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honeypwark · 4 years ago

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[ Beach Episode ]

↳ Love Yourself Tour

↳ Yeosu and the boys head to the beach for the afternoon. They have a chicken fight. Yeosu and the maknae line take pictures.

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As the last of the bags are loaded into the rental van, Namjoon walks round to the front of the car to sit in the passenger seat. Yeosu exits the hotel hauling a decently sized drink cooler, struggling with it slightly. Yoongi rushes over to take it from her. She thanks him before finding her place in the driver’s seat.

“Noona, I love you, but please tell me we’re not going to listen to any of your playlists on the drive out there,” Namjoon says as she starts the van.

“That’s why you’re on DJ duty, dummy,” Yeosu says, the engine coming to life. “I think Tae bought an aux cord a few stops back... Taehyung!”

Taehyung, from the far back of the van, calls back, “Yes?”

“Do you have an aux cord?”

“I do.”

Taehyung rifles through his bag and by the time he’s found it and passed it forward, all eight of the members are in the van and ready to go.

“Okay,” Yeosu sighs out. “Seatbelts on?”

The boys chorus a “yes.”

“Alright. Off we go.”

An hour later, Yeosu pulls into the empty parking lot of a small yet picturesque beach. The second she’s put the van in park, over half the boys jump out of the vehicle and race onto the beach. Yeosu, Jungkook, and Yoongi are left to carry the drink cooler, food cooler, umbrella, and remaining towels amongst other beach supplies to the beach. Yeosu hangs back to organize everyone’s towels and set the two coolers in the shade of the umbrella.

“Noona, noona, come on!” Jungkook begs, jumping from foot to foot.

“Hang on...”

Yeosu can tell Jungkook is getting impatient because the moment she stands from moving the coolers, he moves to pick her. She holds her finger out and he stops, waiting again as she sheds her shirt and shorts.

“Okay,” she says.

With the go ahead, Jungkook tosses Yeosu over his shoulder and runs off toward the water. He sets her down before he gets too far in. They begin to wade out to the others, getting used to the initial cold as they go.

Yeosu notices the other six boys are unusually quiet.

“Oh, here we go-“

The six boys all begin splashing Yeosu and Jungkook together. Yeosu shrieks and puts her arms up, trying to protect herself somewhat from the onslaught. Jungkook attempts to take cover behind the older girl, which only works partially as he is much broader than her. Eventually, the splashing dies down.

After a bit of swimming and talking, Seokjin swims over to Yeosu.

“Yeosu,” he says seriously.

“Seokjin,” Yeosu returns.

“Get on my shoulders.”

“Why?”

“We’re doing a chicken fight.”

“Doesn’t a chicken fight require- oh, there‘s the opponent.”

Yeosu looks a short distance away to find Jimin getting up onto Namjoon’s shoulders. However, they both lose their balance and fall back into the water.

“I don’t think this is going to be a very fair battle,” Yeosu says, laughing lightly at their two clumsiest members.

“That’s the point,” Seokjin says.

Yeosu sends him a lighthearted glare and he grins back at her. He crouches down into the water and Yeosu gets behind him, positioning herself in the water before he straightens his legs to stand with Yeosu on his shoulders.

The chicken fight did, in fact, not last very long. Yeosu was quickly able to attack Jimin’s sides, tickling him so that he thrashed around too much on top of Namjoon and sent them both down into the water. A few more rounds later, Yeosu and Seokjin only lose to Jungkook and Taehyung, the two youngest managing to use brute strength to overpower the two eldest’s strategy and stability.

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“Soo, you should open a bakery,” Yoongi says, mouth half full of one of Yeosu’s brownies.

“Yes, a sound and perfectly manageable business practice for a member of BTS,” she says sarcastically.

“It was a compliment more than an actual proposition.”

“You could just say you like my food.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

Dinner of cold cut sandwiches, grapes, chips, and lemonade finished, the eight members of BTS lounge on the beach eating Yeosu’s dessert as the sun sinks lower and lower in the sky. However, it’s not long before the three youngest grow restless and want to head off in search of a place to take photos.

