↳ Post your character with name, series, and preferences as the subject header. ↳ Reply to other characters, using the RNG (1-7) to choose a bath type from the list below. ↳ Characters bathe. Or other things involving a bath. Anything goes! ↳ Sex and/or triggery material may pop up in threads. Please be conscientious toward your fellow roleplaying buddies!
1. Bubble Bath ;
Here, the characters are sharing a humongous bubble bath with all the froth they can handle. The scent is delicious, the water is warm—go on, enjoy yourselves!
2. Shower ;
Perhaps not as fun as a bubble bath, but hey, at least it's built to accommodate two. Don’t slip!
3. Hot Tub ;
A whirlpool of warmth and—mm. Don't mind me. I'll just be sinking in.
4. Hot Springs ;
An outdoors bath is good, too, right? Or maybe this is part of a hotel. Either way, it sure is steamy.
5. Decadent Bath ;
There could be bubbles here, or maybe just those wonderful smelling oils and salts. Aww, yeah. This bath probably cost a small fortune, so you should enjoy it while it lasts.
6. Lake ;
In case the hot springs weren't rugged enough for you, here's an actual lake, complete with waterfall for all your rinsing pleasures.
[ She accepts the towel, wrapping it around her bosom gingerly. A hand goes to pull the curtain back, before both hands meet Stiles' shoulders, to help herself get out without falling and cracking her head open. ]
I can just wear my bra and pants. Don't sweat it.
[ She feels like she's already been such a pain to him, stealing his clothes would not be good to add onto the list of things she owes him for. She steps out of the tub, a hand still on his shoulder while she pushes the hair out of her face.
When she looks up, they are Kind Of close together, and Erica stares at his face for just a second longer than what would be considered normal, before leaning in and...
Tapping a finger lightly, to his cheek. ]
How long have you been up? You look awful - no offense.
[ Easy, he murmurs needlessly, and curls his hands around wherever is the least likely to be inappropriate, helping her out of the shower.
Still, when she says that, he blinks at her, not quite comprehending. ]
Uh, I don't know if that's a good idea.
[ First off, her pants are disgusting and no one should need to wear those, and second, no. nope nope nope. ]
My dad will probably have a heart attack if he comes home and you're only wearing a bra and your pants and 'sides, they need to be washed if you're gonna wear them.
[ HEY and he even has an excuse to avoid that question. Stiles makes sure she's steady and then vanishes, reappearing with a pair of thick flannel pants and a tshirt that'll be laughably large on her, cringing a little. ]
[ Don't think she didn't notice him avoiding that question. She'll get back to it later, don't you worry.
While he's gone, Erica collects her clothes off the floor, not wanting to get back up when she bends over - too tired, too dead to do much else. She does, though, and after fishing through her pockets for a second, she finds a hair tie to up-do her hair with.
He comes back, and she hands off her clothes - pants, bra, and undies. The shirt's getting torched later. Honestly, she wouldn't be mad if all those clothes got torched, but if he's offering, she won't turn him down. She accepts his clothes with a nod of appreciation. ]
You make such a good wife, Stiles. [ She winks at him, hugging the clothes to her chest. It'd be funny if she kissed his cheek right then, she thinks, but decides against it because - whoa, pump the breaks there, romance feelings. ]
[ Stiles does a rather fabulous job of not blushing and not looking and wow, he deserves a medal, okay, it's amazing how good he's being and how he's totally not gonna look at all.
The clothes get taken, tossed into the wash not far away, and he tosses in his own clothing as an afterthought. Whatever, not like it'll matter. Once he's back, his eyebrows narrow at her, and he makes a face. ]
I'd be an awesome husband, okay, let's be real here.
[ In the short spans he's gone in, Erica manages to slip the shirt on over her head, while she catches the towel in her hand. He comes in before she slips the pants on, but the shirt is long enough to cover her... everything, so it's okay. ]
What makes you say that? [ They're talking a lot about babies, aren't they? Ah, well. If he's not going to point it out, she won't either. ] Can't imagine it's natural, fatherly charm.
