#the internship

[anonazure]

Was reorganizing files on my laptop and forgot about this little project of mine. I decided to finish it.

Anyway these are the Sterek Variants I ship:

Basically, ONLY movies, I had seen the movie and their situation/environments make it possible for their characters to meet

[kowbelll]

Cute

I'm a little late, but here's more of the twins, Stiles and Stuart Stilinski! And bis thanks to @darkintothedawn for the inspiration! I couldn't have done it without your phenomenal ideas!

Word Count: 965

She couldn’t remember falling asleep, nor how she ended up so perfectly snuggled between her two favorite boys. She did, however, know exactly who was who, just by feeling them breathe against her. Stuart was lying on his back, his arm bent so that his hand held the back of his neck, creating the perfect nook for her head to rest on his chest. Her arm was already wrapped around his waist when she instinctively pulled him closer. Stiles, being the more deliberate twin, was behind her, spooning her and keeping her in a tight embrace while his nose stayed buried in her hair.  

When the three of them began dating, snuggling was sometimes more comparable to a cold war: no physical attacks, but verbal arguments and even threats about who should be where and what positions they should lay in. The poor girl had to be the mediator, begging them to compromise somewhere in the middle for her sake. They had been whipped since they first met her, so it’s no surprise that they listened, although somewhat begrudgingly.  

At this point, they have nearly mastered the art of going with the flow or, in other words, letting her get comfortable first, and then sliding in on either side, always taking turns facing her. Many things are like this in their relationship since their circumstances are somewhat unusual. 

As if on cue, they both lifted their heads to look at her and she looked between them in turn.  

“There she is,” Stiles said with an adoring grin. 

“It’s about time,” quipped Stuart. 

The last time she was conscious, Stiles was driving them back to their house after their date at the zoo. Seeing her beam about each animal as they wandered through the park ignited more love in their hearts for her. There wasn’t a single thing she could do that wouldn’t make them ruminate on her excessive amounts of ‘cuteness’, as they say. Apparently, all of that walking and enthusing tuckered her out, because she was out like a light, slumped against Stuart’s shoulder in the backseat. She figured one of them must have carried her inside and upstairs. 

“What time is it anyway?” she said before yawning. 

Stuart glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. “Almost eight.” His fingers traced random patterns on her arm, still wrapped around his waist. 

“Wow. I’ve been asleep this whole time?” 

“Yeah, it’s very cute,” Stiles said, nuzzling into her hair blissfully. 

“Again, with the ‘cute’ thing? Aren’t there any other words you can use to describe me?” As of recently, she’d been growing tired of their teasing insistence. ‘Cute’ was basically their new favorite word. 

“Nope. You’re cute, it’s time to accept it,” Stiles stated simply. 

“I’m not rejecting it!” 

“Yes, you are. And it’s not very nice,” Stuart added. 

She couldn’t believe they turned this onto her, yet again! The few times they actually work together are spent teasing her. Not when she asks them to stop bickering about nonsense, no, that would be too easy. They just have to throw a wrench in the works. 

“What!? How am I not being nice?” she exclaimed. 

“You know exactly how. Don’t try to act all innocent.” Stiles was too sly for anyone’s good. 

“I’m not-” 

“Oh, come on. We all know what you’re doing,” interjected Stuart. “You’re fishing for compliments! You know, your greed is gonna catch up with you eventually.” He wore a poker face that was convincing enough to make her face flush, turning rosy. 

Stiles lifted his head and caught a glimpse her warm pout and chuckled, saying, “Oh, don’t do that, you know we’re just messing with you.” 

“Whatever. I’m hungry.” 

“So that’s why you’re so grumpy,” Stuart started, but stopped and furrowed his eyebrows when he felt her begin to release herself from their holds. “Wait, where are you going?” He and Stiles both tightened their grasps. 

“To the kitchen. I’m hungry.” Her repeated words were blunt because, to her, it was obvious. 

“Woah, wait a damn minute, you can’t leave yet!” Stiles said. 

“Why not?” She narrowed her eyes at him, looking behind her. 

“Because.” 

“Because? That’s it?” 

“Yes!” he asserted. 

“What he means,” Stuart glared at his twin, “is that we... uh... really, really don’t want you to.” He wore a pained expression, knowing full well that his reasoning was probably only hurting their cause, and Stiles gave him the death stare right back. 

