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twjournals · 2 years ago

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summary: you're drunk at the club and Stiles takes you home

word count: over 1.4k

warning: two besties in love but neither will make the first move, drunken kiss, protective Stiles

"Think she's even good to drive?" Scott leaned into Stiles to talk over the music.

Stiles' eyes never left your as he shook his head. "Not a chance."

He had watched you nearly all night, between dragging Lydia to the dance floor with you every time your song come in (who knew you had so many) and nursing your drinks. He watched mainly because he wanted to make sure your night wasn't ruined by some scum. Or at least that's what he told himself. Either way, he was only looking out for you.

Lydia dragged you back to the bar with her arm around your waist. "Come on, Y/n, help a girl out." She huffed which caused you to giggle.

You propped yourself up against the bar, leaning your head against Stiles' shoulder with a sigh. His arm protectively rested around your waist to keep you up and though you were damn near wasted, you noticed.

"Keep an eye on her please. I need to use the bathroom." She says as she's already walking in the direction on the bathroom.

Stiles watched as you nuzzled your face in his neck for a moment. He wondered if you even knew who he was after that many shots. You were his best friend, aside from Scott, and he was in love with you. As much as he hated to admit it. Maybe he shouldn't hate it so much because you were after all his best friend. You knew each other in and out. No one could truly love you for everything you are like him, but it was also because you were his best friend that he hated to admit it. He feared even risking your friendship especially over his feelings.

"We should get you home." Stiles suggested.

You grumbled a noise as you started to sit up on the stool properly. Your hands held the bar for support. "I'm not ready to go though." You probably should go before you embarrassed yourself more, but right now, you had no shame.

You started to call the bartender over again, lifting yourself over the bar. Nevermind the way your dress was riding up, nor the fact that people could see your underwear. You had to get that man's attention. Just one more drink. That's what you kept telling yourself.

"Y/n," Stiles grumbled in your ear, feeling his chest quickly pressed against your back. He used his body to block everyone else from the show they would get. You weren't making this easy for him. "Sit down."

"Or what?" You shivered at the feeling of him pressed against your bare back, his warm breath against your ear. But you must stay focused.

"Where are your keys? I'm taking you home." He proceeded. You wondered if he was even listening.

"Stiles, I- I can take myself." You could feel your skin getting hot having him so close, or maybe that was the alcohol.

"Not a chance. Where are your keys?"

"No, I'm not leaving yet- that tickles-" You giggled as his hands tickled your sides while trying to reach your bag. "Nooo, I don't wanna go yet, Stiles-" You push yourself further into the counter, nearly throwing yourself over it in attempt to get out of his reach.

You're bent over the bar with a grin on your lips, your hands clinging onto his arms to keep him from getting your keys.

"You leave me no choice." He mumbled as he slips the bartender money to pay your tab just as you were about to order again.

You didn't have much time to ponder what he mean't by that before he was picking you up suddenly, pulling you over his shoulder. His hand shielded your ass to keep people from seeing up your dress as he carried out of the club.

"Stiles, put me down!" You protest.

You hear the door to the jeep open before he's putting you in passenger seat. He pointed a finger at you as he blocked you in. "You're drunk and I want you getting home safe." He stood still to make sure you didn't try to jump out on him. "Stay."

Your eyes lingered on him for a moment, the soft look at his eyes easing any emotion of anger. He shut the door before walking around to the driver side.

You could feel his eyes on you as you gazed out the window at your car still parked in the parking lot. "What about my car?" You hiccuped.

"It'll be okay. We'll come back for it tomorrow." He assured as he started to drive you home.

The car ride was quiet aside from your hiccups. Stiles glanced in your direction when your hiccups died down, hoping he might find you asleep, but you were still awake with your stare lingering out the window. He worried he might have pissed you off for carrying you out of the club, but then again he knew you would thank him in the morning.

He pulled the door open while you were in front of your place.

"Mad at me?" He couldn't help but to question.

You shook your head though, reaching your arms out for him to pick you up. He smiled, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you bridal style up the sidewalk toward your apartment building.

