#bestfriend! stiles stilinski

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Stubborn Brat

Warnings: none, it's fluffy. (Cutesy and shit)

Valentine's Day. The worst holiday ever to be made to mankind.

Every year, it never fails to disappoint me.

No one will ask me.

I push out of my self-deprecating thoughts and go to my last class; My free period. During my free periods I go to the lacrosse field to read, but today, the lacrosse team was out there practicing for the big charity game that's coming up. "Hey, Sti," I yell as I wave as he runs toward me. He was out of breath, sweaty hair matted to his forehead. He looked hot, and I always teased him for it. I smirk at him, "Oh my bad, I didn't not Mister Hottie was out to play today," I joke. 

Stiles rolls his eyes and points to his water bottle. It was a Mets bottle with the printed signatures of the team. I had gotten it for him years ago when I learned he liked them. I was 10, and I saved up and got him it and asked him to be my friend. He immediately accepted my offer and jumped on me screaming that I was the best. 

I grab the famous bottle and toss it to him. He squirts the water in his mouth and some on his face. "Thanks" he mumbles before wiping his face from water and sweat. So, what's your plan for this stupid Valentine's Day?" 

I glare at him in response. I plopped my body down onto the bench, and I couldn't help but notice his eyes watching my breast. Great day to wear a deep V-neck, I thank my morning self. "I was hoping to hang out with my best friend," I say in a teasing annoyed voice. I was talking about Stiles. "But it seems he doesn't want to," I add feigning annoyance, teasing him.

Stiles laughs and playfully elbows my side. "You know you're the only person I'd like to hang out with today, you brat," he chuckles, with a playful grin. He sits down with me, placing his bottle back in his bag. Then he pulls my body toward him. I laugh and lay my head on his shoulder. "What do you want to do today?" 

I blow a raspberry and look at him. My eyes had a playful glare to them. I knew we couldn't do what I wanted to do, mostly because I was too scared to tell him that I liked him. "I have no idea." I think a bit before adding. "Maybe we can watch that princess movie you talked about yesterday."

"The Princess Bride?" he asks as he wraps his arm around me with a content smile. "Sure, I'd be more than happy to rewatch it with you. However, I think this movie is more of a date movie. You don't have any boyfriends you could watch it with instead?"

I glare at him and then sigh. I squint my eyes after a few seconds. "You know damn well I don't have a boyfriend, Stiles," I grumble. I take a breath before adding to that. "My standards are too high and I'm pretty much a nobody," I laugh. I poke his side and ask him something. "What about you? Do you have anyone you wanna ask to be your Valentine?"

We laugh together as he shakes his head. "I'm in the same boat as you, honey," he sighs breathily as he wraps his other arm around me, ultimately scooting me closer to him. "If I could ask anyone it would be you."

As he says this he glances down at me with weary eyes, his brown doe-like eyes staring straight into mine. I shudder. All of a sudden my mouth runs dry. Did he just say what I think he just said?

After that brief pause, my eyes widened. "Really? You'd ask me?" I choke out. A beat of silence goes by, I fill it up with more words. "Well, what's stopping you?"

Stiles gives me a hearty chuckle, the famous curve of his lips returning. He glances at Scott in the distance and Scott gives him a thumbs-up with a cheeky smile.

Stiles sighs and moves hair out of my face with his slender fingers. I couldn't say anything more. I couldn't bring myself to do so. He had always moved hair out of my face, but this time it felt different. More intimate. I want him to do it again.

"You're my best friend; I don't want to mess it up... I couldn't bear losing you."

I think for a moment, my emotions being displayed on my face: anxiety, excitement, relief, and hope.

"Why don't we make a promise? That whatever happens... if it doesn't work out, we will work it through and continue being friends?" I ask softly. Hopeful. My voice cracked as I spoke with such anxiety I never thought I could experience.

Stiles' mouth runs dry in return. After a second he nods his head once. "If you promise to sell be my friend, no matter what, then I would be happy to ask you to be my valentine," he reiterates softly.

"Even through ash and dust, Stiles. I promise," I answer immediately. I smile cup his face into my small hands and kiss his sweaty forehead. "You aren't getting rid of me. I did hard work to be friends with you... I had to beg for weeks to get my uncle to give me a copy of his Mets signatures. Then get that on a water bottle. I didn't do that for nothing," I smirk playfully.

Stiles hums happily and returns the forehead kiss. I gush, blood rushing to my face as he began to speak. "You were always a stubborn brat," he chuckles, wrapping you in a tight hug. I feel his heart beat quickly, his breath quickening as he holds me in his arms. This is a core memory, I thought as I stared back into his beautiful brown eyes.

"Now I'm your brat," I whisper nervously.

"My brat," he hums deeply, still hugging me tight. "You know you're really cute when you act like a brat?" He asks as he leans his head against mine. He loosens his hug before squeezing a few times to show affection.

"That's because I'm me and you just think I'm cute, regardless of the way I act," I voice in joking confidence as I flip my hair in dramatic.

He laughs, rolls his eyes, and glances at Scott that was on the field. I glance at Scott as well. "True; I think you're cute whatever you do. Especially when you're angry. Basically... you're cute when you're being a pain in the ass as well," he teases as he rubs my lower back reassuringly.

"Me being a pain in the ass makes things interesting and you know it!" I blurt laughing loudly, causing a few people to stare.

"Eyes off her, Lahey," Stiles Barks angrily.

"Yeah yeah, I know, she's yours, blah blah," I hear in the distance from Isaac. "I heard the conversation," he grumbles as he waves his hand to get Stiles off his back.

"Are you going to be more protective like that? If so, let all of it go because that was hot," I say honestly, a smirk on my face as I continue to watch Stiles glare at Isaac walk away. Stiles was taken aback and slowly turned his head down to me. "Of course, you would like that, you practically fangirled when Kylo Ren had a temper episode."

I cut him off with a scoff. "He is hot and you know it, Kyle Ren and Annikan are two beautiful men that me and other women would gladly kneel for!" I explain in a loud whisper. There was no way I could scream that without people judging me.

Stiles shakes his head with a smile. "What if I said Leia is hot, hmm? Or Rey?" He asks sassily.

I stand my ground and agree with a hum. "I would agree with you, those two women are also very hot." He looks at me for a second, opens his mouth, then snaps it shut. I shrug at him with a "Don't ask, I don't know either but I stand by what I said" face.

"STILINSKI, GET YOUR ASS BACK ON THE FIELD AND STOP EMBARRASSING YOURSELF IN FRONT OF THAT GIRL," Coach screams across the field.

I giggle and whisper in Stiles' ear. "I can kiss you to show him you aren't embarrassing yourself if you'd like." He nods immediately. "Cheek or lips?"

"Lips," he says with heart eyes. I stand quickly and pull him up.

"STILINSKI," Coach yells again.

I take a step closer to Stiles, grabbing his hands and interlocking them. I stand on my tippy toes and lean up to kiss him. Multiple eyes were on me, and I was nervous, but as soon as his lips touched mine there was nothing. Nothing but me and my best friend.

I pull back with a smile, my lips wet from the kiss. "Go practice, soldier," I laugh at his hearty expression. He salutes, "Yes Sergeant," he yells.

"I'm not in Rotc anymore, dipshit," I laugh. He shrugs and pecks my lips a few times, humming between them and going back for more. I mess up his hair and shove him off. "Go practice, dummy!"

After practice, Stiles came running to me and squeezed me so tight I struggled to breathe. "Alright strong me, I need air," I struggled to speak. He let me go, apologized and kissed my face everywhere. "I missed my girl," he whispers to me.

"You were just here like 30 minutes ago," I laughed, kissing his cheek back briskly.

He gave me a look like I was dumb. "You just gave me the best kiss of my life and told me to go; our first kiss, to be specific. Of course, I'm going to miss you. I'd miss you if I didn't see you for 10 seconds," he shrugs, leaning his chin on my shoulder.

"You're a dork."

"And you're a brat."

"Brat tamer."

"Nerd."

"Dumb-head."

I gasp at him playfully. "You take that back! I am not a dumb-head," I exclaim with a playful hurt pout.

Scott walked passed us saying: "Yeah, that was uncalled for, Stiles." Scott had a playful grin on his face and Stiles shoved him before returning to hug me.

"Give me another kiss and I'll think about taking it back," Stiles smirks down at me. Scott raises his eyebrows and covers his eyes.

I laugh at the two dorks. I cup Stiles' chin and guide his mouth to connect with mine. Once again, I forgot that other people were near. I only realized that there were people near when I heard some of the lacrosse team members cheer for Stiles. I pull back with a smile, breaking into a laugh at the childish team members I've grown to be familiar with and adore. "Shove off Greenburg, Johnson, Garcia, Austin, you too, don't think you're hidden behind the bench," I laugh, using the member's name.

"You're not allowed to call him Austin, it's Vaught."

I roll my eyes at Stiles and glance back to Austin. "Vaught, shove off." I then look back to Stiles and ask with sass, "Better? Pretty boy?" He nods quickly and pecks my lips, humming with approval and kissing it again and again. "Stiles!"

"I'm sorry," he laughs. I smack his ass, something I do all the time. He squeaks in and runs with Scott as well as his team members who were waiting for him to go to the locker room. I watch him laugh and jump on Scott's back. A few of the members jumped on his back as well and ended up dog-piling. "Boys! Go shower, y'all stink!" I laugh. A few of them laugh and call me mom and I just flip them off.

This was fun to write. And so cute as well. I hope you enjoyed it, I love y'all babes! <3<3<3 Happy Valentine's Day!!!

[blue-the-hedgehog]

Teen Wolf 2x12 but it goes a little different.

He really had a shitty year. He wouldn’t dare to compare it to his friends but he really had a shitty year. Ok maybe Scott turning into a werewolf because of him was not good but at least he wouldn’t die of an athma attack and he became captain of the lacrosse team, ok maybe jackson turning into a manipulated lizard wasn’t fun but he half bring it upon himself as he was so obsessed about taking the bite to became the best , ok Lydia being hurt and manipulated by Peter Hale and her feeling like she is going crazy wasn’t good but now that she knew she seem a little better tho, ok Isaac’s father being killed will the boy was facing his new found wolfiness wasn’t good but he deserved it and he knew that Isaac would come around at some point, ok Boyd and Erica being hunted and tortured weren’t the best way to came into your new superpowered self and ok Allison had saw her aunt throat being ripped of and her mom killed herself, they were both psycho but still it was not fine. Now he was in his jeep with Lydia Martin after he get to find her. He had pushed her away but when his dad had told him that he was a hero, which he wasn’t really, he get back to find her. He had a phone call from Erica telling him that her and Boyd where free because of Chris Argent. it was good ! At least one good thing! Alright maybe he should have get to Allison after her mom’s death and get her into the really VIP club of the-ones-with-dead-mom… maybe she wouldn’t have been so quick to hunt Derek and his pack. Oh he should have bring Derek in the club too! The three of them would have bound around this similarity and maybe everything would have been fine!! Does Scott have told her why Derek at bite her mom? No, he certainly didn’t… So he should have told her and they all should be a little angry at Scott because she should have been, and Derek can be too because Scott always put every bad thing on Derek, and Stiles is angry too because his best friend never asked if he was alright! And always ditch him for his girlfriend! Talking about motherless people, he should have extend the invitation to Isaac too!

That what he was thinking when he tumbled into the warehouse and hit Lizard-Jackson. Everybody looked at him and Lydia as they jumped out of the car. He looked around and almost directly understood what was going on in here: Isaac was still full of dagger's wounds, Allison had said daggers in hands and was ready to fight, Scott was looking at Stiles with a confused look, somewhere hidding was Peter, he saw the body of Gerard Argent lying in a puddle of black goo and he saw Derek still paralysed on the floor in Beta form,wrecked and a betrayed look on his face. When he get back to reality Lydia went to Jackson and everybody was concentrated on them. Except Stiles, he kept his eyes on the evil Argent Grandpa, he looked dead, everybody thought he was dead. But he saw it , the suptil twitch of fingers. He start to head toward him slowly, well it wasn’t like anybody would notice him. As he arrive next to the old man he heard Peter and Derek leap to Jackson and dig their claws in his torso, back and front. A loud gasp of everyone, a sad scream of Lydia. The strawberry blond girl was crying as Jackson was dying in her arm. She started to walk away when suddenly everybody could heard claws scraping against the floor and Jackson rise back to life as a werewolf. Great so fucking great now the guy will be in the back-from-the-dead-werewolf club with Peter and once again he will be the only one to be alone in a club. He should really had invited Allison and Derek in his dead-mom club!They all cheered up but he felt Gerard try to move under the foot he had put on him to pin him on the ground and he couldn't help but gave him a hit in the face that was received with a grunt. Everybody turned toward him, Scott with his "it's not how we do things" look, not a single "what happened to your face Stiles?" and something hurt in his chest when he saw that Derek was trying to avoid his eyes. Does the guy thaught that he had something to do with all of this? whatever it is. So he look at Scott hand asked before his best friend opened his mouth.

-What have you done Scott?

-I didn't do any...

-Cut your crap!! What the fuck have you done?!

Stiles was pissed, really pissed and Scott wasn't used to be the target of this much of anger from his best friend. So he offered his best puppy eyes and explained what he had done. And,God help him, Stiles look furious after that. Every soul in this place saw Stiles assessing eyes fall on them, one by one and finally again on Derek. Did the man really thought that Stiles was a part of this shity plan? that he would have breatrayed him like this?! And then, Stiles snaped. He was fuming

-You really had go with this shit of a plan without coming to me for advise?! You are really this stupid Scott?! but I will handle you last ! First someone come and get this VERY ALIVE old creep tied up tightly thank you!

Chris came quickly to put handcuf and rope on Gerard, gun ready to shoot just in case. Stiles walked to Allison and held a finger out to her face.

-You! Can you tell me why you came so violently after Derek and his pack?

She held her head high and almost bite with her words

-Because Derek killed my mother Stiles! You know that my mother his dead! You can't understand!

Stiles’ finger drop with his hand along his side, he shook his head, sadness creeping into the anger and suddenly a little laugh came from Stiles and harsh look and tone were directed to the young huntress

-I can't understand? Me? Your mom is dead yes, It's sad, and I'm sorry for you Allison. But you are seventeen, you should have enough maturity to see what's happening! Derek didn't kill your mom! He had bite her! He had bite her to protect Scott from your fucking psychotic mom who was trying to kill him! She killed herself! She choose to die ! She could have lived as a Werewolf but she choose your stupid family code over her husband and daughter! My mom died too, but my mom never had the choice! She died when I was ten! You aunt killed the entire Hale family, she had killed Derek's mom when he was sixteen! And you dare coming after him because your mom choose to kill herself ?! You don't think that the fact that he loose all his family because of YOUR aunt and had to run away and had to fight your family again, is enough? and I don't list everything here! You came after Erica and Boyd who did nothing to your family for this too?! You had hurt Isaac this bad for this too?! You had fucking worried your dad for this too... You had loose your mom, he had loose his wife ... So get it together ! You are acting like a poor spoiled princess and don't even care about hurting other people ! I don't care that you had been manipulated by your grand father, you could have listen to your dad, I know that he had tried...

The girl opened her mouth to argue but she couldn't came with anything and looked down letting her daggers fall on the floor.

-I...I'm sorry Stiles...I..I had let my pain blind me and I didn't though about all this

-YES OBVIOUSLY!

Derek was looking at Stiles with wide eyes, a little warmth was growing into his chest. The boy was defending him? Then Stiles started to lecture everyone in the room, coming to Lydia and Jackson after that.

-Lydia, you already had your lecture earlier, think about it would you?

