❛ And all at once, you're all
I want, I'll never let you go
King of my heart . ❜
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↳ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 :
"𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝖾𝗌"
(( Stiles Stilinski X Fem!OC...
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season 4 episode: 10
BLAKE ༄ ‧₊˚ ★
My mom knocks softly on Stiles's hospital room door before opening it. I hear her speak softly as I stand just outside, hesitant, still wrestling with why I'm even here.
This is stupid. Lydia had practically cornered me this morning, threatening me in her own charming way until I agreed to come see him. I tried to protest, but I knew she was right.
Stiles turns to the sound of the door, his tired eyes immediately find my mom's face. "You find a tape player?" he asks.
"No," Mom replies with a smile. "But I did find someone looking for you."
Curiosity flickers in his eyes, and when I finally step into view, his entire posture shifts. He stands up so fast, as if he's been waiting for me, though neither of us knows what to say.
"Blake... hey," he murmurs, his voice soft.
My mom closes the door, leaving us alone in the quiet, awkward room. My heart pounds louder than it should, but I can't bring myself to speak first.
"What are you doing here?" Stiles asks.
I swallow hard, forcing the words out. "I, um... I wanted to make sure you were okay," I say, trying to keep my tone light. "You know, after the whole 'almost dying in Eichen' thing."
He chuckles dryly, but the humor doesn't reach his eyes. "I'm fine. Melissa and your mom are just running tests, checking for a concussion. It's nothing serious."
I nod stiffly. The sterile hospital room feels suffocating, as if the walls are closing in, pressing us together but still keeping us apart.
"You okay?" he asks suddenly, his voice quieter, eyes searching my face. He steps closer, and I can feel the intensity of his gaze, like he's trying to understand what's going on.
"I'm fine," I reply quickly, brushing my bangs away from my face. But the way he's looking at me makes it impossible to hide the truth. He knows me too well.
The silence between us stretches on, and I can't stand it any longer. Every second feels like it's pulling us farther away from each other. I take a breath, forcing a smile. "Okay, I should go," I mumble, stepping toward the door.
"You don't have to," Stiles says quietly, his voice so gentle it almost breaks me. It's a simple statement, but the meaning behind it is heavy.
But I shake my head, trying to ignore the way his words tug at me. "No, really, I think I should." I reach for the door and twist the knob, but it doesn't move. I blink, trying again. "It's... locked?"
Stiles's brows knit together in confusion, and he walks over to the door, trying it himself. "Ms. West?" he calls through the door, knocking, but no one answers.
