Summary: Waking up next to your handsome boss wasn't on your list of things to do on a Las Vegas business trip. Waking up with a shiny, new ring wasn't either.
Warnings: Fluff, Vegas Wedding trope, CEO!au, kinda of Implied Smut
Word Count: 983
Author's Note: Here's my story for @bobgasm 's Au Writing Challenge! I almost forgot to post it so, I hope you enjoy it!
Waking up next to your boss wasn’t on your bucket list, especially when you don’t remember the night before. Everything was very blurry and only spurts of memories came back. Trying to remember more, made your headache even worse. The pulse behind your eyes was making itself very present. Reaching the nightstand quietly, you see a little glimmer reflecting off your hand. Looking closer, you see a stunning ring nestled on your ring finger. Forgetting about trying to find your phone, you completely focus on the piece of metal encompassing your finger. How did you get there? Why is it there? More importantly, who did you marry? The groan behind you gave you a queue of who this mystery husband was. Turning around, all thoughts flew out of your mind. The man who married you was none other than Robert Floyd, your boss.
The man in question had rolled over to lay on his back which allowed the sunlight from the windows of the room to wake him up. Squinting his eyes open, his vision focused on you. His eyes widened along with yours. Both of you seemed stunned by the situation at hand.
“May I ask why you’re in my bed, Dove?” he asked with a raspy voice.
Dove, the nickname he gave after working for him for a year. It came from you one morning humming a random melody while getting work done. When he heard your little melody, he jokingly called you a morning dove. So it spurred the nickname Dove, which is what he only calls you now.
“That I do not know Mr. Floyd, but could you explain this?” you replied holding up your left hand to show the glittering ring. You wanted answers to why you had what looked like a wedding band on your hand.
Robert grabbed your hand looking down at the pretty diamond ring with surprise and confusion. What made you more anxious was when you spotted a ring sitting on his left ring finger. He seemed to realize that as well when he had cradled your left hand in both of his.
“Dove, did we do something last night?” he questioned slowly. Looking up at you, he realized that you were trying not to throw up. You looked nauseous and panicked. This was true for the most part.
While you had always had a small crush on the handsome young CEO, you knew the boundaries of a personal assistant. Don’t flirt with him and don’t try to date him. These two mental rules you had been set in place very early in your career with Robert. Yet, by the time you had been working for him, you were completely enamored. He was kind, willing to work with you, and gave you a nickname that made you flustered still to this day. Now if you were connecting the dots correctly, you were married to him? Married to the man who haunted your dreams with fleeting touches and soft words. Married to the man who has been your boss for almost six years.
“I have zero idea, Mr. Floyd. All I know is that we had secured the deal with Mr. Robinson and decided to celebrate. After that, I can’t remember anything else,” you replied. Quickly getting up, you decided to see if anything in the room would give you more hints.
Scanning the area, you see a piece of paper sitting at the desk. It was hidden under a quickly thrown notebook. You inch closer to it, hoping it would be the key to your and your boss’s answers. The document had an official-looking seal on the bottom right corner and in the middle had both your signatures. In a pretty cursive said Certificate of Marriage with the officiant’s signature underneath it. You truly had done it somehow, you married your boss without any memory of how you did it.
Robert had made his way over to where you had been standing frozen looking at the pretty piece of paper. Looking over at what you were staring at, he found the answer to all the questions running around his head. He was married to you. He married you, his gorgeous assistant. The one that haunts his dreams all the time. His assistant whom he told himself he would never fall for. He didn’t know if this was a divine stroke of luck or a sick cruel joke. How would things go now made him feel unsure.
Should he immediately call his lawyer to file divorce papers? Or does he continue to float in this hoax of a marriage? His heart is yearning for the latter but his mind wants to immediately make sure you’re comfortable with what’s happening first before his feelings. So, he decides to break the tension stewing in the air for ten minutes.
“What would you like to do, Dove?” he softly asked. He didn’t want to scare you away with the prospect that he liked this.
You turned and looked at him for the first time since waking up. What do you do? Tell him that you’re okay with how things have panned out? Tell him you would divorce him as soon as he said he didn’t want this because you wanted him to be happy? You felt sick to your stomach like you just got off a roller coaster after eating a whole funnel cake. God, what do you do? Your brain and heart were at war with this decision. Live in this fantasy or break your heart by doing the right thing.
“I don’t know, Bobby,” you mumbled. Widening your eyes, you realized what you called him, Bobby. Looking over at him, you saw that he was smirking.
“Well, I do Dove,” he replied.
“What’s that?” you asked tilting your head to the side.
Warnings: Very graphic! Extreme violence and gore. Anxiety-inducing situation. I tried very hard to follow along with the Turkish language from the movie, I hope I don’t offend anyone. That was not my goal. There’s also fluff at the end so I hope that makes up for all of the blood.
A/n: I’m back! Finally... I’ve had this idea for a while, and it is from the prompt “Is this paint? Please, tell me it’s paint and not blood…” from @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone‘s writing challenge! Thanks for reading, feel free to let me know what you think!
Mitch quickly glanced down at his watch, noting the time before lifting his gun back up, the butt of the gun pressed into his shoulder as he held it.
He pointed the barrel in front of him as he rounded a corner in the old, abandoned building. Once Mitch realized the hall was clear, he dropped the gun to his side, slowly creeping along the wall until he could hear voices in the room behind the closed door next to him.
Out of all of the days, Hurley had to send me to do this today. The gruff man cursed to himself, loosening the tight bow tie around his neck before lifting the gun again and standing in front of the door.
He could hear conversation behind the door, picking out words here and there in the foreign language. A few words stood out to him, one of them being ölüm - or death in English. That's when he confirmed he had found the right room.
He kept count of the voices so he knew how many men were occupying the small room, four being his concluding number before everyone fell silent and rustling could only be heard. That's when Mitch decided to make his move.
He took a step forward before kicking the door in, pointing his gun in the general direction of the men. Two of the men drew their guns, pointing them at Mitch. The other two held up their hands, confused as to what was happening.
“ölüm.” Mitch says lowly, making it clear why he was there.
One of the men started shouting in Turkish at the taller man with a gun, telling him to shoot. Before he could, Mitch rapidly fires his gun, several blood- soaked bullet holes appearing on the man's chest before he drops to the floor.
Mitch quickly spins around, lifting his leg to roundhouse kick the other gun out of the other man's hand, making him drop to his knees while holding his hand against himself and crying out out pain. A broken hand was the least of his worries though once Mitch fires his gun, the bullet gong directly through his head, making blood splatter the room.
“God damn it!” Mitch yelled, looking down to his now red-speckled tuxedo and back to the other two men standing there with their hands raised.
