Momma Stilinski

Darkness. That's all I remember. It was dark, and cold... And I was scared. But then I heard voices. My son and my husband. They were calling for me, they needed me. And I woke up. My name is Claudia Stilinski. I used to be dead. I don't know how or...

[potwhale-deactivated20150416]

AU: Stiles was raised by Claudia after the Sheriff died. 

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I’M GONNA ATTEMPT TO BE GOOD NOW!

Alright, I unfollowed all the blogs that are inactive or I don’t talk to them so! REBLOG IF YOU WANT SOME MOMMA STILINSKI LOVE! Or just invade my askbox. Either way.

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Reblog if you actually like my blog (*˙︶˙*)☆*°

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“I never said that you could not read. What does that have to do with anything?” The dwarrow asked. “The Hobbit? I’ve only heard of one tale, the one Master Baggins wrote.” Kíli replied. Oh this was giving him a headache. “If you had too much wine, then I certainly had too much ale. None of this is making any sense.”

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“Yes, the Hobbit was about Bilbo and your adventure but in my world it was written by a man named Tolkien,” she answered, patting his head gently. “We’re both going to be hating ourselves in the morning then.”

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“Claudia? All right, then. Claudia, how is it that you know of me yet I know not of you? Also, what is this book you speak of?”

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“I read, smartie,” she commented, giving the male a look before she smirked. “It’s called the Hobbit. And you don’t know of me because I’m not a fictional character. Then again you’re not fictional either if you’re standing in front of me. Maybe I had a little too much wine last night.”

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“You look like that one lass from that one place.. Who are you again?”

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“I’m Claudia. And don’t tell me. Let me guess. Kili. Even though in the book you’re blonde.”

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recklessheir has found you

“Y’look like that dwarf from the Hobbit.”

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I’M GONNA ATTEMPT TO BE GOOD NOW!

Alright, I unfollowed all the blogs that are inactive or I don’t talk to them so! REBLOG IF YOU WANT SOME MOMMA STILINSKI LOVE! Or just invade my askbox. Either way.

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Hello babies, who missed momma? ;)

[wrpalmer]

Send “✆” for a morning text. Send “✉” for a text that wasn’t sent. Send “☎” for a rushed text. Send “⁇” for a drunk text. Send “ø” for a late night text. Send “✘” for a hateful text.

[souffrxnce-deactivated20141105]

                                          I sense there’s something in the w i n d

                                               That feels like tragedy at hand

[mieczyslawr-deactivated20171113]

Why do people keep wanting to lick your face?

❝Does this look like the face of a guy in the know?❞

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"No, but you'd think you would have some idea."

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WELP I don't know who I owe

[sicariusumbram-deactivated20140]

Put ◎ in my ask. My muse will answer any question you ask them. Even if it's a secret.

[sometimesbatmanarchive-deactiva]

    Stiles’ breathing hitched a little bit as the woman spoke. With his mother’s face. And mother’s voice. And it made him feel sick to his stomach. He took a single step back as she reached out and touched him — shaking his head mutely at her. Porcelain features paler than usual as his brain tried to offer him explanations of what was going on.    He didn’t know how this woman knew all the things that she did. About Peter. About his friends. Surely, this couldn’t be here. She … She —-       Little duck —              ” Don’t … Don’t call me that — “      He rasped out hoarsely, wide amber eyes raking over her before she was leaning over to whisper his given name in his ear. He stopped breathing for a moment, handing coming out to grasp tightly on the threshold of the doorway so that his knees didn’t buckle underneath him.     ” M … Mom? ”

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{☼ —- Features softened as he spoke, the woman reaching out with both arms this time and cupping her child's face in her hands. Her thumbs gently stroked the soft skin beneath them, hoping to preemptively wipe away whatever tears might fall. She knew that face, he'd had it so many times when he was young and he came to her with nightmares.}

"Yes, my little one... It's me. It's Mama."

{☼ —- She choked on her words as she felt tears of her own gather in her eyes, not even trying to resist the urge to throw her arms around him, holding him as tight as she could.}

"You've gotten so big..."

[sometimesbatmanarchive-deactiva]

   Stiles swayed just a little

      where he stood, shaking his head.   ” I don’t who you are,       but that’s not possible.         My Mo- Claudia is dead.          She has been for years. “

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{☼ —- Welp. He was too smart for his own good. Alright, go for it.}

"Dead doesn't always mean gone forever; Peter Hale is a creepy and prime example of that. And seriously? The little boy who used to keep me up for hours with his theories about ghosts, werewolves and vampires doesn't believe in magic? I don't believe that; my Stiles always believed in the supernatural. Probably why you have so many werewolf friends, hmm?"

{☼ —- She noted the swaying, her hand instantly reaching out and touching his forehead on instinct. Something she'd always done since he was a child, followed by moving a strand of hair from his face.}

"Little duck I know this is a lot to take in... But please don't shut me out."

{☼ —- Soon she leaned over and whispered his name-the one she gave him the day he was born--her father's name.}

[sometimesbatmanarchive-deactiva]

   " …. who are you?             What do you want? “   Stiles stared at the woman on   his doorstep that looked h a u n t i n g l y    familiar. In ways that made him feel ill. 

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{☼ —- Alright, Claudia. Breathe. You've prepared for this. Well, only a teensy bit. He was so tall. Snap out of it, Stilinski! Your kid's looking at you like you're some sort of a serial killer. }

"I'm Claudia... Came to talk to your dad, is he home...?"

{☼ —- That's right. Play it safe. Though, she knew John wasn't home. Was it bad she hoped he wouldn't turn her away?}