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[studmuffin]

When: July 15th.
Rating: S for Stilinski. Yes, he's his own rating.
Characters: Stiles, Jim & Bones. Alternatively titled Stiles has two dads now.
Summary: Feeding people makes them love you, right? Actually no, Mr. Stilinski just has this thing where he wants to take care of people by feeding them. It's totally normal.

Yesterday was kind of awesome if Stiles does say so himself. Learning self-defence with one of your idols is totally one of those things that tends to go down in the record books. But it wasn't enough to knock the oh my god neither of them can cook the muggle present way out of his head. And once he gets that there there's literally no stopping him until he's satisfied. Ask his dad. So he had headed straight to the grocery store and pushed his cart around like a skateboard until had all the ingredients.

Using the youth center's kitchen had been easier than explaining what he was doing to Derek and it's the next day that his jeep putters up the road by where Jim said they lived. He all but falls out of his Jeep and then sets the two trays on his roof to lock up. Then he's carting them - one of lasagna and the other garlic bread and salad because HEY WATCH YOUR CHOLESTEROL. It makes him nostalgic for his dad even when he has to knock the door with his foot because his hands are full.

Sheriff Stilinski suffers this very same threat nightly boys. He's not sorry.

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[hischair]

Jim is still damp from a late shower, having stayed up to take Kathryn out on the town (first for dinner, then for a few drinks at Lansky's bar because who better to frequent the patronage of than gangsters) so he's a little worn out from that and having walked back and forth to Chekov's. Bones might have been up and out of the door at What The Fuck o'clock, but Jim refused to so much as grunt where he buried himself on the couch. Consequently, when he opens the front door, the living room is still a bit of a mess with pillows shoved to one end of the sofa and a blanket strewn off the other end.

He blinks at Stiles, grins and stands aside to let him in.

"I didn't realize we were getting room service today."

[studmuffin]

Damp Captain Kirk. Thankfully his brain is mostly concentrated on carrying the food and not dropping them in a fit of teenage lust. And besides, Jim totally helped his ass out and now it's kind of hard to align Nice Guy and ... the instigator of Sore Wrist 2009. So he just grins and carts the lot in.

"I'm the only thing between you and starvation right now - and don't tell me about the restaurants in the City oh my god you'll get scurvy and die. I'm literally helping the universe stay saved. I'm doing my bit as a citizen."

[hischair]

"They weren't too bad last night, but I'm willing to bet your cooking's off the charts."

Clearing the way to the kitchen counter, he helps him set down the groaning dishes. Can't resist lifting a lid to get a whiff of that lasagna and nngh, the look he gives is near-to orgasmic.

"God. You made this? All of it?"

Currently staring at Stiles like he's been made captain of the USS Fuck Yeah Food.

[studmuffin]

He fidgets for a second because okay he likes doing good, and then uncovers the garlic bread. "I bought this stuff. Mostly because I've never had a bread oven. The lasagna I made though."

Rubbing the back of his neck, "My dad's the Sheriff where I live. So he's out a lot. It's just us so I taught myself to cook so we'd, y'know, survive. I just haven't really had a reason to cook much since I got here."

Nobody to look after. Derek would probably prefer to eat him.

[hischair]

There isn't pity in the way he looks at Stiles, but a kind of searching familiarity; he hasn't had much of a chance to cook for people, this incredibly chatty, social kid, and he just turned up on Jim's doorstep with a whole meal.

He claps him lightly on the back and moves to get two dishes.

"You can cook for me whenever you want, I eat crap on my own. The first time I tried reprogramming our food replicator, I wanted it to come out with a chocolate bar. Know what happened?" Arching his brows, he hands Stiles a large spoon to dig into the lasagna. "It came out as a block of gravy. Didn't find that out until I'd stuffed half of it in my face."

[studmuffin]

"Gross."

Teenage boys and their ability to say gross like it's the best fucking thing in the universe. Stiles plates up because he is the most helpful and then he seems to realise the absence of the second person. "Hey where's Bo -."

Wait, rewind. He's not supposed to show his fanboy nature too early. "Where's Doctor McCoy?"

[hischair]

Jim smiles along, abruptly giving Stiles a curious look as he draws a stool over to sit on.

"You call him that," he says, pointing his fork, "and I'm not responsible for if he strings you up."

Not that Jim minds Stiles using his nickname for his best friend. He's a friendly kid, it's to be expected he wants to hang out with the people he likes and be familiar with them.

[studmuffin]

"I bet it's totally worth it though."

Because Stiles has always been a little pushy when it comes to people's buttons.

"He can never run into Derek -," a shrug of one shoulder and then he's giving Kirk his plate and ... trying to figure out what he's supposed to do with the second, "I live with him in the woods and he is literally the angriest dude you will ever meet." Bearing his teeth and furrowing his eyebrows in imitation, "I think he had his funny bone removed."

[hischair]

"Why d'you live with him if he's so angry? Here, let me."

Taking the second dish, he serves Stiles a sizable helping of his own dish. Jim digs into his own and moans around it again, hunching over the counter as they chat.