“Now I'm pissed.” He warms them.
It's not a fair warning though, because only a millisecond later Mitch unloads a clip into one of the men in frustration, the other man trying to slip around Mitch to the exit, but not before Mitch drops his gun, grabbing the man and unsheathing his knife, instantly pressing it into the man's jugular.
“I know who you are, and I know what you have planned.” Mitch says through grit teeth. “Tell me where the bomb is and how to stop it, and I might let you live.”
The man told him it was in a church, making Mitch’s blood run cold and heart drop to the pit of his stomach.
“How do you stop it?!” Mitch screamed into the man's ear, trying not to let the panic in his voice show.
He held out a control to Mitch, telling him to push a sequence of buttons to get the bomb to stop. Mitch’s stomach flipped as he pushed the buttons, instantly feeling better once the control read “cancelled”. Mitch tossed the control onto the floor, holding his knife back to the man's neck. He begged Mitch to let him go and to let him live, but Mitch doesn't fall for it.
“You don't kill innocent people.” Mitch spat with venom before sliding the blade across the man's neck, dropping him to the floor and leaving him there to bleed out and die.
Mitch takes a deep breath before pulling his cuff over his watch to read the time, realizing he only has fifteen minutes to make it to the church.
He finds a bathroom and hastily washes up as much as he can before grabbing the control to the bomb for evidence and sprinting out of the building, jumping into the vehicle he came I and speeding off toward the church.
Once Mitch pulls up to the curb if the church where Hurley is already waiting, he quickly jumps out and fills Hurley in on the situation, Stan telling him he can handle it and that Mitch needs to go inside now.
Light music makes its way into Mitch's ears as he walks through the big doors, his heart pounding in his chest harder than it ever has before. More than any close call he has had on a mission, even more than the first time he killed a man.
Mitch draws in a few shaky breaths before walking his way down the aisle to wait for the love of his life.
He takes in the view once he makes it to the end of the aisle, spotting friends and family gathered in the room. He sees Hurley in the back with a smile on his face, a thumbs up letting him know to relax and everything is under control.
Mitch was shaken out of his thoughts once the pianist started to play the bridal chorus, making his heart race knowing she will be walking down the aisle to him any second now.
He looked down momentarily as he held his hands together to keep from shaking. His heart was beating through his ribcage as rapid, nervous breaths left his body.
He looked up again to be met with her standing at the other end of the aisle, an involuntary gasp leaving his lips once he sees how beautiful she looks.
The crowd awes over her also, her beauty and presence completely taking over the room.
She locks her eyes with him as she makes her way down the aisle to him slowly, her facial expression one of surprise when she finally meets him there, quickly whispering to him under her breath.
“What happened to you?” She questioned quietly as she looked him over, noticing the red splatters as she ran her fingers over his chest, forcing a smile from her lips to let everyone know all was well.
“Mitch, we had an agreement. Is this paint? Please, tell me it’s paint and not blood… I swear to G-” she covers her mouth once she realizes where she is, making Mitch chuckle.
“It's paint.” He whisper nonchalantly, flashing her a quick smile.
Of course he will tell her what actually happened, but right now she deserves to be happy and oblivious. He want her to remember this day and be filled with complete love and happiness.
The clergy person begins reads from the book, signaling each of them to repeat when they should.
“Having witnessed your vows of marriage with all who are assembled here, and by the authority vested in me, I announce with great joy that you are now Mr. and Mrs. Rapp. You may kiss the bride.”
Their lips meet in a sweet kiss as the room explodes in nothing but excitement and celebration from loved ones around them.
Prompt: I think I’m in love with you… - Theo *writing challenge* 500 words min – deadline feb. 2 - @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone
Author’s Note: So, I got this idea from a line in the movie “Dear John”, but I changed things up a bit. No copyright infringement intended. 😊
Master List | Watt Pad
Two Weeks.
The Present
It was late, almost one in the morning, when Theo plopped himself down on a large rock in Beacon Hill’s reserve that overlooks the town. He pulled out the letter that had been stuck in his back pocket all day. With his new school and trying to fit into Scott’s pack, there hadn’t been much time for him to sit down and read (Y/N)’s latest letter. So, unable to wait until tomorrow, he drove to his favorite spot.
A small smile tugged at his lips once he opened the envelope and pulled out the folded paper. He got like this with every letter. The feeling of being a little schoolboy with his first crush overcame him every time, and he loved it.
Theo,
I’m writing this probably a week before you’re able to read it, but I know I’m under the same stars as you. As I look up at the moon, I’m reminded of what you told me the first night we met – our first date, I guess you could say. You said that no matter where we are in the world, be it three thousand miles apart or half a world apart, we will always share the same moon. Now, if my calculations are correct, it should be a full moon by the time you read this, just like that first night. So, even though there’s three thousand miles and a three-hour time difference between us, smile, my love.
Theo finished the first paragraph of the letter and looked up at the moon. Sure enough, it was full. His smile broadened as he thought about that first night two months ago. It was a mild, summer night in the city, and one of his parents’ friends decided to throw a going away party on some fancy rooftop restaurant. Coincidentally, their friends also included (Y/N)’s parents, which was how she got dragged to the party, and so begins their story.
Two months prior - New York City – Night one.
Theo made his way through the crowd, dodging people he didn’t know and avoiding most of those he did. Just as he broke through the crowd, he spotted a girl standing by the edge of the roof looking out at the city lights. Her back was to him, so he couldn’t see her face, but she was in a black knee length sundress with matching wedges. She had wavy brown hair that reached past her shoulders. He had a gut feeling that she was one of the few here that was probably around the same age as him, so he sidled his way up next to her.
“Beautiful view, huh?” Theo questioned casually, trying to make small talk. His presence must have startled her because she jumped a little and looked at him. He chuckled a little, but when he saw her face and looked into her gorgeous hazel eyes, he lost his words. “Um… sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He finally apologized after clearing his throat.
The girl shook her head, “it’s fine. I was just lost in my own little world for a minute.” She offered a smile and held out her hand. “I’m (Y/N).”
“Theo.” He said while shaking her hand.
“Your parents drag you to this too?” She asked, clearly just as bored with the party as he was.
He laughed a little as he looked down in embarrassment, “sort of. It’s for my parents and me actually.”
“Oh. I’m sorry. Not that it’s your party, but for insinuating that it’s lame. Because it’s not lame. It’s…” (Y/N) looked around at the party, “fun. You know, good food and music, a lot of people.” She rambled on, which Theo found endearing.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to apologize. I needed a breather myself.” He smiled a little at her.
