bethyprosper asked: I want you to know that I just saw one of those law suit commercials where the medication was apparently causing dudes to develop 'female breasts' and one of the questions was simply, "lactating?" AND I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT OF YOU.
RU TELLING ME THAT THEORETICALLY THERE COULD BE A FANFICTION WHERE STILES TAKES SOME SKEEZY PILLS AND STARTS LACTATING AND DEREK HALE IS HIS LAWYER WHO IS TRYING NOT TO J/O TO HIS STORY. NO!!! DEREK IS THE LAWYER FOR THE DEFENSE!!!!!!!! THESE ARE PILLS PETER HALE HAS BEEN DEVELOPING, PROBABLY SOME NONSENSE THAT SELLS ON INFOMERCIALS AT 1 AM ON RANDO CHANNELS. ARE THESE PILLS DESIGNED TO MAKE U MEGA ATTRACTIVE TO WEREWOLVES? PROBABLY!!!!!!!!!!! PROBABLY THEY’RE CALLED INSTAMATE OR SOME SHIT!!!!!!!!
PROBABLY STILES WAS ALONE IN HIS SHITTY STUDIO APARTMENT, REELING FROM YET ANOTHER BREAKUP WITH A TWERP WHO CRUSHED HIS TENDER HEART AND HE WAS LIKE “I WISH THERE WAS SOME1 OUT THERE 4 ME!” WHEN SUDDENLY SLICKED HAIR, FANCY SUITED PETER HALE APPEARS ON HIS TELEVISION ALL “LONELY? LOOKING FOR ‘THE ONE’?”
"YES," STILES NODS FRANTICALLY. "YES PLEASE!" AND BEFORE LONG HE’S GIVING HIS CREDIT CARD TO THE OPERATOR AND SHELLING OUT EXTRA FOR OVERNIGHT SHIPPING.
CUT TO A FEW MONTHS LATER, EVERYONE’S TENSE AND UPSET, CROWDED AROUND A BOARDROOM, TRYING TO COME TO A SETTLEMENT.
"There was a packet included that listed some reasonable side effects," Derek Hale, Esq. tries to explain.
"You think this is a reasonable side effect?" Stiles screeches, standing up and unbuttoning his suit jacket to show the two circles of wet already showing through his fancy dress shirt.
There’s a sharp cracking sound as the chair Derek Hale, Esq. had been sitting on suddenly loses its arm.
eeames asked: LODESTONE. POV. STILES'S. AND IF I MAY. ROMAN.
Okay, this is Stiles and Jimmy, breaking up (sorryyyy)
He stays kneeling next to Jimmy’s chair, the tiles cold underneath him. “I had to— you know I had to,” he says, reaches out. He doesn’t touch Jimmy, though. His hand just hovers between them, shaking a little. “I tried to find another way— I just— I would have done anything. I love you, I love you too much to—I can’t lose you.”
Jimmy hasn’t moved. His right arm’s still bandaged, the bruises round his neck visible but fading. “Stiles, you—I don’t know you, do I?” he asks. His voice is gentle, a little ragged. Before, he would have reached out immediately, pulled Stiles close and held him, kissed him and reassured him. Jimmy’s scared of him.
"You know all the important things. All the things that matter, all the—the— you know me," and he’s begging, moves closer but Jimmy flinches so he flings himself back, because he shot three werewolves in front of him. He’d threatened, bargained, negotiated, but in the end it had come down to the heft of the gun in his hand and the clear knowledge that he would do what was necessary to keep Jimmy safe. Love’s made a monster out of him. "Please."
Jimmy does touch him, then, stands up and puts his hand on Stiles’s head, lets him wrap his arms around his legs, press his face to his stomach. They stay like that for a long time.
annnnnnd Roman— Stiles and the wolf
"Who made this?" he asks, reaches out to touch it. Stiles’s hand goes out, but he pulls it back, scrubs it across the back of his neck.
"Derek. He’s one of my oldest friends," Stiles says, looks down at the wolf. He’s got this softness to his face that Roman doesn’t see very often, a certain light to his smile.
"May I?" he says this time, touches it with great care at Stiles’s nod. It’s good work. He’s never had the patience for wood, but this has life, movement. The top of the figure is shinier than the rest, and there’s another worn patch on the wolf’s side. "It’s beautiful," he says, means it. The act of carving and Stiles’s repeated touches have given it a life that he can seldom replicate. Maybe one day he’ll make something that’s as much of a touchstone. "I’d like to meet him," he says, but he isn’t quite sure he means it.
feelavalanche asked: First!
this is from my teen wolf ballet AU. Scene one, the audition. Stiles is auditioning to dance for Peter Hale, notorious choreographer.
The wooden floor’s sprung, and there are long scratches that score along and across it, some curved loops and deeper gouges. It’s good quality, though. Expensive. The warehouse, though, the warehouse looks like it’s a brisk wind away from falling apart in places. Light seeps through dirty, cracked windows, and shadows pool in the corners.
(Nicked from iambickilometer):
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