#theblueeyedbeta

[stilesstylelinski]

@theblueeyedbeta

Slowly, one foot in front of the other, Stiles was moving.

He didn’t really remember making the choice to move, after picking up the library phone and calling the police, only to hang up again.

He knew this was bad—that it would look bad from every angle, so he grabbed his phone from Donovan’s body, and made his way out to his Jeep.

A policeman comes, checks the scene, and reports nothing out of the ordinary, all heard through the police scanner in Stiles’ Jeep.

But it was real. It had happened. The blood on Stiles’ hands proved that.

When he’s in the Jeep, thats when the reality of it all begins to sink in. Trembling hands reach for his phone, and his fingers act before his brain can catch up, dialing the only person he can think of.

[satanwearsavneck-blog]

@theblueeyedbeta

Peter really didn’t know how he had gotten here.

The day had started out so swimmingly. He had gotten up before his alarm even went off, feeling refreshed and relieved. He had made coffee and some toast, and sat down to read that day’s news. Then he hit the gym and the office, and came home still in a great mood.

And now here he was, two hours later with flower all across his face and across the whole kitchen.

“What the actual fuck, Derek?!”

[queencfwolves-archive]

@theblueeyedbeta

[text] hey Derek?

[text] I don't want to be a bother but any chance you can pick me up at the bowling alley?

[chimaeken]

"Is that my shirt?"

Send “Is that my shirt?” for your muse finding mine in your muse’s shirt

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   – Theo tensed as he heard the werewolf behind him. He hadn’t really noticed the scent from him, and well.. since he had worn Derek’s shirt he guessed he must’ve gotten so used to it.

   He turned around, guilty as charged. Damn it… he had hoped he wouldn’t run into Derek when wearing it. The chimera had secretly grabbed it before leaving Derek’s home the last time he was there.

   “It is?  I have a similar, I must’ve taken the wrong one when I left your place.”

[headbetaincharge-a]

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Erica snatched her hand away from the radio dial, sticking her tongue out to Derek at his words. “Okay, get your panties out of a bunch, Dean Winchester,” she said, sitting back in her seat. “I told you I could drive to Berkeley with Stiles but you didn’t trust his Jeep! And if we have to listen to your shitty music for the next 4 hours I’ll throw myself out of this car.”

[badassbetaerica]

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Erica was having trouble with control. She’d worked so hard to control her epilepsy, finally getting a handle on it after an incident at school, but now she had to try and control a whole new set of issues. She felt so angry all the time and she wanted to go back to school now that she was a hot badass, but that was never going to happen unless she got control. As usual, she’d become frustrated which meant her claws wouldn’t retract no matter how much she tried to concentrate. She was so distracted as she angrily muttered at her own hands that she didn’t hear her alpha approaching.

[volitardor]

╳ 𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐊 ( @theblueeyedbeta | continued from [ x ] )

  “You say this like it’s somehow my problem, Stiles…” Derek snarked quietly, rolling his eyes even though the younger male couldn’t actually see him. Biting back a sigh, he stepped closer, reaching down and taking a hold of his hand. “Follow me.”

              ❝ Oh ha ha !                 Yes , let’s pick on the human & my pitiful human senses. ❞

          SARCASM LATHERED HEAVILY ALONG his tone , curling around & sharpening each word that slipped past his lips. covering & concealing the minute incline of fear that leeched its way through his mind. not that he was afraid of the dark , opposite actually , but to have all visual sensory input cut off so suddenly would panic any human for a moment. or so he told himself , as derek seemed perfectly content in the blackness that painted the entire room.

              ❝ But seriously I can't see sh— ! ❞

          NEAR LEAPING OUT OF his own skin at feeling a hand slide into his , a small yip of startlement & encroaching fear emitted unwittingly from his own throat. heart rate increased , not racing but definitely hammering in that moment , at the fright , only to slowly ease at hearing it was just derek beside him. he didn’t even hear the guy walk over to him , freaking werewolf creeping - ness.

          PANIC EASING AT THE realisation , stiles relaxed marginally. allowing derek to guide ( pressing his lips together he valiantly fought off any jokes that came to mind about derek being a good seeing - eye dog ) him , placing a new level trust in the older man’s hands. literally as the lights continued to stay out & the room continued to exhibit an inky blackness that left visibility still at zero.

                        ◜  ✗  ◞

              ❝ My toes' lives are in your hands.                 I would say life , but I’d like the think the worst you’d do is run me into a door or have me stub my toes.                 Not that it’d be on purpose , well maybe , I don’t know , but y’know.                 I’d appreciate not having my face slammed into a wall or any damage done to my toes. ❞

          SPEAKING ONLY TO FILL the silence & distract his jittery nerves , not truly paying attention exactly what was flowing past his tongue. simply using his ability to mindless chatter , it wasn’t rambling that was different , to diffuse the lingering anxiety he could feel thrumming through his chest. completely diverting his focus from the situation had always worked better than telling himself it was almost over , thus he continued the age old method.

[heartsofvalor]

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   “You say that like you expect me to do something about that? Have you even asked anyone to kiss you? Or asked them out on a date or anything?”

           “Have you seen me?” Like that’s meant to explain anything. “How many do you think would say yes to this?” He makes a wild gesture to himself, all lanky and flailing limbs.