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Stiles is the type of boyfriend who DEMANDS a picture of your nails after you get them done.

He loves when you do them more on the longer side: they feel good when they scratch the back of his head (or his back when you have sex) and they make your hands look so, so pretty!

He's a simp for French long nails, round and almond shapes, dark colors like dark blue or dark red and the ones that have a "pearly" effects or chromatic ones...

but he hates the stiletto shape, he thinks "they're too sharp and they “don't feel good on his skin" and that it "reminds him of werewolves".

And he also gives opinions and helps you choose the next nails you want to do, explaining why he likes them or not.

「one year anniversary gone wrong 」 Stiles Stilinski x F!reader

Requested by @krissyiscomingforyou 🩷

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You knew it was a bad idea when Stiles proposed it: as romantic as a date far enough to look down at the city lights is, with his jeep you knew there was going to be some problems... like, for example, it breaking down without any warning just as you were about to end your date. 

"Stiles, I'm going to kill you" you say and if looks could kill he would certainly be dead. Your reaction is excused tho, you're in the middle of nowhere, without appropriate clothes for the cold autumn night that is coming and without a car that could take you back home. 

He doesn't look at you, one because he's focused on looking at the jeep's motor in fake, deep concentration, and two because he doesn't feel like seeing your death stare directed at him.  "Now you're being dramatic" he says while walking back to the passengers seat to take the toolbox and the torch. "Could you help me with this?" he asks giving you the light and you sigh while nodding your head.

As Stiles begins to move what seems very important parts of the car around you look warily at him, "not that i don't trust you, but do you know what you're doing?" you ask and he briefly looks at you sheepishly. 

"yeah well, not really... but maybe by tentatives something will change...? i think?" he says and you can't help the smile that grows on your lips, after all, the night was perfect: Stiles prepared a wonderful but simple night under the stars with take out food from your favourite restaurant, candle lights and fluffy blankets to keep you warm... you don't feel like putting a bad mood between you two for a small accident that is not even his fault. You move the light to illuminate better the place he is working on. 

"One would think that after all the times this car broke down you would become a pro at repairing it" you tease and he chuckles. 

"Roscoe has a new problem everyday, it's hard to keep up, you know?" you chuckle at that and you both stay silent for half an hour expect for suggesting new things to try out. 

"I'm gonna try to call your dad, maybe he can come pick us up" you propose while taking out your phone only to find out that there is no signal. You don't worry about your parents, you already told them you would be spending the night at Stiles' house and you're glad at least them won't have an heart attack tonight. "No signal... fuck, what should we do? the city is too far to go back walking" you say worried, being trapped near a forest in Beacon Hills in the middle of the night is not on your wish list. 

He sighs annoyed and closes the dashboard of the car with more force than necessary. "No it wouldn't be safe" he says in contemplation while looking around, his lips pursued and brows furrowed. "I'm sorry, this is not how the night was supposed to end" he says disappointed and you hurry to walk to stand before him. The thumb of your free hand smoothes the furrowed slit between his brows to make it disappear.

"Don't worry about it Sti, it's not your fault" you kiss his lips briefly before caressing his cold cheek softly. "We could sleep in the back seats for tonight and tomorrow morning we'll try to start the car again" you propose and his hands wraps around your waist even if his eyes don't meet yours, clearly still disappointed by how the night ended. 

"We don't have many other choices, do we?" he looks at the car like it just betrayed him in the worst way possible. 

"Glaring at it will not make it work, baby" you say laughing while wrapping your arms around his neck. 

"Maybe not, but it doesn't hurt to try" Stiles answers immediately and his hands slips in the back pockets of your denim skirt as he turns his head to look at you. "I'm really, really sorry baby, this wasn't suppo-" you interrupt him with a kiss.

"Stop apologizing." your assertive tone shuts him up "this night has been far too perfect to be mad at you... or at your Jeep" he smiles at that and connects your lips together in a sweet kiss. 

"Happy one year anniversary" he mumbles and you smile, you're so in love with him. 

"Happy anniversary, Sti'" your smile makes him grin. "How about we try get some sleep?"

Stiles hesitates for a few seconds before nodding his agreement. "Yeah...yeah okay, you're right, let's just hope the backseat is big enough for two people" he says, trying to keep his voice cheerful which only makes it sound bitter.

"it was big enough when we had fun last night" you tease and Stiles genuinely chuckles while opening the backdoor and motions you to get in first.

"maybe we should stop having sex in my jeep, it might have broken down because we went too hard in it" he says as he climbs in after you so that your back is pressed to his chest and his legs are on either side of you, his back against the door. 

"yeah sure, thats the only plausible reason" you scoff as Stiles covers your body with the fluffy blanket he brought.

"you have a better theory?" he asks wrapping his arms around you, his warmth slowly creeping up on your cold body and you move backwards to try and get more contact between him and your body.

"I might have a few here, listen: dead battery, faulty spark plugs or coil, flooded engine-" 

"Ok stop, you're turning me on right now" he whispers against the back of your neck and you chuckle at that, pushing your body further against his.

"ew, that's weird!" you answer.

"How is that weird? You're listing out car parts that tone of voice! how do you expect me to react?" he asks, holding you tighter against his chest.

"what tone of voice?" you ask confused.

"you know the little know-it-all super sexy tone you use? When you're acting all sassy and sarcastic to correct me on something..." he says with a smile and you can feel his lips brush against your ear as he talks making you shiver.

"so... womansplaining? does that even exist?" you ask and your hand goes to his cheek to keep him there. 

"mhmh yeah" he says nuzzling his face on your hand, you can feel his lips on your palm and you move your fingers against the curve of his face gently "I call it sassyplaining but whatever works" he murmurs into your skin, his lips moving to your wrist.

You giggle "i don't know if I should feel flattered or offended." 

"why would you feel offended?" he asks pressing a kiss to your pulse point "it's a compliment, it means that you're a smart, know-it-all, sexy and confident woman, what's not to like?" his nose travels up your neck and then he plants a kiss right behind your ear.

"uhm, the fact that you just called me 'little know-it all'? maybe? It's not exactly a compliment." 

"little as in cute," he clarifies against the skin of your neck while he moves to kiss and nibble at a sensitive spot that makes your breath hitch, "the know-it-all as in super hot" he says while his hand slips between your naked thighs to warm his hand up. 

"You're cold." you squirm uncomfortably against your boyfriend but he doesn't budge."

"I know! And you're like my personal heater baby, move closer, please" he says wrapping his arms around your torso in a tight embrace before pulling you flush up against his chest.

You huff but comply as you sit still between your boyfriend's legs and rest your head on his shoulder.

"we should sleep" you mumble while wrapping your arms around the arm that is circling your shoulders and chest to curl up on him. 

"yeah yeah, I know" he mumbled as he plants a kiss to the top of your head before resting his cheek on it, his free arm tucks  the blanket tighter around your body, making sure there is no cold spot between the two of you. "Good night baby" he says softly against your hair and you let out a hum of agreement. 

"good night Sti" you reply before slowly drifting off to the comfort of his body against yours.

The next morning you're woken up by a loud voice. You're still on the passengers seat of your boyfriend's Jeep, the blanket is draped over you and Stiles jacket is under your head as a make shift pillow. Still half-asleep you stretch and sit up while rubbing your eyes, your neck is stiff and your entire body is sore and aching from the uncomfortable positions you slept in. 

You look out of the car, much to your relief you're not on the cliff anymore and you recognize Stiles house right away. Your eyes move to the porch and you see Stiles with- oh, his dad... his dad with a really angry expression on his face and an accusatory pointed finger pressed to his son's chest. 

You hurry to get down from the car to help your poor boyfriend. 

"Dad I swear the car bro-" Stiles tries to explain but before he can say anything the Sheriff interrupts him with a scoff.

"Your car 'broke down' in the middle of nowhere while you were on a date with your girlfriend? just like yesterday? very convenient, do you think I'm that stupid?

"okay, last time was a lie but I'm telling the truth now!" Stiles explains. 

"okay Stiles that's it, I'm taking the Jeep keys away."

Stiles gasps in disbelief "you can't do that! I need the car!"

"I can and I will, if your Jeep decides to magically break down every time you and your girlfriend are alone" the Sheriff says with an angry tone.

"sir I promise it's the truth!" you intervene as you reach them.

The Sheriff looks at you, still tired and wrapped in the blanket you slept with. He looks displeased at both of you for a few seconds before letting out a heavy sigh and pinching the bridge of nose between his fingers. "Please tell me you're telling the truth and the Jeep really broke down in the middle of nowhere last night" he says clearly tired of his son's antics.

"it's true, we didn't want to walk in the dark in the middle of the forest and decided to sleep in the car, I promise" you answer and the Sheriff sighs again at your words while looking at his son with a disapproving look.

"I swear to God if I find out that you two lied to me and you just wanted to-" but before he can finish the sentence Stiles interrupts him with a horrified look on his face.

"Dad! Can you please stop here?" Stiles begs with burning red ears.

He look at you again suspiciously before closing his eyes, he doesn't have any proof you're lying, after all. "...Alright, I believe you" he finally says and Stiles scoffs.

"Seriously?! You believe her over me?!" he asks and you suppress the smile that is growing on your face.

"Yes, because she doesn't lie to me almost every week" his dad replies and his son whispers a small 'unbelievable' 

"No you're unbelievable" the Sheriff responds "You're still grounded: no Jeep, outside school's uses and no girlfriend."

"WHAT?!" both you and Stiles exclaims at the same time, the only difference is that his voice comes as whiny and desperate while yours is just shocked surprise.

"keep going and it will be two weeks." 

"Dad c'mon-" Stiles protests but you quickly interrupt him.

"Stiles shut up, now." you glare at him. 

"but he-"

"Stiles! Shut. Up." He looks at you with betrayed eyes but closes his mouth nonetheless, arms crosses to his chest like a child.

"I swear it won't happen again, Sir, we're both really sorry... right Stiles?" you nudge his shoulder with yours.

"yes, it won't happen again and yes, we're sorry" he repeats back while not looking at neither you or his father, still sulking with his arms crossed to his chest.

"Good, at least one of you is being mature" he says while nodding his head and then he finally turns to go at the front door. "Now, take her back home and come here immediately, if you're not here again in 30 minutes it will be not one, not two but three weeks" he orders his son before walking into the house and closing the door behind himself.