She gave him a shy smile before looking out at the view. “It is a great view, by the way. I’ve just been here all summer, and I’m kind of missing the stars back home.”
“Ahh… I didn’t think that accent was a city native.” Theo smirked. “Where are you from? Down south, obviously.”
“Yup. Born and raised in North Carolina.” (Y/N) confirmed proudly.
“So, what brought you to the city? Besides this awesome party, of course.”
(Y/N) laughed a little, “well, I guess our parents are friends or something because they got invited to this party, and then decided to make New York our family summer vacation.”
“You don’t sound too enthused about your time in the city that never sleeps.” Theo joked.
“No, it’s not that. I’ve had a great time, but we’ve been here for like three months. I guess I’m just homesick and missing the stars.” She explained. “It’s silly, I know. I guess I’m just not a city girl and I can’t wait to go back home in two weeks.”
Theo shook his head, “it’s not silly.” They grew silent as they looked out at the city together until he thought of a great idea. “Hey, do you want to get out of here for a while?”
(Y/N) looked at him surprised and confused, “I just met you.”
“And I just met you, but I want to show you somewhere that I can guarantee you haven’t been to yet.”
She weighed her options as she looked around the party. Everyone there was mostly adults. Apparently, their kids weren’t dragged to the party. The party hadn’t died down at all since it started over an hour ago, which only left (Y/N) to believe it wasn’t ending anytime soon. She spotted her parents laughing it up with who (Y/N) could only assume to be Theo’s parents.
“Fine. Lead the way.” She finally agreed with a small smile as she gestured for him to take the lead. Theo could only smile and grab her hand as he led her out of the party.
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Thirty minutes later, Theo put his truck in park in some random parking lot. They passed the time by getting to know each other on the way there. Just like how (Y/N) was heading back to North Carolina in two weeks, she learned that he was moving back west to California after eight years. He learned this vacation was the first time she’d ever been to a big city, especially for so long. They usually just go to the beach, but she has been to Nashville a few times. When asked why Theo and his parents moved to New York from California, he confided that his parents just couldn’t handle being there after his sister died. She confessed that she’d always wanted to visit California, and Theo couldn’t help but grin a little.
“Where are we?” (Y/N) asked as they hopped out of the truck.
“Inwood Hill Park.” Theo answered easily once they met on the sidewalk.
“Don’t you think we’re a little overdressed for a night at the park?” She teased as she gestured to their cocktail attire.
Theo chuckled, “I thought you country girls weren’t afraid to get a little dirty.” He said with a grin.
“Ha, ha. I’m not. I’m just trying to figure out why you brought me here.”
His grin widened to a full-fledged smile, “you’ll see. Come on.” He took her hand again and led the way.
The park was gorgeous. Street lamps lined the sidewalks, along with benches scattered around. There seemed to be so much natural landscape and open space that (Y/N) found it hard to believe considering they were still in Manhattan. Central Park is beautiful and all, but it’s man made.
“This park is one of the few mostly natural parks left in Manhattan. Nearly two hundred acres. And it has some of the best views of The Hudson River. Central Park has nothing on this place.” Theo explained as they walked down the pathway to who knows where.
(Y/N) looked over at him, and he had a sparkle in his eye. “Must be special to you.”
He looked at her confused, “why do you say that?”
“Because you’re beaming about it. You spend a lot of time here?” She asked curiously.
Theo shrugged a little, “I haven’t been here in a while, probably a year or so. When we first moved, I played little league on the baseball field here, and I played a couple of pick up games with my friends after that. I just haven’t really had much time lately, I guess.”
(Y/N) nodded her head in understanding, “so, why are we here now?”
He smiled before taking his phone out, turning on the flashlight, and pulling her towards the baseball field. “Hold this?” He asked, handing her his phone. There’s only a few street lamps around, so there’s not much light.
“Umm… what are you doing?” She asked as she took his phone and shown on him.
“You don’t like surprises, do you?” He asked with a smirk before climbing up and over the fence.
“Not when it involves breaking and entering…” She whispered as they jogged over to the gate opening.
Theo laughed, “we’re not breaking and entering.”
“Well, it certainly seems like it.” She stated and crossed her arms after handing him his phone back once he opened the gate to let her in.
“I promise you won’t get in trouble, (Y/N).” He tried to assure her as he held out his hand to her. She sighed before reluctantly taking his hand and letting him lead the way again.
“Seriously, what are we doing out here?”
Theo led her to the middle of the grassy area of the field and sat down. “Have a seat.”
Having no other option, (Y/N) plopped down beside him. “Now what? We’re in the middle of a baseball field and can barely see anything.”
“Look up.” He answered with a smile before looking up at the night sky.
(Y/N) did as told and followed his gaze. A smile instantly spread across her face. She could actually see the moon and some stars without all the light pollution from the city lights. “Wow.” She whispered, not wanting to disturb the peacefulness of it.
Theo let her soak it all in as they lay back in silence and gazed up at the stars and moon. He noticed how much she was missing home, and hoped that maybe this view would tie her over for another two weeks. More than that, he was able to get to know a girl that he was really starting to like. The only problem was, in two weeks, they’ll be on opposite ends of the country.
“Did you know that, no matter where you are in the world, we’re all staring at the same moon?” He asked, feeling the slightest connection to her even if they were three thousand miles apart.
(Y/N) giggled a little, “did you steal that from Dear John?”
Theo chuckled as he shook his head, “no. That one is that no matter where you are in the world, the moon is never bigger than your thumb.” He corrected, holding his thumb up towards the moon.
(Y/N) smiled at him as he looked up at the sky with his thumb up in the air and one eye closed before she did the same. “Thanks for this.”
“No problem. I know it’s probably nothing like a Carolina night sky, but I figured it might still help a little with your homesickness.” He said with a small smile.
“It definitely does.” She stated, reciprocating his smile.
He reached out and took her hand again, intertwining their fingers, and resting their hands between them as they continued their stargazing. They spent the next hour and a half just laying in the grass, trying to spot their favorite constellations, and sharing stories until both their parents started wondering where they were. It was clear to both of them that they shared an undeniable connection. Neither said anything about it, though, because they both knew they were on a ticking clock. So, they chose to just live in the moment and soak it all in while they could.
The Present
We’ve been separated only by distance for a few months now, and we’ve settled into normal routines. No more sneaking off to stargaze at Inwood Hill. No more showing me the hidden gems of the city or fooling around while our parents were out. No more late-night diner talks or the Chinese food you could live off of. No more sample tasting in Union Square or strolling through Fort Tryon Park. You showed me a side of New York that I never would have seen otherwise. Now we’re apart for a while, but after only two weeks like that together, how can we not survive this? Know that no matter how long or far away we are from each other, I’ll wait. Through time and distance, I know two things to remain true – I love you, and I’ll see you soon.
