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[stillhvman]

            YOU HAVE SURVIVED SO MUCH, MY SON — independent & selective stiles stilinski                                                            ( formerly bravelittlestiles )

[bravelittlestiles]

[4:46:48 PM] GOOSE: AND SURE SAM AS IF U DONT LOVE TORTURING STILES JUST AS MUCH AS ME

i mean

[dylobrians-deactivated20220405]

[bravelittlestiles]

[7/27/2016 4:11:51 PM] (ง'̀-‘́)ง: GOOD OKAY. I need 2 decide what hella gay thing I wanna do 4 u POSTVOIDED ♡

special shoutout 2 that one time i forgot about our bitch son’s birthday ha ha it’s no big deal everythings fine :- ) nobody cares about him anyway ha ha ha >:- (

                                                              (  BLOOP BLOOP  )

                   SO THERE IT IS. THE FUC KIN POST THAT DID IT. i did go through tons of porn and garbage in my 1,292 likes to find it but lmao that’s bc i couldnt find the message reply in my outbox so ? and now nearly a year later?? ? ? we’re still gay as fuck : / and listen to me angela, it’s about to get a whole lot gayer okay, i’m sorry im a sap and its your birthday, sue me.                     i’ve told you before, but i’ve always admired your stiles and your grasp on him as a character, even before we started writing, so it was always such a moment for me ?? ? when DAMN this rad person w a hellla nice !! portrayal of my muse !! followed me what the heck ( btw if you havent heard it a thousand times already, you’re so talented. you’re so so so so so, unbelievably talented angela ) !! and yea we might have not interacted right away, but you mentioned fallout and i was done for ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and it was just funny to me how fast it escalated from that point w sev/stiles and then the other trash bags followed along after bc we’re just sinners and our muses are sinners goddamn.                      but ok here’s the thing, you’re without a doubt one of my absolutely favorite people in this whole damn world and tHAT is saying a whole lot because i hate people and i hate talking to people and i hate lookin at people ( obv not u ok ur p cute wink wonk ) but i appreciate that you’re there to listen, even if you dont respond immediately which i can always? ??  understand ?? i dont mind. you were the only one i spoke to when my cat got hit by a car,  i think that’s bc u messaged me early that mornin, and i found the lil guy when i took my brothers to school but still, u listened and i appreciate it, just like i still appreciate it now whenever im super bummed out about stuff and you ask if im okay. i dont often like talkin about my~*feelings*~ or even talking to people when im upset save for sometimes three, but more often two people and ur always right up there so thank you babe : / thank u for that.                    IT DOESN’T COST MUCH TO VISIT YOU, i’m pretty sure, and i plan 2 at some point just to get us those stupid fucking matching thug spongebob shirts w the bling ( i’m still cringing btw never say me hoy minoy or i will probably punch u in the tit u kno, affectionately i guess?? ? ) bc ur my lil ball of sin and i love you so so so so so !!!! much. i wish you one of the happiest birthdays and i hope u have a damn good time in NY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! kisses ur face : * ( PS. 163 days, a golden heart and still goin hard f yea H that streak is lit )

[bravelittlestiles]

✕ PUPBAR

              okay, he knew that he told stiles he’d watch the movie, but seeing that the movie was almost three hours long made the beta rethink his promise. now he sat here next to the brunette, mouth dropping open at her words. a shiver running up the wolf’s back at the mere mention of being wrapped in wolfsbane. then again maybe he && scott did deserve that. ❝ look it’s a pretty L O N G movie && i don’t think i can make it all the way through it. ❞ which was a complete lie, seeing as he had made it through so many marvel && star trek movies

              ❛  Okay, first of all—it’s movies. plural. but yeah. so the series is little long. it’s completely worth it, though, okay, liam? trust me. it’ll blow your mind  ❜  it’s probably in his best interest to NOT mention the fact that he’s sat through tons of marvel and star trek movies, otherwise stiles is more than likely to actually tie him down and make him watch star wars. all of them. in a row.  ❛  maybe then i can make references without feeling like my friends are all deprived of joy and total greatness.  ❜

[bravelittlestiles]

✕ POSTVOIDED

            it doesn’t take stiles long to curl closer,  body warm, body trembling  just so against his side.  severn’s expression is stoic,  lidded gaze tracing the top of stiles’ head. his fingertips trail softly over his brother’s side, and for a moment he’s only silent, lips pressed together, watching.  but finally ——-   ❛ okay, ❜  he says,  fingers tapping against stiles’ side. can practically feel his twin’s nerves buzzing beneath his fingers,  unsettled, unsure, unwelcome in his skin. SOMETHING BAD’S HAPPENED. something that has stiles ready to claw into him, desperate enough to choke on it, and severn’s willing to let it happen, willing to dip his fingers in and draw it out.  ( whatever’s hurting stiles, he wants it for himself. )  ❛ —– go ahead, then. i’m listening. ❜

