Stiles Stilinski | Superpowers
Count of words: 773
Warnings: kinda short, indeed
A/N: I don’t know I had this idea for such a long time so here!!
based on the song Superpowers (acoustic) by Saara…
AND REQUESTS HERE
Long hours, in tree houses, playing hopscotch, playing tag and picking flowers. We were best friends, oaths and vows. All those promises we made when time was ours.
She was walking through the empty forest, Stiles following close behind her. His hand was tightly clutching at her, making sure none of the two got lost; or kidnapped. It has been a hot minute since the two of them have visited their ‘special’ place. It was honestly not that special. Just a tree house, hidden by some bushes. They actually built it with stolen, wooden tiles; Stiles helped her steal them from the Hales, never acknoledging the fact that Talia was watching the two do so. She would actually admire the pair frequently. It was this beautiful state in a human’s miserable life that they ignored the dangers and the darkness of life, instead they engage in very foolish ways, trying to entertain themselves. Talia admired the connection the two had, she saw them grow a bit. She quite enjoyed it, really. It was pure bliss to see the little boy and girl run around, or try to quietly sneak on the back and steal some wooden tiles. They had created this whole tiny builting, enough to contain two teenagers, in front of it there was a little make shift hopscotch ‘board’ (a/n I don’t know how it’s called, sorry), created by stones the two children found occasionally. Frequently, they would also pick flowers and decorate them across the roof of their beautiful creation. Other times they would even find random plants and plant them. Talia would always water them; she loved the expressions of the two when they bloomed. It was very simple really, what happened between them. They were best friends; according to Talia, and quoted by Derek, they were soulmates, they just had yet to find out.
The pair finally arrived at their little home. They saw a lot of things burnt, but the wooded house was intact, and so were the plants around it. Some tears clouded Y/N’s eyes and Stiles simply hugged her close. They struggled a little bit to enter the house, but once they did everything seemed perfect. “Do you remember our oaths?” She questioned, voice soft and silent; quite relaxing really. “I got you this rose. It’s fake. But I promise, I’ll never leave you until it dies,” he responded, quoting what he told her that day. “And I promise to be there for you for twice as long,” she giggled, realizing how stupid it sounded to her now. “After you said that we begun fighting, remember?” He asked, looking at the side of her face, smiling at her own delighted, by the memory, expression. “Yeah, and then you told me you wanted to marry me.”
Never told you, that I loved you. I wanted you more than I wanted superpowers.
It was silly. That feeling, inside her stomach every time he was around her, it was silly. She couldn’t put her finger to it as to what it was, back then, but now she knew. It was love. “S-stiles?” She stuttered. He just looked at her right in the eye. “I-I love you,” she confessed, and even if these words had been said before, they had a whole different meaning now. “I always loved you. I wanted you more than I wanted superpowers,” she informed, looking down. Every little kid has this phase of wanting superpowers, right? She did, too, had that phase, but it was almost fully eclipsed in size by the fact that she had a crush on her childhood best friend, Stiles. The crush never bloomed, she was too shy; too afraid if you may, to admit it to him. But it was time he knew. It was actually a mere fact that the truth could not be hidden forever (the sun, the moon, the truth).
My love, we stand so close I tremble. It’s just like I remember. This time I will not let go. I’ll never let go.
He was now to close to her, her breath hitching, her body slighlty shivering as his warm breath hit her face. It was the same affection he had to her before, every time they hugged or every time he kissed her forehead; her skin would be filled with goosebumps. She remembered this feeling all to well, never really went away. This time she would not back away, and neither would he. His lips crushed onto hers, engaging in an electified kiss. Powerfull enough to provide energy to Beacon Hills for years. His arms pulled her closer to his body, if that was even possible, the small space finally appearing bigger than earlier.