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elsa seong | siren | 20 ❝Take me shopping and tell me I'm pretty.❞

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alwaysgotstiles:

 “Oh, It’s fine, don’t worry about it. It’s not everyday that this happens.” Stiles nodded a bit as he attempted reassured her. He’s been having a lot of interesting encounters at crosswalks lately. He found it quite amusing now that he thought about it. He couldn’t help but laugh a bit at the lady’s words. “Pizza would be great. Although, really, there’s no need to make it up for me. We could just split the cost.” 

Her face brightened up as soon as the other agreed to lunch. She felt terrible still, probably not as bad as she should, and still wanted to make up for it. “Oh sweetheart, no. Please, it’ll be my treat. Besides, pizza is like pocket change, what is it, like fifteen bucks?” She giggled walking along side the other. “I’m Elsa. I just came to Beacon Hills almost a year ago. It’s kind of nice here.” She smiled. 

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truealpha11mccall:

It didn’t come as a surprise when the girl said that she didn’t get it. It was rather clear that she held no interest in sports or memorabilia. Her care was a vain one. One that mattered only when it came to fashion, something Scott knew nothing about nor had any real interest in. This was, after all, a guy who lived in jeans and t-shirts. “Uh, probably when it comes to a price tag, but worth isn’t just valued in money.” He didn’t even bother looking at her shoes. 

Her attention changed from her legs to the other with a slight tilt of her head. “Oh? I don’t really agree.” She smiled while looking back to his lacrosse stick. That couldn’t be true, of course the more something cost, the more worth it had. “I mean, if it’s something not everyone can get, then that’s something that I believe to be of ‘worth’. Well honestly, I’m also pretty dumb especially when treasure things like a lamp or so.” She shrugged. She honestly never understood the meaning of treasuring an item. She loved her clothes and so but she never could love an item enough to call it worth something.

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malialikesdeer:

Malia was sitting at one of the tables on the patio outside of the cafe. She had ordered a muffin and a late. While she took a bite out of a muffin she noticed a girl on the other side of the crosswalk admiring herself. It seemed like something Lydia would do. She thought it was odd that the girl kissed the mirror she held. Malia shook her head, taking a sip of her coffee. The girl who’d been admiring herself crossed the street and must’ve noticed her staring because she spoke to her. “I have. I’ve never seen one kiss a mirror in public before..”

“Aw but sweetheart I’m sure you’ve never seen anyone prettier than me.” Elsa smiled, leaning on the table. Elsa’s mother had always told her how beautiful she was and how she should never hide it from anyone. She was born with a gift so might as well flaunt it. Elsa placed her belongs on the table before inviting herself on the seat across from the other. “Is it that bad that I do so though? I mean, I’m just admiring my pretty face.”

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charlottexdavis:

The brunette locked the door to her family’s shop and stuffed the keys in her pocket. She began her twenty minute walk to Elite dance studio. Charlotte had been so busy moving back in the past week she hadn’t gotten a chance to practice. Her body had been itching to dance, she practically craved it.  Her duffel bag was slung over her shoulder and her hair fell in loose curls over her face. Her phone began to ring, she dug around in the bag looking for it when she ran into someone. The next thing she knew she landed on the cold concrete with a hole in her sweatpants. “My problem is people without a sense of direction. Didn’t you see me? Or were your shopping bags blocking your vision?” She huffed. ”Boots are replaceable, tailbones aren’t.” Charlotte stood up tossing her bag over her shoulder. Spoiled rich girls got under skin, the fact they could complain about material items being ruined as if they had any sentimental value.

“I have a sense of direction and that’s towards my destination. Clearly you weren’t paying much attention to me. Everyone always moves for me.” Elsa huffed as she went to gather her bags. Not my new jacket! She thought to herself. She wanted to wear it when she was going to meet the person behind the ad that night. “Boots are most certainly not replaceable when they are first edition, limited supplies Kors boots!” She exclaimed with her hands on her hips. She could feel her back burn again and she ignored the pain it gave her. Her entire body began to burn and she didn’t understand what the feeling was. No one could explain it. “I can’t stand people like you! When you see someone walking along, you should scoot your cute boot to the side.”

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malialikesdeer:

“Um let me check. I don’t know if my dad still has any.” Malia left the porch and went inside opening up all the cabinets. She found the bag of sugar at the top in one of the cabinets. she grabbed it and came back outside with it. Malia handed it to the girl.

"Thanks lovey dovey!” Elsa smiled taking the bag. “I promise I’m only using some of it then I’ll give it back.” Of course she didn’t need sugar, she had her own bag but this was her way to keep on pestering her neighbor. It was somehow amusing to keep coming back to Malia everytime. “So sweetie, want some cookies later? I’ll save you a plate full!” Well, store bought cookies are what she meant but she definitely wasn’t going to tell anyone that. She wanted people to think that the beautiful girl can also bake and cook.

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ccorahale:

cora stared at the girl with amusement sprawled across her face, finding her scream somewhat funny. she sent her a small smile, followed by a nod before slowly walking closer over to her so she was able to see her clearly through the dark. “thanks,” she responded. “i’d say the closest one is about a 10 minute walk from here,” she paused. “you walked in the opposite direction.”