              Anyone else and he would have kept shut. he would have drowned his thoughts at sea and cursed them for ever treading land. anyone else and he wouldn’t have shared a single word, but this wasn’t anyone else. this was his brother; his flesh and blood. their hearts beat as one since birth, his childhood flooded with his presence, and even in his teenage youth, he had been closer to him in ways no other had. he TRUSTED severn with his own life. surely he could trust him with this.  ❛  i stayed late at the library today. i uh—the jeep, was giving me trouble so i had to get it working again, and while i was out, some—someone uh——  ❜  there’s a pause. not so he can collect his thoughts, and not for emphasis on the situation, but because he can feel his stomach twist in an almost sardonic pain. he can smell the blood, and it taunts him. he doesn’t want this. he doesn’t need this. let him get it out. let him deal with the sting of disappointment.  ❛  ‘sev i killed someone tonight.  ❜

[bravelittlestiles]

✕ BROKENSOMNIUM

   it wasn’t like she would ever admit it, but being apart would go against the plans she made for the weekend    ❛     no no — i mean, i am sure we can work something out ? we came together after all and this is a camping thingy we are doing here so sleeping in the car is cheating  .  unless you really want to, in that case it’s fine .     ❜

                He has no idea what her intentions are, and mind you, his own are utterly pure, even if she had upon occasion made herself known in his head at odd hours of the night. the tent mishap wasn’t planned, but it’s not as if he would complain if things took a different route. can you blame him?   ❛  no, i’ve slept in my jeep before. it’s not as comfortable as it sounds. well, i mean it doesn’t even sound comfortable i take that back. we’ll make this work out.  ❜

[bravelittlestiles]

✕ LALOBABY

                        “ don’t rush me. ”   is the first thing out of his mouth, and it hasn’t been the first time he’s said it either. if he has to say it one more time, then there’s going to be a problem. but for now, the younger of the two is just trying to finish up some last minor touches. ( brushing away fallout, trying to comb those unruly eyebrows into place, and debating on if gloss is going to be a good idea or not. )   “ you’ll get snacks after. snacks now means messing up everything i’ve accomplished this far. you do realize how pale you are, right? so i’m sorry if your face and neck don’t match the rest of your body. i tried. ”   still. stiles is looking cute though. disgusting. 

                     ❛  Okay, if you’re saying i eat like a savage, then you’re being ridiculously rude.  ❜  only he’s not wrong, and stiles is quite conscious of it, which is what his tone of voice strongly implies. raul has been subjected to his eating habits prior to this day—he knows what its like.  ❛  and well, yeah. i’m sorry my lack of exotic color made this slightly difficult for you. i know how pasty i am.  ❜  surprisingly, there’s no sarcasm twining itself between his every syllable. he’s clearly self-aware.  it can’t be helped that he’s undoubtedly inquisitive in regard to how his boyfriend’s hard work and effort is going to look on him.  ❛  i’ve seen your make-up, raul. you don’t try, you just do. which is why i’m almost a hundred and ten percent sure i’m ‘gonna look unbelievably pretty. for once in my life.  ❜

[seeinstars]

[bravelittlestiles]

✕ DARKFLOWED

     Her lungs are on fire as she coughs, chest heaving and mercilessly rejecting every breath Ellie tries to take in. “FUCK.” is the first thing she says, when she’s expelled enough water to actually verbalize what she’s been thinking for the past five minutes. She expects to see Joel, when she looks up. She doesn’t. Ellie is scrambling backwards, without even glancing over her shoulder, fingers searching for a switchblade that’d fallen out of her pocket somewhere in the water. “Who the fuck are you?”

                    He expects infected, hunters maybe, hell—he’d even guess the loch ness monster at this point spewing some sort of poisonous liquid anywhere it pleases, but this? this is not what he expected, and from the looks of it, the feeling is mutual.  ❛  whoa, okay—just——just take it easy, alright? i’m not ‘gonna try anything.  ❜  that is, of course, unless she does first. he doesn’t know her. doesn’t know if she’s with anyone either. he’s attentive to her movements and whatever it is that she’s reaching around for. he needs to be vigilant if he wants to live another day, which is what makes him clutch all too tightly at the crowbar in his hands.  ❛  are you hurt?  ❜  or rather,   ❛  are you—are you bitten?  ❜

[horribledrawingsofmylife]

[bravelittlestiles]

✕ MOONSUNANDME

     He reminded her of Ben. It took a moment for Clementine to realize that. If she squinted, she was sure she wouldn’t have been able to tell them apart. ( Maybe even if she didn’t. It’d been a long time since he’d crossed her mind. ) He was alone. Maybe he needed a friend, like Ben did, when he came to the motel.That must have been why she didn’t automatically turn and run. His familiarity had prodded at a part of her that had been untouched, for a while. A part of her that was still a kid.  “… are you looking for someone?”

