”Do you always have to look at the negative side of things Stiles? Think of the plus side. You could come into the dressing rooms with me, tell me how good I look in a new set of lingerie before I let you U N D R E S S me.
—But…I guess if that doesn’t interest you, we could always go somewhere to buy me shoes…”
[ benevolent smile graces her lips, she lets him think the topic has been diverted then she’ll surprise him with it later, or maybe she’ll tell lydia and let her bring it up… ]
"No—- I just prefer to be a realist. And apparently, most things in life are pretty negative. —— but– you do have a point there.
You need to just stop. I’m interested. Very interested. Stop playing mind games with me!“
( he didn’t want to think about how well her mind games actually worked with him – he was probably screwed regardless. )
❝Since you guys spend half your day in class, I’m proposing that at nights we do whatever I want to do.❞
[ She’s laying on the couch, a dramatic hand across her forehead as she peeks out from beneath it at the approaching form of Lydia and Stiles, a slow pout forming on her lips. ]
❝It’s only fair. —Or else I’ll end up taking up a new hobby, and we all know how cooking turned out.❞
[Lydia walked into the apartment with her bag slung over her shoulder and a coffee in one hand with Stiles not far behind. Dropping the bag onto the chair beside the sofa her arms folded across her chest as she arched a brow at Katherine. What exactly did she do all day while they were at class?]
“I’m going to guess that you already have something in mind and neither of us probably have a choice in the matter, right?”
[Oh no, not the kitchen fiasco again.]
“No way, I’m not buying new pots and pans again. You almost burned the kitchen down the last time!”
( The sight Stiles was met with when he followed into the apartment behind Lydia wasn’t a surprise at all, really. Katherine was a drama queen – and the words leaving her right now cause his brow to raise a little, an amused sound escaping as he shook his head and dropped his stuff to the floor. Classes were now officially off the brain; he’d get back to them later. )
“Please, for the sake of our health, don’t pick up cooking again.”
"I still can’t get rid of the taste of the last thing you made us. ——– Whatever it was.“
Send an "Ѡ" for my muse's reaction to being sent accidental nudes.
torture was what it was — pure torture; all in the shape of a small square on his cellphone. the picture hadn’t been expected
( when did she ever do something expected, though? she excelled in the worst of surprises )
and Stiles had literally stopped in his tracks when it pulled up, eyes widening in a comical manner, and breath leaving him as he just ——— stared. because Katherine was cruel. the actual definition of it, and this was a tease - wrapped up in some facade-of-innocence because he knew how she played her games, and how he was always apparently a fun one to play those said games with; and she knew who she was sending that specific picture to.
( especially because that was literally the outfit he had pointed out awhile back and mentioned that it would look amazing on her ——— fuck, and it did, too )
”I’ve got nothing but time. Unless you were to distract me with something else. Like…shopping…”
( he had to play his cards right here – Stiles really didn’t want to tell this story; but he also didn’t want to go shopping. he’d have to sacrifice something, though, since Katherine was relentless. )
"What stores are we talking about here? I want specifics – Cause there are some I forbid myself from walking into. I couldn’t get the stench of whatever it was they had in there off me for weeks.“
[ a pronounced step is taken and bemused expression takes shape on her features. ]
”—Is this your way of seducing me, Stilinski? Because if so, your game needs major work. But relax, I’m not going to touch them. Do I look like I do laundry?”
"Uh—- No. No, there’s no seducing happening here. Zero. Nada. Just– me and my–“
”Well you are a teenage boy. God knows what kinks you’ve been hiding. —Is this the part where you make your grand reveal?”
“I promise you – if there was going to be any sort of ‘grand reveal’ –”
"I would prefer you touching the boxers. Preferably while on me. But they aren’t– and I’ve made it pretty clear that you shouldn’t touch them. So just– don’t touch them!“