She nodded and almost hide herself behind the very naked Jackson. Stiles sigh before he fetch a spare sweetpant and t-shirt that he let in his car. He through it to the blond boy and didn't wait to speak first

-Just take the fucking clothes! Yes you can throw away those filthy and cheap rags when you get home if you want. But just Shut up and take it. And stop wanting things that people don't recommend to you. Fucking LISTEN! It could help you, don't you think? The bite that you wanted so damn much had changed you in a big lizard manipulated by a stupid teenager seeking revange and after that an evil old man seeking for the bite too! they had used you! So work on yourself now!

Jackson's jaws clench but he noded too once he had put on Stiles's clothes.

-Thanks for the clothes.

-You're welcome, I couldn’t let you walk around naked I'm not a monster...

A low growl, practicaly imperceptible by anyone took place in Derek's chest, he didn't like the fact that Stiles' scent was now all over Jackson. It felt wrong. But he took on him and follow the boy that was now mooving to Isaac. But a softer look appeared on the sheriff's son face

-Are you ok Isaac? Did it heal fine?

The young werewolf nodded and looked at Stiles confused by the soft tone but suddenly something more sour hint in the pale boy's voice.

-How is it to be Scott best friend for a few days? fun? Do you see what happen when you follow his stupid plans blindly without using your brain? You get fucking hurt! Because he don't take you in count in his plan! He didn't thought that you could be fucking hurt! You should stick to your alpha and don't go following my stupid childhood best friend if you are not ready to use your brain! You could have died today! learn to take care of you would you!?

Isaac looked shipishly at Stiles and let a little whine escape. Stiles had use a softer tone and hadn't yell at him. Stiles came to ruffle slowly Isaac hair.

-What I'm saying is that you are clever and you know how to survive but once someone show you some attention you just do wathever they say and t's not safe for you Isaac, I don't want you to be hurt for something like today or be use by someone you understand?

The young wolf nod and melt a little against Stiles touch. The human had been kind, he knew that Isaac would be affraid if he had yell or seemed ready to hit him. But even softer he had made his point heard. Then the boy get to Peter.

-You creeper Wolf! If you had helped your nephew this wouldn't had happened! You just had to kill the evil grandpa and everything would have been fine! Stop hiding !! You want your last remaining family to die ?!

-No, I don't! You have no lesson to tell me you little human!

-Yes I have some actually! You really have to learn how to take care of the ones you love! Because I know you care about Derek! So act like it would you!! You are really smart! I know that you saw what you could have done to avoid this outcome don't you?

-...Yes ,you're right...You're a smart little brat aren’t you?

A mischievous smile was on Peter's face but fall right away when Stiles looked at him with daggers in his eyes. He turn toward Scott, his gaze dark, his fists clenched so tight that his knuckles where white. His tone low and dangerous.

-You! You are the worst best friend that someone could ask for!

-Why are you…

-SHUT UP SCOTT! Didn’t you forgot someone when you did your little pact with Evil grandpa over there?! Do you really care so little about me that you didn’t even ask what happened to me?! Do you see my face?! I may have a few ribs almost broke! The old psychopath over there had abducted me and brought me in a freaking bassement with Boyd and Erica , the two of them being tortured and I had been beaten up because I am your friend! it was a message for you !! You didn't even care about your very human childhood bestfriend before your little huntress of a girlfriend who know how to use weapons! I don't talk about Mama McCall, you had done right for that at least! God! what even was your shitty plan here...Don't! Don't try to tell me that it work because if I wasn't their the Evil old man would have escape! You know pretty well what you just did to Derek!! You had used something very dear to him without telling him about it before!You had let him took the blame for Allison's mother without even giving her the explanation she deserve! She deserve to know why her mother had choose to kill herself! Do you think a little sometimes about peoples feelings? We are living people Scott, not just side kicks in a teen serie where you are the hero!

The young wolf looked like a kicked puppy but wouldn't dare to spoke as he had never saw his bestfriend so angry, hurt and betrayed. Stiles came to put a hand on Chris shoulder, his voice softened.

-As you see I'm not affraid to yell at big strong adults...if you can call Peter an adult... First, I'm sorry for your loss...I can't tell that I know first hand how it is to loose a wife but I saw my dad after my mother died... It was... really bad. You handle it well in comparison. I offer it in his behave but, don't hesitate to go talk to my dad if in need. He would be glade to share a beer with you. Secondly, I heard on my way here that you had helped Erica and Boyd to get free, thank you for that, I wasn't strong enough and maybe a little too stupid ... You are a good man Mister Argent.

-You had done well kid, a lot of people would have run and hide at your place you know?

Chris offered a small smile to Stiles. The teen then walk to Derek and point a finger at him. The man crossed his arms trying to look bigger and confident, ready to took a big yell. But he couldn't help his eyes to go wide when he heard the soft and concern tone in Stiles voice.

-You!! Are you alright? I'm sorry for what Scott had done to you, he should have talk about his plan with you before. If it confort you I wasn't aware of it neither. It was half good and half really stupid, so many things has not been taken in concideration. And I don't want you to think that I was a part of that! If I was it would have been almost perfect, and you would have known, I wouldn't have done that to you...But you should communicate more you know that?! Anyway, you shouldn't have to be forced to bite someone, and even more this filthy Evil Old grandpa and..

Derek couldn't take it he was listening intendly at Stiles but his bruised cheek and his slited lips was distracting. He took the boy’s face carefully in his hands as everyone gasped at the mouvement and as the man dared to cut Stiles mid-sentence. His eyes glowing red as soon as he felt Stiles’ pain.

-Stiles, just a second... Me, I'm fine, I'm okay, No wound that couldn't heal in minutes and nothing more than a deep feeling of filthiness, betrayal and now it don't seem so important because I know that you are not a part of it... I know it's strange... But ...You... Are you ok? You have more than just you face...You have so much pain ...

Derek couldn't help and had started to drow pain from Stiles, The teen was in so much pain that Derek couldn't understand how he was still standing and yelling to everyone. And as easy as he had snapped from anger, Stiles broke from hurt and the loss of adrenaline, tears falling from those big bambi whisky eyes. Violent sobs escaped Stiles as he hold his ribs even if he couldn't feel the pain right now. Derek was heartbroken as he smell the suddent scent of sadness, fear and pain rolling in wave from Stiles. He couldn't hold a whine and he pull causiously the human against him. With one hand Stiles gripped at his shirt like it was a life line.

-I...I hate all of this! I know that sometimes I don't care about people feelings but now it's too much. Everyone fight because they are too self centered to care about others. And Erica and Boyd where tortured and I couldn't helped them...a...And I didn't even had the chance to enjoy my good game of tonight because I had been abducted and beaten up by this old freak! and ...And It was a really good game you know? I ..I scored a few time and I made us win! Do you believe it!!And I had done everything for Scott, I know it's my fault if he had been turned, it should have been me... (« yes! i should have bite you indeed ! » they all could hear Peter add in the back) But do you think it's normal that he totally forget about me when it come to protecting people he love?! Like her dad would never let Allison be hurt by anyone! And Mamà McCall know about all the supernatural stuff! But me, my dad didn't even know ... I had to lie to him once again...And I’m alone!! I can’t heal fast! I don’t have super strength or, know how to use weapons. It’s a matter of time before you see that Lydia is smarter than me! And we all know she is more than human! I’m the only basic human here! And my best friend forgot to negotiate my safety… And you! You should start to take care of yourself ! Talk to us and try to trust some of us… I know that it will be difficult now because of what Scott had done here but you could trust me!! I trust You! I don’t want you to die!! I care about you! So stop doing your thing alone !! An Alpha is stronger with a big pack! So stop shutting people willing to be part of it away!! I can help even if I’m not a wolf!!

Stiles knew that he should have stop talking long ago as he could hear Scott whimpering. But he was hurt, he had a really rough day and when he saw what had happened here it was too much for him on so many levels. He could feel that Derek had tensed a little and suddenly his sob stoped. Oh god he had told this out loud isn’t it?! He was so fucked, he needed to run away from those two strong and warm arms. He tried to slip away but Derek hold tightened around him and he felt Derek’s cheek against him before the wolf start to nuzzled the crook of his neck. it felt so warm and intimate and he felt safe and so calm that he didn’t move. The Alpha talked low and soft.

-Stiles, I’m sorry… I thought that you didn’t trust me … Didn’t realize that You really cared about me… It’s okay you’re safe … you are not alone

Stiles’ hold tight on Derek’s shirt, his brain start to fill with a fog. The werewolf was draining his pain as he hugged him, he was warm and strong, a shelter of safety around his broken body. The teen let the tiredness took over, Jackson wasn’t a lizard anymore, the old psycho grandpa was tied up, Erica and Boyd were free and safe at the loft waiting for him, Allison was a little confused but hopefully not willing to kill Derek anymore, Lydia was fine, Scott had been yelled at and he would make sure later that Melissa will punish him for his stupidity, Isaac would hopefully think before following Scott’s plan from now, Chris Argent was on their side, Peter was…well Peter but not up to no good for now , no dangerous police call had emanated from the radio in the jeep so his dad was safe at home and Derek was wrapped up around him so he was sure that the man was fine. A smile appeared on his lips as he fall asleep in Derek’s arms.

-‘m feeling like a mom… kids are exhausting…

Derek carried him bridal style, smiling fondly as everyone hold small laugh. Next morning, Stiles woke up in his bed, the Alpha of the Hale pack wrapped around him, his face in the crook of his neck and a hand on his waist. Somewhere in the back of his head, a shadow was lurking, something wrong was happening. But just for a few more hours he wanted to enjoy this safe space, just a little more. He fell back to sleep as he brushed his fingers on Derek’s chest.

[ace-t-fic]

Does popularity matter when Stiles smiles?

Jackson: you're so whipped

Derek: what's wrong with loving my boyfriend Whittemore?!

Jackson: you took him to a comic book store

Derek: So- I had my letterman jacket on the whole time.

Jackson: Yeah, and you know what invalidates that jacket more than knee fracture? A Geek hanging onto it!

[dread-doctors-apologist]

quarantine headcannons

- Boyd Erica and Isaac are the "time isn't real" household

- Isaac is making an omelette at 4pm and it's simultaneously Erica's brunch, Boyd's dinner and Isaac's midnight snack

- everytime they enter a room with one of the others in it they say good morning, they don't know if it's morning, they don't care, it's all perpetually morning

- Scott, Stiles, Lydia and Allison are all stuck in their three bedroom apartment,

- Scott still hasn't seen all of starwars, (he's stuck inside with Stiles, of course he's seen at least one)

- Scott and Allison have absolutely given each other COVID once or twice...

- Lydia keeps accidentally getting into arguments with strangers on the internet while trying to debunk COVID myths

- it was not long before Stiles joins in.

- they hold stupid competitions like 'how many masks can you fit on one face'

- this ended with an debate on whether bandanas can be considered masks,

- the only way to settle the argument was the call the rest of the pack,,,,,

- this then started a tradition of calling the pack over zoom once a week to play dumb games/among us competitions

- Liam keeps forgetting to take his mask off when he gets home,,,

- after about two days his roomates (Theo, Hayden, Mason and Corey) stopped telling him

- instead they'd see how long he could go without noticing, (he once left it on for four hours)

- mason gets them to play monopoly sometimes

- an abbridged list of crimes committed while playing monopoly

1. Theo blatantly stealing cash from the box (not even trying to hide it)

2. mason skipping liam's turn while Hayden or Theo distracts him

3. Corey giving rent discounts to his boyfriend

4. Corey raising rent for everyone else

5. Hayden making go to jail cards (a piece of scrap paper with the word jail written) and putting them on the top of the chance card pile.

6. Liam calling scott to ask for advice in the middle of his turn.

- they've never actually finished a game

- Erica, Boyd and Isaac all try to learn how to cook

- collectively they can cook enough to survive

- but they don't really know much more than eggs and pasta

- half the time they give up and get frozen pizza

- their apartment is only one bedroom so occasionally one of them will lock themselves in the bathroom to be alone

- problem is it's also a one bathroom apartment.

[mysticallystilinski]

BLAME IT ON THE ALCOHOL?

a stiles stilinski x fem!reader fic

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CW ! 18 + SMUT ( fingering, p in v intercourse, underage drinking, oral intercourse (f!receiving), bestfriends to fuckers )

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the beat was loud, in the best way possible. vibrating through yours and stiles bodies, leaving a trail of sound waves wherever you lead. a classic beacon hills party, loud, rowdy, and full of horny teenagers.

it wasn’t usually your cup of tea, but lydia of course forced you to come. she picked out the little burgundy dress, and slight heels that would make all the guys drool over you. doing your makeup to a perfection, with elegance and the most precise perfumes for seductiveness.

heading to the kitchen, you held stiles wrist to ease the risk of not losing him to the large crowds surrounding you guys. “LET’S TAKE SHOTS”, scott yelled. of course he was already drunk, about 4 shots deep approximately. stiles headed to the side of you, grabbing a red solo cup, then another. “hm – y/n, how many shot’s do you want?”

“3 or 4”, you question. he poured you about 2 shots of vodka, and him 3. god, you couldn’t handle the way he did everything more than you. the way he thought he could baby you. grabbing the bottle, you poured about another shot into your cup, and downed it with ease.

stiles eyes widened at this sudden burst of confidence, a slight spark filling his mind but he slowly smirked. “we’re gonna have so much fun tonight”, he chuckled. already the alcohol hitting your system, you gave him a slight smile, and a thumbs up. sounds good sti.

without warning, you left stiles, and the rest of the pack to fend for themselves with the alcohol. heading into the living room, one of your favorite songs came on, especially to grind to. looking around, you were looking for someone to dance with. eyes hazy, landing on stiles from across the room, you slowly made your way over to him.

he was talking to a girl, specifically someone you’ve known had liked him for a while; per the gossip at beacon hills high. “sti — baby, come on let’s dance”, you whined. his eyes widened, and his pants tightened at these words. the girl scoffed, and walked away after hearing those words come out of your mouth.

“oh no! wait”, stiles plead to her, but she just ignored him before heading around a corner. stiles turned to face you with a harsh look on his face, contorted but almost with lust. his hands gripped your waist, slightly but still holding with a grip. leaning down to your ear he spoke, “what was that all about?” it wasn’t that he minded it, it was the fact that you waited till then to pursue the move.

your face showed all your emotions, lust, jealousy, and seduction. facing him, you went to spoke, but were stopped with your own thoughts. lord – he was hot. it was almost like, you couldn’t focus?

you felt his breath, harsh and hot on your neck as his lips were dangerously close to your ear. “it’s- just-”, you tried to speak before he pulled away to make eye contact with you.

was it the alcohol, or are you horny? no, no – you couldn’t think that. he’s just your best friend, nothing else. “hm.. are you going to argue or?”, he laughed. your eyes glistened with lust, looking up into his. he was concerned for a moment, hand on your waist until you went closer into him — slightly brushing up against his bulge.

a short gasp came from his mouth, and before you both knew it, his hands were on your ass and yours entangled in his hair while making out. his lips were colliding with yours in a vastly manner, sweet to the taste but rough to the touch. you felt eyes burning into your skull of the people surrounding you — but god that turned you on even more.

you moaned slightly as his tongue made its way into your mouth, almost intoxicating you. gripping onto his hair, stiles groaned into your mouth which figuratively made you melt.

the truth was there, you wanted to fuck stiles stilinski. and you wanted to do it tonight.

the alcohol was beating through your system, at an exceptionally fast pace as you were already heading up the stairs with stiles close behind you. you didn’t know who’s house it was, but did you care? not really.

stumbling up the steps, surprisingly you and stiles made your way to the guest room in one piece. the door slammed open, then shut when your two bodies were in there. lock clicking, you pulled your dress down your body, leaving you in only a bra and panties.

stiles practically stopped in his tracks, you could tell he wanted you badly. his eyes filled with some type of darkness, a type of harsh emotion even stronger than lust. his lips slightly agape, he walked up to you and brought his hand up to your chin.

making you look at him, your eye contact faltered from the floor to his brown orbs. his moles were ever so prominent all of a sudden, almost making you want to reach out and run your fingers along them in a gaze.

