PSL Box

[useofcuriosity]

 

 

Want to play a PSL or a Prompt? Me too! Lets DO IT.  Give a prompt, a word, a picture. Or, start a scene with a fancy au. I'll tag you! It's neat! It's fun! GO JOE.

Examples:

Everyone shift to the left (your character is a werewolf? Now they're a banshee. Or a hunter. Whatever!)
Nogitsune Stuff
Grey's Anatomy Universe
Otherwordly

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[useofcuriosity]

"Maybe, Jackson, if you answer my questions I'll be more inclined to let you leave." He said leave, right? Not live. Maybe. Either way, when Jackson gets to those doors, they certainly won't open.

[useofcuriosity]

"That's not why I didn't ask you out. I...of course I'd want to have dinner with you."

[lefthandedgenius]

"That's not the same as saying you will." she points out, possibly a bit ruthlessly. "Are you going to? And why didn't you? Ask me out, I mean. The first question is about dinner, though." Just to clarify.

She has her suspicions. She wants to see if she's right.

[bigkanimaoncampus]

He slammed into the door, expecting it to swing open when he hit the bar. But when it didn't yield, he was thrown to floor. Shaking off the daze, he picked himself up. He refused to answer. This was just another nightmare. It had to be. He tried both sides of the double door. Kicking hard at them. But they wouldn't budge. Which meant they weren't just locked. A lock he could break. He twisted around, facing the empty hall. "I'M NOT TELLING YOU ANYTHING!"

[useofcuriosity]

"Jackson. Aiden. I'm not exactly your type, Lydia."

[useofcuriosity]

More of that finger-tapping, and it seems to be coming from everywhere. "Oh, you will. Everyone talks. They always talk." By choice or by other means, it's true. "Maybe you should try the pool."

[lefthandedgenius]

"Jackson left and Aiden was a distraction." she replies in the same clinical tone. She peers at him. "You don't actually know what my type is. And for someone who was allegedly attracted to me, your inaction is pretty confusing."

She heads for her locker, tugging it open and reaching for her stethescope. "You also didn't answer the question. About dinner. If you're passing, I'd like to know."

[useofcuriosity]

He finishes the candy bar, thinking about this. Crumbling the wrapper and tossing it in the trashbin. "I'm not passing."

[lefthandedgenius]

She makes a hmm sound that might be confirmation, but regardless she suddenly steps up close to him and rubs her thumb along the side of his mouth, wiping a bit of chocolate. "To be clear this is you taking me to dinner. I'm not expecting high class dining, but put some thought into it."

Stepping back she licks her thumb and realizes she'll need to watch her hands again. Oh, well. "I've got a neuro rotation this week. I'll make you an appointment."

Funny how none of these things are questions.

[useofcuriosity]

He always puts thought into her, he doesn't say. Because that is creepy, Doctor Stilinski. He just nods, and keeps watching her. Blown away, apparently.

"With the great and powerful neuro-god?" He finally asks.

[lefthandedgenius]

"Of course." she says with a shrug. "But I'm not sure what that has to do with anything other than learning about neuro."

Suddenly she's curious. "What are you planning on specializing in, anyway?"

[useofcuriosity]

"Pediatric urgent care." He's good with kids. And he hates to see them bad off.

[lefthandedgenius]

She smiles suddenly, and it lights up her face. "Yeah," she says. "I've seen you with kids who come in sometimes. You're good at keeping them at ease."

[useofcuriosity]

"Well. They don't want to be here. Patients or otherwise." He shrugs.

[lefthandedgenius]

There's another tilt of her head. "Not most of the time, no." she agrees. "But you're good at making them feel better about it. You could just be gracious and accept the compliment, Stiles." She sounds mildly chiding.

[useofcuriosity]

Hands go up! "Accepted!"

[bigkanimaoncampus]

The pool? Why would he bring that up? He hadn't been there since-- And then it hit him. The last time he'd been there was a time he couldn't remember. The thought of it made his stomach twist with fear that was not his own. It hit him so hard, that whatever retort he'd had just died on his tongue.

[useofcuriosity]

"We almost drown there, you know. Stiles wanted to kill you so badly. Isn't that funny?" Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap.

[bigkanimaoncampus]

That he remembered. He'd heard Stiles say it. While he'd been cuffed in that van, the others bickering outside. The first time he saw those scales. He only managed to take a step back, leaning against the door that wouldn't open. "M-McCall wouldn't let him!" he managed to shout back.

[useofcuriosity]

Calming tone to completely mismatch his words. "The bakemono is entirely too willing to try to save everyone. Until, of course, you tried to kill his mother."

[bigkanimaoncampus]

"I didn't try to kill anyone's mother!" He shouted, frantic and terrified. "None of that was ME!"

[useofcuriosity]

"Do you think that matters to them?" Curious tone. More tap tap tapping. "To Scott, it might. To Lydia? To Derek? He wanted to kill you from day one."

Gray's Anatomy AU - Date Night

[lefthandedgenius]

The hospital has everything the doctors need to be able to make the necessary transitions from working hours to private life. That's why a few days after the conversation in the intern locker room, Dr. Martin has gone from scrubs to a minidress, and from sneakers to heeled bootlets.

She's waiting by the nurse's station, absently flipping through a chart as she waits.

Re: Gray's Anatomy AU - Date Night

[useofcuriosity]

Scott has pretty much been teasing the hell out of him for being basically obsessed with what he's not even sure is a date-date. He'd even suggested to Stiles that he make it a doubles thing with him and Allison, and go bowling. Stiles had nixed that pretty quick. He didn't even like bowling, and he was pretty sure Scott didn't even know how.

Eventually, he figured out where to take her. Somewhere nice that he could afford. He even found nice clothes that didn't look like he'd slept in them while studying. So that's where he's at, mentally, when he finally makes his way to the nurse's station to pick her up.

See, Lydia? He puts thought into things.

[lefthandedgenius]

She turns when she hears him approaching. How does she even know that it's him? She just does. She checks him out head to toe as he walks toward her, the faintest of smiles on her lips.

"Hey, Stiles."