Stiles glares at the door for a second before he turns to look at you and sighs "three weeks, can you believe this?" he says shaking his head like he just got betrayed in the worst way possible.

"if we hurry it will be only one, come on!" you drag him by his hand towards his car.

He groans, clearly still annoyed by the situation and you can see that he's dying to protest but he only opens the door of the car. "Yeah let's just get it over with" he mumbles in irritation while you hop on.

At the end, Stiles got three weeks of detention because, of course, the 'see you on Monday at school' kiss turned into a whole make-out session in the back seats that lasted more than 20 minutes.

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you should do a stiles fic/blurb/imagine based of off the song not a lot, just forever by adrianne lenker. like a fluff fic where reader and stiles are just so in love with eachother.

「not a lot, just forever」 Stiles Stilinski x F!reader

a/n: this was so fun but so hard to write, thank you for requesting anon, I loved writing it!🩷

warning: none really, aged up characters (18 in the first, 23 in the other two).

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And your dearest fantasy 

Is to grow a baby in me

I could be a good mother

And I wanna be your wife

"you know you're like- the prettiest girl in the world?" he slurs as you make him sit on the bed, his drunk and sleepy body doesn't protest as he falls lazily on it.

"Am I now?" you ask with a smile and he nods with a dopey grin, his pupils slightly dilated and hair messy from the night he spent with Scott in a bar, 'bro's night', as they call it. 

He nods, the dopey grin staying as he continues to look at you with what he thinks is a flirty look, but in reality is just him looking at you in a drunk daze. "You should model." He says and leans back, his arms holding him up as he looks you up and down

You giggle "so love really is blind" you say as you take the hem of his shirt to take it off him. 

His smile disappears like you actually offended him. "don't say that." he raises his arms to help you in the task and his hair get even messier than before. "Every time I look at you, it's like-" he lets out a soft sigh, the alcohol in his veins is making him more sentimental than usual. "it's like I forget how to breathe."

"baby how much did you drink?" your worried but amused tone makes him grin again.

"A.. a lot." he admits, his grin is somewhat guilty as he sits there in just his jeans. "I lost count after the seventh shot." he mutters and sighs annoyed at his lids that are feeling heavier than normal and his spinning head.

"Stiles! what made you think that was a good idea?" you scold him while making him wear his sleep shirt. 

"Scott... He said I couldn't handle that many shots in a row and I wanted to prove him he was wrong." he admits and pulls the shirt on with your help, groaning as he leans against the headboard. "Turns out... I was wrong."

You stifle a laugh. "Of course you were." you reach down to unbutton his jeans. 

"Hey now, who said you could do that?" he teases lazily and takes your fingers in his to stop them. "I'm still sober enough to do it myself, y'know."

"yeah? go on then." you raise again and put your hands on your hips expectantly

Stiles chuckles and clumsily stands on his feet to undo them himself, but his vision is going all swirly and his hands feels numb. "Uhm," he mutters and blinks a few times before looking up at you with almost pleading, puppy eyes. "Just- help a lil' tipsy guy here, yeah?"

You roll your eyes amused and help him take them off, his eyes looking at all over you as you do. "Mm, you're pretty," he mumbles as he leans down to kiss your cheek, his minty breath caused by the freshly brushed teeth hits you as he reaches for your lips

"you already said that." you say on his mouth as his jeans fall at his feet. "Now get under the covers and sleep." 

He grabs you by the hips and groans in protest, pulling you closer to him. "Can't sleep yet.. I gotta make out with my girlfriend first." He murmurs but lets you push him towards the bed behind him until he's lying down.

"Maybe tomorrow Sti'" you join your boyfriend on the bed, covering the both of you with the duvet and he doesn't waste time to lay his head on your chest with a pleased groan.

"God, this is the life!" he almost moans on your boobs as he slips his hands under your nightdress to hug you closer. You giggle and hug him back, a hand on his hair to comb his brown and messy locks back to soothe him to sleep. 

"Mm.." he hums at the feeling of your hand on his head, his face nuzzles against your chest. "I love you." He slurs, his voice a bit groggy and tired as he lets his lids close, the warmth of your body and the alcohol in his system making his mind feel fuzzy.

"I know." 

"Hey! Say it back." he murmurs, his voice sounding a lot like a spoiled toddler, in his drunken state he didn't even notice you quoted Star Wars but oh well, too bad for him.

"I love you" you reply and kiss his forehead. 

"Mmh.." he hums happily and buries his head back in his favorite place. "I want to marry you" he confesses a few minutes later just when you thought he fell asleep.

"we'll have to wait a few more years for that."

"But- why?" he whines and looks up at you, a pouty look on his sleepily, drunken face. "I want to marry you now."

"Now, as in now? you in your batman themed boxers and me in a nightgown?" you ask jokingly as your thigh goes to rests over his hip.

A wide grin takes over his expression. "That would be perfect." he says and moves his hand from under your nightie to your thigh, his fingers gripping at the soft flesh.

"There was that song, what does it say? 'I like shiny thing but I'd marry you in paper rings'" he sings lazily with a slurred voice "was it Taylor Swift? oh I love Taylor Swift" he rambles and you giggle amused against his forehead. 

One of his hands begins to trace random patterns on your thigh. "Seriously... if I asked you, would you say yes?" he asks suddenly and looks up at you, his puppy dog ​​eyes almost pleading.

You open your mouth to answer but he beats you to it. 

"Wait- no." he interrupts and hides his face again. "Don't tell me yet, I want it to be a surprise." 

"okay" you sigh and pat his back... like you would actually answer him in these conditions. 

"Good" he mutters, his lids feeling heavy as he lets himself succumb to sleep. "Gotta make it a super-super surprise." He mumbles against your skin before he is out, his breathing soft and steady against your body, completely snuggled up to you.

You smile down at his asleep state, you actually really like drunk Stiles. 

Not a lot, just forever

Intertwined, sewn together

Like the rock bears the weather

Not a lot, just forever

"what about this?" he asks, throwing himself on the millionth bed of the store. 

"Stiles stop throwing yourself on every mattress you see" you scold him from the end of the bed with your arms crossed to your chest, you look like a mom with her toddler right now.

he gives you a cheeky smile and rolls onto his stomach, burying his face in the comforter and looking up at you.  "But why? I'm having fun," he replies, his voice slightly muffled.

"I can see that, but I'm tired of sleeping on an single inflatable mattress full of  holes, I would like to fall asleep on a bed and wake up at the same height I fell asleep in, not on the floor because it deflated during the night and I would love to have it by the end of the week."

Your boyfriend rolls onto his back, propping himself up with his elbows and looking up at you with offended eyes. "what's wrong with my camping mattress?" 

"you really want me to start?" you ask raising your eyebrows as to challenge him.

He looks at you up and down while pondering the answer. "no... not really, you're probably right anyway."

you nod in a 'thought so' manner and walk by his side to sit next to him on the exposed mattress under his amused eyes. 

"Can I just say that if you had listened to me two weeks ago now we would be sleeping in the bed that was in my room in Beacon Hills?"

"It was too small to sleep for two people but too much of a hassle to move from beacon Hills to here! it's easier to buy a bigger one here" 

"It wasn't too small for two people, we slept there just fine" he protests, reaching out to pinch your thigh.

"maybe you slept well because if I didn't let you stay in the middle you'd have a crisis! but I didn't have room to move and I always found myself sleeping on top of you." you reply while pointing an accusatory finger on his chest.

he rolls his eyes dramatically as you speak, letting out a quiet huff.  "that's not true!" he chuckles, wrapping his hand around your finger and giving it a light kiss before dropping it. "I seem to remember you falling asleep on top of me, more than the other way around." 

you roll your eyes "I assure you that if I had had the space to move I would not have slept on you, you'll see it when we'll have a bed big enough to move."

he gives you a smirk, tilting his head back to smirk up at you. "oh yeah? and what if I want you to fall asleep on top of me?" he asks with a grin while sitting up.

"aw, you'll get over it" you peck his pout.

"Oh, I doubt it, I can be very clingy."

"I know that... so what do you think about this?" you bounce on the bed a few times to feel the softness under you.

He props himself up in his elbows, looking down at the bed as you jump on it. 

"I don't know... it's not soft enough"

you nod "I agree"

his gaze turns to a bed a couple of feet away.  "what about that one?" he asks, jerking his head slightly in the direction of the bed.

You stand up "let's try it, come on baby."

when two days later the bed you two have chosen is finally built in your house (in five hours because you and Stiles are not exactly born to build things) you're more than exited to finally throw away that damn mattress and sleep at least a cm away from your boyfriend. 

Stiles flops back onto the bed, a sigh escaping his lips as he lets his body sink into the sheets and the comforter.  "God, this is paradise." he murmurs, his eyes closed and a content smile on his lips. "Look!" he says and proceeds to roll from one corner of the bed to the other. "You can roll over 4 times and a half!"

You giggle as you put on his shirt to sleep in, you only hope the bed is not gonna give up overnight, considering the fact that you and Stiles found three screws left out after finishing assembling it. "I'm glad you like it."

"I love it," he replies and pats the bed beside him. "come here." You comply and he immediately wraps his arms around waist when you slide beneath the covers next to him, tugging gently to drag you on top of him. "Mmm, much better" he murmurs and presses a kiss on your forehead.

"It is" you mumble "well, goodnight Sti'" you mutter before detaching from him to move on your side of the bed.

"wait wha- where are you going?" he asks with a slight frown as he sits on his elbows.

You turn your head to look at him "to sleep...?"

Stiles lets out a quiet sigh and rolls his eyes. "Be for real and get back here." he murmurs, reaching a hand out to tug on your wrist.

"no, no I have to show you I can sleep on my side if I have enough space."

Your boyfriend sighs disappointed before a smile appears on his face. "You know what? do as you wish" he says before kissing your cheek and laying down on his back again, you want to slap that stupid grin off his face. 

"thank you." you sass back and turn off the lamp on your bedside. 

You turn back to face him and curl on yourself, ignoring the snickers coming from your boyfriend and try to fall asleep... only to soon find out that the task is harder than expected. You move to lay on your back. Then on your side again. Then on your other side, but still nothing. 

Stiles' breath is becoming slower and deeper as the minutes pass and you envy him as he moves on his side towards you, deep asleep only 15 minutes after your conversation. 

