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Hi, friends!! I miss y’all!! Work has been understaffed so I’ve been going in on days off to help out and I’ve been tired af. We finally hired some new peeps so I’m planning on being around again when I’m back down to a normal 40 hour work week!!
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@tawruhs said: claudia kisses noah’s cheek.
inbox all the things!!
the exhaustion must be palpable; noah’s attempt to hide his dismay is, evidently, in vain given the immediate concern that clouds claudia’s expression the moment her gaze meets his own. still, a semblance of a smile tugs at his lips as noah watches claudia weave her way through the desks and toward his own. papers are shoved hastily into a pile as noah attempts to tidy up - just a bit. he is, after all, on track to become sheriff as soon as his boss retires. it’s a responsibility the deputy is looking forward to, despite the demands of the position.
“hey, you,” noah says the moment claudia is within earshot. they had planned to have dinner at six, sharp. a glance at the old clock informs noah that he’d missed it. is it really almost seven? it seems like only minutes ago that his fellow deputies had been clocking out and heading home for the day. “sorry I missed dinner,” he adds hastily.
claudia simply offers a shrug and holds up the bag of takeout in her hand. she had been expecting it, noah thinks. damn, how had he gotten so lucky?
“you’re a goddamn angel,” noah declares, rolling his chair back and opening his arms for claudia. she doesn’t hesitate to make herself comfortable in his lap, placing the plastic bag on the freshly cleared space on the desk and pressing her lips against his cheek.
“and you need to shave,” claudia responds with a giggle.
noah scoffs, wrapping one arm around claudia’s waist and reaching up to feel the prickly stubble on his cheek with his free hand. maybe she’s right. but the smell of food is reminding noah of just how long it’s been since his coffee and toast this morning, and his stomach rumbles audibly. “i think i need to eat,” noah informs her, reaching for the food.
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why is it that moments of quiet joy feel so akin to grief? even the laughter that bubbles in the air isn’t enough to lift the weight sitting heavy on your heart or calm the gnawing worry that knots up your stomach. are you familiar with the burning of (barely) restrained tears? a stinging so potent that it blinds you. and yet it’s happiness. you know it in your gut; the reaction prompted by a moment of utter contentment. surrounded by love and with an unfamiliar sense of accomplishment.
because, in this moment of unintentional reflection and subsequent gratitude, it dawns on you that you had never truly believed that you could really be okay. happy, even. or as damn close to it as you’ve ever been. and maybe beneath this nauseating happiness is a small part of yourself that wants to know why it couldn’t always have been this way. maybe you just can’t hear the young child that you once were, grieving the happiness that you had never even fathomed could exist for you until this moment. (did you really have to endure so much pain to discover happiness? would you be this grateful if you had never suffered?)
but, of course, now that you know happiness - not just a fleeting taste but a moment in which you can actually revel - you must acknowledge the creeping fear that this peace will slip through your grasping fingers at any moment.
#drabble;#noah with claudia and stiles#v; the happy days#is this secretly me journaling while high? maybe.
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ghostofaformerself:
A HAND PUSHES THROUGH dark curls before disappearing back into the pocket of her leather jacket as the heels of her boots click against the sidewalk. she frequents the bars around town lately, but this one is her favourite ( and she’s cleaned up a little too well at the others the last few nights ).
rayne doesn’t dress up per se, but tight jeans and a tight, low-cut t-shirt go a long way in a place like this. presenting a certain image means she’ll be underestimated, that people will make certain assumptions about her and it’ll allow her to get away with things she otherwise wouldn’t be able to. but she’s also just out for a good time and to forget more than anything.
lips curl into a smirk at the corners as she turns the corner and approaches the door of the bar only for someone to open it with enthusiasm. ❝a bonafide gentleman, lucky me.❞ there’s a teasing tone to it, but it’s unclear if she means what she’s saying or if it’s sarcasm.
the brunette steps into the bar, flashing him her smirk for a half-second more before she’s walking up to the bartender and ordering four shots of tequila off the bat.
The door swings shut behind them, cutting off the chilling nip of the approaching winter. The girl’s dry remark is almost lost to the tinny music sputtering from the corner speakers and rumbling of overlapping voices, each vying for recognition. Despite the buzzing caused by too many layered noises, Noah manages to decipher what she had said, and the statement prompts a smile to tug at the corners of his lips as he weaves his way through the throng of dancing bodies to reach the bar.
“If you think holding the door was gentlemanly, just stick around,” Noah responds easily, propping his elbows on the sticky (ew!) bar and fixing his full attention on the woman standing beside him. When she orders four shots at once, Noah attempts to hide his surprise, though he’s fairly certain the shock is written across his expression. It takes only a moment to recover, though, before Noah is ordering “the same” and handing the bartender enough money to cover both orders.
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scarfwere:
He worries, uncertainty gripping him by the very base of his spine again and holding him steady. Nothing good comes from questions. They’re always asking, asking, asking. They just never go straight for the source. They’re the cops right, shouldn’t they know what they’re doing?But he doesn’t bother. He doesn’t try to argue. He doesn’t fight. It’s not what he does. That was more Cam’s style. He remembered his words now. Keep your mouth shut and your head down. And just try to survive. Nodding, he looks down at his hands again. Fiddling with string and thread from his five year old hoodie. It’s only to some relief that he hasn’t filled in his brother’s clothes.
