i think i'm going to make another one because too many caps were left out


→ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader / Namjoon x Reader
→ Genre: fluff, smut, angst, humor
→ Words: 3,182
→ Rated: NC-17
→ Warnings: none in this part
→ Summary: A text message sent to the wrong number turns into a long lasting affair between two people completely opposite one another.
→ Note: So, yeah… here’s the now official part 2! I’m really sorry for the delay, but I hope you’ll like it! :)

Parts: 01 : interim : 02 : coming soon


━ 12:03pm
It must be because I’m very tired
But ur still hilarious
Night lol

With a heavy sigh, you lean back in your seat, a blush creeping up your cheeks at the realization you probably crossed a line or something with those messages you sent to him on Saturday night. You’d prayed throughout the whole day after you’d get a reply, and when that didn’t happen you’d checked your phone every twenty minutes on Monday and today every time your phone buzzed. It’s kinda lame.

Really, you have no actual reason to be this upset about it.

“Joonie asked me about you today in class”, Jeongyeon says when your professor seems to still be too busy shuffling through his papers to give a damn about what’s going on in his class.

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anonymous asked:

I know you have so many prompts right now, so no rush on this. But could I request something where Frank has a dog and because said dog has pretty much adopted Karen as his second owner, Karen often times takes care of the dog when he's away/busier than usual. And it doesn't take long for someone to start putting two and two together about who the dogs main owner is.

YES!! This turned into a monster of a fic tbh (3.5k words wtf), but I hope you enjoy anyway! ^^

week one–

It’s closer to midnight than sunset when Karen’s unlocking her door, shuffling inside and leaning back against the solid wood tiredly to kick off her heels. As soon as she’s sent the second one flying somewhere towards the back of the couch, something furry and solid knocks against her shins. She yelps as it starts licking one of her knees.

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Aftershocks Part 11

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Characters: Reader, Bucky Barnes, Stark, Vision, Cap, The whole Avengers Gang

Warnings: So much violence (seriously do not take this warning lightly), abuse, emotional distress. Essentially just buckle up 

Word Count: 3475

Summary: The mission arrives and as well as your plans have been made, everything goes awry in execution

Authors Note: I’m sorry. Let me know what you guys think, drop a message or comment. Also if you want to be tagged in the final chapters, let me know.

Tags: @crapythings @buckyismyaesthetic @endless-dawn@ckwylde,@cambodia5, @wxnchestervevo @fantasticimpaladoctor @chillnadia @stone-cold-mustache @katbird787 @helloitsgrc

Aftershocks: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 8b, Part 9, Part 10, Part 10b, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Post Credit Scene

Originally posted by jayhalstead

Originally posted by buckysplums14

You adjust the straps of your thigh holsters, securing the two guns tightly in place by your side. “Make sure you pack another round.” Bucky insists handing you a second round as the team prepares throughout the quinjet “Bucky, she’s not gonna need a second round, Vision is going to be with her.” Wanda scolds, “Y/N, you’re gonna be fine. Bucky has always been overdramatic.” You nod smiling weakly at her, as you slip the second round into your pocket. 

After a few more moments, you feel the plane descending as you arrive at the first mark where you will be set up. You disembark from the plane, Bucky, Stark, and Vision leading the way, the rest of the team remaining on board. “We’ll see you in a few hours” Steve smiles, nodding encouragingly. You smile back as you step out of the plane, following your teammates off the roof, into the old apartment building. 

You notice the chipping paint on the walls as your steps echo in the hallway, walking towards the stairwell in the center of the building. You make your way down the winding stairs, noticing the large open space in the center showing just how high up you are. 

You follow Stark down two flights of stairs, Bucky falling back slightly to take your hand in his. When you reach the 6th floor of the 8 story building, you move down a hallway, entering the 4th door on the left. Stark begins to set up your equipment as you bustle about connecting wires, Bucky and Vision keep guard at the door, scoping out the perimeter. “If there’s any problem, just contact us and move towards the roof, I can send a pickup to you immediately or Vision will remove you from the situation.” Stark reminds you as he connects the last few wires, causing your screens to illuminate. 

“Understood. It’ll be fine. I’m not concerned. It’s you guys I’m worried about,” you confess, eyes flashing to Bucky. “Don’t be, we’ve got this, by the end of today Romanoff will be safely cracking jokes back at the compound.” Stark smiles cockily, “Ok, that should do it!” He dusts off his hands, standing up with a satisfied look on his face. “Alright, all that’s left to do is secure the floor, Vision, I need your help sealing the front door” “As you wish Mr. Stark.” Vision complies, the two moving from the room leaving you and Bucky alone. 

