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shimmertrapped · 4 years

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I’ve Got You - Stiles Stilinski x Reader (6/?)

Summary: After being rescued from an unknown enemy, Y/N and Stiles grow closer whilst dealing with trauma and a lingering threat. (post-high school AU where Scott, Allison, Stiles, and Y/N are roommates)

Characters: Stiles x Argent!Cousin OC (Reader), Scott x Allison

Word Count: 2567

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The kiss was sweet and didn’t last too long, but when they broke apart, they remained close enough that Y/N could see the flecks in Stiles’ golden-brown eyes. He kept his hand on her neck, sending a shiver down her spine as his fingers brushed it.

Y/N bowed her head and let out a shaky, breathless laugh. “Wow.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

Y/N shot him a playful glare before breaking out into a smile again. She felt light enough that she could almost forget everything that had happened the last week, and everything that was still going on now. All that mattered was the boy in front of her who was somehow looking at her the way she had always wanted him to.

“So...” Y/N finally forced herself to say. “What now?”

“Good question,” Stiles said, looking up at the ceiling. “Not too sure how to proceed from here.”

“Yeah, we kind of skipped a few steps,” Y/N agreed. “Awkward first date, all that jazz...”

Stiles raised a brow in challenge. “We could still have an awkward first date.”

Y/N glanced away from him then, suddenly jerked back to reality. Because yes, she only almost forgotten what she had gone through this week. The thought of leaving the house, knowing that he was still out there somewhere...

Stiles, seeming to sense exactly what thoughts were running through her head, rushed to say, “But we don’t have to go anywhere.”

Y/N gave him a quizzical look.

Stiles held up a finger, then turned his head and cleared his throat, tugging at his shirt collar. When he looked back, his face bore an exaggeratedly nervous expression. “Y/N, would you, uh, like to order Chinese take-out with me sometime?”

Y/N stared at him for a moment before bursting out laughing. She quickly composed herself to play along. “I would love to, Stiles. How about tonight?”

He pretended to think for a moment before saying, “Tonight’s great.”

“Perfect,” Y/N grinned. “It’s a date.”

“Aaah,” Stiles ran a hand through his hair, dropping the act. “See that’s why I like you. You’re just as much of a weirdo as I am.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, Stilinski.”

His eyes seemed to flicker at that.

“But like, we are actually going to order Chinese, right?” Y/N asked.

Stiles straightened, his face utterly serious. “Oh, definitely. What time is it anyway?”

Y/N glanced over at the clock on the oven. “Six thirty.”

“Oof. No wonder I’m so hungry,” Stiles said. “How about you?”

As if on cue, Y/N’s stomach growled.

Stiles laughed, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He quickly got to his feet and extended a veiny hand out to Y/N, which she took and allowed herself to be pulled up as well. Then Stiles turned around and opened up a drawer, rummaging through its contents before whipping out a faded menu that read ‘Willie’s Chinese’. He waggled his eyebrows at her, then laid the menu flat on the counter. Y/N moved to stand next to him, closer than she would have before. She could practically feel the heat coming off his body as she stared down at the menu.

“So... Egg rolls, obviously,” Stiles said, running his finger down the list of menu items. “Fried rice... Chicken balls?”

He looked to Y/N for confirmation. She nodded. “Sure.”

“What else?”

Y/N pursed her lips in thought before saying, “Something vegetable-y.”

“Vegetable-y, vegetable-y,” Stiles murmured, scanning the items on the faded pages. “Stir fried vegetables?”

“Perfect,” Y/N said.

“Okay... And maybe some general tao’s. That should be enough, right?”

“Think so.”

Stiles reached into his back pocket to pull out his phone, his eyes darting back and forth from the menu as he dialled the number for the restaurant.

Y/N realized then that she had never changed out of her clothes from yesterday.

“Mind if I go shower while we wait for the food?” She stage-whispered as Stiles held the phone to his ear.

“No problem,” he mouthed, before saying, “Yeah hi, I’d like to make an order for delivery?”

Y/N retreated from the kitchen and headed upstairs to the girls’ bathroom. As she washed her hands, she lifted her gaze to the mirror hanging above the sink. She had avoided her reflection since returning home yesterday, but finally, she steeled herself to take a look.

Her hair was lacking some of its usual lustre and her skin was sallow, but all in all, it was not as bad as she had braced herself for. And now, after the events of the past fifteen minutes, she looked... rejuvenated. Her face broke out into a huge grin then, and she allowed herself a moment to silently freak out about what had just happened.

After all this time, over half a year of secretly pining after Stiles, she had made a move. It wasn’t at all how she had always imagined doing it, but when she had seen him there on the floor, looking as broken as she felt, she couldn’t help but say the one thing that might be able to explain what she had done, to take away whatever guilt her story had placed upon him.

Getting those words out had been more difficult than recounting the details of her capture to the sheriff, and for those excruciating seconds where Stiles hadn’t said anything, she had regretted ever opening her mouth. But then he had told her how he felt, and... Y/N had never felt such absolute, overwhelming elation. Just reliving it now, she couldn’t wait to go back out and see his face, to simply be in his presence again.

She hastily threw her hair up in a bun, deciding to skip washing it, having just done so yesterday - she’d spray some dry shampoo on it after. Then, she hopped in the shower, going through her usual routine with a little more sense of normalcy than the day before in her zombie-like state.

When she was finished, she padded back into her room through the attaching door and opened her closet. What did one wear for a stay-at-home date?

She decided to opt for comfort, but tried to make it cute, picking out a plain white cami and throwing a nice, drapey cardigan over it. For bottoms, she just pulled on another pair of her favourite black leggings. Moving to her vanity, she saw to her hair, and then headed back downstairs where she found Stiles sitting on the couch with his phone. Evidently he had decided to shower too, his damp hair dripping onto a fresh, green plaid shirt.

He looked up when she entered the room. “Food should be here soon.”

Y/N shot him a thumbs up and went to curl up on the arm chair across from him. Stiles set his phone down and leaned back slightly. Y/N felt her face burn as he simply sat there looking at her.

She buried her head in her shoulder. “Stop staring at me.”

“I always stare at you,” Stiles said, and she could hear him grinning. “It never bothered you before.”

She whipped her head back up to shoot him a look. “How can that be? I thought I was always staring at you.”

Stiles shrugged, then whispered, “Mysteries of the universe...”

Y/N giggled and she thought she saw his eyes light up.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Stiles stood up to answer it and Y/N went to get her purse, attempting to pay for half but Stiles wouldn’t have it. Then together, they carried the food into the kitchen where Stiles had already set the table and poured two glasses of water.

“You had time to shower and set the table before I came back down?” Y/N asked. “Do I take that long?”

“Yes,” Stiles flashed a cheeky smile.

Y/N’s stomach did a flip.

She attempted to compose herself as they unpacked the food and sat down to load up their plates, Stiles heaping a pile of chicken fried rice onto his, Y/N taking mostly stir-fry, feeling the need to get some nutrients back in her body.

Y/N felt self-conscious as she bit into a particularly crunchy piece of broccoli, hoping it hadn’t sounded as loud to him as it did in her own head. They had eaten alone together just this morning but it felt different now, the air more charged. It was too quiet with nothing but the sound of their chewing.

Moving to take a sip of water, Y/N broke the silence. “Would you rather be able to read minds or stop time?”

“Oh, read minds, easy,” Stiles said, gulping down his food. “I could have saved us so much time trying to figure out who the alpha, or the kanima, or whatever other supernatural bullshit going on around here was.”

“Yeah, but wouldn’t it get annoying?” Y/N asked. “Constantly hearing all those thoughts buzzing around you?”

Stiles considered this. “Eh, you’d probably get used to it. How ‘bout you?”

“Stop time,” Y/N said. “But with the huge caveat that I wouldn’t age while time was stopped.”

Stiles raised an eyebrow, chewing as he waited for her to elaborate.

“Well, if I was always stopping time but my body was still aging, I could easily lose like, a year of my life in real time. And then when I started to look older, people would catch on to that and next thing I know, the government would be banging on my door, wanting to do testing on me.”

Stiles choked on a laugh. “You’ve given this a lot of thought.”

“I take hypotheticals very seriously.”

“Okay,” Stiles said, wiping his hands on a napkin before going to scrape more rice onto his plate. “Would you rather have hands for feet, or feet for hands?

They carried on like that for the duration of their meal. After they had finished and cleaned everything up, Y/N strolled over to the living room. She could hear Stiles following behind as she settled into the corner of the couch. Stiles sat down in the middle, a little closer than he would have before.

They were quiet for a moment, and then Stiles let out a laugh.

“What?” Y/N asked, both amused and intrigued.

“I just still can’t believe this,” he said, shaking his head. “All this time...”

Y/N bowed her head, smiling too. “I know.”

“Scott and Allison are going to freak.”

Oh they most certainly would. Especially Allison. Y/N had never quite divulged her feelings for Stiles to her, but she knew her cousin had been able to tell anyways.

“Allison’s going to want to go on double dates,” Y/N said.

“Yeah, now we won’t be the awkward third and fourth wheel when we all hang out.”

Y/N laughed. She looked over at Stiles then and caught him unsuccessfully trying to stifle a yawn. She frowned. “Tired?”

“Nah, I’m good,” he said, waving a hand. “I’m guessing you aren’t, after your nap earlier?”

“Yeah, not really,” Y/N admitted. “But you don’t have to stay up on my account if you want to go to bed.”

Stiles looked at her, his voice low as he said, “I don’t want to.”

Y/N blinked, her pulse speeding up as his eyes held hers. Her voice came out quiet too as she said, “Then what do you want to do?”

Stiles looked down then, and edged a little closer to her on the couch, their knees touching now. Impulsively, Y/N stretched out her fingertips to graze his knee. She heard Stiles swallow, and when they looked back up at each other, she knew the answer to her question. She removed her hand from his knee and lifted it to rest on his arm. Then, ever so gently, she tugged on his sleeve, pulling him closer to her as she leaned forward at the same time.

As their lips met, Stiles placed his arm over the back of the couch so her head was nestled comfortably in the crook of his elbow. Then, he reached his other hand to cup the back of her head, running his fingers through her long hair and down to settle on her waist. Y/N slid her own hand higher to wrap her arm around him.

Y/N felt electric. Their movements were perfectly in sync, as if they had been doing this forever. Though she didn't want to stop, they broke apart for air then, but barely moved away from each other. Stiles reached to tuck her hair behind Y/N’s ear before dropping his hand to rest lightly on her bare ankle.

And then the world tilted

She was back in the windowless room, the click of a shackle echoing off the walls as it locked around her ankle. She couldn't get enough air, she -

Y/N jerked away from Stiles, gasping and shaking.

"Y/N?”

His voice, high with alarm, sounded distant to her ears, but somewhat brought her back to reality. She was in their living room, on the couch, and Stiles -

She placed both hands on the back of her neck, panting. "Sorry. I don't know what just happened. "

"It's okay," Stiles said quickly, and she saw him reach for her before hesitating and changing his mind. "Was it something I did?”

Y/N shook her head, trying to clear it. "I just... I need some air."

"Okay," Stiles said, standing as she did.

She moved to the patio door in the kitchen and slid it open, gulping down the cool, night air, sensing Stiles slowly approach her from the side. After a few more deep inhales, Y/N closed the door once more and turned to press her back against it, sliding down to the floor.

And then, she couldn't help it. She started crying.

"Y/N," Stiles said, worry coating his voice.

Through her tears, she saw him drop to the ground next to her.

She felt Stiles place an arm around her tentatively, as if unsure whether it was the right thing to do in the situation. But when she leaned into him, pressing her cheek to his chest, he wrapped his other arm around her and cradled her to him.

"Shhh, it's okay," he said, his voice soft above her ear. "You're safe."

She allowed the warmth of his body and the sound of his steady heart beat lull her until she managed to stop the flow of tears. She sagged against him and let out a long breath. "I'm sorry. I don't know what that was."

He stroked her hair. "You went through a lot. I’d be more concerned if you weren’t feeling like this."

Y/N sniffed. "But I felt fine. More than fine. I don't know what brought it on."

Stiles rested his chin on the top of her head. "When you go through something traumatic, sometimes your body reacts to things against your control.”

"Well it sucks," Y/N said.

Stiles laughed quietly, the shaking of his shoulders jostling her. "I know. But it won't last forever. Let's call the therapist first thing tomorrow, okay?"

Y/N nodded, sniffling again. Then said, "I think maybe I should go lie down afterall."

"Alright, c'mon."

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the-sweetest-dragon · 4 years

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Things Can Only Get Better - Chapter Two

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Stiles Stilinksi x OC (Evangeline Monroe)

Word Count: 12k (I went buckwild)

Warnings: kidnapping, allusions to abuse, allusions to trauma, anxiety, Stiles being an idiot, blood, wounds, injuries

AN: I am still on my bullshit with this fandom and I don’t know when it will end. This is based on the last few episodes of season one with my own little spin on it

Tags: @nerdsarebetter @audder17 (READ MY STUFF YOU COWARD)

chapter one

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“If you live among wolves you have to act like a wolf.” - Nikita Khrushchev

The months after the party went by quickly. Not much happened. Well, a lot happened but just not to me. Everything had been quickly going downhill; Lydia, Stiles, Allison, Jackson, and Scott had gotten trapped in the school one night while the alpha roamed around and killed the janitor. Which had been one of many murders that had happened since we had been turned. A bus driver had been found, not quite dead but then later passed in the hospital. I did my best to stay out of it. Derek never approached me, thankfully. They eventually figured out that the alpha was Peter Hale, Derek’s uncle who had been horrifically burned in the fire six years ago. Which was terrifying to hear, but made since in the overarching scheme of things.

A few things went down in our social group as well. Allison and Scott broke up mid-semester for reasons unknown to me. I still sit with Scott and Stiles at lunch most days, mostly just to stay in the loop about what was going on. Jackson had (somehow) figured out what Scott and I were, but he wasn’t aware I was one too, thankfully. I could feel the tension between the two boys and ultimately decided it was best if I stayed out of it.

However, it was when I finally heard all the details of the breakup, that I decided to stop sitting with them at lunch and instead moved to sitting with just Allison. We were quickly joined by an apologetic Lydia who missed her friends. I ignored Scott as much as I could, which also meant ignoring Stiles. That hurt my heart a little, a small crush blossoming in the weeks we had spent together investigating the murders.

Stiles still texted me updates when he could and we talked in the halls. We no longer pretend to be dating, or whatever people thought we were doing. A week after Thanksgiving break, Isaac Lahey asked me to go to the winter formal with him and I, of course, said yes. No one else was going to ask me and Issac was cute, with curly blonde hair and blue eyes. He was also on the lacrosse team, though Lydia didn’t recognize the name. I had said yes before thinking about Stiles, but if I was being honest with myself, I didn’t think he really cared if I went at all. Which broke my heart a little, but I did my best to ignore it. He still had a huge crush on Lydia and I didn’t really want to mess around with that.

I tried to focus on Lydia more. She and Jackson had broken up not too long after Allison and Scott had split. Lydia seemed… heartbroken. Her sadness clung to her like a second skin and nearly made it impossible to sit near her. No one else seemed to notice, besides me and maybe Stiles, for obvious reasons. She had really loved Jackson, for whatever reason. I still don’t like the guy, especially after the shit he pulled trying to get the bite. He was reckless and didn’t listen to reason, two of my least favorite qualities.

One day, after a few weeks of refusing to speak to him, Scott stopped me in the hallway. The stench of desperation surrounded me, making me want to gag. I glared at him and he held his hands up in surrender.

“I just want to talk,” he said, his brown eyes pleading with me. At that moment I spotted Isaac’s blonde head over the crowd of people and I hurried towards it, Scott meeting me stride for stride. “I need you to get Allison’s necklace for me. We think it may have to do with the murders.” I stop in my tracks and turn a glare onto him.

“So you want me to steal from one of my best friends?” I practically growl at him. His eyes go wide, and I try to calm down. Scott was one of the few people who managed to really get under my skin, and I knew in that moment that my eyes had gone yellow. I collected myself, pushing the anger and panic down. “I am not stealing from her. If you want it, why don’t you ask for it? I won’t be your go between.” He stops following me and I quickly get to Issac’s side.

“Hey, whats up?” he asks quietly. I shake my head. Isaac is shockingly good at reading my emotions, and knowing when I don’t want to talk. He just nods, and wraps an arm around my shoulders. We walked to class in relative silence, only catching a few looks in the process.

Isaac wasn’t the most popular choice in friends, but he was kind. He had a rather bad home life, so in the few weeks we had been friends, he had been over at my house nearly every night. Partially to work on homework, but also to just get away. Mom instantly liked him, and Dad seemed to like him, as much as Dad liked any of my guy friends. I wasn’t sure if Isaac liked me in a romantic way but nothing with him was ever boring, and it felt… normal.

A week before the formal, Lydia took Allison and I shopping for dresses. It was her way of apologizing for everything. Not to mention that Allison is acting weird. We had figured out her family’s secret, that they were hunters. Allison didn’t seem to be clued in on that fact, but I had decided that being her friend was more important. She wouldn’t hurt me.

We walk into Macy’s, heading towards the escalator. We had been talking about formal plans, but I tuned them out fairly quickly. I tune back in when Allison turns towards Lydia with a triumphant smile.

“I’m going with Jackson,” Allison states. I blink a few times, confused as to why anyone would willingly spend time with that snake. Lydia’s face twists with shock and I feel a little bad for thinking such things. “He asked, and I said yes.” I shrug, not wanting to dig too deep into whatever was happening between them. Lydia looked almost mad, her face going red with anger. It was almost comical.

“Is this payback for making out with Scott?” she asks quietly. Allison just smiles and shakes her head, infuriating her more. “And who am I supposed to go with?” Once her question is asked, a familiar scent hits my nose. I groan internally.

“Him,” Allison says, pointing towards the scent I had smelled. Stiles. He leans to sniff something at the perfume counter and inevitably does something klutzy. I laugh softly, covering my mouth with my hand to keep the sound to myself. I turn to see Lydia’s eyes narrow and then turn to me. She raises an eyebrow in question and I just shrug, knowing that I had no claim on him. I push down the small, insecure part of me that is screaming to tell her no, it’s not okay. That pang of jealousy would have to be explored at a later point.

After Allison points him out, Stiles follows Lydia around like a lost puppy, holding her mountain of dresses for her and shooting off sarcastic comments that make me laugh. His eyes meet mine a few times, as if asking if this was going to be okay. I nod, refusing to let that feeling overtake me. We’re friends, I can handle this weird little crush that has been lingering.

We walk around for what feels like hours, Allison disappearing to take care of her car an hour into shopping. Lydia decides on a silver dress with a black ribbon around her waist and Allison decides on a ruffled silver number that really compliments her coloring. They both leaned very heavily on the ‘winter’ part of winter formal with those colors. I still couldn’t find a dress I liked that fit me well, until Stiles waves me over to a rack a few feet from where I am.

“Evie, come here! I think I found something,” he says, a big smile on his face. I hurry over to him, excited to see what he had found. He pulls out a deep green dress with an iridescent overlay on the skirt and bodice. It laces up in the back instead of having a zipper and has some boning in the front, to keep it stiff. I run my fingers over the fabric, a smile creeping its way onto my face. “Well, what do you think?” he asks, a nervous lilt in his voice.

“I love it.” He smiles, relieved and I quickly find my size and head towards the changing rooms. As soon as I slip the dress on, I know it’s the one. I struggle slightly with tying the ribbons in the back, but mange to get it tight enough that it won’t slip off me. Stepping in front of the mirror, I admire how it looks on me. The green makes my hair look more red, and compliments my dark eyes. I twirl, watching the skirt spin with me. It gives me fairy vibes and I’m absolutely in love with it.

I step out into the main area where everyone is waiting. Lydia insists on seeing all the dresses, to help us pick I guess. I hear a soft gasp when I walk out, and my eyes immediately go to Lydia, who has a grin on her face and a look of approval shining through. Allison is smiling, her dimples really coming through from the strength of it. Stiles’ eyes went wide when he sees me, an odd look coming onto his face.

“Wow! You look great!” he says. “Not that you don’t always look great! This is just… wow.” I laugh, a blush heating up my face. I ignore the butterflies in my stomach, trying to squish them before there’s a whole horde of them in there.

“Well, you picked it out. You have a good eye, for a guy,” I say with a grin. “So, this is a yes, right? Please let it be a yes, I don’t think I can handle anymore dress-trying-on.” Lydia laughs, the first I had heard in a long time.

