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Valentine's Day (Stiles)

Wrote this little short fic a few days ago because I was bored and I figured I would post it.

Warnings: none

Description: Valentine's Day at BHHS with the McCall twins, Scott and y/n.

A/n: kinda sucs but i decided it would be cute for valentine's day. Also this is my first time writing in 2nd person...

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"Scott, we're gonna be late for school!" Mornings are hard when you're Scott McCall. He never wakes up on time. You definitely expected to sit on the counter waiting for the boy for a few more minutes, but Scott was standing ready and the entrance ti the kitchen as soon as you finished your sentence. He holds a huge bouquet of roses in his hands along with a heart-shaped box of chocolates and a white teddy bear.

"Don't worry my sweet sister, I am prepared today." You both head out the door and into the car.

"Are you feeling alright? No fever or anything?" Scott swats your hand away as you try to feel his forehead for a sign of a fever.

"Just buckle up," Scott says, starting the car. "Oh, and happy valentine's day y/n"

When the two of you arrive at school you head to your lockers, which are conveniently next to eachother.

"AHHH" A scream echoes down the BHHS hallways making you fight the urge to cover your ears. Kira rushes down the hallway not even letting the strange stares of other students stopping her from getting to Scott and his handful of gifts. You turn back to your locker and grab your chemistry textbook. As soon as you shut your locker, a face pops out from the other side making you drop your book.

"What the-" You recognize the boy who startled you. Stiles bends down and picks up your book.

"Whoopsies. Totally meant to do that." He laughs making you laugh. "Uh.. happy Valentines day, princess." Behind his back, Stiles holds a small red velvet box. "And this is for my favorite woman."

He hands you the box, and as soon as you open it, you see a gorgeous silver necklace with a heart dangling outlined in tiny rhinestones.

"No you did not. I told you not to get me anything expensive!" Your face is permanently molded into a smile and it feels like it's never going to go away. The necklace must've cost a fortune for Stiles.

"I wanted to get you something extra special to show you how much I love you. Of course, a necklace, no matter how expensive, will never amount to how much I love you, y/n." Your arms find their way around Stiles' waist and you squeeze him like a teddy bear. He smells nice like always. You've learned to remember your boyfriend's scent very well recently.

"I love you, Stilinski." He kisses you and you walk to first period together: chemistry. You have a feeling it's going to be a wonderful valentine's day.

teen wolf, season 6A: stiles stilinski (3/?)

You think you’re the painter, but you’re the canvas.

— John Green: Turtles all the way down

Always love his smile 😍🥰

one piece is the ultimate wish-fulfillment fantasy not because it’s about directly challenging corrupt institutions or having the freedom to follow your dreams, or being able to magically punch things, although it’s partly those, but it’s mostly because it’s about eating dinner around one big table with all your friends every night before you all go cuddle to sleep in one room with less hammocks than people to sleep in them. building and living and enjoying a life outside the system with the people you love. and it’s also about the fact that zoro is gay.

my phone just autocorrected ’Their’ to ‘Theo’....same

In Denial // A Theo Raeken story

Chapter 5

School went by like normal for a few days. Occasionally, the average student would be taken by the ghost riders. The population of Beacon Hills was diminishing by a very rapid pace. On Thursday, however, all of the teachers, principal and vice principal, and councilors finally went missing and school was finally shut down. The students knew something was wrong but couldn't quite figure it out. Coach was the only one who went to school on Thursday, and I know that because the pack was there.

"Where is everyone? What the hell is even this? Is there a holiday or something that I wasn't informed about?" Coach followed us down the halls as we walked to the library, desperate for answers on how to stop the wild hunt and the ghost riders.

"No, Coach, everyone is gone," Scott told Coach. "But, we are going to get them back."

"You better McCall. I'm not getting paid." And with that, Coach stormed off into his small office to do god knows what.

As per usual, we didn't come up with a plan that day Now, the Friday sun arose and my alarm clock jolted me awake. I leaned over the side of the bed to click it off. My eyes were still filled with gross morning crusties, which I generously rubbed off.

Downstairs, my dad was making breakfast for us. Just me and him again this morning.                      "Hey, sweetie. I'm making eggs for breakfast." He turned around from the stove and smiled at me.

"No work today?" I ask. He only shakes his head. There's barely anybody left to help. As the sheriff, he swore to protect the citizens of Beacon Hills county. Now that there is no one left, he doesn't have to. 

"I'm going to go for a walk, dad," I shout from the living room after cleaning up after breakfast. I grab my canvas white tennis shoes and walk out the door. My dad knows I can take care of myself. 

I jump into my car and drive to the woods where I usually take my morning jog. These are the same woods that Stiles dragged Scott to before sophomore year. I remember that day so well. Stiles wanted to find this dead body so bad. He was telling me about it all afternoon at home. 

I enter the woods, following my same self-made trail. The trees sway to the soft summer breeze. All I'm wearing today is some black leggings, despite the summer heat, and a plain grey t-shirt from Stiles' closet. I love days like today where it's not too hot and not too cold. I brush my hand against the side of a tree as I walk past it. A laugh is forming inside my chest, something I haven't felt in weeks. The woods is where I feel free.  Ahead of me, I see something on the ground, next to a big oak tree. As I walk closer, I notice it's a boy. He's curled up next to the tree, his back is facing me. 

"Hey, are you okay?" The boy turns around revealing his face. "Theo? What are you doing?" He sits up.

"I have nowhere to stay." Now I feel horrible about saying I didn't care. He finally stands up. "Ruby, what are you doing in the middle of the woods anyways. It's not safe."

