#theblindstilinski

[bretttal]

the-blind-stilinski:

       “Front door is unlocked!” he yells just before the other hung up the phone. Stiles leaves his own phone on the couch and then heads back to the kitchen where the kittens are mewling and making pitiful attempts to climb out of the box.

Brett doesn’t hesitate to swing the door open and, sweet mother of god, he immediately hears the kittens when he is inside the house. “Hey little buddies,” he says with a joyous voice, a little bit squeaky, standing right next to Stiles and touching his arm as a greeting, “Oh my god. They are so tiny, these three babies.” He almost sounds like he is going to faint.

[littlebrokensurvivor]

"I can't sleep."

She’s surprised they’re still on speaking terms, especially considering the way in which she found out that the wolf was actually a teenager. Cora bit her lip as she took a seat in same place she always had on his bed. “You want to talk about it… or…?” she asked, hesitantly resting her hand over his trying to offer the comfort she would if she were still a wolf that could curl up beside him.

[bretttal]

the-blind-stilinski x bretttal: things you said when you were crying | things you said with no space between us

things you said when you were crying

v: see the colours (with the-blind-stilinski)

      “What if I forget how you look?”

You sounded so broken, the look on your face tearing the world apart, leaving me in pain and angst. I don’t know what else there was to say other than lies. If I told you you wouldn’t, wouldn’t it be a burden on you, so on the day when oblivion strikes, you’ll be devastated and ashamed of not living up to my expectations? I couldn’t do that to you. But I had to make you feel better.

      “You’ll remember it in another way.”

I took your face in my hands and closed my eyes, mapping your nose and your lips with my fingertips. I almost stopped when I felt your tears on my hand, but I didn’t, I kept touching your face, trying to remember every single turn my fingertips took, imprinting the boy I love in my head.

Even when one day you won’t be able to see me, you’ll still have me.

things you said with no space between us

v: the misfits (with the-blind-stilinski)

No clothes, just flesh on flesh, lips on lips and hands intertwined. I closedmy eyes, trying my best not to peek. It wasn’t like you would know if I did,but I wanted to keep my promise, so even if I kissed your nose instead ofyour lips a few times, or that I bumped into your knees (both, one after theother), I still kept them shut.

       ”You don’t have to do that, Brett.”

You mumbled with a small moan, and your soft words melted in my ears,so sweet and compelling, I almost did give up. I wanted to see you, I wantedto see how you looked with your skin flushed and brows furrowed, I wantedto see how you looked when you called my name. Then I realised how youmust have felt, not having to option to open your eyes to see my face, nomatter how bad you wanted to. That thought made my eyes water, and I didnot want tears to ruin the moment.

       ”I want to.”

That one time, I didn’t look. How I wish I could give you the ability to seeagain, and then perhaps you can see me, and you’d be happy.

[bretttal]

♖ for See the Colours *u*

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

"I told you not to play around with the paint!" Brett laughed as his boyfriend’s scolding, earning himself a flick at the ear. He made a pained noise while sitting on a stool, his head lowered and his neck stretched forward.

"You had fun too." He tried to defend, but Stiles merely huffed. "Close your eyes tightly, okay?" Brett did that, feeling water being poured over his head, his hair soaking up the weight and moisture.

"I didn’t think the paint would get into my hair," he whined like a child as Stiles mumbled something about paint hurting the hair and sorts, rubbing shampoo into Brett’s hair, filling the bathroom with floral scents.

[bretttal]

♔ for the misfits verse :3

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

Brett wasn’t even sure when he had left a shirt at Stiles’s place. He figured it must by that one night when he stayed over for the project, crafting the tactile constellations on hard cardboard.

"You look pretty awesome," he told Stiles when the boy walked up to him, squeezing his hand. He smiled at the Sheriff who gave him a thumbs-up by the door, and he returned a wave. "You sure look good in this shirt. You wear it better than me. I should just give it to you.” He joked, holding Stiles’s flushed face and kissing him.

[blindednephilim-a]

Continued from here

the-blind-stilinski:

”I could’ve sworn sworn the storeroom only has one door. You think the janitor locked it? Or some other students?”

"I guess but—" His hands pressed against the door, shaking it with the force of his shove. "D-didn’t they know we were in here?"

[jarofmuses]

Scott entered the campus and went immediately for his locker. It was already late for his class. He pulled out everything he needed and shoved his backpack inside the locker and closed it. It seemed however, that maybe his clock had a few minutes forward and he was actually early. That's when he remembers he did that in order to be early for school. He sighed in relief and went to look for his best friend, who was also in his locker. "Stiles!" he said, landing a friendly hand on his shoulder.

[blindednephilim-a]

++ shuddupstilinski stilesthesarcasticstilinski the-blind-stilinski taliasdaughter & codexargentum

     "So am I the only one curious around here        as to why this town has gone through four        major m a s s a c r e s and no one seems        to be concerned?"