#volatilehearted

[fervidusoculi]

@volatilehearted

Scott was starting to settle into Beacon Hills, he'd had coffee with Stiles and they'd started to spend a bit more time together, but it was still few and far between because he was still settling in. But Scott realized that Stiles might know somewhere he could meet with a group that did sewing or knitting, he could work on his embroidery stuff at home, but he kind of missed having someone to work on it with.

[TEXT]: Hey Stiles, weird question [TEXT]: Well, not really that weird I guess? But still. [TEXT]: Do you know any groups that do embroidery or quilting?

[stcllata]

@volatilehearted wanted a starter.

☆ MCCALL. the very dutiful son has not only been doing laundry for his mother, but he's also been finishing up her meal prep for the busy weekend ahead.

once that's done, he's serving up two gigantic birra burritos, stuffed with all the goods. rice, black beans, esquites, shredded cheese, lettuce and guacamole. there's chips, salsa and sour cream.

of course. not to mention a bottle or two of jarritos, because, what's birra without the soda?

coffee table is spread with the feast. ‘ you've been quiet. ’ and that's concerning. ‘ you know you can talk to me, stiles. ’

[goingtosave]

@volatilehearted

Scott is sitting on the floor--no, wait, now he's lying on the floor. Somehow he manages to look like he's melting down into the patchwork rug, a grumpy expression on his face.

He rarely has a grumpy expression on his face.

There's a beat-up notebook and three pencils near him, and four more pens in various areas of the room, as if they've been tossed. Because they have.

He gives a melodramatic groan.

[a-mint-bear]

Cygnus... Save me, Cysbus... My sinuses... dry...

Also I made some fanart!

I don't usually do comics. I hope this is coherent? LMAO. Poor Cygnus fell in love with a metalhead💔 his big ol' ears don't stand a chance.

I hope I did him justice. He's my favorite haha

im so blessed!!! fanart of my characters is so nice!!! 🥺🥺

Cygnus is frantically but silently going through his research, trying to figure out what sinuses are and how to help

and poor Cyggy lol but as loud as it is, he's still documenting your likes and taking notes on Earth culture (and researching noise-dampening technology that will still let you have your fun

(also, I did another little drawing of Cygnus, just his head, that i was debating posting, will do just that in a moment. im so happy he's your fav! he really needs another story :c )

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Scott and stiles smut

Easy peasy.

The Real Thing by notyourtipicalauthor

(1/1 I 2,090)

"Like what you see?"

"Uh....th-th-that's a very big dick...."

Stiles must have sensed that Scott was pretty nervous, because he moved closer to the true Alpha putting his hands on Scott's crotch, and rubbed his massive dong against Scott's pants. he leaned into his best friend and whispered in his ears,

"Don't worry slut, I'll take good care of you."

A Friend in Heat is a Friend Indeed by idratherwrite

(1/1 I 2,353)

Stiles worries he's gonna have to spend his first heat alone. Scott believes best friends do not let best friends spend their first heat alone.

Everything looks better wet by OnARomanHoliday

(1/1 I 2,316)

Stiles catches Scott coming out of the shower. Smut happens.

The Void in My Heart by Animeshipper_22

(1/1 I 7,377)

Panic.

Anxiety.

He took a deep breath and listened for a heartbeat that matched where the scent was coming from.

Stiles.

Better Spent in Love by QuickLikeLight, volatilehearted (anomalagous)

(1/1 I 15,016)

Scott was his best friend, and Stiles should have noticed sooner.

“You’re not leaving, are you?” “No." Stiles didn't even have to see his face to understand that resolve. "No, I’m not going anywhere.”

This Is Not A Bromance by Fightyourdragon

(6/6 I 20,308)

The thing is, the sex thing has been there between them for years. Not the having it, but the unspoken 'maybe we should.' Not that they ever say it out loud. They say it with their eyes every time there's another near-death experience and Scott is patching up another of Stiles’ wounds. When Scott’s hands are hot on Stiles’ bare skin that's okay, because it's just a friend taking care of a friend. It's acceptable, somehow, that sort of touching. Because they need this, need to touch each other, and this is safe. No homo, you know? Or at least not enough homo they actually have to own up to it.

Until, you know, they actually do.

