Should I try and see if I have the muse for Scott?
Can I even write him anymore? I haven’t roleplayed Scott for 7 months. Damn.
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Should I try and see if I have the muse for Scott?
Can I even write him anymore? I haven’t roleplayed Scott for 7 months. Damn.
Putting this blog on indefinite hiatus.
I’m sincerely sorry to everyone I have a thread with. Hopefully, I’ll get my muse back when the show starts back up.
Lydia sighed setting the piece of cookie she’d been playing with onto the baggy of them she pursed her lips. “Wouldn’t it just be easier to tell her I’m dating Jordan so she has nothing to worry about?” If the girl believed she was dating someone else maybe she’d tone down the bitch. Not that it was true, they’d tried dating, it hadn’t worked but that wasn’t the point. “The baby is fine.” She felt that much was true.
“Scott…you love her, I will deal with her for as long as I have to if she makes you happy. Baby or not.” She gave him a weak smile. “She’ll eventually get used to the idea of you being a dad and with Jordan around she’ll see I’m not a threat.”
Scott appreciated the out that Lydia was giving him, but it didn’t sit right with him. “You shouldn’t have to pretend. This situation is hard enough on you without you having to try and satisfy someone else. These nine months are supposed to be about you and the baby. No one else.”
Scott looked away from Lydia, running his hands down his face. With a sigh, he added, “You can tell Kaitlyn whatever you want. I’m not going to stop you. But I’m still going to talk to her about it.” Lydia was more than just the woman carrying his child, she was also one of his best friends and a member of his pack. He may love Kaitlyn but there were some things he couldn’t let slide. He frowned, eyes going back to look at her. “Was this something she did before the baby?”
"Okay. But I'm not going back to sleep," she said stubbornly. Stiles held onto his wrist as she lay down, pulling him down with her. Despite his promise to stay, part of her was still afraid to let go. "Remember when we did this as kids?" Stiles asked casually. She needed to talk, to distract herself from the still-lingering memories.
Scott had already knew that Stiles would say that. He wasn’t planning on arguing with her. It would be easier to lull her to sleep if she wasn’t worked up about it. Instead, he allowed himself to be pulled down next to her. He pulled away from her grip so that she could hold her hand in his instead. “Yeah. Helped me get through the nights I knew my parents were at home arguing.”
“I’d never force you away from our baby Scott. I just don’t want her near him or or her.” She stated taking a deep breathe she knew he was upset, she could feel it. “I wasn’t even going to say anything. I can deal with it.” Her tongue swiped across dry lips wetting them as she looked at her cookies, breaking one apart, clearly fidgeting. “I was hoping if she saw me with Jordan she’d let all of this go. Just leave me alone you know?” In a way she was using Jordan and the man was aware, he knew everything. He knew how she felt for Scott and he was fine with playing whatever part she needed him too. “We did agree, and I still want you to come to the appointments.” She defended softly. “I couldn’t tell you especially because it’s your girlfriend…I don’t want to cause more trouble Scott. You obviously care about her so I’ll deal.” But she knew it was only going to get worse with the other.
“I know you won’t. But if situations don’t change-” Sooner or later there will be a strain in their relationship. Lydia may not stop him for seeing his son or daughter, but the would be walking on eggshells around each other. He didn’t want that either. “I’m not going to leave you to deal with it. It harms the baby.” He planned on talking to Kaitlyn about it. He couldn’t imagine any version of that going well but he wasn’t going to compromise on Lydia’s or the baby’s health.
He wasn’t going to let her deal either. This was both their doing. He wouldn’t let her suffer alone while he allows himself a life with his girlfriend. “No, you won’t. I’ll deal with it.” Scott wasn’t exactly sure how yet, but he planned on making sure that Lydia’s pregnancy is left as stress free as possible.
Stiles wanted to believe Scott, but she'd never been as optimistic as her best friend. "Can you- Would you stay the night?" she asked quietly, holding him just a little tighter.
"You don't even have to ask." Scott couldn't even think of leaving Stiles alone when she's feeling so vulnerable. "Why don't you lie back in bed?" If they were lucky, he could ease her back into sleep.
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Four Word . Prompts
“Please, come with me.”
“You’re always number one.”
“I can’t do this.”
“I won’t let you.”
“Maybe I’m just crazy.”
“I’m not even sorry.”
“Honestly, just stop it.”
“I believe in you.”
