#((The plan is to do something soft for Julie and Scott tomorrow after work too- he's just not cooperative tonight lol))

[abrushwithdeath]

@forgivingtouches​​

“You know I love you, right?”

“I know.” There was a time that maybe she wouldn’t have believed it. A time when she thought that he was saying the words just to sate her... or worse, to manipulate her. Because love was scary territory for a girl like her, and it always felt like it could be ripped away from her at any moment for any reason. But Dimitri had said it back that first night. He’d said it again the morning that followed. And dozens more times since then. He hadn’t changed his mind. He hadn’t taken the words back when she was having a difficult time or behaving irrationally. In turn, she had been more open with him, and it had been just over two months since she’d even tried to push him away. She was still afraid, yes... but she trusted him. She trusted him more than her own doubt and self-loathing. More than the whispers in her head that insisted she wasn’t good enough. He’d been nothing but kind and loving and... If he said he loved her, then it was because he loved her. It was as simple as that. (It probably helped her mental state that, for the last week and a half... nothing bad had happened. Not a damn thing. No fighting. No battles. Just... a bit of well earned summer fun and relaxation.) “I love you, too.” She answered with a soft smile, her eyes locked on his. …Something was up, though. She hadn’t considered that at first because he knew exactly how to draw her attention where he needed it- those pretty blue eyes, that charming smile... the perfect little diversion, and she fell for it every time.  But he’d been inside with Bobby for a few minutes prior while she and Kitty hung out by the pool, and that “You know I love you, right?” had been the first words he’d said when he walked outside. If she hadn’t been so distracted by his cute face and those three little words, she might have noticed something was up earlier. Like the fact that his hands were behind his back. Or the fact that his smile was a hint more mischievous than she’d previously thought. It was Kitty that alerted her to the situation, though. Not intentionally, but with a sudden shriek. She’d been lounging by the poolside just a few seconds ago, but now she was jumping up in shock and Bobby was laughing- an oversized water gun in his hands. And knowing him, he’d been sure that the water was nearly ice cold. Rogue quickly directed her attention back to Dimitri and pointed a finger at him, “Dimitri Barnes, don’t you dare!” But he knew just as well as she did that the words were less of a threat and more of a challenge. That was probably why, at the same time that that last word slipped from her lips, she was hit with an icy blast of water. Despite the shock of it, and despite the fact that her previously dry, black, bikini top was now soaked, it was only a moment before she was laughing and trying to run for cover from yet another shot from his water gun.

[kaunis-sielu]

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You don’t say anything, he eases you around to face him and after placing a finger under your chin tilts your face up toward his. His lips are a breath from yours when they stop, you close the distance and press your mouth against his.

His lips are soft, gentle as they press against yours and everything is Bucky. You forget about the pain in your hand, you forget that your shop was broken into. You forget everything that isn’t him. His hand tangled in your hair as his other arm wraps around you to keep you as close to him as he can.

When you pull away from him you can feel your heart hammering against your chest. “Knew you’d be sweet Sugar.” Bucky hums and you laugh.

“You’re an idiot.” He laughs loudly before giving your side a little pinch.

“Brat. I’m trying to be sweet here.” You grin up at him and he presses another kiss to your lips. God you’re conflicted, you like Bucky a whole lot, and he makes you feel a little wild and completely wonderful.

But the date with Steve. He’d been so sweet, and protective and had come to your aid when you’d needed him. Plus he volunteers with animals and seems to love it.

You pull away from Bucky, your eyes closed breathing heavy. “Sorry, just need a second.” You tell him and he takes a step back.

“Please don’t be sorry. I should be the one apologizing, I’m the one who just kinda jumped ya.”

“I didn’t dislike it, it’s just kinda fast. Ya know?”

“Let me take you out? Next weekend? I’m out of town this weekend.”

“That should work,” you tell him with a smile, “wanna bake some treats while we wait for food?” Baking has always been something you do to relax and right now, with the front of your shop smashed up and an extremely attractive man in your kitchen you could use the soothing, repetitive motions.

