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Unavoidably Human || Cassie & Stiles 

stilesgnarlynski:

               At her compliment, Stiles turned to her for a moment, his brows knitted together in confusion. “Really?” He asked, dumfounded. No one had ever told him that before. He was never even really under the impression that he himself was interesting or awesome. Those were just adjectives that he’d never have used to describe himself. Normally, someone would have said thank you at this point or flashed a smile, but Stiles was way too surprised at her words to do either. It wasn’t even really anything to be getting that worked up over, but it meant a lot to Stiles so it seemed to be hitting close to home. He, in part, felt bad for her. “Wow…” He sighed, returning his gaze to the road ahead, “You must’ve not met very many people.”

               As soon as it left his lips, he realized how rude it probably sounded to Cassie. She was probably expecting a thank you herself, but Stiles basically bashed her social life instead. He quickly shook his head, “That’s not what I meant.” He corrected, casting her am apologetic glance. “I-I just meant that if I’m the most interesting person you’ve talked to since getting here then— well, then I highly suggest going out and meeting more people. Trust me. You don’t know that half of it.” He begrudged, frowning slightly. It was true, though. Stiles wasn’t interesting— he was a basket case. His life was in shambles and his sense of self was along with it.

               They arrived at the dollar store at the perfect time. Stiles pulled into the parking lot and picked the closest space he could find (which was pretty close considering not many people were shopping at this hour). Once his Jeep was in park, Stiles took the keys out of the ignition and the cabin fell silent once again. “You wanna come with me, or do you wanna hang back and tell me what you want? It’s completely up to you.” Stiles offered, undoing his seat belt. He glanced out the window then, and noticed the last sliver of sunlight on the horizon, dimming as he observed it. It’d be dark soon. Nighttime in Beacon Hills would forever have a negative connotation. “Actually,” he corrected, turning to her, “You’re coming with me, okay? I, uh— I don’t have too great of a memory.” He lied, reaching over her lap to open the passenger side door before doing the same with his own.

          Cassie didn’t understand Stiles’s surprise. Why wouldn’t he think that he was interesting? Cassie had met a good few people in Beacon Hills, but so far, Stiles was the person who captured her attention and curiosity the most. She wanted to get to know him, and she wanted to sit down and have long conversations with him. He didn’t judge her, and there was something about him that just seemed to almost…fit. There was that little thing—that unspoken connection that only someone who had lost someone dear to them could have. And they had both lost people, and they both understood how it felt. Cassie hadn’t felt that connected to someone other than her brother in a long time.

          Her brow furrowed at his words, but she stayed quiet as he spoke. She still couldn’t understand it. “I still think you’re interesting,” she said with a small shrug. She couldn’t help it, really. She just found Stiles interesting, and she really couldn’t seem to fathom why he would think that he wasn’t. “I may not be the most social of people, but the life of a wallflower has it’s perks. You get to see people in ways that you otherwise might not, and sometimes, you find people who you find interesting, and people you really want to know. And to me, you’re one of them.” 

          Cassie glanced out the window as they pulled up in front of the dollar store. She was about to answer him, telling him that she’d be happy to just wait in the car, but he seemed to suddenly change his mind. She was surprised when he reached over her to open her door. “Oh, um…okay,” she said as she unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed out of the car, closing the car door behind her. “Lead the way.”









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Makeover Montage || A Brassie Para 

brooke-cromwell:

"Well, believe it, bitch! He’s so into you, and he’s gonna have no idea what hit him after he sees you. And we haven’t even gotten to the accessories, yet!” Brooke was already pulling out her wallet as she bounded for the stairs. “And, hell yes we do! Cassie Doyle, the new Hester Prynne! I’m gonna put up flyers!” Brooke teased, flashing a grin at the smaller girl.

Brooke hit the bottom stair and strode to the front door, barely opening the door before the words tumbled out of her mouth. “Hey, guess what? You’re currently delivering to the two hottest bitches in Beacon Hills. And she,” Brooke said with a gesture towards Cassie, “just found herself a Baby Daddy.”

Cassie was still sort of in shock that Stiles had actually said yes, that she hadn’t even thought about accessories. “You’re not gonna go overboard with accessories, right?” She asked cautiously. Cassie nearly tripped as Brooke called her Hester Prynne. “As much as I admire Hester, I’m not about to go have sex with Stiles and have his baby, or something like that. I’m only seventeen.”

Cassie had no idea what Brooke might’ve said to the pizza guy as she opened the door, but she definitely hadn’t expected the words that came out of her friend’s mouth. Face bright red, Cassie shook her head fervently. “P-Please don’t listen to her,” she pleaded.

