dylan stop it

Dylan stops smoking because of you

     You walk to the smokers area with Dylan outside of the school. Most students were going to there cars Dylan wanted a quick smoke before leaving. He wanted you to come too because he wanted to chat. You said yes even though you have pretty bad asthma. He didn’t know but you didn’t want to tell him now because you already agreed to go with him. 

     He lights his cigarette and lets it hang out of his mouth as he puts his lighter back in his pocket. “So how’d you do on that history test we studied for yesterday?”, he asked, taking the cigarette out of his mouth. He blows the smoke out of his mouth and you accidentally inhale it. You cough sightly and catch your breath. “I did great. Thanks for helping me study.”, you manage to say. “Do you mind throwing this away for me? This was my last one.”, he says as he hands you an empty cigarette packet. You nod and walk over to a trash can outside.

     You prepare yourself to deal with the strangling smoke again. You walk back over to him and his smoke cloud. You try to listen as he starts telling some kind of story. You hold your breath and pretend to listen. 30 seconds go by and your lungs can’t go without air any longer. You take a deep breath right when Dylan puffs out more smoke. You instantly start coughing and hacking into your hands. You felt like two great hands wrapped around your throat, strangling you and refusing to let you breath. “Shit (Y/N) are you okay?”, he asks in a panicked tone. You cough into your hand and nod. You begin to wheeze. You can’t breath at all. You try to run to a place where there was no smoke. While a attempting to run, you end up collapsing. “HOLY SHIT (Y/N)!”, Dylan throws down his cigarette to check on his best friend.

     He lifts you up slightly as you take deep breaths of clean, fresh air. “Are you okay?”, he asks you. You nod and calm down. “I didn’t mean to get you choked like that.”, he says. “No it’s not your fault. I should have told you I have asthma.”, you say. “Shit I didn’t know. I’m sorry.”, he apologizes. “It’s alright now.”, you say. He stands and helps you to your feet. “From here on out, that will be my last cigarette forever.”, he says. “Dylan you can’t just quit something like that that easy.”, you say. “Then what did I just do?”, he raises an eyebrow. You smile and he apologizes one last time before you say your goodbyes and go your separate ways. 

You see this face? This is the face of a boy in the most beautiful state of disbelief to ever exist. Stiles stilinski has loved Lydia Martin for years–since the third grade–and has always seen her for who she really is. He listened to her when no one else heard. He paid attention to her when no one else did. He remembered everything she ever tried to hide. He knew how smart she was despite how hard she tried to hide it, and he only loved her more because of it. He never underestimated her. He never sidelined her or blew her off or thought of her as anything less than important. He complimented her. He treated her as an equal. He did anything and everything for her. He risked his life to save hers. But, above all of this, more important than any of this, he LOVED her. He loved her before anything supernatural tested the limits of their emotions. He loved her before they had to fight for their lives and the lives of others. He loved her when he was just a boy and she was just a girl. He loved Lydia Martin like no one else has, and when he knew he was going to be completely erased from existence, he wanted to let her know that. After years of confiding only in his best friend about his feelings, after years of everyone but Lydia knowing about his feelings, after years of silence, Stiles tells Lydia to remember in any way that she can that he loves her. So, when his friends have saved him, when the love of his life made everyone they know remember who he is to bring him back, he finally gets to hear from Lydia. He never–not once–acted like he needed Lydia to admit anything to him. He never pushed her or pressured her or nagged her or coerced her to love him just because he loved her. He simply loved her, but he didn’t realize how, all this time, that was what was needed most. This is the face of a sarcastic and cocky boy with a heart so big that it stores not only unconditinal love but also immense darkness finally having all the love he gave given back. This is the face of a boy who can’t believe that the love of his life–the girl he’s always loved–loves him back. This is the face of a boy who’s heart is skipping beat after beat because he can not believe that Lydia Martin has come to love him. This is Stiles Stilinski learning that he is loved. This is Stiles Stilinski in heartachingly beautiful disbelief because he loves the same girl that loves him. gif source: @obriens

anyone: *even slightly implies that hannah may have been telling the truth*