You listened to his heart beating against his chest and how it increased when your hand rubbed across it. You really couldn't ask for a better best friend. No one had ever looked out for you like Stiles did, cared for you the way he did. You almost laughed at the thought of Lydia trying to get you up to your apartment.

Stiles sat you down when you finally reached your bed, taking a moment to help you out of your heels so you could get into bed. "Before I go, can I get you any-" You caught him off guard when your lips pressed to his suddenly. Maybe you shouldn't have, but given how much liquor you had consumed, nothing was stopping you now. In fact, it only made the craving worse.

His lips were still against yours, processing what was happening. You were kissing him. This was really happening.

His arms wrapped around your body when he finally kissed you back. Your hands gripping the back of his neck to pull him further on the bed with you until his hands met the mattress.

"Wait-" He mumbled against your lips.

You parted from the kiss to look at him, still holding the back of his neck.

He closed his eyes with a frown. "Not like this." He started as he pushed himself up on the bed.

"Oh." You sat up on the bed, awkwardly crossing your legs as you adjusted your dress.

"No, I didn't mean it like that- I just Fuck.. You're perfect. Really you are. I have wanted this for so long, but I can't do it like this."

"Stiles.."

You watched the way he ran his hand down his face in frustration. You crawled closer to him on the bed, rubbing your hand in soothing circles against his back in attempt to calm him through his panic.

"You didn't do anything wrong." You assured.

"You're drunk-"

You interrupted him with a giggle. "To be fair, I kissed you first."

And yet he still couldn't stop himself from feeling this way. Not because it happened but more because he wanted to do it again. Just to pull you into his arms and kiss your lips all over again. He had no shame in kissing you, only never wanting to stop.

"I'm sorry for kissing you." You apologized.

He watched you lay back on the bed and sighed as he helped you pull the covers over your body. "Don't apologize."

"I don't want you upset."

"I'm not upset." He assured.

"Then I'm not sorry." You admitted honestly, quickly taking back your apology. Despite how much you had to drink, you would never be able to drown out the feelings you truly had for Stiles.

His eyes widened slightly in surprise before letting out a chuckle. "Well next time, would you mind doing it sober?"

Next time. Silly boy. It would be tempting. There was no doubt about it. You smiled instantly against the covers, turning over to get comfortable on the bed with your back facing him. You only hoped you would have the courage you do now to do it again sober.

"Goodnight, Stiles." You finally answered.

Though you couldn't see him, you could feel his eyes lingering on you. It was nowhere near the answer he was hoping for, but it was the answer he settled for. "Goodnight, Y/n."

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rubylize · 2 years ago

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Drunk

Summary: Stiles is drunk and he gets dropped off at your house.

Pairing: Stiles x reader

Word count: 890

Warnings: none

Stiles had gotten drunk and Scott had dropped him off with Y/n, who was dating Stiles. “Who are you?” Stiles asked her. She smiled at him, “Someone.” She grabbed him by the arms, “Hey! I have a girlfriend, get your hands off me!” He frowned.

Y/n let him go, “What’s your girlfriend's name?” Stiles laughed, “Her name is fishy!” He slurred. Y/n raised her eyebrows, “Fishy?” She mumbled. “Can I help you to your bed?” She asked. Stiles frowned, “No, no I have a girlfriend.” Y/n laughed, “I promise I won’t do anything to you, I just want you to go to sleep.” She explained, amusingly.

It was quite funny to Y/n to see Stiles in this situation.

“Oh okay. But don’t do anything!” He warned, Y/n started carrying him upstairs to her room. “Where does fishy live?” Stiles frowned at the question “Good question. I don’t know..” Y/n gasped fakely, “You lost your girlfriend?!” Stiles widened his eyes, “Call my dad he can help me look for her! He’s the sheriff,” he said worriedly.

He then laughed at himself when Y/n put him on the bed, “Why are you laughing?” Stiles’ laughing stopped, “Because Fishy isn’t actually my girlfriend hehe.” Y/n pouted fakely “You lied to me?” Stiles’ eyes softened “Yeah, so?” He laughed. “Ouch. Do you normally lie?” Stiles looked at her, “No. I only lie to strangers.”