Bucky wastes no time in moving quickly towards you, wrapping you up in his arms and pressing his lips against yours. His hand presses to your cheek as he looks down at you, “Buck, it’s gonna be ok. We have a plan. Everything’s going to be fine.” He nods slowly, not really trusting your words. “You just gotta promise me one thing? Don’t get shot ok?” You look up at him, joking lightly, drawing back to the first promise you forced from him. 

He laughs softly, pulling your head against his chest as his arms wrap tighter around you. “I will, if you will.” He repeats back to you. “Agreed” you smile, rising up to kiss him again, his lips responding passionately to the contact. “Y/N, I… I have to tell you something… I lov…” “Ready to go Barnes?” Tony’s voice calls from the hallway as he rounds the corner, you and Bucky spring apart just before he enters the room. 

“Yeah,” Bucky nods, looking at you sadly. “We’ll see you soon Y/L/N.” Stark nods to you, giving you a swift hug before departing. “Yeah, see you soon” Bucky whispers, pulling you close to him once more as he presses his lips to your forehead, and then he was gone, and you were left alone with Vision. You stare at the door, feeling the anxiety rise in you now that you have lost the comfort that Bucky brings you. 

“Miss, I believe that you should start on your assignment.” Vision interrupts your thoughts pulling you back to the situation at hand. “Oh right!” you start, moving quickly to sit in front of your screens, with a swift crack of your fingers, you get to work.


“Y/N, how are those codes coming?” Stark hisses through the com. “I’m going as fast as possible Stark, these are extremely complicated, I’ve never seen a defensive system like this.” “Seems like Hydra is upping their game across the board, we’ve never dealt with counter attacks like these.” Steve yells over the com, exertion heavy in his voice. 

“I swear to god they must have a cloning machine, because there seems to be more and more assholes each time.” Sam swears through the line as you hear his hit make contact with an attacker. “I mean seriously, where are they getting these guys from?” “Wanda, watch your back, they keep coming out of the stairwell behind you.” Clint interjects. 

“Thanks old man, I haven’t noticed.” Wanda snarls as you hear a sharp hit connect on her body. “There’s too many. I can’t hold my ground” she cries out. “Wanda?” you whimper through the com, “I’m coming to you Maximoff, just hold em off a little longer” You hear Bucky’s gruff voice ring through the coms and relief washes over you. 

“Cap we are getting swarmed out here. We’re stretched too thin.” Starks voice grumbles in your ear, his grunts of contact punctuating his point. “I know…” Cap stalls, thinking… “Vision?” “No.” You hear Bucky’s voice cut across the com. Stark responds quickly, “Bite it star power, it’s the only way. We are outnumbered. Vision?” “Yes, Mr. Stark?” “Steve. You promised. You gave me your word.” Bucky reminds Steve through the com, you hear a sharp exhale from him as he takes a hit, causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand up. 

“Bucky, calm down. I’m almost done. Vision, go to the team, they need you more. Stark I’m gonna finish up here and move towards the roof. Can you send the quinjet for pickup?” “Rodger that!” Stark confirms, “Sending it over now. Red rover, red rover send Vision on over.” “Miss Y/L/N, are you sure?” Vision looks at you for confirmation. “Positive!” you nod, slamming your finger into the enter button, effectively disabling their shields with your final code, “All clear for you Merry Men! Shields down, Vision coming at you. Go get our girl.” 

“Well done, Y/N!” Steve praises, “Now finish up and get out of there” “Understood” you confirm, clicking through the last few obstacles. “I have eyes on Widow, all units converge on the south west corner, they have her held with multiple agents.” Stark informs the team. “I’m done. Packing up and moving now” You notify through the com as you press in the last code, effectively cutting the power to the facility your team was infiltrating. 

Suddenly a body bursts through the window, spraying glass everywhere, you dive away from the shards. Rolling quickly to a crouch position as you whip a gun from your right holster, firing a shot straight into the infiltrators chest. “Shit,” you breathe as another body comes flying through the window forcing you to fire again. 

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Bucky’s strained voice rings in your ear. “Were those gun shots Y/L/N?” Stark hisses through the com. “Umm yeah… seems I’ve been made. They’ve found me.” You could hear Bucky swear over the com as you move quickly towards the door, gun trained upwards as you enter the empty hallway. 

