#pcssimism

[itssheriffstilinski]

@pcssimism​

It’s been months since Stuart has opened up to him, months since Noah’s son has come to him seeking guidance. It’s agonizing, watching his child slip away, not knowing how to reach Stuart. There had been a time that they had spoken about everything, a time that Noah had known exactly what was going on in his son’s life. 

What had changed? What had wedged itself between them and torn their relationship apart?

The urge to argue with his son flickers, to push Stuart to get his ass into bed and get the first good night’s sleep that he’s gotten in weeks. Noah has seen the bags under Stuart’s eyes, seen the way his mind drifts off during conversations, seen the toll exhaustion has taken on the poor boy. 

But what use is raising his voice? It will only push Stuart further away. So Noah lets out a sigh and lowers himself into the seat beside Stuart. 

“What are you working on? Anything I can do to help?”

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Scott knew that Stiles had not told Stuart the truth of their road trip. Sure, in a way he understood his best friend and why he hadn’t shared it, but on the other hand he had looked forward to simply being on the road, the three of them with nothing to bother them. He hadn’t even be too eager about visiting the house because he knew that it would ruin the mood and cause dangerous situation.

“Dude, ... this wasn’t my idea.” He muttered as he looked at the building in front of him. Only Stiles ever seemed eager for spooky things. In fact, despite being a werewolf, it still scared Scott at times. “Y’know, ... maybe you can convince your brother to just ... let us drive away from this place and find a nice motel or something, ... somewhere far from here?” Ghosts were truly the last things he wanted to encounter at the moment, recalling how a ghost had almost drowned him in Canaan.

[staticspccelcvers]

@pcssimism

Tomas was pretty sure what he’s having is close to a mid life crisis. He’s questioning if college was even worth it anymore, he’s losing his interest in the thing he loves to do, he’s running low on money and doesn’t want to ask for more from his caregivers (who would readily transfer in more from the trust fund they’ve had set up for each kid in the orphanage). He doesn’t need to work a double shift in the coffee shop he’s at, he knew that, but paranoia was hitting him hard to the point that he can’t sleep at night.

“Coffee for one uh.. Stuart,” he calls, setting the order on the pick-up side of the counter. The bags under his eyes are looking very heavy today, he knew because his fellow coworkers gave him worried looks as though he’s gonna fall anytime soon.

[beforewewerehopeless]

@pcssimism

"Huh? Sorry, what was that?” She questioned, as her mind finally focused back in upon the reality around them.

[omniaxsolusa]

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    anger  and  hurt  simmer  beneath  his  skin,  bubbling  through  his  veins  and  turning  his  skin  to  lava.  this  was  too  much.  too  much  to  pile  on  to  the  heap  that  was  his  life.  he  couldn’t  do  it  any  more.  he  wouldn’t  let  himself  do  this.  no  more  sitting  idly  by,  watching  as  someone  he  loved  tore  him  down  like  used  wallpaper.  again  and  again  he’d  let  this  happen.  but  not  this  time.  not  with  stuart.

    he  hates  it.  hates  the  words  falling  from  his  lips,  hates  the  iron  vice  of  anger  gripping  his  heart,  threatening  to  crush  it  if  he  bows  out  now  like  he  has  done  so  many  times  before.  the  words  stuart  had  spat  at  him  like  venom  were  so  familiar  that  it  broke  something  inside  him.  to  watch  those  words  leave  stuart’s  lips.  someone  he  thought  he  loved.  someone  he  thought  cared  for  him  and  understood  how  painful  something  like  this  was.  maybe  he  was  wrong.  it  wouldn’t  be  for  the  first  time.

   his  anger  doesn’t  show  itself  in  hard  lines  and  harsher  words.  no,  it’s  wet  cheeks  and  a  quivering  lip.  it’s  fingers  curled  so  tight  at  his  sides  that  he’s  sure  he  might  of  drawn  blood. 

  “  i  can’t  take  it  back  if  it’s  true  stuart. ”  the  words  are  a  harsh  whisper,  eyes  glistening  with  tears.  confrontation  was  never  something  he  enjoyed.  “  do  you  really  think  SWEARING  at  me  is  going  to  help  the  situation ?  grow  UP  please. ”  he  pleads  with  the  other  man,  brows  drawing  together  as  he  inhales  a  breath.  “  you’re  practically  killing  yourself.  i’m  concerned  stuart.  that’s  all.  nothing  malicious.  why  do  you  have  to  snap  like  that  and  make  ME  the  bad  guy  for  responding   to  it  huh ?  is  this  what  you  wanted ?!  were  you  LOOKING  for  a  fight  when  you  said  that  to  me ?  ”  he  wants  to  sound  in  control,  like  this  was  just  another  day,  but  the  shake  to  his  voice  gave  him  away  and  he  had  to  look  away  from  the  other.

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i would love to send a huge amount of love to @mieczyslxw / @speakstodeath / @pcssimism. miles is an AMAZING person to have in your life and an incredible writer. i adore them and all of their muses so much and they really deserve the world. they have so much passion for everything they write and it's infectious. big love to them.

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Scott took a deep breath and frowned at Stuart for a moment before sighing. “Y’know ... it’s not our choice for all that stuff to happen all the time. I want nothing more than a peaceful night, or month or even a year if that’s possible but trouble just keeps finding me.” He shrugged a little. “But uh ... if you need me to get that dude off your back, just tell me who it is ... I’ll make clear what happens to bullies then.” He spoke, his eyes flashing briefly. Sometimes he felt as if Stuart hated him, though he had a feeling there was more to the hostility. But that didn’t mean he would let someone else bully him into doing something against his will.

[kingteufel]

@pcssimism _______________________________________ Despite the fact they were twins Stiles and Stuart weren’t really that close. You would figure since Claudia’s death that they would be just a little bit closer. Nope. They did have their moments where they argued a lot but no matter what. No matter how harsh the arguments were or what was said Stiles always had Stuart’s back. He was feeling a little anxious when Stuart’s internship with Google was ending, he hadn’t seen him all summer he wasn’t sure if he landed a job at Google or if his internship with them would end afterward. Stiles got out his phone texting his brother he wasn’t sure what time his plane was landing. Stuart told him a thousand and one times over the phone but unless it was sent to him in writing or some form of writing Stiles would sometimes easily forget. He’d just told dad about Scott being a werewolf and wanted to break down to his brother on everything that happened to him while he was away.  [sms – Thing 1] what time does your plane land again? Dad is at the station and I’m picking you up.