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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.

In Denial // A Theo Raeken story

Chapter 3

I'm taking my normal morning jog in the woods, something I haven't done in weeks because of the ghost riders. The air is cool and feels wonderful on my newly sweaty skin. The branches on the trees sway gently in the wind, leaves occasionally swirling to the ground. A beautiful fall morning. I smile. I slow my pace to a fast walk instead of a jog, catching my breath. For breakfast this morning I had some chocolate chip muffins I made the night before. The chocolate taste still lingers in my mouth, making me hungry for more.

Behind me, I hear a twig snap. I immediately turn to the noise, seeing a tall man in a hat. I couldn't see his features, because the sun hadn't fully come up. His hand rested on his hip, like there was something there.

"What do you want." I slowly ask to the figure. I know exactly who he is.

"Failure." Behind him comes three dread doctors, who I could now see in result of the quickly rising sun. I could also see the face of the ghost rider. The doctors seemed to materlize out of the rider. More and more stepped out from behind the ghost rider and three dread doctors turned into hundreds. I ran as fast as I could in the opposite direction. I've never run faster in my life.

"Uby. Ruby. RUBY!" A familiar voice rang in my head as I ran faster and faster, the doctors right behing me. Then, I realized I wasn't moving. I was running in place.

"RUBY!"

I snapped awake, screaming bloody murder. I felt hands on my arms but they weren't the dread doctors or the ghost rider.

"Hey, hey, you're okay. Ruby, you're okay. Breathe." I look to my right hearing the familiar voice again. Theo is kneeling on the floor next to my bed. I slow my breathing to a normal pace.

"How did you know?" I ask.

He replies, "I heard your heartbeat. It woke me up from my beauty sleep."

"Beauty sleep?"

"Yeah," he says. "You aren't the only one who cares about how they look." And with that, typical Theo Raeken is back. I turn to look at my wooden nightstand to the right of my bed. The digital clock flashes twelve o'clock. The power must've gone out considering the sun shining through my transparent white curtains.

"What time is it?" I rub my eyes, removing the crust and leftover mascara. I forgot to take off my makeup. I probably look like a shipwreck.

Theo grabs my phone on my dresser, clicks it on, and reads out the time on the lock screen. He smiles. Probably a result of the lock screen picture, Stiles and I sitting on a dock next to Lydia's lake house.

"8:45." Good, my dad already left for work. School is supposed to start in three weeks, so I've been sleeping in. No morning jogs. Now I really won't be able to go on a jog. That dream shook me up.

"Do you have any plans for today?" Theo asks.

"Not until one. Lydia and I are picking up Stiles and going to Applebee's."

"Applebee's? Of all places, Stiles chose Applebee's for his 18th birthday?" I guess he read the note I must've dropped in the hallway. I don't see it on my dresser.

"Well, he hasn't really experienced a fancy lunch or dinner except Applebee's. If you couldn't tell by my house, my family's not the richest." I take my phone out of his hands. "Anyways, since I'm not busey this morning, do you want to do something?" Why did I just ask that? I'm not even supposed to have him in my spare room. Why did my brain think it would be okay to ask him to do something with me?

"We could go to the lake." He stands up and walks past my closet on the opposite wall of my bed. He stops at my dresser. Looking through the dresser.

"What the hell are you doing?" He doesn't reply. When he finds what he is looking for, he pulls out my favourite bathing suit. A plain, red, high-waisted one-piece.

"Put it on," he says, throwing it to me. I catch it while my eyes stay glued to his.

"What gives you the righ-"

He cuts me off. "Let's go to the lake." I roll my eyes eternally. I think for a few minutes, looking at Theo, then the swim suit, then Theo again.

"Fine." I grunt. "But we have to be back by ten so I can pack an extra outfit for the party."

"Party?" He asks, intrigued. No no no.

"Yes, and you are most definitely not invited." He frowns.

"Why not princess?" I stand up from my bed and I walk over to my closet.

"Scott's gonna be there. Also it's my brother's birthday, and I'm not letting you ruin it." I grab a long, baggy shirt from one of my hangers and walk out of my room.

After changing into my bathing suit and putting on the shirt and some shorts that I found on the bathroom floor, I walk out of the bathroom. Theo makes me jump a little by standing right in front of the door.

"Can we also stop by and get my truck from the tow yard?" I walk downstairs as he follows. I shouldn't of let him stay the night. Now he thinks he can do whatever he wants.

"No. I'm not letting you drive and I'm not paying the tow man an unreasonable amout of cash to get your piece of crap truck out." I can practically smell his dissatisfaction. "Sorry, but I'm doing enough for you already."

He mumbles something that I shouldn't be able to hear without my supernatural hearing.

"My truck isn't crap."

When I start the car I realize Theo isn't wearing swim trunks. As if he could hear inside my mind, he says, "My trunks are in my truck b-t-w." I grunt. Here's a challenge, take a shot evertime Theo makes me mad. There's your one way trip to alcohol poisoning.

I turn off the car and turn to Theo.

"If you move even an inch, I will slit your troat and take it OUT of your body." I smile sarcastically. "Okay?" The preppy-ness in my voice seems to annoy him. "Be right back." And with that I grab a pair of old swim trunks from Stiles' drawer.

Why am I doing this?

Yo yo yooo. Okay hi. Did you like the 3rd chapter. It was kinda kyute in my opinion. Still not getting a lot of reads but thats okay. As long as I make one person smile. Anyways I'm proud of this chapter. I wrote it in under 30 mins with little errors. Sorry if I didn't catch some mistakes, I'm working on getting better. I edited it more in Tumblr so my wonderful Tumblr readers get some extra oomf. Xoxo -em

Wc: 1131♡

Maze Runner

Ok. Here's the thing. I just watched and finished Maze Runner series in the last two days. And my emotions... Omg they're everywhere. I'm most confused about Teresa. I liked her at first, then hated her, then meh, to omg no don't die I like kinda like you!! Yep. A roller coaster if emotions. I think i need help. I'll complain more about this later lol cya!

Non stava proprio sorridendo.

Non era un’espressione del tutto felice.

Ma quasi.

E in quel momento, andava bene anche un quasi.

-Maze runner, James Dashner

Teresa Deserves Better

I’ve watched “The Maze Runner” series recently. I found that most of the people don’t talk about Teresa much. More sadly, people hate her for what she had done. With due respect I would like to put my opinion about her.

I think she is really brave. Like she said, she did what she thought was right. According to her, the world needs to be saved. She can’t let people die the way her mother had. In doing so she had to sacrifice some people for the betterment of the other (I’m not saying that was fair, what I’m saying is that she had her point)

It hurts thinking that there are a lot of people out there who tries to convince others about their favourite villian’s action in a sympathetic way. For example, Loki from MCU, Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series, the Joker from DC etc. They are not saints. They did mistakes too. But people seems to consider their side of the story. But why don’t they think the matter from Teresa’s side too? 

From her point of view, whatever she was doing it was for something good. She even sacrificed herself to save Thomas thinking that he was the only way people could be saved.

This speaks for our society, how we can easily fall in love with a male villian and try to excuse their actions, but doesn’t do the same to the female.

I don’t care if people hate me too. I said what I said.

Henley Monday -

Dylan O'brien is blowing up. With a starring role on MTV's Teen Wolf and the lead role Thomas in the upcoming film Maze Runner, he's set to become a household name and regular heartthrob. This still of him in a henley and mucked up workboots is from the aforementioned dystopian film.

They had me at dystopia and the costume designer reeled me in at henley.