Hello you lovely people! Here’s another one for you guys, based on this request:
OMG you should totally do a shot where Harry has some trouble getting it up….
Hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know what you think, love B xx
He’s tired. He is so tired.
There’s not enough sleep in this world that’ll help him get
enough energy to get up and leave his house.
Harry’s been running himself ragged with all the studying
and working he’s been putting in for this new role he’s got lined up.
Night after night, you find him with his face buried in
books and scripts that look ratty and old from how much he’d fussed with it and
scanned page after page with tired, sleepless eyes so he can prepare himself as
much as he can for when they start shooting.
Add that to all the catching up with friends and visiting
family and the time he tries and spend with you, his best friend, and that’s
enough to have him dragging himself around, barely any energy to get up and
make himself something to eat.
You’ve watched him neglect the gym shoes that are left in a
corner of his bedroom way too many times for it to be healthy and you’re starting
to worry wether or not this acting career of his is really worth it if it’s
going to wear him down like this.
Expressing these concerns every time you walk through his
door after running an errand for him because he’s too tired to function had
become a routine. His only response now is to tell you he’ll “sleep when
he can”, but you don’t see that happening any time soon.
“When was the last time you got out of the house?”
You ask him, after a quick trip to the nearest Waitrose down the road, resting
a bag full of ingredients so you can make him a decent meal.
“Dunno.” He shrugs, heels of his hands rubbing
tightly against his tired eyes to push away the blurriness in his vision.
Summary: Series - You’re an old colleague of Natasha’s who finds herself face to face with the Winter Soldier on the wrong end of an Avengers’ op. Chapter – You’re caught out during the rescue attempt and have to make a difficult decision that could cost you everything.
Warnings: swearing, violence
Word Count: 2848
Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long! It ended up being harder than I thought… Angsty fluff is still fluff and it’s hard for me with this series to find fluff that doesn’t feel over the top with these characters. Hopefully it’s okay. Only one more after this!!! EEP!
“Y/N! You made it,” the Commander grinned at you from his place on the rooftop near the helipad. Your heart thundered in your chest, sending blood rushing in your ears at a deafening volume, you must have looked brittle and deathly pale, but you held your rifle steady, aimed with your normal fatal precision at his heart. “Did you bring your soldier this time, like we discussed.”
“He’s not here,” you fired back without a second of thought, your voice flat but stronger than you’d expected.
“Oh no point in lying to me, sweetheart,” he laughed heartily, “Of course he is.” A searing red streak drew your attention overhead. Tony. The Commander’s gaze followed the same trajectory as yours, watching the bright red suit sail closer and closer. “Though, I’ll admit I wasn’t expecting all of the Power Rangers.”
There’s the theory that Seven has feelings for the MC regardless of which route you’re on and how he seems to remember in previous routes before the reset. At first, when someone asked me about this theory, I actually didn’t expect this and didn’t think much about it. Now there seems to definitely be a lot of evidence showing how this theory could be true. If you have not gone through Dandelion (or Nameless perhaps), what I’m about to say in the following will be confusing. So I really recommend people to please play it or watch a gameplay of it on YouTube for this theory to make sense to you.
NOTE: Keep in mind that whenever I say “turn back time”, it actually means moving to a different timeline, not literally turning back time.
Credit goes to dual2limit for making a theory out of this but I added a flaw to it and something that all of us forgot about…
From what we have learnt in Dandelion and Nameless, there are many parallel universes. If Mystic Messenger is connected to these two games (it should be?), then there must be a multiverse existing in this game.
But how is this related to Seven? Well, does anyone recall back in Dandelion that the Wizard was the only one who could “turn back time”? Remember that he “turned back time” five times just so he could meet Heejung again and again…? What if the whole resetting of the game in MM was a consequence of the Wizard’s actions?
However, it doesn’t seem to add up… There’s a flaw in which it takes a whole year for Heejung to finally meet the Wizard whereas it takes only 11 days for the RFA to host a party… So how can a route in MysMe reset after 11 days if the Wizard only “turns back time” after a year?
