#I mean. it somewhat is since rhis is a worry I have had for a while now

[fitzselfships]

(Suspected but at this point it probably straight up is) bpd is so fucked up like I'm sitting here like "Wow I can't wait for ep 3 of tadc so I can finally have more Zooble content!! :D" but then immediately after I'm like "if they give Zooble a canon love interest at any point in this series I will absolutely not be okay"

[niall-is-my-dream]

No Longer Afraid

“Good morning, Rhi!” Roman said to you in a far-too-perky manner for the time of the morning - even if it was Friday.

“Erm…good morning.” you replied, climbing into the car before struggling to fasten your seat belt. Roman took your coffee flask from you whilst you buckled up.

“Have you seen this morning who your boyfriend is linked to?” He asked, smirking.

“Ha! Who is it now? Some random girl I expect.” You replied, laughing.

“Well, it’s you actually!” He smiled.

You nearly spat your coffee all over him and yourself.

“Me?!” You asked, feeling your body tense and a sick feeling rise in your gut.

“Yeah, you! He said in an interview in Japan that you were his celebrity crush.”

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What is he playing at?!” you whispered.

“Oh, come on. It was bound to come out soon enough. I mean, you’ve been together almost a year.” He said, not understanding why you were so upset by it.

“I know…I just…I don’t think I can deal with it being public.” you replied with a sigh.

What had possessed him to say that? Then, once Roman had shown you the interview, you knew why. It was a quick fire round of questions and he was kicking a football up in the air at the same time. The idea being that the person would be distracted fully from the question and answer honestly. And he had.

Niall had practically outed your relationship.

It’s not that you were ashamed of it - and some people did know. Roman, for one, and a few close friends as well as both your families. Working the Capital One Breakfast Show with Roman everyday meant that he had noticed a significant change in your mood around the time you’d started dating Niall. He knew something was up with you and pinpointed it to being that you were obviously getting great sex. That’s when you had told him that you’d been seeing Niall for a few months. If you were honest after he’d asked you for your number at The Summertime Ball last June, you didn’t expect Niall to call. And when he did call you, you hadn’t expected him to ask you out. But, almost a year later, you were still together and had fallen in love.

You quickly got out your phone and typed a message to Niall. Though, you knew he wouldn’t reply since he would be on his way home from Japan. He’d been out touring in Australia and Asia for 3 weeks now.

“Oh god! Everyone’s going to be talking about us.” You said, resting your head back against your seat.

“No they won’t. It’s fine. No one probably knows.”

“You know! You read it this morning!”

“Look…I’m not going to mention it on the show - and if anyone says anything to you, just laugh it off.”

“Ok.”

“He’s getting back today, isn’t he?”

“Yeah. He should have landed by now, actually.” You replied, checking your watch.

“You should probably discuss this with him later. I honestly don’t know how you two have managed to keep it hidden for so long.” He smiled, shaking his head.

This was true. You’d never imagined it would stay a secret this long. You’d been working at Capital One for three years now and working along side Roman for two of those. You weren’t particularly well known, but did occasionally get recognised. One of the perks of radio was people only knew your voice. However, since you had been assisting Roman on the breakfast show, you’d appeared on his Instagram almost daily. Plus, you helped present and interview people at the annual Summertime Ball, which is where you’d met Niall.

You’d been instantly attracted to him. Who wasn’t?! He was absolutely gorgeous. He literally charmed the pants off you. You’d done a few interviews with him and hung out back stage laughing with him and his band. Eventually, he managed to get you alone and asked, “Can I maybe get your number?” You mumbled yes, completely baffled by the whole thing.

Your first date had been at a restaurant in the city and you’d arrived separately so you weren’t seen. It had been an amazing first date: great food and company. The conversation flowed easily at dinner, but when he’d dropped you off at your flat, an awkward chat had occurred.

“So I guess this is goodnight then?” He asked, smiling, his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah. I suppose it is.” You smiled back.

You were desperate for him to kiss you and you weren’t sure if he would. His blue eyes had glanced between your eyes and your lips a few times and you blushed. He leaned in and kissed you softly and you melted into his arms on your doorstep.

Fast forward almost a year and you’d managed numerous dates. You’d been to his LA house three times, met his family in Ireland, and even traveled to Portugal together. And you’d never been spotted by fans. You were both really good at not being seen together and it had become second nature to you.

