Mine - Stiles Stilinski
A/N: Hello everyone! I cannot begin to tell you guys how excited I am about posting this!!!! I’ve spent so long working on this imagine and I honestly am pretty proud of how it turned out, I really hope you’ll enjoy it. This was written for @dylanobemineforever ‘s writing challenge (thank you for organising this, I had so much fun writing this imagine). The rule was to write whatever we wanted about any one of DOB’s characters but it had to be based off a song (from a given list). This imagine was based off the song Mine by Bazzi (lyrics are hereeeee)
I’d also like to thank @susybird for proofreading this pic for me, you are an absolute angel and your reactions to it were incredibly sweet! A inappropriate amount of wet sloppy kisses (on the cheek lmao) to @itsbilescallmebiles, thank you Weird Al for encouraging me and making me smile like an idiot during the whole process of creating this. @hellogoodbyebitch, I could not have written this without you!!! You were an absolute sweetheart and you made me feel much more confident about my work every single time I was unsure. You guys are the best <3
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Summary: What was supposed to be a joyous night celebrating the engagement of Y/N Y/L/N and Alec Meyers turns into a whirlwind of unexpected events which begs the question, how did we get here?
Warnings: Swearing, Angst, and that’s about it?
Word Count: 11K
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How did we get here?
“It was back in 2016. We were both in college and I was living in dorm C which was just across dorm D, where Y/N was living with her roommate Malia.”
Everyone in the room was listening to Alec’s speech. His navy blue suit fit him like a glove and his tie had been perfectly knotted, most probably by Y/N, who somehow had always mastered the delicate art of male accessorising. She was standing next to him in a knee-length dark purple dress and holding a generously filled champagne glass. Her delicate fingers held the crystal object with grace as the solid rock on her ring finger glistened brightly, and her eyes were focused on Alec’s handsome face as she breathed in his words.
“The dorm laundry room was in a small hall that connected the two dorms and because my close friend and roommate Ben was constantly in the company of,-” he cleared his throat and smiled sheepishly,-“young girls, I would usually go sit in said hall and study there. Then one day, I was working on a research paper and I was hungry. So I got up and walked up to the vending machine across from me and I bought myself a pack of Skittles. Now, let me remind you guys, I had just turned 21, I was in community college, I barely had enough money to buy pizza and a coke, so naturally, when I saw the price was 2 dollars and a quarter I wasn’t exactly thrilled. But I bought it anyway, cause I was hungry. I had three quarters left in my pocket and I went back to my seat on the floor, when the most beautiful girl in the world walked into the hall. And I swear,-” he laughed, shaking his head,-“my heart literally did a somersault in my chest! I was breathless!”
“Al,” Y/N whispered as she wrapped her arm around his waist and blushed deeply.
“And um…the pretty girl came up to me and then asked me something. Thing is I was so mesmerised by her that I had to ask her to repeat her question. And what was the question again?” Alec looked down at Y/N and grinned lovingly.
“I asked him if he had any money because I was three quarters short from finishing my last load of laundry,” Y/N answered as she smiled brightly.
“I immediately took out the coins from my pocket and without even talking, I placed them in her hand. And let me tell you, sparks flew! I mean seriously, fireworks!” Chuckles and “awwws” could be heard all around the room but the couple was too distracted by each other to notice. “She thanked me, went back to the laundry room and I went back to work. After about fifteen minutes, she came back and placed a small folded piece of paper on the floor in front of me, then, she winked and walked away. Obviously, I read the note and it turned out to be her number. I called her that very night and we went on our first date the next day. Seems like ages ago now doesn’t it?”
“It really does,” Y/N answered softly before burying her face in his chest. Everyone around them applauded loudly and Y/N turned to face the crowd, her gaze falling on a specific group of people very close to her heart.
Malia was wearing a sleeveless black dress that ended a few centimetres over her knees, her arm was wrapped lovingly around Scott’s as he grinned widely and clapped his hands together. Lydia was with Jordan, they were exchanging a light kiss and his arms were wrapped around her waist, his fingers tugging at the light pink fabric of her top and holding her close against his grey suit. On their right stood Y/N’s best friend. He was wearing a light blue shirt with a black blazer over it, but no tie, he hated ties. His hair was dishevelled, not being all that different from its usual spiky demeanour, and his amber eyes were gazing into hers. She smiled fondly at him and he smiled back, yet she couldn’t help but notice his eyes weren’t following suit. “Thank you all for being here, we hope you have a nice evening!” Y/N exclaimed as she seized her fiancé’s hand and dragged him away from the centre of the room. “I hate to leave you but I have to go mingle,” she told him before planting a kiss on his cheek and disappearing into the crowd. He grinned and went to say hello to his guests.
“You guys are just too cute Y/N,” said Lydia as the stunning brunette made her way over.
“I know right? God I love him…” Y/N smiled timidly as she sipped her champagne.
“You should! He’s petty hot in that suit…” added Malia, earning herself a couple of raised eyebrows, including from her boyfriend.
“Thank you, Malia, but I’m pretty sure you don’t wanna wake up Scott’s alpha side.” Y/N winked at her friend and Scott laughed. Stiles, however, stayed silent.
“Hey Stiles, come with me, I’m gonna get myself another drink okay?” He nodded and they both walked away from the group. A couple of people stopped Y/N from going any further in order to congratulate her on the engagement and she politely thanked them, not noticing Stiles’ incessant eye rolls. Finally, they had made their way to the liquor table on which dozens of different alcohols were being displayed.
“Are you okay? You seem a little…quiet, which isn’t a good look on you,” Y/N asked worriedly as she poured a little peach liquor in her glass.
“I’m fine,” Stiles stated calmly, his eyes staring at the bottom of his own.
“Are you sure?”
“He’s a romantic that one,” Stiles pointed out as he looked over the crowd to see Alec’s face. Y/N’s eyes turned in the same direction as his and she smiled as she shifted her weight.
-“Yeah, he is.”
-“Little over the top don’t you think?”
-“What do you mean?”
-“Well I mean, come on. ‘Fireworks?’ Could he be any more cliche?”
“Stiles it was super sweet.” Y/N laughed as she sipped at her peach vodka.
“Exactly, too sweet. So sweet it became gross.”
“I’m not sure how I’m supposed to react right now.” The brunette’s smile had disappeared. She frowned and stared at him.
“Are you sure he’s not gay?”
“What?” Y/N asked, obviously starting to get very annoyed by Stiles’ comments.
-“He’s way too sensitive to be into women.”
-“How much did you drink Stiles?”
-“A lot more than he has.”
-“And I’m supposed to be impressed?”
-“Why are you even marrying him? You’re legal you know, no need for a green card.”
“You’re an ass, Stiles.” Y/N walked away from him and walked back to the group, her nostrils flaring.
