I Fell In Love With You. No, You Fell Down The Stairs. You Should Really Learn To Hold Your Liquor.

“I fell in love with you.” “No, you fell down the stairs. You should really learn to hold your liquor.”

For Stiles? <3

drunken confessions, stiles stilinski.

notes: stiles won’t be in the movie because we’re too busy raising our three children, two dogs and one cat in the suburbs! also im not happy with this i haven’t been writing that good recently

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word count: 1.8k!!!! longer than i intended but oh well.

warnings: hints of smut towards the end but other than that i think we’re good!

A drunken giggle fell past lipstick stained lips as you stumbled into your dorm room; Stiles following close behind, strong hands holding onto the small of your waist to guide you into the room. “I’m serious, Stilinski! You’re a real catch.”

“Uh huh.” He let out a grunt, wincing as you flopped your body down onto your bed, curling into the sheets with a whimsical grin. “How’d you figure that one out?”

He sat on the edge of your bed, lifting your feet onto his lap so that he could undo the straps of your heels. You pouted, reaching up to grab his face with both of your hands, staring at him with lovesick eyes. He almost melted into your embrace on the spot, not being able to handle the pure adoration you were shooting his way. You were the girl he’d been in love with since he was 6 years old, he’d been planning your wedding in his brain since the first time you’d ever even waved at him. Here he was, a couple of inches away from your face, watching your eyes light up and your mouth stretch into one of the prettiest grins he’d ever seen you give.

He wished he could take a picture of this moment, partly to show all those assholes in high school that made fun of him any time you looked his way; but also, for himself; because he knew how you got when you were drunk, you were overly affectionate, to everyone. In a moment, he’d reluctantly drag your hands away from his face and you’d pass out on your bed in a full face of makeup and an uncomfortable dress. So, he wanted to soak it in, because he’d probably never get to be this close to you again.

“I mean,” you paused for a moment, a quiet hiccup sounding through the room before you took up speaking again. “You’re super sweet, when you’re not being a paranoid asshole with major trust issues— sorry, that was mean. You’re funny, and smart and you do this cute little thing with your nose when you’re concentrating that makes me want to slam my head in a door, in a good way; obviously.”

He allowed his eyebrows to raise, a flabbergasted hum leaving his rosy lips at your words. He only shook his head, believing that it was just the alcohol talking; because, there’s no way you could ever want to date him, right?

“And you’re super hot, but I mean. . . that goes without saying.” Your hands were still cupping his face, squeezing it every now and again, making his cheeks smush together and causing little giggles to exit your mouth. You cackled at the look of confusion he’d sent you, an annoyed eye roll being shot his way. “Oh, c’mon; Stilinski. You’re not blind, you’re an attractive guy! You got that hair, and those eyes; and that cute ass of yours.”

He emitted a loud yelp when you’d nudged your heel into his ass, as if to emphasise your point. A look of pure shock painted his face, and your laughs only increased in ferocity; leading to him joining you in your drunken giggles. “You know you’re hot.”

He let out another little hum, watching as your eyes drifted away from his, mind wandering to somewhere else. “And you’re always there for me when I need you. Like when I was dragged into all this supernatural bullshit because my best friend is a frickin’ banshee. You always looked out for me—“

He smiled softly, dark eyes meeting your hazy ones. “I’ll always have your back, you know that.”

“—and then I was finally realising how I felt, and you got possessed, which was terrifying. And then, we got you back, but we lost Alli, and I wasn’t ready to let anyone else get close to me. Then the whole dead pool thing didn't really give us much extra time for a declaration of my undying love. Then senior year was just-- I mean, Theo and everything else. . . and then you got erased from existence. Isn’t high school meant to be the best years of our lives?”

He was bewildered at your ramblings, his mouth hanging open ever so slightly eyes wide and eyebrows raised. No, you were just drunk; you didn’t even know what you were saying. He should just ignore it, get you to go to sleep and forget this ever happened. “God, I hope not.”

You let out a soft sigh, your thumbs running against his cheekbones gently. “Now we’re in college together; and you’re my best friend. I messed all this up, should’ve just kissed you at prom like I wanted to.”

