studmuffin: (the bite that binds the gift that gives)
"ѕтιleѕ" ѕтιlιnѕĸι - тeen wolғ ([personal profile] studmuffin) wrote in [community profile] tampered2013-07-15 04:08 pm

→ been looking forward to the future,

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.
hischair: (park it.)

[personal profile] hischair 2013-07-26 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
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.