Filed As: -p:brooke  -p:makeover montage 








Sibling Bonding Time || Cassie and Mike 

mikexdoyle:

"I mean, do what you think you should." Mike responded, seeing how nervous she looked about this whole situation, making him realize she must really like the kid. "Listen, if he doesn’t like you back,    which I think would be stupid on his part, then you just got to move on.” He said, he’d seen people dwell on a crush so badly that they took over their whole lives, he didn’t want that with her, but maybe it had to happen. 

"I think it would be a good idea." He said simply, it seemed harmless and she deserved. Eyebrows rose at her saying she would cook, he smirked slightly, it would be fun to see. "Yes, the kitchen would be all yours.   would you want me to stay or leave during this whole thing?” He asked, changing positions on the chair. 

Cassie couldn’t help but smile. Her brother—always looking out for her. She would honestly be lost without him, and she didn’t want to imagine ever losing him. “I really hope he likes me back. “Thanks, Mike,” she said softly, smiling over at him. “You always seem to know what to say to make me feel better.”

"Hm…" she started, tapping her chin in thought. "I—I guess it could be up to you, really. But if you stay, you can’t be interrupting the whole time, okay?" She let out a small chuckle. She took a deep breath before she spoke again. "In case you didn’t figure it out," she started, glancing away. "The boy is Stiles."

Filed As: -p:mike  -p:sibling bonding time 








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Track Name: Tee Shirt
Artist: Birdy
Album: The Fault In Our Stars (Music From the Motion Picture)
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Tee Shirt by Birdy (x)

Filed As: -ipod 








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Track Name: Boom Clap
Artist: Charlie XCX The Fault In Our Stars OST

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Filed As: -ipod 








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Britt Robertson + photoshoot

selesta-pictures:

Britt Robertson + photoshoot

Filed As: -;plain old cassie 








Makeover Montage || A Brassie Para 

brooke-cromwell:

"Perfect! Okay, now we can move on to makeup…what? What is it?" Brooke peered over Cassie’s shoulder, her eyes flicking across the screen. She clapped Cassie on the shoulder, her voice rising with excitement.

"Oh, my god!" she yelled. "What did I tell you, li’l bitch?! He totally digs you!" Brooke pulled Cassie into a hug, squeezing slightly to show her excitement. This was, after all, a momentous occasion, especially with the newfound knowledge that it was to be Cassie’s first date. Brooke was about to let out another shout when the doorbell rang.

"Come on! Let’s go tell the pizza guy the good news!"

"He said yes!" She exclaimed, jumping slightly. She couldn’t help it. She was too excited to stand still. Cassie wasn’t sure when she’d last ginned the way she was at that moment. Stiles had actually said yes. This was really happening. She was going to be cooking dinner for Stiles, and the the fact that it was reality and not just some fantasy made Cassie feel ecstatic. "I can’t believe this is happening," she breathed.

She let out a laugh as Brooke spoke. “We don’t need to announce it to everyone. —-though, I am hungry.”

Filed As: -p:brooke 








Sibling Bonding Time || Cassie and Mike 

mikexdoyle:

As a big brother and a guardian, he had a hard time getting those line blurred at times. Friend or parent? Sometimes people said you didn’t need to be a parent to her, but they were wrong, even he needed someone looking out for him.    Of course he worried about boys with his little sister, being that they were going to play a huge part in her high school life.

"What would I say?" He asked looking at her then taking a drink of his root beer. To be honest all he wanted to say was stay away, but obviously that wasn’t an option here, she needed happiness a lot more then he did. "Hm, well, I wouldn’t just wait around Cas, ya’ know? I mean, waiting around to see if this said boy liked you back is a waste of time." Mike said scratching the back of his head, hoping this was helping at all.

"So, you think I should just…tell him?" She asked, her nerves obvious as she looked up at him again. "I should tell him that I like him?" Cassie was still treading in unfamiliar waters, and she was nervous about the whole situation. "But…but what if he doesn’t like me too?" She bit her lip, trying to keep her nerves in check—if only a little bit.

"So, what do you think about the idea of me inviting him over for dinner—as a thank you for looking after me after the bonfire?" Cassie asked. "I would cook for it—and before you say no to me even going in the kitchen, Brooke said she’d help me practice cooking." She paused. "I was thinking about telling him then."

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Makeover Montage || A Brassie Para 

brooke-cromwell:

"Oh, bitching!" Brooke exclaimed when Cassie held up the pair. Absentmindedly, she wondered how far back this collection went, and if she really should clean out at some point. But that seemed irrelevant. “Thank goodness. To be honest, you’re my first makeover.”