He’s a disaster. To the point where it’s almost comical, somehow half the flour has ended up on the counter. You’d had to dig a chunk of egg shell out of the mix, and he’d absolutely over poured the vanilla extract but you’re having fun with him so really, that’s what matters.

When the pizza arrives you go and pay making Bucky swear he won’t try to continue baking without your supervision. He holds his hands up in surrender and you laugh then get the pizza.

“I hope cheese is okay.”

“Just fine Sugar.” He assures you and you slide the pizza box onto the counter.

“Dig in, I’m going to scoop these cookies then get them in the oven so we can have them for dessert.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me Sugar.” He says with a wink and you roll your eyes at him, a smile on your face.

Bucky leaves after pizza and you take one last sad look around the coffee shop then make your walk back home. Your phone rings after you round the corner and when you pull it out of your purse you can’t help the smile on your face.

“Hello.”

“Hi Doll, just wanted to call and see how you were doing.” Steve says and you let out a small sigh.

“I’m okay. Sad. But my friend and I got some plywood up and the glass cleaned up but it’s going to be a process.”

“I’m so sorry that you’re going through this.”

“Not your fault, I seriously owe you for coming so fast.”

“I’m just glad I was close. I live not far from you.”

“Really?” You’re surprised that he lives so close and you’ve never seen him before.

“Yea, between you and the shop actually.”

“Well, I’m walking home now if you wanna say hi.” You tell him with a laugh.

“Could I walk you home?”

“If you want.” A door behind you pops open and when you glance behind you and Steve is there.

“I do want.” He says with a grin locking his door and trotting down the stairs.

“How long have you lived here?” You ask hanging up your phone and sticking it in your pocket.

“About a year now. It’s closer to the new location for work and I grew up just down the street from here.”

“Oh, wow.”

“What about you? Live around here long?”

“I inherited the brownstone from my aunt almost six years ago.”

“Is that how long you’ve had the coffee shop too?”

“Not quite, I had a cart for two years that I really only worked it early in the morning before work. Then I when I had enough I bought the storefront and have been there for about 4 years now.”

“Do you still want me to come by tomorrow to get a quote on a security system?”

“If you don’t mind. I don’t know what kind of a budget I have right now but even if it’s just a quote to work toward I’m good with that.”

“Not a problem, we can even talk about a payment plan if that’s easier for you.”

“That would be great Steve thank you.” You tell him as you slow in front of your house. “You wanna come in? For that thank you for saving me from freezing to death drink?”

“Sure.” He agrees with a smile, you head up the stairs and feel him behind you. After unlocking the door you lead him into your place,

“Can you lock the door behind you?” You ask and you hear the lock click. You lead Steve in through the house and to the kitchen. “What can I get you?”

“Beer?” You show him the two different options you have and he points at the one he wants. You hand it to him then pull your own drink from the fridge.

“Inside or back porch?”

“Back porch.” Steve says so you open the door and once again lead him through it. You’ve got a little bench on the back porch and you both take a seat. You talk for a while about Steve’s job, then about the bakery. Eventually you turn the conversation to the animal shelter,

“Do you think you’ll go back?”

“I’ve already got it scheduled.” He says with a laugh.

“I’m so glad, Hope and Scott are great people and I want their shelter to do well so badly.”

“It sounds like you already are.”

“I wish I could do more.”

“I can understand that, I’m thinking about getting a dog but I’m just waiting for the right one.”

“Don’t let Cassie find out,” you tell him with a laugh, “She’s relentless.”

“She seems like it. Smart kid though.”

“The best.” You agree as you and Steve settle into comfortable silence. His arm has slipped behind your shoulders durning the course of the evening and you’ve inched closer to him so you’re practically pressed to his side.

“I should get going soon.” Steve says and you hum softly, “you seem tired.”

“It’s been a long week and an even longer day.”

“Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.”

“You’ve done more than enough, and I just paid off my debit.” He laughs softly and you grin up at him.

“The offer still stands.” He tells you climbing to his feet. He offers you a hand that you take and he pulls you to your feet. Neither of you let go as you amble back to the front door. He turns to you and brushes his thumb across your cheek before whispering, “can I kiss you?”

So, what do you do? Do you let him kiss you?