“We’re going to go climb to the top of those rocks to take pictures,” Jungkook announces, pointing down the beach.

His two older counterparts have already headed off toward said rocks.

“I’ll come with you,” Yeosu says, standing.

“To take pictures, too?”

“To supervise.”

“We’re grown men, noona,” Jungkook says, not actually opposed to Yeosu joining him as they start after Taehyung and Jimin.

“Really? If I didn’t know when you all were born I’d have no idea.”

At her teasing, Jungkook pushes her lightly with a laugh.

They catch up to the other two, who have already begun to climb up the large mound of boulders. They’ve obviously been stacked there for a long time, sand between the cracks making platforms of sorts with beachgrass among other plants growing from some spots. The soft sandy ledges are in stark contrast to the sharp and worn rock surfaces.

She sees Taehyung nearly fall backwards before righting himself, “Please be careful, Taehyungie.”

“I’m fine, noona!” he calls down to her.

“Still...”

Yeosu remains on the beach as the three boys climb, watching intently in hopes they won’t misstep or fall. Jungkook climbs quickly, hoping to catch up to the two older boys who arrived before him.

“Jungkook, please slow down; you’re not wearing any shoes,” Yeosu calls to him.

“Noona, are you not coming up?” Jimin asks from the top.

“No, I’m okay down here.”

“Aw, come on! The view’s great.”

Taehyung stops momentarily to call down to Yeosu, “Come on!”

“You’ve already come all this way,” Jungkook reasons.

“Ugh, fine,” Yeosu gives in, beginning to climb the rocks herself.

The three boys wait for her at the top. Taehyung and Jungkook extend their hands to her when she’s about five feet from the top. Together, they pull Yeosu the rest of the way up, holding onto her hands until they’re sure she’s steady.

Yeosu stays out of the way as the three boys take photos on their phones and cameras. She smiles to herself as she looks out at the ocean.

The sun has just hit the horizon line, the far edges of the sky deepening in color while the majority of it remains in golden hues of pink and orange. The few clouds in the sky are lit from underneath almost supernaturally with deep pink light.

“Noona.”

Yeosu turns toward Taehyung’s call, barely having any time to register the camera pointed at her before the telltale sound of a shutter goes off.

“Hey,” Yeosu reprimands lightly.

“Candid,” Taehyung sings teasingly.

Yeosu laughs and walks over to Jimin when he gestures for her to join him near the edge closest to the water. A few pictures later, Yeosu walks toward Taehyung, gesturing for his camera.

“I’ll take a picture of you three,” she offers.

Taehyung hands her his camera and goes to stand with Jimin and Jungkook. With the setting sun shining so brightly behind them, she takes a few shots of their silhouettes then adjusts the settings to get their features.

“HEY!” a shout echoes down the beach.

The four idols look toward it to find Namjoon waving at them. The remaining three boys are packing up the coolers and folding towels.

“They want us to head back before the shift change in security!” he yells to them.

“Be right there!” Jimin calls.

Carefully, the four climb back down the rocks and start back toward the group. Jimin and Jungkook take off running, racing each other. Jungkook pulls ahead of Jimin fairly quickly. The shorter boy slows down to a walk in defeat. Yeosu walks with Taehyung, who has taken his camera back and is looking through the photos they took.

Taehyung leans closer to Yeosu and holds his camera toward her, “Look.”

On the camera’s little screen is the candid photo Taehyung took of her, sea breeze blowing her hair as the sun setting behind her. She has a pleasant expression on her face, caught right before she’d sent the younger boy a playful scowl when she’d realized what he was doing.

“Wow, your camera takes really good photos,” she comments.

“Any photo with you in it is a good photo,” Taehyung says.

“Thank you,” Yeosu accepts his compliment warmly.

They regroup with the others and pull on their clothes, their swimsuits dry after being out of the water for so long. They repack the car and settle in for the ride back. Only ten minutes in, Yeosu is fairly certain she’s the only member still awake, being the driver again. The deep breathing and soft snores of her seven members is masked only slightly by the peaceful music playing from Namjoon’s phone through the van’s speakers.