“Yeah, that’s a definite yes. Isaac won’t know what hit him.” At the mention of Isaac, Stiles’ light eyes go dark with what I assume is jealousy, which makes my heart do flips. Maybe he does like me the way I like him. He hurries away, mostly to help Lydia put all the no’s on the return rack, but I can hear his heart beating faster than usual. Stiles avoids me the rest of the night, and I try not to worry about it, though his actions make me nervous.

We go out for a quick bite after we buy our dresses, Lydia insisting to buy both Allison and I’s. I argue slightly, until I see the price tag and know without a doubt that I don’t have that much money in my bank account. Us girls discuss hair and makeup ideas, while Stiles does his very best to not look bored. For his part, Lydia had made sure that he had a tux that would go well with her dress. I made a mental note to ask Isaac about his tux, though I wasn’t too concerned with matching. As long as it was black and white, it would look fine.

Lydia dropped Allison and I off, Stiles going home on his own. I hurry up to my room to put my dress in the closet. I had tried my best to decorate my room in a nice way. We had painted the walls a nice ivory color, nothing too bright. One wall was covered in false ivy and had an oversized chair in the corner, next to my bookshelves. Another wall held my bed, it’s warmth especially inviting after these past few hours of tedious shopping. The weather had started to turn chilly, though not nearly as cold as it had been in Kansas, which I was grateful for. My desk was pushed up to the window, so I could see out while doing homework. Books littered my desk, some for school and others for my own downtime.

I do my nightly routine, making sure to remove all makeup before heading to bed. There had been a night about a month ago where I had forgotten and woke up to a perfect imprint of my face on my white pillow. Needless to say, Mom was not very happy with me for that one. I slide into my warm bed, a feeling of comfort seeping into my bones.

I often have dreams, or rather, nightmares. My brain seems to think that I don’t worry enough while I’m awake, so it creates scenes in my brain to have me react to and become anxious upon waking. Lately, I have been having the same dream over and over again. I was in the woods, a gauzy white gown covering my otherwise nude body, as I ran between the trees. I wasn’t being chased, but I could feel someone following me. We were laughing in the dream, and at some point it felt like I had been tackled to the ground by this person but nothing hurt. I could feel them leave soft kisses on my exposed shoulders and I felt so completely comfortable. It didn’t make sense, and I had no clue who the person was but I found myself searching for them upon waking. The urge to find them was so strong it was almost painful.

Tonight is no different. As I fall asleep, the scent of the woods hits my nose immediately. The same dress covered my body, and I could almost see the person behind me before we started sprinting through the woods, my speed surprising me. I turn back to see the person, but they’re far behind me. I slow down so they can catch up and their scent hits me. Sweat, but something else, something… manly. Before I could place the smell, I was being tackled to the ground. This time though, I was facing the person and I felt a slight pain in my back, making me close my eyes in discomfort. A hand gently cups my face and his thumb gently caresses my cheek. I lean into the touch, savoring it before the dream melts away into darkness.

I wake slowly, wanting to stay in my dream as long as possible to gather any more clues about the person. The sun hasn’t even rose, and yet here I am, awake. I sigh, deciding that if I have to be awake, I might as well use the time efficiently. I take a long, hot shower, trying to get the scent of the man out of my nose. Everything about him felt so familiar and yet I couldn’t place it. Closing my eyes, I try to mentally put it in a folder to look at later; focusing on it now would do me no good. I take a few deep breaths and turn off the water, stepping out into the cool bathroom. Wrapping a towel around myself, I head back to my room. I flip on the light and pad to my closet when I hear a soft sound.

I turn slowly, spotting a man sitting in my desk chair. I freeze, much like a deer caught in headlights as the man stands.

“Hello, Evangeline.”

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I rub my eyes, yawning as I pull on my jersey. I hadn’t slept well last night, partially because of this recurring dream that left me feeling exhausted and partially because I didn’t fall asleep until very early in the morning. My phone buzzes relentlessly in my pocket, the buzzing catching the attention of both Scott and Coach, which is unfortunate for me.

“Stilinski! If you can’t shut that thing up, I’ll shut it up for you!” he yelled from across the locker room. I wince and fumble for it, nearly dropping it onto the hard concrete floor.

“Yes Coach,” I say back, ignoring the call. I sigh, putting the phone into my gym locker, not bothering to look at who had been calling me. Scott gives me a funny look before turning back to whatever Coach had been lecturing us about before I had rudely interrupted. I tuned him out most of the time, and this time was no different.

It was way too early to be having practice; the sun was barely up, but here we are, cold and running laps. Practice itself wouldn’t take that long, but it had gotten so cold this past week that no one really wanted to be out on the field. Everyone was sluggish, even Scott, who still looked like a kicked puppy about Allison going to the formal with Jackson. I still hadn’t figured out how Allison had talked Lydia into being my date but to say I was excited would have been an understatement. This was my one chance to show her how great a boyfriend I can be, and I’m not about to give that up.

Practice goes by quickly, the cold settling into our bones within a few minutes. After showering and dressing, I grab my phone from my locker, noticing that I had four missed calls. I scroll through the call log, realizing they were all from Evie and she only left one voicemail. I open it, my foot tapping against the floor, the only sign of my nervousness.

“Stiles, he found me…” a loud bang in the background and a yelp from Evie nearly sets me running. Her voice is low, barely there. “I… I don’t know where I am. It’s so dark… Stiles…” The voicemail is cut off there and I bring the phone in front of me in shock. Scott comes up beside me, his jaw set in anger. He lays a hand on my shoulder and looks at me dead in the eye.

“We’ll find her.” I nod, the situation still not quite making sense. He who? There were several contenders at this point. It could be Peter, or Derek, or Argent… There were too many people involved for anything to be clear. I take a deep, calming breath. “Do you have anything of hers that I can get a scent off of? Or do we need to raid her house?” I pause for a moment, trying to remember if she had ever left anything in the Jeep. I shake my head, coming up empty.

“No, but I think we may be able to get something from her locker.” Scott gives me a funny look and I explain quickly. “She never locks it, says that the combination takes too much time.” He nods and we head towards the hallway. I nearly walk past it and have to double back after I spot it. I open it, the pictures inside fluttering at the movement. Scott takes over from there, grabbing a sweater Evie had left in there. I refuse to focus too long on her smiling face, knowing that something very easily could have ruined that smiling face forever.

After taking the sweater out, we rush towards the Jeep, nearly crashing into Allison and Lydia in our hurry. Scott slides to a stop but I keep going, tumbling to the ground. I hiss at the pain in my knees and Scott helps pick me back up.

“Woah! Where are you going?” Allison yells after us. Neither Scott nor I stop to explain, too busy hurrying towards the Jeep to realize they were going to follow us. The two exchange a look and rush after us, their heels clicking against the floor. “Wait up!”

We made it to the Jeep in record time, me nearly running into the side window, because I was unable to slow down enough to not. The girls reach us as Scott hops into the car, leaving me to explain our rush to them.

“We got a call from Evie,” I say quietly. “She’s being held somewhere, we don’t know where.” Lydia’s eyes go huge, reminding me of an owl. Allison sets her jaw, and I can see her decision in her eyes. She reaches for the door and climbs silently into the car. I turn to Lydia, awkwardly wrapping an arm around her while quiet tears fall down her face. “We’re going to find her, okay? Everything will be ok.” I move her so we’re looking each other in the eyes, hers shining with anger now instead of tears.

“I want to go with you,” she says.

“Lydia, you need to-” she cuts me short with a curt laugh.

“She is my cousin! I will not stand by and let anything happen to her!” I wince at how loud her voice had gone, but the anger in her face makes me sigh. I reluctantly open the door for her and watch her climb into the back, a satisfied look on her face. Scott glares at me; I just shrug and get into the car. Lydia’s eyes narrow, catching sight of the sweater in Scott’s hands. “Why do you have her sweater?”

Scott and I exchange a look, as nervousness floods my body. I hadn’t thought about having to explain how we were going to find her. Scott tries to come up with a reason, but I know that it’ll never curb Lydia’s curiosity. The girl’s mind was a steel trap; she’d remember anything we told her and use it against us if anything happened out of the ordinary.

“Evie left it in the front seat one day after school,” I say quickly. That answer must have made enough sense to her, since she dropped it. I let out a breath of relief and started to drive. Scott rolls down his window under the disguise that it’s easier to see with it down. We drive for a long time, when Scott goes stiff. “What? What is it?”

“I… I think I see her.” I hit the brakes quickly, causing the girls to shout in surprise. I mumble a sorry but turn my attention to where Scott is looking. A small, pale figure is moving towards us quickly. She’s stumbling through the woods, the light making a halo around her head. “It’s definitely her.”

At that, we all hurry out of the car and I run towards her. There’s blood on her forehead, the cut already closing. Blood slips down her bare body from twin cuts along her ribs, a matching set visible on her thighs as well. She stumbles a few times when she spots us, trying to hurry while also looking over her shoulder. Lydia rushes forward, and I avert my eyes, trying not to stare at her nakedness.

Scott hands Allison the sweater and I dig a pair of athletic shorts out of my gym bag. Lydia does her best to clean off the blood with an extra shirt she found in the back of the Jeep. I make a mental note to replace these clothes and get better detergent to get the blood out. Evie is silent the entire time, only making soft sounds of pain if Lydia pushes too hard on her cuts. Her entire back is scratched up, a few deep cuts littered here and there. The sight of her blood makes me nauseous but I do my best to curb the urge to vomit or pass out. Allison and Lydia help her dress, making Scott and I turn around.

“We should take her to the hospital,” I say quietly to Scott. “Her wounds aren’t healing. They must have put wolfbane on the knives.” Scott shakes his head.

“Those are definitely from Peter. A wound from an alpha takes longer to heal,” he says. I make a face, unsure as to why he assumes that it was Peter. “He had to have done this, his scent is coating her like a second skin and the Argents don’t even know she exists.” I sigh, a headache beginning to form. I look over to the group of girls, watching as they hug, careful of Evie’s cuts and bruises. Relief washes over me and I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. She’s okay, she’s here and she’s not dead. That’s all I could have asked for.

Evie meets my gaze and gives me a small smile. I grin back at her, the situation lightening momentarily. We had found her, she was okay, and we had an idea of who took her. Then it hit me; we would have to explain this to her parents at some point. That would not be a fun conversation. She gestured us over, the smile lingering on her face. Evie pulls Scott into a hug, making him smile. He ruffles her hair slightly, getting her to laugh softly. Then, she turns to me.

“Thank you,” she says, her voice hoarse. I swallow, worry and relief warring inside me. She pulls me into a hug, her arms nearly crushing my ribs but I hug back just as fiercely.

“Don’t ever get kidnapped again.” She laughs, this time a real, full laugh. I smile, glad to know that this experience hadn’t ruined her spirit completely. Evie pats my chest after letting me out of her bone crushing hug and steps back into the safety of her friends.

“I’ll do my best not to get kidnapped again,” she says.

“So, do we need to go to the hospital or would you rather go home?” I ask. Her brown eyes go wide at the mention of a hospital and I mentally kick myself. Of course a hospital would be a bad idea. Her cuts would be healed in a matter of hours, making any stitches she got useless.

“Of course we’re going to the hospital! We just found her in the woods, naked and bleeding!” Lydia snaps, making me wince. Evie faces her cousin, a deep frown on her face. She points to the fully closed cut on her forehead, where it had been bleeding not two minutes ago.

“There’s no need for a hospital,” she says softly, taking a step towards Lydia and Allison. Allison, for her part, didn’t back away from Evie, though fear sparked in her eyes. Scott and I exchange a look, knowing that everything that Allison had been suspecting was now revealed to her. There were no more secrets left to tell, except maybe Evie’s.

“I don’t understand,” Allison starts. “You were bleeding, you had really deep cuts… and now they're just gone?” Making a so-so gesture with her hands, Evie nods, a look of compassion taking over her face. Her dark eyes have lost their usual shine and a weight has been placed on her shoulders. “What does that mean? What are you?” Evie glances at Scott, visibly tiring before our eyes. Scott nods, taking over explaining for Evie.

“Remember when you said that your family was hiding something from you?” A nod from Allison. “Well, we’re what they’re hiding from you. Evie and I are werewolves.” Lydia blinks a few times, then turns her attention to Evie.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asks quietly. Evie rubs her face, smearing blood and dirt across her cheek. A part of me itches to wipe it off her face, knowing that she would hate looking so filthy.

“I didn’t want you to worry about me, after everything I’ve put this family through the last thing I wanted to do was give you another reason to worry.” In that moment my heart breaks for Evie. I don’t know all the details, but I knew that whatever happened before she left Kansas had to have been bad if she didn’t even trust Lydia with her secrets. Lydia hugs Evie tight, tears streaming down her pale face.

“You don’t get to decide what will make me worry and what won’t. If anything happens to you, I should be the first to know,” she says, making Evie laugh as they broke from their hug. Allison holds up a hand.

“Hold on. Everyone is just okay with this? No one is concerned that there are supernatural beings in this town?” Everyone looks around, and I shrug.

“Honestly? I’ve been freaking out for the past three months. Werewolves are fucking scary man.” Scott glares at me and Evie raises an eyebrow. “Current company excluded of course,” I say. “I’m more worried about the other two, the ones that want Scott, and now Evie, to join their pack.” Evie nods, a bit of light returning to her eyes. “Derek isn’t so bad but Peter is absolutely insane.”

“I’m sorry, who?” Lydia asks.

“Derek and Peter Hale are also werewolves. Peter is the crazy alpha who has been killing people and attacking us since September. They want Scott and Evie to join their pack because “we’re stronger together”, but Scott said no and they didn’t know Evie existed until now. Not sure how they figured out where she was but now we have to be on guard all the time so no one gets kidnapped.” I let out a breath, winded from so much talking.

Lydia shakes her head, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing with the movement. Another thought pops into my mind but before I can voice it, Scott is ushering Evie into the Jeep, Lydia and Allison right behind her. I look over my shoulder quickly, seeing a dark mass quickly approaching from the woods and get into the Jeep as well, hoping it starts on the first try. I rev the engine, once, twice, three times before it finally kicks over and we’re barreling down the road towards Evie’s house.

“He knows where I live!” she reminds me from the backseat.

“Well, where the hell am I supposed to go?!” I bark back, immediately regretting it when I see her eyes go yellow in the rearview mirror. “I’m sorry!” They’re quickly gone, but I know I’ve hurt her feelings. Scott looks over at me, a confused look on his face.

“Head towards the vet clinic,” he says calmly. Why is he so calm? Wish I could be calm with a lunatic wolfman following us. I nod, turning the car sharply onto the correct road.

We’re at the vet clinic in record time, though I’m pretty sure that I broke several traffic laws in doing so. The dark figure is quickly gaining on us. Scott and I usher the girls inside before entering ourselves, locking the door behind us.

“Anyone want to tell me why we’re in a vet clinic?” Lydia whispers.

“The whole building is made of mountain ash,” says a voice from behind us, making both Evie and I jump.

“You can’t just sneak up on us like that!” I whisper yell. Deaton, Scott’s boss, stands behind the counter, a serious look on his face. He pushes us behind the counter and into an examination room before locking that door as well.

We all hide in various spots as we listen to Peter talk to Deaton, or rather threaten him. Evie, somehow, has ended up pressed into my side, her warmth chasing away any chill that was left over from being outside. Scott eyes us from the other side of the room, a small frown on his face. Allison is pressed against the examination table, Lydia squished in next to her. We hear the front door slam and we all let out a collective breath. Evie scoots away from me, and I almost immediately miss her warmth. It’s freezing in here; Deaton must not have switched over his air conditioning yet.

“You can all come out now,” Deaton calls out. I hear the lock turn and pop up, everyone else slowly getting to their feet. We all make our way out into the main lobby, where Deaton is waiting. He scans Evie, as if he can see the cuts and bruises her clothing is covering. “You need some medical attention. May I see?” he asks. Evie nods and they step back into the examination room, Lydia joining them after a few moments.

Scott, Allison, and I wait outside. I pace around while they have a quiet conversation about whatever it is that they usually talk about, my brain not catching onto any words they’re saying. After what felt like hours, the trio emerges from the examination room. Evie looks freshly showered and I briefly entertain that idea of Deaton washing her like a dog in one of the sinks. She’s small, she’d be able to fit.

Scott and Allison stand, the latter rushing to help Evie back to the car. Any energy Evie had before was completely sapped by the time she made it back to the Jeep. Scott lifts her into the back seat, settling her between Lydia and Allison while I race to the drivers side. I take her back to her house, leaving Lydia with her. Allison, Scott, and I all go back to school, the day weighing heavily on our minds. Allison and Lydia know now, and there was no going back from that.

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I slept for what felt like days, dreamless and deeply. A warm body is pressed against me the entire time I’m asleep and I can hear soft music coming from somewhere. I curl into the warmth, still freezing from my jaunt in the woods and being naked in the old Hale house. I feel fingers rake gently through my hair, detangling it and removing any leftover sticks that my dip into the sink didn’t catch. I sigh, awake now but not wanting to open my eyes.

“Stiles…” I say softly. The hand stops and I open an eye to see Lydia sitting beside me, definitely not Stiles. Refusing to feel embarrassed, I meet her stare. She rolls her eyes and smiles.

“I knew you had a thing for him. You should see the way you look at him,” she says with a smirk. I huff, pulling myself up with a soft groan of pain. The bruises would last for a few hours, but everything else had basically healed. I was beyond grateful for Deaton’s help, but I didn’t appreciate being bathed like a dog in the sink. I mentally put that on my list of top ten most embarrassing moments.

“I don’t have a thing for him.” Lydia just smiles, making me sigh. “Okay, maybe I have a small crush on him. You can’t say anything to him,” I plead, hands clasped. She taps her chin, making my anxiety levels rise quickly, before smiling.

“I won’t say anything.” I let out a breath, not realizing that I had been holding one. “But, you’ll have to tell him eventually.” I shake my head.

“No, by the time he even has an inkling of it I’ll be over it. I don’t need a boyfriend.” Lydia stares at me, searching my face. Her eyes narrow, a suspicious gleam in the green depths of them. Suddenly they go wide with a realization.

“You’re afraid,” she says, breathless at the realization. I hang my head, refusing to make eye contact with her.

“He deserves better.” Lydia shakes her head but I continue. “What happens if I have another anxiety attack like I did last winter? What if he finds out why I was in the hospital? I don’t think I can take the look on his face if he were to find out, Lydia.” She sighs, a soft sound that nearly sets me crying. I had put my family through so much, I couldn’t do that to another person I cared about. No one deserved that kind of pain.

“What happened wasn’t your fault Evie. Bad things happen to good people, and we have to decide how to react. I admit that several of us reacted badly in the moment,” she shot a glare towards where I assume my parents may be. They did not react that well, I will admit, but I hadn’t realized everyone else knew that as well. “But that has nothing to do with you and everything to do with the quality of our character.” She studies my face, gently wiping away a tear that had fallen without me noticing. “You deserve to be happy, Evie. Especially after everything you’ve been through.”

I curl into her, using the blanket to wipe the remaining tears from my face. We stay like that for some time, not talking but enjoying each other’s company. Lydia reads quietly while I doze off, until a loud knock resonates through the house. I hear Mom saying something, but I chose to not focus too hard on it. Lydia, however, straightens up, causing my head to fall to the bed. We watch the door, and I cringe at the sound of multiple pairs of feet coming up the stairs.

Stiles is the first to burst into my room, out of breath and flannel flying out behind him like a cape. Scott and Allison are close behind him, though they enter much quieter. Lydia raises an eyebrow and stands up, stretching slightly. I turn my focus to Stiles, noticing that he had a rather large bouquet of flowers in his hands. I feel my cheeks start to burn and I glare at Lydia when I realize that the flowers are daisies, which are my absolute favorites. She just smiles at me and graciously takes them from Stiles before he can crush them anymore than he already has.

“Hi, we brought you your homework, well Allison did. I didn’t realize you were in a modern literature class, when did that become a thing and why didn’t anyone tell me? You guys are literally reading comic books.” I blink a few times, trying to keep up with his stream of speech. He spoke too quickly for my brain to handle. He smiles widely and gestures as he talks, going on about some comic book he had read a few weeks back. I tune him out and turn my attention to Scott.

“What’s going on?” I croak, my voice still not a hundred percent after screaming for so long. Peter did not have an easy time getting me to come with him, which prompted him to give me the wound on my forehead, effectively knocking me out. Scott and Allison exchange a look and Stiles finally goes quiet.

“Derek wants to talk to us. Both of us,” Scott says, his voice loud in the silent room. I narrow my eyes, considering his words.

