THE RETURN OF THE HEATWAVE

[memeswearhouse]

It's like a heatwave burning in my heart

holy crap it wasn't that hot out last week. Now suddenly the mercury's skyrocketing and you have to find some way to beat the heat

Scenarios listed below for those who want 'em.

i WHERE:
001 PLAYGROUND - man that asphault is a killer. Better try and find some cover quick
002 AT HOME - Ac's broken. it's too hot. And opening a window seems to have no effect.
003 POOL -Ah the perfect place to cool off... and check out some babes ;D
004 CLASS - The hours seem to tick by that much more slowly when the temperature is on the rise....
005 LOCKED OUT - Crap. Where did you put your keys. Did you REALLY manage to lock yourself out on the hottest day of the year?
006 WILD CARD - Anyway you want it


ii HOW:
001 SHADE - Not perfect. But it will have to do..
002 UMBRELLA - Hey. It's not girlie if you don't want the UV rays to get to your skin
003 FAN - Hey, it serves the double purpose of cooling you down and making weird alien voices!
004 ICE CREAM - Maybe a sweet treat will help? I call dibs on the otter pop
005 SPRINKLERS - Let's get runnin' through those sprinklers
006 SODA POP - Fizzy and refreshing.
007 STRIPPING - It's gettin' hot in heeere. So take off all yo' clothes~
008 NONE - Nothin' but you and your hand. Not in that way you pervert.
009 WILD CARD - that's the way you need it


iii WHEN:
001 MORNING - Is it really even worth getting out of bed if it's this hot out?
002 NOON TIME - The worst time of day, sun right over head.
003 AFTERNOON - Sun is setting and it may be beautiful but can it be a little less hot and beautiful?
004 NIGHT - And it's night. And not cooling down. At all. Good luck getting any sleep.
005 WILD CARD - Anyway you want it.



>> POST with your character
>> TAG others, use RNG if you need to, or just make up your own scenario if you want!
>> HAVE FUN.

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Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | OTA

[teenyoda]

[excessive]

The temperature was beyond records. Okay maybe only one degree over, but to Isaac it feels like a million degrees. Everything is irritating, his tee is sticking to him and he just wants to take the damn thing off. Not to mention his jeans. A freezer and his boxers sound nice about now.

So does a soda. Something cold and maybe close to icy and wet and... and the damn maschine wasn't giving up the soda though it took his money.

Growling, his eyes flashing ochre for a moment, he punched the machine. Hard. His claws cut into the veneer, turning the sign more into diet oke really.

[teenyoda]

Stiles was behind Isaac at the machine, also thirsting for something cold and delicious and full of carbonated goodness. He could almost taste it, smacking his lips in anticipation when he noticed the growling and the punching and the... whoa.

"Hey, hey, hey, Wolfzilla. Ixnay on the iolencevay in school. What's the problem?"

Aside from the front of the machine looking like it had been attacked by a caffeine deprived grizzly. Good job, Isaac.

[excessive]

Isaac turned, for a moment not even thinking straight. Then things caught up with him. Stiles. School. Claws. Wait, one of these things isn't like the other. At least not when everyone else wasn't in class. Or he wasn't tormenting someone. Or protecting his life.

Really he was starting to have a lot of reasons to have claws in school.

"But Wolfzilla is okay but violence got pig latin," he asked, arching a brow though his eyes were baby blue again and hands all human like. "I'm... I mean it stole my money and I'm thirsty and if this heat doesn't break I think I'm going to lose it."

Which was a good answer. Besides the whole life has gotten weird and twisted thing.

[teenyoda]

"It was a theme. I was going with a theme." That he had to explain that just made him want to roll his eyes. "That's because you pushed it wrong. You have to push the top corner and drag it over to the other side. It's a dumb button, but that's how it works."

He demonstrated for him, pushing and sliding over. The machine whirred and thudded out a can into the receptacle. "See? There's your oh so delicious soda. Now move so I can get mine. You're not the only one affected by the crazy eww heat."

[excessive]

Isaac stepped back, watching Stiles. He arched a brow, looking still pissed and entirely unconvinced. "What? Is there a damn guide to this," he asked. He didn't buy a lot of sodas. Not before he left his dad. Sodas were outside of training, and now they were outside of his money range most days. Today though, all he wanted was cold. Anything cold. A damn ice bath might be nice. Maybe.

"Yep, useless machine. That's helpful," he muttered, though he reached down for the soda. "I guess... thanks." He was cranky and not even trying to hide it.

[teenyoda]

"Are your panties riding a bit high or something. You seem more wrathfully rage filled than usual." He paid for his own orange soda and cracked the lid when he got it, taking a deep chug and making a far too pleased and semi-obscene noise in appreciation.

