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"Well, personally I'm a fan of ignoring a problem until it eventually just goes away." (Independent Stiles Stilinski RP Blog)

[thelydiuhm-blog]

                                    She faltered. The warmth seemed to be missing from his gaze, but could that have more to do with fear than the  fact it wasn’t actually Stiles talking to her? God,  they shouldn’t have left her alone with him. It didn’t matter that she had a genius IQ. It didn’t matter that she was stronger than she used to be. This was Stiles. How was she supposed to refuse Stiles?                                             “You aren’t Stiles,” she breathed with a quick shake of her head. Her chest squeezed painfully at the sight of his tears, and it took  every ounce of strength she had not to immediately give in. How did he do it? How did he manage to convince even the smartest people that he’d given in? “I can’t tell you where the others are. Even if you are Stiles, we can’t risk him finding out.” She paused, lips parted and eyes wide as she shook her head. “But you aren’t Stiles.”                    Even to her own ears, she didn’t sound too convinced. 

[spaziism]

He almost had her in the palm of his hand. The girl would be like a puppet on strings by the end of this conversation. Poor thing cased about Stiles far too much for her own good. He was surprised that Scott and the others chose to leave her alone with him at all. The man simply nodded his head in understanding, seeming so confused and scared, he almost convinced himself that he was actually very confused and scared. “I just...” His hands and almost whole body began to shake from fear. God he was good. “I have no idea what’s going on... please just, tell me something. Anything. I’m stuck in my own head. I can’t see or hear whats going on. I-It’s like a nightmare that I can’t wake up from...”

[pupbar-blog]

“I didn’t dig the hole, Stiles. I just sort fell in it… – How the hell did it even get here?”

[spaziism]

         “I don’t know Liam, is it even    important right now to be asking that?”

[needtoprotect]

“I can’t get drunk, Stiles. You remember that right?”

[spaziism]

“I know! That’s so sad! Bro, I’m really sorry about that.”

[needtoprotect]

♡ (he's clearly drunk)

Send a ♡ and my character will react to yours confessing that they have feelings for them!

“Dude. You’re wasted. And an emotional drunk.”

[spaziism]

“Totally not! You are just too sober.      You need to get on my level!””

[thelydiuhm-blog]

              Stiles. Lydia dropped to her knees, relief flooding her body.                                    This wouldn’t last.          The nogitsune would soon reclaim control, but for a few,                           { blissful } seconds, she could talk to Stiles.     His name left her lips in a ghost of a breath as Lydia reached out         to grab either side of his face, her fingers digging into his skin as      she held his gaze. “We’re going to save you, Stiles. Scott, Derek, Deaton -           we’re all figuring this out. Trust us, okay? We’ll figure this out.”    Even as she spoke, Lydia could feel her blind faith slipping.          Stiles looked panicked, sure, but his eyes didn’t hold quite the same……. look.                      She dropped her hands and rocked back on her heels, eyes narrowed        in disgust. “You aren’t Stiles,” she accused, anger flooding her system.             Pressure began to build behind her eyes and she knew she was about to cry.        She couldn’t, though - not in front of him, never in front of him - and              so she settled for grabbing the tape she’d momentarily cast aside.                   This time, as she prepared to seal the tape over his mouth,                            she didn’t feel an ounce of guilt. 

[spaziism]

The male quickly shook his head. “No, no Lydia it’s me. I swear to God it’s me!” He said in a panicked tone. The tears now spilling out of his eyes onto his cheeks. He had to make this more convincing if he was going to get out of this. But as she reached for the tape, he acted as if he was panicked, leaning back farther into the couch to prevent her from doing it. “Wait a second, wait Lydia. It’s me... please. You have to tell me what’s going on, where everyone went. Please...” He paused for a moment for dramatic effect before looking back up to her with sad eyes. “Don’t shut me out... don’t... don’t put me back in with him please...”

[thelydiuhm-blog]

       She bites back the urge to vomit.    It makes her sick.                  Looking at him makes her sick.         His eyes are so empty. Cold. Lifeless.    Void of the spark and warmth they usually held.           “Go to hell,” she mumbles, eyes glassing over. She won’t cry.                                            She c a n ‘ t cry.       Instead, she tries again, the word feeling like sandpaper against her tongue,                 “Please.” Her teeth are gritted. She’s angry. Furious, even.                       She doesn’t want to beg, but what can she do? It’s Stiles.                                                 She has to save Stiles.

[spaziism]

He couldn’t help but laugh at her words.                                Oh how he enjoyed this.     Even tied up and being held against his will,      somehow, he still managed to control the       environment. The people around them. He was exactly where he needed to be for the moment.                       Why not let Lydia talk to ‘Stiles’                       for a moment. “Well since you                      asked so nicely...” 

