oh-god-my-feels

The night starts with a big, spicy Philly cheese steak. It’s about 6pm. I’ve been wanting to try the cheese steak from this corny, 50’s retro place for a long time. I gobble down the big greasy bowl of meat, hot sauce, and cheese, then head to the coffee shop for my weekly draw group. A little after I get home, about 10pm, a stomach ache comes on. “Damn, guess spicy foods are out.” I’ve been getting stomach aches every time I have spicy Thai or hot wings. I google search about spice pain- possible stomach ulcer? “I guess I have been stressed lately, but no more than usual I don’t think…” File under “Will investigate further later.“ According to the comments on this health website, a glass of milk will help. Gulp one down, go to bed.

Wrestle to sleep for about an hour. Realize the ache is just over the required pain threshold to keep you from sleeping. Do some work on my comic, more tired, but stomach worse. Will play batman until I fall asleep. I feel like I’m just running in circles… How many times have I failed this mission? Batman, batman, stomach now hurts too bad to enjoy an active task like video games. Deliriously tired. Would be great to sleep through the rest of this abdominal temper tantrum. Try the old “hot shower will make you sleep” trick. Take some Pepto-Bismol, and some generic acetaminophen. Out of the shower, hurts to walk around now, and to lie down. Guess I’ll have to wait it out with my eyes open. Call and leave my Doc a message, maybe will get a spot in there tomorrow. Need to get that ulcer discovered… Time to enjoy a passive task like watching TV. Breaking Bad feels like the right mixture of funny and painful, just like me and my burning spice belly. Damn, I can’t even enjoy that part where during Hank’s interrogation of that meth head, Wendy, she accuses Hank of trying to buy sexual services from her on behalf of an underage “football player” (a misunderstanding involving Walter Jr. from a few episodes before). Oh hell. Time to look up what time emergency medical clinics open. Guess I’ll have to pay out of pocket since I can’t wait for my Doc tomorrow.  It’s about 4am now. Earliest clinic opens at 8. Now hungry again, but can’t eat what with all the pain. One hour down. Man, this is really starting to hurt. Can I really wait 3 more hours? Sitting is starting to hurt as much as lying and standing. And I’m still not enjoying TV. Okay, I’ve come to a decision…. 

“Hey, Kayla, my stomach still hurts, I’m thinking about driving to the ER, do you wanna come?” “Oh! Ya, sure. What time is it?” “It’s 5:30”. I  call the hospital “Hey, I’ve had a pretty bad stomach ache all night, I’m thinking of coming by.” Operator: *long pause* “Haha, well, okay! We’re open all night, so just come on in.” 

Driving with a stomach ache is not so bad, because you’re already hunched over. Wish Kayla could drive, but she doesn’t really know how, probably would have a panic attack and would definitely crash. Interesting that they have ER parking, I wonder how many ER patients drive themselves here… All bodily positions hurt my insides now, signing in to this place sucks. Give Kayla half the paperwork to fill out, glad she’s here, or this would be really boring. Man, they sure take a long time for someone trying to get into an empty emergency room… Signing in with a nurse, she ask me my height and I say “ ‘5’’8”, but I notice she puts down “ ‘5’’7”… They want to look at my pee, they always want to see my pee. I pee, no blood, so whatever that tells them means I’m getting an ultrasound first. Then a young nurse named Ken, a cool Asian dude with screws through both ears, squirts so much morphine into my IV that I lean back and audibly say “oh my god.” I feel it ripple like a shock wave from my arm down to the ends of my body. My belly is feeling alright now. 

The ultrasound technician tells me that babies are the least common thing she uses ultrasounds for. My joke has fallen flat. Back in the room, the doctor and his manila folder tell me “Good news! No gallstones, there are kidney stones inside your kidneys, but since they are inside, you shouldn’t be feeling the pain from those.” “Wait, does that mean I have to pee those stones out at some poin–” It is not discussed again. Seeing that neither organ has the appropriate stones, Doc would “rather not expose me to more radiation than necessary” and is working on discharging me. But, “I won’t leave here without a diagnosis.” 

