For the love of god please stop having girls working out/fighting crime on tv shows with their hair down and styled pretty PUT THAT SHIT IN A FUCKING PONYTAIL
not unless they want to have it grabbed or spend four hours brushing it out every time they fight or you know spend half the fight flicking it out of their faces and not being able to see and
ohai personal experience
what’s that you say? loose hair when fighting is a bad idea? I KNOW RIGHT YOU BRAID THAT SHIT AND PIN IT UP AND PUT A HELMET OVER IT OR YOU PUT IT DOWN THE BACK OF YOUR SHIRT
She stretched up along his body to whisper in his ear, “To kiss you, and touch you, and make you beg, or ask you to make them beg. Because you’re so gorgeous.”
“O-oh…” He breathed out and licked at his lips, cheeks staining with a pink tinge as he wrapped his arms around her, shivering slightly. “But…” His brows furrowed together then and he slowly shook his head. “I don’t want that from anyone other than you, Summer.”
She nibbled his earlobe for a second before sinking back to her feet, wrapping both arms around his arm. “I know, but before you met me.” She shook his arm. “Where is the waterfall?”
PETITION TO MAKE LEARNING ANOTHER LANGUAGE COMPULSORY IN ENGLISH-SPEAKING COUNTRIES FROM A YOUNG AGE BECAUSE ENGLISH SPEAKERS ARE LAZY ASSWIPES WHO EXPECT EVERYONE TO SPEAK ENGLISH AND NEVER BOTHER EVEN LEARNING ANY OTHER LANGUAGE.
Actually, most of us would love speak another language but our education system sucks so we literally learn 4 words. It’s not because we are all lazy.
“Holy Shit Summer! ” Stiles exclaimed flabbergasted, trailing after the redhead with his mouth open.
“Summer, Wait!”
“It was a dare,” she mumbled. She went round a corner and suddenly they were practically alone, out of the main sight of other people. Shoving her hands in her pockets, Summer slowed again, came to a stop, still not looking at him.
“Oh..” Stiles muttered taking an unconscious step back, hurt clear in his deflated whiskey eyes. Summer had kissed him not ‘cause she liked him, but on a stupid dare.
She rocked on her heels, head low and shoulders hunched. “The — yeah. Said if I really liked you I’d kiss you. Said I was too — ” She hunched her shoulders harder. “Too much of a prude.”
“Wait! You like me!? Like like me!? Oh my god,” Stiles replied with wide eyes.
“But why!?”
She couldn’t withdraw into herself more; it was humanly impossible. “You’re just really cute,” she whispered. “And smart, and the way you are on the field … I’m sorry. I know you don’t want — someone like me … confessing … “
She looked down at the apple, before taking another bite. ‘why are you doing this?’ Another bite. ‘you bring me to your home offer me your food and your coat’ Another bite, and another. She had asked for help; had ask for help from many people. It was why she wasn’t dead of starvation yet. But nobody had ever done more than buy her fast food or give her a little money. This man, Derek, this wolf, took her to his own home, practically burned with concern for her.
“Because you asked me for help,” he said as if it were that simple. He was curious about her and knew the best way to figure her out was to observe her. She also looked like she needed a place to stay and Derek had more than enough room for her. “You won’t have to wander around the woods anymore.”
She went still, staring at him. ‘what does that mean?’ She couldn’t bear to assume, and then be wrong. After a moment she remembered the apple and kept eating, faster now. Was he planning to take her somewhere, have her arrested or something?
She pursed her lips, studying him critically. “No, I don’t think so,” Summer said after a moment. “I can’t believe none of the women coaxed you off into a dark corner.”
“…Why would they have?” He frowned and shook his head, not wanting to tell how her small spaces still unnerved him since his father had locked him in the closet as a small child for hours on end.
She stretched up along his body to whisper in his ear, “To kiss you, and touch you, and make you beg, or ask you to make them beg. Because you’re so gorgeous.”
She rolled her eyes, laughing at him. “So you heard? You never found out personally? Surely someone … “
“I was too busy growing up and surviving to notice that sort of thing,” he admitted with a sheepish little smile, pressing his lips to the corner of hers. “Apparently some girls liked my hair or something, but Derek might have been teasing me when he said that.”
She pursed her lips, studying him critically. “No, I don’t think so,” Summer said after a moment. “I can’t believe none of the women coaxed you off into a dark corner.”
“You never courted anyone else? Not ever?” she asked curiously, a bit surprised. He had mentioned something like it before, but she still had a hard time believing it.
“I never saw anybody that I wanted to court until I met you,” he admitted in all honesty, not wanting to go into too much detail as to how his childhood had proved to be an obstacle with trusting other people. “I do believe that people were interested, though. Or so I’ve heard.”
She rolled her eyes, laughing at him. “So you heard? You never found out personally? Surely someone … “
She leaned her head on his shoulder, laughing. “I guess you would know, since this is your secret place. I want to see the waterfall.”
He pressed a kiss to her head and laughed, leading her deeper into the forest. “Well, seeing as I’ve only ever come here by myself, I can’t say that I noted the romantic aspect until now.”
“You never courted anyone else? Not ever?” she asked curiously, a bit surprised. He had mentioned something like it before, but she still had a hard time believing it.
