Oh hey, I wrote a little AU story where my OCs, Torah’s OCs, and Aidi’s OCs all interact together via phone messages. Whiskey & Charlie are Torah’s, Danes & Miko, Carlos & Ellis are Aidi’s. Ava & Chloe, Celeste & Moira are my four witches.
The relationship Ava has her phone is best described as actually taking the time to set your status as ‘it’s complicated’ on Facebook. Ava falls asleep and wakes up with her phone either in her hand or under her pillow, but throughout the day, it’s as far away from her as possible. Which is to say that Ava has forgotten her phone in her apartment or in her truck for several hours on end. Not that it matters if she has her phone in her pocket, the only thing that vibrates her phone is her alarm and absolutely nothing is granted access to sound notifications. A silent phone may as well have been abandoned on Mars.
It occurs to Ava, at various points in the day, that she should check her phone. Although these also coincide with the moments that Ava needs to send someone a message or google maps the location of her next client. When the phone is unlocked, Ava is greeted with the chaos she had intended to escape.
You have ten new voicemails.
Once, Ava would have sighed and asked herself who leaves voicemails anymore but now she doesn’t have to ask stupid questions.
Ava gripped her sun hat as she stepped out of the truck, her high heeled boots sinking into the dirt driveway. It had been a long drive and she’d been behind the wheel for most of it so it wasn’t exactly comforting when they reached the end of the long path to find a cabin in the woods.
“Really?” Ava said, turning to her girlfriend. “I know we’re witches and all but do we have to play into every stereotype?”
Chloe was already pulling all of their bags from the back of the truck like the proactive go-getter she was. Didn’t even have the decency to look up when she responded. “It has power and running water. You’ll be fine.“ Chloe dropped a single duffle bag at Ava’s feet. “And there’s a jacuzzi.”
“I suppose I’ll live,” Ava teased, picking up the bag and walking to the knock-off horror movie cabin. She didn’t mind the cabin, not really, but old things came with baggage.
So I had some pent up emotions and apparently writing a Sterek fic was the solution to that so…yeah I guess I’m writing Sterek again? Maybe? We’ll see. Either way here’s a new fic!
“I fucking hate you!” Stiles shouted, crowding Derek back against the wall - which would have been laughable, Stiles managing to intimidate Derek enough to keep him in place. Except Derek wasn’t laughing. He was cooperating for both of their sakes. It would help no one to dismiss Stiles as weak right now, to ignore his feelings which her hot and fierce against Derek’s senses. The force of his emotions kept Derek back into the wall more than anything.
“You need to stay out of my life Derek! You can’t just- I was happy!”
(another belated present for Torah - of the NSFW variety)
“Psst, hey… hey… hey 4, four~”
“Shh,” Hunter hushed his unruly boyfriend, not taking his eyes off of the television. They were meant to be watching a movie, having some downtime now that everything in the pack had settled down. Cruiser was the one that had insisted on this movie in the first place. And now Cruiz was poking at his chin and stroking his stubble. “Watch the movie.”
HAPPY (very belated) BIRTHDAY TO TORAH! THE BEST DAMN DRAGON IN THE WORLD! This is only part one of more parts to come, hence why it is so short. But I hope you like it and I hope you got all kinds of goodies for you birthday, you deserve it for reaching the ripe old age of six.
Having two busy humans was a burden on maintaining a relationship. Chris Argent always need Cruiser to drive around as negotiator and peace keeper between the pack and the hunters. While the Sheriff had to “protect and serve the town” like a normal person who held society’s standards of a “real job.”
So when Allison and Tahoe burst through the door with her two boys and the spiky green kid, Cruiser and 4Runner find themselves alone after Allison mentioned something about Derek, Stiles, birthday cake, and Peter in a thong. None of them had wanted to leave, but they decided to let Allison drive them over in the tahoe while Isaac and Scott raced ahead on the dirt bike to prevent Derek from trying to kill Peter, again, for ruining Stiles’ birthday… again. Especially considering it was meant to be a surprise party that night… and it was currently ten in the morning. A little early for Peter to be wasted and sporting lace undergarments.
Cruiz and Hunter sighed in relief when their humans ran out the door without them or their keys. Down time, at last.
Except that it had been so long that they’d spent proper time alone together that they didn’t know what to say to each other. There was no scheduling, no “which human is getting themselves killed this time” questions, no “I ran over a raccoon last week and I think it’s fur is still on the bottom of my tire” conversation either since they’d both been sitting in the office since early that morning. They’d already gotten all the recent details from last night and the drive over. Quick and efficient was how they operated with their limited time.
What could they possibly say to each other that hadn’t been said?
“So…” Cruiz pratically jumped at Hunter’s voice and glanced back at him from the photos on the wall he was pretending to be interested in, “do you want to make out on the Sheriff’s desk?”
A grin spread ear to ear on Cruiser’s face. Oh right, that’s what they used to do when they saw each other for more than five minutes.
shops for groceries: torah’s too tiny to reach the top shelves so dirtbag has to go with her and carry all the groceries home
kills the spiders: torah keeps them all as pets, it’s still a problem
comes home drunk at 3am: torah will continue to always be too young for alcohol and I’m not really sure what a giraffe’s tolerance for alcohol is so neither?
makes breakfast: possibly dirtbag? but torah can make toast because that doesn’t require a stove
remembers to feed the fish: torah, torah feeds the fish and the spiders and any other pets she has accumulated
decorates the apartment: both of them, it’s a mix of scales and plaid and art doodles
initiates duets: torah does, the giraffe remains silent, torah has to coax him by shouting the duet in his ear
falls asleep first: torah, on dirtbag, in his sweater probably, it’s sickeningly cute
Glorious.
Dirtbag says “This is great, but please don’t keep the spiders.”