“take off your clothes”, you spoke in a hush. immediately, he obeyed, taking off his dark red flannel, and navy blue jeans from his toned body. left in nothing but his boxers, you two were faced bare, with nothing to say.

thoughts ran through both of your guys minds, the most prominent was if this was a good idea.

but fuck it.

fuck it, and fuck him. without saying anything, stiles walked closer to you, pushing you backward and towards the bed. with him hovering over you, and his hand gripping onto your back, your panties were a sopping mess.

“baby, you look so good, and all for me?”, he groaned. a sigh left your lips in retaliation as he traced kisses down your neck, and collarbone. stiles sucked, and bit lightly on the warm skin beneath him before pushing you completely onto the bed.

your body hit the soft, lonely mattress before stiles had crawled his way on top of you. a linger of him appearing through your dazed eyes as he slowly took away your panties from your aching core.

already, the brush of his fingers on the inner part of your thighs was enough to make your head get thrown back. “sti — please, just do something already”, you whimpered softly. you saw his cocky smirk already brewing, panties thrown to the side.

“beg for it”, he spoke. your breath quickly got caught in your throat at those three words. “beg for it?”, you questioned. “you heard me”.

him saying that practically made you cum on the spot. as soon as your legs clenched together, stiles, being the impatient person he is, forced them open and delved right him.

his tongue worked furiously upon your clit, sucking in sweet motions, and hitting just the right spot. your eyes were rolling, back arched, and you – being a slut only for stiles, were grinding upon his face.

“s- sti- oh my god”, you moaned out. that fueled something in him, something that made him go not just harder, but faster and more precise. you felt him chuckle into your heat, sending a wave of vibrations through your body.

he wouldn’t stop — he couldn’t stop until he made you finish. your hands made their way into his sweat-ridden hair, gripping so tightly that you could almost pull his head away.

as you let out shaky moans, stiles surprised you. he suddenly pushed two fingers inside of your core, nice and deep. you would’ve thought he would be softer, but no – the man was rough. the overstimulation was getting to be too much as his fingers curved and his tongue continued on it’s mindful pace.

“stiles, you’re making me feel so good”, you whimper out. getting to your breaking point, your thighs begin to wrap around his head. taking that as a sign, he released both his tongue, and his fingers from your body. “what the hell sti?”.

but before you could protest any further, he got up and removed his tight boxers. his long cock was just sitting in front of you – of course you felt tempted to put it in. “what?”, he questioned.

your mouth stayed agape as stiles hovered upon your body, cock sitting at your entrance. “well if you’re not going to say anything, then i guess my cock will just have to stay here”, he spoke while slowly rubbing the tip between your folds.

hurriedly, you kept trying to grind, trying to push the head into your heat — but no luck as stiles kept your hips pinned. “i told you earlier, you’re going to have to beg”, but how could you beg when his sweaty hair was sticking to his forehead, and he kept giving you those seductive eyes.

his lips were glossy, specifically from your juices before. stiles noticed you looking at his lips, so he licked them dry. before you could even look at his fingers, he stuck them in his mouth, sucking all the remaining juices from them. “mm — tastes so’fuckin good”.

with you distracted, he slowly made his way inside you, bucking his hips into yours. whimpers came out of your mouth as he surely filled you up.

focusing solely on him got you off, and he never looked better. his eyes rolled back every thrust he made inside of you, with each passing moment his breathing became harder. it was like he couldn’t make eye contact with you — or you would need a plan b

stiles began to rub your clit, no fusses came from your mouth from that action of his. “sti — sti, please you feel so good”, you moaned. in retaliation, you proceeded to pull him closer, forcing his body up to yours. that made your legs go up even higher, hitting a spot unimaginable to any person.

marks made down his back were shown as a force of passion, all scratch marks from you. it was almost like you two were so inaudible from the intense pleasure given to each-other. stiles forced himself to speak, “hm? am i making you feel good, am i hitting all the right spots?”.

that cause a reaction in you, a force of you to finish. you were a moaning mess in his arms, tears forming from stimulation and cries were muffled by the sound of the loud music. just by your sounds, a chain reaction appeared, stiles orgasm hitting him just as hard.

his load shot into you, so far and so deep. panting, and makeup stains were all over your face, along with stiles groaning as well. stiles slid out of you, and fell onto the bed.

“what the fuck just happened?”, you spoke in a whisper.

a silence echoed throughout the room, darkness became persistent, and both sets of eyes felt heavy.

“blame it on the alcohol?”

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[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Do you know any bestfriend peter and stiles fixes no steter just really good best friends I just feel like there so underrated <3

Yeah!

Accident by Chattalgi

(1/1 I 964 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Stiles hurts himself.

Derek is there to help.

I’ll Go Through a Million Tragedies Just to Be with You by Ghosted_Redacted

(1/? I 993 I Not Rated I Stackson)

Stiles is suffering after the nogitsune, but that doesn’t mean he has to suffer alone. Sure, no one in town other than an (ex) homicidal werewolf, but that’s…fine.

But then he gets a call from London.

And maybe people do care.

(In other words: everyone suffers. But everyone also finds someone to love)

Two of Swords by pixieblade

(1/1 I 7,484 I Teen I Sterek)

Denial, blocking off emotions, avoidance of and not seeing the truth, stalemate, impasse.

---

They gather to stare at the orb. It's cold, where it should be warm. There's death, where life should flourish. One reaches out a hand, takes the freezing orb and presses it deep against his chest, sharing warmth and life and love.

'Breathe, little spark,' he whispers softly. Finding gentleness when it was once so lost to him. 'Breathe,' he coaxes. 'We're here. You're not alone anymore. Never again.'

The orb shudders in his embrace. Tears, like a melodic tinkling, dance across it's surface as it gives in and sinks into the heat of the other.

Never again, it repeats, and prays the other is right.

Wild (Blue Neighborhood) by BeautyOnFyre

(1/1 I 11,029 I Teen I Sterek)

Peter's lethargic body was unresponsive as he sat in the wheelchair, endlessly staring out the window of his hospital room. His side twinged a bit from the rough scrubbing the nurse had given his mottled flesh earlier and he ached to move even a finger.

"Uncle Peter?" The small voice was behind him in the doorway. He remembered that voice. Contrary to the title bestowed from the small girl that rounded his chair into his line of sight, Stiles Stilinski was not related to Peter at all.

Or how Stiles and Peter became best friends for life and brought Stiles into the Pack.

A Wolf's Ribbon by Dexterous_Sinistrous

(6/6 I 36,091 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek had been coached on how to approach the child heir apparent while hundreds of eyes watched him. He kept his eyes focused on the cradle, leaning over the edge as best he could to see the baby everyone had been talking about.

Stiles smiled when he saw Derek, kicking his legs out as he reached a hand up for him. He cooed at Derek, his fingers grabbing at the older boy in an attempt to touch him, all to no avail. He gurgled out a laugh when Derek reached a hand down into the cradle, snatching hold of his fingers as best he could.

Derek offered a small smile in response, allowing Stiles to playfully tug on his hand.

The two children made an adorable sight before the Court and their parents. That was the moment Queen Talia and King John decided to arrange their marriage. Every second was planned out without the voiced concern of the children.

It takes a village by pixieblade

(32/? I 78,312 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles is tired. He's tired of always having to defend himself to his so-called best friend. He's tired of being ignored and he's tired of the Pack never having his back.

So this is his line. He'd draw it in the sand, but all he has is a glitter sharpie.

It'll have to do.

Baseball Bats and Sour Wolves by Erin1324

(68/? I 84,425 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek is cursed with some sort of spell, and for some reason only responds to Stiles as a result. He tries to attack everyone else, even his Alpha, he's also acting super overprotective of Stiles, hardly letting anyone get close to him.

Joining the Fang Gang by AClosedFicIsNeverRead

(21/? I 87,645 I Explicit I Sterek)

“Lydia? Lydia, look at me,” Derek urged, a slight tremor in his voice as he fought to be gentle with her despite his alarm. She blinked through tears and struggled to meet his gaze as he crouched in front of her. “What did you see?”

“Forest… It’s dark… His Dad is screaming for him…” Her lips trembled as she shook her head and gasped, “Oh, God… He’s dying, Derek. I can feel it… It hurts so much… Oh, poor Stiles…”

- OR -

The one where Stiles is turned into a vampire, hides it from the pack, and tries to manage his new 'condition' without them noticing.

[farfromharry]

Let it be | Dating Stiles Stilinski

pov: you’re dating Stiles Stilinski

Summary: Between werewolf stuff and having to now babysit Jackson, you and Stiles didn’t get much alone time. So any opportunity to head out on a date was taken and savoured. But tonight was different, tonight you decided was the night you were going to tell Scott you were together.

Word count - 3472

Warnings - language

Based on: season one, episode ten

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Chasing after Jackson’s dumbass on a Saturday was not your ideal way to spend your weekend. You’d tried to worm your way out of it with sly kisses and puppy dog eyes to your boyfriend, hoping to butter him up enough that he’d just let you sleep in instead. But it backfired completely, he still dragged you out of bed and out of the house with a simple statement that you had to go babysit Jackson from the Argents. This was all Peter’s fault and you were really cursing him right now.

“Don’t you think he can look after himself?” you tried for possibly the thousandth time from the backseat of your boyfriend’s jeep. Scott just sighed again. “No, and you know why. So please stop asking.” 

When you pulled into the empty parking lot you could already see Chris Argent making conversation with the boy you were looking for, the one thing you really could’ve done without. It meant you actually had to engage with Jackson, rather than just watching him from afar. 

The rock music from Stiles’ radio was blasting, that plus the screech of the car’s tires alerted the two males of your arrival. “Yo,” Scott greeted. Stiles nodded. “What’s up?” 

You stayed silently, firmly placed in your seat, intent on not interacting with Jackson for the sake of your own sanity. You really didn’t like him, not that your friends did. He was just so unbelievably unbearable to talk to.

Scott pretended like you hadn’t just been watching them from a distance. “Is everything okay?”

Chris greeted the boy but you could sense the irritation even from where you were sitting. You'd obviously interrupted the start of his plan and he wasn’t happy about it, but that’s exactly what you were there for. “Your friend here was just having car trouble. I’m taking a look.” 

There was so much tension between the older man and your bestfriend that it could literally have been cut with a blunt knife. Jackson was shuffling awkwardly, feeling like he’d been caught in the middle of two parents fighting, unsure what he was meant to do or say. He didn’t even know why Mr Argent was being so kind to him, nor why you, Scott and Stiles suddenly wanted to be best buds. 

“There’s a shop right down the street, I’m sure they’ll have a tow truck.”

“Do you want a ride?” Stiles asked. Scott pushed open his door, making it obvious that he’d let him in if he agreed. You knew this was the plan but part of you was actually hoping he’d say no so you didn’t have to sit with his arrogant ass for however long.

“Come on Jackson. You’re way too pretty to be out here all by yourself.” You snorted in the back seat, muttering a ‘yeah right’ that earned you a light swat to your knee, a quick glare from your boyfriend having you holding your hands up in surrender.

Scott just stared at him, lowering his eyebrows slightly to try and emphasise the fact that he really needed to get in the car. Jackson just nodded, heading over to where the door to the passenger side was still open.

“Hey boys!” The roar of an engine had the four of your heads snapping back in the direction of Allison’s dad. “Told you I knew a few things about cars.” 

The four of you watched him strut his way back over to his own car, abandoning whatever his plan for Jackson had originally intended to be. You all saw him drive away with just as much intention as Stiles had stopped here when you found the rich kid. It was silent for a few seconds between you all as you and Stiles clambered out of the car to stand around outside the vehicle with the other two teenage boys. 

Jackson was the one to break the silence, rather aggressively you may add. “What, are you following me now?”

“Yes, you fucking idiot. You almost gave away everything right there,” Scott responded with a similar level of irritation in his tone. 

“What are you talking about?” He looked confused, his head tilting slightly. 

“He thinks you’re the second beta. He thinks you’re me!” In a burst of anger he hit his fist into the door of Stiles' jeep, the younger boy gasping slightly. “Dude my jeep.”

You just giggled, earning yourself another slight glare and a small push. When you gathered your footing again he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, letting your body lean slightly into him as you watched the two teens bicker.

“I can hear your heart beating from a mile away, literally! Now he thinks that there’s something wrong, and now I have to keep an eye on you so he doesn’t kill you too!” You truly believed the anger was unnecessary. The two were just yelling nonsense at each other at this point, and the other had no care for whatever came out of their mouth. Jackson’s mind was made up, and so was Scotts, neither willing to listen to anything but their thoughts; especially a certain Porsche driver, but that’s the way he’d always been. 

Scott once again stepped to hit the door of Stiles’ car in his blind fury, this time it being you who stepped in to move him away from that area. 

“Okay, okay. How about we just step away from Stiles’ jeep.” Your boyfriend sent you a grateful smile as you guided your friend forwards a little so he wasn’t within hitting distance of the car behind him. Stiles almost let out a verbal breath of relief at the gesture. Your attention was quickly drawn back to the two males who hadn’t been paying attention to anyone but each other, you and Stiles may as well not even be there, it’s not like they’d notice. Hell, Argent could come back and they probably wouldn’t notice. 

“You know what, this is your problem, not mine, okay? I didn’t say anything, which means you’re the one that’s gonna get me killed, okay?” Jackson said. Apparently your idea hadn’t worked, especially not when the next thing the boy did was shove your friend right into the passenger door, increasing Stiles’ frustration. “This is your fault.”

“Can we stop hitting my jeep?”

You saw the two go for each other, taking the initiative to step in and place a hand on either of their chests. Trying to be the reasonable one. If Scott went wolf mode on Jackson, he wouldn’t survive that kind of attack. Although you’d love to see him prove he couldn’t protect himself from even the babiest of werewolves. “Just stop, all right?” you insisted. 

“When they come after you, I won’t be able to protect you. I can’t protect anyone.” A chill ran up your spine when his eyes flickered over to you, your heart sinking in your chest slightly at what that was meant to imply. With a quick over to Stiles you confirmed that he was wondering too. “Why are you looking at us?”

You went unanswered as Scott turned his head back to face the boy in front of him, leaving you and Stiles to ponder what he meant silently. 

Jackson broke yet another silence with his spite this time. “You know what? Now you have to do it. Get me what I want and I will be fine protecting myself.” 

He was desperately trying to get him to see reason. “All it does is make things worse.” 

He scoffed. “Oh really? You can hear anything you want and run faster than humanly possible. Sounds like a real hardship, McCall.”

“Yeah, I might be able to run faster, but I can also hear stuff like my girlfriend telling people she doesn’t trust me anymore, right before breaking up with me.” You could see him getting slightly emotional, the breakup was still very much a sore spot for him, especially with the way he was being taunted by Jackson through it all too. So you decided to speak up in hopes of doing what your friend couldn’t.

“Jackson,” his head turned towards you. “He’s not lying. I’ve witnessed all of it, first hand, this hasn’t been easy for him.” Your friend nodded along. “It ruins your life,” Stiles added. 

He shook his head with a quiet chuckle, his eyes flickering to look Scott dead in the eye. “It ruined your life.”

With that statement he headed back to his car, climbing in his Porsche and taking off like Scott hadn’t just been trying to save his life, a muttered ‘asshole’ slipping out of your lips.