“You wanted to kiss me at prom?”

You let out another giggle. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since the end of sophomore year. Your little buzzcut was so cute, you were like a pale, flannel wearing teddy bear.”

“Right.” He sighed, your level of intoxication becoming clear again as he gently pulled your hands from his face. “Lets get you into bed, okay?”

He turned his back to find some of that makeup removed he’d seen you use. Was it a pink bottle? Or a blue one? Actually he was pretty sure it was gree—

“I fell in love with you.” You muttered from behind him. He scolded himself when he felt his heart flutter and his thoughts flitter from his head at your words. You didn’t feel like this, not really, it was simply the copious amount of alcohol in your system talking.

“No,” he replied, once he’d found the face wash hidden in your bedside table. “You fell down the stairs. You really should learn how to hold your liquor.”

He tapped at the fresh cut just below your knee, from when you’d missed a step halfway up the stairs to your dorm only a half an hour ago, and you’d tumbled down them, landing in a laughing heap on the ground. Your eyebrows knitted together, leaning over to inspect the cut. “Oh yeah, I forgot about that— Hey! Don’t change the subject, Stilinski.”

“I mean it; this isn't the alcohol talking. Maybe, I have some liquid courage but that’s it. I’ve felt like this since I was fifteen years old, Stiles. I’m in love with you.”

He paused for a moment, face wash coated cotton pad held in mid air as he observed your expression, it was desperate, and frustrated; but also fuelled with the utmost love and appreciation.

“I love you.” You repeated, voice softer this time.

He hesitated, wanting to utter the words back to you desperately, for a moment, your were sure he was going to, your eyes twinkling with hope as you stared up at him.

“I should take your makeup off.”

Your head was pounding as you opened your eyes, your hand coming up to cradle your forehead as you winced at the sunlight gleaming through the window. You kicked the body beside you, hard, prompting him to curse before turning off whatever video he was watching on his phone. “Morning sunshine, how do you feel?”

You turned to face him, eyes narrow and mouth dry. “Fantastic.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, but it was clear that something else had been weighing on his mind. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, a soft gaze being cast over you. “Do you remember anything from last night?”

“You mean, do I remember getting sick all over the side walk and then falling down a slight of stairs once you’d managed to get me into the building? Yes, trust me; I remember it all.”

You couldn’t ignore the look of disappointment on his face at your words as you clambered out of bed, walking to the bathroom; turning on the shower to let the water heat up, before applying toothpaste to your toothbrush and walking back out into your room. You scrubbed at your teeth as you walked around the room, picking up your clothes from last night and tossing them in the laundry basket, only now noticing you were wearing one of Stiles’ t-shirts and a pair of pyjama shorts. You looked over at him, trying to word your next words carefully. Your toothbrush hung out of your mouth, foamy lips opening as you walked into the bathroom to spit.

“I also remember declaring my undying love for you in a way that was exactly like that one scene in ‘definitely, maybe’ where Ryan Reynolds declares his undying love for Isla Fisher? Except, maybe it was a little less angsty than theirs— but anyway, that doesn’t even matter. What matters is that I love you. And not to sound too egotistical, but I’m pretty sure you might love me too.” You were back in your dorm at this point, standing right in front of your bed, where he was staring at you with wide eyes.

“You really do love me? Like actually?”

You nodded, a smile being hidden as you bit down on your lip. “Do you love me too?”

He rolled his eyes fondly, quickly fumbling out of bed in his usual clumsy manner and cupping your face in his hands. “Are you kidding me? You're talking to the guy who's been mapping out our perfect suburban life with three kids and a golden retriever since I was six years old. Of course I love you.”

His lips found yours in a soft kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck as he held you close to him, a quiet hum of approval leaving his mouth. It perfectly showcased all the love and affection you’d both been hiding for years, your hands knotting in his hair before you pulled away reluctantly.

“I have to go shower.” You whispered against his lips.

He nodded, a big dopey grin on his face. “I have to go call Scott, and my dad— and everyone from high school. I got the fucking girl.”

“You haven’t even asked me to be your girlfriend yet, Stilinski.” You tutted falsely, standing in the doorway between your room and your bathroom.

