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farfromharry 2 hours ago
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Resurrection: Chapter Two
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Stiles Stilinski x Female Reader
Something sinister has plagued Beacon Hills and the Pack must figure out the reason for the mysterious sacrifices around town - before one of their own becomes a victim.
warnings: dark themes containing -- blood, murder, violence, description of dead bodies + more
word count: 2k+
series themes: angst w/ spots of fluff (if you squint)
Chapter Two: Autopilot
Beacon Hills Chronicles, Front Page Headliner: First night without new body found, suspect still unknown. Curfew placed, 7pm.
You groaned softly as you slowly started to feel your consciousness begin to come back to the surface. First noticed the feeling of soft sheets beneath your fingertips, followed by the soft sound of beeping. Next was a scratchy material wrapped around your body from your chest to the tops of your legs. The sound of someone shuffling could be heard next before a soft, yet heavy, sigh.
You groaned and fought for your eyes to open, and it felt like it took forever till you were staring up towards the ceiling. It didn't take long for you to realize you were in the hospital and the noise you heard was your heart monitor. Your face scrunched slightly with confusion as you looked around, soon noticing Stiles slumped over in the chair beside your bed.
What the fuck, you thought to yourself.
Slowly you moved to push yourself up into a sitting position, feeling an ache at the back of your head, and wincing from the pain. The sound of groaning and moving within your hospital wake Stiles from the chair beside you. He'd barely been asleep as he sat waiting for you to wake up. The moment Stiles saw the blood on his hand from the back of your head, he panicked. Quickly the Pack moved to get you to the hospital, worried that something was wrong.
Scott was thankful that his mother was working a night shift and was able to get you into a room. When he carried you out of Stiles' room and into the back of the Jeep, he was able to feel the pain moving through your body. But it was different from before, this time it was ice cold.
The moment Stiles' eyes blinked open and he saw you sitting up, awake, he felt a shock move through him.
"Jesus Christ," He spoke quickly, jumping slightly in his chair as he started towards you with wide eyes.
"Why am I in the hospital?" You asked
"Y-You don't remember?" Stiles asked, looking at you confused. You just stared at him. "You passed out in the middle of the meeting, smacked your head on the ground...enough to cause your head to bleed. I got worried, so...Scott and I rushed you here."
"It's just my migraines." You whispered softly, reaching to try and rip the IV from your arm, but Stiles moved quickly to stop you.
"Hey, come on." You froze as you felt his long fingers wrapping around your arm to stop you. Stiles' eyebrows pinched together when he noticed how your skin was cold to the touch. "Why don't you wait for Melissa or the Doctor to make sure you're ok?"
"Because it's just my migraine," You spoke with a slight snap to your tone. "Please, I hate hospitals, Stiles. You know this."
Stiles stared down at you with the same worried look on his face, his brown eyes scanning over your face like he was searching for something. But instead, you felt his fingers slowly release your hand.
"Ok, let me just get someone ok?"
You stared up at him in a way that made his heart skip a beat for a moment. But there was something that also seemed off to him. After a few seconds to think about it, he left the room in search of Melissa, and chalked it up to being within the hospital.
Stiles to Scott: She's awake, getting your mom so she can be released.
Scott to Stiles: Think that's wise? A doctor should look her over.
Stiles to Scott: Don't think I suggested that? You know how she is.
Stiles continued to text Scott as he walked towards the nurse's station, letting them know you were awake and wanted to be discharged.
"Oh, she's not going anywhere," Melissa spoke with your chart in her hands. "Doctor wants to evaluate her, with migraines that strong enough to make her pass out needs to be looked at."
"You wanna tell her that? She's pretty adamant about getting out of here," Stiles spoke with a slight chuckle.
Melissa rolled her eyes as she walked around the nurse's station to head back towards your room, "You're forgetting I've known you, kids, since birth, I know how to get my way with you three."
Stiles let out a breathy chuckle as he followed behind her down the hall to your room. But the last thing Stiles expected to find was the room empty, the loud flat line beep of your heart monitor echoing through the room. Melissa and Scott looked around with a slight panic in the room like you were hiding in some corner where they couldn't see you.
But as the I.V drip swung slightly at the side of the bed, Stiles knew, you were gone.
You groaned slightly as you looked down to see the blood moving down your arm in a slow drip with a bruise quickly forming from when you ripped the IV out.
The moment that Stiles left the room there was an instant panic that was telling you to leave. It was like suddenly you didn't have control over your own body as you gripped the drip quickly and ripped it from your skin. You'd moved off the bed, stumbling slightly as your knees gave out, before finding your balance and walking out. Your feet walked on their own, like your body was on autopilot and knowing the destination.
"What do you mean she's gone?" Scott asked, his voice slightly spiked with worry and panic as he spoke through speaker phone. Stiles pressed his foot to the gas pedal of his Jeep as he drove down the roads of Beacon Hills.
"That's exactly it, Scott. She just disappeared. I went to get your mom, and when we came back, she was gone." Stiles gripped tighter to the steering wheel.
"I'll go and check out her home," Scott sighed heavily. "Meet me there?"
"I'm already on my way," Stiles pressed harder on the pedal with a determination to find you. He couldn't understand what it was, but there was a sickening feeling that something was wrong.
You stared up in confusion at the sign that read "Beacon Hills Preserve" that loomed over you. A small shiver moved through your body as another cold breeze wrapped around your already cold body.
"Come here my child," a voice spoke from within the preserve, a soft echo moving and as soft as the wind.
Once again your body began to move like it wasn't your own, towards a direction you assumed the voice was coming from.
The forest earth dug into the pads of your feet, but you ignored the pain and continued to walk. You didn't stop till you were deep within the preserve enough that you wouldn't know the way out if you tried.
"Finally, I was beginning to think you wouldn't come, and my powers were too weak" a voice spoke, an Irish accent to the voice. But it was the way she spoke that sent fear through you, a panic set in. It crept up at your feet and moved up your legs - till the ice-cold feeling wrapped around your heart and squeezed.
Your eyes slowly moved up towards the cave that sat within a mountain cliff, the moment you saw her your eyes widened. You wanted to run away, you wanted to get far away as possible. But it was like you were stuck in place. All you could hear, and see due to the cold air, was your hyperventilating breath.
A smile spread across her pale, sickly, looking face. Cracked and blackened teeth showed beyond the pale thin lips. Her dark eyes were set deep into her face with black smoky shadow lining them and dusting out to her temples, almost like a mask. Scars marred her face and neck, and something told you it continued down her body.
The way the woman moved down from the cliff was in a way that looked like she was nearly floating down towards you. Her long, black dress danced along her feet with each step. A cape wrapped around her shoulders with the hood sitting atop her head, only seeing small peaks of the ice blonde hair beneath.
But there was a smoky, smoggy look to her. Like she wasn't fully opaque. Like a ghost.
"W-Who are you?" You choked out.
"Oh, love. I have a feeling you know exactly who I am. That you've heard of me." She spoke, reaching to trace her fingers along your cheeks. They were cold, wiping away the tears you didn't realize were running down your cheeks. "But I prefer to be called Geillis*"
You whimpered as her cold touch continued down your cheeks before moving along the column of your neck. You could feel her long sharp nails digging into your skin causing you to wince from the pain.
"Wasn't sure that you were going to bend. You're a strong soul." Geillis wrapped her hand around your throat, choking you, grip tightening more and more. Your hand reached up and grabbed and clawed at her hand to release her grip. But she was too strong.
Just as you felt the blackness start to cloud your vision with white spots鈥efore your consciousness faded again, her grip released.
You collapsed to your knees as you began to violently cough, air fighting its way back into your lungs.
"W-What do you w-want from m-me." You coughed out.
"You've already been doing it for me," Geillis smirked, her blackened teeth showing again. "But now I want full control to finish what I have started."
"Control?" You whimpered "Control of what?"
Geillis knelt down beside you, gripping your chin so your gaze met with hers. "Of you, darling."
You shot up with a scream, fighting against the arms that grabbed tightly onto your shoulders. Your heart felt like it was going to explode from your chest as you clawed and scratched against their hands and arms.
"Y/N! Y/N, it's me! It's Stiles."
Stiles' voice broke through the cloudy haze that seemed to be your consciousness, like waking from a deep dream and not knowing where you were fully. When your eyes shot open and looked towards him with a mix of pain and shock, Stiles grabbed your face to keep your gaze on him.
"It's me...it's me." He chanted over and over again, "I got you."
Stiles moved onto your bed more to wrap his arms around you, holding you tightly to his chest as you cried into his neck. Your grip on him was tight as if you were using him to anchor yourself. He could feel your tears against his skin, each drop like a stab to his heart.
"That's it...I've got you...you're safe," He whispered over and over again as you began to calm down in his arms.
Stiles wasn't sure how long the two of you sat there with you wrapped in his arms. But your sobs turned into small whimpers and over time Stiles felt your body fully relax into his arms.
"Stiles?" You spoke, slowly pulling away from him, looking up with red-rimmed eyes and cheeks still wet from the tears. But the fear in your eyes was replaced with confusion. "H-How did I get home?"
Stiles stared at you, brushing your hair back from your face, "W-What?"
You looked around your room with brows pulled together tightly, moving out of his arms. "H-How did I get home? What happened to the meeting?"
"Meeting?" Stiles shook his head, "The Pack meeting? That happened last night?"
"What?" Your mind blanked, memory blank. "I-I...no...we...that..."
Your mind began to race but your thoughts were broken by the sound of Stiles calling your name.
"What is the last thing that you remember?"
pronunciation note: Geillis* (gay-lis)
Let me know if I should start a tag list for this mini-series
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farfromharry 8 hours ago
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Resurrection: Chapter One
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Stiles Stilinski x Female Reader
Something sinister has plagued Beacon Hills and the Pack must figure out the reason for the mysterious sacrifices around town - before one of their own becomes a victim.
warnings: dark themes containing -- blood, murder, violence, description of dead bodies + more
word count: 2.1k+
series themes: angst w/ spots of fluff (if you squint)
Chapter One: Migraines
Beacon Hills Chronicles, Front Page Headliner: Unknown Female body found in Preserve, third body this week. No Leads. No suspects.
You stared down at the newspaper that sat on the worn-down dining room table in the Stilinski home. Your eyes moved along the paper reading the latest news on the latest victim found. But the more you read, the more you saw that it was the same story like the ones before this.
Female body found, markings carved into the body with unknown origin, blood drained along with head missing...along with the heart. That part seemed to send a shiver down your spine. It was bad enough to murder but it was even worse to mutilate the body.
As your eyes moved away from the newspaper, you couldn't help but notice the police files sitting at the other end of the table. From the dates written on the tabs you knew it was recent; 'And most likely this case' you thought to yourself. But before you could make a move to even catch a peek, the sound of heavy boot steps sounded closer and closer to the dining room.
When your eyes peaked up towards the archway of the room, you saw Noah Stilinski walk in with a tired smile on his face.
"Kid should be down soon," He spoke, walking around to grab the coffee mug he had left abandoned beside the police files. "Know how he can oversleep sometimes."
"The day that Stiles and I get to school on time, is the day that I'm going to start being worried about him." You joked. Noah couldn't help but let out a breathy laugh and nod his head.
"If you weren't around to keep a straight head on that one's shoulders, I think I'd be worried about him more."
Ever since you met Scott and Stiles in kindergarten it was like the three of you couldn't be separated. Instantly the three of you were best friends needing and wanting to do everything together. As the years passed and the three of you grew up, you couldn't imagine your life without either of them in it. They were the other part of your family. Well, Scott was at least, there was a point in your life that your love for Stiles shifted. Changed into something more. But the fear of ruining the relationship you had, made you keep your mouth shut.