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Another date was what you and Stiles believed you deserved after being stuck basically babysitting the Whittemore kid for days on end. He’d told you to dress fancy, a difference from your usual dates but you didn’t mind, and then he’d surprised you by taking you to an exceptionally fancy restaurant for the only Stilinski child. 

It’d been bliss, the entire night. He’d made you laugh, he’d complimented you more than you could possibly even begin to count and god you were so in love with that boy. The last thing you wanted to do was finally tell your best friend about the two of you, now felt like a good time, and that’d really complete your night. 

“Hey, Sti,” you called. His attention had previously been focused on how much of his food he could fit in his mouth at once, so you found much amusement in watching him try to quickly swallow it all down so he could respond. You were patient with him, but you also found it quite funny so you were going to enjoy the sight as long as you could.

He nearly choked once or twice but eventually cleared his throat. Squeaking out a response. “Yeah?” 

“Do you think we should tell Scott? I know we were waiting for the perfect moment but, everything just seems to keep getting worse so maybe now’s a good time. And it’s been so long and I-'' He shushed you calmly, taking your hand in his and resting them on the table, lightly stroking his thumb over your knuckles. “I’m sure he’d understand if we waited. But we can tell him whenever you’re ready.” 

You nodded, biting back a grin. The only thing holding you back from loving on Stiles every minute of the day was that Scott didn’t know, so if you told him it’d just make everything easier. 

“Stop by his house after dessert?” you suggested. He nodded, bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss the back of it gently. “Whatever you want, lover.”

You stuck to the plan, heading to the McCall house after you’d finished your desserts. You were positively stuffed and so full of love and joy in that very moment that you actually thought if Scott hated the idea of you being together as much as you feared he would that even that couldn’t dampen your mood. 

Stiles was the one to actually knock on the door, something about you claiming you were much too nervous to do it, like heart nearly beating out of your chest nervous. Which only increased tenfold when Scott opened the door to you both.

“Hey guys..” He eyed you both in your nice outfits suspiciously, his hand lingering on his front door as he waited for you to tell him something insane. He knew you’d both done something, because you wouldn’t have those ‘I can’t wait to tell you what I did’ looks on your faces if not. An expression of Stiles’ that he was actually incredibly familiar with. “What are you doing here?” 

“We have to tell you something,” Stiles announced. He raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. “Oh really?” His eyes trailed to the hand Stiles had slyly placed on your lower back, and he inhaled deeply as he realised this was probably going to be the moment you let the secret out. The same secret he’d known for weeks. 

You couldn’t contain it anymore, your smile wide as the words finally blurted from your mouth. “Me and Stiles are dating!” 

The boy beside you rolled his eyes, mentally cursing you for spoiling the secret when you were the one who insisted on breaking it to him easily. That certainly wasn’t easy, you’d basically just yelled the information in his face. He seemed rather unphased though, which slightly confused you both. Why was he not more shocked?

“I know.” Those were not the words you expected him to say, both your faces morphing into ones of similar confusion. “You know?” you simultaneously asked. It was actually kind of creepy if Scott said so. He nodded his head in confirmation, doing nothing to explain how he knew or how long he’d known. “For how long?”

He paused as he thought about it before a lightbulb went off in his head. “Remember that night at the animal clinic, when you went to get some air.”

Your jaw gaped, eyes widening slightly as you stared in disbelief. “That long, and you didn’t think to say anything?”

He shrugged, smiling at the two of you as he noticed how Stiles’ arm had wrapped around your waist and you were subconsciously leaning into his side. He would’ve noticed the little things like the small touches and looks even if he didn’t already know you were dating, and he would’ve pieced it together eventually. “I thought if you wanted me to know then you would’ve told me. I wanted you to tell me on your own terms.”

It was actually a rather sweet gesture, one that had your heart warming a little bit that he’d taken that extra care to let you get comfortable with it. 

“So you aren’t mad we kept it from you for so long?” you asked. That was the one question that had worried you the most when you thought about telling him. You didn’t want to- You couldn’t deal with him being angry at you on top of everything else the three of you were suddenly going through this year. He shook his head, pulling you into a quick hug to reassure you. “I’m happy for you both. And I’m not angry, but I’m glad you finally told me, cause now I can stop pretending I didn’t already know.”

After visiting Scott you headed home with Stiles, planning on staying the night with him to make the rest of your night just as sweet as the beginning had been. 

You entered the Stilinski household with a wider grin than Stiles had ever seen, the boy following in right behind you as the two of you headed towards the kitchen to put away the leftovers from the restaurant. Just for a moment everything felt impossibly perfect. You halted in your spot though when you found Noah sitting at the table adjacent to the kitchen, a bottle of some kind of alcohol beside him and multiple case files scattered in the space surrounding his exhausted figure.

“Hey Noah,” you greeted sweetly. He raised his head from his work, offering you a short wave and his son a small smile. “How was your date?” 

Stiles made an overexaggerated groaning noise. “The food was to die for.” 

“Not that you even tasted it with how quick you were eating,” you teased, poking at his stomach lightly to further your point. “Is that all you can remember from your night?” 

He grinned, momentarily forgetting his dad was there as he pulled you into his chest, intending on leaning in to kiss you before the Sheriff cleared his throat. The boy nodded, suddenly remembering where he was. “My date was lovely too, very beautiful girl.” 

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the heat that rushed to your cheeks as you dipped out of his arms so he wouldn’t sense your embarrassment.

“Well, I’m glad you had fun.” Stiles obviously knew his dad inside out, so just from the way he delivered that sentence he could tell there was something major bothering him, and he hated to see it. His dad deserved nothing but happiness, and it hurt his heart a little bit that he didn’t also feel that way.

“Why don’t you go up to my room? I’ll be there in a little bit.” You nodded, sensing it had something to do with him talking to Noah. You pecked his lips lightly before heading upstairs like he’d said, leaving him alone in the room with his father.

It was a good while before he came back, so you busied yourself with filing through some of his stuff while he was gone, after you’d changed into some comfier clothes that happened to be his. You shouldn’t have, but it was only little things like pictures or the little scribbles he’d made in various notebooks of his. 

You were focused on a certain picture of the two of you when you were around seven, that’d been pinned on his wall when he came barging into the room, finding you sitting at his desk chair. You turned to face him, a nostalgic smile on your lips as you turned it so he could see, not that he was focused on it at all. “D’you remember this day? Scott was on vacation and you were missing him, so your mom took us both to get-” “I’m a horrible person.”

You frowned, setting the picture down on his desk before shuffling over to him. He barely even took note of the fact you were wearing his clothes, a sight that would usually bring a lovesick smile to his face. He was too far gone in his thoughts to even notice. His hands were frantically running over the short hairs on his head, snapping out of his daze when he felt your gentle touch on his forearms. 

“What happened?” you asked quietly. He sighed, eyes welling up a little bit in a way that made your heart clench. “I-I asked if my dad needed help on the case, and he asked me to pour him an ounce of whiskey,” you nodded, eyebrows furrowing to ask if that was all. “I poured way too much because I thought it’d get him to talk about the Hale case with me, b-but he ended up just getting sad and talking about my mom.”

“Oh bub.” He obviously felt guilty about it, bringing a frown to your lips as you guided him into your arms. There was a barely there whimper emitting from his throat, but you heard it, holding him impossibly tighter as you tried to reassure him that it wasn’t his fault.

He wasn’t listening though, and it was getting fairly late, to the point where the best idea was probably to just head straight to bed rather than having a long winded discussion about how he shouldn’t feel guilty. Which would probably only end in him overthinking it anyway.

“Why don’t we just go to sleep? hm?” you whispered. “Then you don’t have to think about it.” He nodded, following you to his bed where the two of you crawled in together. The boy immediately clinged to you like a scared child, his arm slipping over your waist as the big spoon so he knew you were there in his arms. “Goodnight Stiles.” “G’night Y/N/N.” 

You weren’t bothered until mere moments after you’d finally fell asleep, pulling a groan from your lips as you buried your face deeper into Stiles’ pillow. He huffed, rolling over to blindly grab his phone to stop the horrible blaring noise. He must’ve accepted the call because you were soon listening to Stiles’ sleepily mumbling something to whoever was on the other end of the phone. But his words eventually became much clearer when something unbelievable was said by the other person. “Okay, okay, I’m on my way.”

You protested when he tried to leave the bed, shaking your head to tell him you really didn’t want him to leave you, not when you were so comfortable how you were. “I have to go meet Scott, he needs my help with something.” His hand gently ran over your hair, the motion only managing to lull you back to sleep. 

“Do I have to go?” you questioned. He confirmed that you didn’t and you took that as your sign to drift off back to sleep in what was Stiles’ ridiculously comfy bed. “I’ll come back later, you just get some more sleep.”

You hummed, happily accepting the kiss he planted on your head as he left to get dressed before he could go meet his friend. You didn’t know what kind of trouble they were planning on getting into, but you were too tired to care all that much. “Sleep tight, babe.”

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[imagineseclipse]

Pack Of Hearts- Stiles Stilinski x Y/n PT4

part three - part five

It had been half an hour since Scott had left Stiles’ house. Half an hour of you and Stiles going back and forth, trying to agree on the next plan of action.

“So you really think it’s a good idea to go after him, when he did…this?”you shook your head, pointing to the leather seat that was now shredded.

“He’s my bestfriend Y/n”Stiles got up from his seat on the end of his bed, searching around his room with a purpose.

“Yeah and look at what he did, look at what he was going to do to you”you replied quickly.

“I’m not going to give up on him, just because he might be a-a” Stiles’ voice trailed away, not knowing what to say. He snapped out of his thoughts resuming the rush around his bedroom.

“So for the love of god would you get your jacket on because we’ve got a party to go to”He stopped in front of you, shaking his car keys around excitedly.

“Have you lost your mind?”You asked genuinely, staring at him with empty eyes.

“Not recently”he mumbled under his breath.

“You’re insane, I’m going home”you laughed out, absolutely convinced that he had lost brain cells. There was no way in hell that you would be attending Lydia Martin’s party that night. Never.

“Are you sur-

“I’ve truly never been so sure of anything in my life”you cut him off, nodding violently as you grabbed your jacket and bag.

“I know your car is still in the shop so I’ll drop you off on the way, it’s getting late”he offered, holding his bedroom door open a small smirk dancing across his face.

He drove straight past your house.

“I should really call the police station and report you for kidnapping, in fact I should call your father”you hissed, slumping down in the passenger’s seat in Stiles’ jeep. If you could call it a jeep.

“If you must”Stiles sighed, tossing his phone over into your lap. You responded with silence, debating on jumping out of the car whilst it was still moving. You’d do anything to not have to go to this party.

“Hey, y/n can you pass me the-

“No”you replied, staring out of the window, a scowl fixed on your face.

“At what point do you become mature?”Stiles laughed out to himself.

“When I get to go home”you answered, sending him a glare from your corner of the vehicle.

“I hope the ground swallows you whole Stilinski”you added for extra measure.

“Honestly same”he muttered out as the two of you turned into Lydia’s driveway. Stiles jumped out of his side, jogging around to open the door for you.

You swung your legs over the side, jumping down from the seat as you rolled your eyes. The smell of alcohol invading your nose almost immediately. The sound of music drowned out every single one of your thoughts. It was extremely busy, and you were extremely terrified.

Stiles noticed the way your skin had turned a shade paler, the goosebumps that crawled up your skin as you shivered. His eyes widened when he realised, you had never been to a party before.

“H-hey, let’s just treat this as an investigation stakeout right? Don’t even stress, we’ll grab a drink- non alcoholic if that’s how you roll- a-and we’ll chill at the sides…just keeping watch”he took a step closer to you as your eyes darted around, taking in the party scene.

“If you leave me to fend for myself I swear-

“I promise i’ll be by your side the whole time”he reassured you, pulling on your jacket intent on leading the way.

You and Stiles tried your hardest to manoeuvre your way through the tight crowd without losing eachother. Him squeezing through in front and you fighting for your life in the back. A dancing stranger nudges Stiles making him lose grip of your jacket, his hands falling down your arm somehow catching your hand at the bottom.

You ignored the weird feeling you got as your hands fit perfectly together, his grip tightening as he weaved through the sweaty teenagers. The bass of the music travelling through your body to the beat. The two of you decided against letting go, you’d definitely get lost if he did.

You thought the walk through the house toward the back patio would never end but you felt relief wash over you when you felt the breeze hit your face. There you found dozens of party attendees dancing and drinking around the swimming pool and the fire pits scattered across the yard.

As you take the party in, Stiles peered down at your intertwined hands, how comfortable it felt. It was like your thoughts had caught up to his as your hand slipped out of his, becoming self aware.

He tried to brush off the cold shiver he’d felt after you let go before pointing over to the drinks table where it was quieter. As you followed Stiles across the patio you caught sight of Allison and Scott dancing together on the other side of the garden.

You observed as Allison and Scott are nose-to-nose, and just when it looks like they're about to kiss, Scott's fingers tighten around the back of Allison's jacket. He looks as if he is suddenly stricken with a terrible headache caused by all of his senses being heightened all at once.

You lifted your head, noticing the full moon blazing over the garden, gulping as you looked to Scott once more.

He groaned out as he clutched his temples with both hands. Allison stopped dancing and looks at him with concern. Over near the drinks table your arm reached out behind you trying to gain Stiles’ attention as he was pouring the two of you a drink.

Scott continued to hiss out in pain until the ache subsided slightly, opening his eyes just enough to see where he's going as he turned to go somewhere private and ride the sickness out.

“I'll be right back”he uttered out turning to walk away from Allison. Leaving her alone.

Scott stumbled towards the house, as he grows closer to where you were stood his vision started to get shaky and blurry. You nudge Stiles in the side and he croaks out at the sudden jab. Giving you a confused frown before following your line of sight. He notices Scott and looks at him with a worried expression.

“Yo, Scott, you good?”Stiles asked concerned for his friend. Scott seemed too overwhelmed to respond to Stiles.

“Are you okay?”you questioned straight after watching as Scott sway side to side, getting further away from the two of you.

You looked up at Stiles, mentally asking if you should go after him, Allison had the same idea it seemed as she appeared next to you looking both confused and hurt. Understandable.

The three of you silently followed Scott until you saw him get into his mom’s car, driving off without another word. It seemed like ten minutes passed before Stiles reached into his pocket pulling out his phone.

“I’m gonna try and call Scott”he caught your eye, telepathically asking if you were okay to wait whilst he made a phone call. You gave him an approving nod watching as he skulked away to his jeep.

You turned to the familiar face, her face frozen on the spot where Scott had parked his car.

“Silly question, but are you alright?”you ask quietly, the wind blowing her brown hair out of her face as she forced a smile onto her face.

“I’m always alright y/n”Allison turned to you, the grin never faltering, you felt a small smile twitch onto your face as your gaze fell to the ground.

“How have you been?”she added, remembering the last time she’d spoken to you and how you were in a rush to leave.

“I’ve been- I’ve been okay, thanks for asking”Your smile grew bigger. What was happening to you?

“Hey- Listen, I don’t know Scott well at all actually, but I know one thing… I know he’s not a bad guy”You offered, not knowing if you were helping the situation.

“I appreciate that a lot, thankyou”Allison blinked slowly, nodding gratefully.

Your conversation was cut short by Stiles tripping over his own feet as he made his way over to where you and Allison were stood. Kneeling down to tie up his shoelaces as he mumbled profanities.

“I had him and then I lost him”He jumped up seconds later, slightly out of breath and waving his phone around frantically.

“C’mon y/n, let’s go home”Stiles motioned towards you abruptly. You perked up when he mentioned your house. Home sweet home.