“I think you’ve been my girlfriend for a long time, baby. I just think that we’re only catching on now.” He muttered. “But, nonetheless; my dad raised me right, so; will you be my girlfriend Ms. Y/L/N?”

“It’d be my honour, Mr. Stilinski.” You grinned. “Now, go call whoever you need to call. I’ll be in the shower if you want me.”

He paused, throwing his phone down on the bed as you pulled your shirt over your head; and he swallowed thickly. “You know what? I think my gloating can wait a couple hours.”

“A couple hours? You think you got that kind of stamina, Stilinski?” You teased, pulling your shorts down your legs and stepping into the shower.

“Guess we better find out.”

Toast

Echo x reader

Summary: after spending the night with Echo you wake up to make him some breakfast. Word count: 1,2k T/W: light non-explicit sexual implications and domestic Echo which should be a warning all by itself. A/N: This is purely self-indulgent.

Getting to spend the night with Echo was rare. Waking up with him not only still next to you but also still fast asleep was even rarer.

The clone seemed to have this sixth sense that made him wake up at the same time every day. Honestly, at this point it wouldn't even surprise you if the Kaminoans had in fact somehow managed to build that into his and his brothers DNA.

But today was one of those few mornings where you got to take in the sight of your boyfriend while he was asleep, expression relaxed and devoid of any worries and stress. It suited him.

His mouth was slightly open, small snores escaping him. Legs tangled with yours and his arm draped over your waist. 

You laid on your side, taking in the sight in front of you with a smile. Kriff, he was beautiful. And all fucking yours. All yours.

You turned, checking the time on Echo's comm device he' d left on your bed stand for the night. There were still a couple hours before he'd have to head off. Good, you would have time to make him some breakfast then. 

Carefully untangling your legs you slipped out of the bed. Not wanting to switch the lights on in fear of disturbing his sleep, you felt blindly on the floor, fingers clenching around the first item of clothing, which happened to be the top half of Echo's blacks.

You slipped it over your head and quietly padded out the room, taking one last affectionate look towards your boyfriend who was dead to the world on your bed. Kriffing cute.

Once in the kitchen you made a beeline for the kaff machine and started it going with two hot mugs for you both.

Just as the first mug was finishing off you heard your bedroom door shut, followed quickly by Echo rounding the corner into your kitchen.

You took him in as he lazily walked over to you, tan chest bare and the grey sweats you’d bought specially for him hanging deliciously low on his hips.  He pressed a sleepy kiss to your forehead and you smiled looping your arms around his neck

“Well good morning handsome"

He hummed, heavy eyes closed and forehead leaning against your own. "Morning to you too beautiful," he rasped. Stars, that morning voice.

The kaff machine beeped, making you break free of Echo's embrace and walk over to it, picking up both your mugs.

"Is that kaff?," he inquired, a hopeful look in his eyes.

"Mhm, sure is," you replied, passing him the biggest of the two steaming mugs and relishing in the excited look on his face.

"Thank you meshla," he pressed a chaste kiss to your temple

"You were supposed to stay asleep for longer," you pouted, "Was gonna make you a proper breakfast n' everything, kriff knows you need it after eating the GAR food every day,"

He chuckled, "Just this kaff is already perfect, don't worry baby,"

"Yeah but I wanted to do something nice for you Echo," you replied wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pressing a soft kiss on his lips before adding, "You deserve it,”

He smiled and kissed you back. A couple of beats of silence passed before Echo quietly broke it

"Y'know, we can always make our breakfast together," he suggested shyly, "I mean I can't promise I know what I'm doing but you can teach me, we have plenty of time.”

You perked up at his suggestion, eyes shining with excitement "Really?"

"Sure meshla," he chuckled, "Anything you want, just tell me what to do.”

You smiled wide, "Ok then trooper, what do you feel like eating this morning?"

"Literally anything is better than what they make us eat in the mess hall."

He smiled when you laughed. “Ok then, we’ll pick something nice and easy."

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"What do you mean you don't know how to use a toaster?"

He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck "The Kaminoans never really gave us cooking lessons." 

