Hello babes, welcome to this new one-shots book about one of my biggest weaknesses, DOB. I hope you are going to like it and to support it as much as I loved writing it 💕
It may contain mentions of violence and smut so if you are not cool with it...
A/n: smut, sorry not sorry. I have already said what my motto is, DYLAN MAKES ME SIN SOOOOOOOO
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Y/n and Stiles loved each other. They shared everything together: friends, school, hobbies and music interests. They were what people often called—soulmates. Stiles proposed to her on a full-moon-night of May surprising her in way she could only dream about. Y/n could not ask for anyone better than Stiles, the smart, handsome and caring boy she fell in love with.
Everything was good untill Stiles' brother, Mitchell came around. Y/n remembered well how that night went. His elder brother came knocking at his door with no place to go or stay and Stiles could not leave his brother, he simply couldn't. Not after what happened to his fiancée the year before.
Stiles always had a weak spot for his brother being the caring soul that he is and never really cared about the fact that Mitch didn't spend much time with him. It's the age gap, Stiles kept on muttering to himself. He's my brother and he needs me, he thought.
Mitchell was not an easy person to deal with. He was moody and he acted as everything that his brother was doing for him was absolutely given. Y/n didn't like him and his behavior and argued a lot with him. A lot. She would have told him how much she disliked his moody behavior and he would have told her that she didn't know anything about him and that she was only a city girl that didn't go through not even half of the things he has been through. She was respectful and didn't add anything, she just stopped talking with him. And she has not talked with him for two weeks straight, untill when . . .
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It was Stiles birthday party and Lydia and Malia helped me to organize everything while Scott was out with him keeping him occupied. Everything was perfectly fixed. Blue and orange balloons all over the place, drinks and food on the two tables under the window and his favorite music to set the mood. We invited all our friends and our family members, so obviously Mitch was going to be there, too.
Stiles arrived into place with Scott and he was surprised as we all expected. He had that expression I loved on his face. Eyebrows raised and a slight smile on his pink lips. Everyone was happy and applauding for him. Everyone, except one. Mitch looked around, grabbed a red glass filled with god-knows-what alcohol and reached the room his brother offered him when he arrived.