Stiles downed the rest of his drink and followed her.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” asked Lydia.
-“I don’t know.”
-“What do you mean?”
-“It’s Stiles, he’s acting really weird, and kind of insulting really.”
-“What did he say to you?”
“Um, guys?” Scott asked as he looked back at the centre of the room where the mic was being given to someone who had yet another strong drink in his hand.
-“He said Alec was gay and I know it’s stupid but I don’t know, he’s being weird and-”
-“-Guys.”
-“Why would he say that?”
-“I don’t know he ju-”
-“-Guys!”
“What?” Exclaimed the three girls as they turned to Scott.
“Stiles has the mic.”
“Oh god…” Y/N muttered as she realised that Stiles was in fact in the middle of the room and currently tapping the mic with his index.
“Testing. Testing.” The room started to quiet down and everyone turned to the drunk young man expectantly.
“Good evening everyone, my name is Stiles Stilinski anddddddd I know what you’re thinking, weird name rrrright? Yeah, I know, it’s weird, it’s not my actual name, but Alec, that’s a real name, that’s Alec’s real name anyways. Alec’s kind of weird too right? I mean seriously, try repeating Alec fifty times out loud and you’ll understand what I mean. Alec, Alec, Alec, Alec, Alec, Alec, Alec, Alec,…”
“I’m gonna go take the mic from him,” Scott said before walking up to his friend. But Stiles had seen him coming and put the mic out of arm’s reach.
“Okay fine I’ll stop repeating Alec, besides I don’t need to anymore, everyone understands now. Here’s what I want to say. I want to talk about Y/N because she’s the reason why everyone’s here tonight right? Y/NNNN. What to say about Y/N…” Stiles sighed loudly and walked a little further from Scott.
“Y/N and I met in high school! Yep. High School sweethearrrrrts if you will, although I guess not sweethearts cause well, we’re not dating, we didn’t date, never did. But we were close! Still are, right? Where is sssshe rrrright now? Oh, there you are! Hey Y/N!” Stiles pointed his finger at her and shouted out her name while she just stared at him, appalled by his slurred words and drunk behaviour. She wasn’t the only one. The entire room was looking at him, whispers were being exchanged between the different guests and pitiful eyes sent her glances every once in a while.
“She looks maaaaaad…I mean she has a right to be, I’m being an asssss right now! Why would she want an asshole when she has a sensitive, kind and perfect Ken Doll to keep her company, am I right?” His words, harsh as they were, didn’t phase Alec in the least and his soft eyes rested on Y/N’s stoic expression.
“Babe, do you want me to talk to him? I think he drank a little too much,” he whispered in her ear and she shook her head calmly.
“Scott’s dealing with it.”
“By the way Ken, you’re a really nice guy! Really romantic and sweet and you’re hot as hell I mean how the actual fffuck can someone like me compete with a blonde mmmale bimbo like youuu? Does that ever complicate stuffff? Being that hhhot? I mean it must right? People must think you’ve gotta be the dumbest person alive because of your hotness. I mean it’s practically a hate crime being that hot and being smart! You know most people would feel threatened by you, but me? Not me, I don’t feel threatened, at alllllllllllll. Like at all. Why would I be? You know? I’m happppy! I’m glad you’ve got that great lawyer gig thing, and I’m really happy your breath smells like mint, and I’m even happier you got the girlll of every guy’s dreams! I mean, woaaah!! It’s like you won the lottery with that one! In fact, I think-”
“-Shut up Stiles, stop it right now, I’m serious.” Scott grabbed Stiles by the arm and dragged him away from the crowd.
“Mic Drop!” Stiles exclaimed before throwing the mic up in the air, making it land right on the table on which the alcohol and champagne glasses were being kept. Guests exclaimed as the shattering glass fell on the floor of Alec and Y/N’s home. One of the caterer’s helpers quickly rushed to the scene and started to clear it up but it was an absolute mess.
“I can’t believe you, Stiles! What the hell is wrong with you?” Malia slapped Stiles so hard he swore every single guest had heard it. And just as if it couldn’t get any worse, Alec put his firm hand on his shoulder and opened his mouth to talk to him.
“Stiles, obviously, you’re not well. Why don’t I get you home so you can get some sleep?“
Stiles was about to answer something rude when Y/N shot him a glare.
“That’s okay Al, I’ve got it. Enjoy the rest of your night, guys!” Scott reassured them kindly as he started dragging Stiles towards the front door.
“No Scott, let me. I’ve got a couple things I wanna say to Stiles before he goes to bed,” Y/N said before squeezing her fiancé’s hand and leaving the house with her drunk friend.
Stiles’ apartment was a good 30 minutes away from where the engagement party was taking place, which made the car ride extremely awkward seeing as neither Stiles nor Y/N spoke a word. Stiles, who was sitting in the passenger’s seat, looked out the window and focused on the lights coming from the lampposts along the streets. The silence was excruciatingly tense and finally, the tie-less young man cleared his throat and looked back at his friend, only, she didn’t look back.
“Y/N, stop furrrrrowing your brow like that, or you’ll ave wrinkles fo life.”
“Fuck you, Stiles,” she snapped.
“Oh cm'on, was a joke,” he said, raising his voice. He seemed annoyed at her anger, which only worsened her mood.
“What the hell was that Stiles?”
“What was what?” Stiles rarely played dumb, but when he did, it riled her up.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Y/N pulled her eyes away from the road to look at him and her glistening eyes erased the smug look on his face instantly. Y/N was driving pretty fast, but somehow the sight of her breathtaking orbs across which danced the furtive city lights of LA seemed to slow down time, and it even seemed to sober him up a little. Realising he had probably been staring at her a little too long, he snapped out of his daze and looked away.
“Stiles?” she asked him, her voice a little softer than before.
“I’m sorry.”
Neither of them said anything for a while. Y/N focused on the road ahead, occasionally letting her eyes set themselves upon her high school friend whereas Stiles avoided her stares, his head turned in the opposite direction. Eventually, Y/N sighed and turned on the radio. The song Mine by Bazzi started to play and she let her head fall back against her headrest.
Yeah, I just had lil’ bit too much Hennessy
Just gotta tell you how I feel
You so fucking precious when you smile
Hit it from the back and drive me-
Y/N turned off the radio instantly, the beginning of the song felt much too familiar and it was making her uncomfortable. Silence was good enough, for now…
The car stopped in front of a large concrete apartment building about twenty minutes later and Y/N didn’t even help Stiles out of the car, which obviously annoyed the crap out of him. She did wait for him though, and five minutes later, they were about to enter Stiles’ apartment, 3B. The drunk young man struggled to put the key in the lock and Y/N grabbed it from him, opening the door herself. She didn’t want to wait for another half hour before getting home and Stiles was taking forever.
