Aww, Harry’s so sweet! I loved writing my stories tonight. Sometimes I really feel them and those are the ones that I don’t care as much if anyone else loves them or doesn’t, because I do.
This story was written from Bruno Mars’ song, “When I Was Your Man”. Bruno has such great songs, and perfect for Harry stories. I cheer for Harry and the girl he is always in these scenarios with! Is that weird? I love them and it makes me happy!
Here is a link to this song on my Spotify playlist called “Gloomy Poops”…this is a new playlist that I just added, so please give me time to add more songs. I need to get to sleep for tonight, but I promise I’ll work on it this week!: https://open.spotify.com/track/0nJW01T7XtvILxQgC5J7Wh
Enjoy, Lovies! xo
“Baby, I’m home!” Harry shouts as he walks into the home you share. He walks in and peeks into a couple of rooms looking for you but doesn’t see you. “Love?” He walks into the bedroom, then to the master bath, and notices some of your things that are usually there are missing. He walks back into the bedroom, opening the closet door, and sees all of your clothes and shoes are gone. “Oh, baby, no…”
Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now
Our song on the radio but it don’t sound the same
When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down
‘Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name
You sat in the hotel room, quiet and alone. Sadness consumes you. You hated leaving Harry, but things had changed so much in your relationship over the few years you were together, you felt it was time. He wasn’t the same. He used to practically put you on a pedestal, which wasn’t necessary, but was part of the charm that had won you over. Always thinking of you, keeping you a part of his life.
As you lay in bed, unable to sleep, you see the light on your phone light up with a call. Looking at the screen, you see Harry’s name at the top with the photo you used of him for his contact photo. He must be home now, you thought. He knows. You stare at the screen, then a moment later, see the notification that you had a voicemail. You just couldn’t. You didn’t want to hear his voice. You knew he would be hurt that you left, or would he? Maybe it would be a relief to him.
Call after call, voicemail after voicemail, text after text. Finally, after dozens and dozens of calls, you gain the courage to listen to a voicemail.
‘Baby, where are you? Please, call me! We have to talk! You can’t just leave me, babe. We love each other! Please, baby, please call me.’
You sob into your hands, listening to voicemail after voicemail. You listen as his messages circle through the stages of grief. Beginning with panic, he quickly fell into the denial.
‘No, I don’t accept this, love. I know I’ve not been around much, but…you knew this is my life. We’ve been together a long…’ he says as the voicemail cuts him off. The messages quickly move to anger then negotiation.
‘Baby, please. I’ll come get you so we can talk. I…I’ll do anything, love, anything. Just please, don’t do this…’
You hear him sniff and cry into the phone as the messages change in emotion again. ‘Sweetheart…I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, please. I love you. Please don’t do this. Please…’
Too young, too dumb to realize
That I should have bought you flowers, and held your hand
Should have gave you all my hours, when I had the chance
Take you to every party 'cause all you wanted to do was dance
Now my baby’s dancing, but she’s dancing with another man
A couple of weeks passed and Harry hadn’t seen you or talked to you. He was worried about you, not knowing where you were, and left messages, begging you to let him know you were okay. You couldn’t bring yourself to call him. That damn charm of his. You knew yourself and him well enough to know that, if you talked to him, he would persuade you somehow to meet with him and talk, and you weren’t ready for that. You remembered how he could be…how he was for most of your relationship together.
On your first date together, Harry arrived at your door with a beautiful bouquet of wildflowers. Every week for years after, he would bring you another bouquet…always of wildflowers, being your favorite. He also loved to be touching you. Whether his arm around you, his hand holding yours, his arm around you as you both slept, his hand on your leg as you drove somewhere together…he loved the nearness of you.
But, as his life became hectic again with the success of his solo career, and the upcoming news of One Direction reuniting for a spell, Harry had changed. It was common for a person in his position to let the success go to his head, you just didn’t think it would happen with Harry. He was so down-to-earth and humble. You didn’t understand how that had changed, but it had.
You sent him a text that simply read, ‘I’m okay. No worries.’
My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways
Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life
Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made, oh
And it haunts me every time I close my eyes
Harry had become so consumed in his work and the rest of his life, that he had made his relationship with you less of a priority. You understood that he stayed busy. You were always okay with, and accepting, of that. It was his job, after all. But little things began mounting that were wearing you down. Not calling you to let you know he wouldn’t be home, that he was going to a party…for business, of course. Or spending the day shopping, not asking if you would have liked to come along, then bragging about all of his purchases and talking endlessly about his day, not even asking about yours.
But the worst was the day that became the last straw. You were surprised when he didn’t mention it was your birthday first thing off that morning, but you knew he had a lot to do that day, so you let it go. Then no phone call or texts all day, apologizing for not saying anything that morning. Finally when he came home late that night, you were at least expecting a last minute apology, or a gift…but there was nothing. And what hurt the most was the fact that his plans that evening had been attending the birthday bash of another celebrity. You were heartbroken.
Too young, too dumb to realize
That I should have bought you flowers, and held your hand
Should have gave you all my hours, when I had the chance
Take you to every party 'cause all you wanted to do was dance
Now my baby’s dancing, but she’s dancing with another man
Harry sat alone in his home, no tv on, no music playing, just sitting and thinking. Occasionally he would think of a line for a lyric and jot it down, but that’s how emotions worked. Some of the best songs were written during times of sadness and misery.
He stared at the screen of his phone as he looked at photos of you and him together. Photos from the last rainy day that you spent lazing around the house together. Photos of your last holiday you took, spending a week on a secluded beach. Photos of you and he at his family Christmas gathering. Harry knew he fucked up.
He knew you were ‘the one’. He knew you were the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and he made selfish choices and lost you. He beat himself up over it every day as he surrounded himself with loneliness, and every night as he lay in the bed he used to share with you. He hadn’t had the strength to wash your pillowcase, afraid of it losing the scent of you.
In a moment of desperation, Harry called your best friend, begging her one final time to tell him where you were.
Although it hurts, I’ll be the first to say that I was wrong
Oh, I know I’m probably much too late
To try and apologize for my mistakes
But I just want you to know
You finished getting ready for the event your date had invited you to. A friend had begged that you attend with her cousin, who needed a date, and after telling her no a few times, you finally caved and agreed, hoping she would leave you alone after that.
You looked at yourself in the full-length mirror, examining your body to make sure you looked good enough for such a gathering. As you looked at your reflection, you remembered you were wearing Harry’s favorite dress on you. He had even bought your shoes for you as a surprise, saying they would be the perfect shoes to adorn such lovely feet in such a beautiful dress. You were going to wear your hair down, then remembered Harry preferred it up in that dress, and without really thinking hard on it, quickly pulled your hair up and walked to the door after hearing the bell.
