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Love Is An Open Door (Bucky and Stiles)
Jul. 14th, 2015 08:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keepsmeawake"I can't do it. I officially cannot continue this essay any longer without snacks, it's impossible." Stiles announced to his room, picking up a pencil in order to throw it down symbolically and leaning away from his keyboard. This essay was going to be the death of him, he was quite sure of it, but the whole horrible experience would be markedly improved with the application of junk food - food he was initially planning on using as incentive to finish, but now he'd realised this approach was useless.
He shoved his chair away from his desk, standing purposefully and heading downstairs. His dad was out on late shift tonight, so there was nobody to complain about his toneless singing as he rifled through the kitchen looking for what he was craving. A noise made him stop briefly, listening out to the silent house, tense after everything that had happened to him over the years. Eventually, when no other sound came, he went back to his investigation of the cupboards. He had to concede defeat, however, when he remembered he cleared most of the junk food from the cupboard to keep it away from his father, so if he wanted some right now he was going to have to do a grocery run.
Grabbing his wallet and keys and shoving his feet into his trainers, he flung the door open carelessly...and immediately froze. That was not what he expected to see.
He shoved his chair away from his desk, standing purposefully and heading downstairs. His dad was out on late shift tonight, so there was nobody to complain about his toneless singing as he rifled through the kitchen looking for what he was craving. A noise made him stop briefly, listening out to the silent house, tense after everything that had happened to him over the years. Eventually, when no other sound came, he went back to his investigation of the cupboards. He had to concede defeat, however, when he remembered he cleared most of the junk food from the cupboard to keep it away from his father, so if he wanted some right now he was going to have to do a grocery run.
Grabbing his wallet and keys and shoving his feet into his trainers, he flung the door open carelessly...and immediately froze. That was not what he expected to see.