Y/n nodded in understanding, Y/n kneeled down to take off his shoes, socks, she then reached for his belt. “Hey! Not touchy.” He mumbled, “Fine I won’t unless you tell me who your girlfriend is.” She challenged him. “Oh that’s easy!” He slurred happily. “S-she is wonderful, she is really pretty, I like her a lot, hmm or maybe love her? Her name is Y/n.” He said.

“I’m sure she loves you too.” Y/n reached for his belt buckle again, “Stop it.” He mumbled. “Stiles, I'm not gonna hurt you.” She assured, she then took his pants off and put some shorts on. “Want me to take off your shirt?” She asked him. “No.” He said, he then took off his shirt for himself.

Stiles laid on the bed and before Y/n could do anything else he fell asleep, she covered him with a separate blanket. She got pills and a water bottle to put on the nightstand, she also got a trash can, then eventually climbed into bed too.

She heard a groan, making her remember Stiles is here with probably a hangover. She sits up, “Stiles you okay?” She asked softly, Stiles shook his head and then randomly hurried to the bathroom to throw up. Y/n followed him, seeing that he’s kneeled down in front of the toilet, clutching on the side of the seat.

She kneeled down to rub his back softly, after he finished throwing up, he wiped his mouth and then he flushed the toilet. He put the seat down and laid down for a second, Y/n kissed him on the forehead, she then sat next to him. Stiles peaked at his girlfriend, she gave him a reassuring smile.

“Need help getting up?” She asked softly, her boyfriend nodded in response, she got up first and then pulled him up. Stiles washed his hands, before gently grabbing his girlfriend's hand and heading towards her bed. Stiles laid down first while Y/n got the pill and water she got last night, she handed it to him, making him sit up and take the pill and swallowing it with ease.

Stiles drank more of the water before handing it back to her and laying back down. Y/n laid next to him, “Do you have a migraine?” She asked softly, he nodded again. She got closer to him and wrapped her arms over his head and massaged his scalp. Stiles hummed in pleasure, he laid on his girlfriend's arm, but leaned in closer so his face was on her chest.

“Best girlfriend ever.” He mumbled, and kissed her neck. Y/n smiled softly and kissed his forehead. Stiles put his arm on her waist, “You said your girlfriend was someone named Fishy and then you started laughing because you lied. I asked you if you ever lied and you said no but only to strangers. You didn’t let me touch you at all cause you had a girlfriend.“

Y/n explained last nights events softly, Stiles chuckled softly, “Fishy.” He repeated. “I asked you where Fishy lived and you said you didn’t know so I asked you if you lost her. You told me to call your dad cause he was the sheriff.” Y/n giggled at the last part.

Y/n still continued to massage his scalp, “Did I mention that I love you?” He asked, Y/n stopped massaging his scalp a second and Stiles stiffened. “You did.” She said softly. “Good.” Y/n smiled, “I love you.” She said it back. “I would kiss you but I have vom-“ he started explaining, but was interrupted by lips on his.

He pulled apart, “I have, vomit breath!” He exclaimed. “I don’t care.” Y/n told him, she kissed him again, this time Stiles let her.

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selmasemlan · 5 months ago

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One call away

Summary: A video call between Luna and Marcel brings comfort and love, bridging the distance between them on a challenging day.

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC)

Author note: You asked for something cute, you´ll get something cute

Warning: cutie patootie, long-distance shish, i wanna be Luna.

Word count: 1571

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One call away

The sun had long dipped below the horizon in Beacon Hills, leaving Luna to contend with the encroaching darkness. Her day had been a whirlwind of chaos, dealing with the relentless alpha pack and the seemingly endless running around. Exhaustion clung to her like a second skin, and she finally found a moment of respite in the quiet of her room. She sank onto her bed, feeling the weight of the day pressing down on her, a heavy sigh escaping her lips.

Just as she resigned herself to the fact that this day would be marked only by its trials, her phone buzzed with a video call. Her heart lifted at the sight of Marcel's name on the screen. With a flicker of hope, she answered the call, and his warm, familiar face filled the screen.