The witch whipped around, skimming through her shirts. Stopping, she turned to Cassie to lift her chin up, checking the color of her eye. Blue. Startlingly so, in fact. Which was perfect. Brooke pulled down the pale blue button-up blouse, holding it up to Cassie to check the size. “Alright, that too. But don’t button up all the way. And then we just need one more thing…here!” Brooke slid a black blazer off of its hanger, waiting until Cassie had donned the top to help her into it. She pulled the sleeves of the blouse down, turning them up over the blazer’s arms. Then she quickly steered the smaller girl out of the closet and to the full-bodied mirror. “Take a look, tell me what you think.

"For the record, you’re gorgeous."

"Really?" Cassie asked, glancing over at Brooke again. So, it seemed like this was a first for both of them, and for some reason, it made her feel a little bit more at ease.

Cassie took the button-up from Brooke and slipped it on, along with the jeggings and the shoes. A good couple of inches taller now, she tried to steady her balance as Brooke helped her put on the blazer, watching as the other girl made small adjustments. When Cassie was herself in the mirror, she was almost surprised by how she felt about the outfit.

"I love it," she said softly. She opened her mouth to say something else, but was cut off by the sound of her phone buzzing from the pocket of her other jeans, and she leaned to pull it out.

It’s impossible for me to turn down food. Sounds great. Just give me a time and I’m there.

"He said yes," she breathed, looking up at Brooke as she started to grin.









Unavoidably Human || Cassie & Stiles 

stilesgnarlynski:

               Turning to her with a promising smile, Stiles nodded once, confidently, “Definitely.” He assured, holding her gaze for a moment more before returning his eyes to the road ahead. He meant it, too. Hanging out between the aisles whenever Cassie was on break, flipping through Spider-Man comics and cheesy romance novels; all of it sounded like a blast. Plus, it was practically a given that they wouldn’t run into anyone from school. It could be their safe zone. A hideout for the humans. A place where Stiles could quarantine Cassie from all of the bull shit that went on beyond the bookstore’s doors. It’d be good; healthy eve.

               As she rifled through his small but mighty CD collection, Stiles took a right onto through road that led to the theater. Beacon Hills was so small that there weren’t even designated areas for a downtown or a business center. Everything just seemed to be in one neighborhood. Secluded, but mysterious. Before he could immerse himself in his thoughts any further, the ever familiar intro to his and Scott’s go to Jeep jam flooded the cabin of the vehicle and Stiles’ eyes snapped in the direction of the CD player, then to Cassie in astonishment. “Cassie— I love this song. Seriously. You just got ten times cooler. You’re officially entering dangerous territory. How am I supposed to be seen with you now? I’ll just be cramping your style everywhere we go.” He joked, his fingers subconsciously drumming against his steering wheel.

               Stiles pondered her next question, “What else do I like?” He repeated, more for his own benefit because it had been so long since he actually thought about or did anything that he really enjoyed. “Um, I love baseball.” He remembered, nodding slowly to convince himself. “Oh, and curly fries. I freakin’ love curly fries.” His mouth watered at the thought, but he tried to think of more. But as the seconds passed, Stiles found himself coming up empty. How long had it been since he played catch with Scott? When was the last time he went out and ate fast food with his dad? He hadn’t even read a comic in forever, resulting in his freak out at Cassie’s. His features fell flat, and he feigned a smile. “I’m sure I’ll remember some later on, it’s just— the song is distracting me. Catchy, y’know?” He lied, gripping the steering wheel.

          Cassie grinned, glancing over at Stiles. She could already see it—the two of them laughing and hanging out, Cassie showing him what books were great, and which ones were downright awful. She could see it, and Cassie was surprised at how badly she wanted it. Other than her brother, there was no one she wanted to have come visit her more than she wanted it to be Stiles. She wanted it to be their place.”I’ll hold you to that,” she joked, glancing back out the window. 

          Cassie looked back over at Stiles when he spoke, her eyes wide in surprise. She’d managed to put on a song he loved without even meaning to, and Cassie couldn’t help but smile. “Really?” She asked, trying to keep the excitement out of her voice. She let out a laugh at his words, and she placed a hand on his shoulder. “Oh, I don’t think I’ll mind you ‘cramping my style’ anytime soon, Stiles,” she joked as she pulled her hand back.

          Cassie nodded, gaze fixed on Stiles as she listened to Stiles. She was definitely interested in what he liked, and so far, things were looking really good. “Well, who doesn’t love curly fries?” She asked, almost as if it awe. “I mean, they’re like a blessing, I swear.” She gave a small shake of her head as she chuckled, before turning back to Stiles. Cassie’s brow furrowed when she saw his expression fall, and suddenly, she wondered if she’d done something—if she’d said something wrong. “Okay…” She started, biting her lip. “If it’s any consolation, you’re already the most interesting and awesome person I’ve met in this town?” She offered him a smile.

Filed As: -p:stiles  -p:unavoidably human