You move silently towards the stairwell, firearm at the ready for any other threats. “Y/N make your way to the roof and get in the quinjet, we are almost done here and will be meeting up with you shortly.” Stark’s voice instructs in your ear; you reach the stairwell only to find your way blocked by multiple hydra agents infiltrating from the roof. 

You turn quickly and begin to scamper down the stairs, every so often firing a shot over your shoulder at your pursuers. “Not really an option Stark. What are my exit strategies for the ground floor?” you curse as you notice more agents entering onto the ground floor beneath the stairwell. “Y/N, I’m coming to you.” Bucky yells into the com, you can hear the weight of his breathing as he begins running. 

“Barnes.” Stark warns. “No, Stark. I’m going, get Natasha and get to us. Y/N, use the access stairwell to get out the back way.” Bucky huffs as he cuts through the streets sprinting the 5 miles back to your safe house. You turn quickly away from the main stairwell, sprinting down the hallway on the second floor towards the Exit sign glowing in front of you. 

Suddenly you feel an intense and piercing pain rip through your left shoulder, throwing you forward to the ground, you can’t help but scream at the intensity of the pain. You try to push yourself up off the ground, hearing the fast footsteps behind you, but the mobility of your left arm is severely compromised as blood seeps quickly into your clothing from the new gunshot wound. 

You spin yourself around on your back, using the gun in your right hand on the pursuers walking towards you. You fire once, taking down the man right in front of you, twice, the one behind him crumples to the ground revealing Ward walking swiftly towards you, smiling. Your finger presses to the trigger a third time only to be met with the hollow click of an empty chamber. 

You try to move quickly, discarding your empty weapon and reaching for the one in your left holster, as you scooch hurriedly away from Ward’s advancing figure. You get the gun free just in time to aim it forward at Ward only to have his foot connect flatly with your sternum, forcing you back to the ground as his boot presses your right hand firmly to the floor, stomping the gun from your grip. 

You whimper at the pain as he settles his weight on top of you. Holding you to the ground beneath him, licking his lips at the sight of the blood rapidly staining your clothing. “Y/N,” he breathes, a sickening sweetness to his voice, “I’ve missed you sweetheart. It’s been so long since I’ve gotten to see that pretty face.” His hand caresses your cheek as you struggle beneath him, trying to remove his weight from your abdomen, to no avail. 

“So long since I touched the sweet softness of your skin.” His hand slides down your torso, reaching up under your shirt, to drag across your stomach and move up towards your breast. You scream, bucking your hips up with more force, throwing his balance forward enough on your abdomen that you can kick your legs up and wrap one around his chest. In the new found hold you are able to press him off of you and down to the floor on his back. 

You quickly dislodge your legs and administer a sharp kick to his jaw. You swiftly scamper to your feet, sweeping up your gun as you continue your run down the hallway. You make it maybe five feet before you feel your neck snap back as Ward grabs you by the hair, his fingers wrapping round your hand, removing the gun from your grip. 

Breaking his hold, you immediately respond, turning around to connect a sharp punch to his ribs, forcing him to release your hair, sending the poorly gripped gun he had just removed from you skittering to the floor. He kicks upwards towards your chest again but you block it with your forearms, responding with a well-aimed kick of your own that sends him sprawling back on the floor. 

I’m stronger now. You do not own me. You will never control me again. You retrieve your gun from where it has fallen and point it at him, holding it steady as he looks up at you. “You’ve gotten a lot better sweetheart, I’m impressed. I suppose that’s just what happens when you start fucking a deadly assassin.” Your grip on the gun falters slightly, your mouth falling open in surprise, he smirks at you, reveling in your shock; you hastily correct your grip and steel your expression against him. 

“What? You didn’t think I knew. I know everything you do Y/N. You’re never going to get away from me. I own you.” “No you don’t!” You yell, hands shaking slightly as you point your gun at him, “What did I tell you sweetheart? What did I promise you? I swore that I would make you suffer until I kill you myself. And now you’ve dragged the Winter Soldier along with. You’re just the gift that keeps on giving.” “And you really need to learn to shut the fuck up.” You spit, your finger clicking down on the trigger; once again you are met by a hollow click.

“Whoops…” Ward laughs as you stare at the gun, “Did someone lose their clip?” He smirks shaking your ammo in front of you. You hurriedly swap the gun into your weakened left hand as your right dives into your pocket for your second round, but Ward is too fast for you. His foot swipes quickly underneath you knocking you down onto your back as he rises to his feet. 

