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“--Don’t even bring up what I SMELL like, alright? I already KNOW what you’re going to say to me. Quite frankly-- I don’t want to HEAR it. I’d rather ignore it... Can’t we talk about something else?”
I need to get active on this account again, though first-- I think I’m going to redo Stiles’ theme and all that jazz. But how is everyone?
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WHEN UR OTP SHIPS UR OTHER OTP
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Headbumps.
“You’re not allowed to be adorable. Stoppit.”
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A glaze of delight filled mocha hues as he turned to her, and she couldn’t help the amiable smile sculpting her milky features. Wow, you’re cute, she thought, so genuinely happy someone was talking to her.
“I don’t. I was drawing… I guess I should have been applying myself to the lesson, but I got caught daydreaming. Wanna see?” She giggled softly, flipping through the notebook she carried to the page sprinkled with kawaii-esque stars and a rainbow along with a variety of things including a kitty with a speech bubble saying “MEOW!”. This was typical of Stephanie; she always had a tendency to space out in class, preoccupied with the fanciful island universe in her mind, especially if she found the subject difficult or beyond her area of expertise. She never got called out for it until today, so this was new but she didn’t mind as she knew she didn’t really do anything bad. Ascending her attention to the boy, she continued smiling sweetly as she looked into his eyes with curiosity. “What’s your name?”
“This is what got you in trouble? Drawing? Look out everyone, we’ve got ourselves the biggest bad ass in all of Beacon Hills.” Shaking his head as he cracked a smile, Stiles returned her note book actually liking the style she drew in as he too, had been into all that anime culture. Though that side of him lay dormant now as his days didn’t allow for such nerdy fandom life in his sched.
Clearing his throat as he sat up more in his desk, the amber eyed teen gave the girl a look over, sizing her up silently.
“So what other bad ass things do you do? Huh?”
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so tell me, how does heaven taste?
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——○MM»
A heavy sense of regret overflowed her for that giant silence that so easily made her heart beat faster and faster, as if, with each second, some new point toward the bad she had not realise she had hoped against added onto the pile, making her want to do nothing other than run from the place, get in her car and drive away somewhere no one would find her fr a while, because embarrassment and deception were not feelings she could very well deal with in public, regardless of how much she liked to pretend they were. Her eyes studied him, though part of her wanted to look anywhere but his direction, they studied his frame, his pale skin, his amber orbs, his wet locks. All so familiar and loved in Mallory’s eyes. As much as the silence killed her, seeing the boy think and process things was one of her favourite things… as weird as that well sounded.
But then her heart tumbled over a broke; not for words meant toward her, but for the very evident opinion of himself that Stiles seemed unable to hide within the means of an explanation. She hadn’t looked too deeply into the inquiry, she had understood it perfectly, and at that moment, Mallory Martin appreciated Stiles more than she ever had, because she understood him, she could relate to what he said. And, god, she only wanted him to see all of those things, she wanted him to believe them. But she knew, oh she knew, that no matter what, unless he chose to see them, he never would. She nearly decided to forgo her confession and reassure the boy that he was one of the most wonderful people alive, and she was going to, really, she even took another step forward with the hopes of hugging him and reassuring him of exactly that, but, before she could… a question nearly made her stand shocked and frozen in place.
Truly, perhaps with all the previous words she had started expecting a means to be let off easy, after all, the two were friends, and if anyone knew how to not make Mal angry it was Stiles Stilinski, but instead of such, the boy had actually inquired if she wanted more. Well… did she? Of course she had never thought as far as that. It had all always become nothing but a fantacy that she believed she did not deserve to live, merely a dream that she would sometimes vicariously live through Lydia whenever Stiles flirted with her, nothing more. But now? Well, the confession was out, and the question was there, and she wanted more than anything to say yes because it was the only thing she truly ever wanted (yes, she was aware of just how weird that was), but it appeared as if the same things he thought suddenly became a ponder upon herself.
Why would Stiles want to be with her? She was nothing. She was boring and weird compared to her sister; why would Stiles, who had so intently be hung up on her twin sister suddenly become interested in Mallory for anything other than to pretend she was actually Lydia with different clothing, regardless of if the twins were actually nothing alike? Did she want more? Yes, so much yes. Did she think she deserved more? No, of course not. “Stiles...” She finally started, nearly listening to the echo of her heart upon the inside of her ears; her eyes lifted, and no more than the honest truth was forced to leave from her lips. “Of course I want more,” she admitted, eyes fluttering with anxiety and a gulp attempting to pus back the knot that such admittance brought forth. “but I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want more; that specifically is not the reason I said this.