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[oneshots-heaven]

“Those Three Words Aren’t Enough”

Your best friend Chris Evans is going to marry the love of his life this weekend and you’ve never been more excited for something – besides maybe seeing your other best friend Sebastian Stan again after you haven’t see him for months. However, your reunion doesn’t happen as you thought it would be.

Warning: None Sebastian Stan x Reader Part ONE 

July in Boston was a blessing of good weather. Unlike Los Angeles, it wasn’t boiling hot, instead it was just right to enjoy a day out—or to have a wedding over the weekend. Your fingers streaked over the font once again. The soft creme-white, simple invitations with the golden writing were so absolutely beautiful that you had to bring it along with you on the plane.

With the excitement for the weekend, the flight from Los Angeles to Boston turned out pleasantly relaxing, although you had flown across the entire country. You had waited so long for this moment to come and now it was so close that you were actually scared of it.

Landed in Boston, you were lucky to get your luggage as one of the first, so you didn’t have to let Scott wait for too long. You had been to this airport a couple of times, knowing exactly where to walk to get to the arrival hall as you scanned through the crowd of waiting people. Maybe he was waiting outside, you thought just in the moment as you noticed the familiar face holding up a piece of paper, which had written on it ’My brother’s dumbest friend’ on it.

You chuckled at the sign, smiling brightly as you made your way through the crowd to Scott who was holding up the paper up. As you reached him, you squealed and hugged him tightly. “I’m glad to see you too, Y/N.“ he laughed at your wild behavior and the wide smile on your face once you parted.

“Excited for the weekend?“ he asked you, helping you with your luggage as the two of you walked out of the airport to his park slot.

“How could I not? It’s gonna be great.“ you sighed happily.

Scott’s brother and your best friend, Chris Evans, was getting married this weekend and it was fair to say that not only you had been waiting for this moment for years by now. You remembered once at work, he had told you that if he was ever going to be married, then he wanted to have his wedding back in his hometown with his entire family and friends. And now you were standing in the middle of Boston, ready to spend the best four days of your life celebrating with your closest friends.

Chris and his soon-to-be wife Katelyn had planned out everything perfectly. They had booked a cute hotel for the guests, close to the location where the wedding would be held. It was right outside from Boston, where everyone could escape the trouble of Paparazzi’s, loud noises and the busy traffic. For an assembly of well known celebrities, it was a relief to be able to be normal and enjoy the weekend to celebrate in the name of Chris and Katelyn.

Besides the fact that your best friend was about to get married, you were happy to see all of your other friends from previous Marvel sets again, but also Chris’s family, whom you had grown close to. Scott dropped you off at the hotel, telling you that he would return in a few hours because he still had to pick up some stuff for the wedding while you could already go and check in for your room and check out the location.

After saying goodbye to him, you walked into the entrance hall of the hotel, where the concierge asked to take your bags for you. Thankful, you handed them over and walked to the reception to get your keys.

“The keys for Stan, please,“ you heard a well known voice say, drawing your attention immediately to it. Your eyes widened as you realized who was standing with their back turned to you.

“Sebastian,“ you suddenly said out loud and indeed, you were right as the dark haired man with a subtle beard turned around to you. His hair was much shorter than the last time you saw him and he seemed to be buffing up again for his role as the beloved Bucky Barnes again. But his eyes were still the same piercing blue that you knew.

A smile appeared on his face as he noticed you, ignoring the Lady at the reception completely. Your heart ached as he came closer to you. It had been so long since the last time you had seen him. Seeing him now, it felt like an entirety had gone since then. “Y/N, you’re already here,“ he said with his smile that could brighten up his whole face.

“Got the earliest flight for today. I didn’t want to miss out on a single thing,“ you explained. “Since when are you here?“

“I arrived two hours ago from New York,“ he replied. “Have you seen Chris yet?“

“No, Scott picked me up at the airport an hour ago and drove me here. Haven’t seen anyone besides him, and now you.“

Besides tight schedules, Sebastian and your lives seemed to try and distant the two of you as best as possible. While you lived in the sunny Los Angeles, he spent his time at the known east coast. It was a struggle to see each other, when you weren’t working together or going to the same event. Birthdays and holidays became something special as they were often the only days you were sure to see the other.