[studmuffin]

He snorts at that question. Ah, Jim. Just be thankful you missed the months of Stiles convincing everyone that Derek was a serial killer using him for sex and/or drugs. There has been no sex. Or drugs. But everyone thinks it.

"He has a thing. Kind of like ... you belong to my world and therefore me and now I have to keep you in the one place forever and ever amen? I've moved out twice and both times Derek has somehow managed to get me back again."

Go on Stiles, make it sound like you're dating the creepy guy in the woods some more. And stop being so happy that you're eating with Kirk.

[medicos]

Enter Bones, fresh from the hospital and everything, half-tired and as exasperated as he'd been since he left this morning, which is a good thing because a mood shift would probably make things worse. He smells like the hospital, too, but that'll be gone once he gets rid of the white coat. Of course, he enters the apartment and the first thing he sees is Jim's mess on the living room floor, and there's really only one person to blame.

"Goddammit, Jim!"

[hischair]

He looks around mid-way through asking just how weird this Derek guy is and grins when Bones pitches a mini fit.

"Hey, we've got a guest," he calls over placidly. "Come and eat something, he's a great cook."

Munching unrepentantly through his dish.

[studmuffin]

Stiles just grins like Santa Claus has just fallen in through the chimney and offered him all the presents in the world, gaze flickering from Jim to the door and back.

Being a food hero is awesome.

[medicos]

He's bitching and grumbling all the way to the kitchen, and there's no need to reiterate what he says because it's the usual stuff. When he sees Stiles and Jim and the piles of food that they're currently chewing, he rolls his eyes.

"Jim, when I said feed 'em I didn't mean make them cook for you," he grouses as he approaches them. Honestly.

[hischair]

Beaming, Jim takes another dish off the side and slides it over to Bones so he can serve himself.

"Can I keep him?"

He flashes Stiles a smile to know he's kidding. Mostly.

[studmuffin]

"You can totally keep me."

Beaming at Bones, like an eager puppy dog. "He didn't make me either. I just thought you guys might get hungry."

[medicos]

This is either the best thing to ever happen to Bones or a disaster in the making. He still can't decide it. But he grabs the plate and and a stool and sits down beside Stiles ( huh, that's weird ) and helps himself with the lasagna. You can't ever make him say that it smells good and he's definitely not going to admit verbally that it tastes great.

"You're taking care of him, not me," he points at Jim, which means yes, whatever you say and don't make me regret saying that. Then he turns to Stiles, a full glare on his face. Don't worry, it's not really your fault, Stiles. "We wouldn't get hungry if someone didn't destroy the microwave."

[hischair]

Jim eats his lasagna with a mellow expression as Stiles all but wags his tail and Bones growls him down. It's an adorable sight, all things considered.

"I didn't destroy it, it was just its time."

[studmuffin]

For some reason he's reminded of Derek and his complete and utter inability to keep his pack in order - not that he thinks Bones' is incapable. He just hasn't see it yet.

"I'm even housetrained."

He says it with a big grin because c'mon, he's a comedian.

now i want twoof/trek au THANKS A LOT

[medicos]

Bones can keep everyone else in line, just not Jim. And if the Enterprise crew were a werewolf pack, Jim would be the unmistakable Alpha wreaking havoc across time and space and Bones would fill in Stiles' role. Do you see his problem? It is a legitimate problem.

"So much better than someone else that I know," he rolls his eyes at them both. It's liking talking to two brick walls. "Fix the damn microwave, Jim, and I'll let you keep him."

[hischair]

If Jim were a werewolf, he'd spend a lot of time barking at squirrels.

"I will, I will. Or Janeway might." Munching his pasta, he chins a hand at Stiles. "Isn't he fantastic, Bones? I didn't even have to promote him to Official Mascot status, his taste is just that great."

ugh twoof | st au pls.

[studmuffin]

Jim, no. You have to be a cool wolf. He already has Scott for the derpy one. But does that mean he grows up as cool as Bones eventually? Awesome.

Still, he's stupidly pleased and it shows, "I just figured you might need it."

[medicos]

"If you're implying that the great Jim Kirk doesn't know how to cook, then you're right."

Actually, that's completely wrong, because Jim knows how to take care of himself in the most basic sense that he knows how to survive on his own. but Stiles is none the wiser because they never show him cooking on the big screen and McCoy likes to be a little shit to Jim sometimes.

[hischair]

And Jim smiles serenely at his friend, warmth entering into those pretty blue eyes when they swivel to Stiles.

"Now why," he says thoughtfully, slouching next to his dish at a slant that essentially pours him off his stool, inclined toward Stiles, "Why would I need to learn to cook when I've got a pro right here, ready and willing?"

Bones is a little shit? Time to even that score.

[studmuffin]

This is like living an episode of Star Trek. If Star Trek were, y'know, a comedy or soap opera. He's not complaining though, it's awesome and he's radiating dorky happiness.

"I don't mind. Like it's good practice. I wouldn't wanna get rusty. Then U'd set something on fire and that would suck."