How can he fall asleep so fast? 

As if to answer your question, from his mouth escapes a pair of soft snores and you huff annoyed, that's it, you're too tired to prove him right. 

You kneel next to him and push his right shoulder enough to make him fall on his back gently, he grunts in his sleep with a frown and you wait a few seconds until his expression relaxes again to continue with your plan. You take his left arm and stretch it out horizontally to carefully lay your head on his shoulder and to slot your body on his side, one of your legs finds its place between his as usual and your arm hugs his waist to you. 

You sigh in contempt as you feel his warmth under you and his scent under your nose... finally, a few minutes later, your eyes close sleepily and you shift even closer to him with a satisfied 'mh'. You don't pay attention when his arms move to wrap around you...

"I knew it."

"shut up." 

Through your eyes I see

A smile you bring to me

To your joy, I tether

When Stiles started to work at FBI everyone told him it was going to be hard, especially the first few years: with all the creepy criminal cases, the never ending paperwork, the unpaid overtime he does without realizing it because he is too immersed in the cases he was assigned and so on... He loves his job, of course. But he soon realized that his favorite part of the day is not when he's working... it's when his shift has ended and he opens the door of your shared apartment where you're probably in already waiting for him.

"Babe I'm ho- oh, you're here...?" he says with a confused frown, placing his backpack down and simultaneously loosing the tie on his neck. 

"Hi baby" you kiss his lips and move his hands away to untie it yourself, more to keep your nervous hands occupied than to actually help him "how was your day?" you ask and when he tries to move into the house you block his way again.

"it was good... and yours?" he asks and you nod with pursued lips, your eyes avoids his and focus on his neck to unbutton the shirt "mhmh, good". 

Stiles narrows his eyes at you suspiciously. "What did you do?" He asks you with a small smirk, letting you unbutton his shirt but still trying to go a few steps more into the house.

You scoff "why are you assuming I did something?" you ask.

He scoffs right back at you in return but still gives you a small smirk, his hands rest on your hips to squeeze them "because you're literally stopping me from coming in, clearly nervous and suspiciously fidgeting with my shirt to avoid my eyes" he lists, his hands sliding a little farther down to slip in the pockets of your jeans.

"you're a really great detective, aren't you?" you ask trying to change the subject. 

Stiles chuckles and leans closer to you to get a good look at your flustered face "you're dodging the question and I still want an answer"

You sigh and throw your arms around his neck to hug him "Stiles, promise you won't get mad" you beg him.

"Should I be worried?" he asks and before he can have the chance to hug you back you break the hug. 

"No, no I mean- its not something bad, its cute... yeah its cute" you smile encouragingly, maybe more at yourself than at him. 

"ok, now I'm confused" he sighs and lets go of you.

"maybe I should just show you" you grab his hand and guide him to the living room. He scans the room to see if there's anything different but it doesn't seem to be anything wrong at first glance. 

You let go of his hand to walk behind the back of the couch and lean down "I don't see anyth-" he hears a loud meow "-oh..." he says when you raise again: in your arms comfortably lays a small white kitten with bright blue eyes.

"I know we just moved in and that we said we're not ready for a pet... but she was in the streets alone and I looked for her mom everywhere and she was cold and starving and... and I know you're more of a dog person but isn't she the cutest angel you've ever seen?" you caress her small head as you walk back towards him. "-And I know I should've talked to you about it earlier but my heart couldn't let her there" you look down at the kitten. 

He sighs and meets you halfway "baby... we just moved in..." you nod ands whisper a small 'I know', you can feel tears prickling in your eyes. 

"And taking care of a cat is expensive..." you nod again, already giving up the idea of keeping her and call a friend you know would love to have her. Both his hands rub the face of the kitten and she immediately starts to purr "so how did you name her?" he asks and your face light up immediately, you look at him with big, wide eyes.

"really?! can we keep her?!" you ask with a higher pitch voice than normal.

"of course we ca-" your lips smash against his lips repeatedly and he smiles while trying to reciprocate them. 

"what- did I do- to deserve you?" you ask between the kisses and he hums in content at the love you're giving him. 

He shakes his head and gives you one last gentle kiss on your lips before moving back a little to look down at the bundle of fur you hold in your arms "what's her name?" he asks.

"Marie" you say proudly while giving her to him.

He raises an eyebrow at you, looking at you with a soft, but teasing smile "wasn't that one of the names for our future baby?" he asks and slowly starts to walk backwards towards the couch, Marie purring all the while in his arms.

"It is! and... her mom is Duchess" he looks back at you, the smile on his face turns into a frown. 

"Excuse me, what?" You grimace at his expression and run into the bedroom to come out of it seconds later with a sheepish smile on your face and another white, bigger cat in your arms. "Oh baby... no" he says throwing his head back against the cushions, Marie climbs unbothered on his chest. He groans and looks up at you, a pout on his face and a very clearly annoyed expression "two? really?!" he asks but still caress the white fur of Marie, his eyes never leaving her mom's same fur. 

"they're a family! we cannot separate them, and she will take care of her own baby, so technically we'll take care of Duchess and she'll take care of Marie!" you sit next to him "and the vet said they're both as healthy as they can be, just sightly starved, he said they were probably abandoned not too long ago" you explain while Duchess sniffs her baby in your boyfriends arms.

"are you seriously trying to guilt-tripping me into keeping them?!" he asks and you bite your lips guiltily and an hopeful expression on your face.

"is it working?" Duchess walks out of your arms and towards your boyfriend's lap.

He sighs again "yeah, yeah it is" he answers making you smile lovingly at him, how could you be so lucky. Your boyfriend shakes his head in disbelief, but the smile betrays him right away "did you really call them after the Aristocats? wait- were you planning on calling our future daughter after Marie from the Aristocats?" 

"well, they're both, girls, white and cute, how could I not?" you answer and decide to ignore his second question, what's wrong with naming your kid after a cat anyway?

"well, I guess it checks out" he says, his hands are still caressing Marie and Duchess but his eyes are not leaving yours "you're lucky I love you, you know?"

"I know, and I love you too" you say kissing his cheek "soooo?" you ask anxiously.

Your boyfriend looks back at the two cats on his lap. "fuck... okay, we'll keep them" he says and in response you throw your arms around his neck to pepper his cheek with sweet kisses. He basks into your kisses just as pleased as before, the cats making themselves comfortable on his legs "but we're not getting anymore, understood?" 

"ooor we could look for-"

"absolutely not." he says firmly.

"but you didn't even let me finish!" you protest.

He light scolds you with his eyes "is your plan to get two more kittens, one orange and one black, to call them Toulouse and Berlioz so you can make the whole Aristocats family?" he asks.

You open your mouth in shock, he knows you too well. "see? you're wrong, that's not what I was going to say at all." you lie.

He gives you a knowing smirk and raises his eyebrows at you "oh yeah? And what were you going to say, then?" he asks with raised eyebrows and a fake surprised tone in his voice.

"...I hate you" you huff while sitting down next to him, Stiles opens his arm when he sees you move and you lay your head on his shoulder, his arm rests around your shoulders and you hug his waist.

He chuckles softly and kisses your temple. "What? You just told me you love me".

"I didn't know the real you a minute ago." you sigh.

"yeah right... I love you too, baby" he says as he rubs your back under your shirt in the way he knows you love "but if I see another cat in this house..." he threatens and you raise your head to look at him.

"what will you do?" you taunt him.

Stiles smiles like he already won "I'll kick you out." 

You gasp in fake shock "you would never!" 

"yeah? try me."

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Requests for Stiles Stilinski officially open!

stiles first time with super nervous virgin reader??

Hi, I'm so very sorry but I'm not good at writing smut yet and it will take a lot of time for me to write it, but @/star-stilinski has a beautiful and sweet fic that's exactly what you're looking and that I know you'll love!

Sorry again, I promise I'll write it in the future, just not now 🫶🏻.

the urge to just hold stiles face and be so sweet to him because he dosent deserve literley any of the treatment he gets from anyone

「sleepless nights」 Stiles Stilinski x F!reader

tw: traumas, implied violence, nightmares, set right after the end of season 3.

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"Stiles, come to bed." you stir out of your sleep, the empty spot next to you is cold, signaling that he woke up already a while ago, if he ever actually slept. He's sat at his desk, head against his arms on the wooden table, his back is facing you as you get out of the warm sheets to reach him. "Baby," you rub his back delicately as to not scare him and he raises his head to look at you: his eyes are dull and accentuated by two, deep black circles. You give him a tight lipped smile, "you need sleep."

He just shakes his head.

"No." He answers curtly. He refuses to go back to bed, to sleep, to possibly let that thing take control of him again. "I'm fine." He answers and diverts his eyes from you.

"no you're not, you're tired and you need to sleep." You turn his chair around to make Stiles look at you.

He lets you turn the chair easily, his eyes look at you, the bags under them even prominent in the dim light coming from outside the window, "I can handle being tired." He replies stubbornly, but his eyes are telling you that he is already worn out and just when you're about to answer he keeps on going.

"-what I can't handle though, is dreaming over and over about what he- what I did." His voice trembles as he speaks and your heart breaks a little when his eyes become teary. It's the first time he talks about what happened and for the whole past week, after the Nogitsune was defeated, you've tried at least once a day to make him open up: enough to make him understand that you were ready to listen and be there for him but not so much as to make him feel under pressure.

"what he did, Stiles, that wasn't you, it was never you." You kneel in front of him.

"I know-" Stiles answers, his voice becoming thick, "I know that, but- but it was my body, wasn't it? I was there, inside of it, watching." He admits, his head hits the back of his chair repeatedly and his eyes closes shut, like he's trying to get something out of his head.

“I- I can't stop thinking about it." he whispers, opening his glassy eyes to look at you again, you grab his hands, they're cold against your skin and he grips them strongly to hold on something. "Allison is dead, she died because I wasn't strong enough to control him no... because he knew I was weak enough to control and the things my body did to Coach, to Kira and Scott... to you... How can you even look at me after all I did?" he lets out a sarcastic laugh and your own eyes become teary at the mention of Allison.

"No one thinks that what happened is your fault, Allison is not dead because of you, Scott and Kira didn't get hurt because of you and neither did I." You squeeze his hands and bring them closer to you, his bust falls forward until his elbows rest on his knees and his head his slumped in front of your face.