                 It’s a surprise to him how he’s managed this long on his own. he’s a boy who’s been grossly underestimated—by others, by himself. regardless, he’s had some close calls. had one just a passing moment before she had shown up, and the lifeless corpse reeking of death and decay a small distance from him was evidence enough. he’s only thankful for her presence when he realized she wasn’t out to chew off his limbs. the dead don’t speak after all.  ❛  i uh      well i was. i haven’t had any luck.  ❜  there’s a twist in his stomach, one that makes him question why his eyes lingered over the dark shade of crimson that pooled beneath the walker. he wanted to look away, but— ❛  oh god, i think i’m ‘gonna be sick.  ❜

[bravelittlestiles]

[7/14/2016 9:55:13 PM] (ง'̀-'́)ง: The fact that there are pokémon go singles events and I just unintentionally attended one while successfully exchanging numbers with two guys says a lot about what the world has come to

[scottymccall]

what’s happening?

[boylekonusmaflora]

[bravelittlestiles]

✕ SILVERSTRUNG

                they haven’t talked about it. not their shared sleepless nights they’re already aware of. which is why stiles is around in the first place. ( and allison doesn’t mind in the slightest. ) watching movies, keeping their minds occupied. trying for just a sliver of normalcy as average teenagers. not a boy that knows too much, and not a boy soldier trying to ignore a family code. and definitely not two teenagers that were dead for sixteen hours. and definitely not allison’s reoccurring nightmares of his dead aunt wrapping wires around his neck. one time was enough, in all it’s broad details. ( never got down to the specifics since those only exposed more of what they weren’t talking about now. )

the sensation around his throat is residual — is what makes him not notice their hands at first. and why would he? when they’ve already established he’s comfortable with it, and more. his attention is only drawn to it as stiles speaks, and the absence of warmth dawns on him. has him stretching his fingers before pulling his hand into his lap; unsure.   “ it’s fine. ”   he tries to be light. smiles softly as he shifts. averts his eyes from the screen to the boy beside him. allison does know. first hand.   “ are you sure it’s not the movie? we don’t need to keep watching. we can do something else. ”   right, like what, allison?   “ we can talk. ”

                  ❛  The movie? no, god no. it’s not that bad. at all, actually. it’s just that               ❜  he falls into silence for a passing moment.  contemplates whether or not he should even begin to explain what’s going on to allison because in a sense, he already knows. scott knows too. it’s the horrors that followed them in their shadows, taunting sardonically in hushed whispers when they slept and clawed at their skin the second they’d feel even a glimpse of peace. this was their punishment for wanting to protect the ones they loved. for taking refuge in beacon hills.                      a sigh emits from his lips, and there’s a subtle curve that tugs at each end of his mouth. he’s not here to remind himself of why he can’t sleep. he’s here to forget.  ❛  y’know what? nevermind. talking sounds pretty nice, let’s uh—let’s do that.  ❜  the mole-mottled youth adjusts himself; shuffles down until his back is resting flat on allison’s bed. clearly he’s spent so much time in this room that he now feels more comfortable in it than his own.  ❛  —only now i feel sort of pressured to have a conversation, and i don’t know what to talk about.  ❜  does that proverbial grin of his emphasize the fact that he’s joking or—

[bravelittlestiles]

✕ POSTVOIDED

           he acknowledges stiles with a faint tilt of his head,    sleep-dark eyes dragging from the violent scene unfolding on his laptop to his brother. notices it instantly —- that there’s something off about stiles. subdued.  he knows his twin well enough to spot it in an instant. ❛ —- yeah. ❜ casual conversation, even as stiles moves next to him and severn can almost taste  the desperation, the neediness, the anxiety burning under the other’s skin. stiles has never been good at hiding his feelings from him, and severn’s long grown familiar with reading all his signs. enough to only sigh  after a moment,  lifting his arm and inviting stiles into his space with a simple, slightly annoyed: ❛ well, come here. ❜ 

               Part of him sits in hesitation. he’s not sure if he wants severn to know, not sure if he wants him to see the wound burning hot just below thin fabric, not sure of WHAT IT IS that he wants exactly. but             if he truly didn’t want severn to know, then why else would he have ended up in his room? pretty pink lips press together the moment he decides. slips thin limbs down and burrows himself into his brother’s side. has nervous fingers curl loosely around his shirt. there’s an urgency he wants to show, but       he holds back. for now.  ❛  i—i think i uh          ❜  he swallows the lump in his throat. one that leaves a painful sting that still would never amount to the level of guilt he felt welding itself into his chest. he needed to say something. anything.  ❛  i think i need to talk to you about something, ‘sev.  ❜