Your cab pulled up outside the studios and you and Roman headed inside to get set up for your show. The sun was beginning to rise as you sat at your desk and finished another coffee.

Would it be so bad if people found out about your relationship? You’d both agreed it was best to keep it under wraps - but did he still feel that way? You definitely needed to talk to him later.

You opened up your Twitter and noticed a few mentions of the interview, but not much else - and the same when you looked at your IG. You were hoping that the fact that Rhiannon Jones was probably a common name - and that Roman was the main presenter of the show - meant no one would click.

No one in the office mentioned it during the show. But, in the meeting after the show, one of the runners asked if you’d heard about the interview. You said that Roman had told you and brushed it off as nothing.

You couldn’t wait to get home that afternoon. You arrived back at your place by 2pm and quickly grabbed a late lunch. Niall texted you saying that he had slept a bit and was coming over at 3 - and that he wanted to talk to you about stuff.

Stuff?

What was stuff? You hoped that the attention the interview had brought didn’t make him think that you should end things. Your mind was running a million miles an hour as you showered and changed. You pulled on some leggings and a top before tying up your hair in a messy bun. You’d been pacing around the living room for what seemed like hours when he knocked on your door.

You opened it to find him standing there in his comfy clothes and a cap. He’d brought his over night bag, which you saw as a good sign. His smile beamed and you smiled back as he walked across the threshold and pulled you close to him. He walked you backwards holding tightly onto your hip before kicking the door closed and dumping his bag beside him.

“Mmmmm…I missed you so much.” He whispered as he wrapped both his arms around your waist and kissed you. You had missed him to and your hands found their way to his head and you pulled off his cap, flinging it to the floor. One of your favourite things to do was to play with his hair; there was something so good about running your fingers through his thick locks.

He loved it when you tugged on it while kissing and especially during sex.

He moved his lips down to your neck and you whispered back. ��Missed you too.”

He kissed along your neck and back up to your mouth. Resting his forehead against yours as he looked at you. Both of you smiling like idiots.

“As much as I want to take you to your bed right now and show you exactly how much I’ve missed you, we should probably talk first.” He said smirking.

You exhaled deeply. You’d been worried about this chat, but knowing that he wasn’t about to end it eased your worry somewhat.

“Come on. Let’s get a coffee.” You said, pulling away from him. His hands never left your hips as you turned and walked into the kitchen. He stroked across your back gently with his thumbs as you filled the kettle.

“So I slipped up slightly!” He chuckled.

“Yeah. Just slightly.” You chuckled back.

“Are you mad with me?” He asked nervously.

“No. Should I be?”

“No. It’s just…I know you didn’t want people to find out.”

“Well, you don’t either. I just am afraid about what people will say about me…about us. I’m torn between wanting to be more open - and being proud to be the one who gets to hold your hand - and then thinking it would be easier to just keep it a secret longer.”

“Yeah, I know… but now I’m wondering if we should maybe be more open. I’m not afraid anymore.”

“Are you sure? I mean, I don’t need you to tell people. I know how much you hate when people speculate about who you’re dating.”

“We are hardly just dating, petal. This isn’t a fling. We are in a relationship together. I love you.”

You blushed at his words, turned towards the mugs, and began pouring the coffee into them. You said you loved each other roughly 4 months into your relationship. A few weeks later, during a drunken night alone, you both declared that you’d both loved each other for a while, but were too scared to say anything. You smiled as you remembered the night he’d told you he loved you for the first time.

You’d arrived in Dublin on an early flight. Niall had gone the night before. Niall’s cousin had come to pick you up and took you to back to Mullingar. It was the first time you had met his family and they couldn’t have been more welcoming. His Mum had embraced you and said how happy she was to finally be meeting you. You were only staying a couple of days, deciding to keep a low profile and just stay at the house - only venturing out to have dinner at Niall’s Dads house.

You were in the ensuite bathroom when he said it, both of you brushing your teeth and getting ready for bed.

“Think its safe to say my family absolutely love you, Petal.”

“Do you think?”

“Yeah, but not a such as me.” He replied as he wiped his hands on a towel.

You looked up at him not sure how much you should read into what he had just said. He looked nervous. Had he meant it? You knew you loved him. You’d known for weeks and were fully prepared to say it back. You stood staring at each other for a few seconds before he leaned in and kissed you. His hands gripped your hips, thumbs stroked across your exposed tummy. He ran his tongue across your lip seeking entrance to your mouth and you didn’t hesitate to allow him in. You pulled away desperately trying to catch your breath when he whispered it, “I love you, Rhiannon.”