"I could say the same to you, Theo." He looks like a stray dog who's been kept outside in the rain. his once fluffy hair is now flat and soaking wet. 

"I can handle myself." He walks past me in the direction I came in. 

"Theo." He stops but doesn't turn to me. "Let me take you to my house so you can get some clean clothes and a shower. You look horrible."

On the car ride home, we say nothing. My dad left to meet Scott. At least thats what the note left in the kitchen says. I lead Theo upstairs and show him the spare bathroom that I call mine.

"Wait here." I walk into Stiles' room, which I haven't done in a few weeks. The room still smells like him. Everything is where it normally is. After my dad uncovered his room, we left the red strings up. They flow from one side of the room to the other, up and down, in all directions. They mesmerize me. I stand in the doorway admiring his detective board, his desk, and his bed.

I remember when Stiles and I were little, before mom died, we would sit on his bed and played action figures and Barbies. One time he lost his Batman figure and we looked for hours to find it. Turns out it was under his pillow the whole time.

I cover my mouth with my hand, trying not to let out a sob. Everyday we waste trying to figure out how to defeat the ghost riders is a day where Stiles is stuck somewhere. Somewhere probably scary.

I feel a pair of hands on my shoulder. They pull me away from the door frame, and one hand lifts off to close the door.

"Hey, it's okay." Theo says. He pulls me into a tight hug. I wrap my hands around his waist as he squeezes me tighter. He kisses the top of my head. I've never felt so protected, so safe.

No, I can't think that. I pull away and look him in the eyes. They shimmer from the bathroom lights that leak into the empty hallway. Which reminds me...

"You need a shower." He laughs.

"Well, now so do you." He walks towards Stiles' room again, opening the door. He lets himself in and picks out a shirt, a pair of jeans, a flannel, and some boxers. He shuts the door behind him and walks into the bathroom. Before shutting the door I hand him a clean towel, and he stops to wink at me. Then he closes the door and a few minutes later I hear the water running. I go back to my room and pick out some clothes to change into. I put on a pair of high waisted blue jeans, a soft, creme colored sweater, and a small gold necklace Stiles gave me last year for Christmas. I pull my hair down from the ponytail I had in and ran my hands through my hair a few times.

Theo takes a short shower, 15 minutes  to be exact. When he's done, we comes back into my room, wearing the new, clean clothes. He carries his towel in his hands.

"Wow," He says.

"What?" I ask him as he sits on the chair next to my desk.

"You look... good." I blush.

"Thanks." I grab my purse filled with my phone, some lip gloss, my wallet, and extra hair ties. "Okay you're coming with." I grab his towel and throw it on my bed. Then, I grab his hand and pull him downstairs.

"Should I be wondering where we are going?" He says as I get in my car.

"Pack meeting." I glance at the clock in my car. It's only 11. The pack meeting is scheduled for 12. "But first lunch. I'm starving and I bet you are too." He nodds his head viciously.

"Yes please."

I drive into the parking lot of my favortie diner, Brandon's. My mouth is watering just thinking about some french fries. Thankfully, Brandon's is right outside of Beacon Hills, so there should be workers.

Theo walks ahead to hold the door to the diner for me. How sweet.

"Thanks," I say.

"Least I could do." He smiles.

"Ruby!" I turn to the counter inside the restaurant.

"Isaac!" I walk over to my friend Isaac who greets me with a smile as per usual. "How've you been?" I ask.

"Pretty good. You know, the usual. Who's thissss? You must be a friend of Ruby's." He turns his attention to Theo.

"I'm Theo, nice to meet you." Theo holds out his hand to Isaac, who shakes it. I've never seen Theo be so polite.

"Yes, nice to meet you too Theo. Anyways, you know the drill Rubs. Sit wherever, someone will help you shortly." I smile and wave goodbye to Isaac who waves back.

Theo and I find a seat near the back. We sit across from eachother.

"Who was that?" Theo asks.

"My friend Isaac. He used to live in Beacon Hills but lives in Orange county, which is only two towns over." He nods.

"Cool."

Our food arrives and Theo immediately scarfs it down. He probably hasn't eaten in days. My burger and fries turns out good as usual. When we are done eating, we drive to Scotts house. Everyone's car is here. The time on the clock reads 12:15. Crap.

"Okay, when we go inside they are going to be a little mad. But that's okay."

"A little?" He ask sarcastically.

"Okay, a lot. But... don't get mad because that will make things worse. You know how they are." He nods. "I need you. Even though I have to hate you." He frowns at that.

"You don't have to," he persuades me. But no, I have to stick with my pack.

"I do. Because your the bad guy. And I hate saying that but it's really hard to trust you. Actually, it's pretty hard for anyone to trust you."

"I know." He puts his hand on top of mine, which rests on the shifter in my jeep. "But, I'm trying to fix that. I need to tell you thank you." I smile. I put the car in park and take my foot off the break. Theo finally lets go of my hand. We both step out of the car and wal to the front door.

"Remember what I said?" I say, more of a statement than a question. He looks at me in understanding.

Chapter 5!!!! Wow okay I have the perfect plot planned and i hope yall like it. Chapter 6 will be up soon.

Xoxo-em

Wc: 1680♡

“I don’t think i ever stopped loving you, maybe i stopped being in love with you but there is always going to be apart of me that loves you.”

Nothing will ever reach the cinematic genius of void stiles murdering people in a hospital hallway to the tune of Bad Moon Rising. I’m sorry but television has peaked