Then he belched.

[excessive]

"Actually going commando but thanks for asking," he muttered, rubbing the can over the back of his neck. "And that was utterly sexy. Yep. Or, you know, making me sick. Take your pick."

He paused though, wincing. "Right. Not your fault. I'm just going to harass you.'

[teenyoda]

Stiles paused for a second, eyes flicking down against his will before he looked back up at Isaac. "Dude. Commando? In this heat? That was way more than I ever wanted to know about you. P.S., you're not sitting in my jeep. I don't want your nasty crotch sweat seeping through your pants into my precious faux faux leather."

He took another sip, watching Isaac trying to cool down. "Why don't you just go grab a shower?"

[excessive]

He rolled his eyes, making a sound that was conspiciously like a growl. "Some of us make do with what we have. I was dealing with other shit last night and didn't get to do laundry but hey, thanks for giving the homeless guy shit about it."

Not that he was quite homeless anymore. At least for the time being. "And I can walk back to Derek's. Thanks."

He was in a mood and trying to fight it and finding it a losing battle. "Because I still have to walk home," he pointed out. "Seems like a waste of cooling off."

[teenyoda]

He did feel bad about the laundry thing. Hot Isaac was apparently bitchy-grumpy Isaac as well. "Look, go grab a shower and I'll give you a ride home. That way I won't have ball sweat in my jeep and you can not bite someone's head off on the way home. Sound good? Yeah, I thought so. Go on, run along."

[excessive]

He stared at Stiles for a long moment as if expecting there to be some twist to this. "You are obsessing a lot with my crotch," he said, popping the soda and taking a long drink. He made a face. "Already too hot," he sighed.

"Fine. I'll meet you by the Jeep after. Stop acting like I'm six. Six year olds don't shred soda machines." He paused, considering that. "Oh God. Did Derek shift as a kid? I mean, imagine a little Derek with facial hair and claws. He'd look like Wolverine."

[teenyoda]

He paused with the soda halfway to his mouth, looking at Isaac like he'd just grown fifteen extra heads, all with garish makeup. "Dude. Why would you put that in my head? First I have to actually make reference to your crotch and now you're making me picture wee Derek mauling shoes calling everyone 'Bub'."

[excessive]

"Then stop being a dick and thinking about my dick, or I'm going to start talking about Derek potty training," He said, smirking as he hitched his backpack higher up on his back.

[teenyoda]

"I wasn't thinking about your dick. I was thinking about your raunchy commando having ball sweat. There's a difference, you know." He glared at Isaac. "Do that and I'll tell him that you were talking about his training diapers."

[excessive]

"No, I'm not seeing a difference," he teased, smirking at him. Now he was utterly being a dick, but he wasn't angry or violent. At least for now. "You would say those words to him? Really?"

[teenyoda]

He was ignoring that first comment. He sees your dickishness, Isaac. "I would. 'Hey, Derek. So, we were at school and Isaac totally called you a baby wolverine and started going on about potty training and pull ups."

[excessive]

"And then you'll be standing there when Baby Wolvie swings," he pointed out, seeming amused. "Are you enjoying these scenarios yet?" Yeah, the heat was seriously getting to him.

[teenyoda]

"He'd push me. He wouldn't hit me. I'm too fragile. Like priceless China. Priceless, given how often I pull your furry butts out of the fire. Now, go shower and stop being Harris Junior."

[excessive]

"China is supposed to be a compliment," he asked, arching a brow. "Explain that to m... Hey!"

Yep, now he's just pissed again, glaring. "Whatever."

[teenyoda]

See this, Isaac? This is Stiles sticking his tongue out at you. "Go shower. I'll meet you by the jeep." He gave Isaac a wave and a smirk, feeling like he'd gotten the last word in.

[excessive]

Nope. Not responding to that. Not ever. Instead he just headed back to the locker room to get that shower.

He wasn't gone long. Lingering in the shower always felt stupid. And weird. Not to mention creepy.

Finishing up, he dressed in clothes that weren't as clean as they could be but good enough. Grabbing his bag, he headed out to the parking lot to see if Stiles was still there or bailed on him.

[teenyoda]

It wasn't as if the thought of bailing on Isaac hadn't crept into his mind, but he'd said he'd be there and he was. Hopefully the werewolf was in a better mood though, otherwise Stiles wouldn't have a problem with kicking his ass out while the jeep was still moving.

[excessive]

Isaac was silent though not broody as he came in, sliding into the passenger seat. "So... thanks for not bailing me here," he muttered, looking out the windshield.

[teenyoda]

"Don't thank me yet. Your air conditioning is rolling down your windows and hoping I go fast enough for a breeze." But he started the car when Isaac got in, giving him half of a grin.