calm at night

neil josten is a clingy and affectionate drunk

6x11 Opening

I told @slowburnotptrash my headcanon for the 6x11 opener so here’s my fixed version:

During a calm and quiet dark night in the town of Beacon Hills, Lydia Martins house stands peacefully strong. It’s the middle of summer and Ms.Martin had gone on a two week vacation with her friends. Lydia obviously used that to her advantage. Stiles stayed at her house every night, he even packed a suitcase and told his dad he was going on a small vacation of his own. It was their last night before Lydia’s mom would come back home. Stiles slipped his warm body over Lydia’s more smaller and fragile one. He leaves a trail of kisses from her tummy, to her breasts, up to her collarbone and to her neck as he finally comes up from under the covers. He has a firm grip on her right waist, as his left hand slides up and down the little dip in her bone structure. The red floral laced bra from Victoria Secret really complimented her radiant, beautiful skin. The moon light penetrating through her window blinds lit her skin at the perfect tone. Stiles took time to view every detail of her body; her perfect hour glass figure, her belly button that curved in, the strawberry blonde hair that rolled down in swirls to her breasts, her bony pelvis that acted as small Hills, but also the beautiful scars that remained. Stiles made sure to kiss every single one of those scars she had because they represented her strength, they were apart of her and she was his home so they were apart of him too. He finally reached her lips, with his nose pressed against hers. From what started with sweet slow kisses turned into this burning passion. They got into this kind of rhythm, and every hushed moment was broken by their heavy breathing. Lydia slid her hands under Stiles’ shirt, ripping it over his head faster than the steady pattern they had been following. Their bodies rolled around the bed heating the bed sheets up like they’ve just been pulled out of the dryer. Lydia was now on top of Stiles, both her thumbs pressed into the dimples of his pelvis. Her soft hand touched his chest, applying gently pressure as she slid down his abs reaching for his belt. The tip of his long middle finger dug into her spine and traveled up the long pathway to the clasp of her bra. With one small flick the surface of her skin was exposed. Stiles’ skinny hands surrounded her entire back, he rubbed circles from bottom up. Her back was so small he could hold her with the strength of one arm. She grips onto his cheeks with both hands and continues kissing him wildly. They roll over once more, the sting from the cold sheets cause Lydia to violently twitch awake. She looks to the right side of the bed and finds no one there. She could feel her lips still trembling as her shaky finger tips reach up to stop it, her smile begins to fade. Those long summer nights were truly over and she can’t stop thinking of all the love they had made. She reaches for her phone to dial Stiles from D.C. Hearing his sleepy voice answer the phone made her feel safe and warm. It was a different kind of warmth though, the kind that could overpower any cold sheets. She missed him so much.

And bang bang then the teen wolf theme song comes on….

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.
We throw around the word never likes its nothing but a small rose petal. The word never is a doubled edged sword. On one side it says ‘I will never leave you’ and on the other it says ‘I will never love you.’
—  The Word Never