“Thanks,” he slurred.
In they went, and as soon as Y/N entered the apartment, an awful smell of smoke, alcohol and sweat filled her nostrils.
“Oh my god, Stiles, ever heard of windows?” she groaned rhetorically, quickly walking up to the large window above the couch on which she dropped her purse. She made sure she had opened it wide enough to make the air inside the living room breathable when she turned around and realised Stiles had disappeared. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. Stiles?” she called out before going into the small kitchen on her left. “Stiles? Stiles, I’m not in the mood for hide-and-seek so would you please ju-,” Y/N stopped talking when she heard an awful sound come from the bathroom.
The door was ajar and she could make out Stiles’ blazer on the tiled floor. She slowly walked into the dark bathroom, and her eyes rested upon Stiles in his sweaty light blue shirt, with both his legs lying on either side of the toilet and his head resting on the seat. He looked like a mess. “Stiles-…”, the second she opened her mouth, Stiles buried his face in the toilet again and the nauseating sounds she had heard before coming in resonated inside the porcelain bowl. Immediately, she bent down and placed herself on her knees right behind him in order to rub his back with her palm. She was angry with him, furious even, but he was her best friend, and even his drunk behaviour wasn’t enough for her to forget empathy. “It’s okay, let it out. Let it all out.” He groaned as she tried to soothe him with her soft voice. Finally, he rested his head on the seat again, the bile having completely left his body. They stayed that way for a while. Y/N kept rubbing circles with her hand, occasionally switching between left and right when one got tired and he made little moans every once in a while. Eventually, he started to shift and she helped him up, his knees had obviously been weakened by the amount of scotch he had consumed at the engagement party. Y/N filled up a glass with tap water and practically forced it down his throat, cleaning out the last of his vomit. “Are you okay?” she asked him calmly. He nodded and walked past her, banging his shoulder against the side of the door as he left the room, leaving her alone in the dark.
She followed him and that’s when she really noticed the mess Stiles was living in. Dirty dishes were left in various places in the living room, and empty beer cans and bottles were lying around everywhere. Old pizza boxes, some still containing a few slices were stacked up in the corner of the room and there were dirty clothes everywhere she looked. “Stiles, what the hell…” she muttered to herself. He had gone into the kitchen and while she expected him to come out with a sandwich in hand, he came out with a pack of beer. Her kind expression immediately turned to an angry glare and she blocked his way. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m going into my living room.” he tried to walk past her but she blocked him again and he started to get impatient. “Let me pass,” he said harshly.
“No. No, you are not ruining my evening by getting drunk and embarrassing my fiancé and then drinking yourself into a coma.”
“I made myself throw up Y/N, a lot of alcohol has left my body and I’d like to get some back in, I’m a grown ass man, and I’ll do as I please, so let me pass,” he said angrily as he pushed her aside, something she never thought he would do. Shocked by his actions, she turned around only to face his back and retaliated.
“A grown ass man? Really? Cause the crap you pulled at the party, that wasn’t exactly what I’d call mature Stiles.”
He didn’t even turn to look at her, he just sat himself down on his laundry covered couch and opened a can. “I can take care of myself Y/N, go away.”
Her eyes widened at his comment and she stomped towards him. “I can see that! Yeah, this place doesn’t look like a frat party tornadoed its way in here!” she exclaimed sarcastically and he avoided her eyes, staring into his can. “Give me that!” she finally yelled before swiftly taking his beer. He shot up instantly and grabbed her by the wrist.
“I’m sorry,” he said, letting her go immediately. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, falling back down on his couch. Her nostrils were flaring and she stared him down, her mouth slightly open, letting a thin line of air in and out. “I’m-”
-“-sorry, yeah you’ve said so.”
-“Y/N-”
-“Are you gonna talk?”
He looked up at her and that’s when she realised just how terrible he looked. His skin was pale and he had huge bags underneath his chocolaty eyes. They were reddened, which translated a lack of sleep. He was unshaved and his prickly stubble covered the beautiful constellation on the side of his face. His hair was unkempt, like it usually was, but it just added to the feel of brokenness Stiles was projecting onto her.
“I’m just tired.” his eyes stared down at the ground and he rubbed his hands together as though he was trying to keep warm.
“Obviously, but there’s something else, and I’m not gonna wait around all night for you to tell me what it is.” Again, Stiles looked up at her but didn’t say anything.
“Fine,” Y/N said, letting her arm slap against her waist before grabbing her purse and walking towards the doorway. She put her hand on the knob and started to turn it when she heard him speak. “You’re my best friend.” She stopped dead in her tracks, her heart thumped against her ribcage as she turned around.
“You have been since we were juniors. Do you remember how we met?”
She didn’t respond and he got up.
“We met at that party. Benjamin Wilson’s party. Everyone was there, even freshmen. You were wearing your dark blue flannel shirt with the black tank top you always wore. And you had those black jeans with the scissored cuts at the end. I remember that your hair was tied up in this messy bun and you weren’t wearing any makeup, you were just…you.”
Stiles was almost whispering as he started to walk towards her, very slowly, as though she were a kitten he was trying not to scare away.
“You were leaning against a wall and uh, you were watching people dance and drink. You had a beer can in hand but, it was unopened. And then they started a mosh pit and I tried to get away before getting caught up in the middle of it. That’s when some idiot decided to jump around outside of the mosh pit and pushed me against you-”
“And then your drink spilled all over me and I punched the guy who pushed you,” Y/N breathed out. He smiled softly and kept going, the distance between the two of them growing smaller.
“Yeah. I kept saying sorry but you just laughed and blamed it on the poor guy who had a nosebleed. We spent all night talking and making fun of the idiots who were getting drunk and making out. You gave me your number but I lost it.”
“And on Monday, I showed up at the high school as a transfer and you spent all day trying to convince me you hadn’t ghosted me on purpose.”
“Did it work? Did I convince you?” inquired Stiles, even though he already knew the answer. His face was dangerously close to hers and his alcohol-tainted breath fanned across her chin.
“Stiles…” she whispered, her eyes shut tight.
“Did I?”
“Stiles, you shouldn’t-”
“Y/N,” Stiles muttered. Y/N was about to do something stupid when suddenly she felt his hand on her left hip and she immediately opened her eyes and pushed him away, making her purse fall to the floor in the process.
“What are you doing Stiles?” she questioned almost accusingly. He looked confused and hurt when he suddenly started to unbutton his shirt.
“Are you serious? What the hell is wrong with you!” Y/N gasped as she covered her eyes.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist, I’m just changing. Besides, you’ve already seen me shirtless before.”
“Right except you didn’t try to kiss me when I did,” she stated, uncovering her eyes.