I hope he buys you flowers, I hope he holds your hand
Give you all his hours, when he has the chance
Take you to every party, ’Cause I remember how much you loved to dance
Do all the things I should have done, when I was your man
Do all the things I should have done, when I was your man
As you walk into the party, your date walks off, talking to others he knows. At first you thought it rude, but after experiencing his dull personality on the drive there, you were relieved. After a miserable evening, you finally excused yourself from the party, telling your date you needed to leave, and not to bother, you would take a cab.
Exiting the elevator, you reached your floor and turned to walk toward your door. As you rounded the corner by your room, you stopped dead in your tracks and looked at the figure sitting on the floor in front of your door.
Harry quickly stood, looking at you, seeing how beautiful you were in his favorite dress, unable to speak. He missed you, and it was the first time he’d seen you since you left.
You looked at him nervously, licking your lips, feeling your heart racing. Before you could speak, Harry bends down and picks up something from the floor.
“Wildflowers,” you say, breathlessly as he holds them out to you. You see a tear fall from Harry’s eye and feel him take your hand in his. He stands closer to you. You see his pulse beating rapidly beneath the skin on his neck.
“Please…can we talk? I’ll do anything for you, love. Anything, just…give me another chance.”
And what can I say…Bruno is a musical genius. Think I could write a story off every single song of his. Honestly I probably could from Harry’s album, too, (MUSICAL GENIUS) but not sure I want to yet. I like that his words are so open to interpretation, and make you wonder what he was thinking when he wrote them. I kind of don’t want to screw with that, honestly.
Anyway, here it is…enjoy! xo
Let’s take our time tonight, girl, above us all the stars are watchin’
There’s no place I’d rather be in this world, your eyes are where I’m lost in
Underneath the chandelier we’re dancin’ all alone
There’s no reason to hide what we’re feelin’ inside, right now
Harry swallows hard, unsure he heard you right. He squeezes your hand in return, hoping that you asking him to stay meant you were going to give him another chance to prove how much he loves you and wants you. How much you mean to him.
You stand, facing him, looking into his eyes, wanting neither of you to forget the looks on each other’s face in that moment. You never want the two of you to be in that situation ever again.
“Remember this,” you tell him. “Remember how this feels. I never want either of us to feel it again.”
“Never, love. I’m so sor…” Harry begins, but you place your finger on his lips. He apologized already, and you accept it, by pressing against him gently and placing your lips on his. The softness of his lips on yours melts you. You feel his arms wrap around you, pulling you tightly against his body, as your kiss becomes deeper, tasting him, begging him to taste you. It’s the most beautiful, tender, slow kiss you ever remember experiencing. Gentle passion, his lips trembling beneath yours, afraid that at any moment you may change your mind and release his kiss…release him…
So, baby, let’s just turn down the lights and close the door
Ooh, I love that dress, but you won’t need it anymore
No, you won’t need it no more
Let’s just kiss ‘til we’re naked, baby
Your fingernails lightly graze Harry’s back under his shirt, your lips moving strategically from his to his jaw, nibbling lightly at the precision line. He closes his eyes, fists clutching at your dress.
“Baabyyy…” Harry whispers into the air escaping his lungs. He feels you kiss his neck firmly, working your way down to his collarbone and sucking, biting at it gently. You hear a small moan escape his throat.
Harry’s hands slowly move down to your hips, pulling you into him. He didn’t realize until this moment how long it had been since he had held you like that…kissed you this way… What a horrible boyfriend he had been, to leave your body feeling so unloved on for so long.
Versace on the floor. Ooh, take it off for me, for me, for me, for me now, girl
I unzip the back to watch it fall, while I kiss your neck and shoulders
No, don’t be afraid to show it all. I’ll be right here ready to hold you
Girl, you know you’re perfect from your head down to your heels
Don’t be confused by my smile 'cause I ain’t ever been more for real, for real
You feel Harry’s hands move to the zipper of your dress and slowly lower it, watching as it falls past your breasts, your waist, your hips, until it puddles around your ankles. How long had it been since he had seen you naked? To Harry it seems like the first time all over again. He is in awe of how beautiful and breathtaking you are.
His lips press against you, gently sucking on your neck, tasting your shoulder, lightly kissing your chest. You unbutton the buttons of his shirt and move it off his shoulders, allowing it to fall on the floor at your feet.
“So beautiful, baby,” Harry says, taking in your body, his hands working their way along your soft skin. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”
So just turn down the lights and close the door
Ooh, I love that dress, but you won’t need it anymore
No, you won’t need it no more
Let’s just kiss 'til we’re naked, baby
Versace on the floor, ooh, take it off for me.
Harry reaches back toward the wall and turns off the lights, the room being illuminated by the bright moonlight shining through the window over the bed. You feel his lips find yours again as he kisses you with so much passion you feel there is nobody else in the world besides the two of you. His kiss wanders along your throat as his hands wander the rest of you.
“Promise me…” you whisper breathlessly.
“Anything, baby…” Harry whispers in return. “Anything…”
“Promise me…we’ll never lose this again…what we have…,” you say, sniffing, desperate to hold on to what you have with him, afraid of losing it again. “Please…I don’t want to live without you.”
Harry kisses you again, then looks into your eyes, his hand caressing your face as he wipes a tear from your cheek. “Never. We will never, ever lose this again, baby. You’re mine, and I am always and forever yours, as long as you’ll have me….” Harry takes your mouth with his once again, tracing his tongue along your lips, pulling your bottom lip between his own, sucking it and nipping it lightly.
You moan lightly as his mouth finds your neck and shoulder again, feeling Harry lay you backward gently onto the bed. In that moment, all was right again and you felt safe and loved in the arms of the man that you loved. Maybe there would be times with struggles, nobody could know. But you knew in that moment that he loved you unconditionally, wholly, purely, and that he was yours, and you were his.
It’s warmin’ up, can you feel it, baby?
Oh, seems like you’re ready for more, more, more
Let’s just kiss ’til we’re naked…Versace on the floor
WOOOOO!!! That was fun! Hope you liked it!
If you have a favorite song, let me know and I’ll see if it’s one I can work into a Harry imagine.
Wiping his clammy hands down on his crimson red pants and taking a much needed deep breath, Stiles Stilinski walked into the loud dance club to attend his ex-girlfriend’s birthday party. Which he technically wasn’t invited to but went anyway, because the man knew no boundaries. He did know, however, that she probably didn’t want to see him ever again and yet he couldn’t find it in himself to stay away. He absolutely hates that he had to continuously lie to protect the woman he loved, the woman he still loves, from the supernatural world but what he truly hates the most is that he’d have to constantly let her down because of it.
He’s lost count of all the times he had to cancel on their dates because someone in this chaotic town needed saving or how many times he had to try to come up with excuses to cover up his secret only for her to see right through them everytime. It broke Stiles’ heart to know that he continuously deceived her, but he knew that he had no other choice since he didn’t want her anywhere near the danger the pack always faced.