You looked at him dumbly before quickly coming back to your senses "Okay then… C'mere I'll show you" you beckoned him closer and he shyly came up to stand behind you.

You explained the steps for setting up the toaster, all while he watched you carefully yet intently over your shoulder.

It was one of the things you loved most about Echo, The genuine curiosity he had towards life and the natural desire to learn more were some of the first things that drew you to him and made him stand out between his other brothers.

"Ok then," you said, “You wanna give it a try?” He nodded and you stood back, watching him with a loving smile as his brow furrowed, fully concentrated on making this toast. He was definitely an ARC trooper alright. He carefully pushed the toast down, hand hovering over it for a second before turning to look at you for conformation. “Did I do it right?”

You chuckled at his uncertainty, stepping up on your tippy toes to give him a chaste kiss “You did it perfectly babe. Now we’ve just gotta wait a few minutes and it’ll be ready.”

He hummed and moved to wrap his arms around your stomach from behind "That I can do”

"Y’know" he whispered, lips brushing against your neck as he spoke "You look so fucking good in my blacks meshla”

You smirked and lent back, his chest pressing again your back. “I’m sure you’d like it better if I was out of them”

His warm hand slowly crept up your thigh, making you inhale sharply “Oh I certainly would” he purred into your ear.

“Maybe you should do something about it then” you teased slightly out of breath from the feeling of his hand creeping further up and slowly moving to your inner thigh.

He chuckled and began formulating a response when the toaster suddenly pinged, making him jump. You bit your lip to try to stop the smile threatening to spread across your face.

“Sorry”, you said trying to quell your giggles for the sake of his dignity, “Forgot to tell you it did that”

“Made me jump out my fucking skin” he swore. Unable to hold it any longer you burst out laughing. 

He smiled watching you “You look pretty when you laugh”

A blush spread across your cheeks, making him smirk and cup your cheek “And even prettier when you blush”

You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless, giving a quick kiss to his nose “C’mon you sweet talker, let’s finish this breakfast”

"Yes ma'am" he said with a mock salute and a goofy smile. You huffed out another laugh, playfully hitting his shoulder "Idiot"

"You know you love me," he teased, smile growing wider.

"Mhm, I do" you craned your neck to give him another peck on the lips. "Cause you're my idiot"

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Suds & Sponges || Stiles Stilinski x femReader

 Summary: Stiles does everything he can to see the cute girl at the car wash. Words: 6k Warnings: cute af stiles, he’s obsessed let’s be real, and reaallly awkward  Notes: this is a weird writing approach that i took.. it’s about Stiles’ perspective? idk?? dont hate it pls, also i started this off good and then i fkucked it up toward the end so.. sorry about that

Eyes squinted as you peered up to the sky; the blinding heat of the sun only partially blocked by your hand as it acted as a makeshift visor, your skin licked with Californian summer warmth on the parts of your body that weren’t shielded by your denim shorts or tied-front tank. The weather was utterly idyllic and served as the quintessential backdrop of your Saturday activities. Your focus was drawn toward your strawberry-blonde friend next, her hands gripping at her hips as she stood with poise, leadership strewn within her words and body language. Lydia was making sure that her senior prom fundraiser was getting underway, and as Student Body President, the girl wouldn’t accept any standard less than perfect. This explained the near army line-up of students who would be joining you in making some quick cash - some happily volunteering, others practically forced against their will by Lydia’s strength when it comes to persuasion. You, however, just couldn’t say no to some fun in the sun, or the way your friend’s doe green eyes bored into yours with the utmost pleading expression you’d ever come across.

You were all separated into small teams, and within a few minutes, were surrounded by fresh sponges and an array of water buckets. A couple of Sophomores were coaxed into standing outside of Beacon Hills High with glittery signs describing a car wash; their excitement oddly infectious as it began to draw in customers from the passersby. Several vehicles had already started a queue, and the addition of the summer hits playlist that Mason had put together had begun to sing loudly through the speakers scattered across the parking lot. 