She sighed, beginning to move again, and he knew this meant he only had one choice left. “Ok, ok, we’re sorry, we’re sorry... Please don’t get up. Seriously.” He paused to think, then continued, "Hey, how about you stay here, and someone brings food to you?” 

The girl smiled slightly and began to relax into the bed again. “Alright. I can agree to that.” 

Stiles’ face lit up. “Perfect! Stuart will go.” 

Stuart’s eyes widened with rage. That scheming bastard! he thought, and he sat up with malintent radiating off of him, causing Stiles to practically duck, burying his face in her hair yet again. He huffed, knowing that he can’t beat his brother’s ass when their girlfriend is anywhere near him; he would not take that risk.  

He took a couple of seconds to relax (for now, he’d get his revenge after she went home), then leaned down to press a sweet kiss to her forehead. “Anything for the cutest girl in the world.” 

Seeing her soft smile almost made the trip downstairs worth it, but he knew tackling Stiles and throwing him down those same stairs later would cure him.  

As soon as Stuart left the room, Stiles pulled her impossibly closer, relishing in the few moments of alone time. 

“You know Stuart is going to kill you, right?” 

“Yeah, I know.” 

[willowsfanarts]

you made me a believer - latest artwork

[meep-meep-richie]

Will Ferrell is one of us

[lisa-dylan826]

Dylan with volcanic black eggs

[stilesstilinskisposts]

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

[bajablasterrr]

*in a Dr. Doofensmirtz Voice*

If I had a nickel for every time Owen Wilson was involved in a Gay Slow-burn Relationship I’d have 4 nickels, which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened four times

[obriengf]

17 and Stewart!! I can picture that one with him perfectly!

get cute with meet-ugly blurbs - requests closed! 17: “we make contact before trying to steal the last seat on the subway/bus/train and I end up in your lap and fuck you, I’m going to stay here because I’ve had a really long day and this seat was mine” Note: I am very well aware that this isn't the best thing...

SEATBELT

Your vision line was impaired for a brief moment, but you could still feel his eyes on you; the way you were watched closely, your every move waited upon and calculated as if you were a puzzle that he was trying to solve. Your observations were just as canny, if not more, as you took a moment to take in your surroundings within an enclosed cabin of the subway to San Fransisco. The afternoon commute was busier than usual - passengers taking up every minuscule inch of occupancy, bodies feeding into the claustrophobia of limited seating. It was amazing how a sea of people from every platform could filter into such a small space so easily. Fresh air was non-existent and it caused your heart to thump and brows to furrow in distress. The knuckles of your right hand were screaming in pain from clutching the hanging strap too tight, and every bump the cabin passed caused your stature to falter and your footing to become unbalanced. Your time at work was bad enough as it was, but standing and waiting for a seat overtook every stressful event of your day with ease. Your eyes fluttered around for a vacant spot, but were met again with the large brown gaze that hid behind glass frames - the first time you saw them, your cheeks grew flushed, until you realised their motive. The owner, a man with matching annoyance clutching at every facial feature, was making sure that you didn't get the first seat before him. Smug bastard.

It was as if he could read your mind; his body stiffening, ready to pounce despite how his shoulder ached with a heavy bag that slung deeply. His day, too, was challenging - trying to meet quotas on a mind-blank of ideas wasn't something he often faced, yet it had been his daily norm for nearly a week. He desired to sit, to rest his legs and to take that relieving deep breath that was much warranted when the evening came. Nobody else in your peripherals was awake enough for a battle of comfort, which made this fight fit best for the quickest and most cunning.

The next stop was approaching and people began to stand as they awaited their further commute home. Your surroundings shifted, bodies repositioning as they slid around you like Tetris - confined tensions forcing your eyes closed as you drew a deep breath. You loved your job, truly, but the hour commute to and from was less than ideal. You were forced in between strangers and moments away from your throat closing with nervous energy before the train finally began slowing its pace, and you released relieving exhale of panicked breath in time with the opening of your carriage doors.

Congestion was imminent, however, your brief layover finally allowed carriage breathing room - and the possibility of the much-awaited available spot. As people began to vacate, you spotted a free seat and it was as if your heart sang in solace with laser-eyed focus and feet ready to lunge. You held on to your bag tightly as you pressed forward, small pleasantries slipping past your lips as you dodged other passengers.

You could feel the soft seating before you even sat down, you were dreaming of it for the past thirty minutes - but the plushness of the seat wasn't what you expected when you realised that the man with the glasses and observant eyes was where you managed to place yourself. Your own eyes widened in shock, voice unable to emit after you glanced down to his cocky smirk.