“Sebastian,“ someone called him. The two of you turned in the direction of the voice, causing a warm shiver to suddenly run down your spine by the sight of a beautiful, tall blonde woman. A bright smile lightened up her face and her hips swung gracefully as she walked past to you to Sebastian’s side.

“Have you got our keys yet?“ she asked him, leaving you speechless.

“I was just about to get them, before I ran into Y/N,“ he told her before glancing at you, “Y/N, this is Mia. She’s…“

Only for a second, he seemed to get lost in something, hesitating to finish his sentence before he finally did, “She’s my date.“

She—Mia—looked at you with her angelic eyes and for a moment, you had no idea what you should do next. Everything was wiped blank, which caused the next moment to be painfully awkward. “That’s… great news! It’s nice meeting you, Mia. Like Sen said, I’m…“ you begann to stammer, “I’m Y/N… like Sebastian already mentioned.“

Before you even had the chance to turn as red as tomato, you quickly apologized yourself, “So, let’s get our keys. I will see you guys later.“

Luckily, the reception lady was thinking ahead and had both of your keys ready. Nervously, you grabbed yours and walked away without saying further goodbye, trying to steady your breathing on the way to the elevator. The sound of the arrival of the elevator startled you for a second, but you quickly got in and pressed the button of your floor multiple times in the hope that the doors would close fast enough to stop Sebastian and his date from entering the same one.

As the door closed, you allowed yourself to fall back against the walls of the elevator. Just like Chris, Sebastian counted as one of your best friends—perhaps he was the closest one you had. Ever since the first Captain America movie, the three of you had been extremely close. Usually you always tried to keep up with the others but as Chris was spending his time planning his wedding and future life, Sebastian and you had been away all over the world working on the different projects. It got harder and harder to keep up during times like that.

You had counted down the days to the wedding, knowing that the three of you would finally be reunited and have the chance to spent some time together again. Although you were ready foremost for Chris, you had to admit that you were happy to be able to see Sebastian again. You had missed him and every time you were separated, you were worried that someday your friendship would fade away, but Sebastian and you shared an indescribable bond. From the day of your mutual screen test over to starring successfully in two movies together, he had become the one person you could always count on, no matter what. You loved being around him and sharing memories with him, because he made life seem so easy.

He was the first one you told things, and usually he did the same with you but he certainly hadn’t told you about Mia. Through the years, he had been on dates and about most of them he told you about, especially when he considered that it was getting a little more serious. It often resulted in him asking you what to wear or what flowers to bring. But about Mia, he hadn’t said a single word, which was the reason why it had shocked you that much.

You opened the door and walked into the lovely hotel room, which was kept simple yet comfortable looking. Sighing, you let yourself fall onto the neatly made bed and starred at the ceiling. This weekend was about to be the most wonderful and heartbreaking at the same time, you just knew it.

****** Chris and Katelyn invited everyone for dinner this evening to start off the weekend, before everyone would spilt tomorrow for the Bachelor and Bachelorette parties. After you had changed into a nice dress and some comfy heels, you made your way down to the restaurant of the hotel.

You skimmed through the crowd as you noticed two familiar faces—Anthony Mackie together with his wife Sheletta, who seemed to be involved in a great conversation. However, Anthony excused himself and walked straight over to you.

“Little one, how are ya doing?“ he asked with his well known smile that you adored.

“Good,“ you bluntly lied. “What about Sheletta and you? How are the kids doing?“

“We’re good, all good,“ he said, obviously trying to not make this the topic of the conversation. “So..“

“So..?“ you repeated, raising your brow, still skimming through the rest of the crowd.