But then again, he’s not literally turning back time… He’s travelling to different timelines…
But then again, how is it that it’s only Seven who remembers all of the previous events that occurred in the other routes and no one else?? But moving on to his love for the MC, did he at one point began falling for her and got tired of waiting for his turn? I mean, that would explain why he was so sad during a call with the MC in Jumin’s route. It was because of the fact that the MC had fallen for everyone else and not with Luciel. Yet. Could he really have a connection with the Wizard?
Oh, and also… does anyone recall back in Nameless (pun intended)….
WHEN ONE OF RED’S BAD ENDINGS INVOLVED TEI REMEMBERING THAT HE HAD A RELATIONSHIP WITH ERI AND HE LITERALLY STOLE HER AWAY FROM RED, SAYING “YOU STILL HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN ME”?!?!?!?!?
OH MY GOSH THIS IS CRUCIAL. LUCIEL’S NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO REMEMBERS PREVIOUS ROUTES. WE’VE FORGOTTEN ABOUT TEI.
….GUYS WHAT IN THE ACTUAL… fdashknasdghilknsagdlnkag
…I’m so done. Everyone has been so caught up with Seven that Momma Tei’s mysterious being was forgotten along the way…
I seriously need to gather more theories. If anyone has one, please don’t hesitate to share it out ^.^ If there are any flaws in this post, please know it is important to let me know :)
man, I just….I just wanna be happy. I’m so, so tired of being this walking ball of depression who only feels negative emotions, if she feels anything at all. some people are always so happy, so positive no matter where they are in life….studying in school, working as a doctor, a lawyer, a desk job, working in retail, unemployed, or even not having a lot of things but still managing to be happy and positive. I’m so tired of waking up every day wishing that I were still asleep so I wouldn’t have to feel the depression I feel. I wish I could get to a place where I’m happy.
hey everybody! parker here! im gonna make a lil post about SPACEPALS :-) its been quite a long on-going journey with several changes and tweaks along the way, and for some, this may be your first time seeing them! either way i feel its necessary to explain who they are and where theyve come from:
- Hooo boy are you in for a rough time. Heather has so many boys and girls vying for her attention it’s gonna take a lot to get her attention.
- Love poems and chocolates don’t work, and neither do sweet words at first. She just insults you, calls you out on your clothes and appearance and just makes things so much more difficult.
- The problem is that with you, you don’t actually like her because she’s popular and pretty. Sure, she’s gorgeous but that’s not just it. You feel like there’s something more so you just keep trying.
- And trying.
- And trying.
- Until a few months into the whole giving a compliment and receiving verbal abuse thing you have going on with her wears you down. You don’t feel a spark in your chest when you see her, your ears don’t perk up at the sound of her name or voice. Now anything to do with her just hurts. It aches and stings and eventually, you just give up on it and try to start moving on. The chances that she will notice that you stopped trying are just so small, she doesn’t care.
- Heather noticed when you stopped paying attention to her, and it pissed her off. Why weren’t you giving her those stupid little love poems anymore? Why weren’t you there to compliment her when she actually needed it? Yeah, she had other people there but it’s not like their words actually mattered compared to yours.
- It becomes her mission to find out what’s going on. She tries to find you at lunchtime or at parties she knows you’ll be at but just before she gets to you, you always seemed to slip away. She hated admitting it, but it was upsetting and she was determined to you talk to her at least one more time.
- It was a month into trying to get over Heather, and things weren’t going too well. She kept trying to approach you, every breaktime or party and it was getting exhausting avoiding her. How were you supposed to get over her if she was always there?
- You’d been thinking it all over when your mom called to you, saying a friend was here to visit. Seeing as most your friends lived further away, you thought that was rather suspicious. So like a normal person you got up and opened the door to see the person you’d least expected to ever be in front of your room.
- Heather Chandler was pretty pissed with you, you could see that. She stormed into your room and demanded you sit down on your bed, and you obliged.