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death-is-a-new-beginning · 8 years ago

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Pale Faced Boy- Take A Chance

Sunshine

A/N: Here you have the next chapter to Pale Faced Boy! Hope ya’ll’s like it.

The next morning I laid in bed, I had been tossing and turning all night. At some point I just gave up on trying to sleep. I stared up at the ceiling for hours, as my mind replayed the events of yesterday. For serving reason I couldn’t get that boy put of my head. I could see his grin perfectly in my mind as he said, “See you tomorrow, sunshine.” All I wanted to do was take that stupid, gorgeous smile and slap it off. Part of me didn’t want to go to school today knowing that he would more than likely be waiting for me. The other tiny part of me wanted to go and see him for some reason. What do I do? I haven’t had this much interaction with anyone besides my parents in a while and I’ve forgotten what it’s like being around people.

Truth is the last time I had a friend was in freshman year. We had been friends since third grade, and all through middle school. During the summer before we became freshman we had hung out quite a bit and then when school started we no longer had classes together, she started making other friends. I tried to make some too but as time went by they only wanted to be friends with her. They only wanted to eat with her, and because they were older, she lost interest in me. That was the day I realized I didn’t want to get that close to people again. They make you promises but they never hold up there end, so all that effort you had made for them eventually all goes to waste.

So now here I am stressing over whether or not I was gonna go to school and face Stiles. I sighed, and sat up while my alarm finally going off. I grabbed my phone turning off my alarm and looked at my notifications. I scrolled down seeing the comments likes and reblogs from the story I had updated and there had been quite a few of them. I smiled feeling content with the outcome, maybe one good thing has come out from this weirdness with that kid.

I kept scrolling down my notifications while walking to my bathroom to see that I had received two text messages. One was from my mom saying that she and dad would be out of town for a few weeks for work and the second one was from a number I didn’t recognized that read, Morning Sunshine, I knew exactly who it was. It was none other than Stiles Stilinski. I promptly texted back How did you get my number? I put my phone down on the counter of my bathroom, I began stripping down so I could take a shower when my phone buzzed again.

555-7603: I have my ways ;)

Me: I think it’s called stalking in the real world

555-7603: Ha ha you’re so funny . Are you coming to school today?

Me: Is it a school day?

555-7603: Yeah?

Me: I will be at school . Idiots these days I swear.

555-7603: Sunshine :( that hurt right in the feels. I just might cry.

I rolled my eyes smile ghosting upon my lips,I didn’t bother replying and took a well deserved shower. When I got out I grabbed my phone and walked into my semi messy room, I walked to my closet looking to see what I would wear today. I decided on a plain grey dress that fell mid thigh and a green and red plaid shirt tied around my waist. I put on a pair of black converse, threw my hair into a messy bun with a pair of earrings. I grabbed my phone, making sure to grab my headphones and backpack while walking out of my room. I passed by the kitchen grabbing a water bottle then made my way out the front door to my car.

I got into my beautiful black jeep wrangler turned it on to hear her purr softly, Oh how I love this car, I thought to myself. I plugged my phone into the aux cord playing a playlist I had made last night called Just Ugh, it fit perfectly to how I felt about Beacon Hills High, I pressed shuffle and reversed out of my driveway. As I got on to the main road Ride by Twenty One Pilots started playing, it brought a smile to my face.

“I just wanna stay in the sun where I find. I know it’s hard sometimes. Pieces of peace in the sun’s peace of mind, I know it’s hard sometimes. Yeah, I think about the end just way too much, but it’s fun to fantasize. All my enemies who wouldn’t wish who I was but it’s fun to fantasize. Oh, oh, I’m falling so I’m taking my time on my ride. Oh, I’m falling so I’m taking my time on my ride. Taking my time on my ride." I belted but when he started raping quickly I stopped singing and just listened happily, drumming my fingers to the beat on the steering wheel.

When the song ended I realized that I was half way to school, ugh am I right? I only got halfway through the next song before I pulled into the parking lot. I was about twenty minutes early which was nice because that meant I could organize my locker and my thoughts. I parked my car, grabbed my bag and headed into hell… I mean school. When I got to my locker, I opened it grabbing things that I would need for my next few classes.

