#interaction; thread

      ❛ bitch, I KNOW you did not just empty the coffee pot with and not put a new one on, did you? ❜ he holds up the empty pot from the coffee maker and gives the other a pointed and disappointed look. 

     smirking slightly, Connor looks up from the drink that has been placed in front of him. courtesy of an ADMIRER, according to the bartender. ❛ really? sending me a drink? that’s your go to instead of coming over and just flirting with me? that’s hardly any FUN, is it? ❜

@stilesstylelinski

     he had met sheriff stilinski the night of the fire. he remembers the man being very quiet and kind, wrapping blankets around him and laura while talking to them about what had happened. he remembers laura crying and the smell of smoke, but most of the night has been since blocked out.

     he remembers the two of them being regularly brought over to the stilinski home for dinner because the sheriff wanted the two orphaned teens to feel like they still had a family. and he remembers spending a lot of late nights over there, watching the sheriff’s son while he had to work late. he knows he was a shitty babysitter, he didn’t do it because he liked it or even because he wanted to. he did it because if he owed anyone anything, it was the sheriff.

     stiles had always been... interesting. and definitely the type that needed supervision. but, he just laughed off his random declarations of love and impending marriage in their future. 

     even now that stiles was old enough to actually be trusted to be left to his own devices, derek was there regularly, still being pulled into family dinners. after laura’s accident left him basically completely alone in the world, the sheriff and stiles still made a point of including him in their own broken little family.

     which is why, tired after a long day on a build site, derek finds himself sitting across from stiles at the dinner table, passing the bowl of mashed potatoes to the sheriff as his phone buzzes in his pocket. thinking it might be work, he quietly slips it from his pocket and checks the notification, eyes widening when he sees it’s not a text message, but a notification from tindr. a superlike. from stiles.

     frowning slightly when the other enters the loft, Magnus looks him over as he moves to step closer. one hand comes up to gently grasp the vampire’s chin and turn his face to get a closer look at the slash across his cheek. ❛ what happened? who did this to you? ❜

     ❛ Ben... Benj, what are you doin’, pal? ❜ so, looking out for Benji at parties has sort of become Ethan’s THING. he can’t help himself. the guy is adorable as fuck, but he’s not super reliable on thinking things through. which is to be expected of a lot of college aged people, but Ethan feels particularly protective over his roommate. ❛ I think you’ve had enough, bud. time to get down now. ❜

     ❛ your PAINFULLY limited experience is hardly my problem, ❜ Magnus muses, shaking his head slightly as he gently pushes the man out of his way. ❛ if you’re going to insist on standing there with the cheekbones and the jawline and the lurking, you’re going to do so OUT of my way. thank you. ❜   

     he doesn’t know when he’d actually wound up DOZING off or what woke him up, but there was that mostly asleep refusal to accept that the comfortable position might be about to change. yawning, he cranes his neck a little to look up at Jackson. he smiles tiredly and shifts to snuggle in against the other more, wrapping his arms around Jackson’s torso and hugging him snugly. ❛ m’kay... just makin’ SURE, ❜ he mumbles, tucking his nose into Jackson’s shoulder. ❛ still on the history stuff? no wonder I fell asleep... ❜

     okay. so the MAGNETS hadn’t worked, but suction cups? oh man. they worked great. and maybe he can’t really help but laugh after he manages to land one right in the crook of Bucky’s elbow, even when the man looks over at him. holding up his hands in mock surrender, plastic crossbow for firing the suction cup “arrows” still in one hand, he laughs and shrugs. ❛ sorry, NOT sorry, man! ❜