“Have you met Sebastian’s date yet?“

You sighed, knowing exactly why Anthony wanted to talk about this. “Yes, earlier today. I ran into them,“ you answered, “and she seems quite lovely, if you’re asking me.“

“Oh c’mon,“ Anthony suddenly groaned, “you’re kidding me right now, aren’t you? Don’t tell me you’re happy about him bringing her with him.“

You shook your head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mackie. She’s his date and I don’t get to judge her. I’ve only talked three sentences with her.“

“Three sentences too much,“

You didn’t feel the need to finish this conversation because you didn’t see it going anywhere but to drama, which Anthony loved. But before you could walk off, Anthony stopped you by grabbing your wirst. “I’m sorry, Y/N, but look, I thought we talked about this. Why do you keep on lying to yourself?“

Freeing your wrist from Anthony without making a scene, you told him, “I’m not lying to myself. I’m happy for him, so don’t worry about me and enjoy the weekend.“

Leaving him behind, you walked into the saloon, looking around to find Scott somewhere. He was your only other good friend here and you were desperate for a friend right now. Anthony’s words had made you furious in so many different ways that you had to calm down first.

“Y/N,“ you heard your name being called out. Spinning around on your heels, you saw Sebastian smirked at you. You had to catch your breath, looking at him in a casual white shirt paired with one of his expensive jackets that you loved so much. Your mouth twitched to an uncertain smile as you walked over to them, again not trying to cause a scene.

“Please, come and sit with us,“ Mia said as you reached their table.

You glanced at the empty chair next to her, gulping unnoticeably, “Sure, why not.“

“Great,“ she gushed. “Sebastian has told me a lot about you.“

Surprised, you looked at her as you sat down before your gaze shifted to Sebastian. “Did he?“ you mumbled.

“Of course! He told me lots of stories about Chris, you and him. You three seem pretty close, aren’t you?“ she asked.

Trying your best to be nice to her and stop looking at your long-time friend, you instead looked at her, “Yeah, I think you could say so.“

You didn’t lie to Anthony. Mia truly seemed to be a lovely girl, very sunny and absolutely gorgeous. Just the kind of woman that Sebastian deserved and you should feel happy for him to be with such a woman but somehow, you just couldn’t. Anthony’s words still floated around your mind during the entire dinner, making it harder to listen to Mia’s stories or answer her questions properly. Throughout, Mia was the more talk-active out of the three of you, while you simply listened here and there and replied to a few questions, while Sebastian talked a few times to the producers sitting across from him.

This surely wasn’t how you had pictured this weekend, which made you even more happy when it was all over. “See you tomorrow?“ Mia asked you, shortly before you intended to leave.

“Um, sure,“ you said, waving her goodbye and leaving the saloon with big steps, just to finally get away from all the facade.

That the day hadn’t turned out as you had hoped it to be wasn’t Chris’s or Katelyn’s fault, it was your own. You knew something was holding you back from having a good time. Now you should rather be downstairs, drinking and dancing until your feet hurt but now all you wanted to do was enjoying a movie and go to sleep early.

But your plans were quickly ruined after you had taken off your make-up and changed into some more comfortable clothes as your phone buzzed.

From: Sebastian

Please tell me 314 is your room.

You frowned. Was he? No, he wasn’t looking for you. Perhaps he was asking for Scott or Chris.

To: Sebastian

Yes, why?

Seconds later, you heard a light knock on the door. Pushing yourself of the bed, you walked over to the door, hesitating to open it up until you got the courage to do it. It revealed Sebastian in the same clothing from the dinner.

“What are you doing here?“ you asked him in confusion.

“We hadn’t had a chance to talk yet, so I excused myself and went looking for you.“ he explained. “Will you let me in?“

“What? Yeah, sure,“ you answered, opening up the door more for him to enter your room. Out of all things, you certainly hadn’t expected him to suddenly appear in front of your door, leaving you with no clue what to do now.

Sebastian sat down on the bed and so did you. “So, Chris is actually getting married.“ he said.

“Yep,“ you smiled. “Kind of crazy, isn’t it? But I’m happy for him, he seems so happy with Katelyn and that’s all I want for him.“

“He is,“ he agreed, getting silent afterwards. Usually, you had always a topic with Sebastian to talk about. No matter what topic you talked about, it mostly turned into hours of conversation. Just because it was that easy to be with one another. Now you had no idea what to ask next. Should you ask him about his current projects? How his mom was doing? You knew that none of those questions were the ones you truly wanted an answer to.

