Nesting is weird for a half angel. Part of you feels like its such and odd act but the angel part of you just loves the fact that you do this, it feels so natural. This is how we find Ryan, curled up in the attic with his boyfriend’s shirts, in a makeshift nest. Having always been more angel, he was more content than his sister who was at her house since she was more in touch wither human side. So he just snuggled closer sighing happily pretending he didn’t hear his significant other come home who he didn’t tell that he went through nesting. He just fluffed his white and crimson wings, more fluffy since the next stage was molting.
“But you’re not human either, so doesn’t that make you unnatural, sir?” He smiled, not making any effort to move back. “Are you?” he grinned. “Like I said, you don’t scare me. Hit me if you want.” He raised a brow. “You don’t huh? Maybe being a little polite to someone who asked if you need some help might not bring about that result.”
“I’m not the one telling someone else they’re natural. You are, idiot. I never said I wasn’t unnatural.” He cocked a brow before rolling his eyes. “Maybe you not being so fucking stupid wouldn’t bring out the worst in me, yeah?”
Isaac walks towards his locker and starts taking off his shirt. He’s the only one in the locker room from late night practice with Jackson. He looks through the metal lockers and sees Jackson entering the lockers. His locker is right next to Isaac’s so there’s going to be staring. Isaac opens his locker and sits down on the bench, beginning to untie his shoes. “We have to win this week’s game,” he begins as he watches the other skin appear next to him. He looks at the torso, semi-daydreaming of lust. He shakes his head into reality and resumes untying his shoes. He didn’t listen to what Jackson’s reply was because he was too busy daydreaming. “I know we’re going to win. I just know it,” he continues. He kicks his shoes off and takes off his shorts. He looks over to see the other in his cup. He watches as the other bends forward in front of his with his ass pointing at him. Isaac stands and gulps. It’s a good thing I’m wearing a cup.
Daniel moved here a few days ago and really has nothing else to do, so what he does to get rid of his problems is to drink. Dan is an alcoholic and can’t help it. He sits on a curb in the darkness and gulps the beer. He sighs as he sees a fuzzy shadow figure before him, it comes closer. He takes another gulp. “What are you looking at?” he scowls and continues drinking. He isn’t normally rude like this, he’s usually quiet and sweet, but right now he’s being a total dick. “Can’t a guy have a drink?” he scoffs and presses his lips together as he eyes the boy. He sighs and takes another sip.
Axel narrowed his eyes at the woman, shooting her a glare as he dragged a dagger across her right cheek. “Make one sound and I will not hesitate to end your miserable life,” he fumed, voice dripping with venom. His eyes shot up instantly at the sudden visitor, keeping his hands behind his back, ready to throw the dagger once things get awry. “What are you doing here?” He asked, eyes blinking as he feigned innocence, though it didn’t help with the blood splattered walls around him.
You again? Awkward meeting.
Damian walked into the house after getting back from school. “Derek? I’m home.” Damian could have guessed that Derek was out. Damian walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bag of chips. He walked over to the stairs and saw someone on the couch. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have lacrosse?”
Stiles & Jackson
Stiles handed over a few crumpled dollar bills and some loose change. The teenager behind the counter rolled his eyes and started counting the money. Stiles’ hand crept into the bag of popcorn, grabbed a handful and shovelled it into his mouth.
“Sir,” the cashier snapped, handing over his change. Stiles thanked him and started walking.
The night was sticky and hot, unusual for mid-Spring…but perfect for Beacon Hills’ annual Carnival. The open field was full of screaming children, blurring lights of questionably-safe rides, the smells of disgustingly-yummy food and, more than anything, cute couples.
Stiles had been abandoned by Scott and Allison (they were probably kissing at the top of the Ferris wheel), and was wandering the fairgrounds when he spotted Jackson doing the same…
Give Me Mastery || Stiles & Jackson
He understood why it needed to happen.
Well, sort of. Stiles understood that the Kanima needed a master. He understood that the master should be someone that could be trusted not to use the power they held to hurt people.
What he didn’t understand, is why it had to be him.
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Christmas Gifts! Jackson
Soooo, we haven’t known each other long but seeing as you’re a pretty amusing guy and easy to get along with I got you some stuff. Also I still plan to beat you.
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Simon: He watches as the door opens for him, walks inside and looks around.
Nathan: Eating a burger on the bed, sees Jackson and he raises an eyebrow. “Who the hell is he?”
Alisha: Her head turns in his direction and smirks, looking him over thinking he looks proper fit and handsome.
Rudy: Singing in the shower as he was his hair, can’t hear whats going on.