#voiceswontstop

[deucalionsdarcyarchived]

voiceswontstop.

     ‘you just don’t like me because my jeep’s better than yours.’

[sevenlimbs-a-blog]

voiceswontstop liked for a starter.

       “ If you ask ME, it’s never too early to         plan for Halloween. The Nightmare         Before Christmas had that shit right.         You need to start planning AT LEAST         a year in advance. ”

[deflous]

Quiet me.

Leave a “Quite Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down. [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]meme: xstatus: accepting![ — voiceswontstop​ ]

“I’m so fucking tried of you acting like a douche all the time. I try to deal with it but, fuck it, I’m not gonna let you treat me like trash. This is not how you treat friends, Stiles. I don’t fucking care what you’ve been through or whatever the fuck you’ve done in your life, I’m out of it.” There – she said it. Finally, she spit out the truth in his face because he had gone too far with his little games. How much could one handle? Sure, if you didn’t have enough going on in your life, maybe you would handle it – maybe you would understand that he wasn’t doing it on purpose but, a woman like Iris herself, wasn’t able to take much more than this. Iris held onto this friendship as if it was the last thing she had, but not anymore. Not until he realizes how he has treated her. Through all this, though, she never once put herself in his shoes and looked at things through his eyes. One could have reasons for such actions, and maybe her words were a little too harsh. Maybe she hurt him more than she was hurt inside. Maybe she was just exaggerating a lot? Whatever this situation had brought, she knew that she would be the one feeling guilty afterwards. Because it was always like that – she always ended up blaming herself for everything. 

The door slammed shut as she swiftly made her way out from his place, and out into the pouring rain. What a day. Truly, even the skies were crying for her, and that just made her heart sink even more. And with the attitude he had shown towards her, she didn’t expect him to follow her. He would probably send a text and apologize through that – which she would surely accept and forget about later. But no. “Iris!” Her eyes widened in surprise as she heard her name being called out. Was it really him? Fuck, I must’ve hurt him badly? And she stopped in her tracks before she turned around slowly and looked at the other who stood a few feet away from her. “What?” Iris retorted dryly shortly after. 

“Iris look…I’m– I’m sorry. Okay? But I don’t think you really understand me. Shit, no one does. No one fucking understands me. Not even you Iris. I thought you, out of all people, would stick around.” And so he continues until the rain can’t cover up the tears that are running down his cheeks. Those red eyes that are trying to speak the truth, just like the words that were falling past his lips. It only hit her how stupid she actually was for saying things like that and leaving him like that when he fell to his knees, in the puddle on the concrete ground. It was also only then she ran towards him and got down on her own knees before she wrapped her arms around him, only to embrace him with a tight reassuring and apologetic hug. Never had she seen him like this; crying and quite miserable. Oh God, she felt so bad about it. So bad. “Shh, please don’t cry. I’m so sorry for saying all those things. I wasn’t thinking about what I was saying. Shit, please forgive me. I didn’t actually mean any of it. I’m sticking around… I always will, Stiles. I’m really, really sorry.” 

[clawedcrcwn-blog]

& STILES

                                  she doesn’t know why she’s here, it’s late && he’s probably tucked in bed. but she craves the company, wants the person who understands by her side. her parents try, but they don’t get it, her father even called her CRAZY. at least stiles believes her. a frail digit presses the doorbell, other hand fiddling with the hem of her jacket sleeve. her stomach twists && the lump in her throat grows. she hopes he’s awake.

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░  ☾   continued ...

                    what’s the point?  there are plenty of points. her heart aches, eyes flood with tears, & all she can come up with at the moment is this ; this one thing she’s never said, this one thing she needs to say more often.  ❝ i love you, ❞

[innocentflowcr-blog]

❛ voiceswontstop

          hands that were once steady are now trembling slightly, a sudden panic rising in her gut. she’s afraid to reach out, doesn’t want to startle him, poke the demon inside. a demon that, she can see, is incessantly trying to get rid of stiles. still, by instinct, her fingers brush against his skin for a mere second before she pulls away.

                                       “stiles, look at me. FIGHT IT — you can do it.”

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░  ☾   voiceswontstop .

                     ❛ stiles, ❜  her voice is soft, eyes watered, hand moving up to rest her palm                      against the back of his arm, & she’s hiding behind him. he went back home --                      nick went home. they’ve breached the closed in neighborhood, dusk coming,                      & all she sees as she’s hidden behind a wall are neighbors that were once                     living, wandering around the streets.

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voiceswontstop.

                                              ❛ they think they know where he is. ❜

                     it’s spoken softly as she walks into his tent, moving down to sit on her legs next to                      his sleeping bag. her head drops, tongue running between her lips, & she swallows                      it down ; she might as well say it -- she’s been thinking all night.  ❛ you’re just as                      stubborn as i am, i now i can’t make you stay. ❜  she can’t say she wouldn’t do the                      same, either.