HERE IT IS! The FULL LENGTH TRAILER!
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“During my lifetime I have dedicated myself to this struggle of the African People. I have fought against white domination, and I have fought against black domination. I have cherished the ideal of a democratic and free society in which all persons live together in harmony and with equal opportunities. It is an ideal which I hope to live for, and see realized. But if needs be, it is an ideal for which I am prepared to die.”
"Hey, I’m going to have to call you back, alright? Bye." You hung up, not bothering to wait for a reply, your eyes roaming the hooded figure sitting on your porch. And yet, somehow, this didn’t surprise you at all. Taking a deep breath, you walked up the pathway and stopped before him. Judging by the way he folded himself it could only be Isaac.
"You can tell him that he can come himself and not send someone to do his bidding for him." It came out harsher than you intened, which wasn’t fair at all, your frustration was aimed at someone else.
"You have to come with me, right now." There was an undertone of urgency in his voice, already standing up before he’d barely finish speaking.
"What are you…" Then you noticed a large bruise around his left eye, it looked days old which meant that it had barley just happened.
"What happened?" You demanded, needing to know right away.
"Alphas." Was all he said, and really all it took. An uncomfortable feeling settled in your chest and you were suddenly afraid to ask what came to your mind next, but at the same time you were dying to know,
"Where’s Scott?" By the way his eyes changed, it could only be bad.
"He’s hurt, pretty bad. We don’t know why but he wont heal. I know that you two are fighting or whatever right now but I just…"
"Let’s go." A relieved expression spread across his face and you drove back to Derek’s where you walked straight to the bedroom as per Isaac’s instruction.
"Scott." You whispered as you spotted him lying on the bed, bloodstains everywhere. He looked awful. Hurrying forward, you crouched beside the bed, stroking his dark hair gently. Tears were threathening to fall.
"You came." His voice was so weak, it broke your heart to see him like that.
"Of course I came your idiot."
"It’s okay, I forgive you Scotty. But I swear to god if you die on me.." And thats when you finally lost it, burying your head against his chest.
"Don’t you dare die on me." It was nowhere near demanding as you intended, your voice cracking.Then strong arms wrapped around you.
"I wont baby, ever. It’s okay, I’m healed, Thanks to you, you’re my anchor." Slowly, you rose your head, having a bit of a hard time believing it, only to realize that the wound was gone,
"I’m okay." He smiled, coaxing one out of you as well.
"Let’s never fight again, alright? I never want to go trough that again."
"I think that we’re doing this wrong." You spoke up from your position on the livingroom couch, watching Isaac trying to put together the desk.He had walked in when you were right in the middle of a battle with the screwdriver and immidietly overtook the buildingroll, gently declining your help when you had offered the first time, something about taking care of you, it can’t be that complicated.
"No, I think I’ve got it, I just have to find…" Came his reply from underneath the pieces of wood, before the whole thing collapsed onto his head, an loud scream echoed trough the room before you realized it was you.
"Isaac!" You exclaimed, jumping up and moved the wood, only to find him onconcious with a gash over his eyebrow, the hammer lying next to his head,
"Isaac." You shook him harder, willing him to wake up.
"Ow." A low voice spoke from above you. Looking up you found him staring at you with groggy eyes, absedmindedly picking at the cut.
"Ow." He repeated, reminding you of a little puppy who kept running it’s head into the wall, knowing it hurt but did it over and over again.
"Oh, Isaac." Smiling, you shook your head at his silliness, relieved that he wasn’t seriously hurt.
"Stop poking at it. Here, let me clean it out." With gentle fingers, you quickly cleaned out the wound, not wanting to risk it getting infected, even though he’s more or less immune to getting sick, it never stopped him from getting hurt. Grimazing, he sat up, the wound dissaperaing befor your eyes,
"I’m sorry." He fixed you with the sky blue eyes.
"For what Zachy?" Puzzled, you sat beside him, leaning back against the sofa.
"I couldn’t fix it."
"It’s fine, I’ll just ask Derek or something."
"Yeah." He acted nonchalant, but you saw right trough it.
"Listen to me. I know what you’re thinking, and you’re wrong. It doesn’t matter okay? I don’t want anyone else, you know why?"
"Why?" He played along, still an insecure part of him genuenly wondering.
"Because they wouldn’t be Isaac Lahey. They wouldn’t be the guy I fell inlove with. I don’t want perfection, I want you, just you and all the imperfection that comes with it."
"Love you milaya." He smiled.
"Love you to sweetie," And really, who needs perfection anyway, it’s totally overrated. It’s the flaws that makes you beautiful, what makes you who you are.
What was supposed to be a nice picnic outdoors, soon came to a rather abrupt end when out of nowhere, it started poring down, completely soaking you both.
"Come on." Stiles cried out, leading the way back to his jeep and tossed the stuff in the back seat, but not before blasting on the heater when he noticed you shivering beside him in the passengerseat.
"How about that movie night?" He grinned, happy that he’d been right for once and drove back to the Stilinski house through the rain, parking as close he could to minimize the chance of becoming even wetter as much as possible. Even though at that point it didn’t really matter anymore. Still, you ran inside, noticing quietly that the policecar was missing from the driveway.
"Why don’t you grab a shower, you can borrow some of my clothes and I’ll set everything up and order some pizza, sounds good?" Distracted by the way his shirt clung to his frame, hiding absolutely nothing, you could only muster up a nod in response, forcing yourself to meet eyes.
"Perfect." You smiled, relived to get out of the wet clothes, swearing you caught him staring at you as you walked up the stairs.