“I don’t think he is in a position to demand anything from me. He did not help me today, and any respect or interest I had in this pack Peter is trying to create disappeared the moment he thought he could kidnap me and push me to submit to him.” I’m so angry I can feel my body shaking. Pain shoots up in my gums, signalling that I had changed. Scott raises his hands in surrender, knowing better than to fight me on this. Stiles comes closer, laying a single hand on my shoulder. Relief spreads through my body at his touch, making the fangs disappear within seconds. I don’t miss the look Scott gives me, but chose to ignore the question behind it.

“I agree with her. This Peter guy sounds like bad news and, frankly, I don’t like him at all,” Allison states. I crack a smile at that, happy she agrees with me despite not being included for so long. Lydia nods in agreement.

“The moment he took my cousin was the moment he was put on my shit list,” Lydia says. I laugh, a slightly broken sound. I clear my throat as Stiles gently squeezes my shoulder. I give him an appreciative smile, which he returns, before letting go of my shoulder. I miss it immediately but I refuse to let Lydia know how deep this crush goes by looking sad.

“You know where I stand on this Scott. And it seems like everyone kinda agrees with me,” he says. He leans towards us. “Thanks for that, by the way.” Scott just shakes his head, not seeming to upset with our verdict. I smile, glad that he agrees with us.

Everyone crowds onto my bed, Stiles dramatically flopping himself down next to me. Allison and Scott sit awkwardly on the foot of my bed while Lydia claims the small spot between Stiles and I.

“So, uh, not that I don’t love having you guys here, but is there a particular reason you’re all on my bed?” I ask, a frown making its way onto my face. I love my friends but Scott and Stiles smell like four day old gym shorts, and I really don’t want my sheets smelling like that.

“This is what is called group bonding,” Stiles points out, a grin plastered on his face. I raise an eyebrow, confused. “Well, I guess more like pack bonding, since neither you nor Scott want a piece of Peter’s fucked up one.” I laugh at that, shaking my head slightly.

“In all seriousness, we do need some sort of plan,” Allison states. “My family is still keeping things from me and I still haven’t heard the entire story of how all of this happened.”

Scott and I exchange a look, mentally trying to decide who’s better equipped to tell her the whole story. I point at Scott and he sighs, knowing that he knows more about the situation than I do. He starts at the beginning, describing the night we were both bit and what transpired after that. I input where I think there needs to be more detail, much to Stiles amusement.

“So, basically a psycho murderer is trying to get you guys to be in his pack while my family actually hunts you?” We nod our heads. “And no one thought it was important for us to know this?” I shrug, knowing that I had wanted to tell both her and Lydia immediately but was shut down by Scott. He didn’t want to freak her out, but that ship has sailed. To her credit, she seemed to be handling it very well. I reach over and grab her hand, giving it a soft squeeze.

“I know this is a lot, but I’m glad you’re here.” We share a smile, Scott looking confused as usual. I pat his knee, a slight smile still on my face. Scott may be cute but his head is totally empty. No thoughts.

We hang out for a while, just enjoying each other’s company after a very crazy semester. Lydia and Allison exchange plans for the dance, Scott complains about not being able to go, Stiles continues on his rant about comic books, and I try to keep up. We order a pizza and watch a movie, really just being normal for one night. One by one my friends start to leave, starting with Lydia. Allison is next to go and then Scott, leaving me and Stiles alone in my room. He stretches out on my bed, one arm under his head and looking completely at ease. I give him a confused look, earning me a laugh and the shake of his head.

“We agreed that until Peter is taken care of, we won’t leave you on your own.” I snort, waving a dismissive hand at him. “Hey, I can hold my own!” I outright laugh; the thought of Stiles protecting me from Peter is actually hilarious. A plan starts forming in the back of my head; I can prove that he can’t beat Peter rather easily. I stop laughing and put on a serious face. “What are you doing?” he asks rather loudly. I tilt my head at the question.

“I’m not doing anything,” I say innocently. I stand, going to my dresser to get different clothes, since I had been in the same sweater and gym shorts since arriving home. I hear Stiles get up to get his homework and that’s when I strike, moving quicker than he could process to pin him to the wall. My hands barely circle around his wrists but I keep him securely against the wall by using my newly acquired strength, my body pressed against his. I watch him swallow, a nervous look on his face and he won’t make eye contact with me. Odd. I raise an eyebrow.

“Pinned ya.” He laughs, some tension leaving his body. “Honestly though, I don’t think you’d hold up long against Peter. You can barely hold your own against me, and I’m much smaller.” I give him a triumphant smile, totally aware of my win. He takes a deep breath and I’m suddenly aware of how close we are to each other.

Against my better judgement, I lean in slightly, taking in a lungful of his scent. He smelled like the woods and gasoline and old books. His heart beats quickly, almost too quickly for what little activity we had done. I allow myself to just look at him, my eyes tracing his face and I let myself be amazed by the pattern of moles that litter his face. I rarely let myself focus too long on his face, afraid of what I may find in his eyes. Going on my tiptoes, I let go of one wrist to cup his cheek, brushing my thumb against his cheekbone. Stiles’ eyes close, a sigh emitting from deep in his chest. He wraps one arm around me, a half hug that forces me to lower my hand. I allow him to escape completely from my hold so he can wrap the other arm around me.

“Evie,” he whispers. I shake my head, knowing that whatever he’s about to say can wait. For right now, I just want to be held. As I lay my head on his chest, the music that had been playing for most of the day switching to something slow. Stiles starts to sway, in that awkward way boys do when you’re supposed to slow dance. His chin rests on the top of my head and we stay like that for a long time. Eventually, the music changes and we pull away, his eyes opening when my hand cups his cheek again.

I search his expression, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he feels even a kernel of what I feel. Desperately, I search but come up with nothing. Stiles’ face gives no inclination that what just happened was meaningful in any way, shape or form. I pull myself farther away, the beginnings of tears in my eyes. He reaches for me, but I slip out of his grasp. Gathering my courage, I put on a happy face when I turn to him.

“I appreciate the thought, but I think I can take care of myself.” Stiles frowns, not understanding my change in emotion.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel unsafe.” I wave my hand, dismissing his worry with a smile on my face. On the inside, I’m screaming at him to leave and to never come near me again. But I can’t do that. Even though it’s torture, I would much rather have him close to me than to be separated.

“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry,” I say with a bright smile. He nods, packing up his stuff before finally leaving. I fall onto my bed, desperately trying to keep the tears in. No boy is worth crying over, I harshly remind myself. But, a few tears slip from my eyes and once those are free, the rest come rushing out. Soon, I’m a blubbering, disgusting mess. The stress from today hits me all at once, dissolving me into more tears until I have no tears left.

I wipe at my eyes, curling into myself. I calm myself down enough to call Isaac, my hands shaking as I hit the call button next to his name. He answers on the fourth ring, sleep coating his voice.

“Hey what’s up?” I sigh, and he must hear something sad about it since he snaps immediately into action. “I can be at your house in fifteen, there’s definitely some place still open for a milkshake. Be ready.” I laugh softly, already feeling better.

“See you in fifteen,” I say before hanging up.

When Isaac says fifteen, he means it. By the time I had put on heavier clothes and shoes, he was waiting patiently outside, his dad’s car still running. I hurry outside, not bothering to tell my parents where I was headed. They trust Isaac, for whatever reason. He opens his arms and I rush into them, inhaling the smell of freshly mowed grass and the citrus scent of his cologne. Issac holds me close and I feel the last of the tension in my body be released, everything melting away. We head towards the car, a small smile on his face.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing, you just look like shit,” he says with a smirk. I give him the bird, making him laugh. We both get into the car and I scrunch my nose up at the smell of it. His dad’s scent is everywhere and it kind of makes me want to vomit. It reeks of chlorine and dried blood. Isaac looks over at me, a grimace on his face. “I know it smells bad but I didn’t really wanna ride my bike all the way here.” At that I laugh, the smell forgotten.

The drive to the nearest diner doesn’t take long and we talk the entire time, the chatter keeping me together. Once inside, Isaac orders us milkshakes (mine chocolate and his strawberry because he’s an odd man) and we sit in our regular booth, three from the front door. While we wait, we talk about school and our plans for the dance. Everything with Isaac is so easy and simple. We never run out of things to talk about and he doesn’t seem to mind that I don’t tell all of every story. He does the same, so it’s hard to be a hypocrite with that sort of thing.

Seeking comfort, I reach across the table and grab his hand. Without thinking, he immediately starts gently rubbing circles on my hand with his thumb, a familiar action between us. And to think, a few months ago I was worried about making friends. I sigh, balancing my head on my other hand. Something has to be done about my crush on Stiles, but what? He’s obviously not into me the way I’m into him. Then, I remember how he reacted when Lydia brought up Isaac yesterday in the mall. His face held an intense amount of jealousy, something I had never seen him wear around Lydia and Jackson. A plan starts to form in my head, something I’m not sure will work but I’m willing to try. Things couldn’t get worse.

“I have a question for you,” I say as the waitress sets our milkshakes down in front of us.

“Shoot,” he says, letting go of my hand to put a straw in his shake. I gather my courage, deciding that if he says no, it won’t be that big of a deal. I watch him tear the wrapper off the straw, taking a deep drink of his pink monstrosity, and take a deep breath, deciding it’s now or never.

“Do you have feelings for me?” I blurt out. Isaac chokes on his shake, coughing slightly. I furrow my eyebrows and hand him a few napkins to clean himself up with. His shirt is covered in ice cream, which would usually set me laughing but I held it in, just to save him embarrassment. I’m such a good friend.

“I’m sorry what?” he asks once his coughing is under control. I play with a piece of my hair, suddenly worried about this very, very stupid plan of mine.

“Do you have feelings for me? Like, in a romantic sense?” Isaac narrows his eyes at me, a befuddled look on his face. If this wasn’t so serious, I may have laughed. “I’m being serious, Isaac. Do you have any sort of romantic feelings towards me? Yes or no?”

“Uh, no?” he says. I nod, somewhat pleased with his answer. I kind of figured he didn’t like me in that way, but it would definitely make the next part of my plan a little easier on the both of us.

“So, I have recently discovered that I have a…” I pause, searching for the right word to describe how I felt about Stiles. “Infatuation? Crush? I’m not sure.” Issac holds up a hand.

“It’s not on me is it? Because I see you as more of a sister…” I laugh, shaking my head. He sighs, relieved that I’m not into him in that way either.

“No, definitely not on you. I have a mild crush on Stiles.” He makes a face at me. “Yes, I know he loves Lydia but I have a plan.” I tell him all about our shopping trip and how when Lydia mentioned him, Stiles seemed to get jealous. I describe what happened before I called him and my plan of how to get Stiles to be interested in me.

“Hold on. You want to use me to make Stiles jealous?” he asks. I nod, confused as to what part of my plan he was confused about. “Stiles is jealous of me?” I nod slower this time. Isaac smiles, a proud look on his face. “Stiles is jealous of me.” I roll my eyes; boys.

“Yeah, don’t go getting a big head about it.” He laughs and I crack a smile. Isaac agrees to my ridiculous plan, after very little convincing may I add, and even adds his own take on things. I am impressed with his dedication to my half thought out plan and I know that anything Issac does will drive Stiles insane. We finish our shakes and head out, the smell of chlorine nearly suffocating me in the car once again. The drive home is filled with me bouncing in my seat and Issac singing along with the radio.

Once back at my house, Isaac walks me up to my front door and bids me good night. At this point it’s basically midnight and I’m exhausted. Just going up the stairs to my room takes a lot out of me, exhaustion hitting at the top of the stairs. I collapse onto my bed, still wearing the clothes I had borrowed from Stiles. My sleep is dreamless and deep, and I’m thankful for it.

The next morning, Isaac is there to pick me up, yet again with his dad’s car. I made sure to dress warm, in a black turtleneck and jeans, because the heater in the car did not work. Which is unfortunate for everyone involved, because the chlorine smell did not get pushed around and Isaac refused to put any of the windows down. I rush outside, hair still half wet from my shower and instantly regret not blow drying it. It wasn’t cold per say but the chilly wind definitely did not feel good blowing through my hair.

“Ready to make Stilinski jealous?” he says smiling. I nod, a grin settling on my face. Confidence settles into my bones and sets my face into a permanent smirk. Isaac has a matching one plastered onto his face and I know that this will work.

School goes fairly normally. Isaac and I get a few stares, most focusing on our linked hands and his arm slung casually around my waist. Things are going smoothly, almost too smoothly. We sit on our own at lunch, heads bent over our math homework, Isaac trying to help me figure out a few difficult equations. He sneaks a kiss on my cheek and I allow myself to blush, knowing he did it to sell it to my friends, who are gawking at us from across the lunch room. I look up from my book and meet Stiles stare, a smile on my face. He quickly looks away, embarrassment leaking from him. I turn towards Isaac, leaning into him a little.

“Do you think he’s buying it?” I whisper. Isaac nods, laughing quietly and dipping his head to look back down at his notebook. We eat quickly and start moving towards our next class when Lydia approaches us.

“Evie, I didn’t know you had it in you,” she says, a smirk on her face. Isaac pauses, making me stop as well.

“Have what in me?” I ask innocently. There’s a proud gleam in her eye as she leans towards me.

“You’re going to have him wrapped around your little finger before the month is over.” I laugh, blushing slightly. “Seriously. He can’t stop talking about how much he doesn’t like Isaac.” She turns towards the man in question. “You should probably watch your back though. I’ve heard lots of upset people today. Evie had more admirers than anyone thought.” With that, she flips her hair and walks off, leaving a confused Isaac in her wake.

“That answers my question then,” I say with a laugh. He just shakes his head and grabs my hand, ready to face more stares.

The rest of our day goes by quickly and Lydia insists that I attend lacrosse practice. The temp has dropped by then but I still feel comfortable in just my sweater. I had purchased a pair of glasses without a prescription to maintain my image, even though my eyesight had perfected itself after becoming a werewolf. My glasses had clouded up on several occasions while waiting for the boys to appear from the gym. Lydia wraps a blanket around herself, not used to the cool weather. I tease her relentlessly for it, but she maintains that it’s a necessary thing.

“Why are we here again? You aren’t dating Jackson anymore, doesn’t that let you off the hook for these things?” I ask, still confused as to why we’re here. She sighs, a puff of white air coming from her mouth.

“You should be here, as Isaac’s girlfriend. I’m just here to reinforce that idea and because I enjoy spending time with my cousin.” She turns her bright smile onto me. I sigh, knowing that she’s right. “Besides, these guys don’t really have a lot of support right now, especially since it’s so cold out. No one wants to come and watch when they could be at home.”

“You’re not wrong.” I turn fully towards her. I pause for a second before asking what’s been eating at me since lunch. “So, what has Stiles been saying?” She laughs, shaking her head and making me smile. Having a crush is kind of nice when you can share it with your friends.

“He doesn’t understand how Issac managed to land a girlfriend before him,” she says. I make a face, knowing that if he pulled his head out of his ass for a few minutes he’d be able to see that I was right in front of him. Lydia just nods, as if not understanding him either. “He’s so wrapped up in Isaac having a girlfriend that he hasn’t fully processed that you’re the girlfriend.” Lydia turns to me, a sly look on her face. “So, what happened last night? Stiles refuses to tell us why he left your house but something must have happened between you two for you to go to Issac for help.”

I sigh, deciding to tell her the full story. With every word she becomes more and more outraged at Stiles reaction. By the time I’m done, her face has gone completely red with anger. I have to hide my laugh behind my hand.

“HE’s an absolute idiot! Those were clear signs and he just ignored them!” she exclaims, gaining the attention of Coach, who turns to look at us. We just wave and he goes back to ordering the boys to do sprints. I sigh, upset again at what had transpired.

“He’s too in love with you to notice anyone else, unfortunately,” I say, sadness lacing my voice. Lydia narrows her eyes, clearly not aware of how Stiles looks at her. I huff; of course she doesn’t see it, she barely knew who he was before all of this. “He just doesn’t see me in that way.”

“Yet,” she says. “This plan of yours is going perfectly so far and I think that the winter formal is the perfect time to put the last nail in his coffin.” I tilt my head, confused by what she’s implying. “We are going to make you so hot that no boy will be able to resist you.” I laugh; should have seen that one coming. “Come on, let’s ditch this popsicle stand. I think it’s time for a bit of makeover.” She stands, pulling me with her. I wave at Isaac, blowing a kiss in his direction to really seal the deal. He waves back and I watch Stiles glare at him. Interesting.

Come to find out, ‘a bit of a makeover’ actually meant a complete makeover. She found the perfect dye to give my strawberry blonde hair a bit more punch to it, making it a more vibrant red shade. We went to a salon to have my eyebrows waxed and reshaped, as well as to get haircuts, Lydia deciding to do a bit of refreshing herself. Lydia led me around a few stores, picking out a few new outfits that I could wear this spring, or as she liked to call them ‘man catching clothes’. She insisted that they would drive Stiles crazy and who was I to deny her? Hell, we even got our nails done.

We dyed my hair in my bathroom, trying our best to not make a mess, which was a total fail. I’ll have red dye on my floor until I’m eighty. Lydia steals a bottle of wine from my parents liquor cabinet and we get a little wine drunk. At one point Lydia calls Allison and we all end up sprawled out on my floor, Dirty Dancing playing in the background.

“So, what’s Scott like in bed?” Lydia asks suddenly. I hit her with a pillow, directly in the face. “Hey!”

“Too soon Lyds!” I exclaim, while Allison laughs.

“No, no I can answer,” she says. We gossip like that for hours, sharing stories and just having fun with each other. No boys, no craziness, nothing to ruin our perfect day. Both decide to stay over, since it was Friday and I’m happy for the company. Keeps me from being sad about how my life has decided to go. We watch movies and just relax for once.

The next day is the winter formal and Lydia insists on helping Allison and I get ready. She curls my hair, pinning in places where I’ll forget there are pins and helping Allison apply a rather dramatic eyeshadow look. We all get dressed together, taking pictures as we go, making sure to document this happy time, especially since we don’t know when we’ll have a chance to feel normal again. The flash from the camera triggers my eyesight, making them glow in every picture but neither girl seems to notice or care.

The boys all pick us up at my house, where we make them wait in my living room while each one of us makes an entrance, at Lydia’s request. Allison goes first, with no reaction from Jackson, unsurprisingly. He’s such a piece of work. I bet I could take him in a fight. Break his fragile jaw in a single punch. The confidence those thoughts give me does not last. I go next, nervously smoothing out the fabric of my skirt and barely able to breathe thanks to Lydia pulling the corset strings exceedingly tight.

I make it down the stairs without tripping, thankfully. I hear an intake of breath and I look up from the stairs to see Stiles staring at me, open mouthed. Isaac glares at him, before turning a smile to me. I do my best to focus only on Isaac, smiling and spinning a little to show off the back. Hearing a soft gulp, I turn towards Stiles again, a smirk on my face, the confidence coming back almost immediately at his face.

“You’re drooling Stilinski,” Jackson states, making me laugh. The only time he will ever say something humorous. Stiles immediately snaps his mouth shut and steals glances at me everyone once in a while. Lydia descends rather quickly but he keeps looking at me. I do my best to ignore him, instead focusing on fixing Isaac’s tie.

After fixing his tie, I go on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek, leaving a near perfect impression of my lips there in the dark red lipstick Lydia had applied. I can feel Stiles’ stare on my back and can hear his heartbeat quicken. My parents snap a few pictures of all of us, everyone complaining about it.

We leave quickly after that, Stiles following us in his Jeep. The dance itself goes off without a hitch. Isaac and I dance, trying to ignore the fact that Stiles eventually gets Lydia to dance with him and the jealousy that comes with seeing her pressed so closely to him. I know she doesn’t like him, but it still hurts. Scott sneaks in at some point, dances with Danny, and then proclaims his love for Allison before they both disappear, presumably to go make out somewhere. Jackson also disappears mid-way through and doesn’t reappear. Not long after that, Lydia leaves to go find him with Stiles trailing after her like a lost puppy. I push aside my irritation at him to focus on helping my cousin find her awful ex.

“Hey, maybe we should go help Lydia find Jackson,” I yell over the music. Isaac nods, a grim look on his face, which does nothing to curb my approaching anxiety.

We make our way out of the school when a blood curdling scream comes from the practice field. Panic crawls up my spine; that was distinctly Lydia. Without a look towards Isaac, I start sprinting towards it, following the scent of fear and Chanel perfume that laces the air. I get there right as Stiles starts to leave with Peter, Lydia’s body bleeding profusely from multiple wounds. I stop, partially not wanting Peter to see me, but also out of pure terror.

