arinjaeger said: oh my god amy rose I saw one of those AU lists and "you’ve been playing guitar in the hall of the hotel since three in the morning and i came down to tell you to shut the fuck up au" all I can think about is sterek. can you write smth if you're not too busy maybe??
"So, let’s love fully, and let’s love loouuuuddd—"
Stiles squints up from where he’s sat on the floor, Scott passed out beside him, Allison’s head in Scott’s lap. He grins lazily, sight hazy from alcohol but he’s sure that’s the hottie from the pool. Stiles spent most of the day trying to find excuses to walk past his deck chair. He thinks it worked; the guy complained about Stiles blocking his light, but he did send a drink over at some point.
That could have been the catalyst into their evening of total mayhem, the excitement of the drink, of being on the hot dude’s radar, or it could have been how fucking strong the cocktail was, who knows. There were shots and so much tequila and declarations of friendship forever with Scott and Allison. And, now he’s here, gazing up at the most beautiful man in the world— who is glaring angrily down at Stiles— half naked and sleep ruffled.
Stiles is super happy with the evening’s progression.
"Let’s love now,” he continues, strumming the guitar and winking at the guy.
"Let’s not," Angry Hottie grabs the guitar from Stiles’ hands. "Let’s go to bed."
Stiles grins at him, wiggles his eyebrows, “Oh, well, that’s a lot more forward than I’m used to, but I’m down.”