“You think that was me trying to kiss you?” he asked, still shirtless.
She stared at his slightly toned stomach, and couldn’t help but gulp at the sight of his happy trail.
“Well, what were you doing if you weren’t trying to kiss me?”
“I…” he started, but quickly pulled a red sweater down his upper body and sat down on the armrest of his couch.
“You…?”
“Will you just drop it?” he asked roughly. She shut up and shifted her weight. Silence. Complete and utter silence, they were both looking into each other’s eyes but their stares were tense and cold. Finally, Y/N went into the kitchen, not seeing the puzzled look on Stiles’ face. He heard a lot of shuffling and pots and pans clashing before she finally came back into the room gripping a black trash bag with both hands. She bent down and started to throw the crumpled up cans into the bag. He got up and walked towards her but she turned around, pretending not to notice he was about to talk.
“Y/N what are you doing?” he sighed loudly as if her actions were exasperating. She ignored his question, deeming it stupid as he could clearly see that she was cleaning up his mess. One by one, the cans left the carpeted floor and Stiles just stood there, staring at his friend who had tied her hair up into in a messy bun.
“Y/N.” Again, she ignored him and got up, walking past him to start grabbing his dirty clothes. He watched her delicate fingers tightly hold the collar of his favorite flannel and his eyes welled up when he had a déjà vu. She was the same. She was just like she had been at that party seven years ago, with her hair untamed and a flannel on her body. The neon lights coming from the bar across the street, coloured her soft skin, it’s usual white tone replaced by a pattern of blue and red. She was simply breathtaking. That was all he could think about as she kept securing his shirts onto her outreached arm.
“Y/N.” he muttered to himself not expecting her to hear his hoarse voice.
“What?” she snapped, finally letting her eyes pierce through his.
“What are you doing?” he forced himself to ask aloud.
“What does it look like I’m doing,” she retorted angrily before pushing past him roughly. “I’m cleaning up your mess because as usual, you’re incapable of doing so yourself.” Her words hurt him more than he’d care to admit. She was never this angry, she was always understanding and kind. Never in a million years did he think Y/N of all people would speak so harshly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/N kept her lips sealed shut and this made the blood in his veins boil.
“Enough with the fucking silent treatment!” he shouted out angrily, the vein in his forehead pulsating furiously. She stopped dead in her tracks and his heart shattered when he realised that her gorgeous eyes were welling up.
“I’m s-” he tried to say as he stepped forward, but she didn’t let him finish. She walked up to him and before he knew it, a hot white feeling of pain flashed upon his cheek and he let out a yelp.
“What the hell was that for?” he exclaimed, immediately cupping his cheek with both his hands. She didn’t answer but instead, crashed her lips to his.
The sudden action made Stiles’ eyes widen instantly and his heartbeat sped up so much he thought his chest was going to burst. ‘What is happening right now?’ he asked himself as his lips chose to respond to Y/N’s actions. The kiss was so many things all at once.
It was honest. The way their lips fit together perfectly, as if their bodies were a puzzle and all they needed was to be connected in order to be complete, the way she tugged at his collar with both hands, desperately trying to hold on to him as if she were about to lose him at any minute, the way his heart called out her name with every beat in his chest, all of those things proving to one another that it was more than just a kiss.
It was passionate. Stiles brought his hands to her waist and pushed her against the wall, making his lamp fall to the floor in the process. He brought his right hand up to her face and slipped his fingers through her soft hair, lightly tugging at it as she pushed her body closer to him. His scruff felt deliciously rough against her smooth cheeks when the tip of his tongue grazed her lower lip and she granted him entry without hesitation, letting his muscle caress her own needily.
The kiss was angry. Y/N’s taste bud lit up instantly when she tasted the vile aftermath of smoking and drinking in his mouth and suddenly, she felt her heart beat faster than it had been, only she couldn’t tell if it was from her anger or the way Stiles was dragging his nails slowly against the back of her dress. She harshly bit his lower lip and he groaned as she drew a tiny drop of blood, but he didn’t care. She was there, doing things to him he had always dreamt of but never had the chance to experience. That’s when it happened. A distinctive sound buzzed through Y/N’s purse and their bodies shot apart, Y/N immediately wiping at her lips as she avoided Stiles’ eyes.
She hurried across the room and yanked her purse off the floor in order to get her phone out. First ring. Stiles leaned against his wall, his fingers drumming nervously against his thigh, a habit he had picked up at his FBI intern program. She looked dazzling with her red and swollen lips as she stared at her phone screen.
Second ring. He shifted his weight and furrowed his brow, why wasn’t she answering?
Third ring. Stiles’ jaw clenched as he starting to chew on his lower lip, the situation worsening his usual state of anxiety.
Fourth ring. ‘Y/N answer the damn phone,’ he told himself when he realised she wasn’t going to move.
Fifth ring. There was an awful pit in his stomach and his clammy hands shook with anticipation. She let the phone ring, her body not moving a muscle. That was it, it was over.
Y/N exhaled loudly, making Stiles realise she had probably held her breath the whole time, just like he had.
The silence was horrible. Neither of them had said anything in the past five minutes and Y/N was still standing next to the door, her back facing a terrified Stiles who was still furiously tapping his fingers on his leg. Suddenly, she slowly turned around and walked up to the couch, feeling the rough material against her skin as she seated herself on it. He was about to say something when he saw her bury her face in her palms and the strangled sob that escaped her throat made his heart shatter into a million pieces. He rushed to her side and seated himself on the coffee table in front of her, pushing her phone to the floor with his body without realising it and placing both of his hands on her bare knees, rubbing the smooth skin with his calloused fingers. Her large tears fell onto her flattering dress and his cognac eyes flooded with tears of his own at the sight of the broken woman he loved more than life itself.
“Y/N-” he murmured.
“-stop saying my name!” she spilled before pushing past him, bolting towards his bedroom, which she locked herself in without looking back. He had only caught a glimpse of her face when she left but it had been enough to notice her running mascara and humid eyes desperately trying to keep more salty water from crossing the border of her bottom eyelids.
How did we get here?
Quietly, Stiles brought himself in front of his bedroom door and sat down with his back against it. He leaned his head back on the firm wood separating him from his best friend. Breathing slowly, he opened his mouth and looked up as though she was standing above him.
“You’re my best friend,” he admitted. “You’re upset. I can’t not comfort you because you’re my best friend Y/N, please open the door.” She didn’t respond and the door didn’t move in the slightest. He rubbed the back of his neck trying to soothe his wrecked nerves.
“Look we don’t have to talk about this, ever. I promise, no one has to know. We-we won’t even talk about it to each other, I swear to God,” he assured trying to convince her to open the door.