In I go to the CT scan tube. That hot squish of contrast dye spreading through my veins. “Okay, we’re moving you into a room upstairs.” Says a hippy technician. Upstairs in my sweet and swanky single with couch, a person I’m pretty sure is just a businessman disguised in medical scrubs types on a computer. He takes down my answers to what seem like pre-surgery questions. “Do you have anybody specific on file in the event you are medically unable to yield consent  for yourself?” This, combined fact that they won’t feed me, makes me wonder what it is I’m going into surgery for. I saw this same thing about a year and a half ago with the whole brain debacle, but that’s a story for another time. Several medical people dip in, sprinkle breadcrumbs of information; it’s like a game show challenge that combines a scavenger hunt with a jigsaw puzzle. You have to gather the pieces of information from their hiding places, then assemble them in the correct order to reveal an answer. A tech comes in and spoils the game, “You seem to have a lot of questions, so I just want to make sure, you know you have appendicitis right? We’re about to take it out.” “Thank god,” I think. “It’s not the spicy foods. Spicy foods are still in.” Downstairs, in pre-op, I complain to my plain-clothes surgeon about how analog tests like pressing on my stomach are remarkably inaccurate, since a doctor’s subjective interpretation of my poor description of say, “the pain is slightly higher” can rule out appendicitis, the same appendicitis that a machine might spot an hour later. I tell him that I almost got sent home. My surgeon tells me he’s been doing analogue tests for 30 years, and not to worry about it. I start to tell him how “my deadpan reaction to pain also causes a lot of people to misdiagnose me, that a lot of people laugh when I describe how I’m in pai–”, but he walks away in the middle to get dressed for surgery. The operating room has big TVs and lights, it looks like a set, and I consider the possibility of fake hospitals as the anesthesia takes the wheel.

In the recovery area, the nurse tells me how big, inflamed appendixes can be agitated by spicy foods, foods high in fat, and dense foods like heavy cheese. I see an image of a spotlit cheese steak appear in a black void. Nurse feeds me ice chips and tells me she craves ice chips when she’s dehydrated. I suggest that she only craves ice chips because she works in a hospital, that ice chips are too unsatisfying a thing to crave at random, and that most people would just crave water. She agrees. Back upstairs in my room, it is now 8pm, and it has been 26 hours since I’ve eaten. I’ve been hydrated only through IV’s. The driest mouth and the clearest pee. Because the lingering anesthetic can cause nausea and vomiting, they will only give me jello. I go nuts on the jello. They continue to give me every jello I ask for, one at a time, like a test. Way past where I though the cutoff point would be, the nurse tells me “That’s it! There’s no more jello! You ate all the jello on this floor.” You’re damn right I did, you’re damn right….

Phil’s Liveshow // 5.28.17

He’s wearing his Star Wars shirt

Hes still mildly jetlagged

“Wake up Phil” “Actually wake up now” “Oh my god Phil” 

He feels like a withered cactus

His houseplants survived 

He thought he was going to turn into an American because they were in Florida for so long

The black wall is consuming his hair he looks bald

He didn’t have pancakes at Playlist because room service didn’t have any

Pancake shakes

He did finally get them though

Dan’s Bahamas experience 

Phil and bald guy at security had some proper bants

Heatwave jingle

He’s a 23 degrees kind guy

His frecks are dense 

He burped

Dig Down is growing on him (nice but not his fave)

They were going to see Muse in Orlando but ended up not

They got loads of stuff at Playlist 

His dad is an artist but that didn’t get passed down to him

NASA haul

His mug broke in his suitcase #rip

Dan got a mug too though so he can steal Dan’s

He also bought Sweet Baby Ray’s Barbecue sauce ??