You roll to your side, attempting to rise back up, only to be met by a swift kick to your stomach, which sends you sprawling back to the ground as you gasp for air. Ward bends down, wrapping his fingers around your neck and picking you up by your throat. He slams your back harshly against the wall making the plaster crack behind you as he places more and more pressure on your throat. 

You gasp and scratch at his arms and face, trying to free yourself. “The only thing I can’t decide is if I want to kill you first and then turn your boy toy back into a hydra attack dog, or turn him and then make him kill you. The second is a malicious and devastating option, but to be honest sweetheart,” he presses his lips against yours, pilfering a kiss as you begin to black out, “I want the pleasure of personally ending your life.” 

“Y/N, are you there?” Bucky’s broken and static voice rings into your ear through the com, “I’m almost to you just hang on” Upon hearing Bucky’s voice you finally swing your leg hard enough forward to connect with Ward, you hear him cry out in pain as he drops you to the floor. 

You gasp for air as you right yourself, beginning to race back towards the main stairwell, knowing Bucky would have to enter through the front door on the ground floor. Get to Bucky. Just get to Bucky. You feel your leg buckle beneath you as the sting of another bullet grazes through your thigh. 

You shriek as you hit the ground, the momentum forcing your body to skid into the metal bars that line the stairwell. Ward moves towards you, laughing as you grip at your thigh, assessing the extent of the injury. “You’re going to die Ward. I hope you’re ready.” You smirk up at him, getting light headed from the blood loss, but knowing Bucky was only minutes away.

He responds with a sharp punch to your face, forcing your cheek to hit against the metal bars behind you. You taste the blood now pooling in your mouth and you spit it back at him, he grins at you, crouching down in front of you as he places his hand on your left shoulder, “I always love it when you pretend to be tougher than you are. It’s so much more fun to break you when you fight back. Truly, Y/N there is nothing I love more in this world than the sound of your scream.” 

He digs his thumb against the bullet wound seeping in your left shoulder, you let out a blood curdling scream, tears ripping down your face as you try to push him off you. “Y/N!” Bucky yells in your ear, not knowing what is happening. “I’m almost there, hang on.” You hear his heavy breathing in the com. 

Your scream grows louder as Ward presses his other hand against the wound in your thigh, his smile growing wider at your pain. “Barnes, we’re right behind you. What the hell is going on over there.” Stark barks into your ear. “The whole place is surrounded by agents” Bucky replies his grunts and heavy breathing distorting his words as he fights off the adversaries trying to get to you. Steve joins him in the fight, “We got it Bucky, just get to Y/N” 

Ward hears the fighting outside, cocking an ear to listen to the clash of teams. “Aww your soldier came for you. It’s almost too easy.” He wraps his fingers around your throat once more, pulling you roughly to your feet as he turns you around to face the banister, pressing your stomach hard against it. 

Your hands grip on the railing, trying to fight back in your weakened and injured state but Ward is too strong as he forces your shoulders to bend over the railing, resting your weight on your stomach as your feet tip off the ground. Your hands grip tightly onto the railing as you sob, staring at the hard cement ground below you, your hair falling in your face. 

The only thing holding your body back from gravity is Ward as he stands there laughing behind you. “Beg, Y/N. The only thing that would possibly make this any better is if you begged. Come on sweetheart, let me hear you beg for your life… for his life.” You whimper beneath him, feeling pain shoot through your injured shoulder as your hand clutches onto the railing for dear life. 

Your breathing is heavy as all the blood rushes to your head. “Fuck you.” You spit back, a drop of blood falling from your mouth and splattering on the floor below you. “Aww come on sweetheart,” Ward coos, administering a hard slap to your ass as you yelp in response, “I want to hear you beg. I want you to beg like you begged the soldier in the alleyway.” 

Your heart jumps into your throat at the memory, he was there? He saw the whole thing. He’s been watching me this whole time… There’s… there’s no way to escape him. “Y/N!” The pain in Bucky’s voice tears you back to the present as he busts into the foyer, staring up at you, gun ready. 

“BUCKY!” You scream back, relieved tears streaming from your face. “Shoot and she dies, Soldier.” Ward says calmly behind you. “If you want her, come get her.” He continues, tipping you ever so slightly further over the railing, making your knuckles turn white on the railing as you cry out in fear. “Ok, ok, Ward. I’ll play.” Bucky puts down the gun and begins to move up the stairs, “Bucky” you whimper, blood pounding in your head from the inverted position. 

