If looks could kill

My name is Lennon, I'm 18, and I could kill you with my pinky finger. Current M!A: {Mutliverse RP blog with no set verse - will RP with anyone. FC is Lucy Hale. Mun and Muse are over 18}

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Lennon smiled lazily and caught Stiles’ hand, tugging it lightly for him to join her on the couch. “Stiles Stikinski - No tha’s not righ’… St… Stili… Stilinski! Stiles Stilisnki, you’re very handsome.”

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Stiles took a sharp breath as he sat down next to her. “Hey, look, I’ll go get some blankets for you so you can sleep here, alright?” He didn’t want her to do anything she’d regret. Namely, him. And he definitely shouldn’t have thought of that. He quickly stood. “I’ll be right back, okay.”

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Lennon pouted after Stiles, flopping onto her side again and burying her face in the cushion. The alcohol was beginning to take its toll now - her limbs were growing heavy and she was growing sleepy, and she probably wouldn't remember any of this tomorrow. So she curled in on herself on the couch, hiccuping and waiting for Stiles to return.

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'I ship Stiles with Derek, obviously. Is that his name? The big werewolf dominant I’ll-pee-on-you-if-you-touch-Stiles guy?'

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A man’s chest is a girl’s comfort zone. It is a warm feeling when a girl is leaning her head through a guy’s chest. It is not just about lust or anything. But, it is way to comfort herself. There’s a sense of security when you just feel the lovely curves in his chest. It’s like listening to his heartbeat and feeling her breath beneath your hair. You’ll talk about happy things and you can fall asleep. It’s one of the best yet simple moments that you can cherish with the person that you love so much.

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Lennon hummed lazily, taking a sip of the water. Shifting to lay on the couch again, she lifted a hand to ghost her fingers across his cheek - but ended up poking his nose instead. “Has anyone ever told you that you are very handsome?”

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Stiles reached up to swat her hand away, laughing. “No. But I should definitely be told more often, y’know.” He sighed a little. A girl this hot was probably only saying it because she was drunk, not that he could help laughing at her. 

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Lennon smiled lazily and caught Stiles' hand, tugging it lightly for him to join her on the couch. "Stiles Stikinski - No tha's not righ'... St... Stili... Stilinski! Stiles Stilisnki, you're very handsome."

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Fuck my head hurts.

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Dark brows furrowed for a moment as she inspected him. “You’re not gonna drug me, are you?” She asked, then reached for the Tylenol anyways. “Fuck it, head hurts too much to care.”

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It hurt to raise his brows, but he managed, with a wry smile decorating his face. “Yeah, the kid with the black eye is gonna drug you. Shit,” he snorted, tossing it to her, ever fearful of physical contact. “Hangover?”

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"Can' be too careful." Lennon murmured, popping two of the pills and tossing the bottle back. Although, she'd taken down bigger men than him while drugged. "Yeah, I shouldn't be allowed near alcohol. Ever. What abou' you?"

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Fuck my head hurts.

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“I know how ya feel,” he mumbled, the bruise around his right eye crinkling painfully as he looked at her, offering her a bottle of Tylenol, “Want some, stranger?”

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Dark brows furrowed for a moment as she inspected him. "You're not gonna drug me, are you?" She asked, then reached for the Tylenol anyways. "Fuck it, head hurts too much to care."

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Fuck my head hurts.

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Loneliness is a funny thing. You have others that appear more than happy to include you in their lives, and yet it’s difficult to trust the hand that they offer. Trust is difficult to earn, because you know how it feels to have it ripped away from you, to nurse the wound left behind and try to recover from the pain. So how do you let go of the uncertainty and take the hand offered to you? You don’t know. So until you do, you settle into the fragile husk that you are, protecting the brittle structure of your heart, and you hope that someone won’t break it again.

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Lennon hummed, rolling onto her side and trying to keep from tumbling to the floor. Since when were couches so skinny? “Thaaaaa’ would be bad.” She slurred, sitting up slowly as Stiles reappeared. “I like you, I wanna keep seein’ you.” She smiled sleepily and nodded slowly, stopping as her head began to swim. “Sleeping is nice.”

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Stiles ducked his head as he felt his cheeks heat up. “Me too.” He supposed alcohol made Lennon more honest. “Come on, have some water. Try to sober up a bit before my dad gets home, okay?” He said, nudging the glass towards her. 

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Lennon hummed lazily, taking a sip of the water. Shifting to lay on the couch again, she lifted a hand to ghost her fingers across his cheek - but ended up poking his nose instead. "Has anyone ever told you that you are very handsome?"

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Lennon hiccuped again, watching Stiles. “Tha’s righ’ - ‘m a minor here, ain’t I? Eighteen’s a minor, innit?” Settling on the couch, she flopped onto her side and allowed her legs to dangle over the edge. “Thaaaaaanks!”

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“Yeah, you’re a minor, and I’m even more of a minor. My dad would never let me see you again. And that would suck.” Stiles admitted, grabbing a glass and filling with water. “Here.” He said, kneeling beside her on the floor. “Sleepover tonight, yeah?” 

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Lennon hummed, rolling onto her side and trying to keep from tumbling to the floor. Since when were couches so skinny? "Thaaaaa' would be bad." She slurred, sitting up slowly as Stiles reappeared. "I like you, I wanna keep seein' you." She smiled sleepily and nodded slowly, stopping as her head began to swim. "Sleeping is nice."

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