“And what about you?“ you mumbled. “What about Mia? How did you two meet?“

With a deep sign, he let himself fall into the mattress, starring at the ceiling of the room, reminding you how you had laid there this morning. “We met on the set of my last project. She was my make-up artist and it kind of went from there. I don’t really know, to be honest.“

“Do you like her?“

The devil on your shoulder was happy that you had asked that question, knowing that you needed an answer to that. But the angel on the other side was crying because she knew the answer would probably break your heart.

“I do,“ he replied quietly, and you felt your chest swell and your nose beginning to burn as you breathed in. “It was just nice to have someone not trying to go with me because of my job or the money I make.“

“But what about you?“ he quickly changed the topic as his eyes met yours. You leaned onto your side, watching him lay on his back. You never told him how beautiful his eyes were.

“What about me?“ you asked back.

“Are you seeing someone lately?“

You played with your fingers as you shook your head. “No, I don’t.“

Silence took over you two usual talk-active people. Nothing about this weekend was usual. You hated the silence because you had no idea what was going on inside of his head. Making it even more worse, he was laying so close to you. Being close to one another was nothing special, none of you had a problem with that. But now you felt the need to back off, although it seemed wrong to do so.

“That’s okay. Then I don’t have to inspect anyone.“

You chuckled lightly over the sadness inside you. “You don’t have to inspect anyone ever.“

“Sure, I do. I have to.“ he replied so serious that it made you wonder.

“Why?“

“I need to check… to make sure that whoever you are dating is going to treat you the right way, just as you deserve.“

Your heart dropped before it then quickly started to beat in angst. Your gazes fell. Those words shouldn’t have shocked you as much as they did. You knew that he always wanted the best for you, including having a lover that will give you the world. But they only made you wish that he wasn’t in this room right now because the burning in your eyes got worse and the last thing you wanted to do today was crying right in front of him.

“Doesn’t Mia wait for you?“ you said, cursing yourself the minute after why you had to bring her back into the conversation.

He hesitated, simply looking at you, before saying, “You’re probably right. I should get going.“

Sebastian pushed himself up from the bed. You watched every second of his movements closely, wishing that you could just pull him back to you and forget that you had brought Mia back as a topic. You wanted him to lay there and tell you more reasons why he had to check the guys that you dated, but you couldn’t go back .

Instead, you stood up and followed him to the door, which he opened up. He turned so quickly that you couldn’t stop yourself from running into him. Your bodies collied softly together while your eyes widened as he got a hold on you and held you by your arms.

“Will I see you tomorrow?“

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[halestil24]

Spend Forever

Pairing: Stiles x OC Rating: Cute Warning: Fluff, slight mentions of depression, loneliness. Words: 2,028.

A/N. This just kind of popped up in my head and I ran with it.

Living in Beacon Hills was never easy. Especially if you were involved in the supernatural part of Beacon Hills. Isabelle, or Izzy, Tanner knew that all too well. She was born and raised in Beacon Hills, her family was close with the Hale’s and when they died she was crushed.

Derek was like an older brother to Izzy, so when tragedy struck again and claimed her parents in a car accident she lived with him in the remodeled Hale home. By looking at them you would never know they weren't related. Izzy had long jet black hair, and the same olive skin. But her eyes were grey and she wasn't a werewolf.

Izzy hadn't really been surprised when her best friends got involved in the supernatural world. Scott had gotten bitten by crazy Peter and everything changed after that. Literally leaving Stiles and Izzy the only humans in the mix matched pack.

They had managed everything up until this point really well. Scott and Allison made up, Lydia got over Jackson's kanima issue, they all fought anything that came their way. The biggest struggle was starting junior year and Izzy’s ever growing crush on Stiles.

The two flirted a lot. To the point that Derek always made fun of her for being “Stilinski’s girlfriend” but she wasn’t. God not that she didn’t want to be. Izzy knew Stiles still had a thing for Lydia but that wasn’t the issue.  The issue was Malia.

Malia Tate, or rather Hale. Werecoyote. And suddenly attached to Stiles’s hip. Izzy couldn’t blame her, the boy had this charm that anyone in their right mind would fall for. That wasn’t even the problem. The problem was that Stiles started to spend less and less time with Izzy and more time “helping” Malia.

