#studxmuffin

It was exam season and Teresa felt like an absolute mess. Long, sleepless nights, endless study sessions, revisions every hour. She knew she was bright but she also knew she had to work hard in order to succeed in life, so she usually did until utter and complete exhaustion. That night was different, though. She wanted to study, she needed to study, but she just couldn’t do it. Why? Because the new neighbour’s baby was crying - again! Whoever he or she or they were, he or she or they simply couldn’t get the baby to stop. She had tried to ignore it but after a whole hour of painful screaming she just had to over there and complain. So she knocked twice, hopefully loudly enough to be heard. Gosh, it sounded like the baby was being murdered inside the flat.

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      “Keep your elbows relaxed and widen your stance, feet        directly below your shoulders.”

   Yeah, teaching this kid to properly shoot may come     back to bite him in the ass, but he needs to be able     to defend himself better if he’s going to stay involved     with all of this supernatural shit.

   Or at least, that's what Bucky tells himself.

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14: jawline kiss

He’s a strong believer in affection with a loved one. He’s always finding some way he can hold Stiles’ hand if they can’t kiss, or even simply press against him when they’re in public, just offering his presence. Constant kisses and touches, always a smile on his face when he looks at Stiles. Because that’s what Stuart does when he’s in love.

It’s early in the morning, and the alarm clock won’t go off for another twenty minutes. Stuart had crept into his twin’s room in the middle of the night, unable to sleep by himself. He’s awake now, staring at his sleeping lover and smiling lazily, eyes still bleary with sleep. His brain is hazy, and he can’t define all of the little things he sees when he looks at his brother. All he can come up with is that Stiles looks peaceful when he’s asleep, and there was a time when he thought this would never happen again. That every night sleep would be broken by screams of terror.

He drifts back to sleep, waking up again when the alarm on Stiles’ phone goes off and his mirror half groans, making irritable, sleepy noises. Stuart’s eyes crack awake, and he watches with tired befuddlement as Stiles scrambles for his phone and drops it on the ground, cursing as he picks it up and turns the damn thing off. Stuart, though disturbed, grins, knowing Stiles just hit the snooze button.