"Don't worry, I'm always gonna have his back...along with Scott." You spoke, your eyes darting towards the police file that now sat in Noah's hand.
Noah's blue eyes moved to the folder in his hardback to your face. He let out a heavy sigh and you were able to see his body sag slightly with fatigue. "Don't worry too much about this, we're working hard on finding the culprit."
"I've never been worried about anything with you in charge," You spoke sincerely. "Just crazy to think something like this is happening again."
"I know. Seems this town just can't help but draw in the crazy." He spoke, gathering the rest of his things before checking his watch. "I've gotta go, don't hesitate with going and kicking his ass into gear a little more."
You chuckled softly as Noah walked out of the room and soon the sound of the door closing could be heard. It was only a few moments later that the frantic sounds of feet rushed towards you, Stiles nearly tripping into the room seconds later. He awkwardly straightened himself out and fixed the flannel that was half-hazard thrown on.
With a single look, he already knew what you were going to say.
"I know, I know..." Stiles sighed heavily, reaching for his backpack that sat on the floor near the table.
Just as he was to pass you, your hand reached out and gently caressed his face, causing him to look towards you. Stiles' honey eyes connected with yours but seeing the dark bags under them made your face cast in worry.
"You stay up all night again?" You asked gently.
He sagged slightly and reached up to grab your hand that was against his face. His hand enclasped with yours for a moment, rubbing his thumb across the back, before letting go. "I was trying to go over what we know about the sacrifices last night so I would have something for the Pack meeting tonight."
You cringed slightly, "Wish you'd stop calling them that."
"It's what they are. You heard what Deaton said, the markings carved into the bodies are those of a Coven from the 1700s."
"They are Dark Pagans." You corrected as you followed him out of the home and towards his beloved blue Jeep.
"Whatever they are," Stiles rolled his eyes, shaking his head as the two of you got inside. "I dug up as much as I could about them, trying to figure out what we could be missing. Or what could help us with stopping them." Stiles turned the Jeep on, before digging into his bag and placing a stack of files onto your lap. "Here check these out,"
When your eyes looked down at the papers in front of you, it didn't take long for you to see what you were holding.
"Did you seriously make copies of your father's files?" You spoke, not shocked at all that was exactly what he did.
"I told my Dad my theory and he agrees, there is something dark about what is going on. People are popping up dead nearly every single day."
"I know...I know.." You whispered, before opening the files and looking through them.
You groaned slightly as the image described in the newspaper you read was visually in front of you. When Stiles pulled up to the red light, he looked down to see what you were looking at. Your brows were pinched together as you brought the photo in your hand closer to your face, noticing something different.
"This mark here, that one is new. It's not on the others." You spoke, before looking towards Stiles for confirmation of what you saw.
But Stiles wasn't looking towards the photo, instead, his eyes were focused on your face. You couldn't ignore the feeling of the butterflies fluttering within your stomach. Or the feeling of heat moving through your body quickly.
"What?" You whispered
"You up all night rolling in dirt or something?" Stiles asked before reaching over and rubbing the dirt that was along the side of your neck. You moved from the touch for a moment, before looking towards his hand confused.
"I-I don't remember. Most likely from the search the other night," You shrugged "But did you hear me? There is a new mark that wasn't on the last one."
Stiles' eyes followed your finger pointing to the new mark that was carved into the outer thigh of the latest victim. Before the Pack had only gotten glimpses of the case files that the Sheriff had on the case but you'd nearly memorized the others. And this new mark stuck out like a sore thumb.
"We're gonna have to show that to Deaton, maybe he knows more?" Stiles spoke before driving down the road as the light turned green.
When you and Stiles arrived at school the day continued on like normal, the two of you parting towards your lockers to get ready for the first period. You waved towards Lydia as you passed her walking down the hall towards your first-period art class. But you tried to concentrate on your classes and move through the day normally, but the all-familiar pain started at the base of your neck before wrapping towards your temples. By lunchtime, the bright lights of the school burned your eyes and a ringing started in your ears.
Migraines were something that you'd suffered from since you were in middle school. They were triggered by stress, and lately, between the Pack and school - the stress was a second nature emotion currently.
"Thought I'd find you here," a voice sounded and caught your attention. Your eyes opened and flinched from the lights before closing them again. "Fuck, sorry."
"How'd you know I was here?" You asked with your voice tight and filled with pain.
"You always go to the library when you're in pain. I could nearly taste your pain straight across the school." Scott slowly moved to sit down beside you, moving your head to rest on his lap instead of your backpack. "Migraine?"
You whimpered and nodded as he gripped your arm, taking some of the pain away. Normally you'd be against it, but this time was worse than normal.
"And I left my pills at home, totally forgot them." A small moment of silence passed between you both. Scott let go of your hand and a sigh of relief passed through your lips. "Thank you."
"Of course." He replied quickly "Can skip the Pack meeting tonight if it's going to be too much. I don't wanna stress you out even more."
"No, no. I'll go." You slowly opened your eyes, staring up at him. With Scott taking some of the pain, the lights didn't hurt as much. "We need to figure out what these Dark Pagans want, and why they are targeting this town."
"Gotta take care of yourself too." Scott countered.
"You, Malia, Kira, and Liam are the muscles of the Pack. That leaves Stiles, Lydia, and I as the brain. I gotta play my part."
Deep down Scott knew there was no talking you out of anything, especially when your mind was made up. You'd been like that since the two of you were kids. But there was something that was making his chest tight with worry.
The hours passed and soon enough everyone gathered around in Stiles' room with his board sitting nearly in the middle of the room. Police files and crime scene photos of the last three bodies were pinned to the board, along with information passed on from Deaton about Dark Pagans and other parts of Stiles' research.
Even with your medication, the migraine wouldn't seem to wane.
"Y/N spotted the new mark that is on the latest sacrifice, when I send the image to Deaton he said it was a symbol for resurrection. It's an old ritual a witch would perform to bring a spirit back onto the mortal plane," Scott explained.
"Like back from the dead?" Malia asked "What kind of spirit?"
"Seeing as they are Dark Pagans, I'm not thinking it's anything good at all," Liam spoke with clear worry across his face. "Did he say anything about stopping it?"
"We can't stop anything till we figure out who the Wiccan is. Without that, the ritual will continue no matter what."
Everyone worked together, voices overlapping one another, but Scott's focus was on you. Standing near the back of the room with a slight unfocus in your eyes. He could still feel the pain coming off of you in waves, enough that he felt like his own head was pounding from the pressure. Slowly he watched as you began to sway slightly, before catching yourself on the back of Stiles' desk chair.
But Scott wasn't the only one to notice. Stiles looked up past Lydia's shoulder and saw you. Your face was scrunched in pain with your eyes closed tightly. For you, the room was spinning and you were unable to focus on anything at all.
You could hear Stiles call out your name but it was muddled and sounded like it was underwater.
Stiles tried to move quickly the moment you began to sway again, but neither he nor Scott was fast enough. Stiles watched with full panic as you dropped to the floor with a hard bang. Your body lying limp across his bedroom floor. Stiles rushed to your side and grabbed your face, feeling the fear and panic crawl up his chest and grip at tightly.
"Y/N!? Y/N?" Stiles called out, shaking you slightly, as he waited for your eyes to open.
"She's had a migraine all day," Scott spoke coming up beside his best friend. "I think her mind just gave out for a moment."
"Why didn't she say anything?" Stiles' wild eyes looked toward Scott.
"You know how she is. No matter what, she was coming." Scott bent down and gently grabbed you from the ground, carrying her towards Stiles' bed to lay her down.
But when Stiles caressed the back of your head, his hand pulled away, and all he saw was scarlet red.
thank you to @dobrienwrites for the idea and for brainstorming with me. I do plan on making this a mini-series, how many parts? not sure yet. But I have much planned that involves angsty witchy vibes!
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farfromharry 12 hours ago
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do i post the next part of the stiles series or a frank blurb
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farfromharry 19 hours ago
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cannot believe spiders control my life. the fact I have to sleep downstairs because its in MY room???
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farfromharry 19 hours ago
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the morning sun || p.p
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prompt: 鈥渟ometimes i just can鈥檛 stop kissing your stupid face.鈥
word count: 1.5k
warnings: established relationship, gets a lil sad :( but the fluff is enough, trust me!
note: hi!! I disappeared a month :D I鈥檓 sorry! I鈥檓 in the middle of my exams鈥 I was not planning on coming back until my exams got over but鈥 I missed posting :( so here is the repost of this bittersweet one shot !! and my exams are getting over next week, so I鈥檒l be more active from the start of june <3 enjoy !!
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farfromharry a day ago
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3 broken hearts - part 3
part 1 / part 2
idk if anyone is still here lol, but if u are here is the last part of 3 hearts. I found it super recently and thought for the sake of closure i'd post (whether or not it acc gives u that is another matter sorry lol)
i hope you are all well :)
summary: an argument between you and tom, except it takes him hurting someone else for you to loose it
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Tom knew he fucked up. But unlike last time, at the airport, this felt so much worse. Last time, Y/n had just been angry; which obviously wasn鈥檛 nice, but wasn鈥檛 as sinister as this. When you had left in a sort of frenzy you looked.. well you looked broken. As soon as the door had slammed, in anger at himself, Tom had thrown his mug across the kitchen. Unsurprisingly it had smashed against the cupboard doors as well as splashing the remanent liquid across the kitchen. And then he was angry at himself, both for making a mess while acting like a tantruming child - as well as everything he鈥檇 done to you.聽
By the time he鈥檇 cleared up the mess - in what was quite a calming process- he realised the real pressing issue. It had him running out the front door, standing in the rain in the storm, looking across the road to where he had seen your car - what must鈥檝e been hours ago. To his horror, his heart dropped. Your car was gone, so you had driven in the state you had left in.聽
That was really scary to Tom. Because he didn鈥檛 even know if you were safe, if you had made it home or if you were in some ditch somewhere. Jogging inside, he went straight to Harry鈥檚 room - asking him to drive over to yours. With a sigh, Harry hauled himself off his bed - able to tell from Tom鈥檚 face, and the raised voices he鈥檇 heard, that the conversation didn鈥檛 go great.
The whole way over, Tom was frantically scanning the roadsides, as if expecting to see your car upside down hidden in the bushes. Otherwise the jpurney was silent, Harry tried to ask what happened once and was told, in no uncertain terms, to fuck right off. It was impressive Tom hadn鈥檛 drawn blood, given the fact he was chewing on his bottom lip so hard. Before Harry had stopped the car, Tom was already reaching for the doorhandle but his brother stopped him.聽
鈥淭om look, her car.鈥 Sure enough in the parking lot to your apartment building, there was your car - safetly pulled up. So, at least you were alive.聽
鈥淚 still need to-鈥
鈥淵ou sure thats a good idea bro? If she left that upset then maybe-鈥
鈥淭hanks for the lift.鈥 Not giving Harry two seconds, Tom was already out the car, jogging toward the lobby. All his brother could do was sigh, feeling the need to text you, as a warning.聽
鈥榯oms on his way up. im sorry x鈥
Even if Tom thought you were completely maniac when you left - he underestimated your sensibility. Of course you hadnt driven home - instead phoning your bestmate Y/bf/n. Like a night in shining armour, without asking any questions she鈥檇 ubered to Toms adress and then driven your car home with you.聽
Also being your best mate, she knew not to press. She knew you needed your space (ahem Tom take a hint) so although she was still in your flat - she left you to it in the bedroom.聽
So when Tom, almost panting, knocked down your door to nearly break the wood - it was Y/bf/n who answered it. Her hand immediately flying to Tom鈥檚 chest, pushing him out the doorway, as she also stepped out. That way she could give him a piece of her mind without you hearing it.聽
鈥淵ou got some fucking nerve showin-鈥
鈥淚s she okay?鈥 He butted in, eyes frantically searching Y/bf/n鈥檚.聽
鈥淗ow do you think she fucking is?鈥
鈥淚 thought she鈥檇 have crashed.鈥
鈥淚 drove because you鈥檙e right she is in no fucking state.鈥 He gulped at that, this distant hope of you not being as bad as he thought crushed. Y/bf/n鈥檚 glare didn鈥檛 help Tom compose himself at all.