The day she ended things with him is the day Stiles hates the most in his life. He couldn’t handle the way she cried as she told him all of the nights she spent sobbing because of him or all of the times she felt betrayed because her own boyfriend would deny telling her the truth whenever she asked. Stiles’ heart shattered when he watched her walk away from him, never turning back, and it still remains that way. It’s already been two months since they broke up, but the wounds were definitely still open.
“Stiles?” He heard a voice call over the loud music and the human instantly turned around to see a familiar redhead. “Is that really you?”
“Yes, Lyds.” He smiled at her shocked face. “It’s me.”
“You seriously came to your ex-girlfriend’s party without an invite?” Lydia smirked, now chuckling along with him. “How daring of you.”
“What can I say?” Stiles shrugged. “I’m a badass by nature.”
The laughter that erupted from the banshee’s throat should’ve offended him, but Stiles laughed along with her instead. They both knew Stiles was a big softie and not exactly a badass, but he could still be tough whenever it was truly necessary.
“Of course you are.” The redhead snickered, lightly patting him on his broad shoulder. “But, I would avoid staying here if I were you.”
“And why is that?” Stiles narrowed his eyes at her, surprised when she, suddenly, stopped being in a light-hearted mood and became serious.
“You don’t know?” Lydia cleared her throat, nervous now that she realizes she’s the one who has tell one of her best friends the bad news. That without a doubt will hurt him even more than he already was.
“Know what?” Stiles asked, now anxious along with her. “Lydia, you’re scaring me.”
“S-She has a boyfriend.”
The second those words came out of her mouth, Stiles’ already broken heart dropped down into his stomach and shattered even more, which he honestly didn’t think was possible. A gaping and bleeding hole took the place where he once had a beating heart. Stiles felt as if the Winter Soldier himself had punched into his chest with his powerful metal arm and he was officially done for. It doesn’t even matter what Stiles does to try and fix himself, he’s now always going to be broken.
“A boyfriend?” He asked, his voice weak and Lydia winced at how pained he sounded.
The redhead just nodded, turning herself around to point to the couple wrapped in each other’s arms on the dance floor as they moved their bodies to the beat of the deafening music. Stiles reluctantly followed the direction of her finger and bit down on his bottom lip to somehow keep from crying when he saw the girl he so desperately loved dancing beautifully. He watched in awe at the way her hair bounced against her shoulders as she happily sang the words to a song Stiles had never heard before. But, he already liked it just by the way she seemed to. Jealousy and hurt flooded his body at the sight of some unknown guy dancing closely to her with his hands gripping her waist, the same waist Stiles held onto whenever they were intimate. The same hips he loved planting kisses on when he moved lower and lower down her body until he reached the area she desired him the most.
“I should probably go.” Stiles stated, trying to swallow the hard lump in his dry throat.
“Yeah,” Lydia nodded, but then smirked with an idea. “Or you could get a quick drink first. It is open bar after all.”
Tearing his eyes away from the painful scene, Stiles looked down at the banshee and nodded. Lydia smiled and lead them through the sweaty crowd and towards the bar, the smell of alcohol getting stronger with every step they took.
“Bartender!” Lydia called once they reached it, slamming her hands down on the counter. “Can you get me two beers, please?”
“Two beers coming right up.” The polite man smiled and pulled out the two their drinks from under the counter.
He snapped the tops off with a specific tool and slid the beers over to the redhead, who easily caught them before they could fall off the surface.
“Thank you very much.” Lydia smiled back at him as she handed Stiles a bottle.
The young man immediately took a swig and enjoyed the feeling of the bitter liquid making its way down his once dry throat. Lydia looked at him with a kind smile on her face, taking her own sip of the drink. She put the bottle back down on the counter as she licked the remaining liquid off her lips, but Stiles didn’t dare put his drink away. He needed this beer more than anything to somehow feel better at the realization that he lost the girl he actually believed he could get back, forever.
“Are you okay?” Lydia asked, noticing how quiet and still he was. Two characteristics Stiles Stilinski certainly never displays.
“No, I’m not.” Stiles answered truthfully, taking another sip of his alcohol.
“I know what it’s like.” She patted his shoulder to comfort him. “But, hey think about the bright side. At least she’s not a lizard who turned into werewolf then left you to go to London. Or a former Alpha that actually killed people you knew and ended up dying before you could ever see him redeem himself.”
A muffled laugh escaped from his lips even though he was still drinking from his bottle and Stiles swallowed his liquor before turning to look at Lydia whole-heartedly.
“Right, but at least things between you and Parrish seem to be working.” Stiles answered.
“Yeah, when he’s not on fire.” Lydia scoffed. “And I’m not even talking about sex.”
This comment was enough to make Stiles’ heart a little less heavy as he detached his attention from the dancing girl to his best female friend and her spicy sex life.
The dancing girl, on the other hand, was currently wiping away the accumulated sweat on her forehead as she continued dancing with her new boyfriend. He was the sweetest and most attentive guy she’s ever met. He always makes sure to spend as much time with her as humanly possible, so much so that his GPA score in college had been dropping from his lack of studying. It was very refreshing to her, having a boyfriend around all the time… something completely different from Stiles Stilinski.
However, it wasn’t at all his fault. He couldn’t control the supernatural or make it go away, but he believed it was his job to at least save the people this world puts in danger. It hurt her so much to know that Stiles had a mysterious secret she could never be apart of. She knew that Stiles loved her and only ever did what he thought was best. But, it’s too bad it just wasn’t enough.
As if on cue, the heartbroken girl turned her head at the exact moment that Stiles decided to take a peak at her. The world screeched to a halt when their eyes locked and finally saw each other again after being separated for two whole months. Her eyes were wide and her jaw dropped at the sight of the brown haired boy with freckles painted all over his fair skin. Her heart immediately beat faster and she felt as if it would suddenly jump out of her chest and fly towards him. She missed him, there’s no doubting that. And apparently, so did her body and soul. The way she’s feeling right now, just by the realization that she’s in the same room as him, was enough to know.
Stiles carefully put his bottle down on the bar counter and tuned out everything Lydia was currently saying, his attention only focused on the girl gazing at him. Her face was completely shocked and he chuckled internally at how astonished she looked. Stiles could see the blush heating up on her face all the way from the other side of the bar and it made his heart flutter to know he still had an effect on her.
Lydia stopped talking absentmindedly when she noticed Stiles slowly lift his hand and wave with a smile on his face towards someone on the dance floor. The redhead turned to see just who he was greeting and immediately smiled when she realized it was exactly the person he came here to see.
“You should go say hi.” Lydia suggested.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Stiles answered, no longer waving to her but still holding the gaze.
“Oh, she already sees you.” The banshee shrugged. “I see no harm in at least going over there to wish her a happy birthday. I mean, at this point, it would be rude if you didn’t.”
Stiles carefully thought over Lydia’s suggestion, her words repeating in his head over and over again. He wanted to talk to her desperately, but then again he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable in any way. He knows how recent this all still is and he’s well aware of the pain pooling inside of her just like it was in him.