With a small growl, your brows furrowed at him, "No, no! This is my seat, go somewhere else."

"Sorry sweetheart, I was here first." His voice was mocking, a daring tone that effortlessly portrayed just how much he didn't care. To further affirm his unwillingness to move, the stranger's body sunk snugly against the padded bench with a loud and restful sigh. His competitiveness continued to shine through with a cocky quirk of his lips, "I'm not giving this up."

Fire burned in your eyes, an anger brewing that started much earlier in your day. You were exhausted and irritated, and games were far from what you were prepared to face at this moment. A pout prompted your lips to purse and brows to drop, and for a second you felt like a four-year-old standing their ground during a tantrum.

"Well, I'm not, either."

The man just nodded, quick to ignore your presence as he pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and began immersing himself in the small screen. You couldn't decide what was more awkward - the fact that he wasn't acknowledging your place on his lap or the way that you were sitting to the curve of his knees in absolute unsteadiness. One rickety bump and you'd find yourself on the floor.

Fate wasn't on your side; a running gag that life decided to throw at you once again today, in the form of the old train rocking and your legs sliding away from the glasses-wearing stranger. You expected the embarrassment of numerous eyes watching you collide with the cabin floor, but it never came as arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you backwards.

It took a second for you to realise that the outside of your thigh was snug against the stranger's stomach, his hands now flat over your side and against the bottom curve of your ribs as he held you close to him. He was your human seatbelt, holding you back and keeping you safe. It provoked warmth to shoot through your veins, to awaken the butterflies in your stomach and to colour the rosiness in your cheeks. It felt nice, despite the fact that he was a stranger with a stupid smug smile and filled with utter cockiness.

"Woah, nearly lost you there." He mumbled, a softness peeking through. It was easy to follow the caramel swirl of his eyes as they gazed over your face for any sort of discomfort, but you both seemed in the clear, and his shoulders dropped in relief. They looked down for a brief second before he smiled again, "Us googlers gotta stick together, you know."

Your head tilted to the side, every ounce of your focus now directed only toward him, "What?"

"Your lanyard." Hesitantly, he pulled a hand away from your side and tugged at the multicoloured fabric dangling from your neck, a plastic key card with a four-month-old photo of you sitting to the side. When he saw you following his touch, he hastily found his own within his zipped-up jumper and dangled it between you both. "Got a matching one. We're practically family."

Black letters caught your eyes first, the name of the man filling in another puzzle piece as you said it aloud, "Stuart Twombly, software development."

"That's me." He replied, a wink dropping behind his glasses and hold absentmindedly tightening as another small bump disrupted the cabin. Everything was coming together for you; no wonder he seemed full of himself, a handful of people you know from that department certainly have a big head and a matching ego. Your mind awoke from your thoughts when you felt your lanyard tugging again. Stuart hummed, "Y/N L/N, accounting. Interesting."

"How so?" You said quickly, offence already settling in your voice.

"You just got to be really smart to be an accountant for one of the biggest companies in the world."

Your head shook as your body readjusted yourself on his lap, "I'm not an accountant... yet. It's just a paid internship. But I'm sure you don't want to hear about any of that - "

"An internship?" Stuart's eyes lit up, his smile genuine as the corners of his lips lifted, "I know a thing or two about internships, try me."

[kowbelll]

Stuart Twombly exchanges lots and lots of sassy, bratty remarks with his girlfriend until they inevitably make out and touch every inch of each other.

Thank you for your time.

[cositanuestra]

𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓂ℯ 𝓃ℴ𝓉 ໒꒱༝༚༝༚

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 SYNOPSIS. stuart twombley, the uptight, sarcastic, nerd who never looked up from his phone, that stuart twombley, had a crush on you?

THIS INCLUDES! mostly fluff, slightly ooc? reader goes by she/her, tiny sexual innuedos if you blink.., stuart being sarcastic and also down bad this is NOT proofread do not crucify me pls

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You didn’t think that Stuart, the hot nerd that worked at your internship, would’ve ever even looked your way. It shocked you completely when you had even gotten the idea mentioned that he was into to you. Sitting at your desk near Neha, giggling at dumb Facebook memes while on your break. Stuart walked in, phone gripped in his hand with a bunch of drinks, presumably from a local Starbucks. You gasped at the sight, “Stuart and Starbucks?” You giggled excitedly. The tall boy came around with everyone order, a litter of thank you’s. “Oh Stewie, you shouldn’t have.” You giggled, taking the tiny strawberry milkshake he left on your desk. “It’s no big deal,” he mumbled, scratching his neck. He soon turned around quickly, returning back to his seat where he buried his head into his phone.