- Before you could even speak she had flown into a rant, about how you’d stopped giving her attention and she wanted to know why and so on and so on. You only caught parts of it, finding it really hard to concentrate when she looked so pretty angry. When she finally finished you were still sitting there, confused, frightened and a little turned on. Realizing you weren’t going to make a move, she kissed you then and there. Someone had to have a little initiative.
- If you were surprised at Heather being at your door now, you were gobsmacked now. Here was the most popular and prettiest girl at school kissing you? And confessing to you? What the fuck???? You didn’t waste time in kissing her back. When the hell does life give you opportunities like that?
- Things go smoother in the relationship after that. You both talk, and learn that communication is a thing. You became less headstrong with your flirting and Heather learned how to show affection in a healthier way. It’s not long before you’re the school power couple, decimating anyone in your way all while looking gorgeous. Together, you were a force to be reckoned with.
(A/N - No gifs are mine. All belong to their creators/ owners, because I am a dunce at gif creation)
You were walking over to spend the day at your best friend’s
house, as you did most days, but things didn’t go as you’d expected. You’d
dressed lightly, since the weather was warm, just a pair of shorts and a white
shirt, and you started feeling a little nervous when the clouds started to roll
in. Picking up the pace, you hurried towards the apartment that would shelter
you from the rain you could tell was coming, but you weren’t fast enough. A
block away from his house, the heavens opened and within a minute, you were
soaked to the bone. By the time you were knocking on his door, you looked like
something out of The Ring, and were hoping you wouldn’t scare him.
As he opened the door, he was preparing to berate you for
being late when he had cooked dinner for the two of you, but his words caught
in his throat at the sight of you standing there shivering with your hair
falling over your eyes. His gaze travelled over you quickly, shocked at what he
was seeing, but on the way back up to your face, he paused, swallowing thickly.
He could see *everything* he’d always wanted to. Clearing his throat, he
quickly diverted his thoughts, hurriedly running to the bathroom and grabbing a
towel to wrap around your shoulders while trying not to think about how much he
wanted to see more. If he was going to try anything with you, it wasn’t going
to be while you were at a disadvantage. It would be when you were both thinking
“You’re soaked! Didn’t you check the weather forecast before
you left home? You’ll get sick!”
Seeing you standing there was almost more than he could
take, his eyes going straight to the holy grail he practically worshipped. He
licked his lips, hoping he could manage to hide the effect seeing you through
the fabric was having on him. You coughed, feeling a little awkward under his
gaze, and he looked up to your face. As he did so, he realised just how much
you were shaking and quickly grabbed your arm, pulling you inside and wrapping
his arms tightly around you as he hurried you over to the couch. Once he had
you safely seated, he tucked a blanket over you and rushed to the kitchen to
make a cup of tea for you, though the escape was almost as much to give him a
few minutes to get himself calmed down and get the blood moving around his body
again instead of just staying in one, very obvious, place, although he couldn’t
resist palming himself momentarily as he pictured what he had just seen before
quickly turning his attention to what he was supposed to be doing.
“You’re lucky you were coming here… You could’ve been on the
way to an interview and then what would’ve happened? No, don’t come out here!
You stay right there and keep warm! You’re getting pampered tonight missy!”
The moment he opened the door and saw you standing there in
a soaked and see through shirt, he knew he was in trouble. His breath caught in
his throat, and try as he might, he couldn’t keep himself from reacting to the
sight of the woman he adored virtually on display for him. He grabbed your
wrist, pulling you into the house and closing the door behind you with unusual
care, trying to distract himself. It didn’t work, and before he could stop
himself, he had you pinned to the wall, his lips pressed against yours
hungrily. In his mind, he tried to rationalise it as wanting to warm you up,
but after a moment or two of you pressed against his body, slowly melting into
the kiss, he couldn’t deny any more that he simply wanted you. All of you.