Dragon by TruebornAlpha

(13/13 I 38,426)

Long ago, a visiting noble child became best friends with Prince Scott, but his family was considered too common and he never saw the prince again. Years later, Worst (not actually a real) Knight In Existence Stiles Stilinski is looking to prove his worth and earn back the right to see the boy with the dark eyes. The plan was simple: slay the dragon, save Princess Allison, and be declared a hero! But nothing ever stayed simple. The Princess didn’t need rescuing, the dragon had a disturbingly familiar sunshiney smile, and an unknown curse was trying to destroy everything he’d been fighting for.

[anomalagous]

Hi, friends!

I know it's been a while since I did anything here, much less made a post about an update to this great beast I've been working on for so many years.

But here, now, I am proud to announce that the beast has been slain. I have finally finished Achilles' Last Stand!! Its final chapters are freshly posted on AO3 and ready for your enjoyment. Thank you so much for anyone who has stuck through it with me on this long, long journey. We have finally made it. We have earned this rest.

Hoping to springboard from this into original work, so if you liked Achilles' Last Stand, please stick around, there will be good things in the future! (Eventually. I am still Not Fast.)

Thanks for all the support and suggestions over the years, and @alexenglish and @lozenger8 I completely expect you both to read it through, since you two were the ones who lit this fire all those years ago.

L&L, LC

[bxdassbanshee]

@volatilehearted​ liked for an adult lydia starter

“everyone is always telling me it is too early in the day to start drinking or too late in the day to drink coffee. i would like to not have judgement about my beverages as i fix other people’s mistakes.”

[alis-valot-propriis]

Ink on Skin

Lydia was always drawn to math and science, but art was a hobby. Something she did that brought her joy in a different way than math or science did. It helped her relax and gather her thoughts when she was working out a particularly difficult math problem. She tended to draw on her own arms or what skin was exposed by her skirts. She drew flowers and nonsense things most of the time. She couldn’t imagine what her soulmate might think considering sometimes the things that appeared on their skin was her working out a math problem along with the intricate floral designs. 

In contrast, there were usually notes or reminders appearing on her skin. Perhaps her soulmate had a hard time keeping track of appointments or maybe he just never had piece of paper on hand. She could assume it was a he because on occasion a random drawing of a penis would appear on her hand or forearm. Those were always hard to explain away during her office hours as a TA. So far she had yet to find him. Yet to find the guy with her delicate flowers on his skin mixed with his own weird method for appointment keeping. Though it wasn’t like he’d sought her out either.

She was standing in line at the coffee shop with her best friend before they headed back to campus to register for graduation. She was about to finish her Master’s program and going on interviews for research lab positions. 

“I think your soulmate is bored again,” Ally says, pointing to Lydia’s wrist, which is exposed by her cardigan. 

She looks down and sighs as the clear beginnings of a penis have started to appear. She tugs down the sleeve of her cardigan to cover it up, “I wish he would pick something else. Interviews start later this week and this so can’t happen.”

@volatilehearted

[codedeargentmoved]

@volatilehearted​ liked for a starter

“No! Stiles you are not going in there with just a baseball bat.” Allison tugged him back by his shirt. You’re going to get yourself killed.” She said, continuing to talk him down. “There are a bunch of murderous Alphas’ in there”

[fervidusoculi]

Waking up was absolutely terrifying, especially when you’d spent the last many moons out of your mind and not really yourself. Things came to Scott in bits and pieces, running through the woods - senses alight with far more than his senses could ever pick out in the surrounding areas of Gilneas before. A part of him wondered if it was a fever dream, if he was dead even, since it all felt like a long and horrible nightmare.

What had happened in Gilneas came back to him slowly as well, the death and the worgen disease storming through their home. He vaguely remembered being bitten and his heart jumped to his throat as he realized he’d been cursed the same as the wolves that had attacked their home. A soft whine built in his chest, mournful and worried. Which drew the attention of someone that Scott couldn’t place, couldn’t put his finger on or drag from the fuzzy depths of his mind.

Bits of his words come through, staticky as if the wolf part of his brain doesn’t want to recognize them; or simply can’t. “Give it up Stiles, it’s time to put this one down. It’s protocol.” he hisses, though it sounds resigned, annoyed that it’s taken so long. The name Stiles hits a chord in Scott, vibrating in his chest like a plucked string and Scott whines, soft and plaintive, shaking his head.