You took in a sharp breath relishing in how good it felt to hear him say it and you didn’t hesitate to reply “I love you too, Niall” and then you kissed him again. You’d tumbled into bed that night and made love to each other, slow and steady both wanting to show the other exactly how you felt.

As you stood making the coffee blushing at his declaration of love to you, he wrapped his arms around you and snuck his head into the crook of your neck placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Was thinking maybe we could talk about moving in together.” He whispered.

You stopped what you were doing and turned around to face him. You nervously bit your lip as you wrapped your arms around his neck again.

“Really?” You asked him nervously.

“Yes, really. I love you, Rhi, and want to wake up every day with you. I want you to be there when I get home.”

“I want that too.” You replied as you kissed him.

“So no more hiding?”

“No more hiding.”

You kissed him again before pulling him as close as you could. The kiss deepened and you wanted him more than you ever had before. He bent his knees and lowered his hands to your bum, pulling you up to sit on the counter, settling between your legs.

A small moan escaped your lips as you felt him harden against your centre.

“I suddenly don’t want a coffee anymore.” he growled and lifted you up so your legs were wrapped around him and he walked you to your bedroom.

As desperate as you were for each other, you took your time that afternoon. Taking things slowly and trembling underneath him as he drew out a mind-blowing orgasm. You fit so well together and you knew that this was something serious. You loved him with all your heart. You laid there in each others arms watching the sun set across the city.

“So, what do you think about moving in with me?” He asked, nervously running his fingers gently up and down your arm.

“Are you sure you want me to?” You replied not looking up from your position of laying across his chest.

“Well, I mean…we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Ni, I’d love to move in with you.” You said, lifting your head to meet his gaze. “Just don’t want you to think you have to ask me because of us going public.”

“No…it’s nothing to do with going public. I’ve been thinking about it for a while actually. Hate you being here on your own without a security door. I know it’s silly but I worry about you all the time.”

You giggled a little bit.

“What?” He smiled, “Don’t laugh.”

“Sorry, babe, but you know I actually live in a nice area of the city…low crime rate - it’s why I picked it even though the rent is high.”

“That’s another thing. I don’t want you spending your money on rent anymore. Want your money to be spent on things you want.”

“Lets not start the rent chat again.”

He’d been trying to pay your rent on your one bed flat for about 6 months now and you’d refused every time. You didn’t want Niall for his money. He knew that, but you still felt uneasy about it. You’d even caught him trying to get your bank account number from your purse to pay money into your account. You’d had an argument about it, but had great make up sex after.

“If I move in, then I’m paying my way.”

“Well, you can’t because I don’t have a mortgage.”

“Well I’ll give you money for bills and I’ll buy groceries then.” You argued.

“No you will not! I’ll sort out a joint account for things like that.”

“Joint account?!” You said, smiling.

“Yeah - for food and house stuff.”

“You do know I’m not a housewife from the 50s right?”

He laughed. “Well I have a cleaner, so you don’t need to worry about that.”

“Good. I hate cleaning!”

“So it’s settled then?” He asked.

“Yep. I’ll move in with you.” You replied, lifting up your head from his chest and kissing him.

His hand reached up and he cupped your face. “Love you, Rhi.” He whispered.

“Love you to Ni.”

You woke the next morning wrapped up with Niall. He was awake already and had been scrolling through his phone. When he realised you were awake, he put his phone down and turned towards you. “Morning Petal” he said as he snuggled down under the covers with you.

“Mmmm. morning babe.”

“What’s the plan for today?” He asked.

“Didn’t really make any as I wasn’t sure what you’d want to do. Need to go buy food at some point.”

“Well, I have a plan.” He said.

“Yeah?” You asked.

“Yeah. It involves being naked all day!”

“Even in the supermarket?” You said, chuckling.

“That’s not something I’m really into.” he chuckled.

You laughed with him and snuggled in closer.

“Lets just lay here for a bit. I’m not ready to get up just yet.” You whispered as you ran your fingers through his coarse chest hair. You moved a finger across to his nipple and started circling it before moving your hand down his chest and stomach. He hissed as your hand got closer to where he wanted it and you found him already ridiculously hard.

“Babe.” He growled as your lips found his neck and you stoked across his length.

“Mmmmm” you hummed against his skin.