“Don’t be an ass.”
“Who were you with?”
“Please talk to me.”
“I can’t trust you.”
“I need you, though.”
“Don’t be fucking rude.”
“Is that my shirt?”
“So, it was you.”
“I need to go.”
“Just stay with me.”
“You can trust me.”
“Alright, I love you.”
“I’m sorry, but no.”
“Will you help me?”
“You’re a terrible cook.”
“Can you shut up!?”
“You love me, right?”
“I really need you.”
“I don’t love you.”
“I’m not doing this.”
“I really need you.”
“You don’t want me.”
“Let me help you.”
“You’re such a bitch.”
“I can’t do this.”
“You think you’re funny?”
“Hey, I said stop!”
“Will you marry me?”
“Wanna go out sometime?”
“I don’t want this.”
“You always this quiet?”
“Are you fucking insane!?”
“I don’t want you.”
“I’m not wearing that.”
“Sorry, were you sleeping?”
“This was never right.”
“You look really tired.”
“I’m out of here.”
“You need to go.”
Me, writing: Have I already had someone shrug recently? Yeah I think she shrugged like two minutes ago already. I'm pretty sure I've written someone chuckling like five times. Everyone chuckles so goddamn much. Maybe everything is just super amusing here. How about I switch it up a bit and have someone raise an eyebrow curiously yeah that'll work hell yeah
"I don't know if I'll survive till 'one day', Scotty," she replied sullenly, voice muffled against his shoulder. "I can't go through these nightmares again, man. I just can't."
“We survived so much. We can survive nightmares, Stiles,” Scott reassured. He had to believe it was true. They have been in mortal danger so many times now. He wasn’t going to allow his best friend’s subconscious to be her downfall. “You’re not going to have a choice. But I’m not leaving you alone with this.”
WHEN YOUR ROLEPLAY PARTNER IS AMAZING AND PERFECT AT THEIR WORD CHOICE AND SENTENCE FLUENCY TO THE POINT WHERE IT LEGITIMATELY INTIMIDATES YOU
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Lydia had known he was going to want more information and she’d promised herself she wasn’t going to cause more of a rift between them. “It doesn’t really matter what she said Scott.” However it did matter, she was stressing out and that wasn’t good for the baby. “Nothing, I do my best to avoid her. But she has my number now and she’s made it clear I’m ruining things.” She shrugged her hand going to the bump of her belly. “She mentioned helping you raise our baby and I may have snapped at her. That’s not happening Scott. If you’re staying with her that’s fine, but she’s not touching my…our baby.”
She took a breath and sighed. “I wasn’t going to say anything. I just don’t want you to worry I’m over doing things on my own. So Jordan’s going to help out a bit.”
“It does if I'm being forced to stay away from my baby because of it.” Scott tried saying calm while talking. Lydia shouldn’t have to suffer through his emotional roller coaster while she’s going through her own. “I’m glad that Jordan is willing to help. But I thought we agreed to do this together. If there was something, someone, preventing us from doing that, you should have told me. Especially if that someone is my girlfriend.”
Scott has no idea what was going through Kaitlyn’s head while she said all these things to Lydia. He intended to find out. But he had to make sure that Lydia wasn’t going to push him away first. If this is how things were now, they were bound to get worse later. He couldn’t let that happen.
I just got done with S6 of TVD. And Kai dies in the most unsatisfactory way. And I’m just annoyed because it reminds me so much of how TW writers decided to end Theo’s SL.
Biting his lip, Stiles debated against telling Scott everything, but right now, he couldn’t do his usual deflection. “Since he was sealed away,” he admitted quietly. “I can’t even tell anymore if my actions are mine or just an emulation of his.”
“Stiles, that was months ago.” It troubled him to know that Stiles has been spending months with these visions. But visions. That’s all that they were. “But we did seal him away. The nogitsune can’t be doing this.”
When Scott pulled on her arm, she looked up. "It was finally getting better," she said miserably, as she let him pull her into a hug. Stiles wrapped her arms around him, trying to focus on the moment. "I thought it was over."
Scott thought it was over too. He thought they could finally leave the nogitsune behind. It seemed like everytime they tried, something will always be here to remind them. Scott didn’t want to think that the trickster spirit won even after being defeated. “It will be one day. You can’t force something like this.”
I’ve been binge watching TVD and TO. That’s a lot of episodes. So yeah. Replies will be slow.