"When the Nogitsune did those things I didn't feel your hands, I didn't see your eyes, I didn't hear your voice." your fingers move to grab his face and caress it softly, he looks at you from between his eyelashes: vulnerable, guilty, and so, so tired.

"How can you say that?" He asks you, and his voice is shaky. "How can you be so sure? Maybe I am evil." he whispers, keeping his eyes close, and you can't help but shake your head as he nuzzles his face in your hands.

"Because everything was so different with him: he was colder, angrier... it was evil, everything that you're not, everything that I'm not seeing right now." your thumbs are placed under his eyes, ready to catch the tears that are threatening to escape.

He leans into your touch, his tired eyes closing and a shaky breath leaving his lips. His shoulders slump forward and his head falls against your shoulder, the wet sensation of his tears against your skin is followed by his breath, like he's trying to fight a sob, trying to control himself. "I don't want you to see me this way," he whispers.

"I don't mind and you shouldn't either, I want to know what's going on in your head all the time, from the dumbest thing to the most serious one, that's what I'm here for." you kiss his temple.

His hands move away from your grip to grab your hips instead, his fingers grip at your skin in an attempt to hold onto himself as he buries his face in your shoulder, trying to hide, embarrassed. He whispers hoarsely, "I don't want to be a burden."

"You're not! You could never be a burden to me, Sti'... You're always there for everyone, always ready to help, let me do this for you, let me be the one to help you this time." You whisper against his temple and it seems to break the last bit of his wall as he finally lets his dam break, his body trembles against you as he finally lets out a broken sob, his chest heaving in a pathetic attempt to keep crying quietly.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he says on repeat, his arms tighten around your hips, clinging to you like his life depends on it.

"shhh, you don't have to be sorry, it's okay," you rub his back to soothe him. His sorry's doesn't stop, his face still pressed against your skin and with each apology his grip on you tightens. "You're exhausted, after a night of sleep you'll feel better, come with me." 

He shakes his head again, "No, no I can't-" He doesn't finish his sentence, another broken sob escaping his throat as he tightens his grip on you even further, you doubt he's even aware of what he's doing, lost in another wave of guilt.

"I promise that I'll wake you up if I'll feel you move or mumble." 

Stiles stays in place, still shaking and sobbing against you, his entire body tense with the effort to keep himself together. "Promise?" his voice is a wreck, a barely understandable whisper.

You nod, "I swear." You stand back on your feet and he lets you maneuver him until he is lying on the bed.

"I don't want to fall asleep," he whispers but it's a weak protest, his eyes are already closing.

"I know... I'll be here." you sit on the pillows next to his head and he soon finds your lap to rest on, his arm lay around your thighs next to his face, a tense sighs escapes his lips when he feels your hands rest on him again: the left on his cheek to dry the tears and the other under the collar of his shirt, right between his shoulder blades.  

His eyes flutter shut and his face relaxes at the soothing feeling of your fingers on his body... the guilt, the tiredness, the fear, he let all of that wash away from his body, focusing on your touch and your voice. He fights to stay awake for as much as he can, until the tiredness in his bones eventually drag him in a deep sleep, his breathing slows.

He looks so vulnerable, so at peace that you can see how tired he was in the way his face relaxes, the shadows under his eyes becoming more prominent against his tired face. He looks young, too young to have gone through all of those ordeals. The room door creaks as it gets opened and your eyes shot up towards the noise.

At the door a sleepy, yet worried looking Noah appears, he's dressed in his sheriff uniform, he probably just got home from his shift and you didn't hear the front door open. He looks surprised to see you here, you haven't slept in the Stilinski's house for a whole month and the past week Stiles forbade you to sleep with him so as not to scare you or make you lose sleep "unnecessarily", his words, not yours. 

You smile to wordlessly greet him and cover Stiles ear with your palm to avoid waking him up. "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him for tonight, go to sleep," you assure him with a low voice.

He looks at his son, his chest rising and sinking with each breath, then at you: tired, clearly worried but still determined, he takes in the image for a moment before sighing and nodding, his own tiredness makes him accept the proposal more easily than he would have done if he hadn't been so sleep deprived. "I trust you, just... call me if anything happens."

"I will, goodnight Noah." 

He nods with a forced smile. "Goodnight, sweetheart." He closes the door behind him and you go back gazing at Stiles, your breathing coordinates with his, deep and slow, and involuntarily your eyes close a few minutes later in a light sleep... light enough to feel his breath become erratic an hour or so later. 

You immediately open your eyes and look down at him: his eyes are squeezed shut, eyebrows furrowed in the way you've sadly seen too many times these days and his mouth opened to let out small whimpers between his trembling breaths. You sigh and move your hand to shake his shoulder lightly, until his eyes shot open and he takes a a breath similar to what you would usually take after staying too much time under the water.

It would have been ridiculous to think that after everything that happened to him in the last month he would stop having nightmares after just one night, but it's okay, because you know that he can get through it, and that you won't leave him to deal with this alone.

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Thinking of Stiles who's love language is... everything? he excels in each of the 5 types.

Stiles who compliments you on something everyday, it could be your hair, face, outfit, intelligence but he will for sure appreciate something about you and he means every single one of them.

Stiles who loves to touch you: he tucks your hair behind your ear, lays a hand on the small of your back to gently guide you somewhere, on your thigh while he drives and you're next to him and that always sleeps with at least one arm around you.

Stiles who likes to have you in his room while he solves the umpteenth supernatural case, you don't even have to help him: you can do your own things like reading, studying or even sleep! He just appreciate to have you near him all the time, every moment spent with you is quality time to him.

Stiles who's in front of your house every morning before school to pick you up, he doesn't care if you have a car or if you live on the other side of the city, he. is. there.

Stiles who starts to think about the Christmas or birthday gifts for you months before and he eats every single time: during the year he takes notes of anything you mention that you like or would like to have and boom, you have it. At some point it became a one-side competition for you on who can give the best gift to the other, he beats you every time without even knowing it.

Stiles x OC.

Stiles\OC.

Is it me?

in which they love each other.

part 2 to Why couldn’t it be me?

it has a little angst, nothing to bad tho but it gets so fluffy at the end. like grossly fluffy.

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so much had happened since that night. it was the last night Stiles had seen you in weeks. after Sheriff Stilinski drove you home you packed your things and just… disappeared. everyone tried contacting you. Scott, Lydia, Allison, Kira, even Isaac but no one could reach you. It’s like you had fallen off the face of the earth and Scott feared something had happened to you. no one had heard from you or knew where you were until that night. the night Allison died. you received all of their calls and voicemails, but never had the courage to call back. after you left you never planned to return but when you read Scott’s text about how Allison had died and he really needed you then - needed his best friend, his sister - you couldn’t avoid Beacon Hills any longer.

you showed up in his doorstep and the moment Scott opened the doors he fell into your arms. you let him sob into your chest until he couldn’t anymore. you two sat in his living room as he caught you up on everything and asked for your help.

“so… this entire time, it wasn’t Stiles?”

“no. it’s an evil spirit hiding in his body and Y/N/N, i need your help getting Stiles back.”

“why me? you have everyone else I don’t get why you’d need me.”

“I need extra help, just in case anything goes south, i’ll know I have you.”

“ok.” you pondered for a moment before speaking your mind. “I have an idea but I need you to make sure no one else knows i’m back.” Scott gave you a questing look. “I have a plan, Scotty, and for it to fall through, I need the element of surprise.”

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after that night Scott had kept you updated on everything that happened. and that led you to where you were now, standing outside of Beacon Hills High, hiding in the shadows. you saw Derek fighting some of the Oni with the twins and then you saw him. for a moment you thought it was him. you thought it was actually Stiles but you just knew it wasn’t. he didn’t look like your Stiles and now you’re questioning yourself on how you hadn’t noticed before. but you couldn’t let yourself wallow in self pity. you saw the imitation of Stiles look in your direction and before he could realize you were actually there you ducked behind a wall. you quickly realized walking straight through the front doors of the school was a no-go so you had to find another way to sneak in.

you remembered the many nights you Stiles and Scott had been in similar positions, somehow every time you were fighting some supernatural creature you ended up back at the school, tonight was no different. to get into the school you had to sneak past the imitation of Stiles - Void, they called him - and the Oni. the only other way you could think of was the doors leading to the lacrosse field. you snuck around the building as quietly as you could and onto the field. once there you sprinted to the doors and into the building. when you opened the metal doors what you saw was unexpected.

there was blood, everywhere. splattered all over the walls. it was gruesome and absolutely disgusting, you felt sick to your stomach. pushing the bile that was building up in your throat back down, you made your way through the halls. you snuck around until you heard the familiar voices of your friends. before you could reach them an Oni appeared in front of you. it unsheathed its sword and got into position to swing. right before the sword could slice at you, you ducked out of the way and rolled to the opposite side. hiding until the last moment wasn’t an option anymore so now you had no choice but to fight.

as you crouched on the floor you got into the position to pounce. only transitioning half way, your claws and fangs were out to help you defend yourself. growling lowly at the Oni you launched yourself at it, using an aggressive approach into the fight. it swung its sword at you, slicing through the air and missing you just barely. from what Scott had told you, the Oni were nearly invincible so when you had dig your claws into its arm, there was barely a reaction. the Oni shook you off and sliced its sword at you once again, this time cutting you on your side and leaving a gaping wound.

you hissed in pain and reached to touch the wound, blood covered your hand but you couldn’t give up now. no matter how hurt you were you had to continue fighting, for Stiles. just as the Oni was going to swing again you slid yourself through its legs and popped back up behind you. as it turned around you ducked and clawed at its midriff , a black smoke fell from its wound and it lifted its sword in the air to stab you. you twisted your body as the sword came down, sending a sharp pain through your side and you bent at your cut. you hissed as the gash started bleeding again but you hadn’t had enough time to register it as the Oni came charging at you. instead of backing or ducking out the way as you had done before, you pushed yourself into the Oni. you shoulder checked it and clawed at the mask. flipping over you kicked it’s sword out of its hand and elbowed it where you assumed it’s rib cage would be.

now that it didn’t have its sword anymore, you left it somewhat defenseless. you charged at it, grabbing it by its wrist and flipping it over your back, letting it fall to the floor, you grabbed something from your back pocket and stabbed it straight into its chest. Scott had told you that right before Allison passed she figured out the Oni’s only weakness - silver. and luckily for you, you always carried around a silver dagger your father had given you. as the Oni disappeared into a cloud of smoke you grabbed your dagger and dashed around a corner. just in time as well as Stiles, Lydia, Kira, and Scott came out of the doors of the classroom.