鈥淚 er, Y/bf/n I don鈥檛 know what to do.鈥 She just sighed, exasperated at this boys stupidity.聽
鈥淲ell what pissed her off?鈥
鈥淚 asked her why she doesn鈥檛 wont to move in with me.鈥 Y/bf/n聽 quirked her head to the side, eyebrows furrowed at that. Because she knew that Tom knew more about your childhood than she did. You trusted your bestmate implicity, yet it was a past you didnt like to think back to. She knew you鈥檇 told Tom everything, and when she found that out she also knew he was your person. Shame your person was so very ignorant.
鈥淏ut you know?鈥澛
鈥淚 don鈥檛 know! I don鈥檛 know if its something to do with how messy I am, the way I sleep or-鈥
鈥淔or fuck sake Tom.鈥 She didnt even exclaim, just pure exasperation coating her words. 鈥淐ould you just - for a second- get your head out your own arse? It鈥檚 not about you.鈥
鈥淏ut it鈥檚 about living with me?鈥 Y/n pressed her thumb and index finger into her brows - actually wincing at Tom.
鈥淚t鈥檚 not about living with you鈥 It鈥檚 living with anyone. It鈥檚 not having her safe space.鈥澛
鈥淏ut it would be saf-鈥
Rolling her eyes, Y/bf/n just gave up, she couldn鈥檛 be bothered to deal with him. For some unknown reason you had put up with this actual clot head for three years, and she knew he was supposed to be next to you forever. So fuck it, she just gestured for him to enter the flat with a defeated nod.聽
Having had this curve ball thrown at him, Tom actually took measured and slow steps through your apartment. He knew the place like the back of his hand, having spent a fair amount of time here with you before. He remembered back 2 years ago, when he had helped you move in, after your first major release premiered. That first night, with nothing but a mattress on the floor - Tom had assumed you were planning to go back to his for the night. But no, instead you鈥欌檇 got pizza delivered, and pulled out the essentials - a string of fairy lights and laptop for netflix.聽
You鈥檇 spent the night with him in the otherwise empty flat, lit by the warm glowing lights, watching netflix on the floor. It had been magical.聽
Tom just craved that experience again, but this time in your own shared place.聽 Now though, he was racking his (small) brain to decipher Y/bf/n meaning. And he鈥檇 realised that maybe he really hadn鈥檛 been listening to you all along. So, almost hesitantly, Tom stopped at your door, steeling his nerve. And then, gingerly, he knocked softly - ear pressed against the door.聽
As expected, you ignored the sound on the door, figuring it Y/bf/n. That was until a voice echoed through the wood.
鈥淵/n, it鈥檚- it鈥檚 me.鈥 All the movement in your body, including the air in your lungs froze. He wasn鈥檛 supposed to be here. You had nowhere to run now. 鈥淚 um鈥. I was worried. I shouldn鈥檛 of let you leave like that.鈥澛
Again you didn鈥檛 respond. Just clawing your knees tighter to your chest as you cowered in the centre of your bed, sat up agaisnt the pillows.聽
鈥淚 think I might鈥檝e been ignoring you all this time. But I want to now鈥 I鈥檓 ready to鈥 I鈥檓 sorry I wasn锟斤拷锟絫 before.鈥 You heard a little thud, somehow knowing that was his forehead coming to rest on the otherside of the door. Silently, you used the cuff of the hoodie you were still wearing to wipe your face - hoping to remove the worst of your tears. Yes, your eyes were undoubtedly puffy and bloodshoot, but there was little that could be done about them.聽
鈥淚鈥檇 love to say I figured it out for myself but I have to admit Y/f/n might鈥檝e helped鈥. she called me an idiot about twenty times too - which is fair.鈥 Wetly you chuckled the slightest bit at that, still looking toward the closed door expectantly. 鈥淚鈥檝e been taking all of this personally鈥 as an insult I guess. And-and I dont think鈥 well I鈥檝e come to realise I鈥檓 being really immature by having that outlook. I鈥. I just- please can I come in?鈥澛
It was infuriating because you were oh so mad at him. You were infuriated by everything and you were so incredibly hurt above all else.聽
And that was your conundrum. Throughout your relationship, whenever you felt this betrayed or upset or hopeless - you鈥檇 crawl into his arms. Except this time, he was the cause of all that pain. So as much as instincts made you want to fling the door open and bury your head in his chest, you fought it with every bit of strength you had.聽
鈥淚 can鈥檛鈥 I can鈥檛 see you right now.鈥 Voice cracking, the illusion of authority you tried to convey simply was not there.聽
There was an uncomfortable moment of silence, before he replied in the most heart-shatteringly defeated tone.
鈥淥kay just鈥 just know I鈥檓 going to be right here waiting.鈥 And you knew he would. Just from the way he sounded, it was as though the adrenaline was dissapating for exhaustion. You didn鈥檛 have the energy to fight, nor did Tom have the energy to beg. Until you both had recovered somewhat, you knew he would be waiting. So you called out an 鈥 I know鈥 at the still shut door, before wiggling back down on the bed- more than ready to be numbed by sleep.聽
鈥淎nd Y/n?鈥. I really really love you.鈥澛
Suffice to say you couldn鈥檛 bring yourself to respond to his broken tone. No, all it did was bring on a fresh stream of tears. You hated that you loved him so undeniably. And even, you hated the fact that he loved you so much. Because it only made arguing that much harder.聽
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You woke up some hours later, having managed to cry yourself to sleep - which must be a new all time low. It was still dark, in fact it looked like the early hours of the morning. Your head was pounding, no doubt stress induced, and you pressed a fist to your eye socket in an attempt to alleviate the pressure. When that failed, you turned to dragging yourself out of bed - in search of a glass of water.聽
Something about the fight made it feel as though you were physically ill. To keep the shivers at bay, you added some old joggers of Toms to the outfit you already had on - the jumper harry had given you yesterday. It was a bit shameful, deriving comfort from your ex-boyfriends clothes but鈥 it was what you needed.聽
Also was he your ex? Had you broken up? Were you on a break, in famous ross and rachel talk? It certainly didnt feel like you were 鈥榯ogether鈥欌. but the label was too much to think about this early in the morning.聽
With a sigh you trailed across your bedroom, opening the door you鈥檇 been talking to hours earlier. Darkness swamped the hallway, and you had to blink your eyes a couple times in order to see through the blackness.聽
You wouldn鈥檛 have noticed, with a bleary gaze and hazy eyes - if it weren鈥檛 for the noise on the floor just by the side of the doorway. Jumping in shock, you stared eyes widened at the floor.
鈥淥h sorry if I scared you I jus-鈥
鈥淲hat the hell are you doing here?鈥 Because why. Why was Tom still in your flat? Why was he sat with his back against the bedroom door staring blankly into the dark opposite?聽
鈥淚 um鈥︹ He almost chuckled to himself, making you quirk your eyebrows together. 鈥淚 said I鈥檇 wait here till you鈥檙e ready.鈥澛
鈥淏ut I-I didn鈥檛 think you meant literally鈥. what time is it anyway?鈥 Everything about this was unbelievably bizarre. Still on the floor, Tom checked his watch and declared 3:45, before hopping to his feet.聽
Now by no means were you on your high horse of looking good - no mirror was neccessary to know you looked like shit. But he didn鈥檛 look so great either. His hair was greasy, probably from running his hands through it too much. His eyes were puffy with lack of sleep, with dark bags hanging below them. He looked exactly how you felt.聽
鈥淚f you want me to leave then-鈥 You cut him off, already starting to walk past him as your tried to get around the boys literal idocy.聽
鈥淚鈥檓 going to get a glass of water.鈥澛
And like a lost little puppy, Tom just trailed behind you to the kitchen.聽
While you were thinking. Who the hell deciedes its a good idea to camp outside someone elses room? Afterall, it is quater to 4 in the morning. If you had been more with it and noticed the weird presence , you might鈥檝e thought he were a robber and put your self defence classes into effect. He was, in short, insane.聽
In silence you grabbed a glass and filled it with water, before leaning on the island couter top - facing Tom.聽
鈥淪o you just got real comfy in the hallway or?鈥澛
鈥淲ell I was gonna go wait in my car or-or somewhere a bit less creepy but I wanted to make sure you were okay鈥 and-and well I could hear you crying and I didn鈥檛 want to leave when that was happening so I was just gonna stay till you calmed down.鈥
鈥淢hmm?鈥
鈥淏ut then I guess you fell asleep because - no offence or anything- but you were snoring a bit.鈥
鈥淚 had just cried myself to sleep.鈥 He pouted at you admission and nodded slightly.
鈥淵eh no I鈥 sorry but yeh i just found it quite reassuring聽 hearing that you were peaceful and calm.鈥
鈥淚 was asleep.鈥 Again, you deadpanned the response and again - Tom鈥檚 reaction was as though you had shot him or something.聽
鈥淪orry it was weird and if you want me to leave you alone i鈥檒l just鈥.鈥
Again you didn鈥檛 answer his question of whether or not you wanted him gone because 鈥. well honestly you didn鈥檛 know. So instead, you wordlessly leaned off the counter and walked to the sofa - collapsing heavily on it. Expectedly then, Tom followed, standing like a lemon at the foot of the sofa - clearly unsure on what to do.聽
鈥淵ou鈥檙e not gonna stop bugging me till we have this talk, so you may as well sit.鈥 And he did, jerkily and hurriedly - so that it looked so very awkward indeed. It took a moment of staring him down expectantly before Tom launched into a little speech. After all, it still wasn鈥檛 you that needed to apologise.聽
鈥淟ook love your er鈥 your hallway was the perfect place to think. Think about everything thats been going wrong with us and-and especially Y/b/f/n鈥檚 鈥榚ncouraging鈥 words.鈥 He said that last part sarcastically and you couldn鈥檛 help but snigger just a little. Because if you knew your bestfriend you knew she would鈥檝e given Tom hell for hurting you. 鈥 Look, the reason I鈥檝e been so desperate to take us to the next step is because I鈥檓 insecure. Insecure that I should鈥檝e 鈥榮ettled down鈥 by now according to my dad. And-and well I鈥檝e always been worried with the press and the paps that if things got too difficult we鈥檇 have to split. So I thought I鈥檇 taken it at your pace enough and I just got pissy.鈥澛
That you had to agree with, he definitely had been acting like a 5 year old.
鈥淚 just always thought that you didn鈥檛 want to move in with me right? And looking back thats so incredibly fucking dim because you鈥檇 already told me why鈥. if I鈥檓 right that is. I know you told me about your mum leaving and then the situation with your dad鈥 but I鈥檇 never realised how much it affected you now. I鈥檝e always had such a supportive family so when you told me all that I was sympathetic but鈥. but I was also naive. If it still affects you then thats so normal and I should鈥檝e noticed. So I鈥檓 so so sorry.鈥澛
In response, you released the big breath you hadn鈥檛 realised you were holding. It really sounded like some divine intervention had got involved and slapped sense into him. Refreshing would be an understatement.
