Congratulations on 500 🎉 🙌🏻 can I have “we aren’t friends, friends don’t do this” with stiles please ☺️
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** Changed this to fluff because this gif is so cute.
"WE AREN'T FRIENDS, FRIENDS DON'T DO THIS KINDA THING."
You scoffed as Stiles' arm tightened around your torso, his body easily encasing around your own as if your two forms were melded into one. His retort was prompted by the initial sounding of your voice; his lengthy fingers drawing soft patterns over the exposed skin of your hip whilst you initiated conversation about how close you both lay together. Not that you didn't mind it - the boy had quickly become your safe haven, the simplicity and warmth of his touch managing to ground you in the toughest of situations. What brought you back to a feeling of salvation, however, was when the strong embrace of his arms held you to the steady beating of his chest as you both took in the comfortable silence. The bond was unspoken, but a very vital and predominant feature of your friendship.
You could tell that his statement fell from tired lips, the nuzzling of his nose under your ear further indicating that Stiles was falling asleep behind you. You couldn't help, though, the hiss that playfully pushed through your teeth, "Oh, ouch. I see how it is, Stilinski." You managed an exaggerated sigh with your reply, gently patting the large hand that sat between your ribcage before pushing it away. It was sudden, yet expected, when the reverberating of an alerted heartbeat thumped against your back, Stiles' eyelashes quickly flickering over the sensitive skin of your neck. Stiles lifted his head, thoughts of slumber quickly pushed aside before he looked down at your retreating body.
Fingers flexed over your torso, pulling your smaller frame back against his as you chuckled at his eagerness. You could feel Stiles' smile curl over your temple, the warmth of his breath blowing into your hair, "I didn't mean it like that!" He cooed, a small laugh of his own muffled as his lips now pressed to your hairline. It was second nature as you sunk back into his warmth, allowing the boy to completely wrap himself around you as if he was shielding you from the world. Stiles once again nuzzled his face into the curve of your neck, the upturn of his nose dragging gently over your jawline before he released a whisper of a sigh, "It's just that... this, it isn't conventional for friends, not really. Don't get me wrong, I really like being this close to you, but it's not usual for people who are, you know... just friends."
You hummed, looking across his room, needing to focus on something solid as your eyes drew to the recently cleaned crime board standing predominantly against his wall. You'd be lying if you said that the thought of having this conversation hadn't been sitting in the back of your mind, waiting for an answer that you weren't even sure you wanted. What you shared with Stiles worked, and you both felt satisfied and happy in these intimate positions that you never thought twice about. It was as if the two of you couldn't even go about your days without being in each other's arms at least once - it was an addiction, a magnetized force, a necessity - but you wouldn't trade your tender moments with him for anything else.
You swallowed, heart heavy despite the rapid beating as you asked the question you feared, "Then what does that make us?"
Stiles bit the inside of his cheek as he thought; he wasn't sure of the answer, whether it was more than friends or less. All that he knew was that he adored being your friend regardless, but even he wasn't oblivious to the spark that ignited when your hand brushed his, or the growing warmth of the fire that settled between you when his arms secured perfectly around your waist. It was a predicament. Stiles felt perfectly complacent being the boy who got to hold you when he needed that affection and balance he craved, the figure that melted at the feeling of your soft skin, and the one who could sleep soundly to the steady pace of your thumping heart. He was happy with you just being, simply, his.
"I don't know, but whatever it is we are, I like it. A little too much." Now, his voice was barely audible, but it still sent shivers down your spine.
You gently rolled in his grasp, your body twisting slowly until your back brushed the mattress below. Stiles' arm stayed anchored over your torso but took the opportunity to draw more invisible shapes against the skin of your waist now exposed from your lifted top. You were able to now look into the amber tone of his eyes; the golden specks that were brought out in the sunlight still shone brightly for you, despite your bodies being curled up between his bedsheets. It was hard to describe the level of sincerity that etched his features so handsomely, but you could feel it - the love and trust. You could feel it because you felt the same.
"Me too." You replied, allowing your hand to cup his cheek before Stiles automatically lent into your touch. A gentle smile lifted your lips as you gazed over the boy in front of you, amazement for his humble approach and delicate actions only prompting the grin to grow wider. "We don't need to figure out what we are just yet... just as long as nothing changes between us. That these beautiful moments together don't change."
Stiles pressed a brief, yet soft peck to your forehead, his lips staying there as he once again pulled your body into his. They curled into a smile, "We will never lose this. I promise."
the queasy feeling when dylan and sadie start to kiss.... the growing panic when you realize they’re fully making out... that’s exactly how people should have reacted to seeing jake and taylor. people either ignored this gut feeling or completely didn’t have it, and that’s a problem. how blatantly the film cuts to the chase and doesnt beat around the bush isn’t just a perfect demonstration of how taylor is committed to allowing herself to fully present and process what she really went through, but of how committed she is to using her art to prevent other young women and vulnerable people from finding themselves in similar situations, whether it’s from their own heightened awareness or the awareness of people around them who can step in if need be