“I promise, okay? It was just a spur of the moment thing, it won’t happen again, ever. It didn’t mean anything, we know that. Just please Y/N, open the door, let me in, come on.”
Still no answer.
“I-I… please, I beg of you just open the door. Come on, I don’t blame you for this, okay? Alec and the others, they don’t have to know, it was just an impulsive mistake that meant nothing, just please let me in Y/N, please,” he begged, this time, the tears rolling freely down his cheeks. His pleads were heart-wrenching, and Y/N couldn’t stand it any longer. Suddenly, the door flew open and Stiles fell back against the floor that, luckily, had been carpeted by the previous owners. This time, Y/N was standing above him and he blushed when he realised she could clearly see the humid mess that was his face. She ignored it and held out her hand, smiling softly when he took it. Once he had gotten up, she stared at him for a while and finally, spoke.
“Do you have any clean shirts left?”
It wasn’t the first time that Y/N had stayed this long in his home at night. They’d been best friends for seven years; their bond was so strong it was almost tangible. When they were still teenagers going on 18, Stiles and Y/N had a little tradition. Every Friday, instead of going to the god-awful parties their fellow High School students went to, they stayed in and watched a movie together. Sometimes the whole pack joined them, sometimes one member alone, but most of the time it had been just them. Only once Stiles had gone to D.C and Y/N had stayed in California to go to community college, movie night was cancelled repeatedly. Their respective schedules were completely different and they barely had the time to have a decent phone conversation. Still, they fought like hell to make their special Friday nights work by calling each other on Facetime every Friday and watching their movie together, even if they were 2,299 miles away from each other. Then she met Alec and it all changed. She started missing his calls and more and more Friday nights were cancelled because of dates and events like meeting the parents and such. Eventually, he just stopped calling at the end of the week, sending a simple text ever so often.
And then he graduated. He was done in DC and the FBI gave him a job offer which, he gladly accepted. To his great surprise, they sent him permanently to LA. The second he had landed in California, his friends ordered Thai food and spent the night helping him move into his new apartment. It had been so long since the last time the pack had been complete and that night remained one Stiles’ most cherished memories. He reconnected with Y/N that night. They laughed their heads off for hours, they drank and danced and unpacked his stuff, they spent the whole evening catching up. It had been amazing and the next day, everything had gone back to normal. Y/N came over very often, movie night was back on and a regular event everyone was allowed to come to, occasional lunches and nights out at their favourite bars with the members of the pack that resided in LA were frequent. Everything was good, everything was as it should be. Only, Alec tagged along sometimes. And he would kiss Y/N, on the cheek, on the forehead, on the lips. Stiles could feel his blood boil whenever she smiled up at her loving boyfriend when they were all together and it only worsened with time. Y/N became distant again, but still, she was careful not to stay away too much, always finding the time to visit him and talk.
Then one night she called him in tears. He had already grabbed his bat thinking he was going to have to beat up Alec for screwing with his best friend, but she squealed in the phone ecstatically and told him she was engaged. Alec had proposed. Stiles drank the pain away that night. It was just too much for him. Distancing himself from the girl he loved, that he could deal with, but with her engagement came marriage and that meant having to cut her off. It was going to be too painful for him otherwise, seeing her move into a white picket fence type of house with the man of her dreams, seeing her have children who wouldn’t be his own and probably being attributed the role of godfather. He couldn’t stand by and watch her build a family with someone other than him. He just wasn’t strong enough for that.
The fact that Y/N was engaged ended up making them grow apart a little more. She was always busy planning for the wedding, there had been her bridal shower which Lydia and Maria had jokingly invited Stiles to, there had been Alec’s bachelor party which he had managed to wiggle himself out of, not wanting to talk to the man who was stealing the love of his life or to said man’s golf buddies who didn’t have anything interesting to talk about besides their tax incomes. Y/N didn’t have time to show up unannounced to his apartment and he didn’t have the mental strength to provide help for the wedding preparations.
Stiles’ thoughts were suddenly interrupted when his bathroom door swung open, revealing Y/N in an oversized shirt and old boxers of his, standing in his doorway. Her beautiful long hair was still wet from the shower she had just taken and she was carrying her dress in her arms. She walked over to him and seated herself on his soft bed and he noticed that she was fidgeting with her fingers, something she always did when nervous. He gulped discretely, trying his best not to reveal his anxiety, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he did.
“I want to know everything Stiles,” announced Y/N, softly. She glanced at him but he avoided her eyes. It seemed to be the theme of the night, avoiding each other’s gaze.
“It didn’t mean anything,” Stiles tried to assure her with a cracked voice, his words, much to his disappointment, barely convincing. Her eyes welled up.
“I wasn’t talking about the kiss Stiles,” she murmured. Finally, he bravely brought his eyes up to hers and inhaled slowly.
-“There’s nothing to say, I just drank a little too much scotch.”
-“Stiles, stop trying to salvage this. We’re way past that.”
He knew she was right, but how was he supposed to tell her everything? How could he even begin to explain his feelings for her? Where would he start?
“Stiles, I’m asking for an explanation, okay, you owe me at least that,” Y/N persisted, desperately trying to tear open the shell he had so carefully built around himself.
“What about you huh?” he snapped. “What about that little stunt you pulled back there? Am I gonna get an explanation?” he asked angrily, gesturing in the direction of the living room still slightly visible from where they were.
“I don’t-, I can’t-, just-,”
“Just what?” he barked, the temperature in his blood rapidly rising.
“Just stop cornering me! Stop pressuring me into this tight spot okay!! I can’t fucking focus!” Y/N shouted out, stunning both him and herself. She wasn’t the kind of person to explode like that, she was always cool and composed, never letting her feelings take over.
“Okay, I’m sorry,” he affirmed, trying to make his voice a little more soothing than before.
“I am. I’m sorry. I’m just…” he looked at her with puppy eyes and his beautiful lips formed a lopsided smile, “I’m terrified.”
“You’re saying that to an engaged woman who just kissed her best friend,” she said, smiling reassuringly, making him chuckle lightly.
-“Well I’m partly to blame, I let you.”
-“We’re horrible people huh?”
-“Well, not Gerard Argent horrible but uh, something like that.”
-“Where do we start?”
-“Start what? Becoming like Gerard?”
“No dumbass,” she said playfully punching his shoulder, “Where do we start here?”
“Do we really have to start?” he asked. Y/N nodded slowly and turned her body towards him on the bed.
-“Do you wanna go first or should I?”
-“Does it really make a difference?”
“Guess not…” he nodded, trying to calm down the heart he was sure Y/N could clearly hear beating through his chest. “I’m not a huge fan of Alec.”
“No kidding, Jimmy Kimmel.” Y/N joked and he flashed her a grin as he recognized the name of the famous stand-up comedian, quickly composing himself afterwards.