And stuff from Bath and Body Works

Aloha beaches

He didn’t love Split

Him and Dan didn’t fly back together and he almost had to sit next to an old French woman

“Clean us daddy”

Returning to the place of the squirrel incident was symbolic 

“Too much maple syrup in that blood”

He found ASMR very enlightening

He got locked outside and Dan didn’t let him in what a bitch

A paperboy laughed at him locked out of the house

He didn’t think throwing newspaper boys were an actual thing

He’s usually really bad at prank but the banana one was pretty good

New anime themed video with Shawna on his channel this week if you’re interested in that or whatever lmao

“Headline: I love space”

He was enthralled with his Superman ice cream

Martyn is a troll don’t trust him in a kayak

He’s hyped for Vidcon

He was talking to Dan about making noises when someone did something wrong at school 

Where does it come where does it go 

His family all watched Eurovision together 

He couldn’t handle himself in a prank war

Everyone is getting dogs 

Riverdale graph 

He has a full box of Haribo that he’s going to try make last until next week

Next liveshow may be on Sunday watch his twitter from updates

Dan and Phil shop newsletters will be out soon

He’s missed doing liveshows this has been very nice

Ode to Broken Mug

Goodbye

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DESTINY 2 Cinematic Trailer (2017) PS4/Xbox One/PC

I love this trailer so much you guys. I’ve been a frustrated Zavala stan putting up with nothing but Cayde, Cayde, Cayde for three years then Bungie gift us with this wonder. Oh god my feels, let me count the ways:

* We’re so used to seeing Zavala as this unflappable, stoic, well, wall of a man, it’s so moving to see his first moments as a bewildered, newly raised Guardian.

*It looks like he was seated in a chair in that ship, was he killed during a crash? That sucks, dude. Was he piloting an exodus ship from the Reef? I NEED TO KNOW.

*That montage of him dying over and over. God, he had the worst time getting to the City. But even so, taking on a bunch of Fallen with nothing but a spear? Zavala’s got moxie.

*The fact that the City was only a bunch of yurts when he arrived, he must have gotten there really early. Zavala is oooooold.

*The little background details; Saladin looking on while the Speaker preaches, Shaxx (WITH TWO HORNS. COUNT ‘EM, TWO) eyeballing him as he walks through the village, like, “Who da fuck’s this guy? Is he good at punching? I WILL TEACH HIM.”

*That battle sequence, omg. I’m assuming it’s the Twilight Gap. That shot of the three Titan bros standing shoulder to shoulder? CHILLS.

*Ikora helping to rebuild the wall, *SCREAMING.*

*I cannot deal with Zavala smiling at the kiddie refugees and bby Amanda Holliday, I just can’t. He’s got that strong-yet-tender thing going on and it destroys me. Hell, Zavala smiling in general is such a rare thing, IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY. It just reinforces my headcanon that Zavala crochets hats and scarves for the City children.

*Of course he’s badass enough to be both a striker and defender. Of course he is.

I love Zavala. This trailer is everything. Did I mention that I love Zavala? I love Zavala.

OK WAIT BUT HEAR ME OUT

REYNA HAVING A CRUSH ON THALIA GRACE LIKE CAN YOU IMAGINE:

· it all begins when Thalia started visiting Camp Jupiter quite a lot because of the encouraged communication and unity between the Greeks and Romans
· during meetings Thalia represented Zeus as well as Artemis and Reyna would catch herself looking at the huntress way more than she should be
· she starts stuttering and blushing a bit whenever Thalia caught her off guard, whether it’s a small gesture such as a brush of their hands—actually, any physical contact that isn’t quite necessary during the specific situation at all
· Reyna going out of her way to avoid Thalia as much as she possibly can, but it didn’t work quite as well as she hoped because Aphrodite thwarts her every plan to do so
· Annabeth was the first to notice something off about the praetor and using her (now working) invisibility cap to stalk Reyna and eventually put the pieces together
· Piper already knowing what’s going on when Annabeth approaches her about it because she’s been the one who does Aphrodite’s bidding, doing small, inconspicuous deeds such as putting the two closer together during senate meetings, and making them bump into each other quite a few times (rarely using her charmspeak, because damn it’s really destiny for them to be together !!!)
· Annabeth confronting Reyna about it and giving the praetor (and Piper if she happened to be around) knowing looks and sometimes even winking whenever Thalia was around and earning a bone chilling death glare in return, but it isn’t quite effective because Reyna’s face is completely red???
· Thalia started assisting Reyna with her duties when the Hunters are settling down in Camp Jupiter for War Games
· Thalia enjoying Reyna’s company and deciding that they would get along really well
· Reyna warming up to Thalia a bit, but eventually the two became somewhat attached to the hip because after only a few months they feel like they’ve been friends for the longest time; they have complete trust in each other and they understand the other’s situations and how they got to where they were perfectly
· Thalia being one for physical contact, so she often loops her arm around Reyna’s or holds her hand to drag her away or toward something, and Thalia just hugging Reyna so tightly whenever she got excited
· Reyna eventually realizing that oh my gods I have feelings for Thalia Grace because she just absolutely adores the way her electric blue eyes seem to crackle with life and excitement, the way her lips curl up in a beautiful smile, the small dimple that appears on her left cheek, and the way her freckles dotted her pale face like the stars on the night sky, because to her Thalia was perfect in every way and Reyna was absolutely and undeniably in love

just…REYNA hAVING A CRUSH ON FALLING IN LOVE WITH THALIA GRACE !!!!!!!!
I can’t believe  you're mine// Loki smut

Fandom: Avengers/ Loki Laufeyson 

Paring: Loki x reader

Warning: Smut (fluff) swearing 

A/N: Hey guys! I thought it was time to do a smut so here it is!

Originally posted by lokihiddleston


Loki was beautiful, I watched silently from the bed as he walked out of the huge Azguardian wash room, tiny droplets of water slithered down his perfectly sculptured chest. No wonder people worshiped him. However the more I watched him, the more I craved his touch. Loki had always been so gentle and considering when it came to being intimate. I had never been able to trust a guy enough to go all the way, I wanted to find someone special to be with, but I know I could trust Loki.

Slowly I got out from under the green silky sheets and made my way over towards Loki. When I reached him, I placed both of my hands on his bare back and traced patterns across the back of his neck, shoulder blades and arms. I could feel him tense every so often when I went over a scar. I gingerly placed small kisses on each and every one of them.

“ So beautiful “ I whispered as he turned his body to face me. As he did so my hands moved with him soon ending up on his chest, oh my gods.

“If anyone is beautiful, It’s you,” Loki said, his velvet voice echoing through the room. My cheeks grew even brighter when he started to trail his fingers up and down my clothed sides. My breath hitched when he reached my bare shoulders, his fingers left marks on my skin, unseen but prominent . Soon my body took over and I placed my lips over his, my hands reached up to pull on the tiny hairs at the back of his neck ,earning a moan from Loki.

The God began to walk forwards until my thighs were pressed against the desk, Loki softly grasped them and placed me on top of the desk. However his hands didn’t move from their current position but instead moved up and down my thighs. My hands made their way down his back to the brim of his towel that was secured tightly to his waist, but before I could loosen it, Loki had stepped away from me.

“ Wait, Y/N” he sighed shaking his head.

“ What Loki? I asked confusingly.

“Do you truly want this? With me?”

I nodded, jumping off the desk to meet him.

“ I want this, with you Loki” I said before he covered my lips with his. Once again he picked me up, but this time lay me on the bed before crawling up me. I giggled slightly when he stopped to kiss my stomach. Soon his hands where at the bottom of my shirt moving it up brushing my skin as he did so. Loki pulled my shirt over my head exposing my bare chest to him. Loki looked up at me with a smile on his face before latching on to my right nipple. I gasped as pure pleasure seeped through my body.

