#pleaseletmewakeup

[itssheriffstilinski]

@pleaseletmewakeup​

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?”

[sanctuarae]

@pleaseletmewakeup.  SOURCE.

❝  OH,  I  KNOW  —  YOU’RE  NEVER  HUNGRY.  LUCKY  FOR  YOU,  I’M  STILL  RESPONSIBLE  ENOUGH  TO  FEED  YOU  EVERY  NOW  &  THEN!  ❞  WITH  THAT,  HE  SHOVES  ANOTHER  HANDFUL  OF  FRIES  INTO  HIS  MOUTH,  FORCING  EVAN’S  BODY  TO  CHEW  &  SWALLOW  BEFORE  THE  VESSEL  CAN  EVEN  DARE  UTTER  ANOTHER  WORD  OF  PROTEST.  BUT  THEY’RE  NEARING  THE  END  OF  THE  GREASY  RESERVES,  &  WHENEVER  HE’S  ABLE,  HABIT  IS  EYEING  THOSE  ANONYMOUS  CADAVERS  (  &  FORCING  EVAN  TO  LOOK  ON  BY  EXTENSION.  )

CLEARLY,  WHATEVER  MOOD  HE’S  IN  IS  BAD  NEWS  FOR  EVAN  NO  MATTER  WHAT  HE  DOES  TO  TRY  &  APPEND  THIS  ...  IF  ANYTHING,  THE  SITUATION  IS  GETTING  WORSE.  HE  TOYS  WITH  A  KNIFE  IN  HIS  FREE  HAND  &  WAVES  A  CHICKEN  NUGGET  AROUND  IN  THE  OTHER.  ❝  ...  WHAT’S  YOUR  FAVORITE  DESSERT,  EVAN?  ❞  IT’S  A  QUESTION  THAT  DOESN’T  NEED  TO  BE  ASKED  TO  ANY  CAPACITY,  ONE  THAT  WOULDN’T  SERVE  ANY  MEANING  EVEN  IF  IT  DID.  FACT  IS,  HE’S  SIMPLY  BUILDING  UP  TO  SOMETHING  ...  HE’S  ONE  MELODRAMATIC  BASTARD,  ISN’T  HE?

[itssheriffstilinski]

You're not even a little gay?

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                     “Jesus. No.”

[itssheriffstilinski]

@pleaseletmewakeup​

Noah wrinkles his nose, staring at the seven small tiles hidden from Evan. Four vowels and three useless letters. Once again, Noah rearranges the letters, staring at the scrabble board. They’re tied at the moment -- each have won three games -- and Noah isn’t about to lose. 

[itssheriffstilinski]

"If you don't play scrabble with me, I'm telling your son about those VERY deep fried onion rings you had yesterday."

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         “I don’t have time for this shit,” Noah grumbles. There’s a pile of neglected paperwork on his desk, waiting to be filled out. But Stiles will flip if he’s told about the sheriff’s penchant for sneaking fast food. 

                               “——One game. That’s it.”

[itssheriffstilinski]

Rumor has it that you refuse to play Scrabble with me because you think I'll eat the pieces.

Rumor has it…

           “I refuse to play scrabble with you because I’m pretty sure you’ll cheat.”

[itssheriffstilinski]

Rumor has it that Cop Daddy has a crush on a DASHING young felon.

Rumor has it…

           “First, it’s sheriff. Second, I think you have it backwards.”

[itssheriffstilinski]

“I’m fine, I can walk, just give me a minute”

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          Once again, Noah finds Evan lollygagging about in front of the station. More specifically, the kid is laying in the grass and mumbling to himself. The sheriff is about to demand that the kid get up and get his ass back inside when his gaze falls to the pool of blood painting the grass around Evan. Shit. 

          “What in the hell happened?” Noah asks, kneeling beside the boy and examining the deep wounds covering his torso. 

          “I’m fine, I can walk, just give me a minute,” Evan responds – almost casually. 

          Noah shakes his head, pulling his walkie from its place on his shoulder and pressing the button. “Hey, Clark, we need an ambulance out front. Stat.” Despite all the bad that Evan had done, Noah is starting to grow quite fond of the kid.