All my love, (Y/N)
As Theo finished reading the letter, he couldn’t help but feel bittersweet about it. He wished they could relive those two weeks every day. They were magical and full of laughter, but more importantly, love. It was a time in which Theo thought he’d never experience – the feeling of falling in love. That feeling, however, also made their last night together just as bittersweet as this letter. They confessed their feelings, but then had to fly in opposite directions the next morning. It was one of the hardest things he’d ever done.
Two months prior – New York City – Night thirteen & Day fourteen
Deciding to spend their last night together where it all began, (Y/N) and Theo had dinner at the fancy rooftop restaurant the party was at before ending the night on the baseball field at Inwood Hill. They came more prepare this time with a few blankets, lanterns and a Bluetooth speaker. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the night of a full moon, but there was supposed to be an epic meteor shower. So, they spread out a blanket and got comfortable. (Y/N) sat comfortably between Theo’s legs as he wrapped a blanket around them as a cool breeze moved in from the Hudson.
“I can’t believe it’s our last night.” (Y/N) said solemnly, not wanting their time together to end.
Theo kissed the side of her head, “I know. Is it weird if I say I feel like I’ve known you longer than two weeks?”
She turned to look at him with a smile, “no because I feel the same way about you.” She answered before giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“Good.” He hugged her a little tighter as they grew silent, neither wanting to talk about the inevitable yet.
(Y/N) could feel a tension between them, and she had a feeling there was something more on his mind than just their leaving tomorrow. She turned around in his arms and looked at him, “hey,” she rubbed his arm a little, “what’s going on in that head of yours?”
He was nervous, almost to the point where his palms were sweaty. But he decided it would be best if he just spit it out. “You scare the hell out of me, (Y/N).”
She could tell he was being vulnerable, “why, baby?”
“Because…” Theo exhaled a deep breath, “I think I’m in love with you.” He finally confessed, nervous about her response.
A broad smile crept upon (Y/N)’s face as she leaned in closer. “Good, because I think I’m in love with you too.”
Theo was surprised by her response. “And that doesn’t scare you? We’ve only known each other two weeks.”
“Of course it scares the hell out of me. I mean we’re only seniors in high school and we’re about to be three thousand miles apart for who knows how long, but that doesn’t change how I feel.” She smiled softly at him. “You can’t control when or with whom you fall in love with. It takes years for some people while others fall in love at first sight. It just happens without warning, but that’s what makes it so beautiful.”
He didn’t know how to respond to that. So, Theo just grabbed her face and pulled her in for a kiss. It was in that moment he knew he was kissing the love of his life. Whether they were oceans apart or their relationship didn’t last, he knew that to be a fact. Nothing would top these last two weeks of falling in love for the first time.
The next morning – JFK Airport
Since their flights were only an hour or so apart, it only made sense for Theo to tag along to the airport with (Y/N) and her parents, especially since his had left for California earlier in the week. He could have gone with them, but he convinced them to let him stay and give the keys back to their landlord. He didn’t want to leave (Y/N) any sooner than he absolutely had to. Thankfully, both of their parents understood that.
So, he tagged along, and once they all got through airport security, they grabbed lunch and browsed some of the shops since they got there extra early. There was clear emotional tension between (Y/N) and Theo about leaving each other, but they avoided it like the plague. Instead, the pair tried to soak in as much as they could. They knew the inevitable was right around the corner, though, and unfortunately, it snuck up on them.
“Flight 3465 to Wilmington, North Carolina is now boarding section A.” They heard over the intercom and the mood set in. This was it.
“We’ll give you two a minute.” (Y/N)’s mom said before she and her husband left to get in line at their boarding number.
(Y/N) and Theo stood there in front of each other, holding hands and staring into each other’s sad eyes while everyone hustled around them. “I guess this is it,” (Y/N) said solemnly as she fought the tears.
Theo exhaled a deep breath, “I guess so.” He said before pulling her tight against his chest, not wanting to let go. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and a few tears fell onto his shirt. He was trying so hard not to cry as he held her and slipped a letter into her carry-on backpack.
“Final call for Flight 3465, section A.” The attendant said over the intercom.
They pulled apart from one another, and Theo kissed her forehead as she sniffled. He then pulled her in for a kiss that almost felt like goodbye, but they refused to believe that. “I’ll see you soon, okay?” He promised as his blue eyes stared deeply into her hazel ones.
(Y/N) bit her lip as she nodded, “I’ll see you soon.”
With that, Theo let her go. He watched as she got her ticket scanned, and she gave him one last smile before disappearing into the terminal. When he could no longer see her, his shoulders slumped as a deep sigh escaped his lips. He was already counting down the days until he could see her again… whenever that may be.
On the plane
(Y/N) sat on the plane in a window seat beside her mom. She put on her noise canceling headphones and put her music on shuffle as a distraction. Normally, she used the music to distract her from flying because it made her nervous, but this time she used it to block out the rest of the world. She wasn’t in the mood to talk, especially since her mom would undoubtedly ask her about Theo.
Once the plane took off, and the stewardess said it was okay to turn on devices, (Y/N) pulled her backpack up to get out her tablet. Instead, she found a white envelope with her name written in Theo’s familiar handwriting. Her mind raced with the good and the bad of what he possibly could have written. With a deep and shaky breath, she opened the envelope.
(Y/N),
Two weeks. That’s all it took for me to fall in love with you. If I’m being honest, though, it didn’t even take that long. I think I knew the moment our eyes met. As crazy and scary as that sounds, it’s the truth. You turned my life around in a matter of fourteen days. You see, I’ve never believed that I would find love, never felt worthy of it, let alone did I think I would find someone like you. I love you not just for who you are, but for who I am when I’m with you. You make me want to be a better person – someone worthy of loving you and someone worthy of your love.
Unfortunately, we’re now going to have three thousand miles between us, but that’s okay because I have a plan. Now, I know we didn’t get a lot of time to really get to know each other. There’s still so much that you don’t know about me, and so much that I don’t know about you… yet. There is one specific thing that I remember you told me – you love handwritten letters. You find them incredibly romantic and personal, and feel it’s a shame that they’ve become such a rarity. Hence, why you’re reading this now. It also brings me to my plan.
We don’t know when we’ll get to see each other again, hopefully sooner rather than later. So, I want to know everything. I want to know about your day, your classes, your family, how you feel… everything you’re willing to share. Write it all down, and I’ll do the same. Now, I know we have texting, phone calls, FaceTime and every other communication technology at the tip of our fingers, but it’s not enough. It’s not personal, and more importantly, it’s not something you love.