“Fuck! I need you so much.” He moaned and eased you back onto the bed and moved his body on top of you. He kissed you hard and you wrapped your arms around his body and opened your legs to invite him in. His cock rubbed against your clit and you moaned against his mouth. “You like that?” He mumbled. “God Yes.” You replied in between kisses.

He rocked his hips back and forth before he slid inside you. Was it even possible for it to feel so fucking good like this all the time? Your love for him seemed to deepen every day. Moving in together was a massive step, but it wasn’t scary anymore. You weren’t afraid anymore of how things were moving forward. You’d stayed awake last night talking into the small hours. Talking about what you wanted to do together. A future was being planned.

His thrusts were steady as he moved in and out of you. His eyes never left yours and he left kisses across your lips and cheeks never faltering his pace.

“Can’t wait for you to move in and be with me always.” He whispered.

God this boy said all the right things didn’t he?

“I can’t wait either Ni.” You replied nudging your nose against his before gasping as his cock hit the soft spot that you knew would tip you over the edge.

Realising what he’d done, he continued to thrust against that spot causing you to gasp again at the butterflies in your tummy, the build up of heat about to tumble you over the edge.

“Fuck…you look so good! Cum for me, Rhi.” He mumbled as he thrust harder and harder. You clenched around him and came hard at his words. Pulsing against him as he thrust one last time and released himself inside you with a growl.

You loved it when you came together. Loved how you reached that peak at the same time. You collapsed beside each other and held each other close. Pure contentment.

Two weeks had passed since Niall had returned to London. He’d arrived at yours that Saturday morning with another load of boxes for you. Packing really was the most mundane thing. Your little one bedroom flat was looking a bit sad for itself now. You’d donated your sofa and some other bits to the local charity furniture shop as you wouldn’t be needing them. You weren’t really one to hoard stuff so wouldn’t be moving that much stuff with you to Niall’s.

“Happy anniversary, Petal.” He said as he kissed you hello.

“Happy anniversary to you.” You replied, smiling.

“Got you a present.” He said, handing you a small box.

“Thought we said no presents. Just dinner!“

"I know, but I couldn’t help it!”

“Get some self control, Ni!” You laughed, taking the box from him.

“I can never do that with you. It’s only a small thing, anyway.”

You shook your head and then opened the box to find a key attached to a small key chain in the shape of a heart.

“A key to your apartment.” You smiled.

“No a key to our apartment.” He smiled back.

You were packing up a box in the bedroom a little while later. Niall had laid back on your bed playing on his phone. Your phone beeped signalling a notification.

Niall Horan has tagged you in a post.

“Ni…..what have you tagged me in on IG?” You asked, raising your eyebrows and opening the app.

You looked at his post and gasped before looking over at him. There, in black and white, was a photo of you both from your last trip to L.A. sitting in the hammock in his garden having an afternoon cuddle. The caption said

“happy anniversary @ rhiannonjones91 love you more each day. X”

Then he’d done the hastag one year.

You looked at him and smirked “Well, that’s one way to get it out in the open.”

“Not afraid anymore, remember? And we said no more hiding.”

“People are going to go crazy.” You said, shaking your head.

“Don’t care.” He replied, reaching up to you and pulling you down on top of him.

“Ni.” You giggled, “I’m suppose to be packing.”

“But I need a kiss.” he pouted.

“Can’t resist that pout.” You replied, kissing him.

[stilessdylanobae-ddixonlove]

Some of us are Human - Stiles’s Dorm Room and Cali’s Coffee Shop (Chapter 2)

Author: @what-the-hell-is-a-stiles826

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Rhiannon King & Reader  

Summary: You wake up in Scott and Stiles dorm room, confused and concerned. Later, you and Stiles over hear a strange conversation.

Note: Again, I’ll just say Y/n means your name and y/e/c means your eye color. Also, I gave your sister the name Nicole. Sorry if you don’t have a sister, just go with it. 

