[part iii]

( Her uncle has a new nurse. )

[part ii]

( Laura laughs. “I’m more afraid of the IRS than I am of you, Chris.” )

[part i]

( He can probably smell her tears but he pretends that he can’t; he is soft in so many places that Laura can’t tell where it’s safe for her to rest her claws. )

Story: guaranteed to blow your mind

Summary: ANYTIME // Laura is better in a crisis than Derek, but that’s kind of like saying that strangling someone is less messy than stabbing them: The comparison doesn’t quite capture the desperation of all parties involved.

Notes: I’m endlessly enthralled by Laura Hale and the mess of strengths and ( Read more... )

Story: tie your napkin ’round your neck, cherie

Summary: Stiles has been a teapot for 3,308 days. // Scott skids into the door breathlessly and shouts, “THERE’S A GIRL IN THE CASTLE,” and promptly brains himself on one of the casserole dishes.

Notes: Disney’s Beauty & the Beast AU, wherein Stiles is Mrs. Potts and the wheelbarrow that used to be the ( Read more... )

[part i]

( His attention is so sharp that Erica doesn’t feel any pain when it slides into her body; like Excalibur, it slips seamlessly into stone and she grips it tight within herself. )

Story: que lastima pero adios

Summary: “Perhaps we all give the best of our hearts uncritically-to those who hardly think about us in return.” - T. H. White, The Once and Future King

Notes: This was one of those things where I wrote this instead of doing the Very Important Thing I was supposed to be doing instead, and I would be filled with regret ( Read more... )

Story: there are rows & rows & rows

Summary: There are at least fourteen things Danny would much rather be doing right now, including sawing off his own arm and stabbing puppies with knives, and yet he’s still here, around the corner from their Econ lecture hall, coaching Stiles through asking their TA out for coffee.

Notes: Lesbians, failed ( Read more... )

[part iv]

~

( In a magnificent further display of the universe’s general opinion re: Mary Bennet, Fanny Price knocks on the door of Mary’s room at Girton about three seconds after Mary finishes dragging her weary body inside. “Heya,” she says quietly. “Can I talk to you?” )

[part iii]

~

( With Crawford’s words rattling around her skull like the bells from Notre Dame, Mary barely survives to Wednesday. If not for Mary and Lydia’s charming blend of verbal abuse and sisterly affection, she probably wouldn’t have even been ready for dinner with Richard. As it is, she weathers Lydia’s bitching about her useless charcoal-based organic eyeliner without any comments beyond zombie-like single-syllable responses. )