[ Okay, so, maybe this was a tad presumptuous?? But it felt right, you know, in a weird kinda way. She'd spent all morning in the kitchen, a recipe she'd managed to dig up from the library in hand, and after the disastrous first attempt (where they had turned out more like rocks than actual cupcakes), Allison now held 12 chocolate frosted chocolate cupcakes, arranged semi-artfully on a plate. She was standing in front of Stiles' door and after roughly two minutes of deciding whether or not this was actually a good idea, she knocked. ] Stiles?
[stiles had long ago programed his door to let allison in because well. obviously. most days allison still liked to knock though, and yet it still managed to startle him enough to trip over his feet climbing off his bed, more often than not.
there's a muffled thud, and then stiles is opening the door a second later, hair a mess and smile a little frazzled.] Allison, hey. What's up? Did I forget a knitting date or something? [knitting date. he probably shouldn't call them that. but then there were a lot of things that stiles probably shouldn't do that he did anyway.]
[ It was the polite thing to do -- knocking, that is. She doesn't like to barge in on him, and tried to keep from doing it as often as possible, generally only letting herself in when he was obviously expecting her. Her life wasn't a romantic comedy, she wasn't about to allow herself to accidentally walk in on Stiles in a compromising position.
She's used to his clumsiness by now, so he gets a wry (and maybe a little sheepish, too) smile when he answers the door, holding out the plate of cupcakes. ] Um. No, actually. It's -- Happy Single's Awareness Day?
[ Suddenly this seems like a terrible idea, because part of Allison thinks he might get the wrong idea, but kind of wants it to be the right idea? And it's just cupcakes on Valentine's Day, it's not a big deal.
[stiles stills in the middle of attempting to pat down his hair or do something to it that made it less... ridiculous (he really needs to get a haircut, this shit isn't even funny anymore) and stares down at the plate of cupcakes in silent surprise, before his eyes dart back up to look at her face. like, really looking at her, not just to confirm that yep that is indeed allison standing in front of him right now.
without a word, he takes the plate from her hands and sets it on a table just inside his room. then he turns back to face her and immediately pulls her into a good strong stilinski hug (though stiles particular version tended to involve a lot more flailing than his dad's).]
[ That was not the reaction Allison was expecting. She had been expecting a thank you and him taking the plate, maybe inviting her inside to eat them with him as they talked and hung out like they always do. It takes her a second to respond, and she hugs him back, but she's so off kilter from the physical contact that she blurts out the first thing that comes to mind. ] You hug like your dad.
[stiles freezes up in the hug at allison's words, before squeezing her shoulders just a little bit more firmly. he honestly can't think of a better compliment to receive than that. his dad gave really amazing hugs.
it takes a little bit longer for him to pull away than he'd originally planned, because if he'd looked at her any sooner he probably would have started crying and that hardly seemed like an appropriate thank you for what she had done. as it is when he does pull back, he flashes her a slightly watery smile, keeps one hand on her shoulder and hip checks the door open further.]
After mom died the only chocolate I got on Valentine's Day was the singles awareness candybars that Scott and I would exchange. [he tells her, and then tugs ever so slightly on her arm in invitation.]
[ It was the wrong thing to say, made obvious by how he tenses. She tightens her own grip on him, pulling away when he does, giving his upper arms an extra squeeze, nodding. ] Don't thank me yet. This is the second batch I had to make.
[ She shuts the door behind her and settles in her usual spot on his bed, pulling of her boots as she does so. ] I just hope they're edible.
[stiles leaves allison to get comfortable and turns to grab one of the cupcakes, holding it up in front of his face to study it seriously before giving allison an equally serious look and saying:]
Allison, I am a teenage boy, literally everything is edible if I'm hungry enough. [and then he moves in to get a good lick at the icing to go ahead and prove his point.]
[ She watches him with a kind of trepidation, biting down on her lower lip. It's -- well it's probably alright? They weren't the practical bits of charcoal the first batch had been, and she'd managed to (somehow) scrape up the things she needed for the frosting. The entire thing she'd made from scratch, which was why she was so nervous. ] Well?
[well it's probably good because stiles quickly follows the lick with a large chomp of the cupcake itself. in any case he's far too busy chewing to answer her verbally so after a moment of pointless gesturing with his free hand he just settles for flashing her a thumbs up.
[ She'd probably be more worried if it was anyone but Stiles, but rendering Stiles speechless is impossible on a good day. So this? Is probably the highest compliment she could receive. She grins, drawing up her knees. ] Thank you. Really. I don't really cook much, so I'm glad it's not poisoning you.
[and he's finally done chewing and swallowing his newest bite as he shrugs and licks idly around his mouth to make sure that he hasn't missed any crumbs or smears of frosting. and honestly, you're welcome for that view, allison.]
Eh, you never can be sure with poisons, sometimes they don't hit you right away. But as long as you just used kitchen stuff and not, like. Some mysterious unlabeled vial of glowing liquid, you're probably fine.
