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boyrunningwithwolves
#he's actually proud#he hearts her
//She hearts him too. She’s worried she won’t make him regret training her bc he’ll be dead before he can regret it but she’s not gonna tell him that. She doesn’t half-ass things. If they want her to go dark, she’ll give them more than what they bargained for.
already she’s concocting plans to have a coup d'etat and take over the gang someone stop her
Engaged
“It’s only six months. It’s only six months...” Walker muttered to himself, spinning around to cut at the training dummy. He drove the sword point up under an imaginary rib cage, gritting his teeth. For a second he pictured stabbing the Prince. He couldn’t do that, of course. They were.. His parents were always talking Stiles up, anyway. They were technically friends, and while he’d never try to.. seriously hurt him, there’d been the time during sparring that he’d given Stiles a limp for a few weeks. For another six months they’d be bickering and shouting in-between days of avoiding each other.
Sure, Stiles was clever and occasionally funny, but the sheer irritation Walker felt around him overwhelmed any positive side to these visits. He sheathed the sword and headed up to the entry hall; he’d catch hell if he wasn’t there to greet his ‘guest’.
Starter || boyrunningwithwolves
boyrunningwithwolves
Everything was spinning.
There was a knock on the door to his apartment, which was odd because he didn’t know anyone who’d come over for a visit. Then just moments after, the door slammed open and armed men were rushing into his apartment.
“Hey, what the hell?!” He demanded furiously, only for one man to reel his hand and punch him square in the jaw.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Where am I?
He doubled over in pain, before it turned into an all out beating; a punch to the gut, a slam behind the knees, and a kick to the stomach as he was on the ground. He fought back, but most of his blows didn’t even faze the men.
He groaned. He was on the floor, on his side. Everything ached. Something wet was dripping down the side of his head. One tug of muscle, however, and he knew his hands and feet were bone. He tried to opened his eyes, only to be met with darkness. That’s when he felt the cloth over his eyelids. Where am I?
After his body was bruised and broken, two men hauled him up by the armpits; his head lolling down in exhaustion. Then a man stepped in front of him; a cool, calm, wicked smile, which only grew bigger as he spoke.
“You’ll do perfectly,” he cooed, “Now, good night,” A needle suddenly sunk into his neck, and with a pained gasp, everything went black.
Black. “W-Where am I?” he tested his voice out for the first time; weak and raspy from his beating. He struggled more, writhing on the floor in a futile attempt to get up. “WHERE AM I?!”
++ boyrunningwithwolves
“So does Coach actually like you or is he hell-bent on ruining your life. I can’t tell.”
Tricked {Closed RP}
Stella sat across from Stiles, her best friend, he was the man she trusted with everything and looking at him she felt horrible. She didn't like what was going on and she couldn't stop it "Please Stiles, If you can hear me just know I still care about you and I'm so sorry," She rubbed her knee nervously, she stared at him seeing more of her best friend then she could take, the tape on his mouth making her want to cry. Why was she the only one who stayed with him, it was not the best call for anyone to make
[text]:pls come over. need ride to hospital once taquitos are ready
[ text ]: wtf???[ text ]: did you put your head in the microwave or something?[ text ]: do you plan on scorching your mouth?[ text ]: this is the most ominous text I’ve ever received
boyrunningwithwolves
Moving away from home at 17 years old was a nightmare for her, but as Elena entered Beacon Hills, California she quickly felt something change in her. Some positive vibe rush over her. After her parents died, she grew depressed and the entire summer was proof of that. So her aunt Jenna decided it was time to do something about it. While so many changes at once were quite hard to process, inside she knew it was for the best. She could no longer sit around and let life pass her by. A change of scenery was probably the best thing for her right now or she might just sit around in her sadness forever.
It took the last few weeks of summer to set up the new house. Painting it and getting it all set up, among other things but once that was finished Elena found herself wanting to go out and enjoy the beautiful weather. Glimpses of her old self had begun to spark out of her and it felt refreshing.
Finally, the first day of senior year came around and Elena had gotten herself ready for school. Dressed in light shorts and a white tank top, Elena curled her hair and finished her makeup before making her way to school. Many approached her, but she was shy despite her old self being anything but. Finally, after second period it was time for lunch. When she walked in, a girl named Kira she had met just the period before had invited her to sit with her at lunch. Elena gladly accepted, really having no other choice either way.
She sat beside Kira and next to a guy her age. “Elena, this is Scott, Lydia, Malia...” she began and then pointed to the guy next to her. “And Stiles.” she said and Elena smiled and waved a bit before turning to Stiles. “Hi” she said slightly shyly.
boyrunningwithwolves
A smirk made it’s way across his lips. “This is where I show you a most miraculous thing.. The internet.”
Rhee rolled her eyes.
"And here I thought you had actually gone out someplace cool and found it."