Head turns when he feels him sit down again, watching him as if to make sure he wasn’t too close. His hands burning at the mention and flinching irrationally.
“ Um. Yeah. I was…working on my Dad’s car. Alone. Couldn’t call him in time. It was my fault. I mustn’t have fixed the hood up properly. Accident, you know? “
How many times had Noah been on Isaac’s side of this same damn conversation? In all honesty, Noah had lost count by his freshman year of high school. I fell down. Sports injury. Tripped into the glass table. Guess I just bruise easy. And that’s just a fraction of the rotating list of excuses Noah had always had ready in his youth. Lies that came so naturally after a time. Because admitting the truth - offering even a glimpse of the hell so expertly hidden behind closed doors - had seemed so much worse. (Besides, who would believe that military engineer Elias Stilinski could be so cruel?)
The signs are too damn obvious, but without proof, Noah has no way of protecting Isaac. And the kid is doing a damn good job avoiding any eye contact as he lies through his teeth. Noah let's out a frustrated breath, leaning forward in the overstuffed seat. “And that’s the story you're sticking with? Because, I gotta say, it’s a bit difficult the believe a car hood broke your arm like that.”
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Send “Is that you?” to find my adult muse as a child.
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@ghostofaformerself
It’s one of Noah’s rare weekends off; a handful of days with no drills or duties, no senior officers to report to, no classes, nothing to worry about other than letting off some steam and catching up on sleep. The latter is unlikely, though, as Noah has a habit of prioritizing fun and worrying about sleep in the few hours allotted to rest nightly on the base. Eddie had decided to take the opportunity to visit his mom - a decision that Noah both respects and resents - leaving Noah alone for the night. Unfortunate, because Noah enjoys getting into trouble with his best friend, but not a problem, per se. It’s easy enough to find a distraction, and the bar down the street waits until nearly three am for last call.
So, after thanking Eddie’s mom for the homemade meal, Noah grabs his jacket (because everyone loves a guy in a uniform) and makes his way down the street. The sun is barely beginning to dip below the horizon, streaks of pinks and purples stretching across the sky and painting the clouds. The image holds Noah’s attention for a solid ten seconds, but is forgotten the moment someone rounds the corner, looking - to Noah, at least - a hell of a lot hotter than the sinking sun. He grins, rushing forward to reach the door before the woman and pull it open.
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Hi friends! My dumbass laptop is still only partially working but I'm finally feeling better and have some free time!!
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volatilehearted:
Oh, does this little boy just glow whenever his parents show him any affection. He doesn’t really sit still, because that’s more or less an impossibility for him, but he is very happy.
It doesn’t take Noah long to get Mischief squirming again, mostly because he never quite stopped doing it. He giggles and pats his hands against his father’s chest, continuing blithely, “And he was really cool and we’re best friends now and Mama said maybe he can come over to our house and I can show him all my dinosaurs!”
“Oh, yeah? Mama said that?” It’s a good idea, and Noah would have offered the same in his wife’s place. In part, because their son is better at making enemies than friends with his inability to filter himself, and in part because it’s better to offer to host the first playdate and establish a friendship before dropping Miec off at someone else’s house to share his (sometimes chaotic) energy with unsuspecting parents.
“Well then, I guess we gotta schedule you a playdate soon so you can show Scott how good you are at cleaning up after you play!” Claudia snorts at Noah’s statement, reaching out to ruffle her son’s hair. “Maybe we can even ride in the cruiser.” So, technically, Noah isn’t supposed to stick his toddler in the back of the cop car and race around Beacon Hills with the sirens disturbing the quiet, but it never fails to cheer Miec up, and how is Noah supposed to say no to such a sweet request?
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y’all I turn 25 in a week. which means I’ve officially been rping over half my life.
#moonmoon speaks (ooc)#lmaooooooo#the moons bc I'vebeen moon/moony since I was a lil baby#pls note the glow in the dark stars on the roof of my car#might delete these later#idk yet
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@tjhmnd said: “you know i spent my whole life trying to keep this part of me separate?”
send all the things!!
“kiddo, if you spend your entire life running from the mistakes you made in the past, you’re never going to learn from them.” hell, noah’s one to talk. how many mistakes haunt his dreams? how many decisions has noah made only to find himself sick with regret and running from the consequences? hiding from his own life by diving into case after case after case? but this isn’t about noah’s own past, and the advice is good even if it is difficult to accept.
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euphoria dialogue prompts ,
“i put up a good fight, but i lost.”
“you know i spent my whole life trying to keep this part of me separate?”
“how do you decide who you wanna hook up with?”
“this is why the world keeps getting worse.”
“everyone knows who I am.”
“you think ‘cause i went to rehab i stayed clean?”
“i hate seeing you sit in the chair my dad sat in.”
“everybody gets their feelings hurt.”
“i thought that i was doing what was best for everybody.”
“at some point, you have to make a choice about who you are and what you want.”