Except was it enough?
鈥淭hankyou鈥 I um, I appreciate that but鈥. but my parents.鈥 You chewed you lip trying to conjure up the way to say this. 鈥淚-I thought you knew about what happened affects me, cos it does- everyday.鈥
鈥淚 didn-鈥
鈥淣o please Tom鈥 this is my turn.鈥 Shutting down his attempt to butt in, you picked your nails nervously - not expecting to be this confrontational. 鈥淵ou are the only person I鈥檝e told everything to鈥 and and I thought you had got it you know? I thought you got me鈥 thats why I鈥檓 finding this so hard you know?鈥
Tom sighed, shifting uncomfortably on the opposite side of the sofa. All he wanted to do was give you a hug and try and ease your pain - except when he was the cause of it, that wasn鈥檛 going to work.聽
鈥淚 honestly just don鈥檛 have an excuse - I just couldn鈥檛 even imagine鈥. and-and, well if i鈥檓 honest-鈥 He met your eyes, as if looking for consent - you nodded, even if a little scared of what he would say next. 鈥 It was clear that you didn鈥檛 like to talk about it and so鈥ell i never asked you more questions or at least, enough to understand properly right?鈥澛
鈥淪o it鈥檚 my fault?鈥 You really weren鈥檛 trying to jump to any conclusions, except he was making it very difficult to sound not stupid.
鈥 No! Nono not at all鈥 but I was tiptoeing around because I didn鈥檛 want to upset you, which i guess made me only more thick and oblivious than normal.鈥 Lightly laughing at the end, Tom then leant forward even more. 鈥淏ut I鈥檓 not making excuses I鈥檓 just here to apologise a hundred times over. I love you so much and I want to give you all the time in the world.鈥澛
鈥淲here do we go from here though?鈥
鈥淲e go鈥︹ He exhaled, shifting so his whole body was facing you, leaning forward and looking deeply in his eyes 鈥溾bsolutely no where. We stay here or you here and me at mine. We watch all the series we鈥檝e said we鈥檒l get round to and never have. We order food every night unless you want to try that new recipe book you got. We eat ice cream and I beat you at chess. We do absolutely nothing and I do everything I can to try and help you forgive me.鈥
Who knows how long you sat there, immobile, locked in this fierce and intense eye contact with Tom as he waited - and silently pleaded for you to forgive him.聽
鈥淚鈥檓 still pissed. You acted like a toddler instead of just talking to me and then you ignored my issues. I鈥檓 not gonna forgive you like that.鈥 Nodding, Tom still looked slightly disappointed at your harshness, slightly leaning away.聽
鈥淏ut I could really do with a hug right now. 鈥澛
When I say the sappy grin that grew on his face was possibly the purest thing ever, I do indeed mean it. You literally watched as he got his sparkle back, as his eyes lit up and his whole body grew a few inches from its slightly slouched position.聽
And then you held each other closer than ever before. Tom squeezing you tightly and pressing his face into your collarbone quite forcefully. And you鈥 you did the same.聽
Like it or not, you were it for him and vice versa. Having taken years for you to have your first argument, it probably wasn鈥檛 surprising it were so intense.聽
Perhaps he wasn鈥檛 completely to blame too. Perhaps sometimes you have to realise he cant read your thoughts. Maybe sometimes you need to put in the effort to explain.聽
You had to forgive him, even if it would take longer to forget鈥 you鈥檇 get there.聽
Because thats what this whole thing is, giving and taking and forcing each other to grow and better yourselves. Neither of you were perfect and nor would you ever be. But you鈥檇 get better for each other, with each other.聽
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probably my last tom holland thing, hyperfixation has switched well and truly to f1 - if there are any of u that's be interested I've still kept writing just switched my obsession lol. sending all my love, t <3
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farfromharry 2 days ago
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eager [f.castle]
summary: you come home to your boyfriend hammered and clingy. secrets are revealed.
pairing: frank castle x fem!reader
fandom: mcu
word count: 1347
warnings: reader throws up, literally all fluff n loving, frank being the bestest<33, touch starved reader, a little talk about reader punishing herself, frank uses all the good pet names馃構 and he cooks!!
note: i鈥檓 back from being banned馃槶馃き i had so much fun n i鈥檓 so proud of this so if anyone is mean I WILL CRY. and i鈥檓 sorry there鈥檚 no readmore line again but tumblr is all buggy and deleting bits every time i put one in:((
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鈥淔r-Frankie!鈥 Your voice slurs as you worm your way into Frank鈥檚 lap, your head lolling with the effects of the alcohol. Your mini dress rides up as you climb and he presses his fingers into the soft curve of your hip, drawing you in. You settle into him with a smile.
鈥淗i, pretty girl,鈥 he chuckles. He didn鈥檛 know what exactly to expect when you came home hammered at 2am, but it wasn鈥檛 this. You鈥檙e not overly fond of affection at the best of times, pretty much avoiding contact altogether, so for you to be initiating this at all, zero coaxing involved, is strange.
鈥淚 missed you,鈥 you giggle, craning into him as he pushes the hair from your sweaty face. A hum rips from your throat and you hook your arms underneath his on the sofa. He brushes his nose across your jaw.
鈥淚 missed you too, baby. You feelin鈥 alright?鈥 he asks, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead; you鈥檙e hot to the touch. You nod, pressing your nose to the juncture of his neck and inhaling; you鈥檙e met with the scent of slight sweat and the last tinge of cologne from the previous day.
鈥淪o pretty鈥︹ you say, your hand reaching out to stroke Frank鈥檚 face in bewilderment.
鈥淗m?鈥
鈥淵ou.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 pretty?鈥 he laughs.
鈥淭he pr-pre-prettiest.鈥 Your words start to merge into one and he shushes you, soft lips grazing your temple.
鈥淢y girl is prettier,鈥 he answers, voice dripping with sincerity. You frown, head shooting up to meet his eyes.
鈥淲ho鈥檚 your girl?鈥 you ask, the beginnings of tears getting stuck in your throat. In your inebriated state, you have honestly forgotten that Frank is your boyfriend. 鈥淚鈥檓- I鈥檓 gonna f-fight her.鈥
鈥淲hat鈥檙e you gonna cry for, baby? I鈥檓 talkin鈥 鈥榖out you.鈥 He keeps his tone light, cupping the back of your head with his calloused hand.
鈥淥h.鈥
鈥淪illy thing. Why would I want anyone but you?鈥
鈥溾楥ause I never wanna cuddle,鈥 you pout. He shakes his head.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 care about that. Sure, it鈥檚 nice to cuddle, but I want you to be happy most of all.鈥
鈥淐an I tell you a sec-secret?鈥 you whisper, although it鈥檚 comically loud - almost louder than your normal speaking voice. You hiccup, pestering your way further into his lap.
鈥淵eah?鈥
鈥淚 always wanna cuddle.鈥
鈥淭hat so?鈥
鈥淵-yeah. Scared you鈥檒l get annoyed so I don鈥檛 say anythin鈥. Wait for you to ask.鈥 His expression softens and he kisses your head. He never realised that you might be depriving yourself of touch to punish yourself, or worse, because you thought you鈥檇 be irritating him. He can鈥檛 get enough of you.
鈥淥h, baby. My baby.鈥 Drawing you closer, his body engulfs yours completely; you mumble something halfheartedly, curling into him. Everything seems to shake ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly and you鈥檙e sure Frank doesn鈥檛 notice. He catches your expression, brow furrowing. His closeness has you breaking into a full body flush. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e shaking, darlin鈥.鈥
鈥淛us鈥 don鈥檛 let go of me,鈥 you whisper, pressing your face to his chest.
鈥淎lright, 鈥榲e got you.鈥
You stay like that for a while, cradled in his arms, eyes closed, until your stomach lurches uneasily. You blanch, dry heaving.
鈥淔rankie鈥︹
鈥淢m.鈥
鈥淕onna be sick.鈥 You retch, trying to scramble free of Frank鈥檚 grasp and run to the bathroom. Instead, he lifts you with virtually no effort, sitting you in front of the toilet and gathering your hair at the nape of your neck just in time for you to start emptying your stomach contents. He soothes you with the softest voice, kissing the back of your neck and whispering encouraging words despite how disgusting you must look right now.
鈥淎ttagirl,鈥 he murmurs, 鈥淲hat a good girl.鈥 Your eyes flutter closed and you slump against the toilet seat, breathing heavily. He immediately lifts you, flushing the vomit away and closing the seat; just that helps the nausea ebb away as the seconds pass. He perches you on the seat, wiping your sweaty face with a cold cloth and grabbing the toothbrush you keep at his apartment at all times. He spreads a little toothpaste over the bristles, parting your lips with his thumb and brushing them gently.
鈥淕ood girl, let鈥檚 rinse your mouth,鈥 he coos; you oblige without thinking, letting him hold you up by the waist and wipe your face with a towel. Your body goes completely lax and he cushions your head with his shoulder, handling you as though you鈥檒l break at any second.
鈥淟ove you,鈥 you mumble, hooking your legs around his waist as he hoists you into his arms. He makes for the kitchen with you securely in his hold.
鈥淚 love you too. You feel a bit better now?鈥
鈥淵eah.鈥
鈥淟et鈥檚 get you some water and something to eat, pretty.鈥
鈥溾榤 not hungry!鈥 you squeak, hiccuping drunkenly, although you鈥檙e considerably less plastered than when you got home.
鈥淵ou don鈥檛 have to eat it, but it might help soak up some of the alcohol, alright?鈥
鈥溾榢ay鈥︹ you trail off, worrying your lip between your teeth.
鈥淲hat you thinkin鈥 about, hm?鈥
鈥淣othin鈥.鈥
鈥淚 can hear the gears turning. C鈥檓on, out with it.鈥 He kneads your side with sympathetic fingers, squeezing and releasing, squeeze, release.
鈥溾榮 it okay if I wanna touch more? Like cuddle 鈥榥d hold your hand?鈥 Your voice is a fragment of its usual volume and you wince, preparing yourself for the rejection before he even has time to react.
鈥淗ow could I say no to that, hm?鈥 The relief at his statement is palpable. 鈥淚f you wanna hang onto me forever like a little koala bear, I wouldn鈥檛 say no to you. You know that, baby. I want you to have everythin鈥 you鈥檝e ever wanted.鈥
鈥淛us鈥 want you,鈥 you murmur, peppering a trail of kisses over his face and neck. 鈥淟ove you so much.鈥
鈥淐鈥檓on, my pretty. Whatcha fancy to eat?鈥 He smiles, setting you down on a stool, hands out to catch you should you wobble tipsily. Once he鈥檚 sure you鈥檙e steady, he moves to the fridge. 鈥淗ow about some eggs?鈥 You shake your head, nose scrunched.
鈥淭hey make me feel sicky.鈥
鈥淎lright, darlin鈥. How about pasta?鈥
鈥淧asta sounds good, Frankie.鈥
鈥淧asta it is, baby.鈥
You admire him shamelessly as he busies himself with your meal, ogling his thick biceps and his sharp jawline. The black t-shirt he wears hugs him just right, exposing his muscular physique to you.
鈥淵ou enjoying the show, darlin鈥?鈥 he drawls amusedly, sending you a cheeky wink. You flush, averting your eyes.
鈥淪orry.鈥
鈥淐鈥檓ere, pretty girl.鈥 His arms open and you wobble off of the stool and into his embrace. The affection, still so abnormal to you, makes you tremble.