[ She pants the towel to her head to get rid of the dripping water, using the wall as a something to ground herself on, yet again. Thank the lord for walls, or something. ]
[ Okay, good, no aneurism on his part, this is going well. ]
Nah, I mean, I take care of my dad. Can't be any worse than that.
[ Seriously, he worries about his dad just about as much as his dad worries about him, probably more because Stiles knows what's out there and his dad is blissfully, thankfully unaware. ]
You hungry? We don't have a whole lot but we can go get something to eat if you feel up to it, or I can just run and grab something.
[ There's something very heartwarming about that - women do like a man who can take care of the people he loves! - and Erica only manages out a smile. Sure, he'd be a good father, he can have that one. ]
A bit. [ She shrugs. She's eaten a couple scraps in the past few months, so it's a bit of an understatement. ]
Why don't I find something while you take a nap? [ Not that she's any more suited to go out - walking around, mind you - to go get food. But she'd prefer if it was her, rather than trouble him. A lot of things have changed in her transformation, but that's one thing that stayed - her sympathy for good people. ] Looking at your bags is making me tired.
[ Except he doesn't think that fatherhood is even remotely likely A) ever, and B) ever ever. ]
How much is a bit?
[ Also what. Stiles squints at her, like he's not quite sure what she's suggesting. There's no way she's really suggesting that she goes out when the alphas are running around. That's dumb. That's ten kinds of dumb, so dumb he can't even explain. ]
I don't need a nap. [ And he is totally convincing with the circles under his eyes and his hair all mussed and the wrinkles in his clothes. ] Actually, no, we'll just order pizza. My dad will love us, we haven't had pizza in ages.
[ IT'S TERRIBLE FOR HIM and it's too early for pizza but Stiles is pretty sure there's somewhere that will let them order pizza. ]
Pizza works for me. Put whatever you like on it. [ There's a hand wave towards him. She likes whatever, and carbs aren't a thing she has to worry about anymore. Pile on the stuff, because she is starving. ] Also - while we're on the subject of your father. Do we have to come up with a story for why I'm here?
[ She says it while she plops down on the toilet without grace, fitting the pants on her legs with a certain amount of laziness. Eating something warm and then napping sounds like a dream right now, and the fact that it's at Stiles' house is just... let's call it a cherry on top. Even if she feels sucky, like she's about to die, this is a good way to go out. ]
And - am I spending the night? Or did Derek say he'd come and get me? [ There are a lot of questions she hadn't thought about until now - mainly how she was going to get back home or if she was. They'd probably have to find a new place since the Alpha's have their scents now, so how's she supposed to find that? She's not exactly on her A-Game right now. ]
this is where i curse only watching the show 1 time, i forget so much.
Okay. And uhh, well. I'll think of something. Let him know that you're hanging out after what happened.
[ Which is really sobering and depressing and not what he wants to think about, but he soldiers on, fumbling his cell phone out of his pocket, flicking it open. ]
Derek's probably busy with Boyd and Cora- [ Though he pauses, glancing at her hesitantly. ] I can bring you over there if you want. If Boyd's awake he'd probably wanna see you.
i am in that boat with you, never fear. i rewatch cute episodes and that's it. :'(
You'd bring me over there while the Alphas are still at large?
[ There's a face that says 'really. really.', but at the mention of Boyd, she softens up a bit. She wants to see him. Very, very badly actually, check and make sure he's okay - say she's so sorry for leaving him. That she wishes she could've protected him. But - there's a risk and reward involved. Risk is getting brutally murdered by werewolves, reward is seeing Boyd.
They're not exactly even - not a smart chance to take. ]
If he's up we - we can talk on the phone for now. You're committing suicide if you step out of this house tonight.
I finished TW all in one weekend and then the next week was new eps lMFAO so i need to rewatch
Uh, I gotta say that as much as Derek isn't winning pack dad awards, if we're gonna be anywhere, over there with everyone else will probably be safest. S'up to you, though.