“Shit, Fuck oh my god!” I could feel Loki’s smirk widen as I moaned more and more. He soon moved on to the left causing me to moan just as much. After a while I pushed Loki back so he was lying on the bed, my hands crept towards his towel where his strong member had made a tent. I gingerly brushed over it ready to take it out but was stopped by Loki.

“W-what? I don’t understand- I thought-” I was cut off by him.

“ We are Y/N but this night is about you, Okay?” I gave in and nodded. Loki slowly pushed my back in to the mattress, slid down my shorts and pulled the sheets over him.

“I-is it going to hurt?” I stuttered.

“Only for a little while darling. Are you absolutely sure you want to do this my love?”

“Yes, I want to be with you this way” He nodded before pulling his towel off and dropping it on the floor, he positioned himself above me, intertwining our fingers, and entered me. I let out a small screech of pain, tears brimming in my eyes.

“ I’m fine, keep going” I told Loki after I noticed a look of worry spread across his face. However once he began to move the pain subsided and pleasure soon replaced it.

“ Oh my god Loki, yes!” I moaned loudly. Loki quickened his pace more and more until he too became a moaning mess.

“Yes!” I yelled as I felt him release inside of me. I too following after him.Loki buried his head in my neck, breathing heavily.

“I love you Y/N” he finally spoke after pulling out and laying next to me.

“I love you too Loki” I shuffled my head on too his chest as he draped his arm over my waist, both of us falling in to a peaceful slumber.    

Let Me Practice On You C.H

Originally posted by xthisistala

warning: smut

word count: 1000+

summary: Calum has never eaten out a girl before so he asks his best friend y/n if he can practice on her

requested?: yes, hope you like it anon! 

it’s official, I suck as a human being. I haven’t uploaded anything for a kazillion years and I’m very sorry but my inspiration and motivation has been lost momentarily. Luckily Hannah is amazing and wrote this very good Calum smut so hopefully this’ll satisfy your smut needs for now. 

find Hannah here: @lukeasfuck

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“Hey, Y/N, how does a guy eat a girl out?” Calum asked me, making me drop my jaw. “What?” I questioned back with my eyebrows scrunching in confusion. “This girl I’m texting told me she wanted me to do that to her, but I don’t really know how it works.” My eyes widened at his confession. Even though Calum and I are friends, we don’t really talk about sex or anything of the sorts. 

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yourbaeishellagay123  asked:

K so I will pay you for omegas who can't have kids headcanons I will also pay you for more more adopted kids headcanons