鈥淚鈥檝e gotcha, baby. Not lettin鈥 you go anytime soon.鈥
Finally, when he鈥檚 finished making the pasta, something you never thought someone would do for you, let alone at half past two in the morning, he sets it onto the table and sits down, inviting you into his lap. You clamber onto him, hands roaming his chest. You鈥檙e eager to feel his skin on yours, fingers splayed over his throat and under his t-shirt. This new found appreciation for his touch has made you greedy and Frank is in heaven.
鈥淪hould鈥檃 gotten you drunk sooner if I knew you鈥檇 be this needy, baby.鈥 He beams at you, dotting kisses over the entire expanse of your face. With his free hand, he spears a piece of pasta with a fork and lifts it to your lips. 鈥淗ere, darlin鈥.鈥 You take it gratefully, humming.
鈥溾榮 good!鈥
鈥淎ttagirl.鈥
You eat in silence until you鈥檙e full, pushing the bowl away and curling your body into Frank鈥檚.
鈥淪orry I kept you up.鈥
鈥淚 couldn鈥檛 sleep without my girl anyway.鈥
You giggle; the lilting sound compels Frank to kiss you, his lips melding against yours like a puzzle piece.
Before he can find it in himself to move you, you鈥檙e fast asleep against his shoulder, snoring softly with your arms underneath his t-shirt, cool against his warm skin. You cling to him even as you sleep soundly.
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farfromharry 2 days ago
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for a blurb request, i鈥檓 a sucker for dad!tom how about revealing your pregnancy with tom going to a red carpet together and he鈥檚 just so happy and won鈥檛 leave your side the whole night 馃ズ
Standing in front of the mirror, you looked at yourself carefully and took a deep breath. You smoothed down the fabric, hands resting over the small but obvious bump. Normally, the dresses you鈥檇 wear weren鈥檛 quite so form-fitting, even for special occasions like this, but tonight was different. Tonight, you鈥檇 be announcing your pregnancy by showing up in a dress that made it quite obvious.聽
You were a few months along now, and it was getting harder and harder to hide the rapidly growing bump. So, with the premier of Tom鈥檚 newest movie, you both decided now was the time. And while you were excited, you were also incredibly nervous. Not only would people have something to say, it would make it all so much more real, and it would no longer be your little secret.
Arms slid around your body from behind, hands resting gently over your tummy, 鈥淵ou look gorgeous, my love. Beautiful, absolutely breathtaking.鈥 Tom could tell that you were nervous, and just his presence helped to calm your nerves.聽
鈥淗m,鈥 you breathed out softly, leaning back into his touch, 鈥溾榮 just the makeup, and this insanely expensive dress. I shouldn鈥檛 be allowed near this dress; I鈥檓 such a klutz already, and pregnancy is only making it worse.鈥
Tom scoffed, rubbing his hand in small circles, 鈥淒on鈥檛 be ridiculous. You look so beautiful. The dress is pretty, but you, darling鈥︹ he trailed off, shaking his head with a lovesick grin before pressing a kiss to your cheek. 鈥淎nd I promise I won鈥檛 let you spill anything on it.鈥
Warmth rushed to your face at the compliments, and you quickly turned around to wrap your arms around your husband鈥檚 neck, 鈥淚 love you. Thank you.鈥
鈥淣othing to thank me for,鈥 he shook his head, pressing a kiss to your forehead, 鈥淎re you ready? Gonna have to leave soon.鈥
鈥淣o,鈥 you sighed softly before adding, 鈥渂ut yes.鈥
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Tom got out first, and the flashing lights from cameras were instantly blinding, even from inside the car. Your heart started racing as Tom leaned back in order to help you out. He could see the panic on your face, 鈥淗ey, it鈥檚 okay. I鈥檒l be by your side the entire night, I promise. But if you really don鈥檛 want to do this, that鈥檚 okay.鈥
Taking a deep breath, you shook your head quickly, 鈥淣o, it鈥檚 okay, I鈥檓 okay. I鈥檓 ready.鈥
鈥淎re you sure?鈥 he paused, scanning your face carefully. When you nodded, he stepped back to help you out of the car, placing a kiss to your cheek. Lights began flashing even faster, and screams erupted from the fans that were there. He was quick to grab your hand in his, lacing your fingers together tightly, and pulling you into his side, 鈥淚鈥檝e got you.鈥
Out of instinct, you moved your free hand to cradle your growing tummy carefully, which caused another burst of commotion. Tom鈥檚 hand also moved, partially pressing against the small bump, and partially resting over your hand. This calmed you instantly, and you turned your head to press a kiss to your husband鈥檚 cheek.聽
Cameras went off again, but you were too distracted by Tom to really notice as he gave you a smile that was brighter than the flashing lights. You returned the smile, keeping close to him as he began to pull you along the red carpet.
Every time the two of you paused for pictures, Tom made a point to show you and your growing baby off. You could tell just how happy he was, with the way the bright smile never left his face, and how he mentioned the pregnancy in every interview he did, absolutely gushing about how much he loved you, and how excited he was.聽He even refused to let you out of his sight, keeping his promise that he'd be by your side the entire night.
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been harassed by three separate males today!! all because im wearing a top that you can see my boobs in <3
on the bright side though i did have a fourth tell me i was pretty funny and i will happily take that ego boost <3
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Hey! you showed up on my feed 3 hours ago and ever since then i've been obsessed with your works. like literally, O B S E S S E D. so in the next few hours you get multiple notifications of someone commenting and reblogging your fics like a maniac, that would be me :]. hope you don't mind lol. have a great day!<3 ~ Blue
wait thats so sweet, thank you馃槶馃槶 of course i won鈥檛 mind, i look forward to it 鈽猴笍
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This is a love song not a sad song | Dating Stiles Stilinski
pov: you鈥檙e dating Stiles Stilinski
Summary: Stiles plans to get Scott drunk in order to help him over his breakup, bis his new metabolism makes that impossibly and you鈥檙e quickly left to deal with a drunk off his ass Stiles in the middle of the night. But even with the love he recited to you that night you were left questioning your relationship when he finds himself worked up over Scott kissing Lydia the day of the full moon. Can and will you forgive him?
Word count - 4013
Warnings - possible language, not much else i don鈥檛 think
Based on: season one, episode eight
藲 嗉樷櫋 鈰嗭健藲This is a love song not a sad song藲 嗉樷櫋 鈰嗭健藲
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Being startled awake was never a fun experience. The quick panic, racing of your heart as your eyes frantically scoped the area for the danger, no one enjoyed that feeling. And you certainly didn鈥檛 enjoy it anymore when finding it was your boyfriend creating the commotion, your drunk boyfriend at that. 鈥淪tiles? What are you doing?鈥澛
You begrudgingly pushed yourself out of your cosy bed, letting the nippy night air engulf your body as you shuffled over to the boy swaying slowly in the middle of your room. You set your hands on his biceps, steadying him. The simple action had those sweet, whisky coloured eyes flickering down to look at you, a grin forming on his face when he locked eyes. 鈥淗ey. Has anyone ever told you you鈥檙e really pretty?鈥澛
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This is a love song not a sad song | Dating Stiles Stilinski
pov: you鈥檙e dating Stiles Stilinski
Summary: Stiles plans to get Scott drunk in order to help him over his breakup, bis his new metabolism makes that impossibly and you鈥檙e quickly left to deal with a drunk off his ass Stiles in the middle of the night. But even with the love he recited to you that night you were left questioning your relationship when he finds himself worked up over Scott kissing Lydia the day of the full moon. Can and will you forgive him?
Word count - 4013
Warnings - possible language, not much else i don鈥檛 think
Based on: season one, episode eight
藲 嗉樷櫋 鈰嗭健藲This is a love song not a sad song藲 嗉樷櫋 鈰嗭健藲
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Being startled awake was never a fun experience. The quick panic, racing of your heart as your eyes frantically scoped the area for the danger, no one enjoyed that feeling. And you certainly didn鈥檛 enjoy it anymore when finding it was your boyfriend creating the commotion, your drunk boyfriend at that. 鈥淪tiles? What are you doing?鈥澛
You begrudgingly pushed yourself out of your cosy bed, letting the nippy night air engulf your body as you shuffled over to the boy swaying slowly in the middle of your room. You set your hands on his biceps, steadying him. The simple action had those sweet, whisky coloured eyes flickering down to look at you, a grin forming on his face when he locked eyes. 鈥淗ey. Has anyone ever told you you鈥檙e really pretty?鈥澛
You tried not to let him fluster you. 鈥淎re you drunk?鈥 It was a dumb question, with the size of his pupils and the stench of Jack lingering on his clothes, you got your answer. But still, he tried to slur an explanation, something about wanting to help Scott through his breakup. 鈥淏-But, he can鈥檛 get drunk apparently. So it was just me.鈥
You nodded along, pretending like it really mattered-- which in his current state it really didn鈥檛, he was your concern right now, you just wanted to get him out of the smelly clothes and into something he could sleep in. But a drunk Stiles meant he was going to make it as impossibly difficult for you as he could, squirming and trying to love on you as you undressed him. Patience was apparently your strong suit, finding yourself pushing down your frustration each time it threatened to bubble over and have you explode so you didn鈥檛 make him feel guilty about something his foggy mind didn鈥檛 understand. 鈥淐an you help put these on please, baby?鈥 You handed him a pair of soft to the touch sweats, his that he must have let you borrow at some point in your long friendship. He hummed, slightly distracted as you helped him put one leg at a time into the pants. When they were firmly placed on his hips you gave him the first kiss of the night, a light one placed on the corner of his mouth.
It was done on purpose of course, you wanted him to crave more so that he鈥檇 change his shirt without you having to struggle to do it for him. Then a proper kiss that met his standards would be his reward. If you asked you, you'd say it was a well thought out idea. And it worked. With a childish whine he was switching out his alcohol smelling flannel for one of his many graphic tees you鈥檇 stolen from him over the years, more so over the course of your relationship. There was just something about being engulfed so comfortably in his scent when he wasn鈥檛 there that had you sleeping comfortably like a baby. You鈥檇 never told him, you were sure if you did he鈥檇 make it his mission to tease you about it forever.
鈥淵ou okay?鈥 you asked, hands cupping his cheeks to pull his focus onto you. 鈥淔eel like you need to throw up or anything?鈥 There was a slight pause where he thought about it, quickly shaking his head after coming to the conclusion that he hadn鈥檛 drank enough to feel nauseous, thankfully. 鈥淟et鈥檚 get you in bed then, huh?鈥澛
His hand encircled your waist, pulling you back to him before you had the chance to get too far. It seemed like he just wanted a little bit of love, his head finding solace in the crook of your neck with a few gentle kisses to your skin. You didn鈥檛 even need to ask him if he was okay, receiving a barely eligible murmur that explained everything. 鈥淚 love you. Love you so much, you鈥檙e s鈥檊ood t鈥檓e.鈥 His words made you laugh, a sound he鈥檇 argue was the most perfect one anyone could ever be graced to hear. A flush was taking over your body at the sincerity behind what he鈥檇 said, ignoring the burst of love you felt in order to make sure he was taken care of, what you鈥檇 call a simple action, but he鈥檇 consider a natural romantic gesture that had him swooning in the exact same way you were trying to hide.聽
You pulled back slowly, kissing his cute nose. 鈥淚 love you too, but you need sleep, honey.鈥澛
He nodded, letting you guide him to where he needed to be, the alcohol truly clouding his brain now, making it painfully difficult to try and do the simplest of things you were asking of him.聽
鈥淐ome on.鈥 You coaxed him under the covers, watching his head hit one of your pillows, finding the boy immediately passed out. A chuckle escaped your lips at the sight, climbing in beside him with a quick peck to his forehead. 鈥淪leep tight, bub.鈥
Even in his sleep the boy didn鈥檛 want to be away from you, shuffling closer to your body sleepily. His head ended up resting on your chest, one of his arms thrown around your waist and one of his legs in a similar position over your own. You grinned to yourself, running your hand over his shaved head before placing another kiss to his head, accepting the affection happily. Now you were just hoping he could sleep off the drunk before school tomorrow. And that his hangover wouldn鈥檛 be too bad in the morning, dealing with a cranky Stiles was never fun.