“we’re ok.” Scott had said. “we’re ok-” before he could finish Void had come out of nowhere and knocked him out. Kira turned around ready to swing her sword but Void hit her too.

“this was my game. you think you can beat me at my game.” now he was looking at Lydia and Stiles. he started down the hall at the two as they cowered backwards. “divine move. divine move.” he said incredulously. “you think you have any moves at all? you can kill the Oni but me? me? I’m a thousand years old. you can’t kill me!”

“but we can change you!” Lydia blurted out. that stopped him.

“what?” Scott told you everything and in case anything took an turn of events, like now, he told you what he needed you to do.

“you forgot about the scroll.” Stiles answered.

“the Shugendo scroll.” Lydia added.

“change the host.” it stemmed to all hit Void at once.

“you can’t be a fox and a wolf at the same time.” Stiles finished. and that’s where you came in.

you ran from the corner you were hiding behind and grabbed Voids arm first, just in case he tried to fight back. it came as a shock to Stiles and Lydia, they expected Scott but when they saw painted nails instead they immediately looked up. it wasn’t Scott at all, the red glowing eyes that were coming up from behind Void weren’t Scott McCalls. they were yours and the moment Stiles saw your face, he wanted to burst at the seams. he hadn’t seen you in over three weeks and to be honest, he never thought he would see you again. after the fight he had come looking for you and he couldn’t find you anywhere. not even at your secret spot.

you grabbed Voids head next, gripping onto his hair and yanking his head to the side. your fangs slid out and you growled right before biting into his neck. he was screaming as you bit him and once you had let him go, Kira stabbed him with her katana. Void started choking, a fly came out of his mouth and tried to escape but Isaac had caught in the jar made of wood from the nemeton at the last moment. Void had fallen to his knees and started cracking until he collapsed onto the floor and disappeared into a pile of dust.

everyone was looking at each other until all their all landed on you.

“Y/N.” Stiles spoke a smile lighting up his face but as he tried to take a step forward he collapsed.

“Stiles.” you ran to him, slipping your hand under his head just in time before he slammed it onto the ground. your heart rate was sky rocketing as you rested his head in your lap. Scott had told you they all feared that if they had taken out Void, would Stiles go along with him? and right now, you couldn’t lose him, you just got him back. just as the tears were building in your eyes Stiles took a deep breath in and his eyes opened.

“oh god. I fainted didn’t I?” you let out a breath of relief into a laugh as he looked up at you. “we’re alive? we’re all alive?” you nodded your head at Stiles as tears fell down your cheeks.

“yeah, we’re ok.”

“no, you’re hurt.” Stiles noticed you clutching your side where you wound was.

“no, i’m fine, we’re all fine.” just as you said that you felt a pit in your stomach as Lydia sat up. she got up and started heading to the main doors, and you lot followed behind her, you holding Stiles as he struggled to walk. when you finally reached outside you understand where the feeling was coming from, Derek, Aiden and Ethan were all sitting outside but Aiden didn’t look so well. he wasn’t well at all and once you guys finally realized what had happens Lydia turned around and Scott grabbed her, letting her sob into his arms.

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you were sitting in Stiles’ room putting things in boxes as he took down his mock investigation board. you noticed Sheriff standing in the doorway and you smiled at him. a look of shock crossed his face before a warm smile replaced it. you still hadn’t told everyone you were back.

“what’re you kids doing?” he asked and Stiles turned around, finally noticing his dad.

“we’re just…” he trailed off trying to find a way to finish the sentence.

“clearing our heads.” you finished for him and he turned to look at you, a smile gracing his face.

“ok.” his dad said staring fondly at the two of you before heading downstairs. Stiles put whatever he was holding down before kneeling in front of you.

“we need to talk.” the fond look you had on your face faded and you nodded, letting out a broken “ok.” you guessed it was finally the time, not much talking had been done since you got back. after that night you helped Stiles get home and then you went back to your place, your mom scolded you for disappearing and not telling her where you were but then she hugged you, telling you how much you worried her and if you were ever going through something again to just tell her. Stiles texted you and asked you to come over today, saying he needed help with his room. he took your hands into his and then placed one on his face. “I’m sorry.” you looked up at him incredulously.

“what… what are you sorry for?” you asked, eyes wide.

“the last time I saw you. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things and I know I hurt you and I never, ever meant to do that.” he was crying now, tears cascading down his cheeks.

“Stiles stop.” he looked up at you confused. “it wasn’t you Sti.” you bring your other hand to his face, now cupping his cheeks. “it wasn’t you. you didn’t mean it and I forgave you a while ago. the moment Scott told me what was happening I forgave you.” before you could finish Stiles surged up and kissed you, your lips moved passionately in tandem and a smile broke out onto your face.

“I love you.” he whispered and your eyes grew two times wide before the brightest smile you could muster appeared on your face. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Stiles.” he looked at you, smiling brightly as well. “I have since I met you.” he kissed you again and this time you pushed him back meeting him on the floor. you fell next to him in a fit of giggles intertwining your fingers with his. “ok, ok we have to clean.” you laughed, trying to get up but Stiles pulled you back down with him.

“it can wait. I finally got my girl.” and in that moment you swore you could never be happier.

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sooooo how we feelin? ik ik it took me forever to post part two but i finally did!

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Game Night

Stiles Stilinski x reader

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“Scott hates me” you whine, laying against the bed. In the beginning you thought it was your imagination. Now though you know it’s not all in your head, Scott hates you.

Today Stiles had a lacrosse game so you being his girlfriend were there. The game went amazing. Stiles ended up scoring the final goal of the game. You were so proud of him, the smile on his face made yours grow. You ran onto the field embracing him in a big hug giving him a kiss on the lips. He laughed against your lips holding you close to him and twirling you around. “Congrats, baby” you mumble against his lips.

He placed another kiss on your lips before telling you that he had to go to the locker room. You nodded watching him head to the locker room with the other players. He gave you a final wave before disappearing from your sight.

After a few minutes you decide to wait by the locker rooms for him. The two of you have plans to go back to his house. While waiting for him that's where you heard it. You hadn't meant to eavesdrop but when you heard your name you couldn’t help but listen.

“Is Stiles coming tonight?” you recognized the voice as Lydia.

“No he’s going with Y/n” you could hear the annoyance in Scott's voice. “This is the third time he’s declined hanging out to spend time with Y/n.”

“What’s wrong with you thats his girlfriend? Don’t tell me you're jealous” you could hear her laugh at the thought but Scott doesn’t.

“Of course I’m not jealous I just don’t like her” you could hear Lydia question why that was. His answer solidified the idea that he hates you. “Stiles can do so much better than her.” You tuned out the rest of their conversation.

You knew Scott didn’t like you but you hoped that over time he would warm up to but he never did. The rest of the group didn’t mind you the girls would invite you out shopping and to sleepovers. It was just Scott that didn't like you and you had no idea what you did. Now you find out it was nothing you did, he just didn’t like you; he thought Stiles could do better. You finally had the answer to the question that had been plaguing your mind for months.

Your problems weren't over though with one question answered, more showed up. Did Stiles know how Scott felt about you? If he knows about how Scott felt about you, would he break up with you? You know how much Stiles loves Scott so the idea that Stiles would break up with you to make Scott happy wasn’t too far-fetched.

You watched as Stiles took off his jersey throwing it in the hamper. He changed into his pajamas before sitting on the bed next to you. “Scott doesn’t hate you” he grabbed your arm pulling you into him. The two of you are cuddled up in bed together, your head on his chest while his hand runs up and down your side. You lean up and place a kiss on his lips. You weren't planning on telling him about what you heard but you did want to gauge if he knew how Scott felt.

“If Scott asked you to break up with me would you” you could tell the question surprised him. He tensed under you. Stiles had just had a big win, his shining moment and you felt you were running it and you were. It was selfish of you to bring this up but you needed to know before it got any worse.

“Where is this coming from?” he chuckled at the sudden question but stopped when he saw the look in your eyes. You were being dead serious. He could see the doubt in your eyes about your answer. It hurt him thinking that you doubted his love towards you. “Of course not baby” the sincerity in his voice made you believe him. The look of complete love in his eyes settled all your doubt.

You lift yourself up off his chest placing a deep kiss on his lips he returned the gesture right away. Pulling you into his lap, his hands on your hips as he deepened the kiss. He started to place kisses on your neck. Sucking dark hickeys into your neck mumbling small ‘I love yous’ against your neck. You whisper ‘I love yous’ back to him.Every last one of your doubts disappeared with every ‘I love you’ and kiss. You're not going to let Scott come between the two of you again. It no longer mattered if Scott liked you because Stiles did he loved you and you love him.

Were Dating?

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

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His signature blue jeep pulled into your driveway at exactly eight. Surprisingly the brunette was on time for once. As soon as he parks he’s jumping out of the jeep, giving you his dorky smile before opening the passenger side door for you. You just chuckle at his actions. 

You and Stiles have been friends for years though it was only lately that he's been acting somewhat differently. He’s been sweeter to you, more thoughtful, you contribute it to the fact the two of you have been spending more alone time together. Tonight the two of you are going to see a new horror movie that you’ve been dying to see. 

You and Stiles just buttered your popcorn when you bump into Scott and allison. Coincidentally they are going to see the same movie, so you decided to join each other. ‘A double date’ in Stiles' own words. The night went amazing, after the movie the four of you decided to get food. At the end of the night Stiles drives you back to your house. Even going as far as walking you to the door. Just as you're about to say goodnight he kisses you. You freeze when his lips meet yours, completely stunned by the boy's bold move. 

“Uh.. What was that?” You weren't against Stiles kissing you but you wanted to know why he's kissing you out of the blue. 

Stiles tilted his head a blush still coating his cheeks, “It’s a goodnight kiss, can’t I kiss my girlfriend” Now you're really confused. 

“I’m your girlfriend?” 

“Of course you're my girlfriend”, he chuckled thinking you were teasing him. It's only when you ask since when with a completely straight face does he realize you're being serious. “A week in a half, I asked you out two tuesdays ago.”

