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fourdirtyxpaws replied to your post:i’m 6 away from my first hundred where do you all...
[ The shadows. I am the night. ]
[ That explains everything ]
☺ ♥ !! ☼ ?? ► ↕
Send me ☺ for a loving/affectionate text
[ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] You're really lucky that you're cute because if you weren't I'd have stopped talking to you by now. [ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] Something in that sentence is a lie.[ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] And its not that you're cute.
Send me ♥ for a sexual/naughty text
[ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] { attached image }
Send me !! for a threatening text
[ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] I swear to god I might actually punch your dad the next time he actively tries to cause a panic attack.
Send me ☼ for a morning text
[ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] It's five am... and I know I don't sleep a whole lot[ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] But why do you always manage to wake me up when I finally do? [ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] It's a good thing you're cute.
Send me ?? for a strange/vague text
[ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] Run. Just run. They're coming.
Send me ► for a text not meant for you
[ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] You know what not everyone cares that she's the weird new girl, okay? Because that's not what she is. [ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] I don't give a shit that her dad is an alpha. What the hell does that matter? It's not like he's here to try and take Scott's job of baby sitting you lot. [ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] Trust me, I've met the guy. He'd kill you first.
Send me ↕ for a scared/worried text
[ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] Hey... haven't heard from you all day.[ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] And you weren't at school....[ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] You okay? [ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] I'm not above calling your dad...
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[ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] Pretty sure your dad hates me.[ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] Like legitimately hates me. [ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] All he did was stare at me yesterday when he picked you up. [ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] Like him showing up in leather on a motorcycle wasn't terrifying enough.
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[ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] You probably shouldn't stick around here. Beacon Hills has a nack for killing off pretty girls.[ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] Hell my friendship seems to come with a death warrant.[ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] I don't want you to be the next Erica. [ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] Or the next Allison. [ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] You should just leave. It's not safe. [ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] I'm not safe. [ conversation deleted ]
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[ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] Did you seriously just call me SIX TIMES ONLY TO HANG UP THE SECOND I PICK UP!?[ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] I'm never talking to you again. Oh my god.
Send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message
[ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] Hey, so uh I was thinking... maybe since our first date wasn't a complete disaster...[ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] Do you maybe want to go on like an actual date? [ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] Not that the first one wasn't an actual date. But I mean like a proper one. [ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] Not that it wasn't proper either. [ text ; Stiles 2.0 ] I'm going to shut up now. And possibly go drown myself out at the preserve.
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first, thank you so much for sending me this, i’m currently screeching over here ahlkjasdh1. in 15 days I’ll turn nineteen, whooo2. I love L.A. Lakers3. uhhh I’m running out of things to say ‘cause I’m really uninteresting4. next time I will ask cxnturion to make this list for me5. also I think I’m getting a cold, ugh
"What?!"
send me a “what?!” for my character’s reaction to yours sliding their hand in my character’s pants.
They were lounging on the couch in the McCall living room, both Melissa and Scott were both off doing their own thing and Isaac was trying not to freak out about the fact that Aileas was all but laying on top of him paying more attention to the drawstrings on his sweater than the movie she'd said they had to watch. It wasn't long until she caught him watching her rather than the movie, using his chest as partial leverage she wiggled herself up until they were eye level. At first he didn't fully realize that her pressing her lips to his own was meant as a distraction, but he went into the kiss more than willingly, his fingers threading into her hair as she hovered over him.
It wasn't until he felt her fingers wiggle under his belt that he realized exactly what she was doing---what he was figuring now that she was trying to work up the courage to do for a while now. He couldn't stop his hips from arching up into the touch, a sound leaving him only to be lost in the kiss.
"You're going to kill me or get me killed" he muttered against her lips.
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Send me a "☤" For my muses reaction to waking up with your muses head between their legs.
Falling asleep with her hadn't been planned, they'd been watching movies in his room and she'd fallen asleep against his shoulder, he hadn't had the heart to wake her up so he'd just left her. He hadn't been planning on falling asleep himself, in fact he didn't remember the last time he'd fallen asleep without whatever the hell it was that Deaton had given him to help his stress induced insomnia. But he had, and she'd clearly woken up before him. He'd expected her to be gone when he woke up, because who the hell would stick around? For him of all people.
His sleep was interrupted rather suddenly when his body registered what was going on, spine arching before he knew what was happening with a wrecked sound leaving him before he could stop it. "God, what are you doing?" He breathed out, fingers twisted in the sheets under him.
"If you are going to judge me by my hair, at least give me a decent explanation."