“I-, would you go to my desk? There’s a small box in the uh, second drawer. Bring it to me.” Y/N looked puzzled but she complied and indeed, a small dark blue box lay at the bottom of the desk’s chestnut drawer. She handed it to him and he fidgeted with the object his hands.
“Are you going to tell me what it is or are we waiting for it to turn into a pearly white carriage, cause it’s almost midnight so…”
She smirked at him and he smiled back. Even in the worst situations, Y/N always found the strength to crack a joke. That was something he truly admired about her. Slowly, Stiles opened the box and inside lay a folded up piece of paper. Y/N looked down at the content of the box, then looked back up at him, a confused look on her face.
-“Take it. Go on.”
-“Okay…but if it’s the secret of the end of the world, I’m gonna have to call the Pope.”
-“Yeah, yeah, just read it.”
She scoffed and grabbed the delicate piece of shrivelled paper.
“4 0 5 3 6 8-,…” her voice caught in her throat when she realised what the note was.
-“How did you-,”
-“-it was when I moved here. I found it between the 68th and 69th pages of the book I had started reading that weekend, Killing Kennedy: The End of Camelot.”
“Wait but why did you put it in such a fancy box and…” Y/N’s brow furrowed and she looked down at the piece of paper in her hands, “oh…”
-“I wanted you to have it. You know, that’s kind of how all of this started and-,”
-“-you wanted it to end that way.”
-“Y/N…”
“So that’s a yes, you were just gonna cut me out of your life? When were you gonna do that? In a year? A month?” Y/N rambled, awfully hurt by the shocking revelation.
“It was my wedding gift to you. I was gonna give it to you and um, leave it at that.”
“You were gonna leave me? You were gonna get out of my life on the day of my wedding? Who are you?” her voice was strangled, and she wasn’t even trying to stop her tears from flowing this time.
“It’s not like that.” Stiles tried to explain.
“Isn’t it? Let’s look at the facts, shall we?! You don’t ask about the wedding, you don’t call or text me at all these past few months, you insult my fiancé in front of both our families and then, I find out you plan on giving me a piece of paper that basically means: get the hell out of my life!” Y/N yelled out, her face contorted with anger.
“Don’t you get it? I can’t stand back and watch the woman I love marry someone else! I can’t spend the rest of my life pining over you while you live the life I’ve wanted to live with you for the past seven years Y/N! I can’t fucking watch you walk down the aisle on your wedding day knowing that I’m not the person you’re headed towards! Because I’m a selfish coward who knows he’s not strong enough to push through the crushing pain of watching you grow old with anyone other than with me! I can’t do it! I just can’t! I would if I could but I’m pretty sure my heart’ll physically tear if I have to spend another month watching the both of you together!” Stiles exclaimed without taking a second to breathe. Her eyes were open wide and once he had cooled down, he quickly realized this was the point of no-return and that he had most probably destroyed their relationship and everything they had once felt for each other.
How did we get here?
He was standing now, but she was still seated, and she hadn’t spoken a word in ten minutes. He was pacing around the room, both hands on his hips, praying that her reaction wasn’t going to be worse than a slap and a goodbye. Finally, she cleared her throat bringing his attention back to her.
“How long have you known?” she asked, without looking at him.
“Junior year.” She scoffed and clenched her jaw.
-“And you didn’t think to tell me. Not once?”
-“Of course I did. But how do you think the conversation would have gone? Hey Y/N, I’m in love with you, wanna make out?”
-“Well, that would have been better than finding out three weeks before my wedding day Stiles.”
-“What did you want me to say? I was terrified of losing us, of losing this. I didn’t want to jeopardize our relationship just because-”
“-just because you loved me?” she asked sarcastically, this time letting her eyes burn into his.
“Look just-, I-” Stiles groaned,-“you should go. Alec called you and he’s probably worried sick right now.”
-“Oh god, you’re kicking me out now?”
-“I’m not kicking you out! Look, what do you want me to say Y/N? Do you want me to take it back? Do you want me to tell you, you’re just a friend to me and then casually disappear the day of your wedding?”
-“No.”
“Why not? Cause it sure as hell seems like that would make you a whole lot happier. It’s definitely easier than hearing the cold hard truth isn’t it?” Stiles rambled, letting his emotions get the better of him.
-“No.”
-“Then what? What do you want me to do? Because I’m seriously considering throwing myself out of my bedroom window just to escape this situation so tell me, what do you want?”
-“Kiss me.”
“What?” Stiles said, making a double take, disbelief written all over his face.
-“I said, kiss me.”
-“Yeah, I heard what you said, I just don’t understand it.”
Y/N closed her eyes.
“I need to figure something out but I can’t do that if you don’t kiss me, so, kiss me.” She didn’t move. She just stayed seated, with her eyelids shut tight, waiting for him to make a move but he was glued to the spot. He couldn’t just kiss her, could he? Stiles did everything in his power to move his feet towards her, her sealed eyes were the only thing his own were focusing on and he bent down, resting on his knees, right in front of her. Her lower lip was faintly trembling and he couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath as he studied her beautiful face.
“So uh, I just kiss you now?” he muttered questioningly.
She didn’t say anything but slowly nodded her head and straightened her back expectantly.
Stiles inched his face closer to hers. The tip of his nose picked up the soothing scent of her perfume, Jasmine Bliss as he’d once read on the bottle, and his heart fluttered intensely. He brought his hand up to her soft cheek and he instantly heard a quiet moan escape the confines of her lips, which only made his desire to feel her increase. Encouraged by the sweet sound he had just heard, Stiles brushed away a strand of stray hair and tucked it behind her pierced ear as delicately as possible. The feel of her soft lobe made him smile timidly, making him extremely glad her grey eyes were closed and he brought his mouth up to the sensitive skin.
Feeling Stiles lightly press his lips in a puckered fashion against the side of her ear was stunningly pleasurable and Y/N couldn’t help but moan a little louder than previously causing him to smile against her skin. She gripped the bed covers when he placed another kiss on the spot behind her lobe and she stifled a happy sigh by biting down on her inner cheek when his lips ghosted above her neck.
Stiles’ need for physical contact with her body was fueled by the sweet noises his best friend was trying to contain and he pushed away every single thought racing through his mind in order to make room for the explosion of emotions he was going to feel with his next actions. He trailed his lips farther down the brunette’s neck and stopped right above her collarbone. He could practically hear her heart pound against the smooth skin of her chest and his mouth curved into an earnest smile as he gently shut his eyes, letting himself get lost in the feeling of his lips against her. He lazily let his bottom lip wonder a little further down and grazed the soft surface with the tip of his tongue. Y/N’s lips parted a little as he brought his own closer to her jawline.