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It was like a deja vu moment when you found yourself in the cafeteria with Stiles being keyed in on what had happened in chemistry earlier that day with Scott. The latter was nowhere to be found as of now, but you both put that down to the full moon being tonight and his emotions being all over the place, especially now that he was so distanced from Allison when he could鈥檝e done with being with her for the night.聽
You both agreed this stuff was starting to get really scary, especially after what Scott had told you the other night about how at one point he鈥檇 actually wanted to kill you. 鈥淒o you still want to help me later?鈥 he asked.聽
You both had your reservations about trying to help Scott get through the night without killing anyone, but no one more than you. Your boyfriend was good at making plans, and his ideas were usually good, but this one just felt off. You couldn鈥檛 explain if he asked, which is why you hadn鈥檛 voiced your uncertainty, but you had a feeling this wasn鈥檛 going to go the way you鈥檇 hoped it would. 鈥淵eah of course. Let鈥檚 just hope he doesn鈥檛 try and kill us.鈥
Your words had been echoing in his mind for the rest of the day. Was you being there with him really all that great of an idea if there was a chance he could get you killed? Then the thing happened on the lacrosse field, his anger getting the best of him and also piecing together what happened during his earlier interaction with Lydia, a wave of annoyance settling in his chest. It was all building up and just like Scott at some point he was surely going to explode.聽
鈥淎re you sure you鈥檙e okay?鈥 you questioned, pulling him from his daze as he collected his stuff from the back of the jeep. You鈥檇 asked numerous times in the car ride over to Scott鈥檚 place, having seen the way he was grasping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles had turned white. He just kept laughing it off, saying he was fine, but he鈥檇 do something subconsciously that would let you know something was bothering him. Then the whole cycle would start over again. 鈥淵/N, I鈥檓 fine. Just a little nervous about the whole 鈥榤y best friend鈥檚 turning into a murderous werewolf thing鈥 I guess.鈥澛
You nodded, pursing your lips as you trailed behind him up towards the house, feeling like a scolded child, even if it wasn鈥檛 his attention to have been snappy with you. You muttered quietly to yourself. 鈥淪orry I asked.鈥
By the time you caught up with him he was already pushing open the front door, leaving you no time to question how he鈥檇 gotten into the house so easily. Picking the lock was honestly your top suspicion. It was Stiles, those were exactly the kind of antics he got himself into.
鈥淪cott?鈥 you heard Melissa call. 鈥淪tiles and Y/n,鈥 the boy called back, flashing the woman a tight lipped smile. It was clear she was confused, her gaze drifting down to the key to her house in the teenage boy鈥檚 hand. 鈥淎 key?鈥
鈥淵eah. I had one made because of the uh, window thing.鈥 The two delved into a conversation that you didn鈥檛 pay much attention to, Stiles making something up about the three of you doing a school project together. He mustn't have been very convincing though, because Melissa was quick to drop the amused act and become serious. Worry taking over her expression as she glanced back and forth between you both, praying that you鈥檇 be honest with her for once in your lives. She didn鈥檛 want any of Stiles鈥 sarcasm right now, she just wanted confirmation that her son was the same sweet, innocent boy he鈥檇 been before his sudden secrecy a month or so ago.
鈥淗e鈥檚 okay, right?鈥 It was obvious she was concerned for her son, as you all were, and it made your heart ache at the blatant fear displayed across her face when she uttered the words. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth, biting back the frown that wanted to plant itself on your features. It鈥檇 probably only worry her more, so you wanted to hold it back as long as you could. 鈥淵eah, he鈥檚 just had a rough week,鈥 you answered. You weren鈥檛 lying, he had, you just didn鈥檛 tell her all the supernatural reasons behind why.
There was an awkward silence filling the hallway for a few seconds as she took in your words, before she thankfully snapped you all out of it, offering you both a motherly smile. 鈥淲ell, be careful tonight. You know, full moon and all.鈥
Stiles鈥 eyes widened comically, a choked 鈥榳hat?鈥 slipping past his lips that had you subtly elbowing his side. 鈥淭here鈥檚 a full moon tonight. Should see how busy the ER gets,鈥 she said. You forced out a laugh, glaring at Stiles to do the same, which he thankfully did. 鈥淪ee you later.鈥
With one last wave she was leaving, allowing the two of you to let out breaths you weren鈥檛 aware you鈥檇 been holding, the tension from the idea of her finding out what you were doing finally melting from your body. You shook off the encounter, lacing your fingers with Stiles. You had no idea if Scott was home yet, but if he wasn鈥檛 it鈥檇 be the perfect time to set up the plan without him whining and interfering, you couldn鈥檛 imagine he was going to love this. So you both headed up to his room, finding it shrouded in darkness when you lightly pushed open his door.聽
At least you thought you were alone until Stiles let out a shrill scream after flicking on the light, stepping back a few steps when he found Scott sitting stoic and stiff in the armchair in the corner of his room. 鈥淒ude, you scared the hell outta me.鈥 When he didn鈥檛 say anything, and his heart rate had gone back to normal, Stiles continued, setting his duffel bag down on the floor in the middle of the room. There was a tension between him and the two of you that was considerably uncomfortable, making you shift in your spot as his eyes lingered on you where you stood. Thankfully Stiles鈥 voice pulled his gaze back over to him. 鈥淟et鈥檚 uh, get this set up. I want you to see what I got.鈥澛
You watched as he shook his head, the first bit of reaction you鈥檇 got from him since entering the room. 鈥淚鈥檓 fine.鈥 The look in his eyes never once changed, sending an unpleasant shiver down your spine at the intensity. 鈥淚鈥檓 just gonna lock the door and go to bed early tonight.鈥
鈥淎re you sure? Cause you鈥檝e got this kind of serial killer look in your eyes.鈥
The other brunette raised his head from where he was ruffling around in the duffel bag, nodding along with your words the second he caught sight of the way Scott鈥檚 eyes were practically in slits directed at you both. It was frightening. 鈥淵eah, I agree with Y/N. It鈥檚 really starting to freak me out.鈥
He didn鈥檛 say anything else on the matter, just sat slightly straighter in that seat which had you drifting closer to Stiles for a little bit of comfort. Just knowing his presence was there if you needed it was enough to calm your rapid heart. Although, Scott could probably still hear just how rapid it was.
鈥淵ou should go.鈥
It felt like more of a threat than a suggestion with the tone he was using, but you weren鈥檛 ready to quite give up yet, not when you still had the main event to go.
鈥淔ine, we鈥檒l leave. Can you just at least look in the bag,鈥 you said. 鈥淵ou don鈥檛 have to use it, but it could help.鈥 He sighed, shifting from his seat to the floor beside the bag. You nudged Stiles, silently telling him it was go time for your actual plan while he was distracted. He understood, his hand gripping the handcuffs in prime position to latch them onto his friend鈥檚 wrist when he needed to.聽
You saw the way Scott lifted the chains and stared at them with a look of complete disgust. 鈥淵ou think I鈥檇 let you put these on me? Like a dog?鈥 he inquired. Stiles watched you give him the signalled nod, shaking his head at Scott. He leaped at him, securing one cuff around his wrist before forcing him back against the wall to secure the other one around the leg of the radiator, making sure he was stuck in place. 鈥淲hat the hell are you doing!鈥
The two of you stepped back, the sudden ferocity of the werewolf rather scary, and you wouldn鈥檛 want to be in close proximity to him if those cuffs didn鈥檛 work like you鈥檇 hoped. 鈥淲e鈥檙e protecting you from yourself.鈥
The boy beside you jumped in. 鈥淎nd giving you some payback.鈥
Two sets of eyes turned to look at him, both full of that same amount of confusion, but he wasn鈥檛 focused on you. 鈥淚 know you kissed her, Scott, okay?鈥 Your eyebrows drew together, arms crossing over your chest as you looked between the two males. You didn鈥檛 know what Stiles was talking about. Who had Scott supposedly kissed and why was he so worked up about it, because it definitely wasn鈥檛 you. In your book the only person your boyfriend should be that protective over when it came to kissing other guys, was you. Thankfully you didn鈥檛 have to wait too long to find out. 鈥淵ou kissed Lydia.鈥澛
Rage ran through your body, your jaw going slack as her name left his lips. Now he wasn't the only one that was angry. Wide eyes were focused on the side of his head, willing him in your mind to turn and look at you so he could explain himself. 鈥淪tiles,鈥 you muttered.聽
鈥淔or the past three hours I鈥檝e been thinking, it鈥檚 probably just the full moon, you know. He doesn鈥檛 know what he鈥檚 doing, he doesn鈥檛 know what an unbelievable piece of crap friend he鈥檚 been.鈥澛
Hearing the words only fueled your emotions. 鈥淪tiles!鈥 His head whipped around to look at you, any ounce of anger practically melting from his expression when he saw your own, realising the dumbass mistake he鈥檇 just made. 鈥淵/N,鈥 he tried.聽
鈥淲hy are you so mad that he kissed Lydia?鈥 The pain in your tone was evident, and it only made your boyfriend feel a million more times guilty than he could imagine. He shook his head, tried reaching out for you, neither of you caring that Scott was still very much in the room and to your belief, blissfully unaware of your relationship. 鈥淭ell me the truth.鈥澛
He took one look between the smirk on his best friend鈥檚 face and the teary eyed look you were giving him, and ushered you both out of the room. Obviously it wasn鈥檛 going to do much to prevent Scott from hearing what was no doubt going to be your first fight as a couple, but this way he didn鈥檛 have to look at that stupid expression all over his face as he got what he wanted; his friends to be in pain.聽
He was calling your name from beside you, begging you to just look at him. Your fear was you鈥檇 take one look in those doe eyes and he鈥檇 be forgiven, so you didn鈥檛 give in, just turned your head the other way. 鈥淲-What I said, I didn鈥檛 mean it like that.鈥
You scoffed, finding it hard to believe he was going to try and deny the words you鈥檇 just very clearly heard come out of his mouth. You stayed quiet to let him explain, or at least try to, considering you didn鈥檛 really see how there was anything to explain. He鈥檇 said what he said and you thought you had a pretty clear reason as to why. 鈥淲hat I meant was, he thinks I鈥檓 in love with her, yet he had no hesitations about kissing her. The full moon is making him do things that he鈥檇 never do and鈥 When does it stop Y/N? How far will he go?鈥澛
It was difficult for him to tell whether you believed him or not. Part of you looked like you were thinking through what he鈥檇 said, it made sense, but the other part of you was still clouded by pain and anger. You were hurt, his words had targeted one of your biggest insecurities, and actually the only one you had about your relationship. 鈥淲hat if he鈥檇 kissed you? The girl I actually do like, just to hurt me. Which is what he was no doubt trying to do with her.鈥澛
Even now you鈥檇 say your emotions were justified. None of what he鈥檇 just told you was clear when he first made his statement in Scott鈥檚 bedroom. And if it took a whole separate explanation to understand that could he really blame you for the way you reacted?聽
Unfortunately, you didn鈥檛 reply the way he wanted you too, shattering his heart just like he鈥檇 done yours. Now he was only more mad at Scott.聽
鈥淚 think I should go,鈥 you whispered. In that very moment he hated Scott more than anything. You were the love of his life, and his friend鈥檚 dumb actions might have just jeapordised that. Any attempt he made at getting you to stay was futile, your heart was heavy and the sight of Stiles alone was enough to spring tears to your eyes with each glance. 鈥淚f you won鈥檛 stay for me, stay for Scott, please.鈥 The words fell on deaf ears, your lover watching as you descended down the stairs of the McCall house without another word. How did everything go wrong so fast? And how in the holy hell was he going to explain this one to you?