You pivoted to face Allison, giving her an expression that told her that you didn’t want to leave her all alone outside a party. She caught on quickly, almost shoo-ing you away telling you she’d be okay.

“Maybe I’ll see you at School?”She called after you waving you away.

“Maybe you will”you smiled, lifting your hand to wave back. Stiles watched the interaction his mouth falling open slightly.

“What was that, huh?”he smirked as he leant against his jeep, a smirk playing on his lips. He didn’t have to say it aloud.

“Start the jeep Stilinski”watching him unlock your door.

“Right yeah, home time”he agreed, opening the door for you so that you could climb in. Your eyes wandered across the car park over to where Allison was stood but she was now joined by yet another familiar face.

“Derek hale?”Stiles head snapped up from his wheel at your words.

“What about him?”Stiles raised an eyebrow confused.

“N-no he’s here, he’s talking to Allison…In fact im pretty sure she’s getting into his car?!”An unsettling feeling had gotten caught in your chest, the pairing already highly suspicious.

“Okay we gotta go”Stiles mumbled, speeding out away from Lydia’s house before you could choke out a “Wait”.

When Scott had gotten home from the party he rushed upstairs to his bedroom, locking the door before sliding down into a crouching position.

Groaning in pain, he eventually stumbled into the attached bathroom and stripped out of his jacket and tshirt before climbing into the bathtub and turning on the shower so that hot water poured over him.

It seemed to give him some momentary relief until he suddenly gritted his teeth in pain and anxiously rubbed his right hand over his face to try to distract himself from it, his fingers started to ache, and when he looked down at the palms of his water-swollen hands, he was horrified to see his fingernails growing into long, sharp claws.

Across town you sat in Stiles’ jeep as it sped down the road. Stiles driving like a mad man, a determine scowl on his face as he bit his lip.

“Stiles, why do I get the feeling you aren’t actually taking me home?”you finally sighed your knee bobbing up and down.

Stiles stuttered, his eyes falling on you before switching back to the road.

“What gives you that idea?”he hummed out furrowing his eyebrows.

“That fact that you drove past my house five minutes ago”you folded your arms across your chest.

“Sorry y/n, we just have to make one more stop”He confessed.

“Seriously?! You could at least tell me where we’re going”You huffed out, winding down the window.

“We’re going to Scott’s”

Frantically getting out of the shower, Scott looked in the mirror over the medicine cabinet and was even more overwhelmed to find his canine teeth growing into fangs and his irises glowing a bright gold color. Just then, a loud pounding knock is heard on his bedroom door. Scott pressed his forehead and torso against the inside of the door.

“Go away”he growled out.

“Scott, it's us”Stiles called out from the other side, the two of you standing close to the door with your ears against it.

Scott, realizing that it is just you two on the other side, unlocks the door but only allows Stiles to open it a few inches so that Stiles can hear him but not see him. Scott continued to lean his forehead against the door as he struggled to control his breathing.

“Let us in-“

Stiles looked over to you pausing for a moment, seeing that you are already giving him a slight nod of encouragement.

-Scott. We can help”he continued, trying his hardest to get through to his bestfriends who was clearly suffering. The thought of you and Stiles getting closer to him causes him to panic, he was deathly afraid of what would happen . Instead, Scott, lisping slightly due to his fangs, pleads with you.

“Y/n, Stiles you can’t be here, you gotta find Allison”he begged.

“She's fine, all right? We saw her get a ride from the party. She's-she's totally fine, all right?”Stiles tried to calm the situation.

“Don’t worry Scott, Allison is okay I-I spoke to her”Scott perked up at the sound of your voice, that being the first time you had spoken since arriving at Scott’s.

“No, I think I know who it is”Scott uttered out.

“Know who? What are you talking about?”you asked looking up at Stiles who looked just as baffled as you did.

“Dude, just let me in! We can try-

Stiles tried to push the door once more, becoming exasperated.

“It's Derek. Derek Hale is the Werewolf! He's the one that bit me. He's the one that killed the girl in the woods”Scott revealed, letting out what sounded like a cry.

Your mouth fell open slightly, your eyes widening in fear, Stiles mirrored your expression, the horror of the situation dawning on you both.

“Scott... Derek's the one who drove Allison from the party”Stiles tried to listen out for any sign of Scott, pressing his eyes to gap in the door.

“I’m sorry Scott”you offered sincerely, pressing your hand against the door. You felt terrible. You felt like if anything happened to Allison it would have been your fault you should have just gotten out of the Jeep when you’d seen him approach her.

Scott processed your words for a short moment before he quickly pushed the door and locked it again. Out in the hallway, Stiles rattles on the doorknob, and when he can't open the door, he starts to pound on it with his fist in an attempt to be let in.

You took this as your queue to start running towards the staircase knowing that Scott’s window was his only exit, you jumped down the stairs two at a time landing with a wobble before speeding towards his front door. You let out a frustrated yell as you fumbled around with his door handle.

You felt the breeze on your face as you sprinted outside of the house just in time to see Scott land the jump from his second-floor window. The air being knocked out of your lungs as he lands on his feet in front of you in perfect form.

Glancing in your direction before completing his transformation into his Werewolf form, complete with a ridged brow, pointed ears, gold glowing eyes, claws, and fangs. Saliva dripped from the tips of his elongated canine teeth as he looks up at the full moon and roars.

“Scott, stop!”you hear Stiles’ voice getting closer as he came to an abrupt halt next to you, grabbing your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath. He felt how you were frozen to the spot his eyes following your to see Scott who was fully wolfed out.

He let out a growl before hurtling down the road away from you at a speed you’d never witnessed. You couldn’t bring yourself to form full words as Stiles once again dragged you towards the jeep, sending you a sympathetic smile before opening the door for you just as he been doing all evening.

“Is there any point in asking if going home tonight?”you sighed out, buckling yourself in.

“Nope, I kinda need you tonight”Stiles blurted out, it was like he was uncontrollably vomiting up his words. Your mouth settled into a frown, unintentionally staring at Stilinski as he swerved around the corner.

No one had ever told you that they needed you, and this was completely new territory for you.

Across town at the Beacon Hills preserve Scott jumps on top of Derek's car, which is parked just out front of the entrance sign. He looks inside to see that neither Allison nor Derek are there before he headed deeper into the woods.

Scott, fully transformed, is running through the woods, using his new superhuman sense of smell to track Allison's scent in order to locate her and Derek.

Meanwhile, you and Stiles had just arrived at the Argent’s house, immediately rushing out of the Jeep toward the front door, where he frantically rings the doorbell as he mutters under his breath You cringed as he continued to ring the bell.

“Okay, you’re quite erratic right now so I think it’s best if I do the talking”you advised, watching as he shuffled about restlessly in front of you.

He sends you a brief ‘I’m fine, not at all freaking out’ stare. The door swings open and Allison's mother, Victoria Argent, finding an overwhelmed Stiles and a wary y/n on the doorstep.

Stiles wastes no time trying to figure out what is going on with Allison and your eyes widen. This was not the plan.

“Hi, Mrs. Argent. Um - You have no idea who I am. I'm a friend of your daughter's. Uhhh, look, this is gonna sound kind of crazy, um...-

“We were just wondering if Allison was home”you interrupted, saving both Stiles and yourself from further embarrassment.

“Allison! It's for you”she shouted into the house, Victoria looking at Stiles as though he's stupid.

Allison walked onto the balcony at the top of the staircase, seemingly safe and sound. You noted that she was missing the black blazer that she had been wearing that night.

Stiles looks flabbergasted by the sight of her, and Allison looked confused as to why he was so panicked. Sending you a small wave from up the stairs, you lifted a hand offering her the same, letting out a sigh of relief.

Scott continued to run though the woods, following Allison’s scent until he reached a clearing, Allison's jacket dangled from a branch and Scott realises that this was the scent he was following, and not the scent of Allison herself. When Derek steps out of the shadows, Scott glares at him and growls in warning.

“Where is she?”McCall calls out angrily. If only he’d answer the damn phone.

“She's safe... from you”Derek hissed back.

Derek lurches forward to tackle Scott, leading to the two of them rolling down a slight hill. Once they reach the bottom, Derek pulls Scott to his feet and pins him against a tree.

“What did you do with her?”

“Shh, quiet. Too late. They're already here. Run”Derek replied in hushed tones, his eyes flickering out behind him into the woods.

Derek disappears, but Scott, takes a minute to catch on, a flash-bang arrow flies past him, blinding him momentarily. Another arrow hurtles towards him, slicing into his left forearm.

Suddenly, a group of three middle-aged male Hunters stepped out of the shadows, with the leader, Argent, holding a crossbow aimed right at Scott while Derek watches from a distance.

“Take him”

Before the Hunters can move, Derek appears knocking out the two closest to him, leaving Chris outnumbered. Derek pulls the arrow out of Scott's arm, a loud roar echoing through the preserve.

When Chris finishes checking on his men, he looks back at the tree to find that Scott is gone.

Scott, now in his human form, fell to his knees as he recovered from the overwhelming combination of transforming into a Werewolf, believing Allison to be in danger, and being shot by Hunters. He looks at Derek with an expression of anger, hurt, and betrayal.

“Who were they?”Scott breathed out.

“Hunters. The kind that have been hunting us for centuries”Derek shoved his hands in his pockets as he stood in front of Scott who was furiously glaring at him.

“Us? You mean you! You did this to me!”Scott accused.

“Is it really so bad, Scott? That you can see better? Hear more clearly? Move faster than any human could ever hope? You've been given something that most people would kill for. The bite is a gift”Derek shot out at the teenager shaking his head.

“I don't want it”Scott retorted.

“You will. And you're gonna need me if you want to learn how to control it”Derek placed his hand on Scott's shoulder.

“So you and me, Scott? We're brothers now”Derek added before disappearing into the night.

The sun began to rise between the trees as Stiles tapped his fingers against the steering wheel along with the low volume music. He let out a quiet yawn as he reached forward to adjust his mirror, pausing when he caught sight of you in the back seat sleeping underneath his jacket that he’d placed over you not long after you’d let sleep take over.

Stiles began to slow the jeep down when he noticed Scott walking along the side of the road, still wearing only his jeans from the night before and cradling his now-healed left forearm.

Stiles' Jeep pulled up next to him to pick him up. Scott climbed into the passenger seat, putting on one of the many hoodies he’d left behind. He buckled himself in, his eyes flickering to the back of the jeep where you snored lightly.

The two boys share a look before Scott breaks the silence.

“You know what actually worries me the most?”he murmured out, trying his hardest to not wake you up.

“If you say "Allison," I'm gonna punch you in the head”Stiles lowered his voice to match his bestfriends, finally starting up the Jeep.

“She probably hates me now”Scott continued.

“Ugh. I doubt that. But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology. Or, you know, you could just tell her the truth and revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you're a frickin' Werewolf”Stiles exclaimed, his voice getting a little louder.

Scott shoots him and look and Stiles immediately backtracks.

“Look, things are changing right- just speak to her”Stiles briefly glances at Scott who furrowed his eyebrows.

“Things are changing?”Scott questioned, leaning his head against the window.

“Yeah things are changing, with you, with y/- Stiles sentence cuts short as the two boys hear you stir and move about in the back. They quickly turn to check on you for a moment before swivelling forwards to face the road.

Stiles doesn’t finish his sentence, him and Scott sitting in a knowing silence.

[sexualtensiongrowing21]

Fur, Fangs, and Forbidden Feelings // Stiles Stilinski x OFC McCall.

Archer McCall is the fraternal twin sister of Scott McCall and secretly in love with their best friend Stiles Stilinski.

If you love Stiles Stilinski being obvious and helplessly in love. This is for you!

I am so excited for this fic as I have searched for a Stiles fanfiction that has all my favorite tropes and cannot find one that isn’t abandoned.

This has brothers bestfriends, childhood bestfriend, slow burn and miscommunication. It will eventually have smut and is absolutely 18+ as it has adult themes and humor.

If you’re a fan of my writings so far, or just looking for another fanfiction to add to your ever growing list of fanfictions to read, I would say this a good one to add. Season one is completed and season two is half way done!

You can read it on my ao3

or my Wattpad

[harrywavycurly]

Just imagine for a moment that instead of a Steve, Eddie somehow ended up with a Stiles as his bestfriend…

The roles would be kinda reversed because Stiles Stilinski is the nerd while Eddie Munson would be the clueless one half the time who’s just there to look cute. But the best part would be the bickering! Let me give you some examples✨

“A bat Stiles? Really? What the fuck are you gonna do with a bat?” “Uhh bash their brains in duh? What’d you bring Mr. Bats are lame dude…” “I brought a wooden uhm spike thing to…stab them in the heart.” “A wooden stake? You…brought a wooden stake?” “Yeah? It’s what that girl uses on that show to kill all the evil shit so figured it would work for us.” “The girl on the show?…tell me Eddie was this girl blonde and in high school?” “Yeah! You’ve seen-” “she’s a vampire slayer you fucking idiot! It’s literally the name of the show! Buffy the Vampire Slayer!” “So? Vampires…Werewolves…not a big difference they both try to kill you!” “We are so fucked….”

“So this…Vecna…person…thing…can like kill you from inside your mind and you won’t even realize he’s doing it?…that sounds like Freddy Krueger.” “He’s nothing like Freddy…this dude doesn’t need you to be asleep to kill you Eddie he just gets inside of your mind and fucks around until he just squashes you like a bug.” “Yeah he sounds like Krueger…” “Did you…not listen to anything I just said? Freddy needs you asleep this dude doesn’t care if you’re asleep or awake.” “I mean that’s just one difference but everything else is exactly like Freddy…” “I don’t have time to argue with you about how unlike Freddy Krueger this Vecna dude is…so just get in the jeep and let’s go make sure Wayne is still alive.” “Why wouldn’t Wayne be alive?” “This dude feeds off negative memories and having you as a child I’m sure he’s full of negative shit.” “Fuck off your dad is the one we should check on.” “You are such an asshole I am a joy to be around…I already called him and he’s fine.”

“What are you wearing?” “Uh clothes? Why are you dressed in all black?” “Eddie we are spying on a pack of possible Werewolves and you’re dressed for a fucking house party!” “Well yeah you said they were gonna be throwing a rager and I should fit in?” “Fit into the background not fit in like you’re one of them you idiot!” “You should really specify where you want me to fit in when telling me how to dress you jackass now we don’t even look like we are going to the same party.” “We aren’t going to the party! We are going to be…where are you going?” “Inside…it’s easier to spy on people when you can actually see them.” “We can’t go in there what if they turn?” “It’s not a full moon.” “So? If they get mad they can rip you to shreds with their claws and strength…what are you gonna do then huh? Charm them to death with your mediocre good looks and 90’s style grunge outfit?” “Mediocre? Fuck off Stiles.” “Sorry that was rude you’re…a handsome dude but seriously you can’t go-” “I’m just gonna see if any of them give off wolf vibes and be right back…” “yeah go do a vibe check on a potential pack of wolves…smart thinking.” “Thanks…now just stay here I’ll be back.” “That’s the worst thing to say you know that right? You just pretty much signed your own death certificate with that phrase.” “You watch too many movies…it’ll be fine.”

[theographos]

They all became what everyone said they couldn't be. All except Toby that is...

Once again i'm sharing my Trollhunter propaganda onto my loved ones, and by that I mean trapping them in the same room as me and forcing them to watch the show. (with consent) And this time, it's my bestie who has to go through that. And as I rewatch the show, I think about what I see and compare it to the rest of the franchise.

Jim, despite everyone and himself telling him he couldn't, became the Trollhunter in his very own way.

Claire, despite Morgana saying otherwise, became the new owner of the Shadowstaff in her very own way.