[ But she's got a good point. He's not even sure if ordering pizza is a good idea, truthfully, but he purses his lips, and instead offers her an arm with a goofy smile. ]
Here, let's get downstairs. Maybe I'll find something down there and we don't have to risk the pizza guy. If uh, if you wanna call him-?
[ And his stomach growls loudly in protest but whatever, he'll live for another ten minutes. He offers her his phone, smiling quick and fleeting. ]
kjajsld IMPRESSIVE. i should actually do that too probably ;a;
[ It comes into her mind that since the Alphas have her scent, they'll be tracking her here, putting Stiles and his father in danger. She can't really live with that guilt so - whenever she has a moment she might try slipping out a window or something. Not that she'd make it far, or anywhere really, but she couldn't bring those monsters here, not to him.
She accepts his arm and his phone, fingers gliding over the buttons easily enough to dial Derek's number. She hovers over the send button. Erica's not even sure what she's supposed to say to Boyd or to anyone. Talking with Stiles is easy enough, but everyone else is... complicated. Majorly.
1, 2, 3, she presses the button holding it up to her ear with an expression like someone shot her in her chest. In one ring, Derek answers the phone. ]
Hey, it's Erica. Is - is Boyd --
[ Turns out he is awake, so sorry Stiles, you might have a sobbing blondie on your hands in a minute. ]
LMFAO well it's not helpful for remembering little things. i apologize in advance for lack of pract
[ He eases her down the stairs, gentle, and ushes her to the couch with a slight frown, careful not to move too fast. It's weird, doing this, but it's not bad. Mostly, he's just so grateful that she's okay, when it comes down to it.
He tries to settle her onto the couch just as Derek answers, and then stares mutely because oh god please don't cry he's really not the best at this, isn't Lydia proof of that? ]
...Erica--? Uh-
noooo no apologies. i think your stiles is really really great!!!
[ Just hearing his voice is enough to make her tear up, biting back her lip to stop her from sobbing. Boyd is calm on the other end of the phone - not in as bad as shape as Erica was, but still hurt.
The short conversation largely consists of Erica attempting to say she's sorry and getting cut off half way through, asking if he was okay, if he needed anything, if he was feeling any better than he was the last time she asked. Eventually, she tells Boyd to get some sleep, to eat something, to take care of himself. Tears are falling, but she's fighting not to make a sound - not to worry him.
Somewhere in the conversation, Erica's hand went out and subconsciously grabbed Stiles', while she fought back tears.
They say goodbye, good night, and Erica hangs up the phone. She doesn't look at Stiles, just wipes the screen of his phone on her knee, and hands it back over to him. ]
Thanks. [ Her hand is still on his, by the way. ]
practice* and LMFAO AWW thank you i'm glad flskfjsf
[ Ohhhh god his life. Stiles gingerly reaches out once she's grabbing his hand, and he curls his fingers around hers, stroking back and forth anxiously while she clearly tries not to cry. Some girls, he might hug them, might try and comfort them but he doesn't think that it's going to help with Erica, not with how proud she is. He can't blame her.
Instead, he sits there, quiet, and takes the phone, patting her hand a little awkwardly. ]
D'you...need anything? Water, painkillers, um. Mi casa es su casa and all that.
of course askdj!! :') he's actually spot on i love him falls
[ She looks over at him then and grins, trying her hardest to look genuine. She squeezes his hand before taking hers back, using it to wipe off the tears running down her cheeks and rub the tiredness from her eyes. She doesn't feel bad about crying here as she normally would - she deserves to be sad and upset and look ugly and gross. She betrayed Derek and abandoned Boyd. Erica's pretty sure she's not winning friend of the year this year. ]
I'd like to be able to walk normally too, but. Good things to those who wait. [ She shrugs, lifting her knees up to her chest so she can hug them closely. ]
i keep incoherently keymashing about your erica on plurk SO WE'RE EVEN Y/Y/MFY
[ She looks tired and worn and like she's had a helluva few months, but she doesn't look bad. Stiles' eyes linger on her an extra moment too long, and then he shakes himself out of it with a bright, cheery smile, because he's got this. He can do this, he can play host and make sure everything is taken care of. Arguably this is the way easier job than what the others have to deal with. ]
Food'll help. Not that I'm like, an expert on what happened, but it...doesn't seem like a real stretch.
