? ❜❜
having frozen in her steps, the young woman’s shoulders square off as she swivels around to face the person that’d addressed her; jaw set and eyes steely in their glower even when blinking away the cold beads of rain that cling to each lash. it’s a frigid expression. one that holds up for all of five seconds before a sniffle cuts through the tense air between them and she reaches up to scrub harshly at her nose and at the remaining bits of smeared make - up under her eyes, lips pressed into a hard line. ‘‘ don’t answer that. it was rhetorical. ’’
she knows what she looks like. knows what people in general look like , at least to her , when caught up in this type of weather. pitiful. and it’s the last thing that she wants to come off as when dealing with strangers —— or ever, for that matter —— especially when it hits so close to home. she’s drenched; cold; her car won’t start, her shoes are pinching —— and, to bring things to a head, her phone is dead. she feels pitiful. and it stirs the bits of agitation in her tone as her arms fold over her chest and her fingers dig into her upper arms, fighting back the urge to let her shoulders slump in an uncharacteristic display of defeat.
‘‘ where did you even come from ?
isn’t everything closed around this time ? ’’
@fnckbxys
#fnckbxys#lydia ™#ic ™#ignore this please omg#was typing up my reply and got confused when i saw that i had another tab open and ended up deleting my original post#thinking that it was just an old draft#just reposting so that i have it on my blog
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like this for a short starter from one of my muses !
feel free to specify who in the comments , or to send a ‘ ☆ ’ for me to drop by your IMs to plot something out instead .
#multimuse rp#indie rp#open rp#manga rp#teen wolf rp#starter call ™#ooc ™#strikes a pose#i'm still getting things set up but come interact with me pls
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TAG DROP ( 3 / ? )
#character study ™#open ™#closed ™#music ™#saved ™#starter call ™#messages ™#starter memes ™#starters ™#queue ™#gifs ™#ic ™#promo ™
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