Blinky, despite Vendell and overall the whole Troll market telling him otherwise, became the mentor of a brilliant Trollhunter in his very own way.

AAARRRGGHH!!!, despite the Gumms Gumms and Queen Ursuna saying otherwise, became a fighter for the right cause and left his role as Gunmar's spawn for good. Or in other words, he learned how to be a fighter in his very own way

Toby, despite the plot telling him otherwise, became a hero fitting the common standards of heroism in medias and a hero fitting the Tales of Arcadia's standards.

But wait... Toby's character development doesn't really make sense with the rest of the main characters now, does it ?

No it has nothing to do with the fact that Toby is a "fleshbag"

So I already discussed on how the screenwriters could have given a more interesting role for Toby in another post, but I didn't deeply explained why in terms of storytelling.

First and foremost, no I do not think that Tobias would have been better if he wasn't a human, this post is more because I believe that Aliens and Toby lack "plot important" features (except for the movie) (waiting a whole franchise to give that kind of feature to a character or an important specie in your story isn't something we should acclaim). So I thought of ways to kill one bird with two stone, and give plot-interesting features to both the race and the character. Plus I think it's more interesting to think of solutions that fits the already established universe, and then think of solutions that fits my way of writing stories.

Second of all, yes the human bestfriend of a character can be wonderfully done, like in Teen Wolf for example. From the start we meet Scott McCall, the main character, and his bestfriend Stiles Stilinski. Throughout the whole show they are exposed to supernatural phenomenon, the entirety of the cast becomes linked to the supernatural world either by being hunters or by being a supernatural being. Everyone except Stiles.

And despite being human and a comic relief character, he is relevant to the plot. He is the "detective" of the group, he is always the one noticing strange things and finding a solution to the current threat they're dealing with. He is also incredibly funny, voluntarily or not, and the screenwriters take their sweet times showing how hard the plot is taking a toll on the characters through Stiles. Which means we see him having panic attacks, doubts, nightmares, etc.

And guess what ? He is the fan's favorite character ! In the last season, when Stiles's actor couldn't be more present due to an injury, it showed. You could feel the lack of Stiles in most the scenes, and the bestest parts were the scenes in which he appeared, also because they came up with an excuse to explain why Stiles isn't as much present as before.

But that excuse is so well done that when you see Stiles again, you're not only relieved to see him well, but also very interested because suddenly the plot drives forward so quickly. If you take away Stiles, the plot isn't going anywhere (because he was the one investigating most of the supernatural threats), and even the serie isn't that interesting anymore : it's less funny, less human and even.

Heck, the plot wouldn't even exist without Stiles ! In the beginning of the show Stiles takes the main character in the woods because they're looking for a dead body (dumb teenager idea)(his dad is the sheriff so it's not that weird). And in those woods, the main character ends up lost, gets bitten by a werewolf and the story starts.

So yes, a human bestfriend can be interesting in the story in an emotional point of view, he can be relevant to the plot and have an interesting dynamic within the main group.

Dreamworks isn't good with "bestfriend" characters

Trollhunters is in many ways similar to How to Train your Dragon. While Hiccup is trying to protect dragons following his own morals even if they differs from the rest of his village, Jim is trying to protect trolls following his own morals even if differs with the rules of Trollhunting. Of course both franchise have their own identity, and not everything is similar to the other. But they do share the fact that they're both animated by Dreamworks.

Yet I see one major problem that the HTTYD franchise had who's also present in ToA : The bestfriend character has nothing more than a "helping hand" kind of role. Astrid is interesting and has plot relevance, just like Claire, but they're more the love interest kind of person. Stoik, Valka and sometimes Gobber have plot relevance as Hiccup's parent figures and/or mentor, kind of like Blinky, Strickler and Barbara. I think I could compare AAARRRGGHH!!! with the dragons in some way. He has a link with the main bad guys of the show, just like the dragons (dragons and dragon hunters) he has that loveable side like the dragons and big fighting skills like them. (I'm not saying that AAARRRGGHH!!! is similar to an animal, i'm saying that his role plot-wise is similar in some ways to the role of the dragons in HTTYD)

But when we take a look at Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut and Fishlegs, even if they have distinctive character traits from one another and some sort of character development in some episodes of the shows, in terms of plot their role are basically "well the main character cannot do everything on his own, plus we need humor". Some episodes are based around them, just like for Toby, but no villains are directly linked to them, no plot points are directly linked to them. They're only in the plot because they are the friends of the one who's relevant to the story, whether it's the dragons, Hiccup or the rest of the Trollhunter team.

Toby, just like Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut and Fishlegs is a supporting character. Yes he has helped a lot but more because they needed a third hand more than because they needed his specific competences. And no Warhammer isn't what I can call a competence, since Jim's status as a trollhunter works with and without his weapon, and Claire's shadow magic has been awaken by the shadowstaff and even when it ends up being broken into pieces, she is still relevant without her weapon.

Warhammer was something that Toby wanted a lot, couldn't use, so they put a curse on it to kill two bird with one stone. The biggest competence that he had so far in Trollhunter was his dental problems. Without that, they wouldn't have meet Gladys the changeling or they wouldn't have found the Janus order. Because the rest of the time it's just luck. Luck isn't a competence, it's literally just luck.

In terms of a fighting team, Toby doesn't have a distinctive role.

Jim is the front fighter. He is the one that is going to go straight to the enemy.

Claire is the mage, even if she knows how to fight, her main feature in combat scenes is her magic.

AAARRRGGHH!!! is a tank. He is strong and big, and is able to take on bigger enemies and take a lot of damage upon him.

Blinky is a councellor, he might not be the best at fighting but he will be able to come up with a strategy based off his knowledge as an historian, and also serve as some sort of therapist and moral compass, giving back faith and the will to fight to his comrades.

I have a hard time understanding Toby's role is this team (combat-wise) other than "the helping hand". The moral compass is already occupied by Blinky, he is hardly a tank since AAARRRGGHH!!! can take upon the offensive and defensive aspects of that role. He cannot be the "troll-nerd" one who knows everything about troll culture since Claire and Blinky already take upon that role. The best I could come up with is either the one who deals with humans, even if when it happens it's always more or less accidental and he is not comfortable in those situations (or not good, like when they had to exchange the formula with Vendell's staff), or again a helping hand, a sort of plus one in case there are a lot of ennemies or everyone else has a task and that problem must be taken care of right now.

That's why I proposed that he could be a healer. Not a very good one, since that would just make the team invicible (most of the times their difficulty comes from injuries or being tired, if you have a character that can fully help those problems there is not a lot of hardships).

Truthfully I have a hard time thinking of an actual role he could have within the team. Because being the "plus one" is already the role of the Creepslayerz.

It has to fit with the serie's message

Like I said in the introduction a recurring theme for the main characters is that people around them do not believe they are fit to become what they're supposed to be or what they want to be. A some sort "against all odds they managed to become [insert role]" if you'd like.

As I have established before Tobias is more of a "helping hand" kind of role, and no one has ever kept Toby from being a helping hand other than him. (Meanwhile every other main characters in Trollhunters doubt themselves because of everyone telling them to do so.)

The only thing he has been kept from doing by other characters (especially the villain) is to be the hero. He is only a human with nothing else, he can help but he can't make a difference on his own. But if we continue to follow the story's theme, he would need to become a hero in his very own way. To claim that title and to use it in a way that is most definetly his, whether with his own competence or his own moral compass.

Toby doesn't have that, since he became trollhunter after Jim, after Jim proved that humans can be trollhunters. He would only be repeating Jim's story with some differences, but the struggles would be the exact same. Meanwhile Claire is having her very own difficulty because she has her very own role as a hero. Her struggles are similar, but not completely the same.

See, when I talked about alien!toby it was because it was easy to tell yourself that aliens might not recognize Toby as one of their own, which could create some sort of "you want to be like us but you'll never be, you're just a human/too bad at it". It's also easy to imagine Toby having trouble with that part of him, either physically or mentally. After all he always thought he was a human, learning that you're part alien is a whole pre-written identity crisis.

And yes even his sacrifice at the end of RotT doesn't really fit the story's themes. Yes Toby saved the world in his own way, but what I don't like about it is the fact that he is considered a hero because he sacrificed himself.

He is not a hero because of who he is, he is a hero because of what he has lost. This is a one time kind of heroism, because as you might guess you do not come back from the dead every so often. I am not saying that he shouldn't have sacrificed himself, i'm saying that every main character became a hero before trying to sacrifice themselves. You saw a big part of their competences before that, but like I said Toby doesn't have particular competences in the show.

It still fits the theme "don't think, become" of the show, but if we look on the plot from afar it means that Jim had to fight to become a hero, Claire had to fight to become a hero, same for AAARRRGGHH!!!, Blinky had to lead to become a hero and Toby had to die.

This is quite a horrible thought don't you think ? That the only way for one of the main character to be fully recognized as a hero in the plot is to die. It worked in some shows, especially for morally grey characters, but throughout this whole post I showed you how Toby had nothing meaningful given to him, and the only thing he always had was ripped from him.

This is not something carefully planned, it's just that they did not cared.

Nothing in the whole franchise justify the tragedy that is Tobias's character arc. Changelings became heroes, Gumm gumms can be heroes, humans too, except for Toby.

Toby is left with crumbs. No magical ancient weapon, just a warhammer that doesn't even have a story worth mentionning in the show. No cool and original duty, just the one that his bestfriend had and who decided to give it to him to make him happy. A big act of heroism, that only Jim will ever remember because this happened in another timeline.

His role as trollhunter, his warhammer, his role as "protector of arcadia" at the end of Trollhunters, even his dynamic in the group is merely a pat on the head in hopes that it will make him shut up and comply. And while some characters are beautiful tragedies, Tobias is not an intentional one. If it was one, you would have seen it coming. If it truly was meant to be a tragedy, the writers would have dropped signs, they would have portrayed it in a particular way.

Even if they lacked time in the later seasons of Trollhunters and Wizards, they had time in 3Below. They had 2 seasons to give anything to Toby, whether tragical or magical.

But they didn't, so nothing shows that they intentionally did it. I even think that they did realize what they had done at some point, and their only way to arrange things was to make him die so that he could finally be a hero.

A hero that only one character will ever remember in the show, because they couldn't even give him that glory, it had to be reaped away from him in one way or another. Because at the end of RotT, in terms of timeline, it never happened, or at least it didn't happen yet.

In conclusion to all of that, I will repeat what I have said a thousand times in this post : Toby wasn't done justice with this movie. He didn't have the ending he deserved, and his story arc in my opinion isn't really a story arc. It's more like him complying and shutting up about his situation because he was given something that looks shiny, but holds no real importance nor deep meaning (or some twisted meaning).

The writers did not want to include Toby in the plot for most of the franchise, and when they did it was in the only way they knew of : something that looks shiny and cool but is in reality just a way to shut everyone up and move on.

[obsessedwithitall]

My Favourite Things I've Read this Week - 13th March 2024

🌶=smut 🍌=no direct smut but mentions/implications 🌸= fluff 😡=angst 🤓=silly/humour

He's a Goner 🌸🌸

Eddie Munson pining by @hippiepowrs

Do I know you?

Stiles Stilinski heart breaking by @obriengf

The Third Date 🌸

Part 1 Part 2

Eddie munson x anorgasmic reader by @rebelfell

The Favour 🌶🌸😡

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Readers boyfriend asks his 'sexual deviant' friend Harry to get kink out of her system by @jarofstyles

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Also if anyone cares I wrote something

Why didn't you tell me? (Eddie Munson x bestfriend!reader)

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We are a day late but I've been too busy at work to compile my favourites in the list despite having time to read them all. Oops

Also tree pollen is kicking my arse. Help.

[sterekmylove]

High Stiles

A/N: Small Drabble of my Baby

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“Death sounds sweet” Stiles says high off of anesthesia, Scott and Derek side eye each other.

“Stop making him the bait” Derek says with a withering glare, not happy with the whelp.

“I didn’t use him as bait I would never do that!!.” Scott defends himself, Derek raises a brow.

“Oh?, then where the hell were you when Stiles was being chased by that Beta?.” Derek bit. Scott face twisted into a pout of anger.

“You were supposed to be paying attention!!!.” The omega snapped getting the V between his brows.

“Hey, hey hey!~.” A very high and broken leg Stiles said trying to catch the attention of his two beautiful friends. The wolves face their attention of him.

“No fighting- okay? No fighting over the great Stilinski, hehe~ I know I’m very handsome. Look at this winning smile.” Stiles slurs not being able to keep his Bambi eyes open as her gives a very lazy smile that tickles Derek a weird way. The Omega and Beta stare at their human friend for a bit.

Scott smiles like a exited puppy at his bestfriend, Derek rolls his eyes as if he’s annoyed looking off to the side, cracking a tiny tiny smile.

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Tag: @cowandcalf

[realityescapee01]

Sweet Little Sunshine (part 1: number)

part 2 here >>

Steo | Stiles x Theo | First Responders prompt @steodiscord | contains some sm ut

Stiles is 3 weeks in to his medical training as a senior med student. He has to make good here because this will decide which hospital he'd be a doctor in.

He has to focus. But a certain firefighter is making that a little difficult.

Waltzing in with all his hotness and attention on Stiles. Applying pressure of pursuing him, gifts and go-out-with me statements. Throwing out pickup lines to him whenever he is there.

Focusing is becoming harder and harder for Stiles.

Beacon Hills Med. The hospital Stiles is training in. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open to the ER.

"Good morning." -Stiles greeted everyone. The receptionist, the nurses, Stiles' co-med students and the doctors.

"Stilinski, come here." -Stiles' resident doctor called him over to start the day. They work on emergency. So the cases Stiles see are always very bloody. Severe wounds etc etc from accidents or urgent cases.

He was looking around quite a bit everytime the emergency doors open. He couldn't forget the day his firefighter walked in. Theo Raeken.

Theo was rushing in with a patient that got into a car accident. A metal bar was lodged through his thigh and in a very delicate situation, they must keep him as steady as possible to avoid slicing the main artery and risk bleeding to death. And Theo was there to help the medics on that, keeping the bar in place with tools.

Stiles was with the team who handled that. Stiles kept glancing at Theo and unbeknownst to him, Theo was glancing at him too. When they're able to stabilize the patient, Theo walked up to Stiles and introduced himself.

And the rest is them looking for each other at work for the third week now.

Theo doesn't always come in because he isn't really a medic. He is a firefighter, squad leader, who are highly trained and specializes in rescue operations using heavy equipments through the worst case scenarios.

Stiles let out a sigh, he wished Theo would walk through those doors, but of course that's a bad thing too because that means there had been a severe accident.

"Waiting for your fireman?"

Stiles was pulled out from his pining by a co-med student, and bestfriend, Lydia Martin.

"Lyds, hey."

"Good so far. ER is not toxic today. As of the moment. So, you waiting on your fireman?"

"W-What?!? My fireman?" -Stiles wanted to laugh it off but Lydia ain't letting go. Stiles laughed again, at himself this time.

He's laughing at himself because he had laughed at Lydia before for having a thing for firefighters. He just doesn't get it. And now he is the one that has a firefighter crush.

"I told you to go out with him already!"

"I can't, Lyds, we're training right now. We can't afford distractions. And besides, I'm not even sure if Theo is serious."

"We can focus on training and also find the love of our lives and have 'fun'. Theo is very hot. And looks like he is very good at "it", you know." -Lydia giggled.

"Lyds, you know me, I don't like playing around. And Theo seems like a guy that everybody wants. And he is hot, yes, so he can definitely indulge sometimes. Most probably he is some kind of a playboy. I don't wanna be just his flavor of the week."

