Red String of Fate Meme

65. Our muses are destined to travel the world together

“This is gonna be so freaking awesome!”

Oooh. I’m totally gonna write a starter for this along with the fifty billion other starters I owe you.  xD

The already quirked brow raises a bit higher at Stiles’ answer. “And yet you were still willing to blame it on your best friend. Interesting,” he muses.

Peter waves his hand dismissively at the offer. “Don’t bother. I never really liked it all that much, anyways.”

“Trying to do an impression of me now, are we?” Peter mused as he took in the sight of Derek on his couch, mirroring a common position the older wolf typically sat in. “I suppose it’s compliment enough. After all, they say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”

Sexual M!A's

Bare: Muse is nude for (anon chooses how long) is not able to cover self, with anything.

     The Spark’s eyes widened as realization dawned on him. He’d have to spend the next three days naked and—

              “Oh my god! Nope! No, no, no, no, no. Nuhuh. No way. C’mon, Nonnie. You can’t be that cruel! What’d I ever do to you?”

[[*dies* I will write up an open post for this M!A, too. If you wanna do something more specific, let me know!]]

Honesty Hour

“The Camaro.”

     The alpha doesn’t bother giving any further explanation for his decision. It’s for him to know and him only.

“Dude, does it have to be one thing? Because I have, like, a million different things I could say to that.”

     Of course, there’s one item in particular that springs to mind. A book his mother gave him shortly before she died——-a book he’d never understood the importance of until recently.

“It’s a book, okay?”

     Of all of his possessions that made it out of the fire, there’s only one thing that holds true value to him, and he knew that if the others found out that none besides Derek would understand the significance.

“A copy of Kerouac’s On the Road. “

     He personally couldn’t stand the book–it was too dry and bland for his liking–but it was the only physical thing he had left that had belonged to her.

Send me "Finders! Keepers!" To claim my character and have them tied up

The three men—and yes, Stiles considered himself a man, dammit!—were currently tied up in rather awkward (and potentially compromising) positions in the middle of Derek’s loft, and while the ‘wolves were letting out soft, warning growls, it was Stiles who spoke up.

“Oh, come on!” the Spark whined, rolling his head back, intentionally baring his throat to the other teen as he stared at the ceiling. “Do you really have to keep us chained?”

Truth be told, no matter what their reactions were, none of them really mind being tied up and completely at the other Spark’s mercies, and that was due to the simple truth of all of them being in a sort of Pack.

Send one

“Dude, I am you,” Stiles pointed out in the same tone he’d used with Scott whenever he just wasn’t getting the big picture. “Well, yeah, I mean, technically I’m you from a different universe—or you’re me from a different universe, still not quite sure which is more accurate at this point since I can’t figure out if we’re in my universe or yours or a completely different one, which, by the way, is totally not my fault because, really, how was I supposed to know that the spell would take the both of us when it was only supposed to affect my universe. But all the same! I’m pretty sure I know you well enough to know I didn’t get anything wrong.”