Lifting you into his arms, he carried you to the couch, lowering you onto it
and starting to peel off the soaked clothes, eager to see you without even the
“You should know better than to be around a man in a shirt
that could go see through like that, you know. You never know what he might do
Namjoon had been planning to confess to you that night,
though he was nervous as to how you would take it. When he saw you there,
though, part of him was relieved to have something more important to focus on.
Pulling you inside quickly, he wrapped his arms tightly around you and cradled
you against his chest, rubbing your back to try to warm it. Before he even
registered what he was doing, he was pulling the shirt off over your head,
freezing when he realised he was no longer looking at a dressed best friend but
his crush with no shirt on. Staring down at you, his brain switched into
autopilot and he crushed his lips to yours, not even caring whether he was
ruining a friendship. Even if you hated him for this, he had to taste you. As
you moaned against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, he lifted you
quickly and pinned you to the wall, wasting no time in slipping his hand past
the waistband of your shorts as his lips trailed to your neck.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me? And now you come
here looking like this? You must really want to be punished, baby… How about
letting me warm you up, hmm?”
Jimin adored you with every breath of his being, and seeing
your skin through the fabric wasn’t doing him any favors. Nevertheless, he
couldn’t risk wrecking the most important relationship he had. No matter what
it took, he would make sure he never lost you, even if it meant never telling
you he loved you. You were wobbling from the tremors the soaked cold clothing
was causing, and you took a shaky step forward to enter, but he could see the
shaking was making it tricky. He quickly picked you up and kicked the door shut
behind him, carrying you to the bathroom and stripping your clothes off without
batting an eyelash, ignoring the complaints from you. He turned on the water in
the shower and pushed you under the warm current, before stripping to his
boxers and following you in. He gently washed you, rubbing his hands over your
skin until it was no longer chilled, though as he did so, he found his hands
slowing, his body reacting to the soft sighs from you as he washed your back.
Deciding to take a risk, he leaned closer, pressing his lips lightly to your neck,
his arms snaking around your waist as you all but purred at the sensation.
“I didn’t want to risk losing you, but I can’t risk never
doing this. You have no idea how much I love you. You’re the most precious
thing in the world.”
Tae had had a thing for you for years, the feelings growing
stronger and stronger until it was almost killing him trying to keep them
hidden. So when you pushed past him into his apartment, dripping water
everywhere, he started wondering if he had finally lost his mind. What else
could explain how glorious you looked, standing there in a see through shirt
and shorts that were clinging to you in a way that left nothing to the
imagination? He bit back the groan that was threatening to surface at the sight
of you bending over, trying to peel off the shoes that were sticking to your
feet. He thought he had it under control until you turned to face him with a
sheepish smile, your shirt sticking to every curve and niche of your torso, and
the blood quickly started to flow south. In a split second, he went from the
innocent little puppy you knew so well to a complete stranger that made your
breath hitch at the sheer lust in his eyes. Before you could say anything, he
had picked you up and carried you to his room, dropping you unceremoniously on
the bed and clambering on after you with a dangerous smirk.
“Why do you always make things so hard for me? It’s
difficult enough being around you on a normal day without wanting to make you
scream, but now? Now I will.”
Kookie was still staring at the place you had been standing
when he opened the door, but you had already entered, kicked off your shoes,
and flopped onto the couch with a groan. Realising suddenly what had happened,
he closed the door with a small cough and made his way over, sinking down next
to you. You leaned against him and he shifted slightly, his eyes drifting down
to look at the soaking body beside him. Bad idea. Quickly, he grabbed a cushion
and set it on his lap, trying to appear nonchalant, but when you lay down with
your head on the cushion, it was all he could do to keep from moaning out loud
at the pressure on his lap combined with the sight of you virtually lying on
it. It was already somewhat dark in the living room thanks to the clouds
outside and he decided to take a risk, resting his hand on your chest and
letting it trace lightly over the cold fabric. The soft sigh of contentment at
the warmth of his hand only made things…harder, and he grew bolder, slipping
his hand under your shirt to caress your skin. It felt just as soft and
delicate as he had imagined, and he knew there was no way he was stopping now
unless you told him to.