  • Omegas who can’t have kids absolutely adoring spending time around their friends who have pups
  • They always leap in to help whenever their friends need a baby sitter (pup sitter?)
  • Infertile omegas are often looked down on and shunned by society, because, in the basest terms possible, breeding is what omegas do on an evolutionary level
  • Parents who know their omega child will grow up to be infertile, but not having the heart to tell them as they watch their child cradle their soft animals and pretend to feed them bottles of milk and dress them in baby clothes
  • An infertile omega who decides early in life not to be bitter about not being able to have pups, and training to be a maternity nurse because dammit, if they can’t have their own pups, they’ll sure as hell help others have theirs
  • Also, infertile omegas who become family doctors/consultants, so they can watch one pup grow from birth right up to an adult having pups of their own
  • Infertile omegas who still, even as grown adults, sometimes cradle pillows or soft toys, pretending it’s their pup
  • Some omegas even go so far as to avoid building nests, because they associate them so much with pups and fertility
  • An infertile omega having to tell their mate that they can have pups in a very quiet, halting voice
  • Infertile omegas who work as teachers in elementary school/primary school absolutely adoring watching their students grow from tiny weeny pups to kids about to go off to secondary/middle school
  • Then there are the few omegas who are incredibly bitter about being infertile, who try to avoid pups like the plague
  • Infertile omegas who are offered the chance for them and their mate to have a surrogate mother, and the little omega just bursts into tears
  • An infertile omega who’s mated to another (fertile) omega deciding to use a sperm donor to have a child
  • A very nervous alpha pair waiting almost a year to adopt their very own beta pup, and freaking out because “what if they don’t like us?! What if we do something wrong?!”
  • Newly adopted siblings clinging to each other for the first few days in their new house, and even sleeping in the same bed and refusing to go anywhere without the other
  • A beta and omega pair who had fostered a small alpha revealing to the alpha on Christmas Day that they’re going to adopt them, and the alpha bursting into happy tears
  • An adopted omega deciding that their alpha parents’ bed is THE BEST place to build their stress nest, so they take over the entire bed. Not wanting to scare or intimidate the small omega while they’re still settling in, the two alphas sleep on the sofa for a week until the omega demands they come and sleep in the nest
  • A single omega adopting a troubled beta child, and when the beta gets stressed and begins to panic, and omega does the only thing they can think of that always calms them down; they build a nest around the beta child
    • Bonus: It works
  • An alpha child who had always seemed a little aloof and distant from their adoptive alpha and omega parents, and they have no idea what to do. One day, the alpha falls and scrapes their knee. The omega parent is watching, holding themselves back from going to help, and expects the child to start crying and run away somewhere, or simply carry on. To their surprise, the small alpha lets out a loud scream of “MAMAAAAAAAAA” and sprints over to the omega, snivelling and whining
    • The omega almost dies of happiness
  • A beta pair who already have a rough, playful alpha pup, and adopting a beta child who’s more reserved and younger than their alpha. They worry that their alpha pup will start roughhousing with the little adoptive sibling, but to their surprise, their pup takes the beta’s hand and says, very shyly and quietly, “can I show you your room?”
  • An omega and alpha adopting a very young pup who’s only a few months old, and the moment the omega holds the little pup, they whisper “oh my god” and feel a sudden, incredibly strong urge to protect this tiny, helpless pup and they understand what ‘maternal instinct’ means

Also, if you were serious about paying me, my PayPal email is izzywillow12@gmail.com ;) ;) ;) 

Leggings L.H

Originally posted by lipringsandsnapbacks

warning: smut ;) ;)

word count: 1800+

summary: y/n wears super tight leggings out and Luke can’t help but get horny and drag her home to fuck.

requested?: yes, I hope you like it Anon! I actually loved writing this so much, I got it done in a day which is a lot quicker than some of my other smuts. I can be working on one for a week sometimes but I loved this concept so much, and I promised that it would be up today so here you go :) Don’t forget requests are open and I respond to all !

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“Luke you’ve been staring at my ass since we left the house, can you stop?” I asked, looking up at Luke with a hint of a smile. He smirked and placed his hands on my waist, pulling me into him.

“but you look so hot in those leggings, mmh your ass” he hummed, creeping his hands down to squeeze my bum. I squealed and slapped his hands away before grabbing the shopping trolley and walking in front of Luke. My cheeks flushed as I passed an old lady who had seen the whole encounter, averting eye contact.

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The new Riverdale episode broke my heart

Like I’m sitting here right now and am so conflicted.

Sheriff Keller and Fred Andrews both ranking high on the best Dads list with Keller being cool about his sons sexuality and just being a caring parent by worrying about him and Fred doesnt get angry. No he is feeling empathy towards his son, telling him he is not stupid and he is not at fault. Like yes that is how you go! They make me happy.

On the other hand I am totally angry with Veronicas Mom for being shady. But its not that bad. Bettys Mom on the other hand is just so obsessive it makes me sick cause she doesnt realize she is at fault. But she is not the worst. Because Number 1 worst parent award goes to Jugheads Dad. The guy who made a deal to vandalize a property so it would sell cheaper and get demolished. Oh I should mention it is the property where his son works and lives and he knows and he just doesnt care. Asshole.

