mizzy: (teenwolf: stiles 3a finale)
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

Original:

Some things on her quickly forming bucket list were more specific. Like teaching Anders how to drive a car without backing it into their bodyguard and breaking Randall's leg in two places. Learning how to make Mama's melt-in-the-mouth macaroons. Holding Beauregarde close as she cried over her first broken heart, because Bo was nearly fifteen, and a broken heart was as inevitable as death.

I'm so sorry, Bo, Astoria thought, shoving her Galindez-black long hair down the back of her shirt so her pursuer couldn't grab it. You'll have to survive a broken heart on your own now.

Fanfic:

"You're just manipulating my undying affection for you," Stiles informs her. Lydia's grin doesn't lessen any. "Aiden's better for bag carrying."

"Yeah, well," Lydia says, "Aiden's—"

She trails off.

"C'mon, don't pause in the middle of some werewolf smack talk," Stiles says, "that's always the highlight of my day—"
mizzy: (Teen Wolf: stilinskis)
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

Original:

"On the count of three," Mom says. "One, two—"

The car swerves a little, and Sarah has to put a hand out to grab at the dashboard to steady herself. She looks over at her father, trying to convey her disappointment at the almost car crash with just the power of her eyebrows, because she's too tired for much more than that.

Her head pulses a little, a headache edging in on her thoughts. Near accidents are definitely not her favourite way to be jolted out of a decent car nap.

"Sorry," Dad grunts, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "It turns out I can't drive one handed."


Fanfic:

Stiles opens his mouth to try and persuade him, because he is the talker of the group, but Danny points a finger specifically at him. "I said no," Danny says, "and you can't even throw your hot cousin at me this time, Stilinski — I've already got all the eye candy in my life that I need."

Ethan looks sheepishly pleased, and rubs the back of Danny's neck a little; Danny leans unconsciously into the touch. Aiden just rolls his eyes; he's long since given up on Ethan's antics now their Alpha power is gone.

"Wait," Scott says, looking from Danny to Stiles, "cousin?"

Stiles freezes. Aw, shit.

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