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You don鈥檛 know why you believed Stiles wasn鈥檛 going to do everything he could to make you talk to him again. He was stubborn, in a good way, and he鈥檇 go to the ends of the earth for you. So him showing up at your house was no surprise, in your room for that matter. You hadn鈥檛 been home at the time, out running an errand for your mom. But when you came back your little brother was quick to let you know you鈥檇 had a gentleman caller while you鈥檇 been out, and he was currently waiting for you up in your room. He鈥檇 also been sure to point out he鈥檇 brought you gifts with a rather puppy dog look on his face; that addition had made you giggle.聽
He must鈥檝e been sitting on your bed while he was waiting, because when you pushed open the door he quickly jumped to his feet, pushing something behind his back so you couldn鈥檛 see what it was. 鈥淗-Hey.鈥
You didn鈥檛 say anything back as you stepped further into your room, setting down your stuff and going about the way you would鈥檝e if there wasn鈥檛 a nervous boy practically trembling beside your bed. 鈥淵/N,鈥 he called. His heart was beating so rapidly against his chest that he was surprised you couldn鈥檛 hear it. He鈥檇 been up all night overthinking like usual, going through every possible scenario that your fight could lead to, and almost all of them had ended up in your breaking up with him and leaving him miserable. One could say he was more of a negative overthinker than anything else. 鈥淏abe?鈥 The nickname made you freeze, and he clearly saw, using it to his advantage to win over your attention. The slight slip up from you had given him the confidence he needed to step closer to you, circling his slim arms around your waist, presenting the flowers in his grasp to you. 鈥淏aby?鈥澛
Your reserve was quickly crumbling, hating that the man knew your weakness so well. His lips were trailing over your shoulder, your breath stuttering as you tried to keep yourself from melting into his embrace. You were still yet to say a word, and the stubborn part of you, much like the one in him, wanted to keep it that way for longer. 鈥淧lease say something-- anything. Yell at me if you want to. Jus鈥 wanna hear the sound of your voice.鈥澛
With a huff you were turning around to face him, a faint trace of irritation fixed on your face. 鈥淲ere you really telling the truth?鈥
He nodded, hesitantly bringing one of his hands up to brush some hair behind your ear, your eyes locked, the boy trying to show you the utmost love in a gaze that he possibly could. He needed you to believe him. 鈥淚鈥檒l swear on anything you want me to. You鈥檙e the only person I have feelings for.鈥 You still weren鈥檛 convinced, that demon known as insecurity weaving itself into your thoughts, replaying the moment from the night of the full moon over and over in your head.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 want to keep hating Lydia for nothing, Stiles. But I have to know you鈥檙e serious when you tell me you don鈥檛 feel anything for her.鈥 There was no hesitation from him, and it did surprisingly a lot to settle some of your doubts. 鈥淚 don鈥檛. I am completely in love with you, not Lydia, not anyone else. Just you. I meant what I said.鈥 He seemed sincere. 鈥淵ou have to trust me on that. I wouldn鈥檛 be here right now, with flowers, if you weren鈥檛 the one for me.鈥
Relief flooded him when he saw the corner of your lips twitch as if to curve upwards. Your hands raising to lay atop of his on your cheeks. Maybe you were too quick to accept his apology, but he was your boy, the same one you鈥檇 spent so many years of your life pining over, and you couldn鈥檛 let that all go because of something so minor. 鈥淭hen I guess I can forgive you.鈥 He leaned in to kiss you with a silly grin plastered to his face, but you were quick to turn your head to the right so his lips met your cheek. 鈥淚f you give me lots and lots of 鈥業鈥檓 sorry鈥 kisses.鈥
The grin didn鈥檛 falter for a second, arguably growing cheekier. 鈥淥h, I can give you a lot more than just that.鈥
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stiles stilinski taglist - @peter-parkers-gf @rqmanoff @ccosmic-illusion @hunnybunimdun聽@instabull @taramaria聽@raajali3 @raynelbabe @celestair @reallysparklychaos @thollandgf
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i had a dream last night chris evans came back as johnny storm and now i need it more than ever
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The one with the really long flight | Peter鈥檚 girl
Summary: Peter clues you in on his plan to win over MJ, one that you think is terrible. He sets it in place and begins with the first step during your flight to Venice.
Word count - 1802
Warnings - none
A/n - the first of the ffh chapters!! sorry about how long this took, lol
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After Peter鈥檚 outburst those few weeks ago, he was quick to apologize like he always did. He just told you he was stressed and he鈥檇 been overthinking a lot about most things, and just like any disagreement with him, you were quick to forgive. So for the most part everything was back to normal with you both. Now you were just preparing for your trip to Europe.
All was going well until he told you about the plan he鈥檇 conjured. It earned him a furrowed brow, but he was more than happy to clarify that it was his plan to try and win MJ over and tell her he liked her.
You still didn鈥檛 understand much behind this sudden crush, nor did you agree with it, but obviously the last time you voiced your concerns didn鈥檛 go particularly well. So, you just planned on letting the plan go sour on its own, without your help.
鈥淪o, what鈥檚 your plan?鈥 you asked, cheek resting on the palm of your hand. You were supposed to be drawing for your art class, but apparently this required your attention more than your work.
鈥淥kay, first, I鈥檓 gonna sit next to MJ on the flight鈥斺 Your head snapped up, shaking no immediately after the words left his mouth. 鈥淚鈥檓 sitting next to MJ. It鈥檚 a long flight and she鈥檚 my best friend, Peter.鈥
He ignored your interruption like no one had said anything, just forcing a smile your way and carrying on. 鈥淪econd, Venice is super famous for making things out of glass, so I鈥檓 gonna buy her a Black Dahlia necklace, because鈥斺
You interrupted again. 鈥淚t鈥檚 her favorite flower.鈥
He pursed his lips, growing irritated that you wouldn鈥檛 let him finish. You just smiled at him sheepishly, motioning for him to go on. 鈥溾楥ause, her favourite flowers the Black Dahlia, because of the murder.鈥
You nodded. 鈥淔our, when we go to Paris, I鈥檓 gonna take her to the top of the Eiffel tower, give her the necklace and then five, I鈥檓 gonna tell her how I feel.鈥
He ended his explanation of his plan with a mimicked mic drop, one that made you cringe in disgust. 鈥淭hat was too nerdy, don鈥檛 do that ever again.鈥
鈥淵eah. Noted.鈥 He pretended to write it down, pulling a strained burst of laughter from you. It wasn鈥檛 even funny, but the brunette was just so adorable. 鈥淪o, what d鈥檡ou think of the plan?鈥
鈥淧lan? What plan?鈥 Both of your eyes widened as MJ stopped in front of the table you were sitting at. Peter鈥檚 heart was practically in his throat and you were just smiling nervously at the girl. 鈥淧eter鈥檚 plan. He wants to get something from each country for his Aunt, to remember his visit.鈥
He was ever so grateful for your quick thinking, because he truly was sweating like he鈥檇 been caught in the most horrendous lie ever concocted. MJ seemed to question it for a second before she brushed it off. She knew Peter鈥檚 aunt was his only family, so she wasn鈥檛 going to question the whole thing.
鈥淥kay,鈥 she dragged out the last syllable. She didn鈥檛 get why you were being weird about it if that was all it was, but she was beyond your weirdness at this point. 鈥淎re you still okay to help me with my sketches?鈥
You perked up significantly in your seat, flashing her a smile. You had forgotten in your last art class you promised to be her muse for her latest drawings. She had flattered you when giving her reasonings for requiring your help and your help only, telling you it was because you were much prettier to look at for so long than any of her other friends. It made your heart flutter and had you flustered for a solid few hours after the conversation.
You stood up from your chair and grabbed your backpack. 鈥淥f course.鈥
She headed back to the table where her stuff was, making sure the seats were in the correct position for her to sketch your features. It gave you time to say a final thing to the Parker boy who was nervously biting at his nails the harder he thought about his plan to woo the beautiful brunette.
鈥淚f I鈥檓 being honest Pete, I think it鈥檚 a good plan. I just don鈥檛 think MJs right for you.鈥 You walked away before he could say anything else, but the confusion written across his expression said everything you needed to know. He was going to go through with the plan.
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You were nervous to board the plane. Now that you knew Peter wanted to sit with MJ, you weren鈥檛 sure what to do. The original plan was you and your best friend were going to sit together and would probably watch a couple movies or something, but now you weren鈥檛 sure if the right thing to do would be to offer up your seat to Peter.
鈥淗ey Parker,鈥 you heard Flash call. 鈥淭his is called an airplane, it鈥檚 like the buses you're used to except it flies over the poor neighborhoods instead of driving through them.鈥 He had a cocky grin on his face as he held a glass of champagne, only making you want to punch him all the more.
鈥溾楽cuse me, maam,鈥 MJ said. The hostess passing by the teen boy turned around, flashing a sweet smile at the girl. 鈥淗e鈥檚 sixteen, not twenty-one. His ID鈥檚 fake.鈥
The woman was more than happy to take the alcoholic drink from the boy after learning that information, Flash protesting and running after her. You and MJ just giggled, shuffling through the aisle with your luggage to find your seats.
You were going to take the middle seat, allowing MJ to sit beside you if she wanted to. If Peter had an issue with that then he could take it up with her. But considering he had already picked a seat besides Ned a few rows down from you, he didn鈥檛 seem that interested.
She did in fact take the seat beside you, Peter shooting you a confused look from where he was sitting when he caught sight of what was happening. You just shrugged.
鈥淥kay, miss Y/L/N,鈥 she announced, finally settling beside you after putting her stuff away with a proud grin on her face. You eyed her in a sideways glance nervously, not liking the formality she greeted you with. 鈥淲hat鈥檙e you up to, M?鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 a nine hour flight, and I vaguely recall you accidentally spilling something about a crush.鈥 Your eyes widened, chuckling nervously. You shook your head, shrugging your shoulders as you suddenly grew all flustered and uncomfortable. 鈥淲e aren鈥檛 going to talk about that.鈥
She frowned, resting her elbow on the arm rest between your seats. Her chin was then rested in her hand, her eyes narrowing playfully as though she was silently urging you to spill everything. And there was a strong chance it would鈥檝e worked with how entrancing those puppy brown eyes were, if only it wouldn鈥檛 have been so incriminating to reveal your crush. 鈥淏ut, I鈥檓 your best friend.鈥
鈥淎nd I love you, but I鈥檇 rather keep this one to myself.鈥 You leaned forward so your foreheads were touching, grinning at her innocently to try and make her smile. It eventually worked, but she still rolled her eyes at you as she gave in. You may not want to tell her now but she wasn鈥檛 completely going to let it go, she was going to find out who this mysterious person was. Even if she had to bring in reinforcements to help her figure it out.