“You have no idea how perfect you are. I’ve pictured what
you look like so many times, but that couldn’t possibly compare to the real
thing. You make the Venus de Milo look like a piece of garbage.”
Me drawing Halo Armor: Halo Armor is the fucking worst and it’s stupid and doesn’t make sense.
Me writing a scene that deals with fucking Halo Armor: Holy shit. This is the dumbest fucking shit. No seriously. This is the absolute fucking worst. Who the fuck designed this? How…how the fuck does it work? How the fuck do you take pieces off if someone’s injured or some shit? How THE FUCKDOES ITW O R K?!
Tags/Warnings: pwp (literally i didn’t even try?), tianshan, the boys are university age, established traffic light system (green = yes, orange = let’s talk or go slow, red = stop); forced orgasm, come-marking, rimming, blow jobs, deep-throating, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, bareback, aftercare, filthy filthy dirty talk, eeer, face-fucking, come swallowing, i’m so sorry guys
‘You make things ridiculously fucking difficult for me. Yes, mistletoe.’
Guan Shan stared at it, hanging in the doorframe of He Tian’s apartment,
and then he stared at He Tian. The smile was barely there, a ghost of a thing
curved at the corners, settled in the lines of his lower lip. Guan Shan looked
‘Aren’t you going to come in?’ said He Tian. The smile was corporeal
now, and laughter was creeping in.
Authors Note- So this was sort of inspired by the film ‘Stuck In love” which is like the only romance film I can re-watch. The reader has quite an icy persona so if that’s not what you like then I’m sorry. I was listening to this song while proof reading and it sort of goes with it, if you care that is you can find it here x
“Therefore you cant live a positive life with a negative mind-” Stiles spoke, to conclude his class presentation. It was a Friday afternoon and your English teacher decided to publically ridicule you all by making you each do a five minute presentation on ‘Your personal outlook on life’. “Does anyone have any questions for Stiles, or does anyone want to challenge his view point?” the teacher asked. When you raised your hand with that cocky look of yours the teacher gave a small sigh that was almost inaudible, almost. “Yes Y/n” she breathed, you see she pretended to hate the many debates you and Stiles had but she secretly loved to hear you argue with thoughts in complete juxtaposition to one another’s. “Positive people also have negative thoughts, they just don’t let those thoughts control them” you contributed, mainly to see the face Stiles pulled when he tried to think of a quick argument back. “Exactly, so you’re saying that positive people have an overall positive outlook because they choose to ignore the negativity surrounding them” he scoffed smugly. “Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of negativity being with us all and some people wallowing in it more than others. But you cant define a positive attitude with ones ability to block out what happens in their life or around them” you retort. After noticing the majority of the students in your class were rather half asleep or confused your teacher interrupted and suggested you begin with your presentation. You stood up and smirked at Stiles as you walked past him, letting him know you were about to make his presentation look miniscule in comparison to your own. “I’ve always been one of those people who look ‘too deeply’ into a situation or into someone and that’s because I learnt from a young age that there’s always something more than what you could ever see. But the one thing I’ve never understood is love, I guess you could say it’s because I’ve never experienced it but if love means putting all your trust into someone besides yourself and hoping they don’t take advantage of that, then I think I’ll pass. I’ve watched people fall hopelessly for people who don’t feel the same and it’s the cruellest, most unforgiving heartache I’ve ever witness and what do we do? We convince ourselves that there’s some sort of force known as ‘love’ that excuses every shitty feeling we’ve ever felt, that makes the hell you feel okay because we’re supposedly all apart of a probable cause. So as you may have already guessed my 3am thoughts aren’t wasted on thinking about a guy who may or may not like me back, because I don’t spend every waking of my being wishing that I’ll finally find someone to spend the rest of my life with. Who’d have my children and get bored after going through a midlife crisis at 30, who’d look at all the young men at his work and be bitter of how his youth was somehow stripped from him by the responsibility of a family. Who’d end up having an affair, because they always do, dragging the children through all divorce has to offer. I guess what I’m trying to say is I believe that life has a deeper meaning, to the emotions we are told we should feel. Love doesn’t come naturally like sadness or anger, so why are we trying to make it more than it is? Life is what you make it, not what people tell you it should be” the bell rang shortly after you finished, the class clapped after hearing something that had never even crossed their minds before. You simply walked back over to your desk and picked up your school bag as if nothing happened, not seeing Stiles sit stiff in his chair, his mouth gawping at the sound of your harsh words.