I know the distance won’t be easy, but hopefully this makes it a little easier. We just have to have a little bit of patience and faith. This will work, (Y/N). You know how I know? Because I love you, and for the first time in a long time, I actually believe in something. I believe in us.
This isn’t goodbye. This is only the beginning.
I’ll see you soon.
All my love,
Theo.
As (Y/N) finished reading the letter, she sniffled and wiped away a few stray tears. Before, she wasn’t feeling so confident about where their relationship would go. In fact, she was terrified this was a “this just isn’t going to work out” letter. Instead, he surprised her with such a beautiful love letter promising that he was still in this with her. It made her love him even more.
“Is everything okay, sweetie?” Her mom asked when she noticed her daughter crying.
(Y/N) looked over at her mom with a small smile, “yeah. Everything’s going to be perfect.”
Warnings: It’s really stupid. Suggestive at the end
Request: It was for @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone ‘s writing challenge.
A/N: It’s really stupid and really funny so I hope you really like it!!
GIMME SOME FEEDBACKKKK. I Always need it, lol.
Extra:
Writing prompt is “Why are you wearing my pants?”
I was finally at home after a long day at school and then studying for a project in the library. I was tired and ready for a nap, but the moment I stepped inside, I heard the sound of a thump upstairs.
I looked up confused before I quietly reached over and grabbed the baseball bat I kept beside the door. I slid my backpack off my shoulder and dropped it silently. I made sure I had a good grip on the bat before I began to ascend the stairs. I walked silently, making sure not to step on any creaky steps, a skill I had mastered from many midnight snack adventures.
I had finally made it upstairs when I heard somebody grunt. I looked for the sound only to find out it was coming from my room. I walked cautiously, holding my breath, clutching the bat tighty,
I opened the door slowly before I swung it open, letting out a war cry as I swung it in front of me, ready to hit whoever was there, only to be met with a girly scream. I screamed back and turned only to see Stiles standing in the middle of my room with a pair of my pants halfway pulled up his legs.
I stopped and dropped the bat confused, before I began laughing, a loud, shaking laugh. “What are you doing,” I giggled out, trying to pull out my phone. I got it out of the front pocket of the pair of sweatpants I was wearing and quickly snapped a picture of Stiles looking mortified.
“I can- I can totally explain!” He yelled, fumbling slightly as he tried to push the pants down his legs. He now only stood in a loose t-shirt and boxers. His hair was messy, and he was breathing heavily, his cheeks red from embarrassment.
“Why are you wearing my pants,” I questioned, trying not to start laughing again.
Stiles fumbled for words before responding, “why are you wearing mine?”
I began laughing again and rolled my eyes. “Because you left them and I needed sweatpants. These were comfortable. What’s your excuse?”
“Well- y’know- Scott and I, we were playing uh truth or dare, and the dare was to put on some of your pants, so I was, and yea,” he rambled out, rubbing the back of his neck.
I laughed again and walked forward, wrapping my arms around his waist. He automatically wrapped his around me.
“Gosh,” I giggled, placing my head on his shoulder, “I so do not believe that, but I don’t even care. I love you so much.”
Stiles began to laugh along with me and nodded his head. “I love you too,” he smiled, kissing my temple.
I nodded before pulling back slightly. “Now, if you’re staying here, I’d say to keep your pants off, but we can do whatever,” I winked before laughing quickly and jumping on the bed, laid out on my back as I watched Stiles fumble for a second before his eyes widened and he crawled onto the bed on top of me.
A/N: This is for @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone ‘s Writing Challenge!!
Prompt Used: Can you pull it out, now?
Word Count: 712
WARNINGS: None, enjoy :).
“Can you pull it out, now?” You asked Liam. He turned to face you with a confused look and said “What?”, while furiously blushing. “The cake Liam, pull it out.” Liam’s mouth made a small ‘o’ as he remembered what you were talking about. “THE CAKE”, he stood up and ran to the oven. You looked at him and giggled, “What else would I be talking about?”. Liam glanced at you only for a second but you still saw the remaining blush that graced his cheeks.
You were making the frosting as Liam pulled the cake out, it was Funfetti, and it would need some rainbow frosting. “Is it done?” Liam looked at you and shrugged, “I’ve never made a cake before”, You sighed and smiled at him.
“Well, at least I’m here. Here, taste the frosting.” You swiped your finger in a bit of the frosting and walked to him. You held your finger up to him and he looked at it like it was a strange being. “Just lick it off Liam”, you brought your finger to his lips and he licked it. “Its good”, he smiled. You smiled at the thought of trouble and it son turned into a smirk.
“Oh, Liam you have frosting on your cheek”. He shook his head at you, “where?”. “Here”, you said as you swiped the remaining frosting on your finger across his cheek. He stared at you, his lips upturning to a smile. “That’s not fair”, he sighed as you giggled. “I’ll get it off”, you smiled.
You swiped some of the frosting back on your finger and brought your finger to your lips. You licked it off while Liam watched you with wide eyes. “There, wait you still have some on your cheek”, he rubbed the remaining frosting off with his hand. “Not anymore, let’s finish the cake.”
You got the cake finished just in time as the pack walked through the door. “What the hell happened here?” Stiles asked as soon as he stepped into the kitchen. You shrugged, “We might’ve had a flour fight.”
Scott walked in right after Stiles and just shook his head, “A flour fight? Why?”. You shrugged, “We were in a moment, it was fun by the way.” Stiles just stared at you and opened his mouth, probably to make a sarcastic comment, before Liam started talking.
“The cakes over there, on the counter.” He bumped shoulders with you and you gave him a small smile as he walked into the living room. You pursed your lips before looking back to Scott and Stiles, who were both looking at you with raised eyebrows. “Oh shut up, or I’ll tell Lydia all your secrets”, you looked to Scott, “and I’ll call Kira and tell her that you were the one who sent the flowers with the love note.”
They both put their hands up in surrender before leaving the kitchen. You smiled to yourself, you had them wrapped around your pinky. You grabbed the cake and followed Scott and Stiles, greeting the pack as you walked into the living room.
It was a surprise birthday party for Lydia, disguised as a pack meeting. You heard a car door slam and told everyone to hide before flicking the lights off. As you held the cake you waited for her to walk in, and when she did everyone yelled “SURPRISE!!”. She smiled the biggest smile and let a couple of tears fall, “You guys are the best”, she exclaimed. You walked up to her with the cake as everyone sang “Happy Birthday”. Lydia opened all her gifts and thanked everyone again and again before everyone started leaving.