This is also the transition to my last point. I’m crying because of poor Juggy. He is homeless now and out of work. We dont know what happened to his sister or mother. He is a highschool student that provided for himself up until now and nobody besides his father (who does not care seemingly) knows about it. Underlying his statement that there were only a boy, a blonde girl and a brunette. He is the outsider on the inside of the town. He is the one who is alone in a crowd. And oh my god my feels…

so i was thinking about how every time shepard comes across garrus throughout the trilogy, it’s by pure chance

and while we can (somewhat?) imagine what would have become of him had they not met in me1 or me2, i had the thought…

what would happen in me3 if he didn’t see shepard on menae? would he be killed soon after? would either of them be able to contact each other? would they even be able to see each other at all? would they just be worrying the entire time until a news vid reports their status?

The Hoodie

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) wakes up to the fire alarm blaring at 3am in the apartment blocks. Angry and annoyed she meets the generous, kind, hilarious Stiles Stilinski.

Word Count: 650

Prompt: -

A/N: This is short but I haven’t posted writing in a while so I wanted to write something quick yet very cute.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

“Quick! (Y/N)! Wake up,” Janet, your awfully loud and very annoying roommate, screamed tearing the blanket off your now freezing cold body. You were about to give out when you heard another sound that snapped you awake. “Is that the fire alarm?” You shouted, jumping out of the bed and shoving your feet into a pair of sneakers.

Janet grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the room and through the crowds of students rushing around like headless chickens. “Please do not run, follow the exit signs.” A masculine voice shouted over the rustle and bustle. You groaned when you noticed that you were in a pair of pink and purple pyjama bottoms, topped off with a black tank top. You were going to be freezing.

You descended the stairs quickly, pushing past students that were only awake and exited the wide door at the end of the hallway. “Oh my god,” You shouted, feeling the 3am air hit your skin. “I swear someone better be dying in there,” Janet laughed at your sick humour before walking over to a group of your friends.

You stood awkwardly away from the building in case the fire caused something to explode. “I swear a whole floor better be black and destroyed,” You grumbled to the person next to you. You wrapped your arms around your body trying to get some heat into you, running your hands up your now goose bumped arms. “You won’t like the fact that I just heard it was a false alarm so.” The person replied, playing on his phone.

You snapped your head to him, not believing it. “I’ll murder someone.” You hissed, bouncing up and down in your spot.The stranger shook his head laughing, “Stiles,” He said bringing his hand to the zipper of his hoodie, before taking it off him.

A blush made its way to your face when his bare torso was in view. You coughed awkwardly before a feeling of warmth covered your body; realizing that ‘Stiles’ just wrapped his hoodie around your body. “Thank you,” You whispered, “But you’re going to be freezing.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.” You blushed more furiously looking away before staring back at him. “I’m (Y/N).” He nodded, noting your name before jumping into a conversation about criminal justice, which he was doing. You liked the way his eyes lit up when he spoke about his father that was the Sheriff in his hometown, and the way he would look you in the eye and look away just as fast; obviously embarrassed.

You don’t know how long you were standing out there with him, talking about nothing and everything. You did feel an ounce of regret though when he started shivering uncontrollably. “No, no, leave it on.” He muttered when you started to remove his hoodie, you shook your head and gave it back to him. The warmth and scent disappearing.

He placed it on but never zipped it up, “Come here.” He said bravely, and you followed his demands stepping closer to him. He laughed slightly before pulling you so that you hit his chest. “Stiles,” You laughed, as he zipped up the around your body as well. In fairness, it is an incredibly baggy hoodie.

“Perfect,” He mumbled, and you shuffled so that you could look up at him. “It was nice meeting you,” You teased, amusement in your voice. It was nearing four o’clock in the morning, and you felt yourself getting tired. Letting out a yawn, you let your head rest on Stiles’ chest and his chin rested on your head. “Whoever pulled that alarm..” You warned quietly. “You wouldn’t have met me now though.” He laughed, wrapping his arms around your body. You nodded, feeling yourself drift off standing up.

“Go to sleep, I’ll wake you up when we can go inside.”