[ He waves a hand idly, and goes poking around in the kitchen. His dad snuck french fries in there - did he think he wouldn't notice, yeesh. Stiles tosses those out (YOU'LL THANK ME LATER, DAD) and cringes a little. They have....cereal and cheetos, and burger fixings, he supposes. That's actually pretty easy. ]
Uhh, hey, what are your feelings on burgers? I don't think we have anything 'sides cheddar cheese, but we've got buns and burger meat and salad and I think there's a tomato...somewhere...?
MFY I'M DOING THE SAME to my friend who knows nothing about teen wolf (aha)...........
[ She stays in her spot on the couch, looking forward to the wall, at nothing. She's not lost in her thoughts, so much as she keeps repeating the same thing over in her brain - what sort of a friend am I? - and not having any answer to that.
After staying sitting up for, probably a minute, Erica groans and falls on the couch, curling up in a ball to silence the burn inside. When he speaks, she raises up a hand to let him know she's still, y'know. Alive, and stuff. ]
I have strong feelings on burgers. [ There's a snort. ] I have a deep emotional connection with burgers. I love burgers - especially right now.
LMFAO both my roomies have been watching it so they have to deal w/ my screaming irl
[ Burgers sound fucking awesome. Stiles snags the package of meat and starts fixing it, grabbing what he needs, between salt and pepper and Worcestershire sauce, glancing back at her to make sure she hasn't left. ]
[ His dad had moaned about how it wasn't fair that Stiles was making hamburgers with the leanest meat he could find, but it was burgers, okay, it tasted awesome no matter what, that was the good part of burgers. Once he's got them sizzling in a pan, Stiles ambles back out and sees her curled up on the couch. Her hair is probably chilly while it's that wet, and Stiles, well, he can do this. He can totally do this.
He goes into one of the closets nearby and drags out a thick, hideously plaid monstrosity that his dad used to make him keep in the car when he'd drive too late at night, and gently drops it on top of her hips and legs. ]
If you fall asleep, I promise I'll only be like 10% offended and I'll even save you a burger or two.
HELLO STILES-MUN'S ROOMIES shout out everyone gets involved in this lovely thread ;////;
Uh, I'm not falling asleep unless you're falling asleep.
[ And she means that, and she's being 100% serious even when she moves to cuddle up in the blanket, making sure her toes are covered from the chilly air. Even when she closes her eyes - yes, even then! - she's still determined not to fall asleep. If one of them is napping it's definitely going to be Stiles, because he deserves it, instead of being Erica's little nanny. Not that she's complaining, hello, you can make food for her anytime, Stiles.. ]
... You know that comment about you being a good wife? [ She doesn't move, just speaks from where she's at in her little ball. ] You're kind of living up to it - it smells great by the way.
[ She'd probably even eat it raw but. Let's be honest, that's the wolf talking. ]
they say hellooooo. ALSO SWEET JESUS i am sleeping before midnight or so help me
[ DON'T THINK HE DIDN'T CONSIDER IT and then get kind of weirded out because he's pretty sure Scott'd do it too and sometimes those wolfy aspects are a little...strange.
He takes it like a champ, though. ]
Not tired!
[ He calls it from the kitchen, flipping the burgers over with a fresh sizzle, only to hiss shit when the grease splatters onto his hand and he licks his finger with a glare at the skillet.
The buns get toasted in the oven until they're crispy, and he makes two burgers with everything, bringing them back out, rolling his eyes. ] Stilinski house rule, anyone who calls Stiles a wife lives a burger free life. Thankfully we don't know anyone like that.
o7 it's already too late for me, i can't make that promise LMAO
[ Burgers are literally, probably, the only thing that could get Erica to sit up right now. She struggles minimally to get in her vertical position, pulling the blanket over her shoulders to warm her up. Thank you, Stiles. ]
No sir, no one like that around here. [ She gives him an all-knowing smirk, very... well, happy to be in his presence. He's just one of those people. You can't be upset around him.
