[BOOK 5] "𝙞 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚, 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 - 𝙞 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡."
For three whole months, Aspen and Stiles been happy. But that was until the Wild Hunt made it's way t...
this chapter is quite literally staspen's love story in key moments all packed into one long ass chapter
whether you've been reading these books since book 1 was being written, or you've only read them recently— or if you joined staspen's journey somewhere in the middle: this chapter has weirdly been one of my all time favourites to write, and I hope you all enjoy the nostalgia reading it as much as I did writing it <3
it's very chaotic, italics everywhere 😅
staspen makes me melt <3
🎶 RECOMMENDED SONG TO LISTEN TO WHILE READING - WAIT BY M83
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"MY mother had a hypnotist who helped her quit smoking." Lydia explained as she had come up with a suitable plan to hypnotise Stiles, "She had me see the same one when I was ten."
"You smoked when you were ten?" Scott asked incredulously.
"No! I bit my fingernails." Lydia sighed defensively, "Just find a lighter or a candle, please."
A few moments later they had managed to find a candle in one of the bunker's cupboards, lit it aflame with a flamethrower Malia had found, and Stiles sat down on a chair as Lydia placed the candle in front of him.
Lydia began to write some things down on a notepad, "What's that?" Scott asked.
"An induction script." Lydia explained, "One of us is going to have to talk Stiles through this."
Malia looked particularly eager, so Lydia shrugged and gave the notepad to her."So I just read?" said Malia.
"Well, you have to soften your voice." said Lydia, "Keep it relaxed, but not monotone. Go for clarity, not volume. Try it."
Malia held the notepad in her hands, reading over the words. She took a deep breath and slowly recited— "Take... a... deep... breath... and... look... at... the... candle—"
Lydia then snatched the notepad from Malia, deciding she'd do it herself instead.
"Okay, Stiles, you ready?" she said. Stiles looked up from the candle, he seemed a little nervous, but he nodded. "Okay—take a deep breath and look at the candle. Feel the muscles in your body begin to relax. You hands relaxing. Your eyelids relaxing. As you relax, imagine you're sitting in front of a TV..."
Stiles closed his eyes, and imagined what Lydia told him to. He found himself walking in the dimly lit hallway of the high-school, walking into a classroom.