It takes them a few moments to leave completely, and I feel Isaac come up beside me, breathing heavily. Once they are completely out of sight and I can no longer hear Stiles’ heartbeat, I dart onto the field, Isaac close behind me. I kneel down next to my cousin and check her pulse, fighting back the terror I feel in my stomach. Peter did a real number on her; her dress is torn and blood is leaking steadily from a bite on her shoulder. There’s blood everywhere, streaked across her face and other shoulder. I have to listen very closely, but I can hear her heart beating. I let out a soft sob of relief at the noise.

I hear Jackson run up behind us; Stiles must have called him to come get her. Paying the boys no attention, I manage to lift Lydia off the ground, carrying her towards the school. A deadly calm settles over me, replacing the usual panic.

“Isaac, call my mom. Jackson, call 911.” Both nod at my directions, heading in opposite directions to make their calls. After he’s done, Jackson heads towards where I’m standing with Lydia and tries to take her from my arms. “I’ve got it handled,” I growl at him, flashing my eyes. He takes several steps back, a look of terror on his face.

Isaac pays no attention to us, having a very heated discussion with my mom that I do my best to tune out. I turn towards the school, walking slowly so as to not cause any more harm to Lydia’s already broken body.

It takes the ambulance ten minutes to reach the school and take my cousin from my arms. I ride in the back with her, since I was the only relative present at the time. I hold her hand the entire ride to the hospital, managing to keep my tears in check by listening to the rise and fall of her heartbeat. As they hurry her inside, I finally let myself fall apart, that calm disappearing entirely. The tears came quick and hot, ruining whatever makeup was still left on my face. A nurse led me to an empty waiting room, got me a bottle of water and a chocolate bar, and just sat with me until my tears stopped.

“Lydia is a strong girl, I know she’ll be okay,” she said. I nod, wondering how she knows Lydia. She must see the confusion on my face because she adds, “I’m Melissa McCall, Scott’s mom. You’re Evie right? He talks about you all the time. You and Stiles are the main reasons he’s not failing more classes.” I feel my face go hot; Scott was the last person I expected to actually enjoy my company. She smiles and hands me a tissue from her scrubs pocket. “Here.” I take it, loudly blowing my nose and wiping my eyes, feeling much less panicked about the whole ordeal.

“Thank you,” I say quietly. She wraps an arm around me, pulling me into an awkward sitting hug. Melissa lets me go after a few moments, clearing her throat.

“I have some extra clothes if you want to change out of your dress.” I look down and nearly vomit at the sight of my ruined dress. Lydia’s blood had dried in the fabric, the bodice was covered in it. How I hadn’t noticed before now was astounding. I nod and Melissa takes me to a locker room in the basement of the hospital. She digs out a pair of clean scrubs and hands them to me. “There’s a shower around the corner if you’d like to freshen up. I have a feeling it might be awhile before anyone is allowed to see her.”

“What about my dress?” I ask, picking at the material of the skirt. I would be sad if we had to discard it; it really had been the perfect dress. Melissa taps her chin a few times, thinking.

“Let me see what I can do,” she says with a smile. I nod and head towards the shower, peeling the blood soaked dress off and laying it gingerly on a nearby bench for Melissa to collect while I washed myself off.

I struggle with the faucet for a few moments, not understanding which way to turn it to get the hot water flowing. Once I got it figured out, I spent several minutes just standing under it, letting the hot water relax my tense muscles. I do my best to not let the events of the evening replay, to just focus on right now. I scrub off the dried blood that leaked through my dress and try to forget about how it got there and who it belonged to. My mind wanders as I gently wash my face free of any traces of makeup and turn off the water to see that Melissa had taken my dress and replaced it with a clean towel. I gratefully dry myself off and dress in the scrubs she had given me.

I emerge from the locker room more tired than I had been when I went in. I take the elevator up to where the waiting room is, barefooted and holding my heels in my hand. Leaning against the back wall of the elevator, I watch the numbers rise as it passes each floor, the soft bell noise calming my frayed nerves. When the doors open, I pull myself away from the wall and exit. Turning the corner into the waiting room, the yelling match happening finally hits my ears, making me wince, immediately recognizing the voices as my aunt and uncle. Lydia’s mom and dad argue all the time, and, despite their daughter being in the hospital, this is no different. They scream about who’s fault it is, who’s going to pay the hospital bills, where she’s going to go after she’s let out, everything that didn’t matter right now.

I sigh and collapse into a chair as far away from them as I could. They had divorced a few years back, to no one’s surprise. Lydia’s mom, my aunt, is kind and loves Lydia with her whole heart, but marriage had never sat well with her. She wasn’t domestic and Lydia’s dad hated that. They fought all the time, to the point that even Lydia could see the cracks in their relationship before their separation was even announced. I don’t think she ever processed it thoroughly.

Eventually they quieted down and I heard her dad leave, slamming the door as he went. My aunt collapsed down next to me and I turned my tired eyes towards her. She looks a lot like my mom, though Mom has fewer worry lines around her emerald eyes. Natalie had aged well but she looked tired, it was evident in her eyes.

“Thank you for…” she pauses, swallowing. Her eyes go glossy with tears. “For everything. I don’t know what I would have done if she had… if she had died.” I nod, lacing my fingers with her own and squeezing. She squeezes back and wipes her eyes with her other hand.

“She’s going to be okay,” I whisper. She nods, though neither of us are sure of anything anymore. Natalie nods again, relaxing further into the chair and closing her eyes. I do the same, hoping that maybe sleep will find us and grant us an escape from the mess we are in.

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #dylan o'brien #new oc #werewolf #things can only get better #teen wolf season one #this took so long #and it kinda sucks but whatever

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A Cinderella Story - V

The end! I hope you all enjoyed the fruits of my Disney-loving ramblings!

Tags: @mindingmyownbusiness

Ella was nervous on her carriage ride to the castle. Her hands kept wringing and her heart was pounding. There was barely enough time for her to grab her bag with her father’s books that she had left packed from when she thought of running away.

“Don’t be nervous, dear. He’s so smitten with you it’s astonishing. I’ve never seen him so flustered,” Scott, Ella learned the steward’s name was, said to her in a comforting tone. She nodded appreciatively.

“Thank you… I’m quite taken with him, too,” Ella told him with blushed cheeks.

After a few minutes of silence and Ella completely lost in thought, the carriage arrived at the castle and Ella felt another jolt of adrenaline and butterflies swarm her stomach. Scott exited the carriage first and held his hand out to help Ella out of the carriage. She smiled at him and he bowed to her.

“Oh, goodness… Thank you,” Ella said with a small blush. The carriage left behind her and Ella and Scott walked up the steps that Ella had only been on once before. After a long hallway, Scott and Ella arrived at what she assumed was the throne room. Her nerves were beginning to show, she was sure, but Scott either didn’t notice or didn’t say anything as he opened the door and walked in.

“Your majesties, we have—” Scott began, but Stiles’ voice interrupted him.

“Ella!” Stiles said and rushed to her. Ella saw that he wore his formal attire that displayed his various achievements and his royal status. The crown he wore on his head was gold and sat on his messy brown hair perfectly.

Ella smiled and curtsied to him. “Your highness.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Please never call me that again…”

“Well, you are a prince…” Ella said with a shrug. Stiles pulled her hands in his and gave the tops of her fingers a gentle kiss and their eyes locked together. Ella couldn’t help but smile and hoped to never wake up from this dream.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to think any different of me,” Stiles said in a low voice.

“That’s okay. I understand why you did,” Ella said and the pair stood there for a moment smiling to each other and gazing helplessly into each other’s eyes.

Scott cleared his throat after a moment, which tore stiles’ gaze away from Ella.

“Oh, right! I’m so sorry. Ella, I’d like you to meet my parents,” Stiles said and gripped her hand and began to pull her towards a mon and a woman both dressed in elegant attire with crowns adorning their heads.

“Um, I’m not properly dressed to meet them, I… oh boy,” Ella protested, but Stiles had already begun introducing her with a child-like excitement.

“Mom, dad… This is Ella. She’s the girl I was telling you about and the one I was with for like five hours last night,” Stiles said.

Ella felt utterly embarrassed when the royals faced her. Their smiles were kind and Ella curtsied deeply.

“It’s truly an honor to meet you, your majesties,” Ella said with a bowed head.

Once she had stood back up, she was met with a hug from the queen.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ella. Our son has never looked so happy,” Queen Melissa said.

“It would mean a great deal if you’d join us for dinner tonight. Do you have family you could invite?” King Noah asked. Before Ella could respond, Scott stepped in.

“That’s a funny story, actually. We detained her stepmother for obstruction,” Scott said.

“Oh, goodness. I’m so sorry, dear,” Queen Melissa said and placed a comforting arm around Ella.

“Well, I do have my pixie friends… they’re the closest things I have to family. I suppose I could talk to my stepsisters…” Ella thought aloud. “Of course, I’d have to go back home for that.”

“I was thinking she could stay here… permanently, if you’d like, Ella,” Stiles said and turned to her.

Ella smiled and nodded. “That would be great… I don’t want to impose, though.”

“Nonsense! Your presence is more than welcome here, my dear,” King Noah said with a smile. “Scott, send a messenger to Ella’s house and invite her fairy friends and her stepsisters to dine with us tonight.”

Later that day, Ella was greeted by a maid named Kira who helped Ella try on a couple gowns that Queen Melissa had lent her.

“Oh wow…” Ella said at her reflection in the mirror.

“You look wonderful,” Kira smiled. Ella smiled back nervously.

“Thank you. Well, really thank you for everything, you’ve been so kind to me,” Ella said.

“Of course! If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ring,” Kira said and motioned to the wall where a small string sat.

Once Kira left Ella alone in the grand room, Ella took in her surroundings and sat on the bed. This had all happened so quickly, Ella felt like she was maybe going to get dizzy. She was happy and grateful, of course, but she couldn’t help but wonder what was to be expected of her now. She wanted to spend more time with Stiles, but she knew she had to get herself situated first, and Stiles said he had to plan a few things.

After a while of Ella relaxing and getting accustomed to her new wardrobe, she heard a knock at her door. She quickly went to answer it and saw Stiles standing before her with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. His eyes made quick work of taking her in and he let out a soft whistle.

“Wow… you look incredibly beautiful,” Stiles complimented. He handed her the beautiful arrangement of flowers and Ella let him into her room.

“Thank you, these flowers are lovely,” Ella commented and placed them in a vase that was sat by her bedside table. When she turned around, Stiles knelt on one knee and his lip was between his teeth.

“Ella, I know we’ve known each other less than a week, but… I feel like it’s been longer, and I’m really… I think I’m in love with you. I know it’s all so scary and new and I know that not everything will be easy… but with you, I feel like things are better. I choose you, Ella. For the rest of my life. Will you marry me..?” Stiles told her with a trembling voice. He presented a sapphire encrusted diamond ring to her in a small ring case.

Ella’s eyes overflowed with tears and she nodded her head. “Yes, I will marry you.”

Stiles smiled widely and let out a small laugh. He pulled her hands in his and placed the ring on her finger with ease. Ella looked up at him and their eyes met for a moment of joy. She watched Stiles swallow thickly and he leaned his head close to hers. Ella had never been shown such affection and her heart raced as his lips grew closer to hers. When they met, she kissed him gently and they shared a sweet and delicate moment. Ella knew that with Stiles, everything would end up okay.

Stiles held Ella’s hand as the guests arrived. In walked Ariel, Belle, Jasmine, Cindy, and Snow in their full human form that Ella had only seen twice before now.

“You guys look amazing!” Ella said to them and they each curtsied before the royals.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you all. Ella considers you family, and now that she’s one of ours, you’re welcome here at any time,” Noah said to them.

Next to enter was Malia and Allison who, despite having a rough day, looked elegant and smiled politely at Ella and curtsied respectfully.

“Hello, Ella. Congratulations on your engagement,” Allison said cordially.

Ella smiled at them. “Thank you. And thank you for coming tonight, I really wanted to talk to you both…”

“Of course,” Malia said sadly.

The food was brought in and the pixies made quick work of striking up conversation with Stiles.

“So, what’s your favorite thing about Ella?” Snow asked.

“Oh god,” Ella mumbled.

“Uh... haha. I think her smile is my favorite thing about her. So far anyway,” he responded, which earned a nod from Ella’s friends. Stiles then surprised the girls by asking, “What’s yours?”

Ariel laughed, “Oh, he’s good.”

The dinner went well and by the end of the meal, Melissa and Noah were laughing and joking with Ella’s family as if they were their own. Malia and Allison contributed to small talk almost exclusively, but laughed at the jokes as well. When it was time for the guests to leave, Ella bid her friends goodbye and watched them fly off.

“Ella..?” Malia’s small voice said from behind her. Stiles squeezed Ella’s hand and left the room to give the girls privacy.

“Yes?”

Allison produced a small leather-bound book from the satchel she carried and handed it to Ella.

“We found this today in moth—in Winifred’s room. It belonged to your mother. I don’t know why she kept it all of these years, but we figured you were its rightful owner,” Malia said slowly.

“And we know it’s not much, but… We’re sorry. What happened was unacceptable, and now that we’re grown, we can see where we could have done things differently and we’re sorry we didn’t,” Allison added.

Ella let her hands roam over the book and looked up at her stepsisters with teary eyes. “Thank you. This means so much to me. I know it wasn’t easy for you two either, and I forgive you. That’s why I invited you here tonight—I hope that we can start a new chapter together without any interference or fear.”

Malia and Allison smiled brightly.

“We’d like that very much,” Allison said.

“You always did have good ideas,” Malia added.

The three girls embraced in a long hug and despite their checkered past, Ella felt nothing hateful or angry towards them. She made sure that they would get an invite to the wedding and she wanted to keep in touch with them and hoped that Winifred would stay away for a long, long time.

The next week went by in a blur for Ella. It felt like she had to make the most important decision of her life every day—from the cake to the flowers, the orchestra and decorations—it all seemed like a life or death situation. But with Stiles by her side, she handled it well and when the day finally came, she could barely believe it.

“You need help with the corset, dear?” Cindy asked from the other side of the partition. Ella was getting ready for the ceremony and she knew that the dress she picked out was slightly complicated, but she loved it just the same. Her bridesmaids were, of course, her very best friends.

“Um, yes, actually! I didn’t think I would, but good lord these are picky little things when you try to tie them yourself,” Ella said.

Cindy giggled and helped tie her into her dress, then helped place the veil in her hair.

“You look gorgeous, Ella,” Cindy said once the outfit was complete.

“Let us see you, come on!” Jasmine urged. Cindy and Ella stepped out from behind the partition and the room was filled with gasps.

“Oh, you look wonderful! That was an excellent choice of dress,” Snow adored.

A knock at the door ended the moment and Ariel opened it to reveal King Noah standing in his formal attire.

“We’re ready when she is,” he said to Ariel. Ella took a deep breath and gripped her bouquet tightly. She thought about how Stiles was feeling and hoped that he was just as ready as she was to be married. Ella stepped up and smiled at her father-in-law-to-be.

“Stiles is going to be blown away,” he told her. The group walked through the halls and the processional began. After the last pair—Ariel and Scott—made their way down the aisle, the music stopped and Ella could hear the shuffling of the people in the audience of the cathedral standing up. The organ began to play and Ella took a deep breath as the doors opened for her and Noah to walk through. She looked around and saw many unfamiliar faces, but once she reached the middle of the aisle, her eyes met Malia and Allison’s, who were smiling widely. Ella smiled back at them, and let her eyes travel to where her beloved Prince waited for her. Ella’s eyes met with the familiar golden brown ones that she had fallen in love with and she felt any fears and nerves wash away. When there were just a few more steps for Noah and Ella to take, Stiles trotted down the steps and met them in the aisle.

“Couldn’t wait, huh?” Noah chuckled.

“Not my fault you walk too slow,” Stiles shrugged.

The ceremony went by in a blur as Ella’s attention was only on Stiles. When the officiant placed the tiara on Ella’s head, Stiles’ eyes widened and his smile grew. The rings and vows were exchanged, and as soon as the officiant gave Stiles permission, his lips were latched to Ella’s. His hands cupped her face and the audience clapped and cheered. Ella’s heart skipped a beat and Stiles smiled at her as their kiss broke.

“I love you, my princess,” Stiles whispered to Ella as they recessed down the aisle and out to the carriage to take them to their honeymoon.

“I love you, my prince,” Ella echoed once they were safely inside the carriage.

Stiles smiled widely at her and she beamed back at him. Their lips met once more in a passionate and loving kiss, and they lived happily ever after.

#stiles x oc #stiles stilinski

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Puppy Love

Summary: The reader’s dog wanders off and she finds him inside of a Jeep that belongs to her gorgeous new neighbor.

Pairing: cop!Stiles x Reader

Prompt: “Are you seriously interrogating me right now?”

“Murphy!”

You swear to god your dog is a ninja. He’s constantly sneaking off and getting his fluffy ass into trouble. He’s a 100lb German Shepherd and he’s worse than a little kid for Christ’s sake. You really should be able to keep track of him by now.

“Murphy! Come here, buddy!”

The beautiful beast is too smart for his own good. Murphy’s a troublemaker for sure, he always needs to know what’s happening at all times. You have a slight suspicion that he thinks he’s a police dog.

“Murphy! Playtime’s over. Let’s go!” You hear a quick bark and your eyes land on a familiar blue Jeep that’s always parked across the street from you. Oh shit.

Murphy is sprawled out on the black back seat of your neighbor Stiles’ pristine looking car. He’s new to the neighborhood so you don’t know him that well. You do know that he’s insanely good looking and that he really loves this Jeep. Wonderful. Your foolish dog is lounging inside of Stiles’ pride and joy.

You run across the street and immediately lean over into the backseat, you try to coax Murphy out but he’s being a stubborn fucker. You’re practically crawling across the seat to grab his collar, your ass is sticking up in the air and of course you’re wearing your pajamas. You’re pretty sure you look freaking ridiculous.

Next thing you know, someone is loudly clearing their throat and it makes you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment. You reluctantly spin around and there he is, the delicious man known as Stiles Stilinski. Wearing a tight grey Henley and ripped dark wash jeans with combat boots only laced up half way.

Damn does he look good.

You’re suddenly very aware that your pajama pants are covered in purple cats and that you have an over-sized Family Guy t-shirt on as well. Awesome.

Welcome to the neighborhood.

Stiles doesn’t even speak, his eyes just slowly rake over you before he focuses his attention back on the large intruder in his backseat. You snap out of your awkwardness (barely) and jump into a rushed explanation.

“I'm so sorry! Murphy likes to slip out of the house and explore without my knowledge. I came out and noticed that he climbed into your car. I’m trying to get him out now.” You finally take a breath, silently telling yourself to just relax for the love of god.

Stiles bends over a bit and watches as Murphy rests adorably in his backseat. A warm smile appears like he’s remembering a happy memory, “He seems pretty cool. I love Shepherds. I had one growing up named Bullet.” Stiles finishes with a chuckle and it makes you do the same.

“Besides it’s kinda my fault, I just ran inside to get some paper towels.” Your neighbor holds up the roll in his hand. “I left the doors open cause I’m cleaning out the Jeep.”

“This dog is just very nosy.” You add shyly. “Nothing looks ruined but I want to pay to get it detailed just in case.”

“No it’s ok, Y/N. I mean if this happened after I cleaned out my car then I would’ve reacted differently.” He glares playfully at you.

“Oh ok. Thanks for not freaking out.” You grin feeling relieved.

Stiles gives a quick nod then pats his leg as he calls Murphy’s name, the dog automatically jumps up and out of the car without any effort. “Seriously?” You laugh softly. “At least you listen to someone, Murphy.”

Stiles gestures to your cozy pajamas, “Having a lazy Sunday, huh?”

“It’s only like Noon, dude. Don’t judge. I was up late binge watching Shameless.” You mention slightly insecure.

With an amused expression Stiles pops the hood of his car, “No judgement here, Y/N. I’m just used to girls who won’t leave the house unless their hair and makeup is done.” He shrugs at you. That’s weird. He doesn’t seem like the type who’d want to deal with a high maintenance chick.

“Huh. Let me guess…they wear their makeup to bed too?” You giggle while Stiles tilts his head with a knowing smile.

“Are you speaking from experience, Y/N?” He says in a teasing voice.

“Who me? Nah…ok maybe.” You admit sheepishly. “I didn’t wear my makeup to bed though! I just always wanted to be made up when I left the house.”

Stiles hums and squints his eyes like he’s trying to figure you out. He’s too gorgeous. You almost feel like you shouldn’t be allowed to look directly at him.

The brown eyed ruiner closes the hood and all the doors on his car, now giving you his full attention, “So what changed?”

“Oh, that’s a story for another day.” You smirk at him.

