#stcrytime

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@stcrytime​ sent:  [ SUBTLE ]  smutty memes || accepting

It had started out innocent enough. They had been friends since they were practically in diapers, and now that they were adults nothing had changed. It wasn’t unusual to find the two of them on the couch of Stiles apartment, under blanket together, watching a movie. On this particular night, the movie Stiles had chosen must of had Scott bored because suddenly hands were wandering into places they didn’t usually wander. 

Stiles worried at the inside of his cheek, sucking in a slow breath as Scott’s hand moved down his stomach and beneath the hem of his shirt. “You better follow through, McCall,” he muttered softly, arching into the touch.

[the-smallest-star]

@stcrytme​

How she got here was unclear, magic gone wrong Hannah was certain. They’d done their best to keep it to themselves in the human world, especially with minotaur's and those dreaded armies, but when they’d stormed their home Hannah couldn’t help it. She got spooked, wished with all her being for her and her Dad to be somewhere safe before BOOM.

The normally fogged skies were bright and blue, trees more colourful than her imagination and grass coating the ground... and their air for some reason smelt like chocolate. But her Dad was nowhere to be found. At first Hannah thought it was a dream, but after a tumble or two into bushes and her growling stomach she realised this was very real.

Twigs sticking out of her hair she dragged her feet, feeling like she’d been walking for hours. Occasionally she called out for her father, only to have no answer. Had she left him behind? She was sure it had brought him too.... “Daaaaaaddy! Where are you!” She called again, maybe he was further away where he couldn’t hear her. The little girl needed to sit down for a bit, so plonked herself in the grass.

[crpediem]

@stcrytime​ said;  “  if you don’t turn that alarm off i’m gonna throw it out the window.  ”

      in all honesty, the blond doesn’t even notice the loud and obnoxious beeping, until he’s got harrington’s whiny voice bringing it up. his head’s killing him and now that he’s been woken up, the beeping’s not helping him any, either. 

    “ that’s your alarm, dipshit. “ he groans, trying to stretch an arm out to try and shut the damn thing off, only managing to knock it off the nightstand and onto the floor. fucking great. it’s only once he’s managed to untangle himself from steve’s long and dangly limbs in lieu of picking up the alarm clock that it hits him. 

    the hint of the alcohol still on his tongue -- gross -- somehow ending up in harrington’s bed of all places -- well. he doesn’t have to be a genius to figure out how that had happened. “ shit -- “ grabs a hold of the alarm clock to turn it off, when he notices the time. 

    billy knows he’s in for a lesson by the time he’ll get home, but making up some shit excuse as to why he has to run off in front of harrington of all people -- like he’s some sissy, regretting whatever the hell they’d done, drunk off of their asses. yeah, no. because he’s startled, yeah, but he’s not regretting last night, either. he turns the damn thing off, regardless, before he’s laying back down, hand running down his face. “ how long’re you planning to sleep in for, anyway? “

[fullmoondudes]

@stcrytime​ 

“Better hide that, Jamie,” Eric motioned to the bottle in the other young man’s hand. “If Prickly Prefect finds it ‘yer gonna be in loads of trouble.” And as soon as the clock struck the hour, on the dot, the Gryffindor male prefect entered their shared dorm to tell them about lights out. Eric grinned at the man but didn’t pretend to be happy with his presence. “Thanks for reminding us, Al. Mind tucking me in? Readin’ me a bedtime story?”

Once gone, Eric looked back to his friend. The pair had snuck a pack of ale from Hogsmeade earlier that day and had promised to spend the weekend together, since Potter’s date with some Hufflepuff girl had fell through. “Not still sulking on ‘bout her, aw’ ya? There’s loads of girls, Jamie. Shouldn’t be trouble with a face like yours.”

[fateofbrxs]

@stcrytime continued from here // Henrik & Nick

This had to be the Headmaster trying to have him make friends. He hadn’t been aware of a new transfer student until that moment. But just from the other boy’s smirk alone, Henrik knew that he’d be a handful. “Henrik, yeah. Nice to meet you,” Henrik said while reaching out to shake the witch’s hand. After he’d done so, he walked over to grab a towel and clean-up his sweat. “I guess you’d like a tour of the school, then?”

[txoubledtwxn]

@stcrytime : [ sms ] i will gladly slam you against the wall and makeout with you

( txt ;; connor ) oh i know you would

( txt ;; connor ) but come over & do it

[txoubledtwxn]

@stcrytime​ liked for a starter.

                        „ hey.. you’re back. “ , tj murmured and his eyebrows knitted together as his eyes roamed over connor. he was used to the other not showing up or working late hours , but it always ended up with a sleepless night or at least a few lesser hours of sleep for him , because he was worried about him. „ you look exhausted. ..i mean breakfast ready.. then you can take a shower and i’ll crawl back into bed with you ? “ , he suggested and pursed his lips.