fix it fix it felix just as fast as he can


Imagine Stiles trying to fix your car.


Fandom: Teen Wolf

Gifs aren’t mine.

(Warning cursing)

I hummed along to the tune blasting out of my radio as I tapped my finger on the wheel while driving. Then all of a sudden my car starts to make weird noises and smokes starts to also emit from the front of my car. I slow down the vehicle and park it on the side of the road and pull out the keys. 

“Well, shit.” I sigh as I get out of the vehicle slamming the door in behind me. I walk around and in front of my car fanning my hand to get the smoke emitting from the hood of the car out of my face as I cough covering my mouth with my other hand. I open up the hood of the car only to be hit with another blast of smoke to the face. I quickly wave the smoke away as I cough again.

In all honesty I had no idea what to do or even where to start so I just called the first person that had popped into my head who knew about cars. Stiles. I took out my phone from my pocket turning away from my car and dialing his number. Soon after a few beep’s coming from my phone Stiles picks up.

“Hey, what up (y/n)?” 

“Stiles you are good with cars, right?” I ask in a hopeful tone.

“Yeah, why?” cam Stiles’ weary voice from the other end.

“Uhh well, you see,” I turn back towards my car and then turn away from it again, “my car broke down and honestly I have no idea how to fix it and you’re the first person who popped into my mind sooooooo…”

“Yeah sure I can fix it; just tell me the road you’re on and I’ll find you.”

“Okay Fix it Felix I’ll text you the address.” 

“Kay bye.” Stiles said as I also told him goodbye and hung up the phone.

After a few minutes of standing around and waiting I hear the sound of a car slowing down and parking behind me. I turned around and see Stiles’ jeep. I sigh in relief as I walk to his car.

“Hey (y/n) what’s up?” Stiles’ greets me as he gets out of his jeep and starts to walk towards me.

“Oh you know the same as usual. You know how I am with sending messages through smoke so I can get in touch with my more native and spiritual side.” Stiles just laughed as I smiled at him.

The both of us walked to the hood of my car as Stiles whistles at the sight of all the smoke leaving my hood.

“What the hell did you do?”

“Nothing that’s the thing that is actually bothering me.”

“Okay well could you get me my tool box from the backseat of my car?” Stiles asks as we fans off the smoke in his face. I just nod as I make my way to his jeep and get his tool box from the back and making my way (down town walking fast faces passing I’m homebound *smacked*) back to Stiles who thanks me and takes out a few tools. Everything seems fine till Stiles takes out about five rolls of duct tape and starts to tape everything.

“Stiles what the hell are you doing?” 

“I’m fixing your car.”

“With duct tape?”

“No, I’m going to use My Little Pony stickers. Of course I’m going to use duct tape.”

~Let’s just say Stiles never actually succeeded at fixing your car.~


Happy Rare Pair Week!

Honestly I didn’t realize how gay Kimball and Tex were until I started writing more of their friendship for this verse on a whim. And then it turned gay on me. Oops?

Serious spoilers for Asphodel Meadows in this fic; if you haven’t read it and want to, I’d suggest picking that up first!

Warnings for: some body image stuff, some references to personal autonomy issues and the Director’s general sketchiness re: Tex. 

Also on Ao3

1. After an injury

“Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine,” Tex said. It was true. She was a robot. She didn’t feel pain.

The bullet had passed through her shoulder, punching right through the armor and Kevlar in the process. That, Tex thought with a scowl, was more of a pain than the hole in her body.  

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