You walked out with Liam, he grabbed a hold of your hand and you stopped walking. “What is it?”, you asked concerned. He looked at you and smiled. “You really are the frosting on top of the cake to me”, you blushed and giggled. “Is that a compliment?” You asked with a genuine smile. He nodded and placed his hand on your cheek. “You really are great to me”, he admitted. He leaned down and you lent up as your lips met. You pulled away first to breath, you looked at him and smiled before pressing your lips back to his.
You were walking home from school, its slightly cold out due to it being fall entering winter the skirt to your school uniform ruffles in the wind a shiver runs through you. You wrap your sweater tightly around yourself trying to keep warm. “Only a couple more minutes and you’ll be home” you think to yourself looking around you, you hear a branch snap behind you, you turn around quickly “hello?” you yell “who’s there?” No reply, you furrow your eyebrows confused you were about to turn back around when you see a coyote a full on coyote you start to back up slowly trying not to aggravate the animal in any way, the coyote starts to stalk it’s way over taking calculated steps almost robotic but it’s snarl told otherwise you kept trying to walk backwards away from it but every time you stepped back it stepped forward you decided to say fuck it and just book it so you took a deep breath before getting ready to for it thankfully you wore your boots instead of your heels today “okay so as soon a I exhale I’ll run for it” in you breath for a couple of seconds then you exhale turning on your heel sprinting for it luckily enough you weren’t too far away from home. Running you mistakenly look back to check if you’d lost it but it’s still hot on your tail no pun intended you look forwards again you can almost see your house by now you can hear your own heartbeat in your ears you kick it into full gear going at an almost inhuman speed just a couple more yards fu,bling with getting your keys out your keys out you almost trip but catch yourself fortunately you’re crossing the the driveway now you grab your door handle putting the key into the lock, unlocking it you could hear the the coyote right behind you, you close the door roughly locking it again as you close your eyes laying your head against it taking another deep breath feeling safe. Behind the door stood an unfortunate girl shivering due to her not having clothes on Malia Tate felt embarrassed to no end she knocked on the door not knowing what else to do the girl on the other side of the door furrowed her eyebrows looking through the peephole she saw The Malia Tate naked at her door cold as shit she opened her door uncertain of what was going on “uhh, hello? What are you doing here? Wait don’t answer that just come on in I’ll get you some clothes” trying your best to not look down at her body, just her eyes you step out of the way to let her in she quickly steps inside you close the door again leading her upstairs to your bedroom she follows her head hanging low as to not show her blush her beautiful long hair moving like waves in the wind you arrive to your room going straight to your dresser picking out some sweatpants and a sweatshirt handing them to her behind your back “ here you can wear these” she gladly takes them and purses her lips in shame “ now are you going to tell me why the hell you were naked on my doorstep?” Malia takes a sharp inhale of breath before speaking “ I know you’re probably not going to believe this but I’m a werecoyote my entire “clique” are supernatural creatures and I feel like I can trust you with this so I’ll tell you what they are Scott’s a true alpha there are different ways of getting the alpha status he got it be being a good person strength of character we call it you can also kill your or somebody's alpha to become one, Kira’s a kitsune there are 13 different types but I won’t tell you every single one she’s a thunder kitsune she can harness electricity, Lydia is a banshee she can predict death or sense when one is coming, Liam is a beta Scott bit him, Stiles is an abominable snowman but it’s more seasonal hopefully you don’t think I’m plain out insane” you stand there blinking trying to take in all the new information you then respond unsure of what to say “ okay I believe you” you reply her eyes widen in surprise “ really? You do, wow, that went a lot better than expected” she sighs you say “come on that is way to crazy to make up but I am going to get changed into something more comfortable you can turn on the t.v downstairs whilst you wait” you state turning back to your dresser pulling out a black tank top she leaves to go downstairs you then out on some jeans and grab a cardigan from out of the closet you look in the stand up mirror on your wall checking to see if you look okay you nod to yourself then turn around to see Malia with the remote to the t.v in her hand “ the t.v isn’t working” she says disappointedly you furrow your eyebrows for what seems to be the thousandth time tonight “huh, it should be working” you get interrupted by a knock at the door “there shouldn’t be anyone here my parents are still working” you say confused you walk down the stairs to open your door Malia follows smelling the air to see if she could sense who it would be she snarls when you open the door to find Theo Raeken leaning against the frame of the door smirking his smirk falters when he sees Malia behind you but quickly fixes it “Hello Theo what are you doing here? How do you even know where I live?” he responds fast to not be even more suspicious “that doesn’t matter what does matter is you going on a date with me let’s say Saturday?” he says cockily sure he’d get the date “No thanks Theo I already have a date but Thanks either way” he bares his teeth at you “I’ll follow you everywhere until you accept” he says stepping towards you Malia intercepts him getting to close grabbing his throat she backs him against the wall “ if you touch her I swear to god I’ll kill you” he smiles sadistically gasping for breath her grip on him seems to turn into a steel vice “do you understand?” she says threatening he doesn’t respond “ got it Theo?” she repeats he just nods and weakly replies “yes I get it” you just stand there frozen in fear of what would happen if things got to out of hand you then snap into it “ Malia! Don’t kill him, I understand that he basically threatened me into trying to get me to date him but he’s insane” she lets go of him and he quickly gets to his feet sprinting out of the door scared she stares as he goes when he’s out of sight she looks at you ashamed of what she did “I’m sorry what I did was irrational I understand if you want me to leave” she says “No Malia you were just being protective I completely understand and I was wondering if you’d go on that date with me Saturday?” she smiles like a ray of sunshine and nods “yes of course I’ll go on a date with you” and it was an amazing date
Prompt: I’m going to kiss you now… - Stiles *writing challenge* 500 words min – deadline feb. 2 - @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone
Author’s Note: Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everyone!
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Mistletoe.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year – Christmas season. The air was chilly and crisp, but warm sweaters and hot chocolate made up for it. Houses were decorated to the T with lights, wreaths, and ornaments. Wrapped gifts sat under the tree, stockings waiting to get stuffed. More importantly, though, it was winter break. That meant college students were back home in Beacon Hills for the holidays. It also meant it was time for the annual McCall holiday dinner party that everyone was invited to.
Normally, Stiles gets pretty amped about this dinner party because it was a time for everyone to get together and escape the craziness of their lives. They could just relax, have fun and forget about the supernatural world for a while. This year was different, however. It’s everyone’s second year of being away at college, and a lot of them hadn’t been back home since last Christmas – choosing to travel a bit or stay in their college town instead of going home. Stiles believed most of them chose to stay away because no one wanted to get sucked back into that world unless absolutely necessary. At least, that’s how it was for him.