Chapter Two - Chapter Three

You blinked your eyes open a couple of times. It was bright and your head felt like someone stood over you all night repeatedly hitting you directly in the temple. The pain throbbing so violently around your skull you thought it might just split open. You got a peak of the white ceiling, light reflecting off of it making it nearly impossible to keep your eyes open. Your hair was slightly damp as you ran your fingers through it and reached for your phone on your night stand but found a warm piece of clothing instead. You nervously moved your hand across it, feeling it rise and fall slowly and deeply; it was breathing. You jolted upright and realized you were not alone. You glanced beside you, somewhat afraid but your eyes wide open now. Stiles. He was fast asleep next to you, still wearing his red and blue plaid flannel and his brown hair was slightly matted to the side. His head faced away from you and his right arm hung over the bed. You looked around the room and noticed Scott asleep in the bed across from the two of you, while Issac was cuddled up on the floor next to Stiles gray Adidas. You weren’t in your dorm at all, somehow you were in theirs. You rubbed your face, trying to remember last night the best you could. You got flashes, bits and pieces and grunted at yourself. What would his girlfriend think? Why were you here? Stiles moaned and rolled over, now facing towards you. You watched him peak through his left eye before closing it again quickly and scrunching his face. 

“Hey.” You whispered. His eyes fluttered open again and his golden ones met your y/e/c ones. He stared for a moment before letting out an enormous yawn. 

“Don’t freak out.” He said. But you were freaking out a little bit. Clearly nothing happened between you but you hadn’t woken up this hungover in a very long time. He sat up and rubbed at his face, the sound of his movement causing Issac to shift on the floor. “You wouldn’t go back to your dorm, so I snuck you in here.” He explained without you having to ask. You nodded to let him know you understood and rubbed at your forehead some more. 

“Why is my hair wet?” You asked, awkwardly. Surely he wouldn’t have helped you into the shower. You did not want to even think about Stiles seeing your drunken self, naked and vulnerable. But maybe he had Malia or Rhiannon help you, because that’s the kind of guy Stiles is. He smiled, which was a little annoying. 

“You wanted to go swimming in the fountain out front.” He giggled.

“What?” You responded in disbelief. He picked up his phone and read the time. It was only six in the morning. 

“Like three hours ago.” He continued, rubbing his eyes. You shrugged and placed your face back into your hands. You hadn’t noticed before, but you were wearing a long, baggy gray T-shirt with loose black sweat pants that were not your own.

“This is why I don’t drink very often.” You admitted, embarrassed. “Where are my clothes?” Stiles stood up and walked over towards the end of the bed. He pointed down to your jeans and tank top that were draped across the base board of his bed. 

“They are still pretty wet.” He said, gripping the sleeve of your top. He began to walk back around the bed and tripped over Issac’s long legs. He stumbled into Scott’s bed backwards and Issac sat up.

“Ouch!” Issac yelled. Scott turned over and saw Stiles leaning against his bed below his feet. 

“Morning to you too!” Scott replied to Stiles’ clumsiness. Stiles stood back up and made a face at his friend. Issac threw his blanket across the room, got up and stretched before making his way towards the door. 

“Well, since I’m up now, I have to pee.” Issac said as he left the room. You squinted your eyes at the light that shown through when he opened the door. 

“I uh, should get going too. But I’ll see you both around?” You asked, searching for your flip flops and grabbing your clothes from the foot of the bed. You were too afraid to ask any more questions in that moment, maybe you didn’t want to know. 

“Yeah!” Scott replied while Stiles watched you search and pointed under the desk across from Scott’s bed. You snatched up your silver flip flops and waved goodbye with them still in your hand before heading out the door. You closed it behind you and took a deep breath. 

Back inside, Stiles turned to Scott who raised an eyebrow. “We’ve got class in thirty minutes, dude.” Scott noted.

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You sat in the black leather couch at your favorite coffee shop near campus. Your friend and roommate, Rhiannon, sat at the opposite end of the couch as you, gripping her latte in her hands. She took a sip and shook her head. 

“You woke up in their room?” She questioned. “And then you bolted?” She continued. You rubbed your fingers across the worry lines that appeared on your forehead, your bare feet tucked underneath you and your silver flip flops on the floor.

“I didn’t know what to say!” You explained, defensively. Rhiannon sighed and thought a moment about her response. 

“They used to be your best friends, how about thanks for taking care of my drunk ass.” She said. “Oh, and by the way I totally wasn’t worried about you or anything.” She rolled her eyes. You squinted your face and took a sip of your caramel macchiato. 

“I’m sorry.” You told her. “I didn’t mean to get that drunk. Just...” You trailed off. Rhiannon shifted in her seat and leaned forward, placing her drink on the coffee table. 

“Well, clearly he drives you crazy.” She said, devilishly. You jolted your head up, stunned at the nerve of her comment.

“What?” You said. 