Or you can, and want to punch him in the face, ah -- ]
Because - as you know - you're the Batman to my Catwoman. Duh. [ She spreads her arm out to make room on the couch, beneath the blanket, nodding with her head in case he didn't quite get the gesture. Batman and Catwoman. Yeah, she likes the sound of that.
Though, she's pretty sure Batman doesn't make Catwoman burgers. Like at least 30% positive. ]
[ He'd adjust it but that. Might be weird. He doesn't know, okay, this is not something that actively happens, his life is not like Scott's, the big dumb jerk. (Actually, that's for the best, Stiles doesn't envy him for it, he's just glad that he's there to try and keep him out of trouble.)
Stiles settles in next to her, a solid foot of space between them, and then hops back up, bouncing onto the balls of his feet with the movement. ]
Yeah, well. [ He tries to totally not look pleased at that comparison, flashing a quicksilver smile. ] Does Catwoman want soda or water or milk? [ And he pauses, cringing. ] That last one sounded way creepier than intended, just so you know.
[ Well, since he got up again she's not going to keep being cold to save his spot. She rewraps herself in the blanket not. Not even trying to cover her laughing at him, though. ]
Soda please, Batman. [ There's a teasing flair in her voice as she says it, and it's not long before she reaching for one of those burgers, crying inwardly because there's only two and she's going to eat his if he doesn't hurry.
... she thinks about waiting to eat for when he gets back but. Nah. She bites into the burger and now she could die a perfect death. Even if Gordon Ramsay didn't make it, even if it's healthy meat, it's delicious because she's starving, and didn't really realize how hungry she was until she got some food.
She's still a lady though. Eating it nicely and not like a savage, like how her wolf wants her to go at it. ]
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I can just wear my bra and pants. Don't sweat it.
[ She feels like she's already been such a pain to him, stealing his clothes would not be good to add onto the list of things she owes him for. She steps out of the tub, a hand still on his shoulder while she pushes the hair out of her face.
When she looks up, they are Kind Of close together, and Erica stares at his face for just a second longer than what would be considered normal, before leaning in and...
Tapping a finger lightly, to his cheek. ]
How long have you been up? You look awful - no offense.
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Still, when she says that, he blinks at her, not quite comprehending. ]
Uh, I don't know if that's a good idea.
[ First off, her pants are disgusting and no one should need to wear those, and second, no. nope nope nope. ]
My dad will probably have a heart attack if he comes home and you're only wearing a bra and your pants and 'sides, they need to be washed if you're gonna wear them.
[ HEY and he even has an excuse to avoid that question. Stiles makes sure she's steady and then vanishes, reappearing with a pair of thick flannel pants and a tshirt that'll be laughably large on her, cringing a little. ]
Here, gimme your clothes, I'll wash 'em.
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While he's gone, Erica collects her clothes off the floor, not wanting to get back up when she bends over - too tired, too dead to do much else. She does, though, and after fishing through her pockets for a second, she finds a hair tie to up-do her hair with.
He comes back, and she hands off her clothes - pants, bra, and undies. The shirt's getting torched later. Honestly, she wouldn't be mad if all those clothes got torched, but if he's offering, she won't turn him down. She accepts his clothes with a nod of appreciation. ]
You make such a good wife, Stiles. [ She winks at him, hugging the clothes to her chest. It'd be funny if she kissed his cheek right then, she thinks, but decides against it because - whoa, pump the breaks there, romance feelings. ]
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The clothes get taken, tossed into the wash not far away, and he tosses in his own clothing as an afterthought. Whatever, not like it'll matter. Once he's back, his eyebrows narrow at her, and he makes a face. ]
I'd be an awesome husband, okay, let's be real here.
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What makes you say that? [ They're talking a lot about babies, aren't they? Ah, well. If he's not going to point it out, she won't either. ] Can't imagine it's natural, fatherly charm.