“Hm,” Neha mumbled. “Did i do something wrong?” You turned around, eyebrows knitted together at her. “Nah, that’s just Stuart. Don’t over think it [y/n].” The brunette girl said, a hand on your shoulder before she returned to her laptop. You frowned a bit to yourself, feeling as though you pushed the brown eyed boy the wrong way.

that wasn’t the first time something like that happened either, it was another time the following week, you were all at the white board, the team bursting out ideas. Stuart, the smart guy he is, said something incredibly Stuart-y, a parade of ‘oh I’ve never seen it that way’ ‘wow, that’s smart.’ Which wasn’t unusual. “That was really cool of you, Stu. You always take things at a new angle, it’s admiring.” You rambled, starting a conversation. Stuart looked down at you, a shocked zing in his eyes that you would’ve missed if you blinked. Stuart played with his beanie and pushed up his black rimmed glasses. “Uh, thanks.” He stated, walking away.

It was a game of cat and mouse with him, he literally never, never spoke to you unless prompted to. I mean, it’s not like you had a crush on stuart or anything, but you were chill and on a close level with the rest of the gang, so why did he have to make it so difficult? And even when attempted to have somewhat of a conversation with him, he would take off or barely even look at you. You couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t a bit hurtful. You walked into the office returning from your break, having stopped when you peeped the sight of the rest of the group conversating, having heard your name. “yeah, [y/n] gave me some insight on this new thing I’ve been developing,” you watched Stuart peek up from his phone, his hand covering his face. Neha looked over at him suspiciously, she had become somewhat aware at how much it bothered you that stuart didn’t seem to enjoy being around you. “Yeah, she’s a smart girl, maybe even smarter than you, Stuart.” Neha spat, searching for a reaction out of the brunette boy. Stuart shifted in his seat. Lyle leaned over, “Yeah Stuart, how come you like, never talk to her. Did she find out or something?” He said casually. Stuart gave an aggravated look to Lyle, a ‘shut the fuck up’ kind of face, it was a mistake to ever go out drinking with that idiot. His train of thought interrupted by Neha bursting “[y/n] found out about what, exactly stuart?” Neha glared. “Nothing, what the hell are you talking about?” Stuart flustered, growing more embarrassed by the minute. You let out a shocked squeak, covering your hand before you ducked behind the nearest wall.

“You don’t know Neha? Stuart’s been like, having a hard on for her for months.” Lyle added, taking a sip of his drink. “Oh my god.” Stuart groaned, slumping into his chair, Neha let out a gasp. She hit his shoulder, letting out a ‘hey!’ From Stuart. “Dude, you’re joking.” Neha laughed. “You like her?”

Lyle laughed, “like? More like obsessed. [y/n] doesnt like mocha frappes she likes caramel!” He mocked. “Will you shut the fuck up please? It’s not a big deal that I want to get her the right drink.” Neha’s shoulders fell. “Dude, she like literally thinks you hate her, you’re such a douchebag.” Stuart’s eyes widened, pointing a finger at his chest. “Me? She thinks I-I don’t like her?” “Yes man!” “I mean, you do kinda blow her off, it’s a little ironic considering every time she looks at you, you look like you’re about to nut in your pants.” Neha cringed, stuart pinched his temple, groaning. Stuart really fumbled. “It’s been bothering her a lot more than she likes to admit.” You really thought he hated you? I mean sure, he wasn’t the most confident of the bunch, any string of conversation coming out of his mouth being a something laced with sarcasm or something smart assed. It’s not like it’s his fault that he physically felt his body hurt at the sight of you walking in, flowy mini dress hugging all the right parts and that pink lipgloss he’d oh so love to devour. It was supposed to be something small, ‘oh no big deal, just my pretty coworker.’ But day after day he could feel his attraction seeping out of his skin, so much to the point he couldn’t even stand talking to you. How could he? Walking past you and he could smell the strawberry vanilla shampoo that you used, the literal scent of your perfume enough to have him weak. It wasnt his fault he couldn’t be near you without desperately needing to sit down, his body betraying him. As much as he wanted to be your friend, he knew he couldn’t do that, he’d just get selfish and would want to keep you all to himself. So every time you mentioned some cute tech guy you talked to in the hallway, or some hot guy tried to make a pass at you, he just let it happen. And god forbid he try to make a move, Stuart and flirting? Never going to happen. Watching from afar was easier then going through the emotional turmoil of figuring out whether you liked him or not, and he didn’t want to risk messing things up. So, he gave up long before he even thought of trying. Plus, why him when you could pull so many other gorgeous guys? It’s not like he thought he was ugly, but he truly believed you’re far out of his league. All he could do was pull on his beanie and pray to any divine being out there that some miracle would happen where you’d find him attractive.