“Well…” Stiles crouches down in front of Murphy and holds his face, “I think you and mom should join me for lunch. How does that sound, buddy?” He then glances up at you and you freeze. You feel heat rushing to your cheeks and you decide to just nod in response.

“Sweet. Do you like hot dogs? I was gonna grill some and I have pasta salad and corn on the cob too.”

A sexy man that cooks? Hell yeah. “Sure, sounds good. I’m gonna go change then I’ll be over.” You tell him already walking away.

“Make sure you bring Murphy!” Stiles shouts as you’re about to enter your house. Son of a bitch. He probably likes the dog more than you. That would be your luck.

You quickly change into faded jean shorts and a hot pink tank top, opting out of doing your hair and makeup. You decide that you don’t need to impress Stiles, even if he’s the hottest guy you’ve ever seen. After one last nervous check in the mirror, you grab Murphy and his favorite tennis ball then make your way back across the street.

Stiles’ front door flies open seconds after your hand hits the wood, it catches you off guard and it makes Murphy bark with excitement. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was anxiously waiting for your arrival.

The brown eyed stunner ushers you through his surprisingly homey living room and brings you into the kitchen. The smell of vanilla hits your senses as you move around his house and it thankfully calms your nerves a bit.

“Want a beer, Y/N? I have this new pumpkin ale stuff. I don’t know if it’s any good though.” Stiles asks opening his refrigerator.

You saunter over and peek your head in, “Oh! I’ve had that before. It’s pretty good.”

Stiles hands you one with a wink, “Here ya go, sweetheart.” He grins then moves towards the back door. “The pasta salad is done. I just need to grill the hot dogs and the corn on the cob.”

You and the pup follow your new neighbor outside into his backyard and you can’t keep your eyes off of his effortless swagger, every move the man makes is just sexy.

“Need any help?” You take a seat on the nearby patio and watch as he starts up the grill.

“Nope. Just sit there and look pretty, hun.” Stiles smirks your way. You roll your eyes but can’t stop yourself from smiling at the compliment.

“So I’ve only lived here for a few weeks, Y/N. Give me some dirt. The neighbors I’ve met so far seem nice but things are never what they seem.”

“Hm let’s see. Have you met Al yet? He lives a few doors down in the green house?” Stiles shakes his head no and waits for you to continue.

“Well…he suspiciously looks like Santa Clause. And he weirdly disappears around Christmas time.” You try to stifle a laugh.

Stiles tears his eyes away from the grill and shoots you a funny look, “Are you fucking with me?”

“No actually I’m not.” You chuckle. “It’s strange as fuck but he’s definitely a nice guy. Doesn’t bother anyone.”

“So I may or may not live near Santa. I can work with that.” Stiles snickers before taking a swig of his beer.

Murphy stops exploring the yard and comes running over with his tennis ball but instead of bringing it to you, he drops it in front of Stiles.

“Wow Murphy actually likes you.” You say without thinking.

Stiles pretends to be offended, “Gee, thanks!”

“Oh no! I just mean that Murphy doesn’t usually warm up to guys so easily. He’s always been that way. Not sure why, maybe a protective thing?” You shrug your shoulders.

“Murphy’s a smart boy. He can tell I’m awesome.” Stiles adds with a crooked smile.

“Or maybe he’s just having an off day.” You sass with a straight face. Stiles breaks out into a full body laugh and it’s literally the best sound you’ve ever heard

“I’m just kidding!” You giggle at him. “Murphy likes you and you like him. It’s all good.”

“Yeah, I definitely like him.” Stiles licks his lips as he walks towards you. “But I have to admit, I like his mom a lot more.”

As if that admission didn’t make you completely melt inside, you give Stiles a quick smile and then pop up, “ Yeah I’m pretty awesome myself.”

With the yummy food grilled and the patio table set, you and Stiles finally sit down to eat while Murphy lounges in the shade. Part of you is thrilled because you’re starving, the other part is bummed you can no longer admire his muscles while he mans the grill.

“So what do you do for work, Y/N?” Stiles questions before taking a big bite of his mustard covered hot dog.

“I’m an event planner.” “Oh nice.” He delivers a cute smile. “That sounds fun.” “Yeah it is. What about you?” You attractively mumble with a mouth full of corn on the cob.

“I’m a cop.” Stiles tells you with a confident expression. No fucking way. You didn’t think it was possible for this man to get any hotter. You’re now on the verge of drooling because the sexy as hell image of him in a uniform appears in your head.

“Y/N?” Stiles’ deep voice yanks you back to reality. “Earth to Y/N.” “Oh! Uh that’s cool.” You answer sheepishly, tucking a few strands behind your ear which is a nervous habit of yours. With a squint of his eyes and a purse of his lips, Stiles’ curious side is now making an appearance, “What were you thinking about?” He stares intently at you.

Fuck it. “That you probably look really good in your uniform.” You mention casually.

An amused expression overtakes his handsome face, he leans over the table and whispers, “I’ll show you sometime if you want. I even have a gun to go with it.” You don’t trust yourself to speak, so instead your dorky self just looks down and starts giggling. Your reaction causes Stiles to laugh and sit back in his chair, he’s getting a kick out of making you blush. An enticing thought pops into your head, naturally you blurt it out before you can catch yourself, “So that means you have handcuffs.” You must be bright red right now as you lock eyes with your surprised neighbor.

“I mean…well…” Shit. Did you really just say that out loud?! Stiles recovers quickly, instead of shock there’s now a smirk on his face, “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that, sweetheart.” He shakes his head looking visibly affected by your words. “Oh my god. I’m sorry.” You rush out before chugging down the rest of your beer. You really need something stronger. “Don’t be sorry.” Stiles chuckles at you. “It’s taking everything in me not to handcuff you to my bed right now.” Holy shit. Now it’s your turn to look fucking shocked. “But I’m trying to be a gentleman here, Y/N.” Stiles flashes a crooked smile. “I really like you so I need to do this right. You’re not some random chick that I met at a bar, you’re a hell of a lot more than that.” He finishes and it makes your body freeze up. Stiles quirks an eyebrow, “You gonna say anything back…” He notices you seem a bit flustered and is unsure on how to proceed from here.

Snapping out of your dumb ass stupor, you successfully come up with a plan within seconds, “Actually can I borrow them?” You say nonchalantly.

“What?” Stiles furrows his brows. “My handcuffs?” “Yeah. I have a date tonight.” You narrow your eyes. “He’s not a pussy so I’m pretty sure he’ll want to use them.” Stiles fails to hold back a strangled growl, “Don’t play games, baby girl.” He challenges with a tilt of his head.

Wow, that didn’t take much. You try not to but you burst out laughing, “You’re so cute when you’re mad.” You tease now pinching his cheek. He crumbles his napkin up and throws it at you with a pout on his lips.

You hesitate but then decide to just roll with it, “So do you always use handcuffs in the bedroom, Stilinski?”

Stiles ponders for a second, “It depends on the girl. I definitely don’t break them out with hookups. My real ones anyway. I’ll use the fake plastic ones whenever.”

“Why’s that?” “Because it’s never been a good experience with the real ones. The last girl I used them with started crying.” Stiles replies exasperated. “No she didn’t!” You gasp loudly then erupt into laughter. The police officer shakes his head, “If you pull on the handcuffs too much then they get tighter. I warned her so she wouldn’t hurt her wrists. Of course she didn’t listen and freaked out.”

“Wow. I bet that was fun.” You say sarcastically. “Based on her personality…I shouldn’t have done it. My gut said she wouldn’t like it but she promised she’d be fine.” Stiles lets out a sigh. “She must be so traumatized.” You feign sympathy making your neighbor snicker. Stiles suddenly turns serious, “Do you really have a date tonight, Y/N?” “Yes.” “With who?” He asks with his eyes boring into you. “Jeff.” “How did you meet him?” You raise your eyebrows, “The gym.” “Is it a first date?” “It’s the 4th date.” Stiles scoffs, “What does the guy do?” “Are you seriously interrogating me right now?” You question with wide eyes. “No.” He answers unconvincingly. “How about I take you out tonight instead? We can do whatever you want.” You gnaw on your bottom lip, “I can’t break a date last minute like that. Not unless there’s an emergency or something.” Stiles waves you off, “Just tell him you’re sick. We can try the new Italian place that opened downtown. Or there’s a..” “Wait you’re dead serious?” You cut him off. He just nods. “Stiles, he’s a nice guy. I’d feel bad blowing him off like that. We can pick another day.” You wonder why he’s pushing this. “4th date.” Stiles mutters himself. “So you’ve had sex with him?“ “Really, dude?” You crack a smile at him. This man is really something else. “You didn’t answer the question, Y/N.” “I’m not in custody, officer. So I don’t have to.” You sass back. “I can arrange that ya know.” Stiles crosses his arms and it accentuates his muscles even more, you do your best not to gawk at him. “You’re ridiculous.” You add matter-of-factly. “And you’re sexy.” He grins mischievously. You giggle softly and it makes Stiles’ face light up, it should be illegal the way his eyes are drinking you in right now. The feelings it conjures up makes you feel flushed and fidgety, it’s the perfect time for more alcohol. You spring out of your seat and make your way back into the house, heading straight for the kitchen.

Is it bad that you actually want to cancel tonight? That would be such an asshole move. You do actually like Jeff, he’s a decent guy who’s treated you well so far. But then there’s Stiles, the Adonis that moved in right across the street from you and there’s no denying that there’s an immediate connection.

Lost in your thoughts, you grab a couple of beers out of the fridge then twirl around right into Stiles, you didn’t even hear him follow you in.

“Are you a fucking ninja too? I swear you and Murphy should be best friends.”

Stiles barely reacts, he’s too busy blocking your way so you’re stuck between him and the refrigerator. His delicious scent is starting to fill the small space and you’re trying your hardest to not be affected by it.

“I say we have two options, beautiful.” Stiles leans in closer. “I ask you to be my girlfriend right now and you say yes.” Well this is unexpected.

“Um Stiles…”

“Or you reschedule with Jeff and let me take you out tonight. After that if you still like him then I’ll back off.” “Your crazy is showing, Stilinski.” You try to stifle a laugh, getting a dramatic grunt in return.

“Are you gonna make me beg, woman? Cause I will!” Stiles runs his hand through his messy hair, clearly not used to being in this position. “Why can’t we go out tomorrow? It’s just one more day.” You search his face for the answer, unfortunately your attention focuses in on his gorgeous eyes. “You obviously like Jeff enough to keep going out on dates, Y/N. He will probably make things official soon and with my luck it will be tonight.”

“Ok but I…”

Stiles continues on, “We don’t know each other that well but trust me…I’ve never put this much effort into getting a date. At the very least I want a chance. A real chance.”

The man in front of you is so annoyingly cute. You’re beyond torn on how to respond to him, your heart and your head are at odds right now. Before your brain can even register it, you’re sauntering away from Stiles and his intense stare.

You pause at the door way of the kitchen, “Come on.” You wave for the troublemaker to follow you, he hesitates at first but then catches up with you.

“Where do you keep your uniform? Bedroom?” You ask with a glance to Stiles, as you both walk down his long hallway.

“Uh yeah. Next door on the right.” Stiles tells you wearily, he slows down a bit and trails behind as you stroll on into his room.

You immediately notice the clean yet simple looking room and start to search around for what you have in mind. Without turning around, you can feel Stiles’ eyes on your form as he leans against the door frame. Your face brightens once you spot his police uniform draped on a blue lazy boy in the corner of the room.

There’s a dark wooden end table where Stiles’ shiny badge, gun holster and duty belt are all resting on top of it. Your nosy self finds his handcuffs tucked neatly in the cuff case attached to his leather belt. The cop they belong to is now standing closer, he looks very entertained by your sudden interest in his job.

You steal the handcuffs and examine them, subconsciously biting your lower lip while you do, “Get on the bed.” You speak firmly, pointing in the direction that Stiles should start moving in.

“…uh Y/N, what are y…”

“Shut up and get on the bed, Stilinski.” You command sternly.

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Season 1 Part 2

You really were not planning on waking up super early the next morning, even though you had school you intended on staying in bed for the entire day.

But apparently mother nature had different plans for you.

You awoke abruptly to what sounded like stones being thrown at your window, at first you buried yourself further into your covers mumbling to yourself inaudibly not even being able to understand your own words. You felt really out of place, something felt weird and it was lowkey starting to freak you out.

The noise got louder and louder until it was too much to bear. Once again you threw the warm duvet from your body, exposing your body to the cold air almost instantly. Leaving you with terrible goosebumps as you trudged over to your window, peering out of it curiously.

Turning back to face your bed you noticed a white shimmering dust, scattered all over your bed sheets.

The events from the night before had been forgotten up until that moment unfortunately, it was like you were having a really bad hangover, when you watched out of your window the banging stopped.

Rolling your eyes as you suddenly turned your back to the glass. That’s when it started again. Quickly you rushed back to the window ledge eager to see what causing such a racket at 6am.

As you pulled your curtains apart you came face to face with a small robin bird. Tapping it’s beak against the double sided frame. You continued to gaze as the bird for a minute wondering how such a small animal could make so much noise.

To your surprise one more small robin joined the first, tapping persistently at your big window. Your eyebrows furrowed together with confusion as yet another bird flew to the outside of your bedroom. Mimicking the actions of its fellow friends.

You took a step back from your window growing increasingly worried while a number of birds appeared, all knocking at the same time making the sound almost deafening.

You threw your curtains back together backing away from the assemble of feathered creatures. Your heart was beating so hard in your chest you thought you were going to have a heart attack.

Retreating into your bathroom you slammed the door closed behind you, shutting out the commotion that continued to make your ears bleed.

You let out a sigh relief, reaching for the bottom of your t-shirt so that you could finally assess the scratches.

Your heart finally stopped when you checked the area that you had previously bandaged. The deep wound had vanished it had disappeared leaving no trace that it actually existed.

To say that you were confused would be an understatement, inside you honestly believed that you were going insane. There was no sign of blood, no grazed skin, no scratches.

You could have sworn it happened.

Letting your t-shirt fall back down by your sides you turned on the cold tap reaching down and splashing water over your face. Waking you up properly.

When you brought your head back up you reached for your towel attempting to dry your face. You froze suddenly noticing that your skin was so pale, you looked different. You felt abnormal. It had taken you a minute or two to notice that your eyes had gone from y/e/c to a bright silver.

How was that even possible?!

You stared for what seemed like forever, it had to be a dream it had to be. You stood looking dumbfounded at your reflection. your new grey eyes never leaving your own face as you continued to inspect the change.

The consistent tapping making your mind warped. It was as if it was echoing throughout your brain, suddenly causing you to break down.

“Please just stop, i want it to stop”you cried as you slumped down on your cold bathroom tiles.

A second later and the persistent drumming in your mind had come to a halt as if the birds had listened to your wishes.

You waited for a moment before deciding that it was safe for you to leave your bathroom. When you entered back into your room everything was hushed, and there was no sign of the small dainty animals.

Maybe you were finally going crazy stuck in that room, maybe you were seeing things. You’d come to the conclusion that you needed fresh air so going to school was your only option.

You carelessly threw the first hoodie in sight, making your way down the kitchen. You were pleased to see a note from your mother taped to the fridge explaining that she had gone to work already and that there was money on the counter for your lunch.

You didn’t know how you were going to explain the silver eyes. It then occurred to you that you hadn’t used your phone since the night before. In fact you didnt even know where your phone was.

The realisation then hit you, you’d left it behind in the woods.

Swiping your car keys angrily from the table you made your way out to your car, speeding away from your house with only one objective.

As you approach Beacon Hills High you searched the crowd for your victims, ready to unleashed your newly found anger. Once you had safely parked your car you stomped towards Scott and Stiles.

Scott could hear your heart racing from miles away, he didn’t know how but he could. He could also feel the anger radiating from your body.

Stiles noticed you after Scott had, his eyebrows raising at you a smile forming on his face. It was if he was happy to see you.

“Y/n, you’re alive i couldn’t find you yesterday in the woo-

“Yeah i am alive, but you won’t be for much longer”you growled, cutting stiles off as you approached the two boys, dragging each of them by their bags to an area where nobody hung out. Nobody would be able to hear their screams.

“Oh! My god, wow”Stiles yelped as you pushed Scott into him with some force backing them both into a corner folding your arms and tapping your foot impatiently.

“Woah y/n, nice contact lenses your eyes look so cool”Stiles complimented you unaware of the consequences.

You lunged forwards picking him up by the scruff of his shirt.

“They aren’t contact lenses dumbass, you think this is funny?!”you started to raise your voice.

Stiles gawped at you “I don’t know what you’re talking ab-

You scoffed, letting Stiles go a little too quickly making him stumble backwards into Scott. A look of hurt flashed across his face before you opened your mouth to rant again.

“You two nerds did this to me, what you wanted me to come into the woods so that you could put some weird chemicals into my body for your stupid little experiments don’t think for one second that your weird projects go unnoticed i see you two sneaking around all the time!”you exclaimed not really making any sense.

Scott and Stiles exchanged confused glances.

“Whatever you did to me, change it back before i ruin your lives”you hissed.

“We didn’t do anything to you y/n”Scott explained quickly.

“Look i really don’t need this right now, last night when you left me alone i was attacked”Scott added, his head dropping so he was looking at the floor.

“What?”you grimaced. You’d been having brief flashbacks to when you were knocked to the ground by the unseeable force in the forest.

“He thinks a werewolf bit him”Stiles continued the story.

You let out a menacing laugh.

“Don’t be stupid, werewolves don’t exist”you shook your head as if it was the most ridiculous thing in the world.

“Show her Scott, show her the bite”Stiles nudged his best friend. Scott hesitated before lifting up his shirt showing you a white gauze covered with tape that resembled your own.

There were small spots of blood covering the bandage as he peeled the tape from his skin to reveal nothing.

“What i could have sworn there was something there”Scott mumbled to himself, the same thing had happened to you and you were one hundred percent baffled by it all.

Narrowing your eyes at Scott, you found yourself unintentionally reaching up to rub the area of your own wound, only to feel discomfort. Stiles watched you shuffle around for a few seconds he watched closely as you rubbed the side of your body nervously. Stilinski frowned slightly, cocking his head to the side deep in thought.

You could feel Stiles’ eyes on you, raising your head in his direction immediately making eye contact. Your eyes bored into his wondering if he had seen your previous actions.

“What makes you think it was a werewolf”you asked turning to Scott, trying to change the atmosphere.

“I heard a wolf howling in the woods after i was attacked”Scott answered.

“Impossible, there have been no sightings of wolves in California for like 60 years”Stiles shook his head.

“Well i found the body aswell” Scott announced.

The conversation had started to bore you so you found yourself walking away not wanting to talk to them anymore than you had to, you obviously weren’t getting the answers you needed from them so there was no point in hanging around. You decided that you would catch them out later so that they could fix you eyes because you were convinced that they did something to you.

You were only a few footsteps away from the teens when you were barged to the side by the queen bee herself Lydia Martin. She carried on strutting past as if nothing had happened whereas you turned around ready to confront her about her attitude.

She may have gotten away with walking over everyone else but you were not ‘everyone’. You were just about to give her a piece of your mind when you were cut short by the sound of Stiles Stilinski shrieking about the dead body Scott had come across the night before.

“Oh god that is freaking awesome. I mean this is seriously gonna be the best thing that’s happened to this town since-

Stiles’ eyes landed on Lydia mid conversation, and suddenly he was in a trance. You rolled your eyes dramatically before listening in on the conversation, entertained by the fact that Lydia didn’t even know that Stiles existed.

“Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey Lydia, you look...like you’re gonna ignore me”

You watched the one sided exchange with a uninterested expression on your face.

“Pathetic”you whispered, tutting to yourself as you hugged your hoodie tighter around your body. The winds were picking up rapidly and you were regretting your life decisions. You were better off staying in your bed.

Luckily for the boys, they didn’t see you for the rest of the school day. You figured that after lessons had finished you would go back to the woods to try and locate your phone.

It was comforting that you were visiting during the day time, you really didn’t want to run into whatever had attacked you the previous night.

A small part of you wondered if the creature that had attacked Scott was the same animal that had attacked you, however you shook away the thought.

You kicked the leaves from your shoes, scanning the ground for your phone. You cursed under your breath remembering that your battery had been quite low the night before so it was most probably dead. You’d never find it.

Whilst you were roaming the woods on your phone search and rescue you noticed that you felt at peace, as if you were meant to be there. You could breath and you didn’t feel pressure on your chest like you normally would. You weren’t suffocating. Then the thought of returning back to reality hit you like a brick.

Just when you thought that your day couldn’t get any worse you heard two male voices approaching you.

“Y/N? Is that you?”Stiles jogged over to you.