It took a few seconds to place the day.

It was an average day, Stiles was driving you home like he does everyday. Only this time when you pulled up to your house he stops you. “Hey before you go I wanted to ask you something” He was oddly nervous but you didn't think anything about it, giving him a nod of encouragement. “I was wondering if you wanted to hang-out, like just the two of us.” Why he’s so nervous to ask you to hang out you don’t know but you answer right away. 

“Of course, I don’t know why you were so nervous to ask. I could never say no to you.” A huge smile blooms on Stiles face, his dimples fully on show. 

“Thank goodness, I was so nervous that you would say no” you laugh at his reaction, why on earth would you ever say no. 

Now looking back on it’s so obvious that he was asking you on a date. In your defense he never used the word date or the word girlfriend. So it wasn’t totally your fault for not connecting the dots. 

“I didn’t realize you were asking me out” your voice is soft 

“Oh” an awkward silence covers the two of you as both stare at each other. He had no idea how to respond, this whole time he thought you were his girlfriend, but you thought the two of you were only friends. He had no idea how you thought the two of you were friends. He wasn't hiding his affection for you. The two of you would hold hands, and cuddle yet you thought you were friends. He felt like an idiot, he just kissed you when you saw him as just a friend. “Well then goodnight I guess sorry I kissed you let's just forget about it” he tried to laugh off his discomfort, this is not how he thought tonight was going to go. This morning he was dating his longtime crush and now he’s finding out it was all a lie. He just wanted to run away and die of embarrassment. 

Before he could leave you grab his arm pulling him back to you and placing a kiss on his lips. His mind short-circuited, he’s on a rollercoaster. One second he's dating you then you're rejecting him and now you're kissing him. 

“Stiles, do you want to be my Boyfriend?” 

“Yeah I would love too” his smiles huge 

“That's how you ask someone out” you giggle out

“Well when someone takes you on dates and holds your hands that means your dating” the both of you laugh kissing each other once more.

Knight in Shining Armour

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

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There were a hundred reasons why Stiles hates Theo Raeken. He’s a douche and on multiple occasions he has tried to kill his friends. Lately though his hatred for the man has grown, all because of you. More specifically the way Theo interacts with you. He’s always overly touchy with you, finding any excuse to touch you. Even going as far as whispering in your ear. The worst part is you let him do it. 

Stiles wants to be the only one allowed to be that close to you. To whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Instead you let Theo, and it takes everything in Stiles not to do something about it, scared you’d get mad at him. Tonight though that all changes…

Tonight is one of the few nights the pack is doing something normal teens do, Partying. Everyone’s just cutting loose, forgetting about all their responsibilities and just living in the moment. Of course just as they were having fun Theo has to show up souring everyone's mood. He only says a few words before disappearing into another room but his presence is enough to put everyone on guard, especially Stiles. 

While the others try to get back into a partying mood, Stiles is focused solely on Theo. Watching closely as he walks over to you, standing much too close for his liking. This time however instead of letting Theo stand close to you you're shoving him away earning a silent cheer from Stiles. However his smile quickly falls when he sees Theo roughly pull you back to him. 

Stiles moves on instinct making his way across the room to you. As he approaches Theo drops your arm rolling his eyes once Stiles is in front of him. 

“Are you okay?” Stiles asks immediately, concern evident in his voice. 

“Yeah I’m fine, Theo was just leaving” you set Theo with a glare making sure he got the message. Not that he ever does no matter how many times you tell him off he just comes back. 

“Oh come on Princess” he moves to reach you again but Stiles intervenes. Theo chuckles as Stiles stands in front of you, “Oh I see, you’re her knight in shining armour. Well when you get sick of this dumbass give me a call”, with a final smirk he walks away. 

You let out a breath of relief, before turning to Stiles. “Thank you, he just never listens” 

“This has happened before?” He looks so concerned, it warms your heart that he cares so much. 

“Yeah he’s always bugging me can never take no as an answer”  

“Well if he tries something again call me” you can’t help but chuckle a little, stepping closer to him. 

“Guess you really are my knight in shining armour”, Stiles blushes at your words, “Every hero deserves an award” he freezes as you lean in, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. 

“I- it was no problem” he stutters doing his best to try to seem like he wasn’t totally freaking out. 

“Come one my knight, let’s dance” you grab his hands leading him into the crowd of teens all dancing.

Protective (Werewolf) Brother

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

prompt~ Can you please do one with stiles? Could it be one where were derek’s little sister and have been sneaking around with stiles, then one day stiles sneaks into are room and we get into a heated makeout sesh then derek comes home early or smt and finds us and gets mad and annoyed that we’re dating stiles but also make the ending fluffy??? ~ from anon

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Even though you were an adult your brother still treated you as though you were a child. Now is a prime example, He’s informing you that he’s leaving town for a few days. At first you thought he was inviting you to come along but he told you it was too dangerous. That while he was gone that you were not allowed to leave the house and no one was to come over. You swear he forgets that you're also a werewolf and are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. You just bite your tongue though, letting him give you the whole lecture. 

Once he’s out the door however you're calling Stiles to come over. Stiles makes it to your apartment in record time. A huge smile on his face when he walks through the door. “So how long will he be gone?” He quickly asks while pressing a kiss against your lips. 

You and Stiles have been seeing each other in secret for months. No one knows, not even your friends and you would like to keep it that way. Not that you wouldn’t love to tell everyone that you're dating Stiles, you just don’t want to have to deal with your brother. Honestly you hate that your brother is already affecting your relationship. Though you know if he were to find out he would make it even more challenging to see Stiles.

“At least two days” you can’t contain your excitement. Two whole days you’ll get to be with him. The two of you rarely have alone time together so these two days you’ll be glued to each other's side. Not even a second will go to waste.

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The two of you are so wrapped up in each other's presence you don’t even hear the loft door open. Your hands are running over Stiles bare chest, your lips trailing kisses down his neck. That's how Derek finds the two of you. 

“What the hell!!” Both you and Stiles flinch at the voice quickly separating from each other. Derek stands by the door seemingly in shock at finding the two of you making out. 

“What the hell yourself Derek, what are you doing here?!?” You can’t help your irritation. 

“Don’t you dare yell at me I can’t believe you,” then his eyes flashed to stiles turning a bright blue. “And you how dare you sneak around with my sister” he practically growls the words out. Stiles flinches at the threat ducking behind you in hopes of you protecting him. 

“Derek I’m a grown woman I can see whoever I want” Before he could respond your shoving him out of the room. “We can continue this conversation in the other room.”

Stiles sits awkwardly on your bed, listening to yours and Derek's muffled yells. He’s not sure what's more scary your yells or the silence that follows. He can faintly hear the loft door slam shut before the bedroom door opens. “Sorry about him”

“What happened?” He’s so confused, one second ago Dereks kicked him out of the house and now he’s just gone and left. 

“Me and Derek have come to an agreement, He won’t hurt you and I won't kill him.” you punctuate your sentence with a kiss. Though his life may be endangered, Stiles is the happiest he’s been since you agreed to be his girlfriend. Now everyone will know your his girlfriend, and he’ll be able to kiss you whenever he wants.

HII I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WRITING!

Can you please do one with stiles? Could it be one where were derek’s little sister and have been sneaking around with stiles, then one day stiles sneaks into are room and we get into a heated makeout sesh then derek comes home early or smt and finds us and gets mad and annoyed that we’re dating stiles but also make the ending fluffy???

Thank you so much!!! I'm always happy to know people like my writing.

This was such a cute ask, I love the idea and had a great time writing it I hope you love it, Protective (Werewolf) Brother

Undercover || Stiles Stilinski

A/N: just a blurb! nothing too lengthy because this is my first writing piece on here <3

word count: 845

WARNINGS: a bit of cursing, mentions of guns! This should be almost action-comedy :)

Inspired by this prompt.

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“Just try to relax, Stiles, okay? I don’t want a repeat of what happened the last time.”

As you looked over at your best friend and partner-in-crime, Stiles Stilinski, you didn’t miss the mischievous glint in his whiskey colored eyes as he thought back to the last time you both went undercover to get particulars on possible threats.

He tugged on his bottom lip in attempt to suppress the growing smile on his face as he continued to relive the memory in his head. “I don’t know,” he shrugged, eyes flickering up to rising number of floors in the elevator. “I thought we handled Cleveland pretty well.” He spoke while pushing his body off of the wall and fixating himself right next to you as the elevator doors began to open.

You cringed at the memory. Cleveland, what an experience.

“Ah, yes. How could I possibly forget the time I had to break a man’s nose to successfully get information out of him after a certain someone decided to get a little too carried away with their role?” You sighed dreamily, but it was quite the opposite. You couldn’t help but laugh at your best friend’s beaming grin at the fact that you remembered your first operation together. But how could you forget?

Stiles Stilinski had a horrible Russian accent.

“You made me get blood on my favorite dress.” You grumbled out to him, adjusting the fake prescription glasses on your face as you slowed your movements in front of two large glass doors in the pristine hallway of suits and pencil skirts.

With furrowed brows, Stiles trailed his eyes down your figure to inspect your outfit. “I thought this one was your favorite?” He mumbled, adjusting his tie due to the slight nerves he gets just before a meeting like this. Glancing down at the plum colored peplum dress you decided to wear, you met his confused stare with a look of disgust.

“What? No, I hate this dress. I just had nothing else to wear.” You explained with a shrug. Just as Stiles opened his mouth to speak, a older gentlemen in a dark suit pulled opened the doors the two of you stood in front of. His mouth snapped shut just as you straightened out your posture and offered the man a tight lipped smile, which he returned.

The man held his hand out, graciously shaking both of your rights ones with an award winning grin. “Ms. Warren and Mr. Rapp, I presume?” He asked to which you both nodded to confirm your false identities you were given with. “Donald Cheever, please, let’s begin.” The man, Cheever, wasted no time in opening the door wider for the both of you to step through.

Stiles was quick to take the closest seat next to you, a hand on your exposed knee as Mr. Cheever sat across from you both, hands folded in with one another.

The older man’s grin faded away within seconds, being replaced with a stone cold stare set on the two of you. “I can’t help but say that you look ravishing in the at color, Ms. Y/L/N.” He spoke cooly, sending shiver run straight down your spine as you swallowed thickly.