Over the summer Izzy had seen Stiles maybe 10 times and half of that he was with Malia. Everyone knew what they were doing, or at least they could guess.

So when school started Izzy told herself that she was just going to work on school and her friendship with Allison and Lydia. Stiles had scored a spot on first line after his help winning the lacrosse championship last year so he was busier than usual. Izzy could see him separating from Malia more and more.

She was sitting on Lydia’s bed thinking about Stiles. “Hello… Earth to Izzy.” Izzy snapped out of her vacant stare to find a concerned Allison and a slightly annoyed Lydia looked at her. “What?”

“We were talking about the lacrosse game tomorrow. We are going to coordinate what to wear. You still have Stiles’s lacrosse hoodie right?” Lydia spoke unphased. Izzy just nodded and listened to Lydia’s plan of wearing their boyfriend's lacrosse hoodies to the game. Izzy played along laughing and joking, but she was realizing the separation from her best friend in the world was taking it's toll and she could tell that Allison was noticing too.

Allison offered to drive Izzy home instead of calling Derek. She wouldn't let Derek buy her a car, so he always said to call and he would pick her up. But she took Allison’s offer. “So... are you okay?” Izzy stopped staring out of the window and looked at Allison. “I’m fine.” it was a lie and they both knew it. Izzy also knew that Allison wouldn’t leave it there. “It's Stiles isn't it.”

Izzy sighed. “Yeah. I don’t know what to do. He is my best friend aside from you and Lydia. He has been my best friend through this whole thing and now. He doesn't talk to me. I have been replaced by Malia.” there was a sadness in her voice and Allison frowned. “You need to talk to him.” Izzy nodded in response. Allison was right. She always was. The two hugged before Izzy got out of the car and walked into the house.

She thanked god that Derek wasn’t home. She couldn’t deal with the questions he would ask on why she smells depressed. It was bad enough that he shot her knowing looks. She busied herself by getting stuff ready for tomorrow, thinking about how she was happy that Malia being a Hale didn’t put a wrench in her relationship with Derek. Frankly, Derek didn’t trust the werecoyote so if there was any safe haven it was here. Where she was home.

Izzy hadn't felt fully comfortable wearing Stiles’s hoodie during school, so it sat folded in her locker but she dawned the school colors with her black shorts, maroon tank top and black vans. Lydia surely had something to say about it but Allison kept her quiet. Thank god for small favors.

She was sitting with Allison and Scott at lunch when Stiles came over and sat down next to her for the first time this year. And her heart jumped, earning a look from Scott. “Hey Iz.” His nickname for her made it worse. “Hey.” Her short response earned her a weird look from Scott and Stiles. “Are you coming to the game tonight?” Stiles sounded eager, and anxious. He was jiggling his leg and staring at her.

“Yeah. Wouldn’t miss it.” Izzy watched as Stiles lit up like the fourth of July, spurring hope in her chest. But it was short lived. Malia soon joined their table and Stiles turned to say something to her. Izzy couldn't take it, she got up and left.

“So, Iz..” Stiles turned back around to find her gone. He looked up at Allison and Scott. The wolf looked confused but Allison gave him a sad look. “Where did she go?” No one answered, but Malia tried her best to regain Stiles’s attention and showed blatant irritation when he was no longer interested in what she was saying.

Izzy kept to herself most of the day, but she could see that Stiles noticed her sudden absence at lunch. But there was Malia, taking up the space the once belonged to Izzy. At the end of the day when Izzy stood at her locker she told herself that she would give Stiles his hoodie back after the game. She didn’t have the right to keep it. She wasn’t his. But she would wear it to the game, like she promised Lydia. Maybe she would get the chance to talk to him after.

***

Stiles played the whole game, and Izzy had forgotten the separation between them as she cheered and yelled for Stiles every time he got the ball or scored. They won the game, and Izzy was among the crowd that jumped down onto the field. She hadn't realized that she was making a beeline for Stiles until someone stepped in front of her and stopped Stiles. Malia.