[ She pants the towel to her head to get rid of the dripping water, using the wall as a something to ground herself on, yet again. Thank the lord for walls, or something. ]
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Nah, I mean, I take care of my dad. Can't be any worse than that.
[ Seriously, he worries about his dad just about as much as his dad worries about him, probably more because Stiles knows what's out there and his dad is blissfully, thankfully unaware. ]
You hungry? We don't have a whole lot but we can go get something to eat if you feel up to it, or I can just run and grab something.
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A bit. [ She shrugs. She's eaten a couple scraps in the past few months, so it's a bit of an understatement. ]
Why don't I find something while you take a nap? [ Not that she's any more suited to go out - walking around, mind you - to go get food. But she'd prefer if it was her, rather than trouble him. A lot of things have changed in her transformation, but that's one thing that stayed - her sympathy for good people. ] Looking at your bags is making me tired.
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How much is a bit?
[ Also what. Stiles squints at her, like he's not quite sure what she's suggesting. There's no way she's really suggesting that she goes out when the alphas are running around. That's dumb. That's ten kinds of dumb, so dumb he can't even explain. ]
I don't need a nap. [ And he is totally convincing with the circles under his eyes and his hair all mussed and the wrinkles in his clothes. ] Actually, no, we'll just order pizza. My dad will love us, we haven't had pizza in ages.
[ IT'S TERRIBLE FOR HIM and it's too early for pizza but Stiles is pretty sure there's somewhere that will let them order pizza. ]
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Pizza works for me. Put whatever you like on it. [ There's a hand wave towards him. She likes whatever, and carbs aren't a thing she has to worry about anymore. Pile on the stuff, because she is starving. ] Also - while we're on the subject of your father. Do we have to come up with a story for why I'm here?
[ She says it while she plops down on the toilet without grace, fitting the pants on her legs with a certain amount of laziness. Eating something warm and then napping sounds like a dream right now, and the fact that it's at Stiles' house is just... let's call it a cherry on top. Even if she feels sucky, like she's about to die, this is a good way to go out. ]
And - am I spending the night? Or did Derek say he'd come and get me? [ There are a lot of questions she hadn't thought about until now - mainly how she was going to get back home or if she was. They'd probably have to find a new place since the Alpha's have their scents now, so how's she supposed to find that? She's not exactly on her A-Game right now. ]
this is where i curse only watching the show 1 time, i forget so much.
Okay. And uhh, well. I'll think of something. Let him know that you're hanging out after what happened.
[ Which is really sobering and depressing and not what he wants to think about, but he soldiers on, fumbling his cell phone out of his pocket, flicking it open. ]
Derek's probably busy with Boyd and Cora- [ Though he pauses, glancing at her hesitantly. ] I can bring you over there if you want. If Boyd's awake he'd probably wanna see you.
i am in that boat with you, never fear. i rewatch cute episodes and that's it. :'(
[ There's a face that says 'really. really.', but at the mention of Boyd, she softens up a bit. She wants to see him. Very, very badly actually, check and make sure he's okay - say she's so sorry for leaving him. That she wishes she could've protected him. But - there's a risk and reward involved. Risk is getting brutally murdered by werewolves, reward is seeing Boyd.
They're not exactly even - not a smart chance to take. ]
If he's up we - we can talk on the phone for now. You're committing suicide if you step out of this house tonight.
I finished TW all in one weekend and then the next week was new eps lMFAO so i need to rewatch
[ But she's got a good point. He's not even sure if ordering pizza is a good idea, truthfully, but he purses his lips, and instead offers her an arm with a goofy smile. ]
Here, let's get downstairs. Maybe I'll find something down there and we don't have to risk the pizza guy. If uh, if you wanna call him-?
[ And his stomach growls loudly in protest but whatever, he'll live for another ten minutes. He offers her his phone, smiling quick and fleeting. ]
kjajsld IMPRESSIVE. i should actually do that too probably ;a;
She accepts his arm and his phone, fingers gliding over the buttons easily enough to dial Derek's number. She hovers over the send button. Erica's not even sure what she's supposed to say to Boyd or to anyone. Talking with Stiles is easy enough, but everyone else is... complicated. Majorly.