“Fine.” Stiles nodded, taking a deep breath before standing up.
Stiles’ ex-girlfriend’s eyes widened even more, which wasn’t thought possible until now, when he stood up from the bar stool and began walking over towards her. She didn’t know whether or not she wanted him to approach her, but she definitely knew that her heartbeat rose with every step the boy she still loved took.
That’s when the unexpected happened and neither one of them were ready for it. The techno beat song that was echoing in the dance club ended and was replaced with a slow love song. But, not just any love song, their love song.
Stiles immediately stopped in his tracks and she immediately stopped dancing. Her boyfriend looked at her with a confused glance, but her focus was locked on Stiles. Neither one of them knew what to do as all of the memories, the times they spent together, the intimate touches and the feelings came crashing down on them with full force. They both almost fell at how weak their knees felt.
The way she was gazing at him right now made a new sense of confidence coming from an unknown source spark in his blood and an idea lit up in his mind. It could either end up really well or really badly, but Stiles didn’t give his anxiety the time to think it over. He moved his legs once again and continued walking towards her which made the girl panic. Her boyfriend continuously asked her if she was okay but she couldn’t even answer, too nervous over the boy approaching her.
“Hi.” Stiles greeted and she swallowed nervously at the sound of his voice again after so long.
“H-Hey.” She responded and completely let go of her boyfriend to push her hair behind her ears, a habit she has whenever she felt anxious. Which Stiles knew about and couldn’t help but smile at how adorable she looked.
“Hi.” The boyfriend spoke up and Stiles took his attention off of her to look over at the source of the voice. The young man told Stiles his name even though it was pointless considering Stiles would forget it in a matter of minutes. “And you are?”
“Stiles.” The boy with freckles answered, politely extending his hand out towards the fellow guy. They both shook hands with kind smiles on their faces.
“What brings you to the dance floor?” The boyfriend asked.
“I was actually wondering if I could borrow your girl for just one dance.” Stiles requested and the girl felt like she was about to faint. She didn’t know if she had it in her to be able to dance with Stiles without falling apart.
“Sure, but don’t steal her for too long or I’ll get jealous.” The boyfriend chuckled after taking a few seconds to think it over. The man was undoubtedly a good person and Stiles actually liked him as he turned around to place a chaste kiss on his ex’s lips. “I’ll be over at the bar with the boys if you need me.”
She just nodded and he looked at Stiles one last time before smiling at the both of them and walking away. She gazed up at Stiles with doe eyes and he couldn’t help but smile at how beautiful she was. Extending his hand out to her, she took it and he placed it on his shoulder at the same time that he used his other hand to put it on her waist. When both of her hands were on his shoulders, Stiles rested his other hand on the other side of her waist. Their faces were just inches apart as he stared intensely into her eyes, her heart pounding heavily against her ribcage at how lovingly he gawked at her. It’s been a month since she found a new boyfriend but Stiles certainly still had her wrapped around his finger.
“You know, when I found out you had a new boyfriend I was really hoping I’d hate him.” Stiles spoke up as they started to sway their bodies to the rhythm of the song that belonged to them and no one else. “But, damn, I actually like the dude.”
“Yeah, he’s a really nice guy.” She laughed at Stiles’ surprising compliment and the breath-taking sound made his heart stop.
“You really know how to pick them.” Stiles chuckled, quirking his eyebrows at her to make her laugh again and a smile appeared on his face when it worked.
“I guess I do.” She giggled, letting her head fall on his chest for the slightest second as she laughed before picking it back up. But, this time she was no longer laughing and had a serious expression planted on. “I just don’t know how to keep them interested enough to stay.”
“What are you talking about?” Stiles questioned, furious that any boy would ever dare think this amazing girl in his arms was boring. “Who was stupid enough to think that?”
She looked at him with pain evident in her eyes, water glossing over them. Which only meant she was about to cry and Stiles’ gut wrenched at the scene. The last time he saw her cry was when she ended their relationship and it was the worst thing he’d ever witnessed in his entire life. Stiles strongly believed that this beautiful woman should never had tears in her eyes, only sparks of happiness.
Stiles felt as if he was just trampled on by a herd of the biggest elephants on the planet when she referred to him. The three lettered word took the shattered heart in his body and pounded it until it was a mere pile of dry dust, making him feel worse than he ever had.
“M-Me?” He stuttered, not being able to think properly. “How?”
“You always canceled on dates, you never texted me or called me back enough, you always put your secret life first that you’d never let me in on, and you constantly felt this need to lie to me for no real reason.” She listed, trying her best to wipe away her tears but there was no point due to the immense amount running down her cheeks. “I guess I just wasn’t good enough for you.”
“Don’t you dare say that.” Stiles shook his head, taking one of his hands off her waist to place it on her flushed cheek. “You were- you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Then, why didn’t it ever seem like it?”
“Because things are more complicated than you can imagine.” He defended, but she simply scoffed at his ridiculously vague response. “Look, I need you to believe that whenever I lie to you, I do have my reasons.”
“It’s too bad that I don’t believe you.” She pulled his hand off her cheek and began to slowly detach herself from his hold.
“No, don’t leave!” Stiles panicked, not wanting her to leave his presence just yet. Or ever, really. “I-I still love you and I know that I can make it up to you somehow-”
“Stiles-” She cried, not wanting to hear him speak because she knew that if he did she would be putty in his hands soon enough.
“Wait, just let me finish.” He interrupted her just like she had interrupted him, his voice already desperate. “I know I messed up and I know I can never take it back. But, I can change from now on and, I promise, I will change. You have my heart and I am nothing without you so please– please –don’t do this. Just come back to me and I swear I’ll do everything right this time. I’ll always pick up your calls on the first ring, I’ll buy you flowers every damn day, I’ll take you to every party this town can offer because I know how much you love to dance, I won’t cancel on dates anymore because you will always be my priority, and I promise I’ll give you all of my hours when I have the chance.”
He confessed the beautiful words with such emotion and love in his frantic voice that it made her heart stop and melt in her ribcage. Even though she’s been trying to move on and find a way to forget him, there’s no doubt that Stiles Stilinski still had the key to her locked heart. She wanted to be with him more than anything, but she also wanted to respect herself. Men always say they’re gonna change, but they never really do and she knew that. Even though she wasn’t used to it, the girl had to put herself and her own feelings first this time.
“Will you tell me what you’ve been hiding from me?” She asked, hoping desperately that he would say yes.
Stiles’ face fell to the floor in defeat because he knew that that wasn’t possible. Everyone that gets involved in his dangerous world either always gets hurt or… worse. And Stiles would never forgive himself if something happened to the woman he loved. He would rather lay down his own life than ever let her be vulnerable to the risks and threats that come with the supernatural.
“Then, I can’t go back to you Stiles.” She responded, her heart breaking even more. “I deserve better than this.”
“I know you do.” Stiles’ voice was weak with the tears threatening to escape his eyes.
