Finstock’s FunStockyards by toilet with a view // 7.8k // T
It was supposed to be a nice day at an amusement park.
“Peter, can you come to Finstock’s? I need help with– I can’t even with this shit right now.”
“Is that screaming I hear?”
“Just,” Laura watched as Derek closed in on Fluffyballs, the Finstock’s FunStockyards’ mascot, who was screaming murder, literally, and moving surprisingly fast, now that the bottom of the suit had torn and the kid had full use of his legs, “just come. And don’t tell mom.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
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In case you're wondering, it's Stiles in the suit.
Note: I found this fic a few years back when filling someone’s request to the blog for some crack fics. I came across it again when scrolling back through old posts and gave it another read and had a good chuckle, so here it is as a proper rec this time!
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