I then tried to organize the miscellaneous things that were messy when suddenly a pair of hands covered my eyes. I felt a warm breath by my ear sending a shiver down my pine. As I struggled against these hands, I heard a voice say, "Guess who?” I have to be honest I screamed, as lame as that sounds. The hands immediately fell from my face,I was turned around to see Stiles laughing so hard he almost fell to the ground.

I punched his shoulder so hard he fell to the ground, I slammed my locker door closed and made my way to my first period class and of course I saw the one person I didn’t want to see, Lynn Grace, my former friend.

I stopped in my tracks looking at her, her face was plastered thickly with make up and she was wearing a pair of super short shorts and a low cut tank top, she had this surprised look on her face as I stood there. She quickly masked her reaction with a smug look. She walked down the stairs coming towards me leaving her friends, I was suddenly grateful that I had decided to look decent, to show her that I was fine without her.

“Well look who we have here, the high and mighty biatch who think she’s better than everyone. Definitely too good to talk to anyone, isn’t that right old friend? You’re so perfect that we peasants aren’t worth even talking to? Funny ‘cause I’m pretty sure I got hot and you’re just not. Who’s on top now?" She asked feeling confident.

"See that’s funny when you were the one who ditched me to be popular. It doesn’t really matter because the girl I made a promise to, doesn’t exist anymore. She was buried a long time ago under all that make up. I guess even that much make up can’t cover up the ugly inside of you. anymore. I don’t talk to you but that’s for obvious reasons. I doubt you could keep up with the conversations I tend to have. They’re quite intellectual and your boobs hanging out might distract you.” I gave her a pointed look at her shirt and she glanced down pulling her shirt up a little. I kept my facial expression blank, but inside all I wanted to do was run to my jeep and cry.

Suddenly Stiles appeared next to me he started to speak as put his arm around me, “Hey Sunshine,you waited-” I shifted my attention to Stiles my expression guarded, he noticed the change in my expression and his demeanor changed to a concerned one.

“I ditched you because you were no fun. You would rather write a story then go to a party, you had were such a dork, that when I saw my chance to move up to bigger and better things,I took it. I never wanted to be friends with you in the first place, the only reason I hung out with you is so that I could get rides home from school, that and my mom made me.” Lynn laughed. I have to admit that my heart cracked even more when she said those things. I looked around and noticed that a crowd had gathered around us.

His eyes squinted as he looked back in the direction I had been looking at and then back at me, he then glared at the girl I thought I knew, “You’re the one who lost out on the amazing person Sunshine is. You might see a dork, but I see someone who is strong and knows what she likes and what she wants. She has class, more than I can see you have. ” He glanced down at me seeing my façade falling quickly then continued, “I’m glad she’s not friends with you anymore, you’re just a user, you always have been. Don’t you dare talk about her like she’s below you, 'cause she’s not. I despise people like you, always trying to tear others down. So sad.” He shook his head disapprovingly.

Stiles moved his arm that was wrapped around my shoulders, so he could intertwine his fingers with mine pulling me in the direction of our first class. I was in a daze and I let him lead me away but not before I looked back at the one person I could barely recognize. Her mouth was opened wide as she looked between me and Stiles. I looked into her eyes and I saw no remorse but she did look sad and unhappy with where she was and who she was. I have to admit that I felt pretty happy she seemed as unhappy as I felt.

For the first time in a long time I was glad he was around as he led me away. Inside I was breaking, I hadn’t seen her in forever, mostly because I was always in the library and if I did happen to see her back facing me, I’d walked in the other direction. It’s been two years since I’ve seen her, face to face at least. I came back to my senses when finally we stopped, I looked around to see that we were inside an empty classroom. I gazed up at the boy who literally pulled me away from breaking down and who defended me.

He seemed as if he was studying me, to see what I was going to do. He looked prepared for anything in that moment, his hand squeezed mine gently. I looked down at our hands intertwined, my hand fit perfectly in his,almost if they were made for each other. I squeezed back gently giving him the smallest smile I could muster.

