Someone is in my bed!

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Someone Is Sleeping in My Bed!



It's morning in EST. But maybe not for you -- A little too late to be sleeping but y'know what? That's okay. People nap. Sometimes the bed is oh so cozy and you want to snuggle under a blanket and sleep forever. And you don't care if it's your bed or not. You're going to sleep. Like a boss.

Too bad someone doesn't agree.
Rules
The Poster is the character who is asleep.
The Responder is the one who discovers the sleeper.
Therefore, the Responder must do one of three things

I. Decide you know this person! (Castmate, previous threader, whatever.)
Go to Random and Roll.

a. Wake them up - You don't care how friendly you are to the person in your bed; they need to get up.
b. Happy Awakening - Such a shame they're so deep asleep when you're in the mood. How about a nice wake up call? (if you don't like smut, keep this to cuddles, kisses, hugs, or reroll)
c. Prank! - Oh, this has just go to stop. They need to be punished. But how?
Can't beat 'em, Join them - Push 'em over and snuggle up. You're too tried to deal with this craziness right now. Or sleep on your couch.
d. Let them Sleep - Whatever, it's noon. They're asleep and you got things to do. Regard them or disregard them.


II. Decide you have NO CLUE this person is! (People that haven't threaded with each other before, crossovers, castmates who haven't met.)
Go to Random and Roll.

a. Scream 'OMGWTFBBQ GET UP' - While this is probably the default reaction, it's a pretty honest one.
b. Prank! - What a better way for you to remember this moment of meeting than by painting a mustachio on your new 'friend's' face? (Remember, it's your bed. Be wise on what you do.)
c. Gently wake them up - Oh, the poor dears! They must be exhausted but they can't stay here. Be nice, even if it isn't IC for your character. This is what you get for rolling. Shake them up quietly. Or reroll.
d. Get to Know them NON-Biblically - Well, they're asleep. But they left their wallet, important work, or identification out (no matter how OOC it may be)! Let's see who's REALLY sleeping in your bed. (Use your own judgment on what you find. As a suggestion, have the most they find is the sleeper's name and maybe place of work.)
e. Tie 'em up - FUNCTIONAL tying up. Not kinky, no matter what the other party might think. Let them continue their blissful moment of rest. They'll answer questions later and you'll be safe and sound.


III. Decide - f**k the police. You hear me right. F**k 'em.
You move forward and make your own fate!

Comments

1-1

[teenyoda]

He was home a little later than he'd expected, but he had a bag full of greasy burger goodness with a side of curly fries. He fully intended to devour the delicious smelling dinner as soon as he got up to his room, knowing he'd have to hot-foot it past the living room so his dad wouldn't catch a whiff of the forbidden food.

"Hi dad. Bye dad." He was a blur of single-minded energy as he bolted up the stairs, entering his room with arms raised in victory --

Arms that fell down quickly when he spotted a body in his bed. A female body in his bed. His best friend's ex girlfriend's female body in his bed. Crap. His dad had probably let her in, or maybe she'd been taking lessons from the werewolves and had just let herself in his window. Either way, crap.

Setting his food down on his desk, he approached the bed like it was full of live scorpions. Lifting his foot, he used it to jiggle the side of the bed. "Allison. Hell-oooo. Wakey wakey."

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[transferee]

Allison had stopped by to drop off some research she had found on the alphas. Considering the breakup is still pretty fresh, she figured it was better for all involved if she used Stiles as the go between for information instead of talking to Stiles directly.

He hadn't been home when she arrived so the Sheriff let her in, and she had sat on his bed to wait for him. But the thing is, Allison doesn't sleep well at night anymore, hasn't since her mom died, hasn't since she sort of went all out going after Derek and his pack. So while she sat there and waited at some point she had ended up lying down without realizing it, falling asleep.

Until suddenly she feels herself being jostled and she stirs, opening bleary eyes.

Shit. She fell asleep. In Stiles' bed. She sits up a little straighter, suddenly feeling much more awake and self conscious about things.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep like that."

[teenyoda]

"Oh. No problem. It's a bed, right? Kind of what they're for." For him. Having her sleeping in it just about had him having a heart attack. What if Scott came over and smelled her. Oh god. He'd have his face crammed into a wall before he could explain.

He was so doing his bedding after she left.

"Uh, what's up?"

[transferee]

Oh right! Why she's here.