”Y/n! Y/n!” Stiles called as he stumbled through the crowds of people in the hallway. You leant against your locker door and smiled as he approached you frantically. “What Stiles? Did you not have enough class time to disagree with me, so you want to carry it on into lunch again?” you questioned, with unavoidable sarcasm in your voice. “No, I just wanted to ask if you really feel that cynical about love” he said, as you began walking down the hall together. “You’re sweet Stiles, but I’m not a nice girl and you’re wasting your time if you think we’ll be anything more than this” you claimed, without batting an eyelid. “And what exactly are we now?” he questioned. “Nothing, we’re nothing Stiles” you spoke, it coming across more cold hearted than you intended to be with him. He stopped dead in the middle of the masses of students trying to get past to lunch or class, causing you to do the same and turn to look at him. His eyes widened as his head bobbed as he repeated the word “Nothing” in the form of a question. “Look, your friends are over there waiting for you. I suggest you hurry before they leave you” you said, deflecting what he was saying. He rolled his eyes, but said one last thing before you completely disappeared to find your own friends. “I may be nothing to you, but I’d be really interested in sharing a 3am conversation with you” he called. “We’ll see Stilinski, we’ll see” you called back, with an unavoidable grin on your face.
You opened your front door to see none other than Stiles Stilinski standing there, armed with a collection of Star Wars DVDS and popcorn. “Come in” you sighed with a laugh, not being able to turn away someone who resembled a lost puppy. “Are you here alone?” he asked, noticing the countess takeout boxes scattered on the kitchen worktop and the lack of sound other than the living room TV that was playing re-runs of old shows. “Uhm yeah, come on” you said, taking his hand and guiding him upstairs. You took the things out of his hands and placed them on your bed, before sliding open your bedroom window. Meanwhile he was running his hand along your things, that would have so many enriched sentimental memories that he wouldn’t be able to imagine if he tried. “Come on” you guided, gesturing for him to follow you onto the roof outside your window. “Are we not watching the films?” he pouted. “Stilinski you want to experience what a 3am conversation is like with me, this is as close as you’re going to get, so get your ass out here” you said while climbing out. He followed shortly and perched beside you. “How long have you been here alone?” he questioned. already half knowing the answer from what he could work out. Usually you were reserved when it came to things like your family, but there was just something freakishly weird that made you want to tell him. “You want the honest truth?” you glanced from the view of the outside world to look at the one in his eyes. He nod his head gently. “Well my mom caught my dad screwing his intern again and so they’re on a break together in the Maldives; to try and ‘work things out’ so in other words its going to be an intense period of meaningless make-up sex because he’ll only do it again a few months down the line. So it’s just me and my brother, when he isn’t over at his friends house that is, getting drunk or stoned” you explained, sounding almost numb to the pain it should cause you. “I had no idea, I am so sor-” he began saying before you interrupted him. “Please don’t apologise, I’ve heard enough empty ones to last a lifetime” you claimed. “So is that what your presentation was based on? Your parents?” he asked. “Kind of, but their distorted version of a ‘normal’ relationship isn’t the only thing that makes me hate the idea of love. I guess it’s like religion, some people choose to believe in it for comfort and to give them hope because what would life be without hope, right?” you explained. “So you’re saying that love isn’t necessarily real, we just believe it is” he said, involuntarily raising his eyebrows. “Yeah, why do you disagree?” you asked mockingly, hitting his shoulder playfully with your own. “I do disagree. You see there’s this girl and I’ve liked her for a long time and every time I see her It just makes me smile and even something as simple as her tucking her hair behind her ear when she’s concentrating or yawning in the