“You okay Sunshine?” He asked slowly, scanning me carefully.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for taking me away and for standing up for me.” I looked down at the ground embarrassed that I showed my weakness for a measly moment.

His free hand outstretched to my chin and he pulled it up gently so I was looking at him, “I read somewhere that when women say 'I’m fine’ they’re really lying.” He offered a small smile to which I had to chuckle.

“You’re right,” I sighed then continued, “I’m not okay, but class is starting soon and I don’t really want to talk about it.” I stared back into his eyes, his chocolate brown eyes, they looked back at me with a certain kindness I didn’t really understand but deep down appreciated. He nodded and led me to my usual seat in the front and sat next to me, our hands still intertwined placed on his thigh. Stiles typed away on his phone texting someone, and every so often he would squeeze my hand.

Just then the bell rang and people started filing in to the classroom including his best friend Scott. He looked between us and he nodded understandingly, to my surprise he sat on the other side of me. I peered up at him and he gave me a kind smile, “Hey, I’m Scott, although I’m pretty sure you know who I am since we’ve practically grown up together.” I laughed and nodded, “Yeah I live like four houses down from you.”

“You live how far from Scott?” Asked a stunned Stiles. I rolled my eyes at him.

“Four houses, duh.” I responded grinning at him. Then the teacher walked in and I heard Stiles whisper something to the effect of, “How did I not notice her before,” I laughed quietly glancing at this boy who seemed like an anomaly to the formula of life I had come up with.

Stiles eventually let go of my hand so we could pull out or things from our bags and my hand immediately felt the warmth dissipate, but I turned my attention to the teacher as he started the lesson for today.

When the lesson had finally ended I was suddenly glad because I couldn’t focus at all. I kept thinking about what Lynn said and I kept hearing Stiles words firing back at her. I also couldn’t focus because Stiles and Scott kept glancing at me almost as if they were trying to make sure I was okay. I hated feeling so fragile and being treated as such however it was nice that they cared, even though I wouldn’t admit that to them. I gathered my things into my backpack while standing up, as I looked up Stiles had his hand already outstretched for me to hold onto.

I didn’t know if I should hold onto his hand, I still didn’t know this boy and I felt insecure for obvious reasons. He seemed to see that I was undecided so he said,"C'mon Sunshine,“ I reluctantly took the hand, craving the warmth his hand provided even if it was a little sweaty, I didn’t mind too much. His face lit up as he led me to the next class we both have together, I even saw Scott’s face light up a little with a smirk and he walked in front of us.

In a weird sense Scott seemed like he was a leader, maybe it was because he was the Lacrosse captain or if it was something else, but he had a strange air of authority, I shook my head ridding myself of silly thoughts. When we got to our next class Scott said he needed to talk to Stiles for a second.

I let go of Stiles’ hand, walking to my seat, sitting down while glancing to the doorway where they were talking. I caught myself trying to hear what was being said but I couldn’t. I couldn’t believe that yesterday I had screamed at this pale faced boy and today I’m grateful for his presence. What the freaking hell? I did not expect this at all. Me hanging around with McCall or Stilinski? What is going on? Am I losing it? I thought to myself as I pulled out my notebook from my backpack, shaking my head.

Stiles entered the room with a grim expression, he walked over to me, crouching so he could talk to me. He said, "Hey something came up,I have to leave with Scott. I'm so sorry Y/N, we’ll try to come back but I don’t know how long it’ll take.” He looked annoyed and I didn’t know how to feel or how to respond so I put on my blank stare and nodded. After I glanced at him I stared straight ahead, looking at the board.

He stood up, “If you need me just text me, okay?” I just gave him a curt nod to which he sighed then walked out of the classroom. I had built these walls around me for so long that I thought they were strong but just one look at my past and the help of a boy and they’re slowly coming down. I balled up my fist tightly, how could I let that happen?

At lunch time, I wasn’t feeling great, wanting more than anything to be done with school so I could go home and sleep. It was so bad I didn’t want to stay the rest of the day and write in the library. I felt nauseous and dizzy so I called my mom. The phone rang a few times and she answer, “Hi, baby,how are you?”