“No, it isn’t”you deadpanned.

“What are you doing here?”Scott asked.

“Not that it’s any of your business but i lost my phone here last night”you spoke out, not even attempting to make eye contact. You were terrified that Stiles was going to become suspicious.

“I’m trying to look for my inhaler”Scott stated.

“I didn’t ask”you replied expressionless.

“We could help eachother”Scott offered.

You let out a deep audible breath before turning to face the two. Yet another burst of anger made it’s way out of your mouth.

“If it wasn’t for you and that stupid animal thing attacking me then i wouldn’t have lost my phone in the first place!”you shouted as you pressed your hands into Scott’s chest accusingly.

“What did you just say?!”Stiles edged closer to you. Of course he had perfect hearing, you had realised that you had basically told them everything unintentionally and you decided that muting yourself and controlling your anger would be best in the future.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. Inhaling sharply. If you didn’t tell them now they really wouldn’t leave you alone.

“I said i wouldn’t have lost my phone in the first place if it wasn’t for Scott”you repeated yourself quietly.

“No about the animal”Stiles said folding his arms.

This time an aggressive groan of frustration left your lips.

“After i left Scott last night, i dropped my phone and i was trying to find it and something tried to attack me. It kind of did and kind of didn’t now don’t come up with any of those bullshit theories about how i’m a freaking werewolf”you warned.

Stiles looked as though he was conflicted for a couple of seconds before turning to Scott who was sniffing the air like a dog.

“What is that smell?”Scott asked as he continued to stick his nose in the air.

“It smells like mint, like an old mint and it stinks”you shook your head in disgust as it wafted towards you.

“Guys i can’t smell it”Stiles frowned.

“See this is what i mean, like earlier i had all the time in the world to catch the balled during lacrosse and that’s not the only weird thing. I can hear stuff i should not be able to hear. Smell things”Scott explained, growing increasingly stressed.

You really didn’t want to explain that you were going through the same thing, especially to two strangers.

“Smell things? Like what?”Stiles questioned.

“Like that damned Mint Mojito gum in your pocket, please it reeks throw it away”you pinched your nose.

“Y/N you can smell it aswell?!”Scott asked, his eyes assessing you. He had noticed your appearance had changed drastically overnight. Stiles had noticed aswell.

“I guess”you mumbled taking your attention away from the conversation once again, searching for your phone.

“What actually happened to you last night?”Stiles asked as he watched you.

“Nothing”you lied.

“Y/n please-

“I’ve already told you i got attacked okay? i don’t know what it was but it scratched me really badly”you raised your voice, losing all sanity.

“Show me the scratch”Scott and Stiles yelped in unison.

“No point, it’s not there anymore”you mumbled walking ahead humming to yourself.

Stiles’ mouth dropped open, and he threw his arms around in the air behind you when you had your back to him, frustrated that you didn’t mention it earlier in the day. You spun around as Scott started to speak, Stiles’ arms falling back down to his side quickly.

“Y/n, what if it’s like an infection that had different effects on us i mean look at you suddenly you have grey eyes and your skin has gone so pale it’s almost like it’s glittering”Scott’s head cocked to the side.

“Stop with all these theories seriously, the scratch must’ve just healed overnight maybe it wasn’t as deep as i thought, and as for my pale skin wow thankyou for the insult loser”you exclaimed.

“What about your eyes, how can you explain that?”Stiles interrupted you. You would have come back with something witty but you just didn’t know what to say. You just couldn’t explain it.

“Do you know what, i’m perfectly fine without my phone”you hissed before spinning on your heel, walking away.

Again you didn’t get too far before a hand on your shoulder pulled you backwards gently.

“Y/n, wait stop”Stiles said quietly.

You shrugged his hand from your body before looking up to see an older male, he stood staring at the three of you. His green eyes piercing through your bodies.

“What are you doing here? Huh? This is private property”The handsome man approached you all.

Scott and Stiles stood closer together, frightened but you remained still. Your head tilted to get a closer look at the man, you could’ve sworn you recognised him from somewhere.

Stiles stepped forward, ready to grab your hand and pull you back away from the stranger.

“Uh sorry man, we didn’t know”Stiles explained.

“Yeah we were just looking for something but uh forget it. Uhm. Alright come on i gotta get to work”Scott ran his hands through his hair awkwardly.

Derek’s gaze fell onto you, it was as if you couldn’t move, he was fixated on you the only one who hadn’t said a word. You were stuck. Your lips pressed into a thin line.

Stiles watched the two of you in confusion.

The Hale’s hand lifted from his side, tossing Scott his inhaler, he then proceeded to throw your phone towards you.

But you didn’t move to catch it, in fact you let it drop into the leaves in front of you as you continued staring at Derek. Stiles rushed forwards to pick up your phone for you.

Finally you managed to snap out of the trance, sending Derek a glare before walking off in the opposite direction. Scott and Stiles started to job so they could catch up with you.

There was no way you were going to get rid of them.

“Guys that was Derek Hale, you remember right? He’s only a few years older than us?”Stiles spoke out before yelping as you plucked your phone from his grasp.

“Remember what?”Scott asked.

“His family, they all burned to death in a fire, like ten years ago”

Your heart dropped, you were very familiar with the hale fire... In fact you had witnessed it, you must’ve been 7 when you were playing in the woods not too far from the Hale residents.

You had seen the whole thing so that where you had recognised Derek from.

“I wonder what he’s doing back”Scott noted, continuing to walk towards the car park.

A/N:Part two is finally out, i’m sorry for the layout and the dodgy paragraphs but tumblr is hating on me because i have been away for a while, i’m still editing it to make it better but for now here is part two:) x

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lily-writing-stories · 5 years

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Hunt : Chapter 2 - Argent

I turned my head toward the door seeing Chris Argent entering the room , and my dad let go of my arm as well.

-Everything ok lily?

-I'm fine , thanks , Come dance with me

I grabbed his arm and we head to the living room , joining everyone on the improved dance floor , where they were all slow dancing.

Chris put his hands on my back , while i put mine around his neck. It could seems weird , our proximity , but chris & i had grow closer and closer since Allison's death.

We started to dance , but he kept staring at me for explanation , he knew my relation with my dad wasn't good ,meanwhile , Scott somehow managed to get closer to him and have a as normal as it could be, relation with him, but me , i just couldn't .Seeing that i didn't say anything , Chris rolled his eyes dramatically before leaning to my ear.

- After this dance , i'll grab two drinks and we will go in your room

- That seems indescant

He smiled , knowing i was silly just to hide my emotions and kept dancing . After that , as said , he grabbed two glasses and we went upstairs without anyone really noticing.

He sat on my bed and i joined him , having a sip of my drink .

- I dropped off college

he was about to drink as well , but surprised , his hand went back to rest on his knee.

- Why is that?

I sighed lightly , playing with my fingers .

- it just ... wasn't the right path for me , and honestly , everythig is ... not good in NY , neither college nor my social life, and i really miss everyone here and this town as weird as it sounds after everything that happend ...

He nod slowly, finally getting a sip of his drink before putting back his attention to me.

- i see , well , we missed you too , happy to have you back then i should say

i smiled a little , nodding my head slowly.

- you're nervous to tell your dad .

i nod again , i knew the discussion with my father would turn pretty ugly .

-i'll tell my mom tonight, while we clean the mess

He smiled , and kissed my forehard , he would always do that to confort me.

When we went back downstairs , my dad saw us , he really didnt liked how close i was to chris , as he told to my mom , feeling like chris was stealing his dad role , even though i told him that i didnt saw chris as a father.

Anyway , i shouldn't think about him tonight.

the party went on for more hours , and everyone started to leave , only left was Scott , Malia , Stiles , my mom and i.

Stiles insisted to help us until everything was perfectly clean. Since everyone was gone , we were able to talk better without being interrupted ,he wanted to know as well what was wrong with me , so instead of telling them one by one about my return , i told them all at once.

Everyone was very enthusiastic about it , happy to have me back , and that stress level dropped . i'll only have to tell my dad now , when i get the courage to go through this talk.

[ ... ]

I was at the hospital to give dinner to my mom , Chris was here as well , he had to get some results for an exam he had last week but the results were good, thanks God .

We were having a nice chat until my dad arrived to give a paper to my mom.I tried to leave but he insist to talk again , to know why i was staying .

Since i didn't wanted to do a scene in the middle of the corridor , i accepted to talk in an empty room .

It wasnt necessary to try to avoid it so i told him all , and oh boy , he didn't looked pleased with my choice.

- you're ruining your life !

-i'm not ! i'll take online classes and i already found a job here

- oh really? where ?

-at Deaton's

-if that's what you want your life to look like

-i dont even consider you as my father , you dont get to tell me how i should live my life after being gone for so long !!

I really was mad and ready to explode even but Chris opened the room , clearly he heard all or almost.

[...]

I was finishing my hair , and looked at myself in the mirroir , quite satisfied with the result. I turned around towards my door when i heard someone whistle me.A wild smile appeared on my face as i see my twin brother , looking as handsome as ever.

- Wow , you look gorgeous!

He giggled and took my hand to make me spin around and have a better look at my dress .

-Damn , you're gonna make everyone drop their jaws.

-Oh well , i wanted that result just on you , but i'll be fine with everyone

We both laugh and i grabbed him into a tight hug. TBH Scott's hugs were the best , it was the ones that make me feel complete.We soon feel a third person hugging us thightly

-my babies , you're so old , already 25 years old !

-Mom!

she laughed at our faces and kiss both of our cheeks .

-everyone gonna be here in a minute , i'll wait you two downstairs

we nod and she left us alone .I hugged scott , this time a little bit more tight .he put his arms around my shoulders , holding me close an put his chin on my head.

- i love you Scott

He step back to look at me , and grabbed my face with both hands , looking into my eyes.

-I dont know what's wrong with you , you've been acting weird since weeks, and i'll wait for you to be ready to tell me , but tonight , i want you to have fun and enjoy our evening , is that clear young lady ?

-Yes

I smiled to him and hug him one more time before we heard the door ringing and had to go downstairs to start greet our guests.

[...]

It was midnight past 30 , when Lydia announced me , that she had planned a little girls night out and that the boys could go finished their evening too in their side . I looked up at Scott , who shrugged his shoulders .

-why not ? go have fun with the girls, i'm sure the guys and i can found something too

Before i could say anything , the girls grabbed my arms to make me go upstairs.Hayden made me sit on the bed while Lydia bringed a bag from my wardrobe , she probably sneak in to hide that somewhere in the evening. She pulled out a red dress from it .

-Tadaaaa!!!

My eyes went wide at the size of it.

-Lydia ...i think you didn't get my size

-Come on ! I did , don't be so shy , you got to show yourself sometimes .

I wanted to say something , but Malia already had me to get up and took off my dress . Lydia already making me put the other one.

-You guys are insane , slow down , you're getting me dizzy .

-the alcohol made you dizzy

i shake my head at Hayden's comment , and tried to push down a little the dress at my thighs before finding i couldn't .

-No , guys , it's way too short

-look in the mirroir before complaing

Lydia pushed me in front of it , i looked at myself , and i got to say , even if it was pretty short , that dress was pretty flattering on me and it even made my tiny legs looks a little more longer , well , no surprise since it barely cover them , the decollete wasn't too provocative , just a little teasing , actually ...it wasn't that bad , and since i was kinda out of my right mind from the alcohol already , i didn't care much anymore.

-okay , i agree to wear it

-Yaaay , heels now !

I sighed at Lydia's enthusiasm, i put on the heels that i wore for Scott's engagement party last month , if i want to stay up in those , i better not drink anymore . We all heads downstairs . The guys all stared at me , each one in a different way . Scott was shocked that i agreed to wear that , while Stiles was staring at my body .He smiled and came at me .

-hey girl , how you doing ?

He winked at me and i laughed at his silliness , giving him a hug .

- You're pretty but be careful girls , please , you sure you don't want us to come ?

-Stiles , it's adorable to care , but we're fine

And it's true , i always felt safe with the girls , they had superpowers afterall.Scott make sure again that we didn't need anything , but we refused.

While all the guest were gone , my mom , Noah and Chris were still here , in the kitchen to finish cleaning up what we started to clean before. We all head to the kitchen to say bye , and once again , i had all the eyes on me , Chris looked up from his phone , letting it fall on the floor as he saw me , i got to say that Lydia got a pretty good idea this time , not knowing that seeing Chris reacting like that would please me .

-Lily , what ...

My mom didn't finished her sentence that everyone pointed fingers at Lydia .

-i see , well ... be careful girls ...

-yes mom

Noah came to me and hug me , and then looked at his son , i didn't see Stiles's face but i could only imagine him nodding at his father , knowing he'll ask him to watch over us secretly.I then went to hug my mom , and i looked at Chris , not sure what to do , everyone will find it odd if i dont hug him .So i stepped closer to him , he didn't wait for me to get to him , he grabbed me into his arms holding me closer than usual , i could feel his strong arms crushing me but not in a painful way more like ... possessive way. I felt his breath against my ear as he lean more .

- You're incredibly beautiful

My heart did some backflips only with this compliment , he then kissed my cheek and let go of me .I quickly grabbed my purse and wave at my mom before going out , needing the fresh air to calm down the heat going to my cheek.

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Gif; teenwolf--imagines

Hey everybody !

Sorry for the long wait , I hope y'all liked this Chapter 2 of my story !

don't hesitate to give comment and tell me what you think .

The chapter 3 will come soon !

xoxo

Lily

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allthingsfangirl101 · 6 years

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Talking About The New Girl- Dylan O’Brien

Dylan’s POV

Posey, Hoechlin and I were in the middle of our Wolf Watch interview when the subject took a turn I expected. “So, tell me about your new costar, Y/F/N Y/L/N.” Jill said, looking at her notecards.

Posey and Hoechlin sent me knowing looks before smirking at each other. Ignoring their looks, I answered Jill’s question before they could say anything.

“Well, Y/N is an amazing actress. She’s extremely talented and is one of the hardest workers. She has already thrown herself into her character. Plus, she is really fun to hang out with. It takes us a while to get through a scene because we are always making each other laugh. It’s gotten to the point than when either one of us are doing a scene, the other can’t be on set or else we’ll never be able to get through it.”

“Yeah, Y/N and Dylan have gotten really close,” Posey said with a smirk.

“Well,” I said, clearing my throat, “we do have a lot of scenes together. Almost all her scenes involve Stiles and Y/C/N.

“And I have to say, you two have have great chemistry,” Jill complimented. “What about you other two? You both do a few scenes with Y/N, what do you guys think of her?”

“Just like Dylan said, Y/N is a really hard worker. She’s great to hang out with,” Posey said.

“I agree. She is devoted and has a great sense of humor. Plus, Y/N is hot,” Hoechlin laughed.

“Hell yeah, man.” Posey laughed as he raised his hang, gesturing for Hoechlin to high-five him. When they did, I reached up and intercepted their high-five.

Once we had calmed down, Hoechlin laughed. “In all seriousness, Jill, Y/N is an incredible girl and an amazing actress.”

“He’s right. We make jokes and mess with her, but she’s part of the Teen Wolf Family now.” Posey smirked as he looked over at me, “I have to say, though, that Dylan is probably the one who has gotten the closest.”

I sent him a glare as my cheeks burned. “Oh!!” Jill laughed. “Is your chemistry more than just on camera?”

“Yeah, well. . .” I dragged out. I looked up to see the three of them sending me knowing looks.

“Maybe something will happen. Maybe she feels the same way. Have you talked to her about it?”

“No,” I stuttered.

“But he should,” Hoechlin said, bumping him with his shoulder. I just nodded, hoping the conversation would drop. Luckily it did.

After the interview I slipped on my jacket and checked my phone. When I unlocked it, I noticed a text message from Y/N. “Oh, crap.” I mumbled as I opened the text.

Y/N: Hey, so I saw your interview. . .

“Oh shit,” I mumbled, running my hand through my hair. I fidgeted my thumbs over the keyboard, unsure of what to say. With a moment of hesitation, I decided to call her instead of text her. She answered right away.

“Hey, Dylan.” I could practically hear her smile.

“Hey,” I said slowly. I cleared my throat before continuing. “Look, about the interview. . .”

She interrupted me with her laugh. “Dylan, it’s okay. I umm I agree with Jill. I think our chemistry is on and off camera.”

For a minute, I thought I imagined her saying it. “Really?” I stuttered, making her laugh. “Wow, okay,” I cleared my throat. “Hey, Y/N?”

“Yes, Dylan?”

“Would you like to go on a date with me this weekend?” I asked, quickly.

“I’d love to.”

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien imagines #dylan o’brien x reader #teen wolf #tyler posey #tyler hoechlin

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The Man in the Pink Cape || 4

Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Jin (Non Idol) x Reader (2nd POV)

Chapters: 01 02 03

Jin was true to his word.

He showed up on your door, two hours before you were supposed to be at college with coffees in his hand, backpack slung over his shoulder and a flawless smile on his face.

“Good morning!” he brandished the coffee at you as you stepped towards him uncertainly.

“Good morning, I didn’t think that you meant you’d be here when you said you’d see me in the morning.” You said, taking the coffee and taking a warm, perfect sip.

“I’m unpredictable like that. I was thinking we could catch up some more?” he said, walking to his car and opening the passenger door for you. Happy to morning cold, you hopped in.

“No way!” You gasped as he stopped the car in front of the frat house.

“We still have an hour to go to class, they won’t bite.” Jin said as he undid his seatbelt. “I’m not scared of them. I’m scared of what Eunji would do to me if she found out I went alone to Suga’s frat house.” You hissed at him but he was already opening your door, waiting for you. You got out with a huff, looking up at the big house with a little intimidation.

“Eunji…one of the girls you hang out with?” Jin asked, using a key to unlock the front door.

“Yeah,” You said grudgingly.

“Well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” Jin shot you a devilish grin and you reminded yourself that Jin was still a frat boy. No matter how kind he was being towards you, he still roamed about with the ultimate college Bad Boy. Jin probably did all the things that the rest of them did. Drinks, parties, girls…you wouldn’t be surprised at any of that.

To be honest, Suga’s dorm was neater than you’d expected.

The day of the party, it had been hot, suffocating, smelling of sweat and alcohol. Now it was clean, bright and aired out. “It’s clean.” You gasp.

“Who would’ve thought? Boys know how to clean too.” Jin chuckled as a girl poked her head around the corner to peer suspiciously at you two.

“Hey, Sarah,” Jin said, catching her and she nodded at him, disappearing back. You looked at Jin confused.

“Sarah; Taehyung girlfriend; She’s almost always here.” He said when another, deeper voice interrupted you.

“You brought a girl over, Jin-ah? Didn’t think you had it in you,”

With that Suga himself descended the stairs. His bleached blond hair was rumpled, wearing only boxers, an undershirt and a black silk robe; he had clearly just woken up.

“You out of bed at 7? Didn’t think you had it in you,” Jin snapped right back and Suga flipped him off, fixing you with a piercing look.

“Min Yoongi.” He said, flopping down onto the couch and putting his legs up on the coffee table.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you said, the difference between Hobi and Suga striking you. Maybe Jin liked all kinds of people.

Still, you were kind of feeling uncomfortable, especially when you heard a giggle from the room the girl had been in, followed by another voice, murmuring something, in a deeper, male voice. It had to be Taehyung.

“I should go…I have to go meet Eunji and Hanna before classes.” You gingerly picked up your bag and being carefully to avoid Suga’s body glanced at Jin as he watched you. “See you,”

He nodded and watched you scurry off.

He sighed, rubbing his arm before meeting Yoongi’s meaningful look. “What?” he asked.

“I didn’t say anything.” Yoongi said, a slight smirk playing around his mouth.

It was Jin’s turn to flip Yoongi off.

“You went where?” Eunji asked her eyebrows rose when you told them about my morning.

“Suga’s frat house,” you said slowly.

Eunji looked stunned for a second before a mischievous smile spread over her face. “I knew it. You like this guy.” She announced.

“Wow, Eunji, you’re going to make a great contribution to science with your predictions.” Hanna said drily before fixing you with a look. “Although, I have to agree with Jiji,” she said.

“What, why?” You asked.

“There is no way you would go to any frat house on your own accord.” Hanna said simply, turning you around to march you to class.

You wondered if what your friends said was true.

You made up your mind a few weeks later.

In the span of those few weeks, Jin had managed to cross the best friend threshold, almost as much as Eunji and Hanna had.

You knew about his family, his siblings, you met with his friends, you found out that he didn’t do at the frat house what you’d thought he did. In return, you told him all about you, right down to how you’d been sent here, without all of your consent to make a life for yourself.

“Is it that bad?” he asked.