Hearing all of that makes you sink to the floor, hand clasped on your mouth and cheeks burning. That’s why Stuart didn’t want to be around you? Because he had a thing a for you? You weren’t one to lie and say that he wasn’t someone that would pop up in your mind when you were in bed at night and alone. I mean, he wasn’t incredibly hot and could solve a math question like it’s nothing. And the way he explained things and nerded out was like, absolute paradise for you. And those black rimmed glasses? Let’s not get started on those because that would take to much time to even describe what those things do to you. Wait, so what did this mean now? He liked you, but avoided you. Is he not interested? Is he into you but doesn’t want it to go any further? Now it would be a little bit more difficult to contain yourself around him, now knowing the reason why the brunette seemed like he couldn’t stand to be next to you. So with that established, what would that mean for the both of you now?

[swirledyouintoallmypoems]

lavender haze | stuart twombly x fem!reader

“i feel the lavender haze creeping up on me”

stuart and y/n had been dating for only a few months after accidentally meeting while he was renting a few dvds from where she worked.

“surreal, i’m damned if i do give a damn what people say”

stuart liked keeping his private life, well, private from the others at google. but there wasn’t much he could do when they found out that he had a girlfriend.

“no deal, the 1950s sh*t they want from me”

warnings: swearing, kissing or wtv, nothing too bad

“i just wanna stay in that lavender haze”

☾

“stewie’s got a girlfriend?” nick grinned at him teasingly. “wow. never would’ve guessed.”

“i know, right?” billy, who had been the one to find out and tell the others, grinned. “dark and stormy’s not very dark and stormy anymore.”

“guys, can you just shut up about it now?” stuart asked, turning to face his laptop again. “yes. i have a girlfriend. big deal.”

“this is a big deal, stuart.” billy told him. “do we get to meet her?”

“no.”

“what? never?”

“never.”

“aww.” neha fake-pouted. “anyway, can we get back to work?”

“finally something i agree with.” stuart pointed to her. “back to work.”

“but i would love to meet your girlfriend, stuart.” neha added and he groaned. “do you think she’d follow me on instagram?”

“no. shut up.”

“oh, come on, stuart.” billy laughed as stuart put his headphones on. “don’t be like that.”

“guys, back to work.” lyle ordered and the rest of the group sighed before turning back to their computers.

“how’d you meet your girlfriend, stuart?” yo-yo asked and the room burst into chatter again.

“yeah, how, stuart?” nick asked and stuart rolled his eyes.

“none of your business.” stuart replied, pulling out his phone after it vibrated, indicating he got a text. it was from you.

“you should invite her to tomorrow night, stuart.” billy suggested. “to the par-tay.”

stuart gave billy a weird look. “why?”

“so we can meet her, duh.” neha scoffed.

“no.”

“invite her.” billy ordered.

“no.” stuart shook his head.

“do it. invite her.” nick agreed.

“no.” he spoke more firmly. “i’m not inviting her.”

“hey, babe.” you greeted as stuart appeared in front of the counter as you worked. “what’s up?”

“are you busy tomorrow night?” he asked. straight to the point.

“i shouldn’t be. why?”

stuart sighed. “there’s some work party and everyone in my group wants you to come.”

you smiled. “really?”

“yeah. so, if you want, you can come.” stuart silently prayed you wouldn’t want to go. “you don’t have to.”

“no, it sounds fun. i’ll go.”

“seriously?”

“yeah, why not?”

“nothing. yeah, cool, whatever.” he forced a smile. “see you at my place tonight?”

“yeah, of course.”

“great.” stuart turned around and the smile dropped.

fuck.

he really wanted you to say no.

he could’ve just not brought it up and acted like you weren’t invited, but that would be a horrible thing to do.

he wished he did that.

that was how you ended up at a google work party the next night with stuart, hiding in the corner of the room.