"Hey there, Sunshine," Marcel greeted, his voice a soothing balm to her frayed nerves.

Luna let out a sigh of relief, her tension melting away at the sound of his voice. "You have no idea how much I needed to see you," she admitted, her eyes softening as she gazed at him.

Marcel's eyes sparkled with concern and affection. "Rough day?" he asked gently, his tone inviting her to share her burdens.

"You have no idea," she replied with a tired chuckle, running a hand through her hair. "It's been nonstop with the alpha pack, and I feel like I'm barely holding it together."

Marcel's expression darkened slightly with concern, his protective instincts kicking in. "I wish I could be there with you," he said softly. "To help you through this."

"You are helping," Luna assured him, her voice earnest. "Just seeing you, hearing your voice... it makes everything a little bit better."

They continued talking, Marcel asking about her day in more detail, listening attentively as Luna recounted the challenges and frustrations. His presence, even through a screen, provided her with a sense of stability and comfort she desperately needed. They laughed about lighter topics, shared stories, and let the conversation flow naturally, a soothing rhythm that eased the weight of the day from Luna's shoulders.

As the night deepened, Luna felt her eyelids grow heavy, her exhaustion catching up with her. She fought to stay awake, not wanting to let go of the connection with Marcel, but her body had other plans. Marcel noticed the change in her, his voice softening even more.

"You look exhausted, Sunshine," he said gently. "You should get some rest."

Luna nodded sleepily, her eyes half-closed. "I don't want to hang up," she mumbled, her voice tinged with fatigue.

"You don't have to," Marcel replied, a tender smile playing on his lips. "I'll stay right here."

Luna's heart swelled with gratitude and love. She nestled into her pillows, her phone propped up so she could still see Marcel's face. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible as sleep began to claim her. "For being here."

Marcel's expression softened, his love for her evident in every line of his face. "I don't know what's happening over there," he said quietly, "but whatever it is, I'm here. Always."

With those reassuring words, Luna finally allowed herself to drift off, the last thing she saw before sleep claimed her was Marcel's face, a beacon of light in her darkest moments. As she slept, Marcel stayed on the call, watching over her, his heart filled with a fierce determination to protect and support the woman he loved, no matter the distance between them.

Luna could feel the weight of her fatigue as she tried to keep her eyes open. Her muscles ached, and every movement felt like wading through molasses. The adrenaline that had kept her going all day had long since worn off, leaving her utterly drained. She curled up on her side, her phone still in her hand, and felt a wave of peace wash over her as she listened to Marcel's voice.

Marcel watched her closely, his heart aching at the sight of her so worn out. He hated knowing she was dealing with so much on her own, hated that he couldn't be there to hold her and make it all better. But even through the screen, he could see the strength in her, the resilience that had drawn him to her in the first place. And he loved her for it.

He hadn't told her yet—hadn't found the right moment—but the depth of his feelings for her was undeniable. Every day, every conversation, every laugh they shared only deepened his affection for her. He would wait, though. He would be patient, give her the time she needed to come to terms with her own feelings.

"You really should rest, Sunshine," he murmured, his voice a gentle caress. "I'll stay right here until you fall asleep."

Luna's lips curved into a faint smile, her eyelids fluttering shut. "Promise?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"I promise," Marcel replied, his voice filled with unwavering sincerity. "I'll always be here for you."

As Luna drifted off to sleep, Marcel kept his promise, watching over her through the screen, his heart swelling with love and a fierce determination to protect her from whatever trials lay ahead. And in that moment, he knew without a doubt that no matter the distance or the challenges, he would always be there for her, ready to light up her darkest days.

The soft hum of the phone was a comforting lullaby, blending seamlessly with the rhythmic beat of her heart as Luna surrendered to sleep. Marcel's face, framed by the glow of her screen, remained the last image in her mind, a steadfast guardian in the dim light of her room. His presence, even from afar, was an anchor, grounding her in a sea of uncertainty.