“It’s gonna be ok doll, everything’s going to be fine.” Bucky assures you as he moves slowly up the stairwell. Ward laughs mirthlessly “So certain you are, Soldier? Clearly we’ve never met before. Did you enjoy the state you found your little spider in? She sure can take a beating, can’t she? Just like your girlfriend here.” He administers another hard smack to your ass making you cry out again as Bucky growls below. 

Ward continues, mocking Bucky “But still, I hope you enjoyed my kindness of leaving her alive, I can’t guarantee it’s going to happen again.” You scream as he tips you further over so that you are almost completely inverted over the banister, teetering like a seesaw as he holds your legs. “Ward.” Bucky snarls, reaching the landing of the first floor and beginning to climb towards you on the second. 

“Bucky” you cry, barely able to breathe through the sobs racking your body, fear paralyzing your helpless form. “It’s gonna be ok doll. I’m coming for you.” Bucky soothes as he continues his cautious climb to you. His eyes lock on Ward, “Settle your score with me, just let her go!” “An interesting choice of words Soldier.” Ward smiles, fingers digging into your ankles. “Very well, as you wish.” 

You feel a sharp shove to your legs as they are thrown over your head, forcing your detachment from the railing. You feel the air rush by you as you fall, a piercing scream rising from your throat as your hands grasp up above at the open air. 

You see a metal arm fly out in vain to try to reach you. You catch a glimpse of Bucky’s terrified face, you hear him scream your name, voice seeped in pain. You hear the wind rush by you, the sounds of gunshots. 

You fall fast, flying quickly to the ground, the scream is torn from your lips as your body slams to the floor and everything goes black.

sagatheturtlekid  asked:

Yoongi cheating? I'm in an angsty mood, thank you!~

Not The Only One – Suga

Characters: Yoongi X Reader
Rated: S for Should have been longer

Originally posted by yoonkooks

Infidelity: the action or state of being unfaithful to a spouse or other sexual partner. 

The silence was unbearable. The part that was even worse was how Yoongi felt the need to skirt around her and how she did everything in her power to make sure they didn’t cross paths. Living in a flat together was proving to be difficult when it came to ignoring each other. Yoongi’s back felt like it was on fire every time he stood, and she had forgotten what it felt like to be sleeping in a warm bed with his skin pressed against hers, while in-between all of it, his cheeks heated at the sight of ger and he left his breakfast to turn lukewarm in the middle of the kitchen counter as soon as she were near. 

Yoongi watched her back muscles tighten uncomfortably underneath her shirt when she noticed him step into the kitchen. He kept his eyes trained on the refrigerator in front of him, only sliding a carton of milk across the island when he took a glance at her empty cereal bowl.

“I won’t be home until late tonight.” His voice was toneless, emotionless and hard. He cleared his throat when she twisted the cap off the milk and poured a heaping amount of the liquid into her cereal, drowning the tiny squares of food, and he wanted to smile and tell her he always thought that was cute, the little parts of she. He didn’t. “So… don’t wait up.“ 

Her hand was much smaller than Yoongi’s and light in his hold, but when she curled her fingers around the width of the carton, he’d never seen anyone so strong before. He gulped and she didn’t cower; she levelled him with an eerie stare, nodded her head once, and told him, “I won’t.” But she did, and when he came home around two in the morning with alcohol lingering on his tongue, he found her crying, big, heaping sobs that seemed to wrack her whole body.

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#59. “Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.”//#78. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you."

Graduation day was finally here. And even though Malia never considered herself an overly emotional person, she couldn’t help but feel so much today.

And she thought a lot too. About people. Her friends, mostly. The people who mattered. Her pack.

“What are you think about?” Lydia asked Malia through the mirror, noticing the way her eyes would become deeper and more thoughtful at times.

“You know,” Malia started, feeling the heat radiating off the flat iron that Lydia was running through her hair on the back of her neck. “Everyone,” she said vaguely.

After so long, all of junior year and the beginning of senior year, she had thought it would be her and Stiles against the world after graduation. Things hadn’t worked out after the breakup. Even after Lydia was out of Eichen, even after Kira had come back, even after Theo and his pack had been taken care of. Even after the the pack had become one again. Even after everything.