Izzy paused for a second, then came back to reality. Before she could regain her confidence she turned and almost ran from the field. In her haste she couldn't hear Stiles yelling for her. “IZZY WAIT!” Stiles watched as Izzy left the field, and he tried to go after her but Malia stopped him. “Stiles…” He tore his helmet from his head. “Malia this… this is done. I don’t even know what I was thinking. You are a great person but we are not dating. We never were. I'm sorry.” Stiles stormed passed her to the locker room so he could shower and change.

Meanwhile Izzy kept walking. Tears formed in her eyes, and she just kept walking. She didn’t really know where she was going until she found herself on the Stilinski doorstep. Grabbing her keys she unlocked the door and locked it behind her. She headed up to Stiles’s room.

She really shouldn't be here, honestly she should give her key back. Stiles was sure to come home with Malia but she didn't want to go home and have Derek ask her what was wrong. Izzy felt exhausted. All of the emotions coursing through her the last few days drained her. So she flopped down face first onto Stiles’s bed, breathing in his scent from his pillows.

Her heart clenched. This will probably be the last time she steps into his room so she might as well make the most of it. But before she knew it she was asleep.

Stiles left the locker room and climbed into his jeep. He wasn’t into celebrating tonight, and he didn't want to see Malia. All he wanted to do was talk to Izzy. She wasn’t answering her phone, and Derek said she wasn't home. Stiles called Allison who said she wasn’t with her.

There were hundreds of places Izzy could be, so Stiles started driving trying to find his best friend.

When he came up empty he headed home. Silently he walked up the stairs to his room, running his hands over his face. When he walked into his room his heart stopped.

There was Izzy, laying in his bed cuddling his pillow. In his sweatshirt. She looked good. Stiles realized how much he missed her, how much he cared for her. He kicked off his shoes and gently removed Izzy’s from her feet.

He sat on the edge of the bed and ran his hand over her hair. “Hey, wake up Iz.” his voice was soft, so soft he wondered if she heard him but she shuffled a little opening her eyes. “Stiles.” Izzy sat up and looked almost ashamed. “Sorry, I… I came to give you your hoodie back.” Stiles felt like someone punched him in the stomach.

It didn’t make it any better seeing the redness of her eyes. He knew she had been crying. “Why would you give it back. I don’t want it back.” His voice was shaky. He felt like he was being broken up with, but they weren't dating. “I want you to have it. Whatever’s mine is yours remember. Like always.”

Izzy let out a breath she wasn’t aware she was holding. “What about Malia?” She didn’t want to look at Stiles but she could hear him sigh heavily. “Malia is not… Malia and I are not dating. We were never dating. I was trying to help her and I made a huge mistake.”

She finally looked at him. His whiskey eyes staring into hers. “We all make mistakes.” Stiles shook his head, reaching out and rubbing her cheek with his thumb. “I wanted it to be you. When it happened I felt horrible Iz. Can you ever forgive me for being such a shitty friend?”

Izzy just sat there, processing what she had heard. “Yeah. I can.” her voice was quiet. Stiles let out a breath and grabbed her, pulling her body to his. They stayed like that for a few moments, until Stiles shuffled them so they were laying on his bed. “When we won the game, all I saw was you. It was like no one else was there, and then she blocked me and I felt so angry. I only wanted you.”

Stiles confession made Izzy’s heart swell, she turned so he couldn't see the tears forming in her eyes. He responded with turning toward her, pulling her back to his chest and nestling his nose in her hair. Securing his arms around her waist. “Stay with me tonight.”

“What?” Izzy hadn't expected that, but more than anything she didn't want to leave his embrace. It was like he was holding her as if she would disappear if he let go. She rolled over to her back so she could look at him.

“Stay Iz.” his breath washed over her face, and her heart was racing. Stiles’s lips pressed to hers gently, and his hand found its way into her hair. Izzy felt like electricity was pulsing through her. They were both breathless when they parted. “I think I love you Iz. Can… can I be your shitty friend that is now your shitty boyfriend? And spend forever making it up to you?”

“Yes. Stiles, I love you too.” Stiles leaned down to kiss her again. When he pulled away he sighed. “Shit, Derek might just kill me now.” Izzy laughed and pulled her boyfriend closer to her. She was never leaving this bed.