As she slept, Marcel could see the lines of stress slowly fade from her face. He knew the burdens she carried, the relentless pressure from the alpha pack and the constant threat of danger that loomed over her. Yet, in this peaceful slumber, she seemed almost ethereal, a fragile being he was determined to protect at all costs.

He whispered softly, knowing she couldn't hear him but needing to say the words aloud. "I love you, Luna. More than you know."

The sentiment was a promise, a silent vow to stand by her through every storm. His eyes traced her features, memorizing the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the way her hair framed her face, and the serene expression that had replaced the weariness. He could almost feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her breath, even though miles separated them.

Time seemed to stand still as he watched over her, his own exhaustion forgotten in the face of his devotion. Each minute that passed only solidified his resolve. He would find a way to be by her side, to shield her from the shadows that threatened to engulf her.

As the night stretched on, Luna's sleep deepened, her breathing becoming steady and even. The connection they shared, though digital, was a lifeline, a thread of love and comfort that spanned the distance between Beacon Hills and New Orleans. Marcel's eyes grew heavy, but he refused to close them, afraid to miss a single moment of watching over her.

Luna stirred slightly, a soft murmur escaping her lips as she shifted in her sleep. Marcel's heart ached with tenderness, his fingers itching to reach out and touch her, to offer more than just words through a screen. He knew that the physical distance between them was a barrier, but the emotional connection they shared was unbreakable.

In the quiet of the night, with only the gentle hum of the phone and the distant sounds of the city as a backdrop, Marcel made a silent promise to himself. He would find a way to bridge the gap between them, to stand by her side in person, to be the support she needed in the battles to come.

He stayed awake until the first light of dawn began to creep into his room, casting a soft glow over his face. Luna remained peaceful in her slumber, the stress of the day forgotten in the embrace of sleep. Marcel's heart swelled with a mix of love, determination, and hope.

As the sun rose, bringing a new day with it, Marcel finally allowed himself to close his eyes. He would rest now, knowing that he had kept his promise to stay with her, even from afar. And when he woke, he would begin to find a way to bring them closer, to ensure that the distance between them was no longer a barrier but a challenge they could overcome together.

In the early morning light, with the promise of a new day ahead, Marcel drifted into a light sleep, his heart still connected to Luna's across the miles. The bond they shared was a beacon of hope, a testament to the strength of their love and the unbreakable connection that would see them through whatever trials lay ahead.

As Luna slept soundly, Marcel's dreams were filled with visions of their future, a future where they stood side by side, facing the world together. And in the quiet of their respective rooms, separated by distance but united by love, they found solace in the promise of a new dawn and the unwavering strength of their bond.

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areleine · 9 months ago

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this made my night so much! i laughs, giggles, chuckles, like an idiot. i love every seconds that i spent reading this—UGH! 💗😭

Parental Guidance || Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: Coach Finstock introduces a very unwanted assignment in his Sex Ed class, resulting in a week of domesticity for Stiles and Y/N.

Words: 4607k

Warnings: fluffff, brief swearing

Notes: just something fun and cute okay?? btw the reader and stiles are in a friendship in this, not an established relationship

MONDAY - 10:47AM

Mindless chatter bounced between the walls of Coach Finstock's Economics classroom, every seat warmed by a preoccupied student. Lucky for you, the Supernatural had quietened down for a brief moment of tranquility and normalcy - you needed this, you all needed this. It was fifteen minutes into your period and Coach was still nowhere to be seen, not that anybody besides a few of you even noticed. Your eyes squinted as you looked at Scott, your body half-turned in your chair in order to see him behind you. His head laid on top of his arms as the faintest of snores escaped through his lips. You were amazed at how quickly he situated himself and fell into such a deep slumber, but at the same time, the quiet snorts and sleepy chortles were getting on your nerves.

Your arm twitched as you desired to reach out and shake his shoulder to wake him up, but the sudden realization that this was the most sleep he'd probably gotten in the last few months deterred you and provoked you to pull away with a soft smile. Your sympathy obviously wasn't matched as it was Stiles' turn to reach across to your sleeping friend, only with a thick black marker in his hand and a devilish expression contorting his facial features. You rolled your eyes as he peered over to you, a heavy wink falling from his eye, his arm not needing to go far as the two best friends were situated next to one another. You mouthed the word 'NO' at Stiles, but he was never one to listen, his tongue poking through the creased corners of his lips in concentration.