You were watching some k-drama Jin had found with English subtitles for you while munching on popcorn in his dorm room.

You glanced out of the corner of your eye, studying his profile.

He caught you looking and raised an eyebrow. You shrugged. “It’s not that bad.” You smiled softly.

He smiled back before his face faltered as he looked down quickly before looking back at you. “I have something to ask you.” He said.

“This better not be about the vigilante.” You warned.

Jin had a weird obsession about Damhongsaeg. He would slip in random questions about the vigilante here and there and while he maintained that it was for Jungkook, you were pretty sure it was for himself.

You knew Jungkook now; Jin had introduced you so if he had questions he could just come ask you. Apparently you were the only one on the entire campus to have words with this guy and he had saved you.

“No,” his lips twitched.

“I wanted to ask you…if you…would like to…well, go out.” He said.

“Right now…? We could go out after this ends.” You pointed to the TV with your hand full of popcorn.

“I meant, on a date,” he said quickly, making you choke lightly on your mouthful of popcorn.

He rubbed your back gently, your body tensing up at his touch. He noticed and pulled away.

“You mean it?” you asked, uncertain why he would want to take you out on a date.

“Of course I do. I would’ve asked you that day at school but I didn’t want it to get weird.” He admitted.

None of us were looking at each other, our faces turned towards the television just as the male protagonist decided to kiss the female protagonist. Aww shucks…

In that split second, you remembered Eunji and Hanna’s words and came to your decision.

“Yes, I would like to go out with you.”

Normally, you wouldn’t care about going to a date with a guy. You would let the guy plan the first date, just to see if he would be able to impress you enough to encourage you for a second date.

With Jin, however, you rushed to Eunji first thing to get help.

Not only were you excited about this date, you were nervous, anxious if you would impress him enough to warrant a second date. This was a first for you.

Eunji took you shopping, got your hair and makeup done, and while Hanna kept a close eye nearby so she wouldn’t use you as an experiment, you had to admit Eunji had done a fine job.

Jin had only said to be casual for what he planned and he clearly liked what he saw because his eyes widened for a split second before a wide, beautiful smile lightened his face up.

“You look beautiful, how can you look so good in a sweater and jeans?” he asked and you had to stop yourself blushing. He had never complimented you like this, only going as far as saying you were cute on occasions. You figured that now that you were on a date, the dynamics had shifted.

You took his proffered hand as he made his way downstairs of your building. You could tell Eunji, at least was pressed up against your window watching and couldn’t conceal a smile.

“What do you have planned?” you asked as you stopped in front of the shiny red pickup truck.

“Well, if I told you, then it wouldn’t be a surprise now, would it?” he teased softly opening the door and helping me clamber in before getting in himself and driving us off.

Jin took you right out onto a stiles of a large park. There was a grassy mound and Jin parked right on top of that. He opened the door. “Stay right here, I’ll be back.” he said before slipping out into the night.

You waited for five minutes, before he opened your door, smile ready on his face as he beckoned you out.

You got out gingerly and he led you to the back of the truck and you stared in surprise at the truck bed, red pillows were crowded on top of a plush mattress and fluffy blankets were piled on top of them.

“How did you…? You gaped.

“You already told me your ideal date. We have a truck, we have stars,” he took off his shoes before jumping into the truck, you following.

You lay down at a respectable distance from him, careful not to come on too strong. He began to point out constellations to you and soon you guys were talking about things you might have missed in the weeks you’d known each other.

“So, no girlfriends?” you asked and he rolled his eyes.

“No one ever that serious; I was never in a place to properly hold a relationship and the girls who did express an interest were either the type of girls who thought the idea of a relationship is continuous partying and making out or were trying to get with Yoongi or Jimin.” He said.

“That’s horrible.” You said, frowning.

“What about you? Any guys I should be worried about back home?” he nudged my shoulder.

“Nope, no one really held my interest for long.” You said lightly mentally adding a ‘till I met you’ but the way he looked at you, you could tell he knew what you were thinking.

He leaned up on his elbows, turning his body to yours but a sharp ring broke the soft, peaceful atmosphere.

“Damn it,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, frowning at the ID. He held it up to his ear, listening before saying something in Korean which was clearly a dismissal although he said it too fast for you to catch it. He ended the call and slid it back in his pocket sitting up and giving you a disappointed look.

“I’m sorry about this, but we have to go.” He said.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, sitting up.

“One of my friends is in trouble. I’m the only one who can help. You…understand, don’t you?” he asked.

“Of course,” you nodded, unable to help feeling a little down.

The drive back to your building was quiet, you both lost in thoughts as he drove just a tab bit faster.

He jumped out as soon as you were in front of your house and you couldn’t help but think that maybe he was eager for this date to be over.

“I had a nice time.” You said curtly.

“Me too, I’m sorry I’m ending it like this.” He said in a rush.

You pursed your lips, fidgeting with your fingers as you both stood in awkward silence. Finally deciding to break it yourself, you shot him a grim smile and turned around to open the door when you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist, turning you back towards him.

“I mean it, I had a nice night and I would very much like to repeat it. I’ll call you.”

You gulped; feeling his eyes on you and you looked up to see his eyes intense and fixed on your lips.

He leaned in, closer, closer, your eyes fluttering and closing on their own accord as his warm sweet smell surrounded you. You felt the pressure of his lips against yours, hot and hard as his hands gripped both yours and pulled you closer to his chest. He pulled back to look at you with a searing gaze before pecking your lips again and then he was gone, striding towards the truck and slipping in, casting you one last glance before he drove off.

You stayed where you were, still feeling his against you before a slow smile made its way on your way. Maybe, ending the date like this wasn’t so bad…and he had earned himself another date.

#jin fanfic #jin smut #jin angst #bts fanfic #bts smut #bts angst #jin #bts #the man in the pink cape

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wild-stdreams · 5 years

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1-5, 8 & 9, 11 for stazel

Thank you lovely!! xo

1. What are things they both find funny?#dad jokes and they spend hours watching old vines on youtube (b/c who doesn’t???), anything inappropriate, they both have quite a dark sense of humour as well. 2. If they could each describe each other in one sentence, what would it be?hazel would describe spencer as “the biggest dork on the planet, with the biggest heart.” and spencer would describe hazel as “the number one ginger with a temper more fiery than her hair”3. If they complimented each other, what would they say?truthfully, they don’t always compliment each other about important things because they can both be a bit awkward about vocalising that kind of thing and are better at showing their appreciation of each other with actions rather than words and sometimes will even say things sarcastically that they actually kinda mean, like spencer will say “wow nice goth belt, murph” if hazel turns up wearing a studded belt or something when he actually does think she suits it. 4. What would be their ship name?STAZEL forever, i loved it so much that i refused to let it go when stiles became spencer lmao, stazel sounds so much better than spazel hahaha5. What activities do they enjoy together?They eat a LOT, mostly junk food. Watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer and gaming. Long drives to the beach, and sitting on the hood of Spencer’s Jeep to watch the sunset. 8. What were their first impressions of each other?Hazel rolled her eyes so hard they almost rolled into the back of her head the first time Spencer spoke to her at school, because at that time she was trying super hard to be popular like Laurel and being seen talking to Spencer was ‘social suicide’ but they got paired together on a science project and she quickly realised that they had lots in common and she actually had fun with him, compared to Laurel’s group of friends who made her feel inadequate and clumsy.9. Have they made each other cry?Ummm... yup. There’s plenty of tears to come in Paroxysm (sorry). Fun fact: they’ve made me cry chapter two already (but in a kinda happy way?) 11. What causes them to fight?Hazel’s the root of all their fights. Most of the fights they have are over her abilities/her dislike for anyone ever trying to help her... oh, and Maisie. They fight about Maisie a lot too.

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chubby-derek-and-friends · 6 years

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Two Scoops - Part 2

Stiles slid the plastic bowl across the table top, next to the one Derek was already eating out of.

“Mmmph…Okay,” Derek mumbled through a full mouth, “I will concede that pistachio and cherries jubilee do work really well together.”

Stiles smiled at the older boy as he watched him scrape the last of the pink and green ice cream with his spoon. “Told you so,” Stiles chided, “the sweetness of the cherries really goes well with the slight salt of the pistachio!”

“Mmm,” Derek swallowed, “And the tartness goes with that meatiness that the nuts give it. Then again, you guys have one of the best pistachios I’ve ever tasted, so it’s not surprising that other flavors go well with it.”

Stiles rolled his eyes. Derek had been coming into Finstock’s before and after his life guard shifts for two weeks now, and he never failed having some comment to make on the individual flavors. Not that it stopped him from eating the ice cream combinations that Stiles dished out.

Derek licked the spoon clean and pushed the empty bowl aside, pulling the new one towards him. “And what do we have here?”

Stiles stood up and assumed a fancy waiter stance with his arm held across his abdomen, and affected a fake nasal accent. “Our last dish for this evening is a delightful rainbow sherbet, accompanied by our decadent triple fudge brownie,” He said. “It might seem like a strange combination, but our head chef thinks it’s one of his finest creations.”

Derek raised a sardonic eyebrow. “Head chef?” he asked.

“Mmmmmyes, Chef Stilinski is quite well known in the ice cream world for his bold choices and very talented tongue.” Stiles replied.

Derek raised his other eyebrow, causing Stiles to blush at his own unintended entendre. Aside from the occasional faux pas on Stiles’s part, the main limit of his and Derek’s interaction was still this, server and patron. Derek’s taunt on that first visit to the shop seemed to have been nothing more than a friendly joke between friends, if the rest of their exchanges were anything to go by. Derek was polite, funny, kind, and totally uninterested in Stiles, to Stiles’s complete and utter frustration.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?” Stiles asked, tapping his fingers on his leg nervously.

Derek took a huge spoonful of the combined flavors and stuffed it in his mouth. “Mmmmmmm” He hummed, “Give my compliments to the chef!”

Stiles chuckled half-heartedly as he dashed back behind the counter. Ducking down behind the coolers, Stiles silently berated himself. Why the hell did he keep doing this to himself? Derek was obviously just a nice guy who liked ice cream, he wasn’t interested in Stiles, and he never would be.

Stiles peeked over the counter so he could see Derek sitting in the booth across the way. The older boy was looking at his phone with a frown on his face. He seemed upset about whatever he was reading. His eyebrows were furrowed, and Stiles could picture the wrinkle between them that showed up when Derek made a face like that. God, how he wished he could go over and smooth out that wrinkle, kiss the anger off Derek’s face, run his hands through Derek’s hair…No! No, Stiles! You need to let it go!

Stiles turned around and slid down the cooler to the floor. In a couple of weeks, Derek will be off at college and you will still be a junior in high school and no one wants a dork who works in Finstock’s ice cream parlor as a boyfriend, especially a guy like Derek. No matter how much he likes your ice cream combinations. Stiles let his shoulders sag sadly. He also really needed to mop the floor, it was disgusting.

Above him, someone cleared their throat, causing Stiles to jump. He quickly stood up to find Derek leaning over the case, staring at him.

“Hey,” Stiles said lamely.

“Hey,” Derek echoed. His eyebrows drew down, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah! Yes! Yep! Totally okay!” Stiles replied, too enthusiastically. “I’m right as rain. Which is a really weird saying, you know? Like, who thinks rain is right? I mean, maybe a farmer thinks rain is right. And California is in a drought right now. I wonder if it came from a country where rain doesn’t happen very often? Or maybe it came from a place like England where it rains all the time? Do you think-“

“-STILES!” Derek interrupted.

Stiles took a breath. “Oh, yeah, sorry. Maybe I need to lay off the sugar.”

Derek smiled at him. “Maybe. Though you were right about that flavor combo too. “ Derek held up the stack of empty plastic bowls he had in his hand. “Really good stuff.”

“Thanks,” Stiles said, reaching out to take the trash from the other boy. Derek handed it to him, letting their fingers brush for a moment. Stiles felt goose bumps spring up across his shoulders from the contact.

“So what do I owe you?” Derek asked.

Stiles shook his head. “Nah, don’t worry about it.”

Derek sighed, “Come on Stiles, this is your job. Finstock can’t be happy that you keep giving away six free scoops of ice cream every day.”

Stiles smiled. “Actually, since you started coming in, we’ve been getting more business, so I think you’re actually helping.”

“Uh huh,” Derek said, unconvinced. An unexpected burp burbled up from Derek’s stomach, causing him to blush. “Oh, excuse me,” he mumbled, patting his stomach.

Stiles took the opportunity to glance down at Derek’s body. His shape hadn’t changed that much, but where his tank top used to almost hug his abs, now there was a distinct rounding where the definition used to be. Stiles licked his lips unconsciously. The idea of Derek putting on weight because of the ice cream Stiles was supplying him sent a thrill of excitement through Stiles, though he didn’t really know why. He just knew that he wanted it to continue.

“So,-” Derek said, snapping Stiles attention back to his face, “-I really feel like a need to repay you somehow. Maybe…” Derek’s chin dipped down bashfully. “…maybe I could take you to dinner?” When Derek’s eyes came back up to Stiles’s face, it was to see a look of utter shock.

“Dinner?” Stiles asked.

“Yeah,” Derek replied, “You know, food? The evening meal? You? Me? Eating?”

Stiles was still not understanding. “You want to have dinner? With me?”

Derek started to look concerned. “Yeah. That’s what I said. I mean, we don’t have to. I don’t, I mean…you don’t…fuck.” Derek backed away from the counter, his face falling. ‘You’re straight, aren’t you? Fuck, I really messed this up. Crap!” Derek turned towards the door like he was about to bolt, which was the only thing that got Stiles moving.

He practically jumped over the counter to grab Derek’s arm. “Wait!” He said, half hanging off the glass case. The plastic bowls made a thwack as they flew out of Stiles's hand.

Derek froze, his face somewhere between afraid and hopeful.

Stiles swallowed, then steeled himself to look up into Derek’s eyes. “I would love to have dinner with you.”

There was a beat, when neither of them moved, then Derek let a small smile start to bloom across his face. “You would?”

Stiles nodded, not really trusting himself to speak.

“Like,…as a date?” Derek added.

Stiles smiled, feeling suddenly ridiculously happy. “God yes.”

Derek’s smile blossomed, causing his eyes to crinkle. “Really?”

Stiles nodded again. “Of course I would!”

“Okay,” Derek said, “um…I’ll pick you up when you get off?”

Stiles smirked. “Wow, getting a little ahead of ourselves, aren’t we?”

Derek frowned, “huh? I…Oh,” he said, blushing.

Stiles laughed. Finally, it was Derek’s turn to make the innuendo!

Derek tried to look put out, but it only took a few moment before he was laughing loudly along with Stiles. All the tension that had built up seemed to drain away and both boys relaxed.

Stiles used his free hand to wipe his eyes. “Okay, so, you’re gonna pick me up at 7?” He asked.

“Yeah,” Derek said. He smiled and looked into Stiles eyes. “I’m really excited.”

Stiles smiled in response. “Me too.”

Derek turned to leave the store, more sedately this time.

“Um, Derek?”

Derek turned around, looking back at Stiles who was dangling awkwardly off the cases.

“Can you help me get down before you leave?”

Derek rolled his eyes as he walked back and half-lifted Stiles over the cases and put him on the ground. Stiles found himself pressed against Derek’s body, his hand resting against the softness at Derek’s waistline. Stiles licked his lips as he stared at Derek up close. Derek’s breath seemed to catch at their proximity.

After a moment, Stiles pulled back. “See you in an hour.” He said softly.

Derek nodded. “See you.”

Stiles watched the older boy walk out of the shop. From behind, Stiles could see that Derek had tiny love handles blooming over the waistband of his trunks, and that his ass was definitely bigger than it used to be.

Stiles licked his lips again as a pang of desire burned through him at the thought of feeding Derek more ice cream. He had some research to do.

#get-beached #two scoops #Ice Cream Vendor #staff/patron relationship #chubby lifeguard #Chubby Teen Wolf #chubby Derek Hale #chubby!derek #Chubby!sterek #feeder!Stiles

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lumalaya · 6 years

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summer films ‘18

hi there! to clarify, this is a log of films i’ve seen this summer, not exactly films set in the summer, so if you’re here for that, i’m sorry?

anyway, here we go!

1. kasal (2018) / dir. ruel s. bayani ♡ 180525 ♡ girl is engaged to the son of cebu’s current mayor who is currently preparing for elections, but her ex comes back and tries to win her back ♡ cliche, i know, but trust me, this movie deals with this plotline in a very interesting way ♡ and come on, it’s bea alonzo and paulo avelino, two icons 2. high school musical (2006) / dir. kenny ortega ♡ 180614 ♡ iconic, i love troy bolton, thanks for reminding me ♡ i know sharpay isn’t that bad but she’s still a bully lol ♡ the choreography for when there was me and you got me dying i love it ♡ fave song: stick to the status quo 3. high school musical 2 (2007) / dir. kenny ortega ♡ 180622 ♡ my least favorite in the trilogy ♡ there was so much unnecessary drama they should’ve cut troy some slack ♡ i hate chad danforth, that’s all ♡ fave song: you are the music in me 4. high school musical 3: senior year (2008) / dir. kenny ortega ♡ 180622 ♡ my favorite in the trilogy! ♡ i still hate chad tho lol but i love taylor so much she’s my favorite character! ♡ i wish they elaborated more on gabriella though, because i like to imagine an alternate ending where she declines stanford and stays in albuquerque for another year which disappoints everyone and puts a strain on her relationship with troy. that would’ve been so interesting! ♡ fave song: i love all of them, but if i had to choose, the boys are back 5. kimmy dora 2: the temple of kiyeme (2009) / dir. joyce bernal ♡ 180626 ♡ the only reason i watched this was because i had a terrible pimple on my forehead and it reminded me of some horror movie then i realized it was this so i had to look for the particular scene ♡ the movie was really bad, as expected ♡ but i absolutely love eugene domingo!! she’s so talented i really admire her as an actress

6. before sunrise (1995) / dir. richard linklater ♡ 180630 ♡ this was the day my internet ultimately stopped working (for four days, if i may add) so i thought hey why not start that movie marathon i’ve been meaning to do ♡ i was excited to watch this because it’s a known pop culture reference, and also because it’s seulgi’s favorite movie ♡ it’s unique! it’s not easy to film a story that revolves around two people who’ve just met walking around in a city neither of them knows ♡ i liked this movie but it wasn’t that spectacular or anything, i think it lacks emotion and excitement ♡ but please, do not get off a train in europe with someone you’ve just met that is dangerous

7. before sunset (2004) / dir. richard linklater ♡ 180630 ♡ i knew nothing about this so i was actually surprised to see the same actors nine years after before sunrise’s release ♡ i like this better than the first one! céline shows the emotions i was looking for ♡ it’s much simpler and easier to follow because it really is just them walking around and talking to continue the story because of the short amount of time they have together

8. before midnight (2013) / dir. richard linklater ♡ 180630 ♡ this movie is the reason i watched the series! it was mentioned in it’s okay, that’s love so i thought i needed to watch this, and honestly, it helped me understand the characters from iotl a bit better! ♡ it ended up being my favorite film of the three ♡ it’s more complex than the first two because it introduces more characters and is set in more locations ♡ after years of watching and reading romcoms, this made me believe in love

