May 4, 2014
brokenxstiles eyiedu neveraskedforthebite kingontheboard If you are still interested in playing in the Cyborg verse, please let me know or your roles will be reopened. <3
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brokenxstiles eyiedu neveraskedforthebite kingontheboard If you are still interested in playing in the Cyborg verse, please let me know or your roles will be reopened. <3
"Lydia, oh- oh my god." Stiles' hands ghosted over her body, afraid that if he touched her the wrong way, she'd shatter like fine china. The sickly pallor of her skin brought rise to bile in the other teen's throat as he fumbled with her bindings, in a feeble attempt to free the barely conscious girl laying before him. "Y- You're gonna be okay- I promise. We gotta get'cha out of here soon though otherwise th- they'll come b-" Footsteps sounded from above, interrupting his train of thought.
Her eyes can't open. She literally does not have the energy to even open her eyes. She can feel Stiles' hands, hear his voice...but she can't even make a sound. She can't whimper at the pain that shoots through her even from his lightest touch. Lydia Martin was all but dead...she wasn't even sure if she was alive at this point. Lydia didn't feel alive. She felt...broken. Weak. Nothing like the strong spitfire she used to be. They'd broken her. Body and spirit. Mustering up the last bits of her strength, her eyes opened. She could hear the footsteps, and said the only thing she could manage. "...get...yourself...outta here."
JESUS CHRIST THATS ONE BIG DICK
I almost tagged it
#christine is showing off her husband's dick again
but I refrained.
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“I’ve failed you again.”
Kate raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? And tell me, Stiles, what exactly did you do this time? What mess of yours will I be cleaning up?”
*sends you all the little texting emojis*
Send ✆ for a morning text | [txt] there's bacon or there's me in the shower. choose wisely.
Send ❖ for a confession | [txt] I never thought that I would feel this way again.
Send ⁇ for a worried text | [txt] I really don't like it when you stop responding. Please reply. Stiles, I'm serious. This isn't funny.
Send ♣ for a text not meant for you | [txt] I think that uh, I might be pregnant...
Send ✘ for a text that shouldn’t have been sent | [txt] I can't believe you cheated on me.
Send ✺for a saucy text | [txt] It may not be Valentine's day, but I might have just spent 300$ at Victoria's Secret....;)
Send ☢ for a desperate text | [txt] Please. Please don't go. Everyone else has gone. You can't leave me too.
"----Hello, yes. Social call. That's how things work, correct?"