[ Allison bites her lip, does her best to pretend to look guilty. She can't keep it up for long, though, and unfolds herself, standing up to grab one of the cupcakes off the plate. ] I'm really glad you like them.
Definitely. And like. [holding a hand out in front of him. the one not holding the cupcake.]
Total honesty here, I probably would eat it even if it wasn't any good. But you did good, Allison, honest. [small, secret smile here.] And I don't just mean with following the recipe.
[ She's peeling the paper away from her cupcake, but stops when he thanks her. Because he's thanking her for more than the food, it seems, and it feels like -- something's hanging in the air, words neither of them are saying. ] You're welcome.
[ She wants to ask him what he means, but she doesn't want to ruin whatever this is happening between them right now. ] I just -- you've kind of been there the most since I got here, you know? So I wanted to do something for you.
[stiles almost points out how selfish his being around her could be construed, what with the guilt factor and just her being gone, but it's not even all that true because he's genuinely dug all the time he's spent with her and sort of regrets that they never managed to get here back home.
instead he just takes another bite of the cupcake, chews for a bit to consider an alternative answer, swallows and says:] Anytime. You know that, right?
[ It'd be silly of her at this point to not know that, and she grins, almost a little shy about it. Because she, too, has really enjoyed the time they've spent together. She's always liked Stiles, even if the most she ever really did for him was get him to Macy's so he could ask Lydia to the formal. Circumstances kept them from actually becoming close friends, but here, they don't have those. It's almost like a blank slate. ] Yeah. I do. Same goes for you.
[and there's not really all that much more to say to that, so stiles just sits down next to her and takes another bite, bumping shoulders with her lightly.]
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Date: 2015-02-12 07:50 am (UTC)action, fwd dated to saturday 2/14
Date: 2015-02-27 04:50 am (UTC)there's a muffled thud, and then stiles is opening the door a second later, hair a mess and smile a little frazzled.] Allison, hey. What's up? Did I forget a knitting date or something? [knitting date. he probably shouldn't call them that. but then there were a lot of things that stiles probably shouldn't do that he did anyway.]
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Date: 2015-02-27 05:05 am (UTC)She's used to his clumsiness by now, so he gets a wry (and maybe a little sheepish, too) smile when he answers the door, holding out the plate of cupcakes. ] Um. No, actually. It's -- Happy Single's Awareness Day?
[ Suddenly this seems like a terrible idea, because part of Allison thinks he might get the wrong idea, but kind of wants it to be the right idea? And it's just cupcakes on Valentine's Day, it's not a big deal.
But it is. ]
i've only got the one hug icon idk okay
Date: 2015-02-27 05:24 am (UTC)without a word, he takes the plate from her hands and sets it on a table just inside his room. then he turns back to face her and immediately pulls her into a good strong stilinski hug (though stiles particular version tended to involve a lot more flailing than his dad's).]
its okay i've only got sad hug icons too
Date: 2015-02-27 05:28 am (UTC)oh no it hurts
Date: 2015-02-27 05:41 am (UTC)it takes a little bit longer for him to pull away than he'd originally planned, because if he'd looked at her any sooner he probably would have started crying and that hardly seemed like an appropriate thank you for what she had done. as it is when he does pull back, he flashes her a slightly watery smile, keeps one hand on her shoulder and hip checks the door open further.]
After mom died the only chocolate I got on Valentine's Day was the singles awareness candybars that Scott and I would exchange. [he tells her, and then tugs ever so slightly on her arm in invitation.]
Want to come in?
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Date: 2015-02-27 05:49 am (UTC)[ She shuts the door behind her and settles in her usual spot on his bed, pulling of her boots as she does so. ] I just hope they're edible.
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Date: 2015-02-27 06:07 am (UTC)Allison, I am a teenage boy, literally everything is edible if I'm hungry enough. [and then he moves in to get a good lick at the icing to go ahead and prove his point.]
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Date: 2015-02-27 06:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-05 07:50 am (UTC)you done good girl.]
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Date: 2015-03-06 02:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-06 05:49 am (UTC)Eh, you never can be sure with poisons, sometimes they don't hit you right away. But as long as you just used kitchen stuff and not, like. Some mysterious unlabeled vial of glowing liquid, you're probably fine.
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Date: 2015-03-06 06:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-06 10:42 pm (UTC)Total honesty here, I probably would eat it even if it wasn't any good. But you did good, Allison, honest. [small, secret smile here.] And I don't just mean with following the recipe.
Thanks Allison.
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Date: 2015-03-07 06:15 am (UTC)[ She wants to ask him what he means, but she doesn't want to ruin whatever this is happening between them right now. ] I just -- you've kind of been there the most since I got here, you know? So I wanted to do something for you.
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Date: 2015-03-17 11:52 pm (UTC)instead he just takes another bite of the cupcake, chews for a bit to consider an alternative answer, swallows and says:] Anytime. You know that, right?
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Date: 2015-03-18 01:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-03-19 07:47 pm (UTC)