He paused for a moment closing his eyes. He had to make his performance convincing. His eyes flew open, fear and panic in them. He looked around, forced tears filling his eyes as he looked back to Lydia.

 “L-Lydia... w-what the hell is happening?”    God he hoped she was buying this.

[pyrrhicisms]

MY DAD’S A POLICE OFFICER AND HE ALWAYS COMES HOME COMPLAINING ABOUT HIS DUMB NEW PARTNER WHO’S STRAIGHT OUT OF TRAINING AND WHEN THEY FINALLY HIT IT OFF HE COMES OVER FOR DINNER AND FUCK I DIDN’T KNOW HE WAS SO HOT AU

[stilessister-deactivated2023090]

“ And I though I told you that I won’t do that”

[spaziism]

“& I thought I was your older brother & last I checked, you do what I say.”

[silverisms]

Allison nodded, hopping into the car  when he opened the door for her.  A laugh escaped her lips as he spoke up. “I’m not gonna throw up, Stiles. Have a bit more faith in me, would you?” she teased, leaning her head  against the window. “Pretty sure if marrying a vehicle were legal, you and this Jeep would be the first  official vehicle-human marriage.” she mused. “You’re in love with this thing.”

[spaziism]

“Who says we haven’t gotten married already?” Stiles began, obviously being sarcastic as he put the keys in the ignition and turned them. The car lighting up with life before he looked back to Allison with a smirk. “That’s the real reason I can’t kiss you. Not because of Scott. Because of my little beauty right here.” He tapped the dashboard with the palm of his hand, playfully winking at before looking forward once more.”

[spaziism]

stilessister

“Lucy, I thought I told you to wait back at home.”

[thelydiuhm-blog]

They shouldn’t have left her alone with him.     She told them not to do it. She told Scott it was a bad idea. ‘It’s just for a few hours,’ he said. ‘You can do this,’ he said.                     He was wrong. She can’t. 

      Crouching down, Lydia meets his eye and holds it.    She glares, then reaches out to rip the tape off his lips.                  She hopes it hurts.       “Let me talk to Stiles.” Her tone is sharp, demanding.             Stiles. She can do this for Stiles. 

[spaziism]

A smirk fell on his lips. Of course she wanted to talk to Stiles. But the boy was so far deep in his own head, fighting to get out, only to fail MISERABLY. Cocking his head to one side he eyed the girl for a moment. "I don’t think I herd the magic word.” He stated with a smirk before looking back up to meet her gaze. Now, he was toying with her.

[silverisms]

A triumphant smirk took over her features.  When his hand lifted hers from his chest, she caught his fingers and laced them with hers, without a word. The smirk on her face slid into something more genuine, and she nodded, getting on her tiptoes to kiss him  on the cheek. While there, Allison whispered in his ear. “Any girl would be lucky to have you, Stiles. You just don’t see how special  you are.” With that, she let go of him, moved away, and headed over to the Jeep, opening the passenger door obediently.

[spaziism]

Stiles smiled at her words, nodding his head lightly. “Thanks Allison.” He said before opening the door for her, waiting for her to get inside before shutting it and moving into the driver side. Sliding in. “Please do tell me if you are going to be sick so I can pull over. I do not need you puking in my baby.”

[phoebes]

teen wolf tropes → stiles stilinski (part one)

[effingstiles]

[spaziism]

thelydiuhm

“....” Come on Lydia, take of the tape.        You know you want too.

[abusedbeta-deactivated20160326]

         ❝ Good question. I ask myself that   anytime I have to SUFFER your presence. ❞

[spaziism]

“....Shut up.”

[silverisms]

Allison didn’t say anything for a while.  But when they neared his car, she  moved to stand in front of him, one hand moving to the side of his face to  gently bring his forehead to hers, a  far-too-innocent smile on her features. “So, are you saying if it weren’t for Scott, you’d want to kiss me?” she asked, voice barely a whisper, but their closeness would help him hear her, she assumed. Her free hand crawled upwards to settle on his chest and she traced gentle shapes there with her fingertip.

[spaziism]

Stiles sighed. How the hell did he get stuck with drunk Allison. Where was Scott when he needed him? Stiles placed his hand over hers, gently lifting it off his chest, “If I say yes will you please get in the car?” He had to keep reminding himself that this was Allison. One of his best friends. His brothers Scott’s ex-girlfriend. “Yes, okay, if it wasn’t for Scott I would jump your fricking bones now please Allison just, come on, in.”