9. gone girl (2014) / dir. david fincher ♡ 180701 ♡ i knew nothing about this film except that there was a girl and she was missing and the plot is unexpected? ♡ i won’t say much on this because it’s amazing when you watch it without knowing anything ♡ but it is CRAZY it hecked me up so much wow ♡ will try reading the book when i can!! 10. the grand budapest hotel (2014) / dir. wes anderson ♡ 180701 ♡ my first wes anderson film (finally) ♡ bored me at first because sadly, i can’t relate to rich european men who live in hotels and have sex with elderly women ♡ but it is so much more than that! it’s funny and deals with loyalty, the war, and crap immigrants go through ♡ yes, the cinematography is unique and beautiful, but i couldn’t appreciate it much from years of seeing wes anderson stills on my social media ♡ i went into this without knowing anything about it, but i wish i’d watched the trailer beforehand because that would’ve helped me appreciate it more 11. the fault in our stars (2014) / dir. josh boone ♡ 180702 ♡ i was bored and looking through my sister’s hard drive and i thought hey why not watch sad western teen books-turned-movies i used to glorify years ago ♡ it was alright but knowing every line, song, facial expression that would come next made it worse ♡ john green’s cameo is so awkward it’s almost funny ♡ i hope i never meet an augustus waters in my life 12. if i stay (2014) / dir. r.j. cutler ♡ 180703 ♡ part 2 of sad western teen books-turned-movies i used to glorify ♡ the story is pretty good but the film itself isn’t as good as i remembered ♡ i’m still so in love with jamie blackley after four years he’s so handsome and his voice is beautiful ♡ chloe moretz’s acting is really awkward though it’s almost painful to watch ♡ it made me want to reread the sequel where she went though! 13. she’s dating the gangster (2014) / dir. cathy garcia-molina ♡ 180705 ♡ i started this with an open mind and some expectations because although i hated on it for no reason years ago, i wanted to give it a chance ♡ but i’m sorry it really is bad ♡ kenji delos reyes is manipulative and selfish i hope i never meet a guy like him 14. grave of the fireflies (1988) / dir. isao takahata ♡ 180706 ♡ two siblings in the middle of a war ♡ watched this because a friend wanted to rabbit with me! ♡ i haven’t seen a ghibli film in a while so this was refreshing ♡ really sad though :( 15. 10 things i hate about you (1999) / dir. gil hunger ♡ 180706 ♡ guy is paid to date girl lol ♡ julia stiles is so beautiful :( i love her ♡ pretty funny actually! ♡ also watched this because friends wanted to rabbit with me :> 16. i’m drunk, i love you (2017) / dir. jp habac ♡ 180707 ♡ i finally, finally watched this ♡ not gonna lie it disappointed me? so many people loved it but for me it was eh ♡ paulo avelino’s character was pretty lacking for me, i wish they’d elaborated more on him ♡ but i liked the group dynamic because they’re not the wholesome, fake happy kind of friends, seeing them interact made me feel like they’re people i really know in real life (which made me miss my own friends) ♡ even jasmine’s character felt real because she’s probably someone i’d know HAHA ♡ fun fact: i’ve listened to the song lloydy long before watching this because i mean? a song about john lloyd? sign me up 17. that thing called tadhana (2014) / dir. antoinette jadaone ♡ 180708 ♡ another film i finally watched after multiple pop culture references ♡ i actually kinda liked it! it literally has a spiel about john lloyd of course i do but it gets better when the main characters become comfortable with each other ♡ i find it interesting that the director also directed love you to the stars and back which is another film that revolves around two people, both dealing with stuff, who’d just met and decide to go on a journey together ♡ the characters also feel pretty realistic/relatable once you get to know them 18. the spectacular now (2013) / dir. james ponsoldt ♡ 180709 ♡ part 3 of sad western teen books-turned-movies i used to glorify ♡ the only reason i rewatched this was because it was the shortest of the films i had at the time and i needed something to pass the time while loading episodes of svt club ♡ i mean it’s okay? not bad not good and i don’t even like miles teller ♡ shailene woodley perfectly plays the part of the awkward oblivious girl (and that’s not a compliment) 19. the breakup playlist (2015) / dir. dan villegas ♡ 180716 ♡ this film was so refreshing to watch?? sarah portrayed a youthful musician just starting out so so well i love her so much what a great first sarah g movie for me ♡ piolo made me fall in love with him and later on hate him, as he should ♡ i love opm kaya seeing the gig scene, some actual artists like ebe dancel, and looots of covers of songs like wag na wag mong sasabihin by kitchie nadal and with a smile by eraserheads ♡ i understand now why people love paano bang magmahal HAHAHA 20. barcelona: a love untold (2016) / dir. olivia lamasan ♡ 180717 ♡ alright so remember how i absolutely hated sdtg? ♡ I LOVED THIS FILM SO. MUCH. ♡ kathniel matured a lot in two years and i think they were perfect for this!! they really showed certain struggles of young adults and did not disappoint ♡ it also shows filipino values for family, utang ng loob, ofw struggles, etc ♡ and of course the cinematography is beautiful HUHU i mean it’s barcelona!! 21. my annoying brother (2016) / dir. kwon soo-kyung ♡ 180721 ♡ honestly took me a bit to get into it ♡ i expected it to be funny and although it did make me laugh a lot why were there tears :((( ♡ kyungsoo is so, so, so talented i admire him so much as an actor now ♡ really hits you in the feels! a really beautiful story about two brothers 22. so i married an anti-fan (2016) / dir. kim jae-young ♡ 180724 ♡ meh ♡ it took some getting used to seeing chanyeol being all snobbish and cool instead of his usual loud happy self ♡ of course it’s overdramatic for the comedy, but the hate-turned-love isn’t even that good lol it’s just unreasonable but whatever ♡ the lead girl reminds me of arci munoz HAHA 23. wonder (2017) / dir. stephen chbosky ♡ 180725 ♡ we watched this during my summer program and i was actually pretty excited because i remember loving the book! ♡ this honestly teaches you a lot not even just from the perspective of children but also as teenagers, parents, friends, etc ♡ i thoroughly enjoyed it!

#films #movies #recs #recommendations #reviews #film reviews #movie reviews #film recs #movie recs #high school musical #filipino films #i love troy bolton #sad western teen books-turned-movies i used to glorify #before series

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bmongmong · 3 years

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Chapter 9 - No words

Blue pill or red pill - Jungkook

Description: You're a young girl, who's a little bit introverted and afraid to be under everybody's eyes. You only have your best friend, but it's ok for you. You don't want to be popular and believe in minimal things. One day you meet a guy. Or two?

Jungkook x Reader

The imagines I used are not mine Credit to the owners

Y/n pov

After a bit we arrived to our destination. As we get off of the subway I feel Jungkook holding my hand. I smile and blush, but I want to show him that I care about our "relationship". So I naturally intertwined our fingers. He looks a bit surprised by my actions and whispers:

"You're so cute"

Uffff why am I always the one that blushes really hard? He's too good at this, even though he didn't date many girls. I feel really great with him, I feel safe.

As we go up the stairs, I see the sea from far away. Oh my god. A date. At the beach. Watching the sunset together. I think I can die in piece after that.

"I know it's early now, but we can wait for the sunset and go and dip our feet in the sea" Jungkook proposes. I'm really excited, as we reach the beach I quickly let go of is hand and start running.

"Try and catch me if you can!" I shout at him. But I'm dumb. I'm wearing high heels and I'm running on the sand.

I hear his laugh getting closer and closer until he reaches me and takes me in his arms, carrying me bridal stile.

"I won" he says with a cocky smile "I need a prize"

"Ummh, do you deserve it?" I say, still in his arms. He just nods trying to hold back his smile, but obviously fails. "Ok I'll give it to you"

"Yesss! Finally-"

"Later" I cut him off. I see him disappointed a bit, but I want to play a little. Also I want to find the perfect moment. "Come on! Let's dip our feet in the sea!" I say getting off of him and removing my heals.

"Ok princess" he whispers, but I could hear what he said. That made me blush very hard. I actually liked that.

As we dip our feet together, we start screaming and laughing. We ran and jumped for a bit, then he takes my hand and I rest my head on his chest as we keep laughing. It's a bit difficult to stand still, since I can feel my feet sinking down the sand. To prevent me from falling, he hugs me tight, holding my head with one hand and caressing my back with the other one.

"This is perfect" I whisper, so that he can't hear me.

"What did you say?" I can feel his heart beating so fast.

"Nothing" I say with a childish tone. He starts tickling me and now we're back to laughing out loud. We look like an actual couple. Except that we're not. I really wish things between him and me would be like this for forever.

About an hour has passed and now it's 7.30 PM.

"Let's go and eat dinner" Jungkook proposes as he puts on his shoes, after his feet were fully dried.

"Yessss, let's go!" I say "I'm really hungry right now!"

We're now at the restaurant, eating our food.

"You were really hungry y/n!" Jungkook says smiling like crazy, as he sees my already empty plate. Then he cuts a bit of his steak and stick it to his fork. "Here, say ahhh" he says bringing the fork close to my mouth.

"It's embarrassing..." I say blushing and checking around us if someone was looking.

"You still have to give me my prize" he says knowing that he was right. I give in and open my mouth. "Aaaaammmmmm" he says as he puts the piece of meat inside my mouth. "You're so cute y/n" he states as he looks at me chewing the piece of meat.

He gave me a pretty big piece and now my cheeks are full. I probably look stupid. But he seems to enjoy this, so it's ok.

After he finished, he asks the waiter for the bill and eventually he received it.

"How much is it?" I ask him "Should we pay half and half?"

He hides the bill inside his pocket and gives the waiter banknotes.

"Thank you so much" he says to the staff man as he goes away.

"Jungkook!! I wanted to pay too! You've already paid for the subway ticket and now you're also paying for the dinner" I say pouting.

"Y/n seriously. Stop it. I'm the man, I pay" he says smiling.

"But also women should pay..." say looking at the table. I feel a little bit guilty. He does so much for me, and the only thing I did to him was to hurt him.

"Ehi princess" he says patting my hair "Please don't be sad, I really want to pay"

After that we go out of the restaurant and decided to go to the beach again. As we get close enough the sea we decide to sit on he ground. But before doing that, Jungkook takes off his jacket and put it on the sand and gestures me to sit on it. I nod and smile. He's really kind and heartwarming.

While we admired the beautiful sunset, we started talking about random stuff, from school to my parents. We were laughing and smiling like crazy. I felt so happy, I really couldn't stop smiling. I felt the excitement running through my body.

It's very dark now so we decide to turn on our phones' flashlights.

"Oh I have a surprise!" I say searching for something in my purse.

"What is it?" Jungkook says laughing a bit.

"Ta-daaaa! Soap bubbles!" I say as I open the lid and making some bubbles.

"Wow it look so pretty" he says as he pops a bubble. "Like you" I choke a little, inhaling some soap, due to the surprise. I mean, he's been complimenting me all day, but I didn't expect it right now.

As we make some more bubbles, I look at Jungkook and suddenly feel something hitting my heart really hard.

It doesn't hurt, but it makes me cry without realizing.

"Y/n why are you crying?" Jungkook says worried "What happened?" he says rubbing my tears away with his thumb. I don't really pay attention to his question. I'm mesmerized by his self being. He's really perfect, in everything. I think I just fell in love.

"Y/n answer me! What's wrong?"

"O-Oh, sorry, I think some bubbles went into my eyes" I find an excuse. He seems to believe it, since he sighted in relief. Then he got back to making some more bubbles.

"Jungkook" I say. It's not like I'm the one who said it. It's more like my mouth spoke by itself.

"Yes?" he says without looking at me. He's too busy making bubbles.

"Do you want your prize?" I ask.

"What do you mean y/n? You already gave me the prize. When you let me feed you the piece of steak. I didn't win any other game" he says confused and now looking at me.

"You're right. You didn't win any other game. You won over my heart" and without thinking about it twice, I connect our lips. He seems shocked at first, but after a couple of seconds I feel his right hand on my left cheek.

Then we pull away and look at each other. But I want more.

I close again the space between us and give him a long kiss. I can feel him whining a bit and his tongue brushing against my lips, asking for entrance. I open my mouth, letting his wet tongue invading it.

Our tongues are now moving in sink at a slow pace. It's a very romantic kiss.

But things get heated pretty soon. I feel both of his hands on my waist and suddenly he lifts me up, making me sit on his lap, with his hips in between my thighs.

I fasten the pace of the kiss and I hear him groaning, as I deepen the kiss even more. His hands are now resting on my lower back, pressing my body against his, while I move my hips to the rhythm of the kiss.

I can hear him mumbling something in between the kiss.

"Y/n...you make me go crazy"

I go rougher on the kiss to make him stop talking. Not that I don't like it when he says these kind of things, but now I need him.

My hands trail from the back of is neck to his pumped chest. I press the right one against his left pectoral and I feel his heartbeat going crazy.

I feel him pulling away, but before he could do that, I bite his lower lip, making him moan.

"That's exactly how I imagined it, since the beginning" he says breathing hard and running out of breath.

We're both breathing hard and trying to calm down. He cups my cheeks with his hands and presses our foreheads together. We lock eyes together and just stare at each other. Before standing up, he presses our lips together one more time and kisses me passionately.

"It's time to go" I say smiling through the kiss. I hear him whining, but he keeps going. His hands are now all over my body and I feel like I can't contain my little moans. I slightly push him away and say:

"Jungkook, we're going to be late" and I stand up putting on my shoes. I see him leaning his body a little bit backwards and looking down.

"What's wrong Jungkook?" I ask a bit concerned. But then I notice where he's exactly looking. I can see something pocking through his white jeans. I widen my eyes and blush really hard. I turn around, giving him time and privacy to fix himself. I didn't think it was that easy.

I can hear him standing up and putting on his jacket and, still facing the other way, I say shyly:

"Let's go"

But I feel some arms around my belly.

"I'm sorry y/n" he says, but I can feel him smiling a bit "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable"

"Don't worry Jungkook. I-I'm also sorry, I didn't want to do....that" I say covering my face due to embarrassment.

After that we eventually got to the subway and after a bit, we arrived at our hometown. Now we're walking towards home on the dark and empty road. He insisted to get me home first, like always.

We're almost here, but before heading towards the entrance, he pulls me into a hug.

"I really hope you had fun today" he says caressing my upper back. I nod at his statement and hug him back.

"Can I have...." I whisper.

"Can you have...what?" he says confused. I don't answer and just hide my face in his chest. I'm too shy to say this out loud.

"Perhaps you want this" he says taking my face with his hands and lifting it up, so that now I'm looking at him. Before moving, he gives me a reassuring smile and then connects our lips together. This time, I'm the one who asks for entrance. As I brush my tongue against his lips I hear him chuckling a bit and eventually giving up, making his tongue meeting mine. As we deepen the kiss, we hear someone talking:

"Wow, so you guys are a couple uh?"

We quickly pull away and turn around to meet the person who just talked. I can't believe my eyes. Jungwook. What is he doing here, outside my house?

"W-What are you doing here?" Jungkook asks his brother.

"I could ask you the same, little brother" he has an evil smirk. Then his attention drafts to me. His gaze makes me remember all the things that happened between us and with that, my anxiety comes back and hits my body.

"I came here for a reason" the evil one says "You know that I love you, right?" he says looking at his brother, who's now crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. "I want to tell you the truth, because I don't want you to suffer anymore" and with that I feel like the world fell on top of me. I feel my legs shaking.

"What do you mean?" Jungkook says confused "Now I've finally found my happiness" he says referring to me.

"And I'm glad about that" his brother says smiling "But I want to tell you that, your happiness is just an illusion" he says pointing at me. Jungkook looks at me confused, but he changes expression as soon as he sees mine. All my facial muscles are clenched and my mouth trembles.

"Y/n. Is everything ok?" he says a bit worried. I don't answer and just look at Jungwook, who's now approaching us. He puts his hands on both of mine and Jungkook's shoulder and says:

"Did she tell you?" he locks eyes with his brother and I start to feel a bit dizzy. Jungkook shakes his head in response, not knowing what to expect.

"I guess I'm the one that has to tell you" Jungwook says glancing at me for a second and focusing on his bother right after. "One day I was at a café with Jimin and we coincidentally met Rosé and Y/n"

I feel my eyes wet as I remember about that day. All my emotion gathering up at my brain, giving me total confusion.

"Jimin and Rosé had to talk about something" the long haired guy continues "and left me and y/n alone. We talked for a bit, bickering a little. You know, she's a hot head. But then...I find her lips on mine"

I see Jungkook's face dropping and finally I feel a tear leaving my eyes.

"What? That's not true!" I say interrupting him "you kissed me!" I try to defend myself.

"It's that true y/n?" the poor guy asks me with tears in his eyes. I stay silent and Jungwook answers for me.

"Of course it's true, but she didn't want to tell you. I guess she thought you wouldn't believe her"

"Why....Why y/n?" Jungkook says stuttering a bit. He's not mad or sad. He's disappointed. His facial expression is killing me inside. I feel the guiltiness and the pain building up as the conversation goes on.

I know that's not how things went, but no words come out of my mouth.

"Oh and also Friday night, at Jimin's birthday." Jungwook continues grinning a bit. "She was staring at my body as I danced to the rhythm of the music. Her gaze didn't leave me for a second!" he says in disbelief, but he's faking it.

"Stop it..." I say at a low voice.

"Then she approached me" he says smirking.

"Stop it..." I repeat as he goes on.

"And she pressed her back against my body" he says now looking at Jungkook. I keep telling him to stop at a low voice, but he doesn't want to listen to me.

"Then I started kissing her neck and she even pressed my head deeper, in order to make her feel more pleasure"

"Please stop it..." I say sobbing silently.

"She didn't push me away" Jungwook continues. From his tone, it seems like he's the right one "I guess she really liked my dick rubbing against her ass-"

I slap him really hard on the face. He's looking at me smirking, as he cups his cheek with one hand. Jungkook is looking at the ground. None of us is saying a word. Until:

"Y/n... if you'd told me, I would have believed you. After all of this time. After today. After all of our hugs" Jungkook says as I start crying harder "After our kisses...I don't think I can believe you now"

With that I feel like someone hit my heart with a hammer. I felt a shot and then nothing for about two or three seconds. But right after it felt like hell.

I know it didn't go this way, but all that leave my mouth are only hums and stutters. I forgot how to speak. I reach out for his hand, but he quickly puts it in his pocket.

He looks at me, one more time. Shakes his head with his teary eyes. And leaves right after. I feel my legs shaking even more, till I can't stand and fall on the ground. Then Jungwook lowers his body at my level and says:

"I told you I wanted to do something fun" his smirk doesn't leave his mouth.

I see him walking away too, leaving me out of my house, still on the ground. I stay like this for a bout 5 minutes processing what just happened.

Rosé's pov

It's very late now, but for some reason I can't sleep. I'm still waiting for y/n to tell me about her day, when I hear a knock on my door. I quickly go towards the entrance, hoping that my parents won't wake up. I slowly open and...

Y/n is standing there, with her make-up all over her face and really red eyes. She doesn't say a word. I look around to see if my parents were somewhere near us and when I see no one, I quickly grab her wrist and drag her to my room.

She doesn't say a word. As she sits on my bed, I look for a pajamas to give her and after finding one, I ask her:

"Did you warned you parents that you're not going home?" she just shakes her head. I look for her phone in her purse and quickly send a text message to her mum, pretending I was y/n.

After she changed and I helped her taking off her ruined make-up, I make her sit on the bed again and ask her to tell me everything.

"Jungwook....that bastard" I say in between my teeth "I swear tomorrow I'll break his legs-"

"No Rosé" she interrupts me "He's right. It's my fault" it looks like she's hiding her emotion. I want her to open up and take out all the pain. At least for tonight.

"That's not true y/n. We all know how things really went. It was him all along." She knows I'm right, but I don't know why, she keeps blaming it all on herself.

I take her hands and look at the ground. The I finally hear her start sobbing hard.

"I know it's not my fault" she says showing me a really painful expression "But if only I told him..."

Maybe that's right. If she told him about the kiss, I think things would have been ok by now. Jungkook is not that type of guy who just gets mad and throw stuff. He would have listened to her and also believed her. But we can't turn back in time.

After crying for half an hour, she fell asleep and so did I. Now it's really early in the morning and me and y/n are heading out of my house before my parents could wake up. As we pass by her house she says:

"Today I feel like I don't want to go to school"

It's the first time she stays home from school. I guess this episode is really too much to handle for her. I nod and see her getting inside her house. I don't think she'll tell the truth to her parents. Maybe she'll just say that she feels a bit sick.

Now it's my turn.

I'm walking as fast as I can to school and once I entre my classroom, I surprisingly find only Jungwook and Jimin.

"You asshole" I say as I walk fast towards the long haired guy and punch him in the face. I feel Jimin's harms around my body and pulling my up so that now my feet are not touching the ground.

"Rosé, calm down!" my boyfriend says to me "What happened?"

"This bastard deserves a lesson" I say looking angrily at Jungwook, who's now smirking like crazy.

"So" he says "I guess your friend already told you everything" he's really cocky and bossy. I suddenly spit on his face, earning an evil laugh from him.

"Rosé!" Jimin calls my name "Stop it! Can you tell me what happened?"

"This son of a bitch ruined the relationship between y/n and Jungkook. He told his brother bullshits. We all know that's not how things went" I'm really angry and I think it shows. If Jimin lets go of me, I think I'll really beat Jungwook up.

"You told you brother about the kiss?" Jimin asks the evil guy.

"Not only that. I also told him about how me and y/n danced together, grinding at each other's body"

With that, I break free from Jimin's hold and push Jungkook against the wall. I was about to punch him again when I heard someone behind me talking.

"Stop this" it's Jungkook.

"Jungkook!" I shout turning to him "You know that's not how it really went! He told you the wrong version of the story! If you only listen to y/n, I'm sure everything will be alr-"

"Stop it. I've heard enough from everyone of you" he says. He's not mad. Not sad. I can't describe his state. He looks emotionless, but at the same time very hurt. I'd never expect our group to end up like this.

No words.

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