I responded, “Hey mom, I’m not feeling too great mom, I’m feeling nauseous and tired. How are you and dad? ”

“Oh no my mija is sick, should I come back?” she asked concerned.

“No, I’m okay can you just call the school and let them know I need to go home please?”

“Of course. I’ll call right now, make sure to text me when you get home okay? ”

“Okay. Love you mom, ” I muttered weakly.

“Love you too baby,” and with that she hung up.

I made my way to my locker to see the sillouhette of the girl I once knew. I groaned making my way to my locker. She turned and looking at me smugly she started to open her mouth but before she could say anything I put my hand up cutting her off.

“I don’t have the energy to deal with you right now, can you please just leave me alone? ” I looked at her tiredly.

“Your looking pale, are you okay? Are the headaches back?” She asked feigning concern.

“’m not your problem anymore so don’t worry about it,” was all I said, before grabbing my bag and closing my locker. With that I made my way towards the office leaving her behind like she did to me. Before I got to the office the P/A system called my name asking me to go the office. Relief fled my system as I reached the office.

“Sweety your mom called and she said you need to go home. Are you okay? ” The sweet lady from the office asked.

“I’m just not feeling all to well is all, ” I plastered a smile to my face.

“Sorry to hear that, well I got all your homework from your teachers right here. All you need to do is sign the sign out sheet and get some rest. ” I nodded, signed the sheet and put the materials in my bag.

Once outside, the cool October breeze hit my sense making me feel less constricted. I made my way to my beautiful car, unlocking it and getting in. I turned it on and drove to my salvation, home.

As soon as I got home I dropped my bag on the ground, walking upstairs and into my bedroom. I texted my mom to say that I had gotten home then I stripped down into just my bra and underwear grabbing a oversized shirt and collapsing in bed, immediately falling asleep.

When I woke up, I felt super drowsy still but the nausea had gone away. I picked up my phone to see 20 missed calls from Stiles and 7 texts from him.

Stiles: Sunshine where are you? Stiles: Why aren’t you in class? Stiles: Are you ignoring me? Stiles: Are you mad that I had to leave earlier? Stiles: I’m sorry, Sunshine. Look just let me know that you’re okay? Stiles: Y/N, I’m worried about you, you aren’t responding and you’re not at our table. Stiles: Goddammit Y/N what the heck is going on?!

I felt a tinge of guilt that he was so worried that he called me by my name, so I called him back. It rang twice and then I heard the voice I was growing to know well, “Hello? Y/N where have you been? I’ve been worried sick,” he exclaimed sounding relieved yet tired.

“Yeah sorry about that I went home 'cause I started to feel sick around lunch time. I didn’t sleep well the night before. What time is it by the way?” I asked looking at the darkness outside my window.

“It’s like 1am right now,” he yawned. I began to felt bad that I had called him right now.

“Oh gosh I’m sorry that I called you this late I didn’t even look at the time, ” I rushed, all he did was chuckle saying, “It’s okay, really I’ve been because Scott snores like you wouldn’t believe.” He yawned again, it was almost as if I could picture him rubbing his face tiredly.

“Sunshine, how are you? You know, after yesterday?” He asked suddenly. I didn’t say anything at first, I haven’t really processed anything that had happened. I was kind of void of emotions especially now when I had just woken up. I’m definitely not used to telling anyone my feelings or revisiting my past.

“Y/N? You there?” He asked. The way he said my name sent a flutter of something, making my stomach sink.

“Stiles I don’t think I even know how I feel about what happened yesterday, let alone, in all honesty, be able to communicate that sentiment with someone I barely know.” I croaked out, feeling a lump grow in my throat. It was quiet for a while, so much so I thought he fell asleep but then I heard shuffling and a door close.

“Stiles?” I inquired, suddenly worrying if my honesty was going to finally send this strange boy packing. Why I suddenly cared about this kid I barely knew beat me.

“Stiles?” I repeated.

“Uh, yeah, I’m here. Sorry I couldn’t really hear you over Scott’s snores, so I left the room. That and uh Scott threw a pillow at me.” He explained.