Stiles was speaking from a certain experience. Before all these, from elementary to med school, no one ever asked him out or expressed interest in him. He was seen as a nerd, a geek, he sometimes asks how he became best friends with a cool person like Lydia. There are some that tried picking Stiles up but he knows they're joking, or product of bets; he could tell, and he comes back with sarcasm to those that tried.

So, Stiles kinda have a low confidence about himself being attractive enough for something real. And then here he is, a training med student, and a fiery firefighter comes and announces interest in him. Naturally, Stiles was doubtful.

"Well, you can ask your dad about Theo."

Stiles' dad is the chief at the firehouse Theo works at. But he never told his dad about Theo hounding and pursuing him.

"No, I don't wanna resort to that. It's the 3rd week now, I think he would've moved onto his next flavor of the week."

"Exactly, 3 weeks now, Stiles. That is way past the flavor for the week timeframe."

"Lyds, I just... I'm not sure. Haven't seen him for a while now. I bet he's onto another person by now."

"Oh, I don't think so~." -Lydia said in a sing song manner and began walking away.

Stiles was confused a bit.

"Good morning, sunshine."

Theo said from behind him, close to his ear. A little too close. And hands, on his waist, gradually rubbing up and down.

Stiles jerked away. He was startled. There is a hot breath on his ear, a very sultry sounding voice, and those warm hands rubbing his waist, from a very good look guy behind him: Theo.

"T-Theo?!? What are you doing here?" -Stiles took a step away and turned to face Theo.

"Dropped off a patient. And I wanted to see you." -Theo took half a step closer to Stiles. "I brought coffee."

Stiles felt Theo is too close, he wanted to step away again but he hit the counter behind him, no way to move any farther.

"Oh, uhm, I'm still on the clock."

"Stiles, I'm going to the cafeteria now, break time!" -Lydia giggled. She's not letting Stiles escape Theo.

"It's your break time, perfect! Come with me." -Theo wrapped his arm around Stiles' neck and started walking with him out of there.

"B-But, you are still on shift, right?"

"Yeah, I have my radio with me in case of calls, it's okay.

Stiles clicked his tongue and narrowed his eyes at Lydia. He knows Lydia intentionally announced that he lied to Theo about being on the clock. Lydia just mouthed 'have fun!' and waved Stiles goodbye.

Stiles just sighed and walked with Theo to the rooftop. Theo handed him the coffee he got. Stiles smelled it, hazelnut macchiato.

"How'd you know?"

"I have sources." -Theo winked at him.

Lydia. Stiles immediately knew.

"Thanks."

They start drinking their coffee, Theo engaging Stiles in conversations. Stiles was having fun, he just kept talking and smiling, looking all bright and charming. That did not escape Theo. He was watching Stiles the whole time.

They've grown quite close with each other over the past weeks. Theo would go visit Stiles whenever he helps bring a patient in or when the hospital is on the way from an emergency call. Theo would always make their rig stop and go see Stiles even for a few minutes. Stiles would always behave like he doesn't wanna see Theo, but everyone can see the change of mood from Stiles whenever Theo comes. Stiles is always happier when Theo comes visiting.

Stiles was looking very happy and cute talking about the geek convention he attended over the weekend. Theo liked it a lot and wasn't able to control himself.

He leaned closer and kissed Stiles on the cheek.

Stiles was speechless. And then Theo asked the question he'd been asking for for weeks now.

"So... can I get your number now?"

"...No." -Stiles said, still in shock from the sudden cheek kiss from Theo.

"I can kiss you but I can't get your number?" -Theo was in disbelief.

"Uhm..." -Stiles' beeper sounded off. "My break is almost over. And I think your crew is getting bored."

Stiles gestured to the squad truck below, parked just in front the hospital.

Theo looked down and shook his head. "Fine. But still, I'll come see you again." Theo looked up and smiled at Stiles.

Theo started to walk away. But he stopped before walking out the door.

"Stiles, you're not just the flavor of the week."

Stiles was surprised, he figured Theo heard what he was talking about with Lydia.

"And I'm serious." -Theo smiled and walked out the door.

Stiles just stood there, holding the cup of coffee from Theo. Thinking about what happened. He touched the cheek where Theo kissed him.

"Stiles!" -Lydia fetched him. "So, what happened?"

"N-Nothing." -Stiles finished his coffee cup and dumped it in the trash.

They went back to the ER to continue their day.

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Theo walked to their squad rig and sat there quiet for a while. He smiled as he thought back to the cheek kiss. He remembered the day he first saw Stiles. His little sunshine.

He got called out to a car accident. It was pretty hard because they needed to use heavy equipment to stabilize the car, tie it to prevent it from falling off the bridge, pry open the car door and then carefully move the patient as steady as they can. He went along the ambo to help their medics secure the patient without the patient bleeding out on the way.

They reached the ER and they slammed the door open, the head nurse immediately called out orders of who is the doctor and which room they'd use. They were directed to a room and there were doctors immediately there. Everyone is familiar to Theo but not someone, who Theo understood to be a training med student.

Stiles has big doe eyes, and has pale white skin, like a sunshine. And Theo loves his sunshines. Sunshine signifies a new day for Theo, that he survived the previous day and is headed to face another.

"Raeken, I need something here and here, then cut this side of the bar first." -the attending doctor asked.

"Yes, sir." -Theo followed the instructions carefully. Taking a buzz saw to cut the bar.

After his part on the situation, he looked up at Stiles and saw that the doctor in training was also looking at him. He smiled and nodded as he stepped out of the room.

He waited for the doctors to finish. He approached Stiles and introduced himself. Stiles was a little nervous but introduced himself as well. Theo asked about the patient and if there is something more he can do. To which Stiles said no, we got it handled, thank you. Theo said goodbye and left.

And everytime he brings patients in, he looks for Stiles and talks to him. Stiles was hesitant at first and being sarcastic all the time. But that didn't deter Theo, he could handle the sarcasm by spouting a few back at Stiles. Stiles was irritated at first but he gradually became friendly. The sarcasm and witty comebacks just became part of how they talk.

And then Theo remembered Stiles' reaction to him today. And the topic he was talking about with Lydia. Stiles is not sure about him. If he is serious about him. To which he is! But Stiles has a hard time believing that. Because Theo came on as an aggressive guy that is popular and could possibly be just looking for a hook up.

Theo felt angry at that. And sad as well. But he can't blame Stiles. He did have a reputation for hooking up. And most likely Stiles heard of it around the hospital. Their town is quite small.

Theo groaned and looked at his bestfriends. He was contemplating on asking them a question, seeing that it's just the 3 of them in the front of the rig.

"Hey, how's your sweet little sunshine?" -Jackson.

"Don't call him that. Only I can call him that." -Theo said.

"So, it ain't good. What happened?" -Brett followed.

"Tell me... honestly, guys, do I come across as a jackass? Douchebag? Playboy? Fuckboy?"

Theo decided to ask just as they are pulling into the firehouse.

"Okay, wait, hold on! Did Stiles call you that?" -Jackson

"I like this Stiles now. You should bring him over sometime." -Brett was laughing as the three of them got off the rig.

The three of them separated from the rest of the crew to come sit at their table at the apparatus floor.

"Talbot, I'm serious." -Theo slumped down on his seat.

Jackson and Brett looked at each other. With knowing stares. They know. They know their friend is whipped. Stiles really captured his heart.

"Okay, in all honesty, you're kinda cocky. Nope, you are cocky. And that intimidates people. And turns some people away. Like you're good at everything. You act like you're better than everyone else. And you look too... good. There are people that get intimated by too good-looks and would wanna avoid you at all costs." -Jackson berated, Brett nodding along.

"But... That's not cocky, that's confident. I am better. I am good at everything I do. And it's not my fault if I look this good."

"Cocky." -Jackson pointing at Theo, having proved a point. Brett laughing at the exchange.

"And also you being a 'crowd favorite'. You know, hooking up and all that."

"I have needs. And they're offering. And so do you, guys!" -Theo shrugged it off.

"That could be deterring Stiles. He might be thinking you just wanna fuck then ghost, wham bam, thank you mam."

"But I'm serious."

"We know, hence this conversation. I'm just saying, those are the things Stiles could be hearing about you. Can't blame him for being cautious of you." -Jackson leaned back in his chair.

"But even so, Theo does have things to back it up. He really is good at what he does. And he is goodlooking. So hooking up is easy, nothing we or him can do about that." -Brett followed it up.

"Yeah..." -Theo looked at Brett suspiciously. Brett is really kind and sweet to him today. "... wait, you're gonna ask for an off day huh?"

Brett just smiled. Jackson laughed out loud. Theo jabbed at Brett's arm.

"Just one day, man. I gotta be some place."

"... Fine. Fill up paperwork." -Theo making a give-me gesture with his hand.

Brett rejoiced and took out the form already in his fireman coat...

"I've never, we've never, seen you like this before. So we know you are deathly serious about Stiles. You can't do anything about the things you did in the past, but you can show Stiles that those are nothing to worry about now. I know you can prove it. All you gotta do is for Stiles to give you the chance to." -Brett said seriously.

He, too, was in the same situation before. Having the same reputation as Theo. He asked Theo for advice then too. The person he's pursuing doesn't take him seriously, nothing but just as a fuckbuddy to keep around.

"I know. But Stiles is very much guarded. He sees me and talks to me when I go visit him, but he doesn't wanna give me his number."

"Hah! I never knew I'd see the day Theo could not get someone's number." -Jackson was teasing him now.

Theo picked up the rag on the table and threw it at Jackson. "Clean the rig, man."

"What?!? Theo, come on!"

"Clean the rig." -Theo was serious.

"...Fine." -Jackson trudged away.

"Well, no other way then. Keep coming to him." -Brett was handing the leave form to Theo.

"Oh, believe me, I will." -Theo signed Brett's form. "Oh, when you get back from this, you clean all our gears."

"Fuck!" -Brett face-palmed.

"Sucking up to me ain't gonna work, ever, without me getting back at you somehow." -Theo smirked at Brett.

"I'm gonna file a complaint! -Brett shouted on his way to pass the form to their chief.

"Like hell you would!" -Theo grinned.

Their firehouse chief, Chief Stilinski, was watching them through his office window. As they were driving in, he overheard the three's conversation, caught Jackson say: did Stiles call you that.

Stiles never told him anything about Theo at all. Chief Stilinski grew wary.

"Chief?" -Brett knocking on his door.

Chief Stilinski signalled for him to come in. He accepted Brett's leave form and asked him...

"When you go back out, tell Raeken I'm looking for him."

"Sure thing, chief."

Brett let out a breath when he turned around.

'Oh boy, Theo. This just got complicated.' -Brett thought on his way to Theo.

"Did he say why?" -Theo was a little nervous.

"I think you know."

Theo gulped and walked to the chief's office.

"Hey, chief!" -Theo knocking.

"Close the door."

Theo did. "So, what's the matter chief?"

"Get away from my son."

"S-Sorry?"

"Get away from Stiles."

"Chief... what brought this about?" -Theo was thinking if Stiles said something about the kiss earlier today.

"Raeken. I have nothing against you or what you do outside of work. And your work is brilliant. You're one of the best firefighters in town. But I also know about you hooking up quite often. And my son is not someone for just hooking up."

"That's not my inten-"

"Leave my son alone."

"Chief! Hear me out-"

The emergency alarm went off. An ambo requested for squad assistance in a call. Something about a situation they can't do alone.

"That's you. Head out!" -Chief ordered him out of his office.

Theo was gritting his teeth. He turned around and opened the door. There is an emergency but he couldn't let it go.

"Chief, I'm sorry. But I won't leave your son alone. This is not just a hookup for me."

Theo declared and walked out of the office.

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Stiles was a little out of it after Theo left. He never told Lydia about the cheek kiss.

"So, you gave him your number yet?"

"No."

"Stiles! Come on. He's been at it for almost a month now."

"Yeah. But... what if he's a mistake? What if he's not the one?"

"Then you'll learn something and be wiser on the next guy. But what if he is the one?"

Stiles was quiet on that.

"Okay, just this one thing... are you attracted to him? Do you like him?"

"It's kinda difficult to not be attracted to Theo, Lyds."

"Mn, yeah, point taken. So, what's stopping you? Just give the guy a chance. Give yourself a chance at your possible happily ever after."

Their talk was interrupted as the ER door slammed open, and again, with Theo.

A delicate case was presented. The patient Theo brought in has a huge ball of spiky, orange glass on him. They couldn't figure out what it is. And it is impaled on many places on the chest and stomach. The worst one, through the throat.

The ER was in such a clamor due to the severity and also, bizzareness of the situation. The medics that responded to the scene briefed the doctor staff.

That orange thing is an art piece being hung at the museum when the cable snapped and it fell onto the employee overseeing the task. The glass through his neck is dangerously close to severing his jugular. They stabilized it with the help of the squad. The doctors immediately moved. Assessed and remedied the other stabbed parts. Once stable, the doctor gave very delicate and specific instructions to Theo on how and where to cut, so they could get the big chunk of glass off without disturbing the piece stuck to the throat. So they can finally bring the patient to the OR.

Theo did. Instructing Brett to hand him the buzz saw and Jackson to replace him in holding the spiky glass globe steady as he goes and cut it in places; handing to Brett the cut pieces.

"Careful, careful." -the doctor was watching him closely.

Theo was on the last piece and cut through it without shaking the glass too much.

"Clear." -Theo announced as he helped Jackson lift the spiky glass globe off.

"Good! Bring him to the OR! Great work, Raeken. Squad." -the doctor nodded to the three in acknowledgement.

"Our pleasure." -Jackson answered for them.

They stayed there a while, sitting, catching their breath from the delicate case they just helped in.

Brett looked at Theo, who was adjusting his coat and putting away the buzz saw. He can't help but smile at how good Theo did. And that is why he is the squad leader. And when he looked away, out of the room, he saw that he is not the only one admiring Theo's work.

Brett elbowed Jackson beside him. Jackson looked at where Brett was looking.

Stiles was standing behind the nurse counter, staring at Theo in the room. The two giggled and looked at their squad leader. Theo was busy putting away all their gear. The saw, the heavy duty bands, ties, etc. etc. Theo most probably didn't realize Stiles was staring at him.

They know Theo well. Theo might be arrogant at times and be boastful, but when he is working, everything else disappears and he becomes serious and focuses hard on the task at hand.

So they watched Theo tidy up their gears, take a breath and then look up.

"Good job, guys. We could take a break before we head back to the firehouse." -Theo smiled at them. "You know where the cafeteria is, right?"

Brett and Jackson nodded.

"Good. Food's on me."

"Awesome! Okay, we'd be heading there now, lieutenant." -Jackson winked and nodded his head towards a direction.

Theo didn't get it at first. But the two are smiling too much for Theo as they walk out of the room. He decided to look at where Jackson nodded his head. And there he saw Stiles, staring at him.

Stiles blushed and looked away, typing something on his ipad. Theo smiled and shook his head. He now knew what Jackson was trying to say. He looked at where Brett and Jackson disappeared to and saw that the two was peeking out of the hallway, watching him.

Theo signalled for them to scram to which the two just laughed before walking away. Theo fixed his coat and his hair before walking towards Stiles.

"Hey."

"H-Hey." -Stiles was still typing on the ipad.

Theo smirked and took the ipad away from Stiles, he knows Stiles is not typing something important. "How are you doing? Shift's good so far?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Thats good. Mine was very eventful."

"Yeah. I saw. Wh-What happened there?"

Theo proceeded to tell him what happened.

"That's crazy... you... you did well back there, Theo."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Thanks."

"It's crazy. Because whenever I see you, there are lots of blood, wounds, sctached and what-not from a very serious accident."