“Stiles, this isn’t what I meant by kiss me…” she whispered with all the strength she could muster.
“Shut up,” he murmured against her blushing cheek as he placed both hands on either side of her waist before planting a bolder kiss on her jawline. Nothing could be heard anymore aside from Y/N’s uneven breathing and the occasional whimpers she let out when his genuine kisses got closer to her lonely lips. He placed one final kiss right above her upper lip and let the warm air leaving her nostrils coat the top of his nose. Their faces were up close and personal, he could see every single freckle on her cheeks, the tiny and light mole right under her right eye almost entirely covered by her dark and exceptionally long lashes and the tiny scar she had on her forehead from the time they’d decided drunk sledging was a good idea. He could see the mildly smudged mascara underneath her loosely closed eyes. Most people would have been thrown off by her messy makeup but he could feel his heart swell at the realization that she was absolutely breathtaking. This was it, this was the moment he was going to let his lips tell her how much he loved her. This was the moment he was going to show her everything he felt for her. This time, he was going to do it right.
Stiles placed his large hand at the back of her head, holding it in his palm, threading her wet hair with his veiny fingers and tilted his head a little downward to stroke her lips with his. The sweet contact blew the wind out of her and she instantly gasped against his mouth. He pushed his mouth a little closer to hers, trying desperately to eliminate all distance between their bodies as he slowly nibbled on her lower lip. Y/N’s gripped the bed cover’s tighter than before and unconsciously leaned into his kiss, bending down her head in order for him to have more access and he moaned huskily. His hand felt humid as it gripped her shampoo smelling hair and his other one tightened around her waist, making a quiet whimper echo against his lips when his thumb grazed her barely covered thigh. Y/N’s hands left the bed and flew to his neck, tugging at his collar, beckoning him to get up, which he gladly did. This time, Stiles was above her and her head leaned back as he bent down to keep their touch intact. He moaned lowly against her lips and passed his hand over her warm skin, trembling slightly at the feel of her body. The way his short arm hairs brushed her stomach repeatedly sent shivers up and down her spine and he lightly scratched her bare back underneath the Police t-shirt he had leant her. She tilted her head to the right making him smile against her lips as his tongue gently poked them. She didn’t even think about not letting him in and instantaneously created a gap between her lips, greeting his tongue with hers. As Stiles explored the inside of her delicious mouth, Y/N brought her hands to either side of his face and tugged softly at his brown locks of hair.
The kiss seemed to last for hours but it felt so right that neither of them tried to stop it, holding each other close and ignoring the time that was quickly fleeting. Eventually, Stiles caressed Y/N’s upper lip with his eager muscle and let his mouth slowly detach itself from hers, his eyes remaining closed. She opened hers and her gaze rested on his face, a timid smile etching itself on her swollen lips as she saw his slightly puckered mouth, still not quite ready to erase the memory of their stupefying kiss. His breathing was slow and calm, but it didn’t fool his heart, which was still beating at a faster rate than in general. She let out a shaky breath, which seemed to snap him out of his daze and he opened his eyes widely as he processed what they had just done. Stiles tried to soothe his voice as much as possible in order for Y/N not to realize how anxious he was and opened his mouth slowly before speaking, his eyes never leaving hers.
“D’you figure it out yet?” he half-whispered.
“Yeah…” she breathed, letting her hands fall at her side.
“Okay, what was it?”
“I don’t know when it happened Stiles, but somewhere along the line, you made me fall in love with you.”
Stiles’ nervous smile turned into a shocked grin and he crashed his lips against hers again, their warm bodies melting into each other.
After a few more minutes of uninterrupted passionate making out, Stiles lightly pushed Y/N away and sent her a reassuring glance before seating himself on the bed beside her. She looked confused and even a little hurt which quickly made him ramble. “I didn’t want to stop I promise! I mean it was good, really really good actually, better than good, I’ve been dreaming about doing that since junior year, cause you really have the prettiest lips Y/N, they’re perfect and-”
“-Stiles?” Y/N cut him off and he immediately stopped talking, gulping down the last of his words.
“Breathe,” she instructed softly, instantly making him feel more confident. He inhaled deeply and resumed his sentence.
“I’m sorry for stopping it, but I think we should talk about this, before doing anything else.”
“Okay.” she nodded. “Where do we start?”
“You’re engaged Y/N…”
Her smile immediately dropped when she heard those words and she dropped her eyes to the floor. “I know.”
Neither of them said anything, but his heart was racing and he was sure she could hear it thump loudly against his chest. Finally, she spoke.
“I don’t know how to do this. I loved Alec, but then for some reason, I kissed you and it felt like…like I’d never actually loved anyone before. I don’t know how to explain it Stiles, it’s just-…”
“-like breathing for the first time?” She looked up at him, obviously startled by his comment.
-“Actually yeah.”
-“That’s what it felt like for me too. Look, you know me, I’ve dated girls. I’ve dated Malia, and Lydia, and that girl Sydney in college-,”
-“-the one with the Happy Days tattoo on her shoulder?”
-“Wait you remember that?”
“How could I have forgotten? We made fun of you for months after you broke up.” she laughed.
“Right…” he nodded, a huge beam on his face. “The point is, I’ve dated before. I’ve kissed and had sex and gone out with girls but it never felt just right. It was like something was always missing. But right now, it’s not missing anymore.”
He finished his sentence and quickly realized she was blushing intensely, making him do the same at once.
“Oh god, I can’t believe I just said that right now…” he whispered, as a self-conscious grin formed itself on his face.
“Stiles, I’m terrified right now. Of this, of what it means, of tomorrow. But we’ve got tonight, we’ve already gone this far, so why stop now?”
Y/N started to lean forward when he spoke and made her stop dead in her tracks.
“What if we have longer?” he inquired, mostly to himself.
“What do you mean?”
“Forget tonight, we have our whole lives ahead of us. Y/N, we don’t need to stop now, we don’t need to stop ever! We could do this every day, we could do this for the rest of our lives!”
“Stiles are you saying that you want us to be together?”
“I’m not just saying that.”
“Stiles….”
“No think about it. You don’t have to marry Alec we could build the life we’ve always wanted together, the life I’ve always dreamed of living with you. We could, nothing’s standing in our way!” Stiles said excitedly, looking into her eyes with pure bliss written all over his face.
“You want that? You want that with me?”
“I want that and more. We could leave LA, burn our bridges here and start over somewhere else, like the suburbs? I could see if the FBI has any openings in New York and we could buy one of those beautiful houses with the tire swings in the backyard and the hardwood floors you’ve always dreamed of having. And you could set up an office at home for your own architectural firm, the one you’ve always said you’d start in your twenties.