Elsa pouted while she held onto her bag tightly. “I knew I took a wrong turn!” She sighed before looking towards the other direction. It was getting dark, well more like it was dark, and she wasn’t sure if any uber would pick her up there. Of course they wouldn’t. She didn’t even know where there was. She walked too far off. “So, sweetheart, wanna get some coffee?” She smiled brightly while linking her arms to her. “I promise I don’t bite.”

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alwaysgotstiles:

Stiles barely got enough sleep. He spent the previous night working on something and woke up at his desk.He didn’t even bother to look at the time when he woke up. He apparently left his laptop open and didn’t even bother to close it. He assumed he passed out while he was working on it. He shut down everything before he left the house, figuring it would be best to get a coffee. He stood near the crosswalk waiting for the light to turn. He had an accident recently with the lights... As he heard a furious lady talking to a person, he glanced around wondering where Mark was. He paused for a moment, realizing that she was talking to him. “Oh, I heard you.” He spoke, facing the lady. “Although, I’m not your bad roommate Mark…” 

As soon as he turned around, Elsa could feel her face burn up. She just yelled at an innocent stranger, and nearly burned him with the scalding coffee in hand. She froze for a second, mouth open wide and cheeks turning bright red, before quickly apologizing to the man. “Oh no, oh my gosh! I am so so so so sorry!” Elsa repeated as she loosen her grip on her cup of coffee. “It’s just the back of you... oh, that would’ve ended badly and this pretty face would’ve been in so much trouble.” Her free hand covered her cheek as she pouted her lips to the other. “Let me make this up to you by getting you lunch, dove.” She didn’t feel as bad as she should’ve but she did nearly burn the poor guy. “So is pizza okay?”

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liamdnbr:

Liam was on the sidewalk waiting to get picked up after his shift at Beacon Hills Animal Clinic where he decided to temporarily give a try. His ride was taking long to arrive and he sent them a million text messages, but none of them got answered. Standing there dazed and slightly agitated his eyes caught the sight of a woman kissing a mirror. The Beta couldn’t help that his immediate reaction was to raise his eyebrows in sheer confusion. He knew that he didn’t have any right to judge somebody else’s weird habits. Especially when considering the apocalyptic things he experienced in Beacon Hills. And the fact that he had literal fangs and claws himself. His eyes grew wide when she caught him staring. It was embarrassing enough that he was doing it in the first place. “Uhhh. Yes? I have seen someone pretty before-” He answered. “Not that I’m saying you’re not pretty.. Or prettier! Or whatever.” Smooth Dunbar.

Elsa raised a brow before giggling at his response. She loved this type of reaction the most. The initial thoughts always are the same but what comes after are always a surprising response. Others never knew what to say to her and it was amusing to draw their attention towards her. She loved attention and could honestly say she lived for it. What’s the point in life if no one pays attention to you? “Aw sweetheart, so you think I’m the prettiest?” Her hand reaching over the other’s chin as she tilted her head slightly. “You’re absolutely right that I am.” She moved her hand down to his bicep.  Her hand carefully holding to his arm as she continued to walk across the street. She was never afraid to speak her mind nor was she ever afraid of rejection. Of course she believed that their opinion was wrong, especially when regarding to her beauty. “So sweetheart, any place you’d recommend for us to eat?” Elsa changed her attention towards the street again while keeping her hand onto the other’s arm. “My treat, sweetie.” 

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theeoraeken:

theo raeken; the experiment, the betrayer, the guy who has lived in the hell, the guy whose pack did not trust, the same guy whose pack will not trust anymore.

theo raeken, who has staying in beacon hills, trying to be a better person, trying to leave the past behind.

he regretted what he did, he knows that the past will never leave him alone, all the bad things that he did will never abandoned his mind, his thoughts.

the nightmares still hit him during the night, he has no idea how to cast them off, but he’s trying to fight them, he won’t give up this easy.

beacon hills sounds more like “home” after all this time, after all this memories bad and / hard to believe / good. he knows, in the deepest, he will never leave this place.

« it’s okay, theo, you will survive another day. »

he said to himself, walking alone in the corner of the street.

A sweet treat after a long day that consisted of yoga, movie watching, and shopping was what Elsa needed to unwind. A cinnabon in one hand and an iced mocha frapp in the other was a treat she needed. The burning sensation on her back hit again and she still knew nothing of the reason for it. It’s been happening  lot more recently and doctors couldn’t explain, nor understand, why it was happening. It felt almost as though she was transforming but to what? Her nightmares were feeling more and more real each night. She could never speak of those. Her poor car was still stuck in shop so Elsa had to make do with more walking. More work means more treat. she thought to herself with a grin. She walked across the street and took a quick turn of the corner. She jumped up slightly with a yelp before dropping all the items in her hands. “Oh no!” She exclaimed. “You owe me a new snack and drink!”