[coyotie]

It  was  supposed  to  be  just  a  friendly  jog.    Something to take her mind off the upcoming full moon. Giving her back that touch of her nature that she craves in the every day. She hasn’t realised how far behind he’s fallen until she looks back over her shoulder to mention something to him about the changing of the leaves. Hands on her hips, not having even broken a sweat, she waits for him to catch up.

“  damn—  you’re a really fucking fast runner you know that?  ”  @volatilehearted​

The implication of his words makes her laugh. A gentle sound, one that she doesn’t give out very often. She should offer some sympathy, perhaps remember that he is not as supernaturally inclined as she, but instead she only smiles at him. ❛  Kind of comes with the whole werecoyote thing. My bad.  ❜       A glance around, and she points toward a towering tree to their left, with a very comforting looking bed of fallen leaves at its roots.    ❛  Do you wanna sit down for a bit?  ❜ 

[goingtosave]

@volatilehearted

The life of a professional baseball player isn’t chock-full of a lot of downtime, but Scott’s managed to carve out bits and pieces all right. At the moment, he’s sprawled across his (incredibly comfortable) bed and clicking things on Stiles’s app, mindr. It’s one of the few times he’s been able to check it out at all, actually, and so far he’s delighted.

He gets to have a puppy! It’s adorably designed and tells him nice things! What’s not delightful about that?

Almost automatically, he clicks over to text Stiles.

[text: Stiles] hey! do you use your own app? [text: Stiles] is that a dumb question

[discngaged]

He’s not sure what drew him back to Beacon Hills, Duran had dipped the second he got a chance to. He’d maintained contact with his family via phone calls and the occasional visit, but Duran had made it a point to live further north, staying just north of California for a long time. 

Now? Now he’s back, and had been back for not even a day when he’s already running into trouble inside the hotel he’s staying at. Not trouble involving him, but trouble out in the hallway, all the same.

Hey, it’s dark, alright? He can’t be assed to try to see passed the ungodly dim lighting in these cheap ass hotels, so he could be looking at anything, really. Could be something supernatural, or it could be some stranger standing there ominously, waiting to scare the crap out of the next innocent person who walks by.

He’d just finished dialing Stiles’ number as he steps inside the elevator. He doesn’t want to immediately assume the worst, but Duran is far more skittish than he had ever admitted.

Pressing every button at once, Duran forces a smile on his face. “Hey, Stiles? Just arrived in town ‘bout an hour ago. I was going to surprise you and dad, but ah, I didn’t check to see if you were in town either. How’s it going?“

The figure in the distance begans moving toward Duran, hunching over. In the dim lighting, Duran is almost certain that it’s a supernatural something. So, he does what any other tough, overly defensive man would do in this situation:

He screams.

[s1lversniper]

     hands were covered in fingerless gloves as she sat in the small coffee shop with Stiles. The day had been a particularly cold one, sending a chill down the woman’s spine. But as she sipped from her hot cocoa, Allison felt the warmth return to her veins.

“I can’t believe you tracked me down,” the former huntress mused. Brown hues sparkled with mirth as she clutched her cup. But if anyone were to find her, it’d be Stiles. Even after 10 years since her departure. “But I’m glad you did. What have you been up to?” @volatilehearted gets a starter!

[khozmoh1]

𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴  𝙵𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳     —     𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 . . . ↳↳     —     𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳 ,  𝚔𝚎𝚢𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍  @volatilehearted​​

‘ this idiot wants to die! ’

❝  not  a  fucking  chance,  ❞  cosmo  all  but  snarled,  his  upper  lip  curled  back  to  expose  his  teeth  while  he  dragged  the  culprit  of  their  increduility  back  what  cosmo  could  only  describe  as  a  swirling  black  pit  of  nothing.  like  most  things  drawn  to  beacon  hills,  the  man  trapped  within  his  grasp  was  one  of  many  that  had  come  to  utilize  the  leylines  in  order  to  channel  power.  and  like  most  things  drawn  to  beacon  hills,  his  need  for  power  had  driven  him  to  making  a  deal  with  an  entity  that  had  terrorized  the  beacon  hill’s  are  for  the  past  six  weeks.

          ❝  this  prick’s  not  getting  the  easy  way  out,  ❞  cosmo  snapped,  ❝  can  you  sever  the  connection  he’s  got  with  that  thing?!  ❞

[tawruhs]

/ -dies.- @volatilehearted that ask has scotty all smug rn.