middle of class gives me a reason to smile everyday just thinking how lucky I am to have her in my life” he looked away from you with a cheesy smile on his face, that would usually make you want to punch him. Your heart fluttered for a moment, imagining what it would be like if someone talked about you the way he did for that girl but you couldn’t resist putting the barriers back up. “Just avoid love at all cost. That’s my motto” you sighed loudly. He shook his head with a smile, “You know, you make these things so difficult” he claimed. “What things?” you asked, furrowing your brows. “I like you Y/n, I like you a lot” he sounded nervous but relieved that he was finally saying it. “You don’t know the first thing about me” you said. You were experiencing so many new and mixed feelings and even then you refused to let your guard down, which must have been so frustrating for someone like Stiles. “Then let me get to know you, the real you” he finally looked back at you. You gave a small smile before standing up and making your way back to your bedroom window, gesturing for him to follow.
“You totally did cry!” you laughed, throwing a piece of popcorn at him. “No, I had something in my eye and no it was not my tears” he said embarrassed. “I guess these films aren’t as bad as I thought they were” you pouted, examining the star wars DVD box in your hand. “I don’t know whether to be offended or excited by that comment” he said, while pulling his phone out of his pocket. You looked over his shoulder to see how many missed calls and texts he had from all of his friends. “Oh shit, I’ve got to go!” he jumped up. You sighed, why does everyone leave you? You sat up on your bed and pulled the pillow onto your lap. “I guess I’ll see you around” you couldn’t hide the sadness in your voice. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” he asked, as he backed towards your bedroom door. “Yeah” you spoke softly. With that he headed downstairs. You weren’t sitting there for more than ten seconds before he barged back in, “On second thought, they can hold up without me for one night” he sat back down beside you on the bed and you looked at him with a smile and admiration in your eyes. That was before you shook it off and hit play on the next film. This time around it was more awkward for some reason and you found yourselves slowly getting closer to each other. You craved his touch, whether that be intentional or even something as simple as your arms or legs brushing past one another’s. Stiles checked the time on his phone as the movie came to an end, “It’s 1am, I best head off” he said softy, knowing you were half asleep. “Stay- Please” you spoke, looking up at him. He couldn’t help but stare at you for a moment, not really sure if this was actually happening or not. He slouched down beside you and stared at your celling with a smile on his lips. He didn’t expect Y/n Y/l/n, the girl notorious for being heavily guarded with little trust in people to rest her head on his chest and wrap her arm around him tightly before drifting off to sleep.
Your eyes drifted open, to see your arm resting on someone else. You felt someone’s head nuzzled in your neck and their arm around your waist. You ignored the initial feeling you felt and instead went with the one of regret. “Shit” you whispered, pushing them off you. Stiles groaned as he fell onto the floor beside your bed, which you couldn’t deny was pretty cute. He picked himself back up and rose to his feet. He’d never thought you’d looked more beautiful, strands of your hair messy but natural, your complexion glowing in the small amount of light coming from your window and your clothes all bunched, exposing your midriff, which you quickly covered after noticed him looking. “Get out Stilinski!” your voice was raspy and tired but still firm. He looked at you in confusion, “You do know, it was you that asked me to stay” he raised an eyebrow. “Just get out!” you threw a pillow at him and watched as he picked up his DVDS and shoes, before heading off downstairs. “Shit” you whispered again to yourself, sliding down your bedroom door after you shut it.
I’m definitely writing a part two, but did you guys enjoy this? Also bare with me with the other parts to “Because Of Me’, “The Girl In The White Dress’ and ‘What Happened To Y/n?’, I’m sorry I know you’ve been waiting for a while x