“You totally like him!” She giggled. “I could tell something was off with you last night after they showed up, it didn’t take me long to figure it out.” You placed your feet back on the ground and held your coffee on your lap.

“Who?” You screeched. Rhiannon brushed her curly blonde hair back behind her ear and spoke again.

“Stiles!” She replied quickly. You gulped and shook your head. 

“Rhi, just don’t. Not with this one.” You pleaded to your best girl friend since losing Allison. You’d met her here only three months ago, as your college roommate. But the two of you instantly fit. Rhiannon curled her lip up at you.

“Wow, you really do like him.” She grinned. You took a drink of your coffee and then proceeded to stare down at it. Once again, memories of your last days in Beacon Hills flooded your brain. You thought back to when Stiles was still missing but you remembered him. Sure, it was Lydia who got everyone to remember but it was ultimately you that finally brought him home. You had begged and cried, allowing a rift to open that he could come through. But when he got back, he didn’t appear to you. He appeared in his jeep, then pretty much saw everyone else before he saw you. He’d already gotten with Lydia. It was that quick. 

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“Why don’t we just ask her why she left?” Scott whispered to Stiles from the seat next to him in their computer science class. Stiles paused from his work on his laptop and huffed. 

“Maybe she left because we aren’t kids anymore. We graduated high school and people drift apart after that. Maybe that’s all there is to it.” Stiles assumed, obvious that he no longer wanted to talk about it. 

“But, why wouldn’t she say goodbye? Was she pissed at you for something?” Scott asked. Stiles whipped his head to the side, frustrated at the thought. 

“What? No. Was she pissed at you for something?” He replied, eagerly. Scott pressed his lips together, silenced. He didn’t mean to snap, it just came out a little stronger than he meant it to. He did worry that maybe he had done something to upset you. His cheeks flushed red at the thought, slightly embarrassed by his past actions. One of the last days the two of you had spent together before he was taken by the Ghost Riders has stuck with the both of you ever since. It was shortly before Scott and Stiles visited Alex’s house, right before Alex was taken from the station. Stiles had a discolored piece of the boys family’s shattered windshield. He was determined that something supernatural was going on and was desperate to prove it. The two of you went to his house before school to do some digging. The Sheriff was gone at the station and you were in Stiles’ bedroom researching things like ‘magic bullet’ and ‘blue residue’ while Scott took the piece of glass to Mrs. Finch to see if she might know anything. 

“It’s stained blue. There was something wrong with the way this windshield was shattered.” Stiles thought out loud to himself while you listened, both of you sitting on the floor, leaning against the side of his bed. His laptop sat on his lap while you scrolled through your phone. “Damnit.” He whined to himself and angrily closed his laptop. You turned to your best friend as he nervously bit at his finger nails.

“Stiles.” You gently nudged him. He dropped his hand and turned to face you, your shoulders touching. You stared into those golden brown eyes for a moment in silence and he waited for you to speak patiently. “We will figure this out. We always do.” You told him. “You always do.” You whispered. Stiles took a deep breath and smiled at you. You didn’t even know why you were sitting so close to him, it just felt nice. 

“You are always the one that believes me, no matter what.” He grinned. “Thank you.” He placed his hand on top of yours that was still holding your phone. And for some reason, on this particular day, he left it there. Your eyes, with a mind of their own, studied the tiny moles on his cheek and jaw line, then they moved to his lips. And all you could think about was kissing him. Why did you want to kiss him so badly? When did your boy best friend turn into this man you were starting to crush on, very intensely. You weren’t sure but you knew those feelings had been slowly brewing for awhile now. Your heart literally flopped in your chest when he reached his hand up to your face and very gently rubbed his thumb against your cheek bone. “Y/n.” He whispered to you, his eyes now staring at your open mouth. 

“It’s okay.” You told him, referring to what you thought he was about to do. What you hoped he was about to do. Those words gave him the courage he needed; the reassurance that it wouldn’t be awkward or weird. He slowly leaned in closer, wondering if you might stop him but couldn’t prevent himself from still trying. You lightly tilted your chin up, grazing his bottom lip with yours, a shock of electricity sprung though your chest as you waited for the actual kiss. But a sudden and familiar voice echoed through the house and Stiles pulled away. 

“Stiles!” Sheriff Stilinski shouted from out in the hallway. Stiles jumped up and you followed him just to the doorway, peaking your head out past his door to see him talking to his father and just like that the moment was gone. “Get your butt to school, both of you.” Noah demanded. 