It was killing me, keeping it quiet, it honestly was.” And that was the truest statement she allowed. For she had rested on her bed nights on end wishing she could text him a heart or something, anything, that would make him know, she could feel her blood boiling whenever Lydia spoke about Mallory’s crush, or whenever she said anything about Stiles flirting with her again. It was bad, it was pathetic in her opinion, and she didn’t like feeling as such, thus… “Nothing has to change if you don’t want it to, as I said, I truly wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t. We’re friends, we can move on, we can just– I just really needed to let it out, and– I don’t want you to feel like you have to give more simply because I admitted to this; though, if you do want, then– I just don’t want you to feel like you have to–” And now she was obviously babbling, because as much as she wanted him to not feel obliged to do anything, to maybe just pretend she hadn’t said anything if she wanted it to, the mere possibility of him wanting more… well, she hadn’t expected it. And she didn’t know what to do with such a feeling.
~•♥•~
Okay, so Mallory did in fact want more from him. It was this time that he had to face the thoughts that he often had before bed even since the time at the mall with her. Picking out their tux and dress color. Going to prom with her instead of Lydia, how he had a blast when he thought his night would be completely ruined. It wasn’t and he owed that all to Mallory for doing that just for his benefit and feelings. Clearing his throat as he needed to sit down a moment, Stiles was a bit twitchy, nervous in his movements. “I suppose since this is the moment of confessions, I should tell you something too. Something that has been dancing on the edges of my mind and I feel that maybe now is a good time to say something about it.”
Licking over his lips as he turned to face Mallory, the strawberry blonde that was quickly and scarily moving into that spot in his heart that Lydia used to occupy (which don’t get me wrong, he’ll always love Lydia-- it’ll just be a different love.) “Ever since the mall, and you being there for me through that...horribly embarrassing time-- something changed in me about you. I see you differently now and I thin-- I think that I have feelings for you too. No I know-- Strong ones that hit me like a brick wall leaving me clueless once I’ve collided into it.” Rubbing his palms along his pants where he couldn’t keep them still long enough, Stiles had been standing up again. Pacing as much as a towel would let him.
“Please don’t think for a second that just because you were there for me that it’s why I like you in the ways I believe I do. That it’s what swayed my mind because honestly I think this was a long time coming and I just never really...saw it because although yes I analyze everything, I often over analyze the obvious in most situations until the last possible second. Lke now--” Sitting back down again where his hand reached out to cup Mallory’s cheek, Stiles squinted in deep thought. “We could try? I mean..w-wouldn’t hurt...right? And I know you said all those amazing wonderful things about me, which honestly confuses me how you see it-- but despite it all, this...this’ll be good.”
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send one for my muse's reaction;
- “What are you doing here?”
- “Of course I moved on!”
- “I can’t wait for you.”
- “Why didn’t you wait for me?”
- “Aren’t sunrises a little cliche?”
- “As long as it doesn’t require me pants, I’m in.”
- “It’s your time to shine.”
- “And we’re sure that’s not illegal?”
- “And if I say yes?”
- “Dude, what the hell?”
- “Wait, since when are you gay?”
- “What the hell did I miss?”
- “I was gone for for five minutes!”
- “She/he’s been my bed for the last twenty four hours, and I can’t remember their name. Think it would be rude to ask for it again?”
- “I don’t see anything wrong with a shotgun Vegas wedding.”
- “If you don’t shut up, I will personally stab you in the eye with a spork.”
- “Is that really your version of an apology?”
- “I hope you step on a lego every day for the rest of your life.”
- “Now that’s just stupid.”
- “I’m prepared, I think.”
- “We finally got it right.”
- “I choose you. No one else. You.”
- “I gave up a long time ago.”
- “In what world was that okay?”
- “This is not a bad vampire romance novel, please shut up with the dramatics.”
- “Kinda wanna have sex, but also kinda wanna eat pizza.”
- “We could always just run away.”
- “I’m dying. How’s that for a dinner conversation starter?”
- “Please stop asking me out.”
- “Love is a fairytale told to children.”
- “That wasn’t me.”
- “I didn’t do it!”
- “That may have been my fault.”
- “Is this your first date?”
- “You’re the biggest wimp.”
- “You’re pretty shy.”
- “Are you trying to hold my hand?”
- “Let me sleep.”
- “There’s no way that I’ll say no.”
- “I don’t want to get up.”
- “Why don’t you love me?”
- “I don’t want to live in a world without you.”
- “There’s a fire inside of you.”
- “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”
- “Oh good. Just what I needed to hear.”
- “Tonight as perfect.”
- “It’s just for the night!”
- “I didn’t steal it. I borrowed it. Possibly for a long time.”
- “It hurts.”
- “We could go backpacking?”
- “What do you mean you want to go home?”
- “You don’t know me!”
- “I skipped class today.”
- “I bought you a ring even.”
- “You bought me flowers?”
- “What are you doing home so late?”
- “Sorry I’m not what you expected.”
- “I burned my tongue.”