He’d kept in touch with almost everybody, but there’s one person in particular that he hadn’t seen or talked to since the summer before they left for college – (Y/N). She hadn’t been back to Beacon Hills since that summer, claiming she was just too busy. Stiles knew different though. Beacon Hills and some of the people in it is a reality she didn’t want to face again. The town is nothing but painful memories for her, and he’s positive that he’s one of those memories.
That’s why he’s nervous. He’d heard through the grapevine that she was finally coming back for the holidays after incessant begging from her dad and a few friends. With the way he and (Y/N) left things off, Stiles wasn’t sure how things would be between them now. They didn’t exactly end on good terms – more like painfully awkward terms.
Now, as he stood in the living room of Melissa’s house, nursing a cup of hot apple cider, he found himself checking the door every time it opened. Scenarios of how things would play out have been running through his mind since the moment he heard she was coming. Each one being more awkward and humiliating than the last. They’d share generic “hellos” followed by “it’s good to see you” or “it’s been a while”, then things just go down hill from there. The conversation isn’t something he’s looking forward to.
“She’s running late.” Scott’s voice broke Stiles’ thoughts, causing him to snap his stare away from the door.
“What?” Stiles responded casually, pretending he didn’t know who Scott was talking about.
Scott laughed a little as he shook his head. “(Y/N). She is the one you keep watching for, right?”
Stiles shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t play stupid with me. I can tell if you’re lying, remember?” Scott said with a grin.
“Damn werewolf hearing.” Stiles grumbled with a roll of his eyes.
“Even if I didn’t have werewolf hearing, I’d still know.” Stiles looked at him with knitted brows. “One, you have a tell the size Texas. Two, I’m your best friend. It’s kind of my job to know these things.”
Stiles sighed, “whatever.”
“Hey,” Scott patted his best friend on the shoulder. “Don’t stress this too much. It’s only going to be as bad as you make it out to be.”
“Easy for you to say, Mr. Positivity. You didn’t witness the train wreck of our last conversation.” Stiles argued, glancing toward the door when he heard it open. Still not her.
Scott nodded his head, “true. But it’s been what? A year and a half? Surely, she’s moved past everything that happened. I mean, (Y/N) isn’t the kind of person to live in the past, you know?”
Stiles took a sip of his cider as he shook his head. “You don’t just move past the things we said to each other.” He paused for a second. “I told you the gist of what happened, but I spared you the details. It was bad, man.”
Just as Scott was about to sympathize with Stiles, the front door swung open again, and they both turned to see who it was. In came running a little girl with bouncing blonde curls and a smile from ear to ear. She hopped right into Melissa’s arms as the little girl’s mom came in soon after with a pie in her hands. Stiles’ heart pounded against his chest as he waited for (Y/N) to follow close behind her sister. Sure enough, a minute later, she walked in with a couple bags of gifts in one hand and a pie in the other.
Stiles’ breath hitched. (Y/N) still looked as beautiful as ever. Her chestnut hair was shorter and styled differently. She still had the same dimpled smile and sapphire eyes that could knock anyone to their knees. She wore a light brown knit sweater dress with knee high socks and boots. Stiles noticed she was struggling to keep hold of the bags and the pie at the same time, but couldn’t bring himself to walk over and help.
“Here’s your chance, buddy.” Scott said with a grin before giving Stiles the push in the right direction that he needed.
Stiles nearly stumbled right into (Y/N). When he straightened up, he threw Scott a glare before turning back to (Y/N). “Need some help?” He offered after clearing his throat.
(Y/N) stopped in her tracks and looked up at the sound of his familiar voice. “Um… yeah, sure. Thanks.” She said as her eyes met his for the first time in a year and a half.
“No problem.” She handed the presents over to him and offered an appreciative smile. “The, uh, pies go in the kitchen.” He stated and mentally kicked himself for stating the obvious.
She grinned and laughed a little, “I kind of figured.”
Stiles nodded, “I’ll just… go put these in there.” He said pointing back toward the living room where the tree was. (Y/N) nodded a little before they both went separate ways.
“Smooth, man.” Scott chuckled, causing Stiles to shove him in the chest a little as he walked by.
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An hour and a half later, everyone had finished eating and was back to mingling and catching up with one another. Stiles, not one for mingling, walked out to the front porch and sat on the steps. His mind ran million miles a minute, still plagued with thoughts of the conversation he needs to have with (Y/N). So far, things had been pleasant between them. Granted, they hadn’t spoken since Scott shoved him towards her as soon as she walked in. But she hadn’t shot any glares his way either. That was a good sign.
“This spot taken?” Her voice pulled him from his thoughts and he looked up to see her standing beside him with a small smile.
Stiles just shook his head before inhaling a deep breath and letting it out slowly. They sat in silence for a few minutes as they looked out at the setting sun just beyond the trees. It wasn’t the comfortable silence they were used to either. It was full of tension as they each waited for the other to break the ice.
“That food was…”
“How’s the FBI…” They both spoke up at the same time and couldn’t help but laugh a little. Stiles gestured for her to go first since hers was more than just about the food. “How’s the FBI program?”
“Good. They say I have a knack for investigating, but they think I like to go against the rules too much.” He responded with a little grin and a shrug.
(Y/N) couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, the FBI isn’t quite like our little Scooby Doo gang here, huh?” She nudged him a little with her shoulder.
“Yeah, I guess.” Stiles responded with a chuckle. “How’s USC?”
She shrugged her shoulders, “okay, I guess.” Stiles looked over at her, knowing something was off about her answer. (Y/N) looked down and started fiddling with her fingernails. “I just –“ She was about to say something but was interrupted by a fit of giggles coming from behind them.
They both turned to see (Y/N)’s niece, Maddison, standing there with her tiny hands covering her mouth, trying to hide the giggles. “What are you giggling about, silly girl?” (Y/N) asked with a smile.
Maddison pointed above Stiles and (Y/N) and giggled even more. The pair looked up to see they were sitting directly under the mistletoe. They both froze. “It means you have to kiss.” Maddison’s tiny voice stated with more giggles as if they didn’t already know.
(Y/N) and Stiles’ head snapped towards the child and then to each other with wide eyes. “I thought mistletoe was deadly for werewolves…” (Y/N) wondered, a little bit of panic starting to rise.
Stiles swallowed hard, “yeah, I think that’s only if they ingest it.” The anxiety Stiles was feeling before intensified.
“You gotta do it! It’s the rules!” Maddison exclaimed, getting impatient.
(Y/N) looked to Stiles, “we don’t have to do it. She’ll get over it.”