Stiles thought back on that moment, nervously fidgeting in his seat. He had laid in bed that night contemplating what he’d almost just done, realizing the change in his own feelings towards you recently. Or maybe those feelings had always been there, he just now chose to fully let them in. He wanted to act on them. Until right before he was taken, he decided his feelings for Lydia were too strong. The girl he’s had a crush on since the third grade. That strawberry blonde hair, he couldn’t get past any of it quite yet.  And so, though he’d meant it, he said those three words in a rushed moment of desperation. “Remember, I love you.” With that, you’d lost him in every way possible and didn’t even know it yet. 

“I’ll drop it for now.” Scott concluded, picking up on his friends anxious body language. 

“Excuse me you two?” Professor Williams shouted loudly across the giant room, waking Stiles from his thoughts. “Am I interrupting your conversation over there?” Stiles sunk down into his seat. “Or is it maybe you who is interrupting the rest of us?” He snarled. Scott stumbled over the right words to say.

“Sorry.” Scott simply commented.  

You had three hours before your next class and your headache had finally subsided. You decided to eat your lunch at a secluded picnic table outside of the library. It was warm out, a light spring breeze blew through the large, very green tree shading you. Footsteps began approaching, so you looked up. Stiles again. He sat down across from you and swung his right leg over the seat across from you.

“Hey.” He spoke warmly. You closed your books, pushed them away from you and took the last bite of your banana, setting the peal down in front of you. “I just came from the library and saw you sitting here.” He continued.

“Yeah, I’ve got a bit of a break between classes.” You explained. “Hey, um, thanks for taking care of me last night. Sorry I kept you up so late.” You paused. “I’ll get your clothes back to you after I wash them.” You awkwardly lowered your hands into your lap and he smiled at you.

“Y/n, it’s fine. No problem, that’s what friends are for right?” He asked rhetorically while setting his backpack in the grass below him, getting comfortable. “I’ve never seen you drink so much.” He noted.

“Yeah, I don’t know what got into me.” You shrugged and pulled a can of Pepsi from your bag and opened it, taking a sip while Stiles remained quiet. You stared down at the bubbles forming on the lip of your can, listening to the small crackling noises. You wanted to explain. “I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye.” You began. Stiles’ face lit up a little at your brave words and he shifted in his seat, both legs now over his seat and completely facing you.

“Why didn’t you?” He somehow found the courage to ask, leaning forward against the table. You scrunched your face, crinkling your eyebrows. 

“Well, I supp-” Your voice broke as a loud, high pitched scream bounced off the building in front of you. Stiles turned around and you both stood up. “What the hell?” You wondered, Stiles exchanging a similar look of curiosity. You both ran forward, towards the scream. It was a student, facing away from you but you could tell she was crying. 

“Help!” She screamed louder. Professor Williams appeared and approached her, quickly. You were now close enough to over hear their conversation.

“Olivia, what’s the matter?” Professor Williams intervened. She covered her mouth, her hand shaking. 

“She came out of nowhere. She was crazy!” She cried. 

“Who? What are you talking about?” The tall, thin and over dressed college professor asked the girl.

“She took him! My boyfriend. She just vanished.” She sobbed. Stiles turned to me, a look of dread covered his face. A crowd was now forming behind us at the scene. 

“Her ears.” You pointed out. Both of Olivia’s ears were dripping a good amount of blood. Another teacher showed up and walked her out of the crowd. But not before she spoke again.

“She had white eyes.” She said, still shaking. The crowd was now whispering and you knew they were all thinking she was crazy, but you and Stiles knew better. Maybe something was here, something supernatural. Once Olivia was gone, the crowd began to die down and Stiles moved in front of you.

“White eyes?” He crossed his arms. “I better call Lydia.” He said, reaching into the front pocket of his jeans and pulling out his phone.

“Right.” You agreed with hesitation. So she was close by? You shrugged awkwardly and watched Stiles walk forward, away from you with this phone to his ear. 

“Hey, Lyds.” You hear him say before you began walking back to the picnic table to grab your things and text Scott. 

You-Hey, meet Stiles and I in the library asap. 

Message sent. 

Meanwhile, Stiles fiddled with his feet, kicking rocks away from the front of him and awkwardly talking to ex girlfriend for the first time in weeks. “I know, I just thought we could use your help. This could be something.” He said. “Okay, see you soon.” He finished up while approaching you again and you raised your phone to show him the text you’d just sent as he hung up with Lydia. 

