#hesolved

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@hesolved said: ❝Taco Bell is open 24 hours, right?❞ || 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ➳ 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

The inquiry comes after just ten seconds of 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 ( because apparently when alcohol was added to the mix, Stiles talked even more ), frustrated scoff thrown back his way. Having spent over an hour trying to find him, his vague texts her only form of navigation, the thought of pulling up to a grotty fast food place doesn’t sound remotely tempting to the girl. “I’m taking you 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄,” Lydia reminds Stiles stiffly, “Not stopping for a carbs at three in the morning.” She would make sure that he got something to eat back at his house, some bread or crackers that were lying around to soak up the alcohol in his system, but she doesn’t trust him not to throw up if they stop off anywhere. “Need I remind you that you can hardly even stand, Stiles?” She points out, 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒏 seeping through that stern voice she’s using, “How exactly do you think you’re going to be able to go up to a counter order a taco?”

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     cosmo came to an abrupt halt on the steps of his family home as his gaze took in the sight of the open front door and the shattered doorframe. he dropped into a crouch almost instantly, his heart leaping into his throat as he set the milk carton on the porch and dug into his pocket for his cellphone. every hair on his body stood on end as he crept forward and nudged the door open with slowly, thankful that the hinges didn’t creak or groan as he slipped inside. he could hear the low sound of the television playing in the living room, but it was the sound of a loud and unfamiliar voice that had sweat suddenly beading down his forehead.

“    if  you  know  what’s  good  for  you,  you’ll  shut  the  hell  up !    ”    cosmo flinched, just barely resisting the urge to launch forward at full speed. it was stiles. stiles was home. he was home with an intruder. there was an intruder in their house and he had stiles. with his heart slamming against his ribcage, cosmo dared to peek around the corner of the hallway that connected into the living space so he could look into the kitchen. he saw them then. the intruder’s back was to him, tall and dressed in a dark hoodie, dark jeans and white sneakers and in front of him was stiles.

    cosmo had to grab a hold of the wall guard to stop himself from rushing forward, every nerve in his body screaming at him to move while the stranger didn’t know he was there.   //  @hesolved  flashback  thread  for  langcollege  gv

[thatprettylittlething-a]

@hesolved said: ❝ Just because I hate everybody doesn’t mean they have to hate me too. ❞ ||  𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ➳ 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

❛  I never said I hate you,  ❜ strawberry blonde points out, index finger prodding the air to confirm her statement, ❛  I’m allowed to be displeased that you somehow 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 when I was out.  ❜ Clearly, she was still under suspicion over all the bodies they were finding ━ either that, or this was another instance of him trying to keep her safe, once again, without her consent. Smile curves at plump petals a few seconds later though as frustration recedes, amusement blooming across features. ❛  Does that mean that you hate me, Stiles?   ❜ Lydia coos, ❛  I wouldn’t expect you to risk time for breaking and entering over someone you 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐄.   ❜

[thatprettylittlething-a]

@hesolved said: “You deserve better.” || 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 ➳ 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

His words prompt a little scoff of a laugh from the girl, head shaking 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚. Maybe he was right, maybe she does deserve better, but she’s not the only one. He does too, as does everyone else within this compound. None of them deserve the life they lead, practically imprisoned here, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒔. She shrugs his hands away, tugging down her shirt to hide the scar he’d found on her waist, given by one of the men who made their lives here a living hell. “So do you,” she reminds him quietly, still somewhat rattled every time they speak freely up here, “But the only other option is 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 so...” So she has to settle for being Peter’s little pet, staying quiet to minimise her injuries, keeping Mitch safe too where she can.

[thatprettylittlething-a]

@hesolved said: “ i have… so many questions. ” || 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 ➳ 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

If Lydia were to be honest, she too has 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. The first of which would be, what the hell am I doing here? It feels as though mere seconds ago she had been getting into bed, lotion rubbed on her hands before settling down amidst array of pink pillows. But now, when her eyes flicker open, she’s staring intently at a ceiling 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔, blue paint swimming into focus as a voice right up close startles her.

Gaze jumps down to the room’s other occupant, chocolate hues staring back at her as his words tumble out a mile a minute. It’s the middle of the night, clearly, the darkness outside his window and the state his hair is in make that clear, but that doesn’t explain her presence here. The satin pyjamas she wears cling to her skin, material drenched from the rain she can hear beating against the window. 𝑯𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆? Tongue darts out to coat dry lips, shivering arms hugged around her middle as her head begins to shake. Copper curls don’t bounce on her shoulders like normal, dark tendrils statically sticking to her face and neck.

“I don’t know why I’m here,” she mumbles out suddenly, bare toes curling in his carpet, “I don’t — I don’t remember getting out of bed, I don’t know what I’m — .” Lips press together now as she lets out a 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓, features scrunching together as both hands jump up to cover up her face.

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@hesolved replied to your post “.”

why is she just sitting there skdjfjshdh

bc i’m going to drINK HER HAROLD

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     rancour    in    all     its    glory     ,   sleazy   and   lit     ,    ignites    in   her   throat    .   these    dead       guiles    and    baby    -      girl     ruse    ,    girl    grandeur     dissipated     in     loathsome     cascade     for     a     dirty     candour   .      ❝     ———       i      didn’t      fucking      do       it      ,      alright      ?     ❞    this    is    the    truth    :    void    call    in    girl    -    skin    /    needled    antipathies    /    fistfuls    of    plaque    and    bedlam    /    gallows    -    tongue    lapping    ravage    .    girl    bloated    ,    belligerent    ,    becoming    becoming    became    :    she    -    cur    ,    maenad    -    maleficent    ,    hate    -    hewn    !      ❝         don’t   ask    me    again   .        ❞        /     * hesolved       

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hesolved replied to your post

U DESERVE IT

??????  BUT  WHY  YOU’RE  A  LL  QUALITY  AND  I’M  OVER  HERE  LIKE  THAT  WEIRD  STEP  AUNT  THAT  TRIES  TO  PINCH  UR  CHEEKS