He looked over at Maddison who now had a pouty face with her arms crossed and a tapping foot. “I don’t think she will.” He said looking back at (Y/N). “It’s just a kiss, right? Doesn’t have to mean anything…”
“Sure. Yeah. Just a kiss.” She agreed nervously. “Just to please Maddison.”
“Right.”
They both leaned in. Stiles tilted his head to the right a little and (Y/N) to the left. Their lips locked for 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… 8 seconds until Maddison started clapping and giggling again before running back into the house. They pulled away, and Stiles looked at her, waiting for some sort of response.
She couldn’t look at him, and his heart sank in that moment. “I, um… I gotta go.” (Y/N) stated suddenly as she stood up and quickly walked away from the house down the sidewalk. Stiles was left sitting there stunned.
“Damn it.” He whispered to himself as he put his head in his hands.
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Stiles found (Y/N) a little while later sitting on a park bench a couple blocks away from Scott’s house. She was looking out at field in front of her with a pensive look on her face, clearly with a lot on her mind. He approached slowly, hands in his pockets, as he thought about how to broach the elephant between them, which had only gotten bigger thanks to that kiss.
That kiss that was only eight seconds long and probably considered PG, but was somehow electrifying at the same time. Even after a year and a half of not speaking to each other and after the way they last left things, there was still an undeniable spark between them. He was sure that (Y/N) must have felt it too, otherwise she wouldn’t have run off the way she did. He just wasn’t sure what that meant for them.
He sat down beside her without even asking, and she didn’t bother to look at him. The pair sat in silence for a bit, just watching kids run around in a game of tag, families on a picnic, and joggers with their dogs pass by. Anyone who didn’t know them, may assume they’re just strangers sharing a bench on a crisp winter day. There was at least a foot of space between them. His hands dug into his coat pockets trying to keep warm. Her arms crossed over her chest, keeping her guard up.
“You know,” Stiles began, “ever since I heard you were coming to the party, I’ve played every possible scenario in my head of how this would go. At least, I thought it was every possible scenario. Every one of them was incredibly awkward, and yet this still tops the cake.”
“Gee, thanks.” (Y/N) mumbled.
“No, I don’t mean it like that.” He defended with a sigh as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.
(Y/N) shook her head, “no, I know what you meant because I did the same thing.”
“Really?” He questioned in surprise, but she only nodded, still not looking at him. The silence was back again, and Stiles hated it. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). Not for what happened back there, but for the things I said last time we spoke. I didn’t mean any of it.”
“Do you know why I got so upset about you going to the FBI program?” She asked, finally looking at him. Stiles shook his head. “It wasn’t because you didn’t tell me or that you bailed on going to USC with me. I mean, that was part of it, but I just hid behind those reasons.”
“So, what’s the real reason?”
(Y/N) looked at him in somewhat amazement, “you really have no idea, do you?”
“No?” He replied as he shook his head, getting more confused by the minute.
“I didn’t want you to go because I… had feelings for you.” She finally confessed.
Stiles was taken back by her confession. Was he really that oblivious to her feelings that he had no idea? Now he felt awful about it, like he should have noticed it. Then he realized something she said. “Had? As in past tense?”
(Y/N) nodded, “yeah. I guess a year and a half and three thousand miles apart squashed all those feelings.” She declared before standing up and starting to walk away.
This left Stiles even more confused. Apparently, she was done with the conversation, but he wasn’t about to let her just walk away after dropping such a bombshell like that. He got up from the bench and quickly caught up with her. “Hey,” he started, gently grabbing her shoulder to make her stop. “You can’t just say something like that and then walk away, (Y/N).”
“There’s nothing left to say, Stiles.” She said with a shrug of her shoulders and started walking away again.
Stiles sighed in frustration as he rubbed his hand over his face and caught back up with her. “Like hell there isn’t. You’re forgetting that I know you better than anyone, and if you didn’t still feel something, then you wouldn’t have run off after that mistletoe kiss.”
(Y/N) just scoffed as they kept walking.
“So, you’re telling me that you didn’t feel anything when we kissed?” Stiles persisted as he kept up with her pace.
Her pace slowed a little and she gave him a knowing look. That was all the answer Stiles needed. “(Y/N), will you just stop for a second?” He plead, getting ahead of her a little and standing in front of her to stop her in her tracks.
“Don’t you get it, Stiles?” (Y/N) seethed with a glare. “It doesn’t matter what I think or how I feel or how you feel because at the end of the day, we both go back to our separate lives on opposite ends of the country in a few weeks. And you,” she poked him in the chest, “can’t base your feelings off one stupid kiss under the mistletoe. If you felt even the slightest ounce of what I felt for you before we left for college, then we wouldn’t be in this situation right now.”
“That’s not fair. How do you know that I haven’t just kept my feelings hidden this whole time like you did?” Now he was the one getting aggravated.
(Y/N) rolled her eyes, “please.”
“What? You can hide your feelings, but I’m not allowed to?” He asked rhetorically. “Well, I’ve got some news for you, (Y/N) – I did.” (Y/N) looked at him in shock now, clearly not expecting him to say that. “And I’ve spent the last year and a half trying not to think about how I destroyed any chance I may have had after the hurtful things I said to you that day. I’ve picked up the phone a million times to call you only to remember you probably hate me. Hell, I’ve even questioned if I did the right thing by joining the program.” He ranted. “So, don’t tell me how I feel or don’t feel.”
(Y/N) fought the tears that threatened to spill over. She’d waited so long for him to say words like that to her. The only problem was, she still couldn’t let herself feel happy about it. The fact still remains that they live on opposite ends of the country. So, she sucked it up and put on a brave face.
When (Y/N) didn’t say anything in response to all that, Stiles decided to man up. “And I know you still feel something, (Y/N). Otherwise, we wouldn’t be here right now.” His chocolate eyes stared into her crystal blue ones as she tried not to show any emotion. “So, in ten seconds, I’m gonna kiss you now, and if you don’t want me to, you’re just going to have to stop me.” He stated softly.
“10… 9… 8…” With every whispered number he inched a little closer to her. (Y/N) didn’t budge or protest the kiss. Instead, she bit her lip in nervous anticipation. The closer Stiles got, the faster her heart raced. “2… 1.” He finally whispered before gently placing his hands on her face and pressing his lips to hers.
This kiss was different from their last. It wasn’t short and sweet. It was slow and passionate. She didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. Her arms wrapped behind his neck as his moved to wrap around her waist, pulling her in closer. The longer it lasted, the more they both realized this was real. In that moment, it didn’t matter what was said in the past or where they lived. All that mattered was this kiss. This moment of clarity that they belonged in each other’s arms.