“We could have kids. We could build a family and have beautiful children together. We could have two girls and a boy. Beth, Halley and James? Or we could call them anything you like, as long as they’re ours to name. We could have a little grill in the garden and organize a monthly BBQ for our neighbors and friends. We could start sharing movie night with our kids, force them to watch all of the Star Wars movies and you could make them see the classics. I could make you my legendary chicken parmigiana you love so much once a week and you could bake those delicious cookies you always made when we you teenagers, the one with the dried raisins.
"We could shove unnecessary information down our children’s throats at dinner just so they could have interesting stuff to tell everyone else and seem like annoying know-it-alls. We could embarrass them in front of their boyfriends and girlfriends and discuss the birds and bees with them when they’re old enough. We could save money for our kids to go to college and we could cry in each other’s arms when they leave. We could retire together and start traveling through Europe. We could see the Colosseum and eat pizza in Rome, we could walk along the Seine in the middle of the night in Paris, we could share those delicious Belgian waffles in Brussels at the Grand Place. We could go to Spain and see Seville where you’ve always wanted to go. We could make love on the Greek beaches under the stars, we could see everything you’ve always wanted to see.
"We could grow old together, I could walk our daughters’ down the aisle and you could straighten our boy’s tie on his wedding day. We could celebrate our 30th anniversary having grown old together, and we could watch our kids have children of their own. We could have this life together Y/N, we could.”
Stiles had just talked uninterrupted for the past three minutes and he hadn’t even realized that his eyes had started welling up, his lips curled into a loving smile. Y/N’s mouth was agape and fat tears rolled down her cheeks as he finished his earnest monologue.
“Y/N?” he asked, suddenly unsure of his previous words. She slowly wiped her tears and suddenly flashed him an emotional smile.
“Could we have a dog too? Maybe call him Bailey?
Stiles beamed and threw his arms around Y/N, pushing her against the bed and covering her body with his, placing excited kisses all over her face, neck and chest. "I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.” he whispered over and over again against her soft skin and she smiled widely, feeling his dishevelled hair with her gentle fingers as he did.
Hours had passed and it was 1 am. Y/N and Stiles had cleaned up his apartment completely, throwing the last of the trash in the black plastic bags stacked next to the front door. The pizza boxes had been placed inside the trash bags as well and all had been sealed shut. The laundry had been assembled and placed inside the small washing machine in the bathroom. Stiles had thrown out the perished goods from his fridge, including the beer cans and Y/N had started to wipe the kitchen counter when he pressed himself against her and placed light kisses along the nape of her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist. She moaned quietly and slightly turned her head in his direction, letting him kiss her fully on the lips this time. The warmth between them was comfortable and passionate all at once. One of her hands was in his hair again, delicately scratching his scalp and scruff and his nails were slowly digging into her soft flesh as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. They stayed like that for a while, kissing each other against the counter and exploring each other’s bodies with their hands. After a while, they reluctantly let go of each other and sat down on the couch in the living room in front of the tv where they popped in a movie. “What are we watching tonight?” asked Y/N smiling up at him.
“What do you wanna watch?” he asked her mischievously.
“I’m not sure it’s really that important considering I’m probably not going to watch it anyway.”
He raised his eyebrows and grinned smugly as he bent down to kiss her again when her whisper stopped him.
“What movie Stiles?” He groaned and shrugged.
“Star Wars.”
“No!” exclaimed Y/N with a laugh as she straightened her back.
-“Why not?”
-“Because we watch it all the time!”
-“We haven’t watched it in months!”
-“Oh come on, yes we have.”
“No, we haven’t, we haven’t had movie night since you got engaged.” Stiles regretted the words he had said the second he said them and he shut her eyes letting his head fall.
“I’m sorry I shouldn-”
“-where’s my phone?” she cut him off, suddenly looking everywhere but him.
“Y/N-…”
“-where’s my phone?” Y/N seemed to ask herself as she got up and started looking around the room.
“Why do you need your phone?” he inquired with a hoarse voice, afraid of already knowing the answer.
She ignored his question and bent down, grabbing her phone from the floor right underneath the coffee table.
“9 missed calls,” she mumbled to herself, the previous smile completely erased from her beautiful face.
“Y/N…”
“He called me, Alec called me nine times and I didn’t answer. He sent me texts too. And he left me two voicemails as well.”
“Y/N, remember our plans? Remember the waffles and the beaches in Greece?”
“I have Alec,” Y/N muttered, her eyes gazing into nothing as she started to wake up from the dream she’d been living in for the last few hours.
“Hey, you have me, okay? We can start all over, we were gonna go to New York remember?” Stiles said, starting to feel panic rise in his chest as he got up and walked towards her. She finally looked at him and her eyes welled up.
“Stiles, I can’t. I’m engaged. All those things, I’m supposed to be doing them with Alec.”
“You’re not supposed to do anything. Hey, stop it,” he told her, placing a hand on her cheek as he noticed the salty droplets of water leave the confines of her eyes. She immediately jerked away and pain erupted in his abdomen.
-“Y/N…”
-“I can’t just give up on him, I can’t break my promises to him on impulse like this.”
-“Yes, yes you can, come on Y/N, he deserves someone who loves him back.”
-“I do though, I love him. Otherwise, I never would’ve said yes when he asked me to marry me…”
“You don’t love him, not like you love me.” Stiles was getting desperate, his sight started to blur as tears filled his eyes.
-“Stiles, I can’t do this.”
-“Please, stop, breathe, we were fine a minute ago.”
-“It wasn’t real.”
“What?” he asked harshly.
“It wasn’t real, Stiles, real life is not in fucking La La Land, okay we have people who depend on us, our families, our pack, I have a fiancé-…”
“-a fiancé you just fucking cheated on!” he exclaimed, not even bothering to hold back the tears as he did.
“Y/N please stop this. Don’t go back to him, stay with me,” he pleaded with his shredded voice.
“I’m sorry Stiles…” Y/N choked out, shaking her head as she started to step backwards.
Stiles reached out and tried to grab her hand but she didn’t let him and lunged for her purse in what seemed like under a second.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered again.
“Hey stop! What about tonight, what about us? What about what we said?” Stiles cried out, the vein in his forehead popping out furiously with every harsh beat of his heart. Tears were streaming down his face when Y/N’s back hit the front door.
“It was wrong of me,” she muttered, regret clouding her voice.
“We said we’d have forever,” the devastated man said with a broken voice, ignoring her last remark. He approached her slowly, his humid eyes burning into her own before crashing his lips onto hers. She moaned loudly and tugged at his sweater being rewarded with a whimper as he tried to desperately hold on to her. The kiss was wet this time and it was bittersweet, as it marked the end of their beautiful fantasy.
“Forever can only last for one night,” she answered sweetly before pushing him off of her trembling body and exiting his home.
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