PSL Box

[useofcuriosity]

 

 

Want to play a PSL or a Prompt? Me too! Lets DO IT.  Give a prompt, a word, a picture. Or, start a scene with a fancy au. I'll tag you! It's neat! It's fun! GO JOE.

Examples:

Everyone shift to the left (your character is a werewolf? Now they're a banshee. Or a hunter. Whatever!)
Nogitsune Stuff
Grey's Anatomy Universe
Otherwordly

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[lydiascreams]

[She sees his agitation and reaches to take his hand. Just in case.]

[useofcuriosity]

[Does it help? Slightly. For a little while.]

Can you...Could you stop the car? For a minute?

[lydiascreams]

[She doesn't stop the car. Not yet, anyway.]

Why? What's wrong? We're almost there.

[useofcuriosity]

[He shakes his head, anxious.] I don't know. Please. Stop?

OMG I marked this as read by mistake, I'm so sorry!

[lydiascreams]

[Lydia watches him, he looks like he's about to have a panic attack, so she does pull over to the side of the deserted street they are in.]

What's wrong?

it's ok! <3

[useofcuriosity]

[He feels like he's about to have a panic attack, and more evidence goes towards this because when the car stops, he sort of scrambles with the door handle. It takes a couple of tries to get the door open, but he does eventually. Practically falling out of the car to slide against the side of the car.]

I can't. I can't.

[lydiascreams]

[Lydia is out of the car and rushing around it the second he gets out. She doesn't stop until she's in front of him, hands going to his arms to help steady him.]

You can't what? Stiles talk to me.

[useofcuriosity]

[His hands are waving and frantic. Like the rest of him.]

I can't do that again. This again.

[lydiascreams]

You won't have to.

[She took both his hands in hers, trying to help him calm down.]

We stopped it once, we can do it again.

[useofcuriosity]

What if you can't?

[lydiascreams]

I believe we can. Now I need you to trust me on this too.

[useofcuriosity]

Believing isn't the same as knowing.

[lydiascreams]

You don't know anything for sure either, Stiles. We have to try.

[useofcuriosity]

Okay. Okay. [And yet, he's not getting up.]

[lydiascreams]

Come with me.

[She reaches for his arms to try and help him up. But even with Stiles, she's not strong enough if he doesn't help.]

[useofcuriosity]

[He flinches, but lets her help him up, and back to the car.]

[lydiascreams]

[Lydia helps him into the passenger's set and pauses by the door.]

Okay?

[useofcuriosity]

Do I have a choice?

[lydiascreams]

[No.]

You have the choice to trust me.

[useofcuriosity]

I do trust you.

[lydiascreams]

Then trust me that you'll be okay.

[useofcuriosity]

I'm trying. [Now, he will just try to not panic the closer they get to the McCalls.]

[lydiascreams]

We're almost there, we'll get this over with. [Hopefully.]

[useofcuriosity]

"Okay. Okay."

stiles and malia go lingerie shopping

[tippytoes]

[ As she'd said, she was over that night, crawling in through his window, kicking off her boots and crawling into bed with him, curling up around him from behind. She slept better this way. It was warmer, she was relaxed, it was just... better. Her father and she's relationship was still rocky, even after her stay at Eichen House. The explanation they'd given him was weak, at best, but he'd accepted it, and her, back into his life. Now that thread was tenuous and they barely spoke. It isn't easy going back into a life you left almost a decade ago, and it's even harder to bring someone back that you thought had died, that you'd mourned over and moved on from (for the most part; mr Tate was nothing if not a little obsessive himself).

The point was, Stiles' house almost felt more like a home to her than the actual home she lived in did, and that was why she was over there as many nights a week as she was. He's asleep by the time she manages to get out and get there, and she's soon following him into slumber the minute she's curled up under his blankets with him. Morning comes, and she's still curled up at his side, face pressed into his neck, legs twined with his, although one of her over the knee socks has scrunched it's way down to her ankle, and her shirt is hiked up and wrinkled. She's in the soft grey space between sleeping and awake when the light hits her, and she lays still, testing to see if he's awoken yet, too. ]