“But, I still want you in my life. I still want to be friends.” The girl requested and Stiles scoffed at the common sentence every former couple says but never actually commits to. He felt her soft hand rest on his chin and lift his face that had fallen to look up back at her. “Stiles, I’m serious. I can’t lose you.”
“I can’t lose you either.” He confessed, feeling small.
“Promise me you’ll be in my life.” She requested. “Even if we don’t have the emotional stability to see each other all the time, just promise me you’ll at least be there for the big moments.”
Stiles looked into her breath-taking eyes and he felt himself getting lost in them. She was everything to him and he would never want to lose her friendship, even if that meant having a painful one. Butterflies made their way into her stomach when the edges of Stiles’ lips curled into a beautiful smile.
Lydia Martin rushed down the halls of the beautiful hotel with the life-saving tool in her perfectly manicured hands, the sound of her heels clicking on the floor as she ran. Quickly opening the door to the dressing room she so desperately needed to approach, the redhead strode inside along with Malia hot on her trail. Their eyes landed on the girl that used to date Stiles who has now become one of their best friends and smiled the second they saw her smile at how breathless they both were.
“I got it!” Lydia celebrated, walking over to the girl and handing her the mascara that was in her hands.
“And I got this.” Malia smirked, gesturing towards the alcoholic beverage in her grasp.
“Congratulations to both of you.” (Y/N) laughed, taking the mascara Lydia was giving her and opening it to apply it on her eyelashes.
“Do you need help?” Lydia asked, closing the door to the dressing room.
“I’m okay.” She smiled, but immediately groaned when she smudged mascara on her eye lid. She turned away from the mirror she was using to face Lydia, who already had a grin on her face. “Please save me.”
“Alright, Alright.” The redhead chuckled, walking closer and taking the mascara from her. “Lydia Martin to the rescue.”
She began to put on the mascara on her eyelashes as she internally appreciated the rest of the makeup on (Y/N)’s flawless face. She had a simple smokey eye that really made her eye color pop along with the perfect amount of blush spread across her fair cheeks. She hadn’t put lipstick on yet considering it’s the last thing you should do when applying makeup, but Lydia already knew the right shade that would tie up her entire look.
“There you go.” The redhead smiled when she finished the job and closed the mascara, putting it on the dresser her friend was using. “All set.”
“Thanks, Lyds.” She smiled, her entire face glowing with happiness. “You’re a life saver.”
“I know.” Lydia smirked, pushing her strawberry blonde hair behind her shoulders for sass.
“You know who else is a life saver?” Malia spoke up, walking over to sit on the small couch. “Scott.”
“And why is that?” Lydia questioned.
“Because I just overheard someone was trying to sneak in and he took care of it.” Malia shrugged, taking a sip of her drink.
“Who was trying to sneak in?” (Y/N) asked, curious that someone would try to ruin her special day.
“I don’t know.” Malia shrugged. “But, the dude was absolutely hysterical from what I heard.”
Even though the girls didn’t want to believe her, Malia actually had a point. The person that wanted so desperately to enter the hotel indeed was hysterical. But, the thing was, he wasn’t just any person. He was Stiles Stilinski and he would stop at nothing to get inside to the girl he still loved after being away from her for an entire year.
“Bro, you know this isn’t a good idea!” Scott exclaimed at his best friend frantically trying to get out of the Alpha’s grasp. “Go home.”
“Scott, I can’t just go home!” Stiles whisper-shouted, careful not to let any of the guests know about the scene he was causing. He didn’t want to make things any worse than what he already had planned. “I have to see her.”
“And do what exactly?” Scott questioned, his eyes narrowing at the human.
“Stop her from marrying the wrong guy!” Stiles yelled and the werewolf let go of his best friend from how shocked he was, his jaw dropping and eyes widening at the process.
“You can’t do that.” He shook his head. “Stiles, don’t do that.”
“I have to, Scott.” The human answered, fixing his vest and letting out a sigh. “She’s the love of my life and I can’t let her walk down that aisle if I’m not the one at the end of it.”
“Stiles, this is the most idiotic plan you’ve ever had and that’s saying a lot considering all of the really bad ideas you’ve had before.”
“I don’t care.” Stiles huffed. “I have to talk to her.”
“Okay, fine.” Scott stated, his voice challenging. “I’ll let you in if you give me your invitation.”
Stiles’ eyes dropped to the floor in defeat and he shifted on his feet as Scott watched his best friend with a pained heart. He hates that he has to do this, but he’ll hate himself even more if he lets him go and Stiles gets hurt even more. The girl he loves is getting married today and she’s not just gonna drop everything for him. Life isn’t a movie, it’s real and usually comes with disappointing endings.
“Because you don’t have one.” Scott said and Stiles just nodded. “Don’t you think that’s enough of a sign to let you know that this isn’t something you should do?”
“What would you do if it was Allison marrying someone else?” Stiles asked, picking his head back up to look at Scott.
“I’d let her.”
“No, you wouldn’t.” Stiles disagreed, knowing his best friend would fight for the love of his life until his very last breath. “And I’m not letting (Y/N) go either.”
“Stiles, you’re just gonna get hurt.”
“So, be it.”
Before Scott could even expect it, Stiles rushed past him and immediately ran down the halls towards the room he just witnessed Lydia and Malia entering. His detective skills made him deduct that that’s where the bride was and he approached it without even thinking, Scott running right after him.
The same door flew open from two running young adults for the second time today, but this time (Y/N) didn’t smile and lightly laugh when it was revealed who had barged into her dressing room. Instead, her smile she had on with the girls had faded.
Awkward tension instantly invaded the small space when hers and Stiles’ eyes landed on each other, her heart already stopping and her breath hitching in her now dry throat. Stiles was also shocked, not knowing what to expect when he finally saw her again after all that time. Neither one of them said anything, they just kept their wide eyes locked together and didn’t even try to hide the fact that they were both breathing heavily.
“I’m so sorry!” Scott shouted, breaking the awful silence. “I-I tried to stop him, I swear! But, he wouldn’t work with me and-”
“Scott, it’s okay.” The bride intervened his panic with a weak and strained voice.
“I-It is?” Scott stuttered in surprise and she nodded, everyone else in the room just as shocked as the werewolf.
“So, you’re the crazy dude trying to break in?” Malia spoke up and Stiles just nodded as well, not willing to take his stare off of the girl he wanted to be with. “Makes sense.”
Stiles’ eyes trailed across (Y/N), taking in her sight after missing it so much. She was so beautiful he had almost forgot. Sure, she was only in a purple satin robe and her hair was down in its natural state, but the young woman looked breath-taking to him anyway. And Stiles himself looked amazing to her. He was wearing a white button up shirt with a silver vest on top of it and a silver bowtie to tie everything together, not to mention the black tuxedo pants, and (Y/N) was certain she would faint at his never ending beauty.