She blinked the feeling of a tear away and focused on something else, like the pattern on Lydia’s bedding.

“Well,” Lydia said as she ran a hand through Malia’s hair and turned the flat iron off. “Don’t worry. We’ll never be far from each other,” she said, talking about the pack as well as the both of them.

“I know,” Malia said, offering a smile. But the truth was, she knew even though that strong relationships have been developed, not being in high school was guaranteed to put a hole through even the strongest ones.

As she stood up and brushed the front of the dress, upon another request from Lydia, she smiled a genuinely. Enough of these sad, pessimistic thoughts. She was done. She was graduating. No more high school math to torture her anymore. That was worth celebrating.


“We did it,” Kira said as she turned her head to look at all of her friends down the row, slightly bouncing up and down, smiling at the graduating pack. Scott, Malia, Lydia, and Stiles all returned a smile as they took their seats at the auditorium, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

Lydia sat on the edge, so she could get up to the stage easily; she was delivering her valedictorian speech. Then Malia, then Stiles, Scott, and Kira.

Stiles and Malia thought that they have definitely gotten over any serious awkwardness between them. Though neither of them could deny the slightly ever present and ever growing gap between them in the rare occasion that the pack forgets the unspoken seating chart and leave them to sit next to each other.

But they were friends, they guessed.

Malia made sure to lean a little closer to Lydia, often whispering something into her ear, commenting on the ceremony.

Stiles couldn’t care less about the seniors standing up to get their diplomas. He, frankly, only cared about one person getting it, Malia.

*No, not like that*, he thought. He liked to believe it was because he spent so many hours of his life helping her study to pass exams that led her here, but he knew better.

Even all the way now, even after everything, he knew it was more of her than him that led her here. She did it and beat all odds. Some seniors that have been human all their lives and didn’t spend half their time fighting evil creatures weren’t graduating but she was.


After the ceremony wrapped up, they were all in the hallway, each knowing that even though they would all see each other relatively soon, it wouldn’t be the same. They would be in college and starting their lives. In fact, Lydia was leaving in two days, Scott in a week, Kira in two.

The girls were engaged in a conversation, planning a summer vacation. They couldn’t wait until the holidays. Malia pretended to listen to the ramblings of beach getaways as she watched Stiles out of the corner of her eye as he talked to Scott. She couldn’t believe they would be separated by so much distance. They were best friends. You can’t be apart from the people you love.

He expressed happiness for Scott, grinning, laughing, and a light punch here and there as they talked about how he would be in college, studying to be a vet in two short, short weeks.

But Malia saw his disappointment. In himself, mostly. She knew that a lot of her friends couldn’t wait to leave and make some thing of themselves, Stiles included in that list. But he was going to stay in this small, yet very peculiar town.

“Okay,” Kira said, looking at her phone, swallowing. “I got to go now. My parents are finally letting me go get a few, final touches for my dorm,” she smiled. After a couple of hugs, Malia, Lydia, and Stiles waved Scott and Kira goodbye, knowing the next time they would see them would be Thanksgiving break. Or a beach, who knew?

Lydia looked on, with a somewhat pained look. But not pain for not seeing them, exactly. Malia knew she would miss them, but they would see each other soon. A look that expressed something Malia couldn’t put a finger on. “I have to go help her pick it out,” she said, running after them, her cap and gown swinging begin her. Pain for shopping being done without her.

“Lyd-” Malia started, but stopped, knowing there was no way to stop her.

Both of them watched the three of them walk off until they turned the corner, disappearing from the hall. Malia silently cursed Lydia. She made her and Kira promise they would never leave her alone with Stiles.

“I-I’m going to go too,” Malia said, slowly turning to Stiles, not yet meeting his gaze. She started to walk to the direction everyone else left, but she felt his wrist on her hand. Her eyes followed his arm all the way up to his eyes.

“I-I need to talk to you,” Stiles said, stumbling over his words like Malia had. “I need to do this now,” he said, not knowing if they would get to see each other alone for a while.

“Okay,” Malia said nervously, pulling her hand away and taking a step back.

Stiles took a deep breath, swallowing his pride. “I’m sorry,” he said. Those words had not seen the light of day for ages.

“For what?” Malia asked, about to say he didn’t need to pay her the dollar he had borrowed last week.

“For everything,” he said. This was hard. Apologizing and confessing his wrongdoings to others was not his forte. “I’m sorry I was being a crappy boyfriend. I’m sorry I didn’t help with your mom. Im sorry I left you on your own in math. I’m sorry for not being there. I’m sorry,” he said, looking into her eyes, searching for forgiveness. “For everything.”