You felt pumped as the atmosphere began to grow; the cooling temperature of the water acting as a stimulating contrast to the harshness of the sun, alongside the small chatter and laughs you shared between your teammates, Sydney and Malia. Lydia grinned wholefully and knowing that she was happy made you happy - except for the anticipated searching glances you would throw around every now and then, looking for the solid blue structure of a familiar jeep that had yet to make an appearance.

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It’s you I want for Christmas

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W stiles stilinski

Warnings- kissing, swearing.

Series- teen wolf

Summary- you and stiles are best friends but Christmas time brings around love. And stiles is tired of hiding the love he has for you.

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“Hey! stiles over here, what are you doing in town” I laughed running over and hugging him. “Y/n, What a coincidence” he giggled hugging me back. “How?” I pulled a funny face while being a bit confused.

“It’s nothing ignore me- I’m just doing some last minute Christmas shopping” he wiggled his eye brows. “Cutting it close huh, it’s Christmas Eve” “yeah well I have no clue what to get the person” stiles shrugged looking around at some of the shops.

“Well, Maybe i can lend you a hand I’m just about done here” I shrugged making my bags known. Stiles looked at me deeply and grinned. “I’d like that” he told me nodding his head. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from him, something about my best friend just drew me in. More than I could ever admit.

“Perfect- who’s the gift for” I shook my head subtly breaking the mesmerising spark that we had between us. “Uhhh well it’s a secret but it’s for a girl” “bit vague” I giggled nudging him as we began to walk through town. “I can’t give away much” he twinkled at me.

“Is she part of the pack?” I questioned but stiles just tapped his nose “all I’m saying is she’s very special to me- I want to ask her out and I want to get her something to show her how I feel” stiles told me. I tried to push down the feeling of pain twisting in my stomach. I tried to ignore the lump in my throat the want to cry. I tried my best to ignore the feelings I had for my best friend while we shopped for the girl who owned his heart.

“You alright y/n?” Stiles laughed shaking me slightly “yeah- of course I am it’s Christmas” i nodded forcing a smile. Stiles took my arm cheerfully “so where are we off to?” “Well what girls don’t like jewellery” I pointed to one of the shops close by. It was painted a dark green with golden curly writing at the top on a wooden frame. Stiles pushed the door open and the bell rang out.

He turned to me after shaking the snow off his face and coat. Stiles then put a gloved hand out and wiped the snow off my coat and out of my hair. We both giggled together flicking snow at one another. “Ugh I love the snow but I don’t love looking like a wet mess” I sighed removing my Beanie and my knitted cream mittens. “You never look a mess y/n, I don’t know how you do it” stiles shrugged with a cheeky smirk.

“Ooo that one’s pretty” I breezed past the compliment pointing at a necklace behind the glass. I appreciated it I did, but i couldn’t look past the fact we were in this shop for another girl. “Do you like that one?” He questioned coming behind me staring at it. Slowly I turned and looked up at him. Stiles was so handsome from his baby brown eyes to his soft skin. He was truly all I wanted for Christmas.

“It’s super pretty, but that’s just my opinion- what type of jewellery dose she wear” I asked softly, stiles looked down at me now. Our faces were inches away from another’s. “Do you actually know” I raised an eyebrow at him. Men don’t really pay attention to that stuff. “She wears a lot of gold jewellery and she has a lot of colourful stones” stiles told me while looking around the store.

My mouth hung slightly open “you- pay attention to detail” I announced walking around the little shop. “Well she takes a lot of time and effort to present her self- and she’s beautiful how could I not notice”. I turned around to look at him but he was already staring at me. My heart was pounding against my chest. I couldn’t listen to this anymore. “Well it sounds like we have similar taste so- this shouldn’t be too hard”

I sighed snapping the eye contact we were holding and looking through the shelves. Until my eyes laid upon something I couldn’t turn away from. While side eyeing it I noticed the price of the ring. “What are you looking at?” Stiles questioned trying to figure it out. “That ring but it’s-.” “-it’s beautiful” stiles cut in walking over. “It’s a lot of money sti” I joined him but I was completely mesmerised by it. “Trust me y/n she’s worth every penny and so is her happiness”

“This ring was once worn by a princess from England” one of the ladies that owned the shop walked by us. “It’s stunning” I batted my eye. “Is this the one?” Stiles turned to me smiling. “She will love it- I’m happy for you two” I rubbed his arm putting my feeling aside. “She hasn’t agreed to a date yet” stiles smirked side hugging me.