“Guys, can you give me and Stiles a minute?” She asked and everyone’s eyebrows raised.
“Are you sure?” Lydia asked.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Okay.” Lydia nodded, grabbing Malia’s hand as they walked towards the door. “We’ll be at the temple.”
The redhead got a hold of Scott last before she pulled the three outside and the werewolf shut the door behind them, leaving the two exes alone in the same room together. And to say they were both extremely nervous wouldn’t be enough to describe how intense everything felt.
“I wonder if my invite got lost in the mail.” Stiles cleared his throat, speaking up first. “Because I’m pretty sure I was supposed to receive one.”
“I-I didn’t think you’d want to come.” The bride responded nervously.
“Yeah, but I made you a promise, remember?” Stiles answered, taking a step towards her. “I’ll never miss the big moments.”
Her heart fluttered and she immediately stood up, approaching him as well. Their bodies closer and already craving the other at how much they missed each other.
“Well, I’m glad you’re here.” She confessed and Stiles smiled.
“Did you bring a date?” She asked and Stiles scoffed at her question.
“I could never.” He shrugged like it was the most obvious thing ever.
“Why not?” (Y/N) tilted her head to the side, confused as to why someone so handsome like him wouldn’t have a girl attached to his arms.
“Because I’m in love with someone else.”
She didn’t even have to ask who it was, just by the way he was gawking at her like she was the only girl in the world made her already know. She hadn’t cried since that night she saw Stiles at her birthday party, but that strike was about to be ruined with how the familiar burning sensation poked in her eyes.
“Stiles, y-you should really go.” She stuttered, worried that if he stayed something would happen between them.
She loves her fiancee more than anything in the world, but there’s always going to be something there with Stiles. He was her first boyfriend, her first time, her first love, her first everything. That kind of person doesn’t just go away in your life, they’ll always be there lingering in the back of your mind and there’s nothing you can do to change that.
“Not without doing this first.” He shook his head, taking one more step towards her until he finally reached her.
Stiles’ hands gently grabbed her cheeks and, without even thinking twice, he crashed his soft lips against her plump ones. The bride couldn’t even find it in herself to stop him, her mind and body already falling into a trance. She understood that letting him kiss her was wrong especially since she was about to get married to another man in a few, but all she could think about was his familiar mouth moving against hers.
The kiss wasn’t just any simple kiss though, it was full of love and saudade. A word in portuguese that means a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent someone that one loves. Saudade was once described as “the love that remains” after someone is gone and is the recollection of feelings or experiences that once brought excitement, pleasure, well-being, happiness. Which now triggers the senses and makes one feel alive again.
Once they both needed to breathe, Stiles pulled away but kept his hands on her face. He smiled at how swollen her lips now were and she felt thankful for not having put any lipstick on before he arrived.
“I love you.” Stiles stated, caressing her skin with his thumb and smiled.
She didn’t say it back or really had the time to if she wanted to say it in the first place because the next thing she knew Stiles’ lips are back on hers and he’s pushing her towards her dresser, the back of her knees hitting the edge. Stiles’ hands moved from her cheeks to swipe away all of the makeup on the dresser, throwing them on the floor, and lift her up on the surface. When his lips went from hers to place tempting kisses on her neck as he slowly untied her robe, (Y/N) immediately snapped back into reality.
“Stop!” She exclaimed, instantly pushing him off of her and breathing in the air her lungs were begging for.
“Did I do something wrong?” Stiles panted, his voice worried.
“Yes! I’m about to get married, Stiles! You can’t just kiss me or try anything else!”
“I-I’m sorry.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously. “I couldn’t help myself.”
“Leave, Stiles.” She ordered, pointing to the door. “You can’t be here.”
“No, no, no. I don’t want to go and I know you don’t want that either.” Stiles shook his head frantically, approaching her again. “Remember when you asked me to always be in your life?”
“Yeah, but not like this!” She flailed her arms to express her frustration. “I want us to be friends not destroy each other with our lingering feelings.”
“I’m sorry, I really am. But, my feelings are always gonna be there.” Stiles placed his hands on the surface around her thighs, but didn’t dare touch her out of respect. “Especially since how we ended things so abruptly! I never got the proper closure.”
“And neither did I.” She retorted. “But we have to move on, Stiles. We’re just two disasters that are detrimental to each other. We aren’t meant to be.”
“I can’t be apart from you.”
“I can’t be with you.”
Silence filled the room as they both thought, neither one of them ready to except the other’s terms. Stiles can’t imagine a life not alongside (Y/N) and she can’t imagine a life constantly being lied to with him.
“Does he make you happy?” Stiles asked suddenly and she certainly didn’t expect it.
“Yes, he does.”
Stiles couldn’t handle the truth she just confessed to him because in that moment it finally hit him will full force. He would never get the girl he was in love with back ever again. She had slipped from his hands and there really was nothing he could do to have her return. The gorgeous bride before him was the one that got away.
“So, is this it?” He asked, not caring that there were actually tears escaping from his eyes. “Is this the end of our love story?”
She didn’t dare say anything because she knew if she did she would burst into tears and sobs. Instead, the bride just nodded.
“C-Can I say goodbye?” Stiles asked, never feeling more vulnerable in his entire life.
“Yeah.” She shrugged, thinking he was just going to hug her and leave but was completely surprised when he kissed her again.
Stiles held tightly on her waist and kissed her with so much force, she almost fell back on the mirror. (Y/N) knew that this would be their last kiss ever and therefore didn’t feel the need to stop him. She allowed Stiles to kiss her with everything he had in him and she kissed him back just as passionately. Both of them forgot the whole world around them as they let themselves fall into this moment of pure weakness.
“I’ll go now.” Stiles breathed, pulling away and placing one last kiss on her forehead as he let go of her to leave the room.
The blushing bride thought long and hard before she decided that that wasn’t enough to say goodbye. She was well aware she was about to get married, but she also knew that this was the last time she’d ever have the opportunity to be with Stiles again. After today, they would be officially over and, for that reason, she immediately grabbed his hand and stopped him in his tracks. Stiles instantly turned around with wide eyes when she pulled him back to her.
“Wait,” She stated, spreading her legs for Stiles to settle in between them and placing her hands on the back of his neck. “Not yet.”
Before he could even ask what the yet meant in her sentence, her mouth returned on his and this time she was the one that kissed him hard. Out of pure instinct, his hands rested on her waist and she tugged his hair which earned her a small moan from Stiles. She took advantage of this and slid her tongue inside, Stiles moaning again in surprise.
“What are you doing?” Stiles panted, breaking their kiss the second she began undoing his bowtie and threw it on the floor.
“Saying goodbye the right way.”
He finally understood what she was getting at when she pushed his vest off his shoulders and began unbuttoning his white shirt. Stiles didn’t waste any time either, considering she was literally on a tight schedule, and untied the straps of her robe. The satin fabric fell on her dresser and Stiles let out a shameless moan when he realized she was completely naked.