“kissing is worse. it’s so much more intimate.”
“the world went quiet, and i felt safe in my own head.”
“go fuck yourself.”
“i know nothing about you.”
“it’s about putting your all into everything you do.”
“say what you want about christians, at least they believe in forgiveness.”
“forgiveness is the key to change.”
“it’s not a relapse if it’s warranted. it’s a hall pass.”
“maybe people are nostalgic about high school ‘cause it’s, like, the last time in their life that they get to dream.”
“you are a part of me I will never understand.”
“when you’ve let someone down again and again, i think it’s fair to lose a little faith.”
“it’s one thing to dislike your parents, it’s not like you have a choice. but if you dislike your kid, well, that’s sort of your fault.”
“what are you, like, fucking tony montana?”
“the problem with hating yourself is you can’t really talk about it.”
“should I be concerned?”
“now you got a whole bunch of people running around who don’t give a fuck about redemption.”
“if you tell me what drugs you’re doing, i’ll tell you what drugs i’m doing.”
“you just can’t be mad at me for wanting you to be okay.”
“selfishly, i hope you stay.”
“you may have won the game, but you lost control of the team.”
“i don’t want to be that old guy that gives you advice, but i look at you and i think there are two versions of how your life can go.”
“sometimes two people in the universe who aren’t meant for each other find each other.”
“i just wanted to dream about it for a minute.”
“the farther you go, the sharper their blade.”
“it was like there was no more air left in the world And i was gasping, and i was panicking.”
“i think i’m going to do everything in my power for at least, like the next three years, not to fall in love.”
“they don’t actually want a person, they want something they can own and possess.”
“i kind of feel closer to you than i do anyone in the world.”
“i’ve got an idea.”
“some people need to get their feelings hurt sometimes.”
“reducing someone’s life to a moment, an ugly moment, and punishing them for it? that’s what cops do. it’s actually what everyone does.”
“i fucking hate this town.”
“i definitely haven’t reached my full power.”
“i’m extremely confused.”
“when you hate your brain and your body, it’s hard to enjoy the rest.”
“i wasn’t going to stop until I got the truth.”
“i don’t know what type of fucked up shit you got going inside your head.”
“when you’re younger, everything feels so permanent.”
“i feel like you ruined me forever.”
“why do you look like that?”
“i’m envious of your generation, you know.”
“what do you think this is, the eighties? catch a dick.”
“do you think this stuff affects them? even if they don’t know it?
“most of the time, i really hate the way you make me feel.”
“i It’s funny how I used to think we were meant for each other.”
“nudes are the currency of love.”
“i love the theater.”
“first of all, ew. second of all, ew.”
“i just hope it didn’t teach you the wrong lesson.”
“i want you to wanna kiss me so bad that you don’t even ask.”
“i’m not saying i’m gonna have a baby.”
“i’m a rogue, i march to the beat of my own drum.”
“just don’t ever give them an opening.”
“this shit is hard and confusing.”
“you fell in love with someone who spent years making fun of you. it’s sad.”
“you did this to me!”
“the last thing you need is to feel worse because you’re not feeling something you’re supposed to feel.”
“do you wish i was different?”
“you’ve got to believe in the poetry because everything else in your life will fail you. even yourself.”
“real love is when you can’t exist without someone, when you’d rather die than be apart.”
“plenty of great, intelligent, funny, interesting, and creative people have struggled with the same things you struggle with.”
“i don’t know how to help.”
“you’re never really emotionally prepared for someone to leave you.”
“i feel like love is super dark and no one ever talks about it.”
“you’re my new favourite person.”
“your whole fucking life’s a secret.”
“they’re basically the most wonderful fucking person on the planet.”
“i guess i just wanted to hurt you as much as i imagined you’d hurt me.”
“i mean, i’m all good with drugs until guns start coming out.”
“the universe is just out here giving like zero fucks.”
“no room for heteronormativity in here.”
“what’s a bigger feeling than love?”
“listen to yourself. it’s fucking exhausting.”
“i know this isn’t going to end well.”
“i ruined my entire life for you.”
“you do what feels good to you.”
“you know what? fuck it. fuck it, i’m going to the police.”
“i feel like high school is super fucking suffocating.”
“the thing about confidence is no one knows if it’s real or not.”
“this is the feeling i have been searching for my entire life, for as long as i could remember.”
“you do what feels good to you.”
“every time i feel good, i think it’ll last forever, but it doesn’t.”
“open the door!”
“i know over the years you’ve lost some brain cells.”
“you guys don’t care as much about the rules.”
“you look like a cat coughed your ass up.”
“as you get older, you begin to realize nothing is permanent and everyone you love can drift away.”
“the more you move up in the world, the more enemies you make.”
“is one of us gonna get hurt?”
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hey friends!! I’m around for a bit!!
#I MISS YOU ALL!!!#It's been a busy week ewww#but I got some time before work soooo#let's goooooooooo#moonmoon speaks (ooc)
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Sheriff “You’re gonna need a bigger gun.” Stilinski
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…and now I’m SOBBING
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Send me Anons as my muse's child(ren)
Bonus if you hint the other parent!
Originally posted by astrology-gifs
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