“why can’t i meet your friends?” you asked and stuart frowned.

“because you can’t.” he mumbled, taking a sip of his drink and adjusting the beanie on his head.

if it weren’t casual dress you probably would’ve had to rip the hat from his head to make sure he wouldn’t be wearing it.

“from what you’ve told me they don’t seem bad.” you shrugged and stuart stared at you.

“trust me. they are the worst.”

“are you talking about us, stewie?” nick asked as he approached the two of you, and stuart rolled his eyes and groaned. nick held out his hand to you. “i’m nick.”

“no.” stuart grabbed your hand. “let’s go.”

��oh, come on, stu.” you gave him a look. you shook nick’s hand. “my name’s y/n.”

“it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, y/n.” nick greeted before looking at stuart. “she’s so much nicer than you. where have you been hiding her?”

stuart glared and you chuckled.

“no seriously, how the hell did you get such a nice girlfriend when you’re a massive jerk?” nick asked jokingly. “i’m kidding.”

awkward silence.

“i’ll be back in a second.” stuart mumbled to you. “stay here.”

“where are you going?” you asked stuart while nick wandered off to get another drink.

“just the bathroom.” he told you, pressing a short kiss to your lips. “i’ll be right back.”

“alright then. go.” you pushed him lightly and he kissed you once more before he walked away.

“so, you’re stuart’s girlfriend?”

you turned your head at the voice and were met with a girl around your age.

so when stuart left the bathroom, he found you happily talking with neha patel.

when he appeared at your side again, stuart took your hand in his and you smiled.

“hey.” you looked away from him and went back to your conversation with neha.

stuart stared at the two of you. he didn’t like you talking to neha. he had tried so hard to keep you separate from his work friends.

he knew what they were like. he didn’t want them to be all in your business, or to annoy you too much.

he didn’t want them to scare you off. after all, you had only been dating for three months.

“—alright, thank you, neha.” stuart quickly cut off whatever conversation you were having and tugged on your hand. “we’re gonna go now.”

“what?” you asked, confused. “why?”

he shook his head, gave neha an extremely forced smile and practically pulled you across the room.

“stuart, what the hell is going on with you?” you asked as the two of you left the room and went out into the hallway.

“nothing.”

“bullshit.”

“who have you talked to tonight?”

“why?”

“who?”

“like, five people. nick, billy, neha, lyle and yo-yo.” you counted on your fingers as you listed them. “and billy introduced me to some guy he called chetty, so six.”

“oh, god.” stuart groaned and rubbed his eyes, his hands slipping under his glasses.

“why, stuart? what’s the big deal?” you asked. “why are you being so weird?”

“because they’re so…” stuart sighed. “they act like they need to know everything about everyone and are always trying to know everything about every aspect of my life.”

stuart let go of your hand and instead sat his hands on your waist.

“you’re the one thing i want to keep separate from them. i don’t want them to end up ruining this.” stuart spoke quietly. you brought your hands up to his shoulders. “i love you, y/n.”

that was something new.

you smiled and leaned forward, connecting your lips before pulling away just a second later.

“i love you too, stuart.” you laughed softly against his lips, making him smile, before you leaned into another kiss.

you reached up and pulled the beanie off of his head, running your fingers through his hair after.

“you’ve got to agree that they’re annoying, right?” stuart asked almost immediately after pulling away.

“oh, definitely. i think billy asked me about eight times if we were going to get married.”

stuart laughed a little. “seriously?”

“yeah. they asked so many questions about us.”

the two of you were silent for a moment.

“do you want to go back inside?” he gestured to the doors beside you.

“no.” you answered, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. “i just want to stay with you.”

“back to my place?” he asked and you nodded.

“of course.”

the two of you headed towards the building’s front doors.

“do you want take-out?”

“it’s, like, midnight.”

“yeah, but do you?”

“yeah.”

stuart chuckled and opened the door for you. “i love you.”

“so you’ve said.” you teased, kissing his cheek. “i love you, too.”

you both walked to the car in silence. hand-in-hand.

taglist: @brvceyamada

a/n: i feel like this is too short or smth, but yay lavender haze

[meep-meep-richie]

Owen in pink

[lisa-dylan826]

Too hot to handle🥵🥵

[panthressa]

I have a couple more requests for Stiles to get to over the next few days, but if anyone has spicy thoughts for Stuart or Mitch that they'd like to share, please send them my way!