#volatilehearted

[fervidusoculi]

@volatilehearted

Scott was starting to settle into Beacon Hills, he'd had coffee with Stiles and they'd started to spend a bit more time together, but it was still few and far between because he was still settling in. But Scott realized that Stiles might know somewhere he could meet with a group that did sewing or knitting, he could work on his embroidery stuff at home, but he kind of missed having someone to work on it with.

[TEXT]: Hey Stiles, weird question [TEXT]: Well, not really that weird I guess? But still. [TEXT]: Do you know any groups that do embroidery or quilting?

[bxdassbanshee]

@volatilehearted​ liked for an adult lydia starter

“everyone is always telling me it is too early in the day to start drinking or too late in the day to drink coffee. i would like to not have judgement about my beverages as i fix other people’s mistakes.”

[khozmoh1]

❝ . . . yeah, that's a no from me. stiles, what the fuck? ❞ eloquence thy name is stilinski. cosmo made a wild and exasperated gesture with his hands like that could further argue his point of no and what the fuck. ❝ this shit screams trap, the only thing that'd make it more obvious is if they had a blaring neon sign that just said ' not a trap ' flashing over it, ❞ // @volatilehearted , for just brothers being brothers ig .

[goingtosave]

@volatilehearted

The life of a professional baseball player isn’t chock-full of a lot of downtime, but Scott’s managed to carve out bits and pieces all right. At the moment, he’s sprawled across his (incredibly comfortable) bed and clicking things on Stiles’s app, mindr. It’s one of the few times he’s been able to check it out at all, actually, and so far he’s delighted.

He gets to have a puppy! It’s adorably designed and tells him nice things! What’s not delightful about that?

Almost automatically, he clicks over to text Stiles.

[text: Stiles] hey! do you use your own app? [text: Stiles] is that a dumb question

[codedeargentmoved]

@volatilehearted​ liked for a starter

“No! Stiles you are not going in there with just a baseball bat.” Allison tugged him back by his shirt. You’re going to get yourself killed.” She said, continuing to talk him down. “There are a bunch of murderous Alphas’ in there”

[coyotie]

It  was  supposed  to  be  just  a  friendly  jog.    Something to take her mind off the upcoming full moon. Giving her back that touch of her nature that she craves in the every day. She hasn’t realised how far behind he’s fallen until she looks back over her shoulder to mention something to him about the changing of the leaves. Hands on her hips, not having even broken a sweat, she waits for him to catch up.

“  damn—  you’re a really fucking fast runner you know that?  ”  @volatilehearted​

The implication of his words makes her laugh. A gentle sound, one that she doesn’t give out very often. She should offer some sympathy, perhaps remember that he is not as supernaturally inclined as she, but instead she only smiles at him. ❛  Kind of comes with the whole werecoyote thing. My bad.  ❜       A glance around, and she points toward a towering tree to their left, with a very comforting looking bed of fallen leaves at its roots.    ❛  Do you wanna sit down for a bit?  ❜ 

[discngaged]

He’s not sure what drew him back to Beacon Hills, Duran had dipped the second he got a chance to. He’d maintained contact with his family via phone calls and the occasional visit, but Duran had made it a point to live further north, staying just north of California for a long time. 

Now? Now he’s back, and had been back for not even a day when he’s already running into trouble inside the hotel he’s staying at. Not trouble involving him, but trouble out in the hallway, all the same.

Hey, it’s dark, alright? He can’t be assed to try to see passed the ungodly dim lighting in these cheap ass hotels, so he could be looking at anything, really. Could be something supernatural, or it could be some stranger standing there ominously, waiting to scare the crap out of the next innocent person who walks by.

He’d just finished dialing Stiles’ number as he steps inside the elevator. He doesn’t want to immediately assume the worst, but Duran is far more skittish than he had ever admitted.

Pressing every button at once, Duran forces a smile on his face. “Hey, Stiles? Just arrived in town ‘bout an hour ago. I was going to surprise you and dad, but ah, I didn’t check to see if you were in town either. How’s it going?“

The figure in the distance begans moving toward Duran, hunching over. In the dim lighting, Duran is almost certain that it’s a supernatural something. So, he does what any other tough, overly defensive man would do in this situation:

He screams.

[hastodosomething]

[ continued from xx ]

“I think this means we should get some celebratory tacos.”