1, 2, 3, she presses the button holding it up to her ear with an expression like someone shot her in her chest. In one ring, Derek answers the phone. ]
Hey, it's Erica. Is - is Boyd --
[ Turns out he is awake, so sorry Stiles, you might have a sobbing blondie on your hands in a minute. ]
LMFAO well it's not helpful for remembering little things. i apologize in advance for lack of pract
He tries to settle her onto the couch just as Derek answers, and then stares mutely because oh god please don't cry he's really not the best at this, isn't Lydia proof of that? ]
...Erica--? Uh-
noooo no apologies. i think your stiles is really really great!!!
[ Just hearing his voice is enough to make her tear up, biting back her lip to stop her from sobbing. Boyd is calm on the other end of the phone - not in as bad as shape as Erica was, but still hurt.
The short conversation largely consists of Erica attempting to say she's sorry and getting cut off half way through, asking if he was okay, if he needed anything, if he was feeling any better than he was the last time she asked. Eventually, she tells Boyd to get some sleep, to eat something, to take care of himself. Tears are falling, but she's fighting not to make a sound - not to worry him.
Somewhere in the conversation, Erica's hand went out and subconsciously grabbed Stiles', while she fought back tears.
They say goodbye, good night, and Erica hangs up the phone. She doesn't look at Stiles, just wipes the screen of his phone on her knee, and hands it back over to him. ]
Thanks. [ Her hand is still on his, by the way. ]
practice* and LMFAO AWW thank you i'm glad flskfjsf
Instead, he sits there, quiet, and takes the phone, patting her hand a little awkwardly. ]
D'you...need anything? Water, painkillers, um. Mi casa es su casa and all that.
of course askdj!! :') he's actually spot on i love him falls
[ She looks over at him then and grins, trying her hardest to look genuine. She squeezes his hand before taking hers back, using it to wipe off the tears running down her cheeks and rub the tiredness from her eyes. She doesn't feel bad about crying here as she normally would - she deserves to be sad and upset and look ugly and gross. She betrayed Derek and abandoned Boyd. Erica's pretty sure she's not winning friend of the year this year. ]
I'd like to be able to walk normally too, but. Good things to those who wait. [ She shrugs, lifting her knees up to her chest so she can hug them closely. ]
i keep incoherently keymashing about your erica on plurk SO WE'RE EVEN Y/Y/MFY
[ She looks tired and worn and like she's had a helluva few months, but she doesn't look bad. Stiles' eyes linger on her an extra moment too long, and then he shakes himself out of it with a bright, cheery smile, because he's got this. He can do this, he can play host and make sure everything is taken care of. Arguably this is the way easier job than what the others have to deal with. ]
Food'll help. Not that I'm like, an expert on what happened, but it...doesn't seem like a real stretch.
[ He waves a hand idly, and goes poking around in the kitchen. His dad snuck french fries in there - did he think he wouldn't notice, yeesh. Stiles tosses those out (YOU'LL THANK ME LATER, DAD) and cringes a little. They have....cereal and cheetos, and burger fixings, he supposes. That's actually pretty easy. ]
Uhh, hey, what are your feelings on burgers? I don't think we have anything 'sides cheddar cheese, but we've got buns and burger meat and salad and I think there's a tomato...somewhere...?
MFY I'M DOING THE SAME to my friend who knows nothing about teen wolf (aha)...........
After staying sitting up for, probably a minute, Erica groans and falls on the couch, curling up in a ball to silence the burn inside. When he speaks, she raises up a hand to let him know she's still, y'know. Alive, and stuff. ]
I have strong feelings on burgers. [ There's a snort. ] I have a deep emotional connection with burgers. I love burgers - especially right now.
LMFAO both my roomies have been watching it so they have to deal w/ my screaming irl
Cool, 'cause burgers are... well, pretty easy. Don't expect Ramsay-level stuff here, though.