The two of you were pulled out of your little bubble when you heard the slight commotion being caused by your teachers. Someone was saying something about Peter and suddenly everyone鈥檚 seats were being switched out. The brunette boy tried to give you a not-so-subtle look more than once that silently asked you to switch seats with him, but Mr Harrington beat you to it and was already moving Peter to sit with him.
You and MJ were still together, just sitting in Ned and Peter鈥檚 old seats instead, while Ned sat with Betty. 鈥淲hat d鈥檡ou say to a movie?鈥
鈥淢ovie sounds good, M.鈥 Little did you know Peter was glaring at you the entire time he watched you interact. He just wished that was him and he thought after he told you his plan, despite your issues with it, that you would be happy to offer up your space next to the girl for him. He wasn鈥檛 necessarily angry at you, but he was slightly irritated.
Each laugh she let out, each muttered piece of commentary that was probably hilarious, could鈥檝e been him. He felt his irritation growing the more he thought it could鈥檝e been him. He hated the fact that it wasn鈥檛; especially when the movie finished and the two of you decided to take a nap instead of putting on another one. Her head was resting on your shoulder, much like Mr Harrington was doing to Peter, yours on top of hers comfortably. Peter could only dream.
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Between you and MJ, you were the first to rouse from your nap. The atmosphere on the plane had grown significantly louder now that morning was approaching and the flight was close to landing; so much so that you didn鈥檛 actually understand how she was still sleeping so peacefully. But you supposed you could let her sleep a little longer.
When you glanced over at her from your seat you couldn鈥檛 help but smile. Her lips were parted slightly, a small trail of drool having left the corner of her mouth. Any other person would probably find it gross, but as her best friend you just knew it meant she was sleeping well. You were overjoyed that you could provide her with the comfort for her to do so.
Out of the corner of your eye you could feel another pair of eyes on you, letting your gaze trail from MJ across the plane to find the person in question. To no surprise it was Peter, glaring harshly at you now that you were finally awake.
The two of you communicated silently with your eyes from across the aisle. Peter was clearly frustrated that you hijacked his plan already, ruining the beginning of it even though it wasn鈥檛 really your fault. He thought you were doing it because you said the plan wasn鈥檛 a good idea, even though that wasn鈥檛 the case.
He was determined to make sure the following steps of the plan went successfully. By the end of this trip he could clearly see him and MJ dating and everything would be perfect. All he had to do was make sure you didn鈥檛 interfere anymore.
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The one with the really long flight | Peter鈥檚 girl
Summary: Peter clues you in on his plan to win over MJ, one that you think is terrible. He sets it in place and begins with the first step during your flight to Venice.
Word count - 1802
Warnings - none
A/n - the first of the ffh chapters!! sorry about how long this took, lol
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After Peter鈥檚 outburst those few weeks ago, he was quick to apologize like he always did. He just told you he was stressed and he鈥檇 been overthinking a lot about most things, and just like any disagreement with him, you were quick to forgive. So for the most part everything was back to normal with you both. Now you were just preparing for your trip to Europe.
All was going well until he told you about the plan he鈥檇 conjured. It earned him a furrowed brow, but he was more than happy to clarify that it was his plan to try and win MJ over and tell her he liked her.
You still didn鈥檛 understand much behind this sudden crush, nor did you agree with it, but obviously the last time you voiced your concerns didn鈥檛 go particularly well. So, you just planned on letting the plan go sour on its own, without your help.
鈥淪o, what鈥檚 your plan?鈥 you asked, cheek resting on the palm of your hand. You were supposed to be drawing for your art class, but apparently this required your attention more than your work.
鈥淥kay, first, I鈥檓 gonna sit next to MJ on the flight鈥斺 Your head snapped up, shaking no immediately after the words left his mouth. 鈥淚鈥檓 sitting next to MJ. It鈥檚 a long flight and she鈥檚 my best friend, Peter.鈥
He ignored your interruption like no one had said anything, just forcing a smile your way and carrying on. 鈥淪econd, Venice is super famous for making things out of glass, so I鈥檓 gonna buy her a Black Dahlia necklace, because鈥斺
You interrupted again. 鈥淚t鈥檚 her favorite flower.鈥
He pursed his lips, growing irritated that you wouldn鈥檛 let him finish. You just smiled at him sheepishly, motioning for him to go on. 鈥溾楥ause, her favourite flowers the Black Dahlia, because of the murder.鈥
You nodded. 鈥淔our, when we go to Paris, I鈥檓 gonna take her to the top of the Eiffel tower, give her the necklace and then five, I鈥檓 gonna tell her how I feel.鈥
He ended his explanation of his plan with a mimicked mic drop, one that made you cringe in disgust. 鈥淭hat was too nerdy, don鈥檛 do that ever again.鈥
鈥淵eah. Noted.鈥 He pretended to write it down, pulling a strained burst of laughter from you. It wasn鈥檛 even funny, but the brunette was just so adorable. 鈥淪o, what d鈥檡ou think of the plan?鈥
鈥淧lan? What plan?鈥 Both of your eyes widened as MJ stopped in front of the table you were sitting at. Peter鈥檚 heart was practically in his throat and you were just smiling nervously at the girl. 鈥淧eter鈥檚 plan. He wants to get something from each country for his Aunt, to remember his visit.鈥
He was ever so grateful for your quick thinking, because he truly was sweating like he鈥檇 been caught in the most horrendous lie ever concocted. MJ seemed to question it for a second before she brushed it off. She knew Peter鈥檚 aunt was his only family, so she wasn鈥檛 going to question the whole thing.
鈥淥kay,鈥 she dragged out the last syllable. She didn鈥檛 get why you were being weird about it if that was all it was, but she was beyond your weirdness at this point. 鈥淎re you still okay to help me with my sketches?鈥
You perked up significantly in your seat, flashing her a smile. You had forgotten in your last art class you promised to be her muse for her latest drawings. She had flattered you when giving her reasonings for requiring your help and your help only, telling you it was because you were much prettier to look at for so long than any of her other friends. It made your heart flutter and had you flustered for a solid few hours after the conversation.
You stood up from your chair and grabbed your backpack. 鈥淥f course.鈥
She headed back to the table where her stuff was, making sure the seats were in the correct position for her to sketch your features. It gave you time to say a final thing to the Parker boy who was nervously biting at his nails the harder he thought about his plan to woo the beautiful brunette.
鈥淚f I鈥檓 being honest Pete, I think it鈥檚 a good plan. I just don鈥檛 think MJs right for you.鈥 You walked away before he could say anything else, but the confusion written across his expression said everything you needed to know. He was going to go through with the plan.
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You were nervous to board the plane. Now that you knew Peter wanted to sit with MJ, you weren鈥檛 sure what to do. The original plan was you and your best friend were going to sit together and would probably watch a couple movies or something, but now you weren鈥檛 sure if the right thing to do would be to offer up your seat to Peter.
鈥淗ey Parker,鈥 you heard Flash call. 鈥淭his is called an airplane, it鈥檚 like the buses you're used to except it flies over the poor neighborhoods instead of driving through them.鈥 He had a cocky grin on his face as he held a glass of champagne, only making you want to punch him all the more.
鈥溾楽cuse me, maam,鈥 MJ said. The hostess passing by the teen boy turned around, flashing a sweet smile at the girl. 鈥淗e鈥檚 sixteen, not twenty-one. His ID鈥檚 fake.鈥
The woman was more than happy to take the alcoholic drink from the boy after learning that information, Flash protesting and running after her. You and MJ just giggled, shuffling through the aisle with your luggage to find your seats.
You were going to take the middle seat, allowing MJ to sit beside you if she wanted to. If Peter had an issue with that then he could take it up with her. But considering he had already picked a seat besides Ned a few rows down from you, he didn鈥檛 seem that interested.
She did in fact take the seat beside you, Peter shooting you a confused look from where he was sitting when he caught sight of what was happening. You just shrugged.
鈥淥kay, miss Y/L/N,鈥 she announced, finally settling beside you after putting her stuff away with a proud grin on her face. You eyed her in a sideways glance nervously, not liking the formality she greeted you with. 鈥淲hat鈥檙e you up to, M?鈥
鈥淚t鈥檚 a nine hour flight, and I vaguely recall you accidentally spilling something about a crush.鈥 Your eyes widened, chuckling nervously. You shook your head, shrugging your shoulders as you suddenly grew all flustered and uncomfortable. 鈥淲e aren鈥檛 going to talk about that.鈥
She frowned, resting her elbow on the arm rest between your seats. Her chin was then rested in her hand, her eyes narrowing playfully as though she was silently urging you to spill everything. And there was a strong chance it would鈥檝e worked with how entrancing those puppy brown eyes were, if only it wouldn鈥檛 have been so incriminating to reveal your crush. 鈥淏ut, I鈥檓 your best friend.鈥
鈥淎nd I love you, but I鈥檇 rather keep this one to myself.鈥 You leaned forward so your foreheads were touching, grinning at her innocently to try and make her smile. It eventually worked, but she still rolled her eyes at you as she gave in. You may not want to tell her now but she wasn鈥檛 completely going to let it go, she was going to find out who this mysterious person was. Even if she had to bring in reinforcements to help her figure it out.
The two of you were pulled out of your little bubble when you heard the slight commotion being caused by your teachers. Someone was saying something about Peter and suddenly everyone鈥檚 seats were being switched out. The brunette boy tried to give you a not-so-subtle look more than once that silently asked you to switch seats with him, but Mr Harrington beat you to it and was already moving Peter to sit with him.
You and MJ were still together, just sitting in Ned and Peter鈥檚 old seats instead, while Ned sat with Betty. 鈥淲hat d鈥檡ou say to a movie?鈥
鈥淢ovie sounds good, M.鈥 Little did you know Peter was glaring at you the entire time he watched you interact. He just wished that was him and he thought after he told you his plan, despite your issues with it, that you would be happy to offer up your space next to the girl for him. He wasn鈥檛 necessarily angry at you, but he was slightly irritated.
Each laugh she let out, each muttered piece of commentary that was probably hilarious, could鈥檝e been him. He felt his irritation growing the more he thought it could鈥檝e been him. He hated the fact that it wasn鈥檛; especially when the movie finished and the two of you decided to take a nap instead of putting on another one. Her head was resting on your shoulder, much like Mr Harrington was doing to Peter, yours on top of hers comfortably. Peter could only dream.
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Between you and MJ, you were the first to rouse from your nap. The atmosphere on the plane had grown significantly louder now that morning was approaching and the flight was close to landing; so much so that you didn鈥檛 actually understand how she was still sleeping so peacefully. But you supposed you could let her sleep a little longer.
When you glanced over at her from your seat you couldn鈥檛 help but smile. Her lips were parted slightly, a small trail of drool having left the corner of her mouth. Any other person would probably find it gross, but as her best friend you just knew it meant she was sleeping well. You were overjoyed that you could provide her with the comfort for her to do so.
Out of the corner of your eye you could feel another pair of eyes on you, letting your gaze trail from MJ across the plane to find the person in question. To no surprise it was Peter, glaring harshly at you now that you were finally awake.
The two of you communicated silently with your eyes from across the aisle. Peter was clearly frustrated that you hijacked his plan already, ruining the beginning of it even though it wasn鈥檛 really your fault. He thought you were doing it because you said the plan wasn鈥檛 a good idea, even though that wasn鈥檛 the case.
He was determined to make sure the following steps of the plan went successfully. By the end of this trip he could clearly see him and MJ dating and everything would be perfect. All he had to do was make sure you didn鈥檛 interfere anymore.
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