“Come on, let’s go wait for Scott. Then maybe we can talk to Olivia, find out more.” You suggested. He nodded and you walked back towards the library doors together. 

Stiles and you found yourselves in a similar situation as before. Laptops, phones and researching strange things. Only this time, he has a girlfriend and you’re in a public place. You thought back on what happened after your last adventure and how you almost lost Stiles to more than just Lydia Martin. It made you a little nervous, not because you were afraid of what creature you might discover next. But because you were afraid for your friends as well as innocent people like Olivia. That’s why you were here helping. Although, sometimes you wondered why Scott let you be a part of this Pack even after all these years. You had an in because of knowing him and Stiles since kindergarten. Would you be a part of this if it weren’t for that? You didn’t feel like you were anything special. Stiles is human, but he’s got all the brains. What did you really bring to the Pack? 

“Scott and Lydia will be here shortly.” Stiles woke you from your thoughts. “Scott is just finishing up his anatomy paper and Lydia is on her way.” He finished. 

“Is she going here now too? I haven’t seen her.” Your curiosity got the best of you. Stiles looked down at this phone, awkwardly. Something you noticed and wondered why.

“Uh, no. She’s coming from Beacon Hills.” He answered you. You nodded, wondering if you should ask him about the two of them and how they were. You came to the conclusion rather quickly that you’d rather not know. Just be his friend, you told yourself. Get over it. You both sat down at a table in the middle of the room, side by side this time. 

A few moments passed. Stiles thought about starting up your conversation from earlier, at least a dozen times. Still desperately wondering what you were about to say. You scrolled through your phone, Stiles spotting an old picture of you and your sister. “How’s your mom and Nicole?” He asked. You looked up from your phone at his ice breaker question. 

“They are good. Nicole is a junior this year.” You explained. 

“Yeah, she’s a little ahead of Liam, Mason and Corey right?” He added, fully knowing what grade your sister was in having known you both for as long as he could remember. You nodded in response as you both heard the doors to the library open. “There they are.” Stiles said moving his eyes past you. You looked to your right to see Scott and Lydia entering the library together. Stiles waved an arm in their direction and the two approached you. They sat across from you and Stiles at your table and you thought it was odd that Stiles didn’t stand up and hug Lydia at the very least, rather the two barely even looked at each other.

“Hi, Y/n.” Lydia said firmly before finally glancing in Stiles direction. You looked to Stiles and then back to her, wondering what you’ve missed.

“Hi, Lydia.” You repeated back to her. Scott moved forward in his seat breaking Lydia from her awkward stares.

“You two are sure about this?” Scott asked, focusing on the reason you all sat in the library together.

“This girl was really freaked out.” You told him.

“You said she mentioned white eyes?” Lydia interjected. Stiles licked his lips and leaned back.

“Yeah, where’s the Argent’s Bestiary when you need it?” Stiles noted to the group and you sighed. “Lydia, you have any weird feelings on your way in here? Any banshee related vibes coming your way?” He asked.

“I can’t just turn this on.” She spoke, the frustration clear in her voice. “You know that.” She added quietly.

Scott looked down awkwardly before speaking.

“Alright, Lydia and I will see what we can come up with. I’ll see if I can catch some sort of scent.” He told his friends and Lydia shrugged. “You two can find out more from Olivia. If it is something, we’ll take care of it.” He finished. Lydia gritted her teeth and Stiles stood up.

“Okay but first, Lyds can I talk to you for a sec?” Stiles asked. She tilted her head slightly and got up, the two exiting the library together. Something felt off so you decided to confide in Scott.

“Why can’t you and I talk to Olivia?” You wondered why Stiles wouldn’t go with his supposed girlfriend. Scott smiled, a little annoyed.

“Is that what you want?” He asked. You scowled a little and picked at the skin on your lip. “Because I guess we could totally give them the time of day to make up, or you could go with Stiles and tell him how you feel about him since he’s too much of an idiot to speak up about how he feels towards you.” He stated, boldly.

“Wh...what?” You tried to play it like you had no idea what he was talking about but he wasn’t buying it.

“Y/n. Come on, I’ve known you two my entire life.” Scott told you. You huffed, now refusing to make eye contact.

“What did you mean ‘give them the time of day to make up’? They are fighting?” You asked. Scott folded his arms and smiled at you.

“Talk to Stiles.” He replied, not answering your question.

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