POSTVOIDED
❛ okay, i seriously regret showing you that now. it was one time. ❜ that’s a lie. discovering han solo fanfiction was probably the best thing to happen to his poor, bisexual heart in a while, and he’s more than reaped the benefits. his face twists a little in annoyance while stu settles on his bed obnoxiously, still half-tangled up in the sheets himself with his laptop on the bed in front of his crossed legs. ( hadn’t felt like getting out of bed quite yet on a saturday morning. ) ❛ — and don’t act like you haven’t done something worse on the internet before. ❜
❛ no, i definitely have. ❜ shameless. it’s almost proud the way it pools out of his mouth, and he’s fine with it sounding that way. ❛ but han solo fanfiction is something else all together that i have yet to explore, so there’s that. ❜ a yawn follows shortly after; it’s still early to do anything other than lounge around, so he doesn’t necessarily blame stiles for being in bed still. an arm reaches toward his sibling, fingers graze familiarly over his back. it’s a simple gesture for now. something tender. loving. ❛ 'wanna catch pokémon later? ❜