Stiles’ grip on your knee tightened, his jaw clenching as his whiskey colored eyes grew dark with anger. “Why don’t we cut the shit, and you tell me why you are really here, hm?” The man in front of you asked, and before you could fiercely decline his proposition, Stiles opened his mouth.

“You’re a dangerous man. Incredibly stupid as well, I mean, what’s with the ginormous shiny building if you’re supposed to be hiding from the government?” Stiles sneered, and you placed your hand over his to squeeze it in a warning manner.

Cheever turned to you, raising his brow in a questioning manner. “Please ignore my associate if you can.” You sighed, ignoring the incredulous look Stiles shot you.

There was a reason why your undercover operations always ended up getting physical. Stiles can never shut his mouth.

“I really can’t.”

“Are you just unaware that you have the whole Virginia base on your ass for incredibly lethal arms deals?” Stiles scoffed in disbelief, and your head snapped in his direction just as his own eyes widened in realization.

“He certainly does now, Stilinski.” You muttered to him between clenched teeth, shooting him a deadly glare to which he gave you an apologetic shrug.

By the time you both turned back to Cheever, you were not only met with his smug expression, but a black .45 caliber pointing directly at you.

You slowly turned your head back to Stiles, who was already looking at you and offering you a almost teasing grin. “It’s a good thing you wore that dress then, huh?”

You shook your head at his words with a hint of a smile, a chuckle passing through your lips as you slipped the fake glasses off your face, your gaze back on the man holding the gun.

It was a good thing, indeed.

↞ dylan o’brien masterlist ↠

roscoe-dream’s masterlist dedicated to dylan o’brien and all of his characters!

+ DYLAN O’BRIEN +

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+ STILES STILINSKI +

Undercover

Stiles Stilinski is, without a doubt, your partner in crime. So when you go undercover together, it’s always a breeze.... right?

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End of the Line ( 1 ) ( 2 )

Your job is to remember. To remember your other half — remember Stiles. Will your love for a person you don’t even remember be strong enough to bring him back?

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+ THOMAS +

Happy Ending

The immune children have finally received their happy ending, no longer needing to run or to hide. Thomas wakes up at the Safe Haven, unaware that his happy ending came at a serious price.

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+ STUART TWOMBLY +

Night Light

After sleeping with the lights on every night since you’ve arrived to Google, your roommate, Stuart, resorts to a pretty odd solution — not that you’re complaining.

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+ DAVE HODGMAN +

Late Nights

Your best friend, Dave, makes sure you get home safely after a night of partying, and you’re too buzzed to notice his longing eyes.

End of the Line [ 1 ] || Stiles Stilinski

A/N: this takes place during season 6A, when Stiles is taken by the Ghost Riders. a STYDIA SCENE TURNED INTO AN STILES x READER SCENE. also, italicized text symbolizes memory.

word count: 2,426

WARNINGS: i’d say none, but some might consider angst? I don’t know how this works yet.

Inspired by this song. Highly recommended you listen on repeat while reading!

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Your heart ached as you walked through the doors. It wasn't an aching that you'd get from seeing a sad scene in a movie or seeing someone cry in public — it’s the feeling you get when you lose someone. You felt like you lost someone.

You felt lost. And you didn't know why.

Frantic. You were so frantic, tears welling in your eyes as you scanned the parking lot of Beacon Hills High School in search of your hazel-eyed best friend.

"Y/N?"

You heard him call out for you, and in that moment you didn't care if you tripped over your own two feet to get to him. You did what it took to get to him as fast you could.

The wind was picking up. The golden brown autumn leaves that tumbled from the trees were being blown by the harsh wind, your hair being whipped around your face. You didn't care. You only cared about him, only cared about being in his arms.

"You know me. Oh, thank God." He panted, hurrying you into his strong embrace. You were speechless, heart racing at the thought of being too late before he was taken. Clinging to his body, your  fists clenching into his flannel shirt.

"I know you." You managed to squeak out, mind feeling hazy.

You knew him. But it began to feel like you didn't.

Your eyes screwed shut, and you hissed in pain at the sudden pounding to your temples. Instinctively, you held your head, ignoring the stares you were given by fellow peers as your slowed your walking in the hallway.

And just as quick as it came, the headache was gone. Your eyes sprung open, and you let your gaze travel through the sea of students. Fingers tingling as well as the tip of your tongue, and you couldn't explain why. Someone was supposed to be here. But where were they?

With your brows furrowed, a look of determination settled nicely on your features. You pushed your way through the bodies, but not without looking at each one of their faces in hopes of easing the longing feeling that was only growing in the pit of your stomach.

"I think everyone else is forgetting."

Your words were weary, tears leaking from your eyes and trailing down your cheeks. Bottom lip wobbling as your grip on his flannel shirt only tightened.

The sight of you this way broke his heart, and you could see it in his whiskey colored eyes.

'Those eyes, how could I forget them?' You thought. But little did you know it was already slipping your mind.

He opened his mouth to give you as many comforting words he could before his time was up, but it was too late.

The wind picked up gradually, cold air nipping at both of your skin causing your cheeks to flush. Your clothes flapping against your body as your hair attempted to block your vision of him. So you tied it up.

Although it was blind to your eyes, it wasn't to his. He froze in your arms, a panicked look taking over his beautiful features as his eyes darted around in front of him. You could feel his breathing picking up as you held him, which caused yours to do the same.

"What is it?" You asked, no matter how badly you didn't want to ask the question — you did.

"Do you see them?" Was all he asked, his arms slipping from their hold on you as he slowly stepped back.

You took this time to look around you, only to see the dimly lit parking lot with a few cars in it. "See what?"

He whimpered at your response, and you watched as tears filled his eyes. Taking a step toward you, his large hand clasped around your wrist, gently tugging you in his direction and away from the men on the horses that only he saw. His eyes weren't on you, they were on something ahead of you — they were on them.

"Stiles," You swallowed thickly, slowly pulling your eyes away from the empty lot to his fear stricken face. "If you can see them, they're gonna.."

You couldn't finish. You didn't want to, because you knew if you did, the truth would become even more real than it already has.

Stiles finally tore his eyes away from the Ghost Riders that slowly gathered in front of the two of you, grabbing onto both of your arms firmly.

"No, I know. I know. They're coming for me."

Headache again, but what was the trigger?

You stopped in the middle of the hallway, wincing at the harsh pounding in your head. It felt as though the back of your head was being whacked with a metal bat and you couldn't get it to settle or stop.

Looking around again, nobody seemed to give you the wave of familiarity you were yearning for.

You began to grow frustrated with yourself. Why couldn't you remember who you were looking for? They must've been way too important to forget if your body is aching to find them.

But you can't fulfill your own needs.

Why? Because you don't even know who you were looking for anymore.

"You have to get away from me. Right now, okay?"

You felt your pulse begin to quicken as the hairs on your arms and back of your neck began to rise. They were here, they were close. You could feel them, but you couldn't see them.

Shaking your head at him, Stiles scoffed. Now wasn't the time to be stubborn, so he let it go. "Alright, come on. Come on!"

He began to drag you off in the direction away from the school's doors, and you didn't even care about the fact that he was pulling you so carelessly, you were tripping over your own two feet. You needed to get away.

You crashed into Stiles' body as he stopped abruptly, him seeing a single Ghost Rider at the end of the path. "This way, this way, come on." Just like that, he was pulling you back in the direction you came.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!" He shouted, skidding into another stop.

The tears rolling down your face were relentless, looking in multiple directions, but seeing absolutely nothing. Unlike Stiles, who had every reason to be afraid, but all he was worried about was you.

"Stiles!" You finally broke, a sob escaping your lips as you let him drag you around through the parking lot in attempt to escape. "Stiles, where are they?" You whimpered, huddling your body as close to his as possible.

He slowed his movements, panting breaths with eyes full of fear and panic as he looked around you both.

"They're everywhere."

The headaches you were beginning to feel made you feel numb. It hurt that much.

Heading to your locker, you raised your shaky hands to the combination lock that rested there, swirling in the combination.

You've never had headaches or migraines this severe, or repeatedly in one day. You never thought to keep spare Advil in your bag or locker. Glancing at the clock posted on one of the walls in the hallway, you let out a sigh of relief at the sight of having a little more than 10 minutes until class started.

'Maybe the headaches would die down by then,' you thought to yourself, rummaging through your locker to put away larger textbooks only to replace them with the needed ones.

Your locker slammed shut, and you clamped the combination lock back together. Almost immediately, you turned your head to look across the emptier hallway. You looked at the set of lockers across the hall expectantly, but soon made a face of confusion. The action was almost an instinct, but nobody you knew was over there, you were met with an empty set of lockers.

"Don't look at them, Y/N, okay?"

Stiles was booking it to his powder blue jeep, hand latched with yours as he struggled to get the keys out of his back pocket. Neither of you skipped a beat when throwing yourselves into the front seats, hands reattaching almost immediately.

"Don't try to scream, they'll take you too. Do not look at them." He ordered, both of you jumping at the loud crack of lightening in the sky. However to Stiles, it was the whip of a Ghost Rider.

You shook your head rapidly. "I won't, I won't!" you assured him, heart lurching in your chest as you watched the car keys slip from his shaking grasp.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as Stiles' hurried movements stopped, and instead of starting the ignition and driving out of here, he let his hand fall into his lap. "What are you doing? We need to get out of here!" You yelped, feeling your heart stop all together.

"There's no time." Was all he said.

He turned his body to face yours, using both hands to grab onto yours with need. "Y/N, I'm going to be erased, okay? Just like Alex. You're gonna forget me."

Alex. A name you didn't recognize. You knew it was the effects of the Ghost Riders, and didn't suppress the sob that left your mouth.

"No. No, I won't! I won't. I won't." You promised, your sobs escaping at every chance they could.

The only reason why you were sobbing as bad as you were, was because you were making a promise you couldn't keep. As you stared into the beautiful whiskey eyes of your best friend, as welcoming and calming as they were, they were beginning to look unfamiliar to you.

Stiles shushed your mumbles of promises by placing his larger hands on your face, cupping your cheeks. "You will." He whispered calmly, tears rolling down his own freckled cheeks as he gave you a small smile. "Just try to find some way to remember me, okay?"

Remember.