“I didn’t want any panty lines.” She shrugged, taking off his shirt. “And the dress has a built-in bra anyway.”
“Oh, I am in no way complaining.” Stiles smirked, letting go of her to quickly unbuckle his belt and open his pants. They instantly fell on the floor and he pulled off his boxers as well, stepping out of both pieces of clothing.
The two gawked at each other, enjoying the sight of one another’s naked bodies after spending so much time away. Stiles licked his lips at her perky nipples, waiting to be nibbled on, and she couldn’t take her eyes off of his increasing erection. He wasn’t at his full potential just yet, but the young woman still believed he looked incredibly sexy.
Stiles’ lips attacked her neck and sucked hard on her pulse point, his hands wrapping around her back as he pushed her bare body into his.
“Don’t leave any marks.” She requested and the words without a doubt wounded him because he knew she didn’t want any evidence of their time together. Even though it hurt like a bitch, Stiles pushed the pain down and focused on making her moan.
Which he definitely succeeded in because in a matter of seconds, the bride was a whimpering mess under him and the sounds jolted through him straight to his dick. What turned her on even more than what he already was doing to her was the delicious feeling of his erection rubbing against the inside of her thigh.
“Stiles, we don’t have much time.” She moaned, her hips bucking against him and begging for the friction to calm down the throbbing ache in her core.
“Are you wet enough?” He asked before bringing his hand down her body to slide his finger through her surprisingly soaking folds. “Oh, you definitely are.”
Stiles’ middle finger landed on her swollen clitoris and her eyes immediately shut when he rubbed slow circles against her wet nub. The increasing feeling of desire rushed through both of their bodies and he couldn’t help himself when he attached his mouth on one of her inviting breasts, sucking hard as his tongue flicked her nipple. The bride could already feel pleasure build inside of her and she knew that she would lose her mind if he wasn’t in her soon enough.
“Stiles,” She panted, the young man’s cock twitching at the sound of her begging his name. “Please.”
“Okay, okay.” Stiles nodded, biting down on her nipple and letting go of her now wet breast with a pop. “I don’t suppose you have a condom on you, do you?”
“No.” She laughed. “But, we don’t need one.”
“We don’t?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing.
“I’m on the pill.” She stated and the pain inside of him resurfaced when he realized just why she was taking such precautions.
Stiles didn’t want to think about the fact that she was having sex with someone else and that, after tonight, he’ll be able to touch her, kiss her, hold her, make love to her as much as he damn pleases. The woman that has his ruined heart in her hands was going to be a wife and what hurt most was she wasn’t going to be his wife. The young man decided to ignore his feelings and just enjoy this one last moment with her as fully as he could.
Stiles removed his hand from her core and used it to pump himself a few times as she spread her legs more for him. When he felt like he was ready enough, Stiles aligned himself with her entrance and slowly pushed in. (Y/N) immediately moaned at the feeling of his thick staff stretching her tight walls and Stiles was a mess of so many different emotions.
Of course he was extremely turned on and loved that his cock was now buried deep inside of her, but he was also sad and actually felt like crying. Saying goodbye to the hope he had of being with her again was the hardest thing he’d ever have to do and Stiles, honestly, didn’t know if he could bear it. Sure, the girl he was currently making love to wasn’t the only one in the universe. But, to Stiles it seemed like she was.
He thrusted inside of her slowly and let his head fall on her shoulder at the incredible sensation of his member sliding in and out of her tight walls. Pleasure grew quickly in the two, both of them enjoying the feeling of being one again. The throbbing inside of her stopped, but appeared in Stiles instead. His cock unable to hide how much he adored her warm and slick core around him.
After making sure she was ready for it, Stiles increased his pace and was pounding inside of her in no time. All of the built up sexual frustration and tension between them really helped to make the knots in their stomachs tighten immediately. Stiles hitched her feet up on the dresser and (Y/N) couldn’t find the self control in her to keep her screams down. Stiles was fucking her in an entirely different angle, repeatedly hitting a sensitive spot she didn’t even know she had, and she didn’t care if people could hear how loud she was.
Stiles didn’t care either, in fact he secretly wanted people to hear. He wanted everyone to know that he was the one giving her immense pleasure and that no one in the world could make love to her like he could. She was screaming underneath him and her core would occasionally clench around Stiles, making him scream out as well. The continuous fast pace and hard thrusting didn’t take long to make the two near their much anticipated orgasms.
Not only did the dirty sounds of their moans and screams echo in the dressing room, but so did the sound of the dresser roughly banging against the wall along with their connected and wet groins slapping together. The sounds were music to Stiles’ ears and he never wanted to ever stop being with her. But, he knew that that wish would soon meet its end from how obviously close she was to falling over the edge. Without really wanting to, Stiles brought his hand down to her clitoris and rubbed intensely to guide her to her release.
The knot inside of her instantly exploded and spread an inexplicable amount of pleasure all throughout her body. It was so intense that she couldn’t control her own shaking and her core clenching down on him. Which, in response, Stiles immediately came as well. (Y/N) moaned at the feeling of his heated liquid shooting up inside of her and Stiles didn’t stop thrusting any time soon. He wanted to soak in this last memory they would create together as much as he could and he wanted it to last.
It was when she put her hands on his hips to stop his friction from how sensitive she’d become that Stiles halted his movements. Her ex-boyfriend then proceeded to place sweet kisses on her neck and cheeks before reluctantly pulling out. Stiles enjoyed the sight of her completely breathless because of him and his wet dick glistening with her juices one last time.
(Y/N) used her robe to clean herself up as Stiles put his clothes back on. His pants were the first ones on, followed by his white shirt and vest. The bride jumped off the desk and Stiles instinctively ran to her aid when her knees wobbled and she almost fell.
“You okay?” He asked and she nodded with a smile, giggling at the situation.
“I couldn’t be better.”
“Well, you are getting married today after all.” Stiles smiled.
“Which reminds me!” She pulled away from his grasp and rushed over to a rack that held her absolutely gorgeous wedding dress. “Can you help me put this on? I’ll help you tie your bowtie.”
“Of course.” Stiles chuckled, putting his undone bowtie around his neck as he approached her.
Stiles carefully and kindfully helped her put her wedding dress on and he almost fainted at how beautiful she looked. His eyes watered at the breath-taking sight and he envied her groom because he was the luckiest man in the entire world.
“How do I look?” She asked, spinning around in her dress happily.
“Words cannot describe how amazing you look.” Stiles answered truthfully and the bride blushed in response. “He’s a lucky man, you know.”
“I do know.”
“(Y/N), I hope he’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of.” Stiles confessed, gazing straight into her doe eyes. “I hope he always pick up your calls on the first ring, I hope he buys you flowers every damn day, I hope he takes you to every party this town can offer because I know how much you love to dance, I hope he never cancels on dates because you will always be his priority, I hope he gives you allof his hours when he has the chance, and I hope he does and is everything I should’ve when I was your man.”
