Not crazy

⊰ ; ♕ —— “Agreed…”

“Tell me about it …. but , it’s true. Trust me , my — my friend is one. I definitely have my fair share of doppelganger action.”

"Your friend is a doppelganger? How many are there?"

"And I thought finding out about werewolves was freaky..."

volatilehearted

“Lydia.” Stiles says, and his voice is still fond, but a little heavy, the weight of something he feels he knows bearing down on his words. “You don’t have to lie to make me feel better. I know—I know it isn’t really like that any more, I know you know who I am now. But I’ve never been the idiot I look like I am, not really. I know that for the last…God knows how many years…you haven’t been looking at me. I didn’t even have a shot until Jackson left for England. I know that. It’s…it’s okay. I don’t have to be the first round draft pick. You’re here now, that’s—that’s the important thing.” His face is immediately making some kind of contorted expression, and he shakes his head, laughing. “Ugh, no, kale? Really? No. Greek yogurt, sure, but not kale, kale is an unkindness I wouldn’t inflict on my worst enemy. But, you know, you should come by, every second Sunday of the month we have Ice Cream Sundays. Even if sometimes it’s frozen yogurt now, it’s okay, there’s some great frozen yogurts out there. That’s how I got Dad to agree to the meal plan at all.”

#skinnydefenselessheroism #convo

A pang of guilt twisted in her stomach at his words, for she knew they were the truth. Stiles's feelings for her had been there for years, but it was only now that Lydia was truly beginning to see who he was. She wanted to get to know him more, to be close to him. "I'm sorry." Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, "But you're right, though. I am here now, and that's the most important thing."

The girl laughed at his next words, giving a small shake of her head. "It's not that bad...-actually, no, kale is disgusting. It's like eating grass." She scrunched her nose up in disgust. "That sounds amazing, actually. Frozen yogurt and Stilinski men? My ideal weekend."

⊰ ; ♕ —— “I’m 18 , and seeing as i-i’m older you have my face. Not like that actually matters right now…—”

“So , I — ..I guess that crosses the option of us being twins out of the equation. Leaving the ’ doppelganger ’ option wide open.’

"I don't think an age gap is the thing we should be focused on right now."

"Doppelgangers? Seriously? Next you're going to tell me that fairies are real too. Though at this point, that really wouldn't surprise me."

⊰ ; ♕ —— “…..—I have your face. No , no , no…”

“When .. —when were you born?”

"Yes, you have my face. We're freakin' identical."

"...-I'm seventeen. How old are you?"

volatilehearted

“Well, technically I should check both hands—all four hands?—to be especially sure, but it’s okay.” Stiles looks up from their joined hands to Lydia’s face, echoing her reassuring smile with one of his own. “I’m pretty sure I’m awake right now.” He also mirrors the tightening of her grip, giving a little huff of sound that’s almost a laugh when he does. Stiles swallows hard enough that it’s an obvious motion, and looks at nothing special on the floor. “Who would have thought it’d basically take me not being me to get your attention?” His free hand dismisses that morbid line of thought before it can go much further than it’s already gone. Instead, he lets another weak chuckle bubble up out of his chest. “Didn’t hit me at all. He wasn’t really trying to hit me, my Dad’s got good aim. He was just annoyed. He knows I’m doing it ‘cause I care. Plus I pretended not to notice the thing of ice cream he hid behind the ice maker.”

#skinnydefenselessheroism #convo

His little smile caused her own to grow, noting how their hands both tightened their grip on the other. However, as he continued to speak, the grin vanished from her features, replaced by a frown. Did he really believe she didn't notice him? True, Lydia didn't make her affections obvious through words, but did he truly think she didn't care? Of course she did.

"You've always had my attention." She responded, though once he decided to change the subject, the girl was quick to follow suit.

"Your house sounds much more exciting than mine. We don't even have ice cream; my mom only buys kale and this really nasty yogurt."

⊰ ; ♕ —— “Uh ,”

“Yeah .. yeah i’m fine. You?”

"I'm f-"

"-Okay, no, I'm honestly weirded out by this. You have my face."

maugrimm

couragekindnessandmagic

me every time I actually leave the house to do something social.

LITERALLY THOUGH

volatilehearted

Stiles smiles, faintly, and moves his thumb briefly over the backs of Lydia’s fingers, watching the motion, as if he’s fascinated by it, or the idea that it’s possible. It distracts him for a few seconds, before looking up to Lydia’s face when she prompts him. He gives a quiet laugh, stretching his fingers out so that they make a contrast between his long, knobby, knuckily digits and Lydia’s softer, shorter folded ones. “There’s a couple of ways you can tell you’re dreaming, if you think you’re in a lucid dream. You can’t read, for one thing, and…you don’t have the right number of fingers. So, sometimes…” Now Stiles uses his other hand, quietly counting off first the five fingers of his own hand, and the five fingers of Lydia’s. “…I have to make sure.” ”I did,” Stiles’ smile and laughter grow stronger now, more honest. “I want him to watch his cholesterol, you know? He works himself so hard—he should eat right. Pringles isn’t eating right. He threw one of the bags at my head, though, it was great.”

#skinnydefenselessheroism #convo #these two jfc

Lydia's grin grew as she watched him, gazing fondly down at their intertwined hands. His fingers were longer than hers, and the contrast only became more apparent as he outstretched his knuckles, counting each of their fingers in an attempt to express his point.

The amount of times Stiles couldn't tell if he was dreaming or not must've been terrifying, especially after finding out it was the Nogistune messing with his head. "Well," Her grip on his hand tightened. "You and I both have five fingers, so this must be real." Giving a small, reassuring smile, "Which means that I'm really here for you. And I'm not going anywhere."

"He threw the bag at you?" Lydia could only imagine Stiles ducking as his father chucked a bunch of rice cakes at him. The thought made her giggle, a soft, genuine laugh. "I hope it didn't hit you too hard."

"Hey, you okay? You look upset."

#learnnottotrustafox #redbirdbonnie #convo #thank you for the follows lovely c:

nagxeki-archive

↖ Sucks at RPing but does it anyway

cigarettes-and-effy

when i write i either take 5 seconds to come up with 3 pages or i take 6 hours to just get the first sentence feeling right there is no in between

#pretty much

styleslouis

make me choose wherewereyoudamon asked: Damon Salvatore or Daemon Black

alphaofabeta

”Same thing,” Jackson joked with a little smile, leaning against the headboard and propping his feet up on the familiar bed. “Yeah, well… all was going great there until I took a jog about two weeks into my stay,” he explained, tapping his fingers against his thigh. “You’d never see the sun, there, and there wasn’t any lacrosse team for the school I went to, either. It wasn’t really fun for me. I mean, you might like it, but I’m not going back to London any time soon.”