Malia stared in confusion, taken back by this. Stiles didn’t do this often.

“It’s okay,” Malia said, offering him the awkward-yet-somewhat-friendly smile both of them had become so familiar with. “I guess I’ll see you around,” she said, planning to go catch up to Scott, Kira, and Lydia before they left.

Stiles sighed, not really knowing if he wanted to go on. “Do you forgive me?”

Malia furrowed her eyebrows together. “I told you, it’s okay,” she said, confused on why he didn’t get that as her forgiveness.

“But do you forgive me?” Stiles asked again, feeling the need to make sure Malia forgave him.

“Yes,” Malia nodded, turning around, beginning to walk down the hall and away from Stiles.

“But do you really-” Stiles called after her but then stopping himself. Why did he even care that much? Most of the times he never apologized to anyone. Things just seemed to work out. Why did he need this from Malia?

Malia turned back around. “Why do you care?” Malia asked, conscious that now she had crossed the strict, acquaintance-banter they had engaged in for the past months.

Stiles swallowed, again doubting himself on why he cared so much. “It’s nothing. Never mind,” he said, dismissing the thought.

“It’s something,” Malia said, crossing her arms.

Stiles debated if he wanted to tell her. He took a deep breath, while she watched the late afternoon light wash over her, lightening her hair, and giving her a heavenly glow. It’s now or never. “I just want you to forgive me,” he confessed.

“I do,” Malia half-lied.

“No, you don’t,” Stiles said, defeatedly taking a seat on the stairs. “I just don’t want you to go a world away from m-here and still have this… this weirdness, awkwardness, tension, whatever,” he said.

“I’m telling you, I forgive you,” Malia said, every second making the half-lie she said a second ago a full truth. She thought for a second as she saw Stiles sitting down on the stairs, the warm light, filling the room from the windows above the stairs.

Stiles nodded, sighing of relief.

Malia still stood a couple of feet away from him.

Neither of them made a move to leave for some reason. Some sort of bond refusing to break forever.

She walked over to him and sat on the stairs next to him. He looked to her and a hint of nostalgia settled inside of him.

They found comfort in each other, something they both desperately needed, but denied from themselves.

Malia thought about why Stiles cared for her forgiveness after so long.

“Thanks,” Malia broke the silence after a little while.

Stiles raised an eyebrow. “What for?”

“I couldn’t have done this without you,” she said, touching her diploma.

Stiles smiled at her. “You could have done that without me. You can do anything without me,” Stiles said sadly, another wave of bittersweet nostalgia washing over him, remembering the countless nights Malia had kept him up, questioning human etiquette and endless afternoons of studying at his house. “Or without anyone,” he added so it wouldn’t be too awkward.

Malia shrugged, not really wanting to convince Stiles of the fact that he had been a big part of her not only becoming human again, but also for being a part of who she is now. He knew.

“Stiles,” Malia said, a tone of slight panic in her voice.

“Yeah?” Stiles said turning to check if she was okay.

“We’re not going to see each other until Thanksgiving,” she said, coming to the realization that this was it.

Stiles didn’t answer. He looked at his lap, knowing that she would go far away from him and probably even bring some other boy home for Thanksgiving.

Malia set her hands on his shoulders, pulling him closer to her, pressing a kiss to his lips.

She pulled away, almost abruptly. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you,” she said the distress in her voice coming through.

Stiles didn’t think so. But like most things they felt or thought, they kept it to themselves.

Malia, stood up, brushing the non-existent dirt off her gown, and straightened the cap on her head. “I’m sorry,” Malia said again, noticing how unlike her she sounded.

“Malia,” Stiles said, standing up. He took a breath to say something… meaningful for the both of them. But the barrier that had blocked them from each other stood tall and proud, winning again. “I-um… I’ll miss you,” he said awkwardly, not sure if he should go for a hug or a handshake.

Malia didn’t move, listening to an audacious thought running through her head. “Tell me to go and I will,“ she said, pausing to make sure she wanted to continue. “But if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again,” she finished, picking her head up to look at him.

The first words spilled out almost by accident. They sounded like an accident. She didn’t mean to say something as bold as that. But the last few were spoken with a sense of knowing what Stiles’ answer would be.

Stiles said it as soon as she was done speaking. “Stay.”