“Me, too.” She responded, unable to hold back the few tears that rolled down her heated cheeks.
The bride fixed Stiles’ bowtie with a never ending smile on her face and when they were both finally ready, the two former lovers walked out of the dressing room and headed towards the temple. Stiles entered the room first and sat right beside Scott, who definitely had a confused look on his face especially since his best friend smelled mostly of sex. But, also of another prominent emotion that made the werewolf’s heart burn as he watched Stiles gaze at the girl he loved so dearly when she happily walked down the aisle: sadness.
“Are you okay?” Scott asked his brother.
The word saudade is not only the definition of an inexplicable longing for someone you lost, but it can also carry a repressed knowledge that the person of longing might never return.
“Yeah, Scott. I really am.”
Stiles Stilinski knew that he would never get her back in his arms. But, he also knew that as long as she was completely happy-
Requested by Anon:
I don’t know if you’re taking song requests, and it’s totally okay if you
don’t. But if you do could you do an imagine based on “when i was your
man” by bruno mars, where theo is the reader ex-boyfriend and now she’s in
a new relationship with brett? basically the concept of the song.
Theo stopped in
his tracks the second an old familiar sound reached his ears with his werewolf
hearing. It was a sweet and playful giggle. It was Y/N. He’d recognize that
giggle anywhere as he heard it a thousand times before. He turned the corner
and saw her with someone else. She had her arms around his neck as the guy’s
hands rested firmly on her waist. He was playfully kissing and biting her neck,
hence her giggling. She looked genuinely happy and that brought a huge wave of
pain and guilt over Theo.
“I got you
something,” Theo overheard as the guy pulled away from her.
didn’t have to get me anything,” she smiled widely at the boy in front of
“But I saw it
and I knew you had to have it.” He pulled out a small bag and gave it to
her. Theo watched her slowly untie the ribbon and open the bag. She carefully
grabbed what was inside. The second her eyes landed on the necklace with a
werewolf charm, she gasped. “Do you like it?” He asked her.
she said completely surprised by his thoughtful gift. “I love it.”
He brushed her
hair to the side and grabbed the necklace. “I know we’ve only been
together for three months, and I hope this doesn’t scare you,” Theo’s
heart stopped beating as he realized this guy was about to tell her he loves
my anchor,” Brett continued. Theo relaxed a bit, but it didn’t ease the heartache
he had in his chest. Telling a girl you’re his anchor is just another way of
saying I love you. It was just a matter of time before Brett would actually say
it to Y/N.
clasped the necklace on, Y/N looked down and smiled at the silver werewolf resting
on her chest. She looked up at Brett with a genuine smile. “Thank
you,” she leaned in and kissed his cheek.
Theo sighed in defeat. He knew he messed up.
His relationship with Y/N was long gone. There was no way to fix it, but he
knew he had to apologize. He wasn’t ready to let her go and move on, but she
already had. He wasn’t one to stop her from being happy when she deserved
everything the world had to offer. The only problem was he had to let her go
otherwise he’d be miserable for the rest of his life.
Hi lovelies! The name probably says it all, this is a compilation of our scenarios that were inspired or written about certain song. Enjoy!
Just One Day: You’re classmates silently crushing on each other and simultaneously wishing to have the chance of spending at least one day together. Song: Just One Day by BTS. Genre: Fluff.
Stay: You meet Yoongi at the music shop where you work, since then he goes continuously to be able to see you, you want to be with him but just when your relationship gets serious you might have to go. Song: Stay by Rihanna. Genre: Romance / Drama.
Into You: Yoongi is your cunning bodyguard, you are a famous actress with a lot of appearances to keep, when he proposes a risky escapade you can’t refuse him. Song: Into You by Ariana Grande. Genre: Romance. Bodyguard AU.
It Will Rain: Your family don’t approve on your relationship with Yoongi a famous rapper, when you go visit them he can’t stop himself from thinking someday you might not not come back. Song: It Will Rain by Bruno Mars. Genre: Romance / Drama.
Two Faced Lovers: Yoongi and you hit it off right away after meeting, after getting pregnant he leaves and you abort, depressed and hopeless you start sleeping around to fill the void. Song: Two Faced Lovers by Hatsune Miku Genre: Angst / Drama.
I Can’t Let You Go (Spoiler): Your relationship with Yoongi reaches a dead point, and then he gets in an scandal with a girl. Song: Spoiler by Epik High Genre: Romance / Drama.
I Was Made For Loving You: In the midst of a war you got separated from your sister trying to desperately escape from the bombings that started to hit your town. Finding yourself with no place to hide you run into a laconic soldier that gets you through the night. Song: I Was Made For Loving You by Tori Kelly and Ed Sheeran. Genre: Angst / Fluff. Soldier/War AU.
Spring Day: Hoseok and you are best friends that are secretly in love with each other but when you get the opportunity to study art abroad it’s time for you two to say good bye. Song: Spring Day by BTS. Genre: Angst /Fluff.
Love Me Harder: You met unexpectedly but managed to settle into each other’s lives with ease, getting caught in a romance that became special the more time you spent together and you have to decide whether you want to put your all for it or not.
Song:Love Me Harder by The Weeknd. Genre: Romance / Drama.
Moonchild: Namjoon is nothing like his cool self around you because you’re too pretty and make him feel weird and dazed, he wants to be your everything and has to fight his shyness for that, with a little bit of help and playfulness from you at the end. Song: Blanket Kick by BTS.
My Miss Right: Namjoon decides to take that important step in life, he purposes to you. Song: Miss Right by BTS. Genre: Romance.
Starlight: Taehyung and you are really good friends, you think you can be more than that but he suddenly disappears to then comeback to help you achieve a summer bucket list and in the process you find out the reason of his absence. Song: Starlight by Taeyeon and Dean. Genre: Angst / Fluff.
Roman Holiday: You comeback to your home town and encounter your first love, Taehyung, with him you revive moments you would never forget. Song: Roman Holiday by Halsey. Genre: Angst / Fluff.
War of Hormones: Taehyung has the biggest crush on you, every time he sees you his body and mind go crazy, more over when he starts to suspect you like Yoongi. Song: War Of Hormones by BTS. Genre: Fluff / Comedy.
What I Was Your Man: Taehyung think of you constantly, how he loves you still, how you were the one for him, but he couldn’t see that on time and now you are with someone else. Song: When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars. Genre: Angst / Drama.
Lost Stars: Jungkook and you had a secret affair in school that ended up badly, a few years later you see each other again. Song: Lost Stars by Adam Levine Genre: Angst / Romance.
Secret Love Song: Jungkook and you have a secret affair Song: Secret Love Song by Genre: Romance / Drama.
We Don’t Talk Anymore: Jungkook and you ended things but still miss and think about each other, but with none of you giving in entirely you drift apart. Song: We Don’t Talk Anymore by Charlie Puth Genre: Angst / Drama.