He brought the gold ring with a beautiful shiny square emerald in the middle of it. It had carved out gold swirls around the Center piece with tiny diamonds engraved. I waited outside for stiles to come out again. And he did so with a huge grin.  “I’m glad your happy” I clasped my hands together.

“What time are you and your family coming round tomorrow for Christmas?” Stiles asked me with his hands in his pockets. “Um- quite early I think around twelve” “perfect, I promise this Christmas will be better than last years there won’t be any fires this time” stiles laughed leading me towards the car park.

“Well it was entertaining watching your dad try and work the fire extinguisher” I held my stomach remembering. “What about when we were ten and your sister smashed your kitchen window trying to throw you a fork” stiles sniggered “oh my mum was so angry”. I stopped in front of my car looking up at him. “It really wouldn’t be Christmas with out you y/n” he hugged me tightly.

“Considering we’ve spent Christmas together since before we could walk- it really wouldn’t be the same with out you either sti” “thanks for all your help y/n” he pulled away fluffing my hair out. “So will your mystery girl- be coming tomorrow?” I wondered holding my breath for the answer. “Yes, she will be” he twinkled, I solemnly nodded “cant- wait to um meet her” I wiggled my eye brows. “I’ll see you tomorrow beautiful” stiles patted my arm before walking through the snow to his famous jeep.

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Christmas Day

*knock knock*

“HEY! Oh my god merry Christmas!” Stiles dad smiled opening the door welcoming us in. My mum and dad and two sister walked into the house singing Christmas songs and greeting the rest of stiles family. I walked in last with a bright smile. “Hey Noah thanks for having us this year” I hugged him “oh y/n Christmas isn’t Christmas with out the y/l/n’s here” “me and stiles said the same thing yesterday” I laughed softly while he closed the door.

“He’s in his room if you want to go up” Noah nodded in the direction of the stairs. “Thanks” I beamed making my way up to my best friend. I knocked on the door and pushed it open. “Yes come in” he laughed though it was too late. “H-hey” I stood awkwardly as stiles stood with his top in his arms. “Merry Christmas” he smiled softly “yes- yes merry Christmas” “what did you ask Santa for” stiles joked throwing on his top.

My heart beat slowed down now. “I asked him for… this Christmas to be just as entertaining as all the rest of ours” I jumped onto his bed laying down. “You look lovely anyway” he winked at me “not too bad your self stilinski” “so when’s the lucky girl arriving” i propped myself on my elbow. But again stiles just tapped his nose. “Sti Why are you being so weird about this? You tell me everything”

“because I value your opinion y/n- your the most important person to me so I need to- handle this right”. I was quite shocked that that’s what stiles came out with but- it was kind of nice. “Stiles! Y/n! We’re opening presents!” My mother yelled up to us. “We’re being summoned” he laughed picking up his phone and sliding it into his pocket. He put his arm out for me “m lady” “your such a joker” i sniggered shaking my head and walking past him.

Me and stiles had seats saved for us on the sofa. Everything went so fast wrapping paper flew everywhere. Laughter and chatter filled the air with everyone in the room loving Christmas together. Eventually all the younger kids went to play with there toys and all the adults went to talk in the kitchen about how drunk they plan on getting. Me and stiles stayed sitting on the couch.

“That was eventful” he laughed falling backwards getting comfortable. “Yeah but it’s not enough for me, something always goes funnily wrong, I need the entertainment” I widened my eyes with a grin. “Well I can’t say I disagree with you” he rubbed my knee. “Uh- your girl missed the presents, I wanted to her reaction”. Stiles laughed shaking his head “well technically all the presents haven’t been opened yet” stiles rolled his head over to look at me.