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truealpha11mccall:

“I know I should probably get rid of it. You know, donate it to some kid who can use it, but” A heavy drawn out sigh left Scott’s mouth as he pushed his fist into the pocket of his lacrosse stick. “it’s kind of hard to let it go.” 

“I don’t get it.” Elsa furrowed her brows while slightly tilting her head. She wasn’t sure what was special about the stick or whatever it was. It wasn’t like it was a limited edition shoe or anything. She never really got into sports, except volleyball but quite honestly all she knew was to serve and run away from it, and she never was really fond of too many items unless they were expensive. “I mean, my heels are probably worth way more. Oh! Look how cute my feet look in these.” Her eyes immedietely drawn to her legs as she admired her beauty.

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malialikesdeer:

“I don’t know what I hate more, packing or unpacking.”

“Unpacking is absolutely fun! You get to see all the things you had to put away and quite honestly, I think being able to roll things up and add them to other packed items is pretty cool. You can add way more to your bag and save more space! Also, got any sugar neighbor?”

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ccorahale:

arriving back in beacon hills after so long wasn’t something that cora thought she would be doing. after all, most of her family pretty much all died here, and it was full of old and negative memories that she didn’t want to relive. but when derek informed her on the sudden rise of the dead walking the streets again and an unknown killer on the loose, she knew she had to make the harsh decision to come back as much as she didn’t want to.

she had only been back for a few hours, and she could already feel the dreading, dull and tense atmosphere around the town that she once called home and felt safe. “i can’t believe i’m back in this so called town i once called home.”

Wandering around may not have been a good idea but wandering around somewhere she’s still new to in the dark was an even worst one. Elsa was still getting used to her new home. She’s been here for almost a year and yet she still manages to find little nooks and areas she’s never been to. One wrong turn and now she’s lost again. Should’ve went shopping. She thought to herself with a heavy sigh afterwards. Her movements were quick yet her steps were silent and she cautiously watched her surroundings. One wrong step made a branch crack as Elsa jumped and screamed. She quickly covered her mouth and mentally kicked herself. What was she getting herself into? She kept on moving and spotted a figure ahead of her. Is she dumb enough to move forward? Yes. Elsa walked towards them before patting their shoulder. “Welcome back!” She managed to catch the last part the other had said “So where’s the coffee shop again?”

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“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Elsa muttered under her breath. Her roommate, a son of her mother’s friend, had another bad habit she just couldn’t stand. What man leaves all his hair in the bathroom sink A F T E R he shaves?! She stopped at a pole with a wanted roommate sign stapled to it. She grabbed the flyer and cue her flailing happy dance. Upon realizing others were around, Elsa cleared her throat and straighten herself out. She texted the number immedietely and hoped for a message back. She definitely wanted to meet and hopefully get a new place to live. Besides her mother would be able to afford whatever the cost was. Elsa took a shortcut to her home and stopped for coffee. Back on her route, she noticed a man standing near the crosswalk and she recognized his behind to be her roommate. Not working? Taking advantage of my money… she thought to herself before storming towards the man. “Hey! You think it’s okay leaving all that nasty hair in the sink, huh? That’s sick and your disgusting! You know what, I’m not living with you anymore so you better find someone else who can deal with your disgusting living habits, you filth!” She yelled and held her coffee tight. She was ready to throw the hot liquid at him. He’s been incredibly rude and has proven to be a mess since the day she moved in. Maybe Beacon Hills wasn’t for her. “Hey, are you listening Mark?”

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“I told you this place is the best!” Elsa overheard a couples conversation. She stopped and looked over where they had exited and decided to try it for herself. The line was a little long but she figured it must’ve been that good for her them to be busy. She looked over the menu twice before deciding to order a caramel macchiato with two extra pump of caramel, soy milk, no whip, and a drizzle of mocha on top. She stood off the side, eyes focused on her phone, and waited for her order to be delivered. She looked up to see if the man behind the counter was finished and when he called her order, she reached over and felt another hand. She looked towards the strawberry blonde with a raised brow and an amused grin on her face. No one usually orders the same thing as she would nor did anyone have any sort of similar taste to her own. “Take it.” She nodded. The woman wasn’t so bad to look at. “I’ve never met anyone with the same taste and someone as gorgeous as you must be sent from heaven.”  

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Shopping bags, shopping bags, and shopping bags. Elsa carried all the bags in her hand with a satisfied grin. It was a good day when she can proudly state that she spent over one thousand dollars in one day. Did she go overboard? Hell no. This is her hobby and she believes that it’s a healthy norm for her. She hurriedly walked towards her car as the bags were begininng to get heavy as well as it was almost time to meet the person she answered the ad for. She needed something new to wear so why not shop and find the perfect outfit? She couldn’t see where she was going but she was sure everyone would move out of the way for her. She is beautiful and people moved for beautiful people. She hummed a tune and the next thing she knew, her bags were flying everywhere! She had bumped into another woman and fell back on her bottom. “What the hell?” She snapped before jumping up to the woman. “Hey, what’s your problem?” She glared before going back to grabbing all her bags. “Oh no! My new Kors boots… Seriously, you didn’t even think to move over?” She looked towards the woman who had so rudely bumped into her.

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