Dylan O'Brien Imagines.

Bad Mood | Stuart Twombly

My ass has been planted to this couch basically all day long, playing this game that I bought myself with the Amazon gift card my grandfather got me. I heard the front door open and close shut, signaling that my boyfriend, Stuart, had just got home from Google. My character in the game Prey had died once again and I slammed the Xbox One controller on the coffee table in front of me, leaning back on the couch, rubbing my hands over my face.

"Goddamnit!" I yelled, pulling my hair as I sighed softly. Stuart came into the living room, sliding his phone into his pant pocket before sitting down next to me.

"You okay?" He asked and I glanced towards him, glaring slightly, not saying anything as I picked the controller up, loading my last save.

"Not exactly, babe," I muttered, focusing on the game as my character ran back to where I was before I died. "I've been playing this damn game for hours and somehow I managed to lose all my ammunition for my shotgun and silenced pistol and all my charges."

"Charges?" Stuart mumbled and I chuckled, glancing towards him as I made my character go into a different part of Talos I.

"Yeah. Like EMP, recycler charge, nullwave, and my Typhon lure. I was attacked by too many things at once and I managed to use all of 'em," I explained and he just nodded his head, eyes glued to the television screen as I began attacking another fucking phantom.

I got to the place where I needed to go, trying to silently attack the typhon that's making the power shut down. My character ran in circles, attacking the monster with a stun gun multiple times as it released balls of electricity which are currently shocking me. After running in circles for about five minutes I finally managed to kill it, letting out a breath of relief.

Stuart leaned back against the couch, his hand resting on my lower back as he rubbed it softly, keeping my anger down to a minimal. I can feel myself becoming angrier as I attempted to get back up to where I came in since the door leading out of here was locked and there was a voltaic phantom on the floor below me.

"Come the fuck on," I muttered to myself as I made it where the reactor controls were, seeing a bunch of mimics and another voltaic phantom, all of them attacking me at once. My character sprinted from them, trying to find a safe place to be, but that seems to be nowhere. I began to get fed up with the game, quickly saving it before I quit completely, turning the Xbox off. I threw the controller next to me, my hands pressed to the sides of my head as I took deep breaths.

"Hey, it's alright. It's just a game and if you don't like it you can always start over. I've seen you play it quite a bit, so I'm sure you won't mind," Stuart reassured and I glanced towards him.

"Yeah, you're right. It's just... I already started over once and I was probably really close to the end already. I guess I just need to preserve my ammo better," I murmured, turning onto my side, leaning against the couch. I rested my head on his shoulder, his hand continues to softly rub shaped on my back, pulling me closer to him as he pressed his lips to my temple.

"You got this, babe. Plus if it makes you feel any better, you're a lot better at this game then I am," he chuckled, pushing his glasses to the bridge of his nose.

I laughed, glancing up at him as I shrugged my shoulders. "To be fair, I've already watched my favorite YouTubers play the game, only seeing one of them actually finish it." I nuzzle my face into his neck, inhaling his scent as he smelled like vanilla. I love vanilla.

"Well, you know what we could do?" Stuart asked, glancing down at me as I hummed in response. "We can go to the bedroom, turn on Netflix and have a good cuddle sesh," he grinned, pressing a small kiss to my lips.

I got butterflies in my stomach, smiling widely at Stuart as I nodded my head. Even though we've been dating for a couple years he's still able to make my heart race and give me butterflies. The two of us got off the couch and he wraps his arms around my waist, his face in my neck as I laughed, dragging the two of us towards our room.

"Stuart," I whined playfully, glancing back towards him, "you're not the lightest person in the world." His grip tightened around me, lifting me off the ground as I let out a small squeal, carrying me to the bedroom. Stuart throws me onto the bed, grabbing the TV remote, turning it on.

I sat on my knees, crawling towards the edge of the bed as he brought up Netflix. I wrapped my arms around his neck from behind, placing a small kiss on his neck and shoulder. "What do you want to watch?" He asked, his free hand softly rubbing my arm.

"Stranger Things, please," I smiled, taking one of my hands, running them through his chocolate brown hair. I heard him mumble a small 'oh hell yes,' continuing where we had left off from the past weekend. Our eyes were glued to the television as Chapter Six: The Spy began to play and when the opening credits began to roll, Stuart faced me, pressing his lips to mine in a quick kiss. I placed my hands on his cheeks, butterflies soaring around as I moved my lips against his.

Stuart pulled away from me, resting his forehead on mine as I felt his breath hit my lips. "I love you so much," he whispered, pecking my lips a few more times.

"I love you too, Stuart," I grinned, pulling him in for one last kiss before we laid down on the bed, entwining our legs together. I smiled to myself as I laid on his chest, my fingers softly grazing his torso under his shirt. "Thanks for helping me take my mind off the very frustrating game," I mumbled and Stuart's chest vibrated as he chuckled, his fingers running through my hair.

"I'd do anything to make you feel better. There can only be one grumpy person in the apartment at a time," Stuart joked and I smacked his chest playfully.

"You're an idiot, Twombly," I laughed glancing up at the cute nerd.

"Yeah, but I'm your idiot."