"It would be refreshing to see each other outside of work, right?" -Theo was shooting a shot.

"... Yeah, it would." -Stiles took the bait.

"Care for a drink after shift?"

"Oh..." -Stiles didn't really foresee what Theos' original statement leads to. He was so flustered and in awe at what he just saw Theo did that his usually quick and smart brain grew a bit sluggish.

Stiles looked away from Theo and his eyes landed at Lydia, who was holding up her ipad with a message: just go! Stiles almost laughed but was able to hold it back. Lydia is very adamant.

"Well, yeah. I could use a drink." -Stiles saying his yes to the invitation.

"Great! I'll pick you up later."

And so that led to Stiles looking himself over and again in the mirror. He was fixing his hair over again. And was deciding between leaving his sleeves down or folded just below the elbow.

"Lyds! How do I look?"

"Splendid!"

"Are you sure?" -Stiles looked at himself again.

He is out of the doctor scrub and coat, and is in his usual get up: chino pants, dark shirt, and flannel. He then wondered if Theo would still be attracted to him if he sees just how plain he actually is.

And then he realized, he never really saw Theo out of his fireman uniform. That bulky pants, and coat. And helmet. With tons of gears attached. He grew curious. Knowing Theo is a firefighter, and Stiles knows they keep themselves in shape, Stiles was curious to see just how in shape Theo is.

"You're good, Stiles, You should get going." -Lydia was hurrying him along outside of the ER doors.

Stiles was almost stumbled over when Lydia shoved him outside the doors. He looked around for Theo. He doesn't really know what to look for. A car? Sedan? Jeep? Truck? Sports car? What?

"Stiles!" -Theo called to him. "Over here."

Stiles looked over at Theo, leaning on his dark blue pick-up truck. He walked towards him and saw him dressed in plain black shirt, jeans and white sneakers. Simple.

Simple but the body beneath isn't. Stiles noticed how that plain black shirt hugged Theo on the right places. The chest, the shoulders, the waist... Theo is fit alright.

Stiles was staring quite a bit. Theo enjoying the reaction.

"You like it?"

"H-Huh???" -Stiles was pulled out from his staring. He looked back up at Theo, and noticed how tidy and groomed Theo's face is. His hair, perfectly styled too.

"My shirt. You like it?"

"Yeah."

"Or is it how my body stretches it that you like?" -Theo was leaning closer to him now.

"Oh-uhm, I know you firefighters are fit so... yeah." -Stiles blushed.

"...I could show you more of it." -Theo was moving closer to Stiles.

"Y-Yea-I think we should get going." -Stiles opened the passenger seat door and hopped in.

"Yeah. We should." -Theo helped him close the door. He smiled as he walked over to the driver's side.

As they were driving, Stiles keeps glancing at Theo and was glad that Theo is not too buff to his liking. Theo is just right. And Theo seemed very hygienic, evident on how clean and prim he is right now. Stiles loved that, maybe it's the doctor in him, but still. Very nice quality to be clean. And is very far from Theo's look in his firefighter gear. Theo always comes in sweaty, and dirty or dusty or bloody, depending in the case he responded to.

They arrived at the local bar. Theo opened doors for Stiles. When they walked in, the bartender greeted Theo. The bartender looked too young for Stiles to be working.

"Theo! Hey. How are you?"

"I'm good, Corey." -Theo sat at the bar, guiding Stiles on the stool beside him. Theo would have liked to sit in a booth and table but Brett and Jackson beat him to it, with their respective dates and their friends.

"The usual?" -Corey handed him his drink.

"Yeah... how about you, Stiles?"

"Oh, just beer."

Corey smiled at him. "There you go, Stiles." Corey slid him a bottle of beer and said his name ever so sweetly.

Theo asked Stiles about the rest of his shift. And Stiles asked the same. Then Theo asked him about what crazy cases he's worked on. Stiles asked the same of Theo. Then the conversation went on as the usual getting to know the person talk. Them finding out they watch the same TV series. And some movies. Listen to the same bands. And collected the same comics.

"No way! No way you're a nerd like me!" -Stiles couldn't believe it.

"Try me." -Theo took a sip of his drink.

"Okay, okay." -Stiles was on a roll. He wanted to prove if Theo really knows what he's talking about. Or if he's just stringing Stiles along.

"List down Star Wars movies in chronological order!"

"Easy. Phantom Menace, Attack of the Clones, Clone Wars, Revenge of the Sith, Solo, Rogue One, A New Hope, The Empire Strikes Back, Return of the Jedi, The Force Awakens, The Last Jedi, and The Rise of Skywalker." -Theo said without skipping a beat.

Stiles gasped. It wasn't a joke. And Theo is updated as well.

"Okay~ Which one did you like best?"

"Oh, is this the make or break question, sunshine?"

"It is."

Theo laughed. He took a sip of his drink again before answering.

"Rogue One. I went in to watch it, not really expecting anything. But it turned out to be the movie we never asked for but never knew we needed."

Stiles gasped again. He cradled his beer bottle and drank from it.

"So? Did I make it or break it?"

Stiles kept on smiling. "Made it."

"Hell, yeah!" -Theo slammed his hands on the bar and lifted them up in the air in a victory pose.

Stiles kept laughing. "Stop it!" He is feeling embarrassed and conscious because people are looking at them.

"Whoop! Whoop!" -Theo waved his hands around.

"Theo!" -Stiles pulling his arms down.

"What? I'm just really happy I made it."

"It's just a movie question!"

Theo just laughed and pulled Stiles off the bar and onto where people are crowding and dancing.

"Oh, no no no. Theo, no!" -Stiles tried to fight off Theo but the firefighter is too strong for him.

He got swept onto the dance floor. Theo started dancing and Stiles was just there, standing, embarrassed.

"Come on, Stiles." -Theo kept egging him to dance.

Stiles is not that drunk yet to do his silly dance steps on there. But Theo and the people around them didn't care and just kept dancing, making Stiles be in the mood to dance too. It started as normal, usual, silly, dances until it wasn't.

Theo and Stiles' body grew closer and closer. And the dance steps grew more and more daring. Theo took Stiles' hand and spun him around. Stiles has his back on Theo, and Theo hugged him close to his body. He then started swaying him along, waving side to side.

Stiles felt how warm it's getting. But he was enjoying it. Maybe he is drunk. Or maybe it's Theo's body flushed against him.

He felt Theo grind against him.

"Mn, fuck!" -Stiles muttered. Stiles felt it. He definitely felt something down there. From Theo and from his own, inside of his pants.

Stiles looked around, he was so conscious that others might be watching them. He then saw everyone else was busy with their own thing. Stiles felt Theo's warm breath on the nape of his neck. Theo was nuzzling him.

Stiles felt that tingle again. His whole body just shuddered. Then Theo started kissing his nape.

"Theo, oh shit." -Stiles' body jerked and he started grinding back to Theo.

Theo moaned in his ear. "Stiles... how about we get out of here?"

"Y-Yeah." -Stiles was so turned on.

Theo nipped one last time on Stiles' neck before hurling themselves out of there. They made it back to his truck, kissing and groping.

For the record, Theo didn't plan it to be like this. He just planned it to be a nice night of drinking with Stiles. But Stiles was looking too lovely tonight. And Stiles' reactions encouraged Theo to keep going where the situation was pushing them to.

Inside the truck, in the back seat, Theo was on top of Stiles, both of them has their pants undone and pushed down a bit, enough to make their erections brush each other.

Theo was sucking on Stiles' neck. Everything was hazy for Stiles. He doesn't really know what and how and why things are so damn hot right now. And Stiles remembered, he doesn't really know anything about this. He's never had a boyfriend before.

Theo stopped for a while to take his shirt off. And Stiles bit his lips at how good Theo's torso looks like. The chest, the abs, the oblique, that v-line leading to Theo's...

"Oh shit!" -Stiles panicked. He is a virgin. And he is halfway changing his mind. "Wait-wait! Theo!" Stiles was holding his hands up.

"What?" -Theo was about to go down on his neck again.

"I'm... I-I... I can't. I can't!" -Stiles pushed himself up.

"Wh-What? Stiles?" -Theo watched him pull his pants back up and tidy his shirt. "Stiles? Stiles? Hey, sunshine, what's wrong?"

"Theo... just... we can't be doing this. I'm sorry. And this is also our first date too- I mean, night out, out of work. We can't be- I'm not a... I don't do this."

Theo gets it. He was nodding, in an attempt to calm Stiles down.

"Sorry, Theo, I just, I'm not a wh-"

"Yeah, Stiles, you aren't. I know. I'm sorry if I moved too fast. I'm sorry I made you feel that way. But believe me, I don't see you as such, okay? I was just... you were so lovely tonight. I couldn't help it."

"Y-Yeah, I just... Yeah. Sorry. Can I go home now? I wanna go home."

"Sure, sure. Of course. I'll drive you home." -Theo wore his shirt back on and zipped his pants back up.

They transferred to the front seats and Theo started driving Stiles home. The drive was quiet. And Theo didn't like it. He was scared that he totally blew it tonight.

"Stiles? Do you wanna stop by somewhere? Coffee or something?" -Theo wanted Stiles to say yes, he wanted to gauge the situation. more.

"Uhm... drive thru. I want some curly fries."

"Sure."

Theo never made a u-turn so fast. They ordered and stayed in the parking, Stiles didn't really wanna get out of the truck. He dug in the fries box as soon as they parked. Theo was observing him. Stiles hasn't slapped or punched or called his dad or jumped out of his truck and high tailed it yet. Which is a good thing. Right? Is it? Theo isn't sure anymore. He doesn't wanna lose his sunshine.

"Sunshi-Stiles?"

"Yeah?" -Stiles replied without looking at him.

"Am I... I'm sorry. I hope I didn't blow everything tonight. Like I told you, you aren't a flavor of the week for me, Stiles. I am serious about you."

"N-No. It's not that."

"What is it then?"

"...Just... just let me eat in peace and drive me home right now?"

"Okay."

So Theo did. Halfway to Stiles' home, Stiles' phone rang.

"Hey, dad."

Theo became nervous. He remembered Stiles' dad's talk to him this morning.

"No, I was out. I'm on my way home.... I was out, uhm, de-stressing... w-what? No, I'm... well, I'm with someone, yes."

Theo held his breath.

"H-How'd you-" -Stiles looked at Theo. "Yeah... I'm just around the corner. See you." -Stiles ended the call. "Theo, could you stop right here?"

They stopped one corner from the Stilinski residence.

"Theo... dad knows about you 'haunting' me -his words by the way."

"H-Haunting? That's a bit much."

"Yeah, how did he know? I didn't tell him about you."

"This morning, he overheard me talk about you to Brett and Jackson."

"Oh."

"Yeah...and he wasn't happy about it."

"Uh, yeah, I can picture how the scenario went down."

"Yeah... so..."

Stiles' phone rang, it's his dad calling again. "You better bring me home."

"Yeah."

Theo continued to drive to the house. He parked and walked Stiles to the door.

"Theo." -Stiles held out his phone to Theo's face.

"W-What is-oh."

It was Stiles' number. Theo memorized it just in time the door opened and Stiles hid his phone in his pocket again.

"Dad."

"Hey, Chief. Good evening."

Chief did not answer but instead pulled Stiles inside the house and then shut the door on Theo's face.

'O-kay... that wasn't good... but at least I got Stiles' number now.' -Theo left with a smile.

-+-+-+ (to be continued) +-+-+-

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/51844528 by abbeyno stiles life is b-o-r-i-n-g. his bestfriend is getting laid all the time, whilst he can't even get a girlfriend! his thoughts change when a certain tall hothead comes into his life. Words: 493, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Scott McCall's Pack Members (Teen Wolf) Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51844528

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“ you’re always there. i didn’t used to see it before, but i do now. every time i’ve ever needed someone, you were there.  ”  

COMFORT [ stiles x fem!reader ]

desc. STILES ADMITS HIS FEELINGS ON A CHILLY NIGHT AFTER COMING HOME DRUNK TO HIS BESTFRIEND

has : tw: emetophobia (gagging and hurling), some angst, major fluff, stiles being the cutest babygirl ever,

it was a cold december night, specifically christmas eve. you and your best friend stiles were about hanging out because sheriff stilinski was at work, and your parents were on vacation. the plan was to have a star wars marathon, accompanied with some popcorn and candy.

the blankets were all set out as you waited for stiles to arrive. you heard a loud knock on your door, it was 30 minutes earlier than his planned arrival. you headed off the couch and made your way to the front of the house. as soon as your hand grabbed the knob, the door flung open.

in came a drunk and stumbling brown haired boy. stiles was known for being a light weight, but this has never happened. “stiles, what the hell. are you drunk?”, you yelled. he looked up at you before running through the house. he took a lap around it and then came back to you. “sseee i’m- i’m not drunkkk”, he slurred.

he laughed and gave you a big hug. you sighed in exasperation as he clung to you. his hands found their way to your lower back. for a quick second you felt butterflies, but instantly brushed them away as you began to hear stiles gagging. it must’ve been the alcohol, so he rushed to your bathroom in a flash.

he almost knocked you over while running, but soon made it to the toilet. you heard hurling and gasping for air. you stifled a chuckle as you made your way over to him. by the time you walked there, he was almost all the way passed out onto the floor. his position was so funny that you had to take out your phone for a picture.

the camera clicked as the flash went on, and awakened him from his slumber. “heyy, i do not consent to that”, he giggled while pushing himself up to a sitting position. you headed over the shoes on the ground, and sat on the edge of your tub. stiles back was pressed up against the wall, as he stared into your eyes.

you couldn’t tell if he was zoning out, or just making heavy eye-contact. he mumbled something, but you couldn’t make out what exactly it was. “what did you say stiles?”, you laughed. he put his head down and mumbled again. you brushed it off as it may have not been that serious. stiles on the other hand continued to repeat himself.

“y/n, you’re always there”, he said. your eyes widened as he made that statement. you went to talk, but he interrupted you. “i didn’t used to see it before, but i do now. every time i’ve ever needed someone, you were there.” tears swelled up in his eyes, and his voice cracked at the last word. “what made you think that stiles?”, you whispered.

you and stiles have been best-friends, and never more. lydia was the one in his life that he has had a crush on for years. you have always had that one thought in your mind thinking more of him, but never expected anything to happen.

stiles lifted up his head and stared into your eyes. “i- i don’t know, i’ve just felt like i needed to say that”, he spoke sappily. you couldn’t tell if it was drunk stiles making moves, or sobered up stiles. “i don’t know if i can handle this right now stiles”. you got off the bathtub only to be grasped down onto stiles lap.

“please don’t leave,” he said while whispering in your ear. your stomach began to make knots. ‘don’t do this right now’, you thought. you tilted your neck up to look at him. he suddenly leaned in and placed his lips upon yours. they still tasted like alcohol. he used his hand to run his fingers through your hair.

you kissed him back passionately and slowly. his hands lowered from your hair to you waist. you slowly pulled back and lifted yourself up. “i’m gonna go get some towels, and water”, you spoke. he nodded in reply. you quickly ran out of the bathroom and to your closet. you grabbed a bright red towel, and got some water out of the kitchen.

heading back to the bathroom, you heard some noises. they sounded almost like groaning, but you couldn’t make it out exactly. you stopped in the doorway to find a sat up stiles, sleeping. his mouth was slightly open, and he was snoring soundly. you placed the towel and water upon the sink, and went to sit next to him.

you lowered your body from the air to the wall. once you hit the floor, stiles head fell upon your shoulder. you heard his little gasps for breath through his snoring. he laid there in silence as you slowly closed your eyes. you quickly felt very tired, and put your head on top of stiles. you drifted to sleep as stiles snores soothed you.