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independent stiles stilinski, 21+, semi-selective. penned by cody. est. 5.6.13.

[ofbitterdeath]

cody, he/him, 25+ yrs, semi-selective, and private stiles stilinski. established 05/06/2013.

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[infiniitefrequency]

"Double cheese and bacon with curly fries." she gave him a bit of a nod, the juxtaposition of Stiles' black hole stomach, and her trying to keep her Uncle on a good diet would be the death of her.

"But we have to destroy all the evidence before Uncle Noah gets off night shift."

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for stiles, it was the simple things in life such as a good double cheeseburger and curly fries, despite his own struggles with keeping his father on a healthy diet but letting him 'live a little' as he'd fondly put it once. ( stiles had simply laughed. )

"he'll kill us both if he finds out we didn't bring anything. we have to eliminate even the smell of a curly fry from the jeep."

[infiniitefrequency]

She narrowed her eyes at him, before frowning. Deeply.

"This is my super villain origin story."

She closed the fridge, before reaching over to throw a takeout menu at him, "You're buying dinner."

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he lets the menu hit him ini the chest before his staple grin takes over and he feels only the tiniest amount of shame. "burgers?" he offers.

[infiniitefrequency]

@ofbitterdeath started following you

"Stiles!" Sal had her head stuck in the fridge, before pulling it out to look over the door to yell again, "What happened to my left over rice and wontons?!"

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he comes around the corner with his mouth full, eyebrows furrowed and speaks—"wha'd'ya mean?" there's a pause where he chews. "wasn't me."

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                       why can't you trust anyone?

                                             because you trust everyone!

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clearing my drafts like a normal person after nearly 6 months because i simply am Dumb and forgot.

[stcllata]

@ofbitterdeath wanted a starter.

[ msg → stiles. ] you've got 4 minutes.

smug; as he watches his phone. knowing full well what that'll prompt stiles into. the rat bastard.

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[text] and then what? [text] what are you gonna do if i don't come over there? [text] text me again?

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🐝 🐝 you're bee-utiful! pass this along to five writers to bring the sunshine in && give friendship a bloom!

[stcllata]

★ ROSTAGNO. mouth twitching; she's doing her best to not look pleased at the fact that he's squirming. mostly because he knows how much alayna enjoys it. the brat.

the absolute brat.

‘ don't think words this time are going to cut it, ’ as she tongues the corner of her mouth, watching him with intent. ‘ though i'll hand it to you, begging is a nice touch. ’

fingers curl into his shirt, yanking him closer.

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he knows when he's about to get scolded--it was something he became eerily familiar with as time went on. and it would be wrong of him to say that he didn't purposefully initiate things that would get those words tossed at him, often, too.

"i know."

did he?

"you know i would do anything here, literally anything at all. hands and knees, to make this all up to you." stiles added after a moment, letting her pull him closer.

[stcllata]

@ofbitterdeath wanted a starter.

[ msg → stiles. ] alright, alright.

[ msg → stiles. ] be there in 10.

and within twelve minutes; he's at stiles' front door. the architect, though exhausted, can't stop the smile on his face.

‘ so what's so important, then? at 3:00 am? ’

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[text] i'll be waiting and ready.

he knows it's late but that's never stopped him before, if anything, it only encouraged him.

"so i found this thing, i think you need to see it."

[stcllata]

@ofbitterdeath wanted a starter.

[ msg → boyf. ] how mad would you be if i had to cancel?

[ msg → boyf. ] like. 90/10 or 9000/10?

[ msg → boyf. ] i know i promised.

[ msg → boyf. ] but there's this really pregnant mama that's been having difficulty with past pregnancies...

[ msg → boyf. ] i'll sleep on the couch! for three weeks! i'll make it up to you, i swear.

[ msg → boyf. ] please don't hate me too much.

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[text] at least a solid 9000000/10 [text] but i'll drop it to an 8/10 if you show me pictures of the babies when they're here [text] and a full night on the couch!

[stcllata]

please approach demon boy with caution.

‘ the fuck d'you want? ’

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"why do you always think i want something?"

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                       why can't you trust anyone?

                                             because you trust everyone!

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this is the bee of positivity 🐝 PASS IT ON TO FIVE PEOPLE, let them know you're thinking about them. it doesn't have to be on anon. bzz! keep this going forward! bzz bzz!

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❛ it’s the silence that scares me. ❜ // *yeets this at cody! while quietly singing the maine.*

he nodded in agreement, silence absolutely terrified him. it never came with anything good. the last time? it came with a nogitsune in his brain, an evil fox terrorizing the town he grew up in. "agreed," he said after a minute. "it's too quiet." and it was, no sound, not even the smallest rustle of wind. something big was about to happen.

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❛ i won’t let them kill you. i won’t let them even touch you. ❜ [ mikas. ]

being a human made him weak, it made him feel fragile and exhausted at all times. it made him, most of all, feel utterly helpless, when he couldn't put a fair weight into anything. so as he sits on the floor, blood pushing from a wound in his side, he has to wonder when mikas became a knight in shining armor. "good," stiles mumbles softly.

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it's not you. it's nothing to do with you.

"well, i certainly feels like it when the whole room stops talking the minute i walk in." stiles points out, his eyebrow raised as he gives a short nod toward the rest of the room. "so, what are you talking about?"