"Stop moving you idiot" I exclaimed loudly "i'm trying to get the tone right and you're screwing up the shadows!" ----- Freya didn't care about boys. She didn't care about her hair or her clothes. She cared about art; the way that a brush layered paint on a canvas, the toning in a simple 5 minute sketch and the beauty found all around her in a fragmented world. That is what occupied and distracted her ever anxious mind. So when suddenly the quiet girl was forced out of her sanctuary in the art rooms, and into a world of supernatural mayhem and new beginnings everything changes, and two unlikely people, forced together through circumstance, find love. NOTE: there will be a lot of references to anxiety and panic attack disorder in this story. All of the information included is based purely off of my own experiences so please do not tell me that i am wrong as everyone's experience is different! This is rated PG for the most part, any content different from this will be stated at the beginning of the chapter. Based off of Teen Wolf season 3b with mostly my own story and some scenes the same, it will make sense when you read it! I do not own any of the characters in the show or the story line. I do however own Freya and any other added aspects.

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐭 (𝘯.) 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦, 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭, 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦; 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛. . .𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢𝚗𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍𝚢. 『 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞 』 『 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 - ?』 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: 𝙾𝙽𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶 © 𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚈𝚂𝙻𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙽 , 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶

"A boy in a jeep? What boy in a jeep? There's no boy or jeep." "Are you done? Because the non-existent boy with the non-existent jeep is waiting for you downstairs in our very existent house." ______________________________ All rights go to Teen Wolf. I only own Aspen Rhyse and her story.

Pulling away reluctantly, with swollen lips and messy hair, Stiles kept his hands on her waist as he stared at her lovingly. "I love you, Em." He told her quietly. Her expression mirrored his own and she felt happy which was an emotion that she had tried to deny herself for so long. He made her happy. Being with him made her happy. "I love you too, Stiles." She whispered softly, letting herself feel vulnerable to only him. Season 3-4

Emily stared at Stiles with mild annoyance, "Did you really have to make us hide inside the same locker?" She whispered. "Uh-I-I just thought that i-it would be safer." He stammered nervously, doing his best to keep his gaze on her eyes instead of focusing on how close her body was being pressed against his. He gulped, noticing how she had yet to pull her wrist out of his grip. She rolled her eyes. "Whatever." She mumbled, raising a brow as she listened to how quickly his heart was racing. "I really make you nervous, don't I?" His eyes widened and she gave him a smirk. "You're so obvious." Season 1-2

Indigo McCall and Stiles Stilinski are inseparable. Attached at the hip, indivisible, connected. Deeply in love with their first loves and devoted to it. But maybe they aren't as inseparable as they thought. Troubles pop up once again for Beacon Hills and the responsibility falls to them to take care of it. As always, relationships are tested and there will be blood. Lots, of blood. [SEQUEL TO "INDIGO"] [season 3a & 3b] [ALL OF INDIGO'S PLOT LINES ARE MINE]

❝ I hate it. I hate not remembering. I want to. I want to remember what it was like to have something, someone! ❞ ❝ You do. You have me. ❞ Indigo has woken up on an abandoned road in the town of Beacon Hills, a place of misfit werewolves and other supernaturals. When Scott McCall offers his aid and friendship, Indigo is thrown into his world- and into the arms of his best friend, Stiles Stilinski. ALL RIGHTS GO TO TEEN WOLF. I ONLY OWN INDIGO, HER LINES, AND HER PLOT POINTS. ☒ #172 in Fanfiction