I know we mostly like to imagine the opposite, but adam is way more ripped than ronan. as ripped as a teen can be. hear me out: -ronan is a deranged insomniac drunk who probably only eats frozen pizza and warm pizza when he really wants to treat himself. as a perpetually drunk italian I can assure you that is no way to get a six pack -adam works manually like 10 hours a day. he’s a sexy mechanicist, the kind that you see sexy car-washing while completely drenched in soap in certain rated channels. he also moves rocks, works in a factory and somewhere else yet to be clarified, probably a sexy car wash fantasy commercial -when ronan punched robert parrish, all the odds were against him right? because robert is way bigger. you wouldnt expect him to win, it was a desperate, stupid move. but ronan is faster and even more vicious. imagine this giant angry man fighting against a scrawny emo teen, and the scrawny emo teen winning. that’s fucking awesome -ronan is a twink
drawing has still been hard for me lately, but i wanted to draw something undertale related, and that something ended up being this. tbh i think the idea of soul touching/teasing is interesting, and kind of cute.
**if you’re not into this ship, i understand and that’s fine. feel free to ignore, because i’m not interested in knowing how you feel about it**
“As snow fell outside the window, a couple cuddled up tightly at the couch in front of the TV. Despite the blazing gust of snow outside and the decrease of temperature, they seem to be having lots of fun”
Derek gets a call from an unknown number at 10:27am. It happens sometimes,
telemarketers, and quite often for the nannying agency that’s one digit off his
mobile. Today is a new one.
“Hello, this is Derek.”
“Oh, hi. Okay. Hi, I’m Stiles,” comes a surprised voice from the other end.
“So, Derek, this is going to sound strange, but I’m just about to go in for
a job interview in three minutes, and I had to fill out this list of references
and I was short a number so I wrote down a random one, then thought I should
call it to see if it was real. And it is, it’s yours.”
“So you just wrote down a random number as a reference?” Derek asks,
confused and also a little amused.
“Yes, that’s right. And look, I’m going in soon, and getting this job would
be really great, and so would you mind if I keep your number on the list? They
probably won’t call but I–”
“Go for it,” Derek interrupts. What’s the harm in it? He can cross off that
he’s done his one nice thing for the day, and this Stiles is right, he probably
won’t even get a call.
“Seriously? Ah, okay that’s amazing. Thank you.”
“What’s the job?” Derek asks, grabbing a pen and paper to write it down.
He’s warming up to the idea of doing this fake reference thing. It’ll be a
laugh if nothing else.
“So it’s an IT position with Saris and Fehr Legal. System maintenance,
software security, a bunch of stuff really, but don’t worry about it too much,
I just had you down as a personal reference?”
Stiles asks it like a question, showing some nerves, and Derek realises he’s
essentially admitting he doesn’t know enough people who’d give him a positive
“Oh well that’s easy enough then, I’ll just say that I’ve known you for
years, talk about how you’re organized, trustworthy, etcetera,” Derek’s been a
reference for some of his friends before, he knows the drill.
“Ah, yeah, sounds great. Wow. You sure about this?”
“It’s fine, Stiles. It’ll make my day more interesting at any rate.”
“Wow,” Stiles repeats, clearly surprised by Derek’s immediate cooperation. “So
it’s Stiles Stilinski, not sure I gave you my last name.”
“No, you didn’t,” he says, writing down Stiles’ surname phonetically. “Mine’s
Hale. Derek Hale.”
“Hale,” Stiles repeats, while Derek can hear the sound of a pen moving
across paper through the phone. “Alright, I’ve got to go now but thanks so
much, Derek. It means a lot.”
“You’re welcome,” Derek says, smiling at how relieved Stiles sounds. “Good
luck for the interview.”