She had almost forgotten in all the awkward. She picks up the little folder of information she had brought with her. "Here, this is some of the information the Argents had on alpha packs. I figured you and Scott might want a look at it. Normally I would have just brought it to Scott.."

She trails off, but the ending is obvious. It'd be awkward to do it now.

[teenyoda]

Right. So Stiles was, once again, the official go between for the pair. At least he wasn't having to profess his undying love to either one of them again. Talk about awkward.

"Okay, great. I'll take a look at it and pass it along to Scott later."

He was over by his desk now, leaning against it to give her some space and to try to avoid thinking about the fact that his bed clearly got more action than he did.

[transferee]

There is at least that to be glad of. No love decelerations this time.

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

She stands to her feet now, a little awkward. It had been embarrassing, falling asleep in his bed like that. Definitely not something she had planned on happening.

[teenyoda]

"Hey, that's what best friends of exes are for, right? To be an emotional buffer between totally uncomfortable situations. Not like this is uncomfortable or anything." He gave her a quick smile, hands in his pockets. "You, uh, need some coffee or something?"

[transferee]

"Nope. Not uncomfortable at all. Or awkward." She offers, forcing out a small smile of her own. At the second question, she nods a little.

"Coffee is probably a good idea."

[teenyoda]

"Sure, come on." He moves to leave his room, pining for his food on the desk as he leads her down to the kitchen. He's an old hand at making coffee, he's been doing it for his dad for years and has a system down. "I hope you don't mind it strong."

[transferee]

"That's fine." Really, she's the guest so she'll take it however he wants to make it. Besides, her parents had always made it pretty strong themselves (the Argents don't really half ass anything) so she's fairly used to it.

[teenyoda]

"Great." He sets the coffeemaker up and hits start. While it's percolating, all he can do is lean against the counter, hands beside him on the top of it as he looks over at her.

Could someone say awkward? Because, yeah.

[transferee]

Yeah. Definitely awkward.

Allison's not sure what to say, crossing her arms over her chest as the silence just continues to grow.

[teenyoda]

The silence becomes an actual thing, sitting heavy and thick between them, interspersed with small gurgles from the coffee machine. "How's your dad?" Silence and Stiles never went well together.

[transferee]

"He's alright, I guess." She says with a shrug of her shoulders. "If he isn't, he's not talking to me about it." Probably thinks he can't, thinks he has to be strong for her or something like that.

[teenyoda]

"Yeah, they're like that." It was strange that he had something in common with Allison and it just figured it would be something like this. Something tragic and broken and not really anything either of them would want to talk about.

[transferee]

There's a hesitance until finally, Allison asks. "Was your dad like that, when your mom died? Keeping his feelings to himself?"

It's not a fair answer, she realizes, but she doesn't have much basis of comparison to go by.

[teenyoda]

It was one of those topics he was always touchy on, one that could earn some people a dirty look or an actual punch to the face. But he knew this was a different kind of curiosity. It wasn't out of some morbid need to know. Allison just wanted to know if she'd get her dad back.

"He tried, yeah. But the rooms aren't exactly soundproof."

[transferee]

"So sometimes you heard anyways."

Allison doesn't hear anything from her dad, but he can be a pretty closed book, when he wants to be. He probably thinks she needs him to be strong right now -- he's not entirely wrong about that.

[teenyoda]

"Yeah, sometimes I did."

He looked down and fiddled with the sugar container, listening to the last few gurgles of the coffee pot as it finished percolating. He hated thinking about that time and knowing there wasn't anything he could do about it. All in all, it had just sucked.

[transferee]

"Sorry, you probably don't want to talk about this."

She realized it's a hard thing to talk about -- she's still not very good at talking about it herself. It's just...comforting to have someone else who understands to talk about it with, she supposes.

[teenyoda]

"No, I get it. It's... it's hard. It's always going to be hard." But he knew she probably needed someone to talk to, and Stiles actually felt bad for her. It was still fresh for her and that made it worse. He had a few years to cushion the blow, not that he felt like it helped much.

[transferee]

"Yeah, I have a feeling it's going to." She hadn't even had the time to finish mourning Kate (complicated business as that was, considering everything she's learned about Kate) before her mother was dead too. She can't imagine it ever being easier.

[teenyoda]

"Look, don't be afraid to tell people you need time. Yeah, I get it, you're a big tough girl and that's cool, but everyone needs some time."

[transferee]

She nods a little. "I know that." But asking for time, admitting she needs it -- that's not something she's very good at.