[ His dad had moaned about how it wasn't fair that Stiles was making hamburgers with the leanest meat he could find, but it was burgers, okay, it tasted awesome no matter what, that was the good part of burgers. Once he's got them sizzling in a pan, Stiles ambles back out and sees her curled up on the couch. Her hair is probably chilly while it's that wet, and Stiles, well, he can do this. He can totally do this.
He goes into one of the closets nearby and drags out a thick, hideously plaid monstrosity that his dad used to make him keep in the car when he'd drive too late at night, and gently drops it on top of her hips and legs. ]
If you fall asleep, I promise I'll only be like 10% offended and I'll even save you a burger or two.
HELLO STILES-MUN'S ROOMIES shout out everyone gets involved in this lovely thread ;////;
[ And she means that, and she's being 100% serious even when she moves to cuddle up in the blanket, making sure her toes are covered from the chilly air. Even when she closes her eyes - yes, even then! - she's still determined not to fall asleep. If one of them is napping it's definitely going to be Stiles, because he deserves it, instead of being Erica's little nanny. Not that she's complaining, hello, you can make food for her anytime, Stiles.. ]
... You know that comment about you being a good wife? [ She doesn't move, just speaks from where she's at in her little ball. ] You're kind of living up to it - it smells great by the way.
[ She'd probably even eat it raw but. Let's be honest, that's the wolf talking. ]
they say hellooooo. ALSO SWEET JESUS i am sleeping before midnight or so help me
He takes it like a champ, though. ]
Not tired!
[ He calls it from the kitchen, flipping the burgers over with a fresh sizzle, only to hiss shit when the grease splatters onto his hand and he licks his finger with a glare at the skillet.
The buns get toasted in the oven until they're crispy, and he makes two burgers with everything, bringing them back out, rolling his eyes. ] Stilinski house rule, anyone who calls Stiles a wife lives a burger free life. Thankfully we don't know anyone like that.
o7 it's already too late for me, i can't make that promise LMAO
No sir, no one like that around here. [ She gives him an all-knowing smirk, very... well, happy to be in his presence. He's just one of those people. You can't be upset around him.
Or you can, and want to punch him in the face, ah -- ]
Because - as you know - you're the Batman to my Catwoman. Duh. [ She spreads her arm out to make room on the couch, beneath the blanket, nodding with her head in case he didn't quite get the gesture. Batman and Catwoman. Yeah, she likes the sound of that.
Though, she's pretty sure Batman doesn't make Catwoman burgers. Like at least 30% positive. ]
sob what am being an adult
Stiles settles in next to her, a solid foot of space between them, and then hops back up, bouncing onto the balls of his feet with the movement. ]
Yeah, well. [ He tries to totally not look pleased at that comparison, flashing a quicksilver smile. ] Does Catwoman want soda or water or milk? [ And he pauses, cringing. ] That last one sounded way creepier than intended, just so you know.
same same i'm making good choices with my life
Soda please, Batman. [ There's a teasing flair in her voice as she says it, and it's not long before she reaching for one of those burgers, crying inwardly because there's only two and she's going to eat his if he doesn't hurry.
... she thinks about waiting to eat for when he gets back but. Nah. She bites into the burger and now she could die a perfect death. Even if Gordon Ramsay didn't make it, even if it's healthy meat, it's delicious because she's starving, and didn't really realize how hungry she was until she got some food.
She's still a lady though. Eating it nicely and not like a savage, like how her wolf wants her to go at it. ]
awyeah
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omg passing out now NIGHT
NIGHT, NOW MORNING :')
Re: NIGHT, NOW MORNING :')
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SHH ERICA DON'T ASK QUESTIONS
HOW RUDE
itp stiles makes things awkward v. fast
how ic huffs loudly
AND THEY WERE DOING SO WELL.
i blame stiles 10000%!!! ;;
CRIES INTO HANDS no guys go back to awkward cuddling
erica uses GUILT THE JERK
IT'S SUPER EFFECTIVE.
:') but also :'(
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GOOD MORNING we have clients on site so i will be slow sobs
THAT'S OKAY i was poo at tagging yesterday sob
s'all good :)