- “What a fake smile.”
- “Did you just laugh at me?”
- “I can do it!”
Drafts time! Going to do the longer ones first as they’ve been waiting the longest. So while I’m here expect to see drafts being spit out as I’ve completed them. If you would like to plot with Stiles, the ask box is always open and we look forward to have potential new people to play with <3
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SEND ME A SENTENCE FOR MY MUSE'S REACTION.
- “I saw your browser history.”
- “Do you even know what you’re doing?”
- “We’ve already tried this.”
- “You don’t even know what you’re doing.”
- “Beyonce isn’t that great.”
- “How many times do I have to tell you?”
- “You have five seconds…”
- “I don’t even know who you are.”
- “Didn’t your parents ever tell you that?”
- “Is this where you live?”
- “… Why are your hands down your pants?”
- “Is that a lobster?”
- “You’re late on child support.”
- “You never go ass to mouth.”
- “One ring to rule them all…”
- “He doesn’t even go here!”
- “Did you just take that?”
- “Is that a unicorn?”
- “You’re a muggle.”
- “It’s your turn to do the dishes.”
- “Were you going through my computer?!”
- “Are you pregnant?”
- “You need to be honest with yourself, no one likes Nickelback.”
- “Shut up.”
- “I know you’re having an affair.”
- “They’re dead.”
- “Voldemort isn’t dead.”
- “Let me see your phone.”
- “I can’t believe it’s over.”
- “How high are you right now?”
- “I was with someone.”
- “It’s not necessary to replace you, you’re not missed.”
- “Why do you think we never worked out?”
- “What went wrong?”
- “You’re the most ridiculous person I know.”
- “Are you okay?”
- “I’m having an affair.”
- “Too little too late.”
- “Snoop Dog just came into the diner.”
- “You said we could get a puppy.”
- “I need to move out.”
- “You ordered a moon bounce?”
- “Don’t you want me?”
- “Meeting your mother changed my life.”
- “Janitor’s closet NOW.”
- “Is that for sale?”
- “Do you want to get a drink sometime?”
- “Your resilience is comparable to that of a cockroach.”
- “He has a knife!”
- “I was on an episode of Cops once.”
- “Are you a hoarder?”
- “We’re alone out here, you know?”
- “I killed her.”
- “I need to go.”
- “Why did you invite me to your wedding?”
- “You always do this!”
- “You’re the master of excuses.”
- “Did you hire a stripper?”
- “I just got out of jail.”
- “It was you all along?”
- “I know you don’t want to be with me anymore.”
- “Were you ever happy?”
- “You’ve been in that same exact spot since 9 this morning.”
- “There’s plenty of fish in the sea.”
- “This is it.”
- “I can’t believe it’s you.”
- “We’re getting evicted.”
- “I know who you are.”
- “I wrote you a letter… Every single day.”
- “They’re going to kill me.”
- “You had sex with a serial killer.”
- “Are you drunk?”
- “I didn’t love you anyways.”
- “That was the worst day ever.”
- “That was the best day ever.”
- “Is this your first date?”
- “I’ve never been kissed before.”
- “You’re famous!”
- “I can’t see you anymore.”
- “What’re you here for?”
- “It’s always been you.”
- “If this were a movie…”
- “Are you high?”
- “Stick a sock in it.”
- “You’re better off without me.’
- “I’m better off without you.”
- “You’re like a freaking Taylor Swift song.”
- “What do you want?”
- “Fuck it.”
- “That’s the worst advice I’ve ever heard.”
- “Who ARE you anymore?”
- “Can I get a refill?”
- “Well you don’t see that everyday.”
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“i had to be ur fake boyfriend/girlfriend bc some creep was hitting on you and it was making you uncomfortable and now i have busted knuckles and a cut lip but hey are u okay” au
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going through a really bad break up and answering the door for your pizza in a baggy t-shirt and your underwear because you have nothing left to lose and the pizza boy/girl is genuinely very concerned about you being okay so s/he assures you s/he’s not a serial killer and invites you to get dressed and ride shotgun in his/her shitty silver car while s/he delivers pizza for the rest of the night and s/he listens to you talk and tells you how much off an idiot your asshole ex was
Hoarding the longer replies for thursday, or possible even tomorrow afternoon <3
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“No, not really.”
In fact, Spanish was the language she was least fluent in – still, it had its uses, although she could see he wasn’t going to give up..
“Do you try that on everyone, honey, or just the most disinterested looking ones?”
“I would like for you to believe in my choice making of who I pick on to be very close to natural selection. It just happens.”
Shrugging his shoulders as he was a bit miffed none of his sarcastic advances had made it through to this woman, who...seemed to be immune. It was annoying in a way which left Stiles feeling stunted. He really never had anyone retort to his sarcasm with such seriousness before.
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