#coachkid

aww thank you sweetcheeks <3

❝ Yeah, I’m TRYING, okay? And what? Aren’t married couples always the   ones bickering/.? Maybe we’re just an a c c e l e r a t e d  case of boyfriend  /girlfriend, ya know? Already passing through the honeymoon phase to the  hemorrhoid cream & prune juice stage❞

                “ oh christ, you’re not exactly top of my list                    of who i’d most like to catch me skipping. ”

Seven minutes felt a whole lot more like seven seconds because as soon as the door closed and their lips found one another (awkwardly at first because they were both a giggling mess of tipsy) one or both of them had suddenly lacked the ability to stand upright. Which was alright because it meant Stiles found himself on the floor, tongue brushing passed lips, his hand just under the hem of her top at her waist. 

   “—there’s something in your teeth, sorry..”

“Wait, do you like reallly love fetch?  Ya know being a wolf and all.”