Your bottom lip trembled as you desperately grabbed onto his hands, your eyes never moving to look at anything but his own.

"Remember how you were the first person to know my real name?" He chuckled, eyes lighting up slightly at the sight of you giving him a breathless laugh at the hazy memory, soon followed by a sniffle.

Remember.

"Remember how you always liked to hold my hand in the hallways so you wouldn't get trampled, just like I'll always remember how you smile at me across the hallway from your locker." He spoke, words trembling while using the pads of his thumbs to wipe away to new set of tears.

You wept as you leaned into his slightly familiar hands, fighting with yourself to remember, but cried when you were only given a slight hazy vision.

You were forgetting.

Stiles tore his gaze away from yours quickly, before reconnecting them and sniffling. "Remember how you were the only person I talked to about my mom, Y/N. I trust you with my life." He breathed out, leaning his forehead against yours as his eyes shut.

"And I trust you with mine." You let out weakly, eyes closing as you savored the touch that, for some reason, brought you so much comfort.

Remember.

He pulled away slowly, peeling his eyes opened and you gasped. You didn't know those eyes, not one bit.

Stiles' heart shattered at the fact, he could see the scared look on your face clearly. Readjusting his grip on your face, he licked his lips nervously before speaking again."Remember... Remember that I've been in love with you since the beginning of our friendship, and that I didn't even realize until middle school." He chuckled humorlessly, swiping at the few stray tears that sprung from your eyes.

Remember.

You shook your head in his hold, the faint memories of your blossoming friendship since diapers flashing before your eyes. "Stiles." You wailed, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth to silence your cries.

The boy's eyes flickered past you, his heart stopping at the sight of a Ghost Rider just outside your window. He released a steady breath, leaning into your face.

"And remember this."

He whispered, and before you could ask, his lips were planted on yours.

Tears rolled down each of your cheeks, merging together in the places your faces were touching. It was a whole new set of waterworks, because as he kissed you, you could feel the distant wanting of this moment. However, it was crowded by the overwhelming feeling of unfamiliarity.

You pulled away, a ghost of a smile on your lips as you stared into a pair of beautiful whiskey eyes.

Remember.

The moment didn't last long at all.

Time seemed like it slowed instantly in this moment, but it hadn't at all — in fact, it happened way too quick for you to comprehend.

The door to Stiles' side opened by a large gust of wind, a Ghost Rider, and he was dragged out. You screamed, at an octave that would put a banshee to shame. Reaching out for the boy that was pulled out of the car by the wind, you choked on a sob when he disappeared with a crack of lighting.

Your arms wrapped around yourself as you pushed your body into the jeep at was slowly beginning to fade from your memory, the only word leaving your lips being 'Remember.'

You jumped at the feeling of a hand being placed on your arm, snapping out your daze to meet the concerned looks of Scott, Malia, and Lydia.

"You alright?" Scott asked softly, taking a step closer to get a good look at your face after getting a whiff of your anxious aroma.

As Scott stepped forward, Malia did too, inspecting your face with her naturally gruff expression. "People were looking at you stupid for staring at the lockers across the hall. Who are you looking for?" She asked bluntly, letting out a yelp from the whack on the arm she received from Lydia.

Despite how blunt her words were, you looked at her as tears filled your eyes. Her hard gaze softened almost immediately, feeling guilty as she thought what she said hurt your feelings.

But that wasn't it, not at all. It was the multiple painful headaches you got just from being at school for 10 minutes. It was the longing feeling you had in the pit of your stomach, the anxiousness you felt walking through the hallways because you were supposed to be with someone. You were looking for someone, but —

"I, um.. I can't remember."

Hii How are you? Could I please have a ship? I'm 5", i'm French I have long brown hair and green eyes and very pale skin I'm a bigger girl about 160pounds.I'm very sensitive, I'm very shy and I love cats, Harry Potter and music. I love walks in the forest and nature hot chocolate is my go to drink . I have a very girly style (I just wear pastel colors). Teen wolf fandom. (Girlxgirl and GirlxGuy) Thank you sorry if it's not the place for it

hello, i’m doing well, sweetheart! i’ve never done a ship before, but i love seeing those type of posts.. i’ll give it my best shot! :) p.s. i am SO sorry if this is too long or it isn’t done properly..

TEEN WOLF SHIP.

(GIRLxGIRL)

I’d ship you with LYDIA.

I feel like you’d match nicely with Lydia, and I hope you feel the same!

Her love for you wouldn’t be noticeable at first, you play it off as typical ‘Judgy Lydia’ behavior. She’d constantly get lost in your eyes, and whenever you’d ask why, she will always respond with “because they they’re almost as pretty as mine”, trying to play it off like it’s competition.

She adores your pastel, girly style, and always wants to dress you up. Unlike Allison or Malia, she would never try to change your signature style to something she likes or dress you something you aren’t comfortable in. She’ll catch her fingers lingering on your skin whenever she’s adjusting your clothes, and you’ll always see her cheeks grow rosy when she does so.

She takes notice of your sensitivity, and isn’t snarky towards you, unlike everyone else in the pack. Whenever you leave the group, Lydia is always teased for how ‘whipped’ she is for you by the pack.

BONUS: She brings you fresh hot chocolate every morning at school instead of her own hot coffee drink.

(GIRLxBOY)

I’d pair you with STILES.

I say this because, to me, you have defining characteristics that match you so well to him!

Stiles Stilinski is absolutely SMITTEN for you, and does a terrible job at hiding it. He’s awkward and an adorable spazz, while knowing how shy and sensitive you are. He never wants to accidentally hurt your feelings with his frantic word vomit, but whenever you two have conversations alone, it always ends with flushed cheeks, sheepish smiles, and lovestruck eyes.

Any time he rambles about Star Wars, it usually ends in the two of you having playful banter about which set of movies are better, Harry Potter or Star Wars. With anyone else, Stiles would die trying to win this argument, but with you.. just flash him a smile and he will clam up and let you win.

When the world isn’t going down in chaos with supernatural creatures, you both take his jeep and ride into the preserve, or find a peaceful area with a lake. Nights like that with him, you’re sitting on the hood of his jeep indulged in deep conversation, sharing music, with warm thermos of hot chocolate. You’re watching the stars with your favorite songs playing from the radio and everything is perfect.

It may or may not be the night of your first kiss, who knows?

BONUS: (I’m not sure if you have an accent or if it’s noticeable, but just incase you do) One day, as Stiles is blantantly admiring your whilst you talk to your pack at lunch, chin in the palm of his hand, he blurts out “your accent is so cute,” pausing all commotion from you and the rest. It’s safe to say that lunch ended with your friend group snickering at both of your red cheeks and bashful grins.

Can I request a teen wolf ship then?) For both male and female character, since I’m bi, if that’s ok. I’m female, short (5’2) and insecure ab my body and blame most of problems for my thighs. I have heterochromia i’m blonde. I love art, books and storms. I’m infp, very ambitious + quite smart. I rarely get angry, but I’m comfortable being sassy and I value sense of humor and intelligence in others. I hate rudeness and disrespect, and I’m mostly romantic And drink 4-6 cups of black coffee a day.

sure thing! also i think having heterochromia is suuuper cool :) p.s. i got a little carried away..

TEEN WOLF SHIP.

(GIRLxBOY)

Honestly, girl you are the perfect match for STILES.

And I mean that.

The first thing Stiles will do upon your first encounter is ramble about how cool your eyes are, maybe throw in a few facts about people who have them, and eventually turn into a blushing mess at the realization that he went on a tangent in order to tell you that your eyes are pretty.

He loves you because you’re pretty much the only person who can keep up with him, the pack usually can’t or don’t even bother to mess with the spastic boy, but especially try to avoid him when he’s taken too much Adderall. Stiles comes to you because he knows how much caffeine you drink, and is always happy when you’re just as off the walls as he is.

Stiles always wants you around. He admires youre intelligence and LOVES that you actually appreciate his sense of humor. You’re the only one in the group that actually acknowledges his quick witted comments, sarcasm, or jokes and giggle along side him. He stopped asking others for help with research or getting things done because he enjoys your company so much and likes that you’re able to read up on things with him.

You two do a lot of running around, so there’s never really time for proper dates. Stiles usually sets up his room, grabs his laptop and you two switch off nights picking movies. He obviously picks Star Wars. Whenever you two or intimate or being romantic, he will always make it a point to you ‘I love you’ and ‘You’re beautiful, every freaking aspect of you is.’ Stiles always wants you to be aware of how perfect you are to him, no matter what, and that he’s eternally grateful that you’ve given him the opportunity to make you happy.

(GIRLxGIRL)

I could really see you with MALIA.

Under all that tough exterior, she’s a total baby. I think you can really bring that out of her.

When Malia firsts sees you, she almost immediately indetifies you as a wolf because of your eyes. She’s never seen anyone with eyes like yours from the short time she’s been a human, and she thinks they’re just another like her or Scott.

She finally understands after telling her multiple times (and her not believing you) that you’re only human, but she doesn’t stop clinging to you, saying ‘I don’t care, you smell really good.’ It’s funny because you think she thinks you smell like a dinner, when Malia actually means she’s in love with the scent you give off.

When she develops feelings for you, she wants to always be around, and her scent to linger on you. She’ll give you hugs, making the group give her smug looks because they all know what she’s doing. She’ll linger around with you, looping her arm through yours, sitting next to you in the school library or at lunch. Malia no longer wants Stiles to teach her about being a human, and instead wants you to do it in order to be around you and your scent more.

You end up teaching her about your own loves, books, arts, and storms, which Malia instantly grows to love so she can bond with you. You teach her about being kind, and that being angry or violent is something people don’t usually like, especially you. At this, Malia knows to try and control herself to make you proud.

Whenever it comes to the point of talking about being mindful of people’s downfalls or insecurities, Malia asks you what you mean, ‘What are insecurities, and why do I have to be mindful of them? Just stop having them.’ Not fully understanding, you tell her what having an insecurity is like, along with telling her that you have some as well.

However, growing up as a coyote, Malia hasn’t seen many humans. She doesn’t see ugliness or imperfections on any human body, she finds everyone beautiful. She finds you stunning. So instead of being blunt or rude, she remembers you teaching her to be kind. Taking a deep breath to tell you, ‘Well I think you’re beautiful.’

And maybe, just maybe, you kiss.