I pinched my eyebrows together and he jumped up and reached into the Christmas tree. “This is for you” he gave me a little present wrapped in sliver paper. “Sti are you serious- we made a pact when we were twelve that we wouldn’t buy each other presents” I sighed melting into the sofa. “Exactly we were twelve y/n” he laughed sitting down next to me. “Will you just open it” “if you promise me this is a one time thing because I feel so awful right now”

“One times thing” he put his hands up laughing. I sighed again but with a little smile now. I peeled open the neatly suck tape and out came a box. It was so pretty but when i opened up the lid my eyes expanded. “No- sti you gave me the wrong one” I shook my head but he was staring into my eyes. “No- y/n I didn’t” he admitted sitting up now.

“I don’t- understand you said there was a girl coming and that- you wanted to ask her out you can’t give this to me” I shook my head “you are the girl y/n” stiles started playing with his fingers. I didn’t know what to say to him. I was so confused and excited at the same time. “Y/n- say something” stiles half laughed. “So I’m the girl- you want to ask out?” I looked into his hypnotising brown eyes with a grin. Stiles nodded slowly. “Ask me out then”.

Stiles laughed, I couldn’t turn away from the boy. “Well, y/n y/l/n I happened to have fallen in love with my best friend and I’m really hoping I haven’t ruined anything with you by hoping that you- feel what I feel too” “I do” I blurted out jumping into a hug. “Fucking hell I thought you were in love with some random girl and you were bringing her round for Christmas” I pushed him gently pulling away. “I’m sorry I’m so sorry” stiles laughed his head off but grabbed onto my waist.

“I apologise, I am sorry but- your the only girl I’ve ever wanted” “I can’t believe you planned this whole thing I- your just- I’m in love with you too sti I have been for years” “i know how you feel I do” he smiled rubbing my hand. “I also planned this” stiles giggled pointing upwards to a Christmas mistletoe. “fuck it- I’ve wanted to do this for so long” I pulled our faces together. I could have sworn I heard fireworks go off in the background. The spark me and stiles had was so strong.

I really did love this boy and I wanted to bawl my eyes out when he told me there was another girl. But to find out all this planning was all for me made me feel so special. “Stiles! Y/n- Noah left his gun and your father y/n has just shot it through a window shattered it and then shattered Noah’s car windscreen” my mother came in laughing her head off. Just as she was rambling she caught us kissing.

“Are you two- are you- was that what I think it was?” She stuttered smiling a wide smile. “We uh…” I trailed off with a smirk of my own. “Yeah we have something to tell you” stiles nodded with a little shrug. “And- everyone else” I added in sliding the ring on my left hand. My mother just continued smiling while bobbling her head at us holding hands.

“Guys! It finally happened” she yelled out into the house walking away.

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The days sped by, coming home from Switzerland after spending the holidays with his family. You two had gone home after the season, spending 2 weeks there before heading to Switzerland and spending another few weeks there. 

With all the craziness, you two forgot that you decorated your apartment even though you wouldn't be there. You had joined Mick for the last few races before you two came home. 

It was your first Christmas in the new place so of course you had to decorate. 

It was now approaching the end of December and the days are tumbling towards January. 

You dropped down on the couch next to your boyfriend, legs swinging onto his lap. Mick rubbed your legs softly, his eyes fixed on the football game on tv. “We need to take this stuff down.” 

“Yeah,” he mumbles, not really paying attention. 

“I can do the tree but I need you to do the lights, I’m not gonna almost bust my ass again.” You say with a chuckle; when you were putting up the lights, Mick startled you and you almost spilled off the stool and busted your ass. 

Nonchalantly, he says; “We can leave the Christmas lights up ‘till January.”

“Because you like them or you can’t be bothered to take it down?” You look at your boyfriend, a pointed look on your face. 

The man smiles, “both.” He chuckles, patting your leg. 

“Now hush, please. We're up by 1,” he turns his attention back to the screen and you smile, shifting positions to curl against his side. Mick’s arm instinctively wraps around you, holding you against his side as he watches the game. 

The fact that they never took Tech to a space casino to hustle people at cards is such Bullshit they could have made so much money in a single night doing that .

Phee babysits Omega for them and they all go to space Las Vegas and it just turns into the Star Wars version of The Hangover

Like it would be so funny cause it would probably just look like this