#feedsoffstrife

[thatprettylittlething-a]

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 ❁ || @feedsoffstrife​

“That’s all you, right there. I mean it’s not my fault you’ve got such a hard time differentiating between me and your stupid fiancé .” Void breathes with a little laugh, for months he had been tricking the Banshee into thinking that he was Stiles, oh how much fun this game was to him. That was until the strawberry blonde had caught onto his little game.

It had been 𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑯𝑺. Ten whole weeks, to be exact, that’s how long she had been fooled by the trickster. Apparently he had become so good at mimicking the behaviour of the man she supposedly knew better than anyone ( the man who she adored beyond words ) that she couldn’t tell the difference. Lydia hadn’t suspected a thing, drawn in by his advances, 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒆; laughing at his little quips that were so like Stiles, kissing the mouth that wasn’t his. Now it felt as though she was a part of it, as though 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 for what he was putting Stiles through. How could she have let this happen?

Now she’s cowering in his jeep — no, Stiles’ jeep — knees hugged to her chest as she wills this to be a nightmare instead of her sordid reality. Trembling hands spread over her skin firmly, drawing back over her cheekbones as she presses against the pale flesh. “You’re 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍,” the banshee whimpers, staring straight ahead out of the windscreen, not daring to cast her gaze sideways. “We got rid of you — we... The Shugendō Scroll, Scott bit you, you can’t just...” Nose wrinkles as she scrunches her eyes closed, trying desperately to swallow the panic rising; her heart no longer in her chest but thumping in her throat. Eyes snap open as the banshee realises something; nightmare or not, she’s got to get out of here. That’s the only way to wake up, right? To 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄. Hand reaches frantically for the battered door handle, dainty digits tugging at it desperately, small form shoving against the door.

[itssheriffstilinski]

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“Stiles, we need to talk.” Noah tips his glass back, finishing his second whisky before placing the empty cup on the table beside the open envelope containing proof of his son’s slipping grades. Stiles is smart. Too smart for his own good, the sheriff sometimes thinks. But his grades have been slipping and it’s not something Noah can ignore any longer. 

“Sit down, kid.”

[deafhawkeye]

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He's in this town because there had been word of possible inhumans. He's supposed to gather intel, watch from afar. It's what he's good at, watching and waiting. It's how he figured out about Loki before the God had arrived.

He installs himself in the school, starting out the school year as an ASL instructor. He doesn't mind it, because he likes being able to teach people about his culture, about the language he uses to communicate. He has a SHIELD peon as an interpreter, especially for the first few classes. Then its immersion learning. Clint admits to being excited.

It's his first day, and he really has no idea what to expect.

[maledictaria]

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A basket of dirty clothes by her side, Claudia was enjoying her day off work by cleaning up the house. It could get so dirty from time to time especially living with her two most favorite men in the world. Everyone was too busy to clean up after themselves - Noah always loaded with work in the police station and Stiles seem to be busy with his friends.  Claudia tried her best to stay out of a young teenager’s life, despite it being so hard. In her eyes he was her little boy. She wanted to talk to him, hold him, protect him. Yet, all she could do was patiently wait for him to come to her. Knowing how annoying it could get for moms sticking their nose in their children's businesses and private lives.

He was home from school for quite some time. Nothing but dead silence coming from his room. Claudia couldn’t bare the unusual stillness for much longer and walked to his door.  A soft knock on the wooden entrance of his room.                              ❝ 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺? ❞ Claudia hummed softly.         ❝ I was wondering if you want something to eat. I could cook you some curly fries. ❞

[xspellbound]

&   *   ------   stiles (   @feedsoffstrife​   )

darkness wasn’t always a part of magnolia’s day to day --- once upon a time, she’d been a good girl, full of light & looking for more. until she’d suffered death & brought death to her killer. darkness seeped into her like a poison that she accepted, making the witch a force to be reckoned with. a little more chaotic, like the devil himself.

chaos attracts chaos, bringing her to stiles. or, lack thereof stiles. the mccall pack would call them a nuisance, magnolia called them the a team. maybe if the others asked nicely, they can use their chaos to good. or not.

heel clad feet carried the witch with two drinks in her hands towards the other, wicked grin formed to her lips, ‘   figured a little pick me up was warranted. after all, we got a long night ahead of us.   ’

[ofwrittenschemes]

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[thatprettylittlething-a]

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @feedsoffstrife

It’s a sensation that Lydia recognises, and utterly despised. She had never thought that she’d feel this way in his company — Stiles had always, without fail, paid attention to her. In fact, he’d been the first person to pay attention to her properly. He had been the one to notice all those years ago that her pretending to be a nitwit was all just an act. He had been the one to get her to break down all those walls and become the young woman she is today. But now... Well, she’s most definitely overthinking it. But how can she help it? How can she not worry when he is downright ignoring her?

Maybe something is the matter. He could just have something on his mind. But being prone to bouts of anxiety about feeling unwanted thanks to a certain ex-boyfriend isn’t making this any easier on her. It’s with a deep breath that she clears her throat, eyes wide with concern as she peers at him across the table. “Stiles, I... Is something the matter?” She questions softly, emerald hues flickering over his features. “You’ve ignored the last three things I said — or maybe you just didn’t hear them.” Her lips fold inwards, that bashful, hurt little look trickling over her face as she ducks her head for a moment, looking down at her untouched meal. “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

[thatprettylittlething-a]

@feedsoffstrife. ♡

Void wrinkles his nose as he slowly wipes the blood away. “Come on, you know shit like that turns me on, I love it when you get all feisty and violent.” The fox says as a slow grin stretches across chapped lips.

❛  I’m not doing this to 𝑮𝑬𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑶𝑭𝑭,  ❜ irate banshee seethes back, shaking out her bloodied digits as the pair circle one another. ❛  I want you to leave me the fuck alone ━ for good this time.  ❜