@frenchones || malia&nadia
“I’ve got ten dollars on that asshole falling off the bull before the three second mark.”
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@frenchones || malia&nadia
“I’ve got ten dollars on that asshole falling off the bull before the three second mark.”
@frenchones.
❝ You must be Malia, ❞ she says. Cora's got a battle inside of her. When she had last talked to Derek, she'd been made aware that they had a surprise cousin. After all, the Hale tree never seemed to end. While the initial shock & wariness came from the fact of who Malia's father was, Derek had seemingly nice things to say. So she puts back her wariness & nods to her cousin. ❝ I'm Cora. Derek's sister & Peter's niece. -- I hear you've got a little coyote in you. ❞
@frenchones LIKED FOR A STARTER.
“oh, fuck! what the hell was that for?!” okay, he should’ve expected it. after everything he’d heard about his brother’s actions, he shouldn’t be surprised that things would be difficult for him here in beacon hills. “gosh...” he stood upright again, wiping the blood off his bleeding nose. pretty sure it was broken. luckily, he could already feel it healing.
@frenchones
He's not even looking for those specific handcuffs when he pulls them out.
He's looking for the actual, werewolf-proof ones, the bag containing them somewhere underneath his bed (he thinks.) The ones he pulls out first are way too flimsy for a supernatural creature--simple leather and metal clips to keep them secure. They're basically new, and basically useless.
He's not really paying attention though, and tosses them up onto the bed near Malia without a second thought, continuing his search. "Okay, it has to be here somewhere..."
[ @goingtosave & @frenchones ]
They’ve been hanging out, and mostly--mostly--it hasn’t been too awkward. They’ve been watching something on the TV, but Stiles couldn’t even really say what they were watching, because he’s been in the middle of Malia and Scott cuddled up to him on the couch, and honestly, that’s enough entertainment in its own right.
Except--except--Stiles can think of something that would even more entertaining, and mostly that would be if his boyfriend and his girlfriend would just make out. They’ve been entirely stubborn about it.
So he’s been sitting there, marinating in his low level arousal and hoping that it’s having some kind of effect on them both. He waits, and waits, trying to notice any signs in either Scott or Malia that they’re starting to respond.
Once Stiles has decided it’s probably good enough, he just kind of stands, suddenly, apparently uncaring if that’s going to result in them leaning against each other. He announces, just a little too loud, “Hey, I’m gonna go get us some tacos, be back soon!”
He practically sprints to the door, mental fingers crossed that this works.
@frenchones continued from x
“Really? Okay – I’ll call you tonight, when I can’t sleep. 3 AM sound good for you?” Malia was kidding, of course. Even if her sleep wasn’t great, she only usually woke up for a few minutes at a time. “Thanks.”
“I said whenever, Malia. And I meant it,” Scott told her honestly, reaching out to take her hand. “If you need to call, or want to call, or just don’t have anything better to do. I’m here for you. Even at 3am,” he said with a smile.
@frenchones
derek places the gift on the table and slides it over to where malia is sitting. it’s badly wrapped, enough that even if it was in a box, it’d still be a shoddy job. but he likes to think that the effort means something, especially considering his first instinct was just to throw the leather jacket at her. “ happy birthday, ” he mumbles, crossing his arms.
@frenchones;;
It’s been enough time for Scott to calm down at least a little. He’s still terrified, but he’s been terrified nearly nonstop for weeks now so what’s the big deal?
(It’s a huge deal.)
(He’s pretending it’s not.)
So. Now he’s off to talk to the person that should have talked to him first, and figure out what the hell they’re going to do.
Knock knock, Malia, your baby daddy is outside.
He’s seriously hoping her father is not home.