I nodded like an idiot almost as if he could see me and I internally laughed at myself for being momentarily dumb, “Sounds like something Scott would do.” I snickered and rolled my eyes.

“Well he did it, and it’s my room. Anyways, you uh were about to tell me how you felt about yesterday. That girl was such for the lack of a better word jackass.” He said, I could hear him walking somewhere as the wind brushed against the speaker.

“Where are you?” I asked, smoothly changing the subject.

“I’m at home, duh, and don’t change the subject and answer the question.” He retorted. Damn, I thought he caught me. I’ve been trying to evade this conversation but nothing was working.

“Stiles-” I groaned.

“Don’t Stiles me. Talk to me Y/N.” He retaliated seriously. For the third time during this phone call he called me by my name, the way it rolled of his tongue made my heart race. For a second I thought I heard an engine roar to life, but I quickly shoved the thought away.

“Stiles, it’s not easy for me, opening up, not to anybody not even my parents. I’m used to dealing with things on my own, I’m not used to someone caring about how I feel about things. It’s easier this way and I don’t get hurt in the process. That’s how I deal with things. I’m sorry,” I murmured the last part quietly. Then I heard the door bell ring which seemed weird since it was you know almost two in the morning.

“Hold on, I think someone just rang my doorbell.” I said.

“Really, what if it’s some murderer?” He quipped.

“It’s not funny, I could be killed and my last conversation would have been with you, how unfortunate, really.” I growled, really hating the fact that no one was home.

I quickly put on a pair of shorts grabbing my bat as I made my way quietly downstairs. As I got to the front door I could see the porch light on and a shadow in front of the door. I peered into the peep hole seeing Stiles’s face with his phone to his ear. I unlocked the door cursing under my breath.

When the door opened and a smiling Stiles was revealed, I wanted nothing more than to punch him again. He put down his hand ending the call as I did the same, “Sunshine, fancy seeing you here,” he laughed, what an a hole, I was genuinely freaking out and here he was at my doorstep joking around.

“What the hell are you doing here Stilinski? Mind you I am holding a bat,” I asked upset. He rolled his eyes and gave me a look asking me if he could come in so I stepped to the side letting him enter my humble abode. Once inside, I closed the door, making sure it was locked.

“Look, I couldn’t sleep with Scott snoring and you clearly need to talk aboutwhat happened, even though your trying desperately to act like it didn’t phase you, when I know the truth because I was there. I’m here to ask you to take a chance, a risk albeit and trust me to be here for you and to listen to you.” He stepped closer to me, looking me dead in the eyes with an expression I couldn’t really place.

“ Take a chance? On who? On you? Someone I barely know? Trust is earned not given freely Stilinski, I don’t really have a lot in supply.” I chuckled bitterly, gazing at him incredulously, stepping away from him while making my way upstairs to my room.

“I don’t need a lot of your trust, I just need a bit so I can prove to you that I’m real, I want to be here for you but I can only do as much as you let me.” He retaliated confidently. As I entered my room, I set down my bat by my bed and I sat down on my bed with my back against the headboard while he mimicked my movements. I stared at him for a while , deciding what I was going to do and if I was going to share things with this kid I was beginning to trust.

“So what will it be Y/N? Are you going to let someone in or are you going to run and hide behind your computer screen again.” He pressed.

I sighed, feeling tired, “Where do you want to start?” I yawned, relaxing against the headboard.

“From the beginning, obviously.” He replied in a smart butt way that only Stiles could pull of so I rolled my eyes and begun my tale of why I refused to be around people and why I don’t get close to them.

The next morning I woke up with my head resting on his chest with his arm wrapped around my waist. His mouth was open a little and soft little snores were vibrating from his chest as he inhaled. As I watched him sleep peacefully, a piece of me never wanted to wake up from whatever unreal dream this was.

A/N: I hope you have a good day or evening and remember that you are lovely and perfect to me.

Love,

CaptainHopelessRomantik-808

#pale faced boy #stiles stilinksi imagine #stilinski trash #take a chance #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #scott mccall #lydia martin

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