A shower and a delicious pizza later, you were curled up on the sofa, wearing his shirt and sweatpants, watching Back to the future. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that you’d already seen it, he was so excited to show you “the greatest movies made in history”. And maybe you feigned being tired, just to have an excuse to lean onto him, the most comfortable pillow you’d ever had. Never had you felt so at peace as right now, next to a warm Stiles, smelling like a mix of his schampoo and mint mixed with simply Stiles.
As the credits rolled, you looked up to comment on it, only to have the words die on your lips as you gazed into amber, so much closer than you remembered them being. And of course the pair of softlooking lips, only inches from your’s, you’ve been fantasizing about kissing. Subconsciously, you inched closer.
"Can I tell you something?" He asked in a low, somber voice, looking so vulnerable, absolutely beautiful.
"You know you can, you can trust me." For some reason, you felt your heart pounding as he fixed you with his gaze, licking his lips before he spoke.
"I think I’m inlove with you." He said it so easily, obvious, as one would state that the sky is blue. "And I kind of want to kiss you right now." When the words left his mouth, it left you speechless, not able to make sense of anything and still somehow you felt your mouth opening to speak and words tumbled out, without you having any control over it.
"Then do it." It came out more like a dare than a request, and before you knew it, you were kissing without you remembering how it happened and there was fireworks.
"I think I’m inlove with you too Stiles, I have been for a while."
"Good, cause I really want to keep doing that again, preferably a lot of times."
"We’ve got time." You smiled, pecking him on the cheek and returned to your former position and you continued watching movies, occasionally kissing. It wasn’t until after, when you were lying on his bed about to sleep you confessed what you’ve been thinking about all night.
"Hey Stiles? I need to tell you something." You spoke softly into his chest you were using as a pillow.
"What’s up?" He replied groggily.
"I’ve already seen Back to the future."
The sound of his laughter filled the room, shaking you as well.
"I love you." He breathed, kissing your head. "Now shut up and go to sleep, I’m tired." And you did, falling asleep with his arms wrapped around you, exactly where you belonged.
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"Are you sure that you don’t want to come?" Barley restraining yourself from rolling your eyes at the strawberry blonde queen, you made that unfortunate mistake once, never again, you told her again.
"Yes Lyds, honestly. I’ll just hang out at Derek’s" You shrugged, watching her get up from the chair.
"I’m sure you will." She spoke over her shoulder, winking. Confused, you watched her leave the cafe, you and every other male in the place. Then again, you had learned a while ago that there is no harder puzzle to solve than Lydia Martin, wich is why you pushed it aside and drove back to the loft, letting yourself in. He had given you a key a few weeks ago, muttering about "stupid teenagers breaking in all hours of the day, I might just as well give you a key so you stop breaking the door." It had really only happened once, without your knowledge until much after, you didn’t get all the details, only that Scott and Isaac were involved.
"Honey, I’m home!" You sing-songed in greating, another thing that annoys him and amuses you to no end.
"I told you to stop saying that." Came the expected growl from the kitchen, though you knew there was no heat behind it what so ever. He liked it, you were positive of it.
"And I told you that I…" You replied walking to the kitchen, the words drifting of as you saw the state it was in. It looked like a war zone, food every where and in the middle of it all with flour on his cheek and a frustrated expression on his face was Derek.
"Wow." You breathed out finally, breaking the silence. "What did that chicken ever do to you?"
"I was trying to make you dinner." And did he ever look like a little puppy, nothing like a big bad alpha, making you kiss his cheek softly in comfort, brushing away the flour with your hand.
"Don’t cry over spoiled chicken Der-bear, let’s just order something alright? How about Chinese?"
"Yeah, whatever." He shrugged, dumping it in the trash can. Though you knew him like the back of your hand, better than yourself even, and you knew exactly what was going through his head.
"It’s okay Der. In fact, I’m kind of relieved that there’s something in this world you aren’t perfect at, it makes you human. It just means I’m better at the cooking part, meanwhile I cannot do a single pull up compared to Mr champion. Not that I’m complaining, not at all, the view is pretty great."
"Is that so?’" He raised an eyebrow, such a typical Derek move… And you also happend to kind of love it.
"Yeah. But I still love you." It was a fact, as much as a promise you planned on keeping.
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You still remember the first time when you had built the courage to confess your feelings. It was nowhere near perfect, not at all like in the movies when the leading roll realizes that she’s been inlove with her best friend and have this long, touching monologue of how she already had what she wanted and they kiss passionately and live happily ever after. It was more of an “I need to say this right now, or I might never be able to speak those words”,which caused you to spill the words out as quickly as you possibly could, just a big ramble.
Horrified, you quickly placed your left hand over your mouth to keep from blurting out something else. To say that you took him by surprise, was definetly not an understatement, judging by his widened dark eyes staring back at you, an expression you couldn’t identify had replaced the relaxed smile he wore before. Then, to make matters even worse, because lets face it;this is your life, he started laughing. A full on laughter that shook his entire body, brushing away a tear from his eye when he had somewhat calmed down, leaning back against the sofa.
"Never mind then." You forced out, getting up, pissed. That was certainly not how you expected a confession of love being received.
"Wait!" He exclaimd, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you back down, partially sitting in his warm lap.
"I’m sorry." He said softly, regret showing in his puppy eyes. "You talked so fast I couldn’t make anything out of it. Could you repeat it, please?" Sighing, you surrendered , when the puppy eyes appeared you were doomed to.
"I said I’m inlove with you Scott." Refusing to meet his gaze, you stared down at the carpet.
"Really?" Nodding, you spared him a quick glance through your wall of hair, catching a grin across his face.
"I love you too." He breathed into your ear, so close you could feel his lips grace you, then he turned your head gently and crashed your mouths together. So, maybe it wasn’t what you’d call ideal, but to this day there has never been a more perfect moment, and you think about it everytime he tells you how much he loves you, every day.