The tip of the marker began to stain Scott's tanned skin before it was dragged haphazardly across his cheek in a state of fright from a sudden loud noise, a cringing chime of guilt pressing through Stiles. With your teeth pulling your bottom lip, you couldn't help but muffle your laugh within your cupped hands, Malia joining in from beside you with just as much enjoyment.

Coach's voice continued to boom between all four walls of the classroom the further he entered, the trolley of basketballs usually found tucked inside the Gym now in his tow. He stood at the front of the room with hands on his hips, his eyes scanning all of the class' patrons before landing on Scott. Coach grumbled, eyes rolling back to his hairline before he moved forward between the rows of seats. His body managed to shuffle between you and Lydia before his fist slammed against the wood of Scott's desk, your friend flying backward with such force that he nearly tipped his chair over.

Coach chuckled with the utmost accomplishment, "Gotta lay off those late lonely nights, McCall. I've got a class to run."

It didn't take long before Scott brought himself back to the land of the conscious, the gears in his head ticking at Coach's choice of words. Scott's lopsided jaw lifted into a smug smile, his eyes flicking to the boy on his right-hand side, "That's more of a Stiles thing, Coach." There was no delay in your awkward friend lifting his eye into another wink toward Scott, forcing a gag from Coach before he took his place but at the head of the room. Your werewolf friend laughed loudly at the reaction before his smile dropped flat, his hand ghosting over his marked cheek.

Scott now frowned, "Is there something on my face?"

Your body was still turned in your chair as your lips pursed, eyes flicking to Lydia and Malia on either side of you before they landed on Stiles' mischievous whisky swirls - he was trying to hold in a laugh of his own. Simultaneously, you all said 'nope' and looked away from Scott, pretending that Stiles' little art lesson didn't happen.

"Alright you delinquents, listen up. Every senior at some point in this class has to go through this assignment. It sucks, but frankly, I don't have to do it so I don't care." He stated, hands reaching into the basketball trolley and pulling out a plastic toy resembling the shape and size of a six-month-old baby. Echos of groans and protests erupted almost immediately - some of those noises coming from your own mouth. The 'baby simulator' assignment was never anybody's favorite; they always cried, always needed attention. You could still distinctly hear the cries of multiple babies as they walked down the halls of Beacon Hills High ever since you arrived in freshman year. This assignment could possibly be worse than the supernatural.

"That's right, you're officially parents. Don't screw this up... I can see how many times this little pain in the ass cries, what you do to fix it, and all other sorts of intellectual crap. You'll be paired up and given one of these with an introductory manual... but don't think it'll give you answers on how to stop the crying, that's all on you kids. At the end of the week, I take 'em back and grade you depending on the information I get from these things. Once again, DON'T. SCREW. THIS. UP". Coach's brows were furrowed in his usual fashion, small particles of spit attached to his final words of warning - you were glad that you chose to sit toward the back of the class now, and not in the splash zone of the front row.

Coach cleared his throat as a way to cease the ongoing sounds of complaints before resorting to slamming his fist against another tabletop. You could feel Scott shudder at the reminder of his rude awakening only moments ago. Your teacher pinched the bridge of his nose as his head slightly fell, a sigh accompanying his tone, "This is supposed to teach you about what happens when you abandon safe sex. I'm not gonna tell you, hooligans, how to... well, you get it, okay? If you don't know, then too bad, I'm not gonna tell you either about the birds and bees crap. That's a job for your poor parents. I'm just here to pass out these damn dolls and silently judge you all later on whether you are physically capable of looking after another human being, besides yourselves, if anything." You didn't miss the way his eyes directly locked onto Stiles with those final few words, your own looking over your shoulder toward him and witnessing his face screw up at Coach.

"Alright. This took me little to no time to write up, if you don't like your partner - take a guess... I don't care". Coach reached behind him for a clipboard, his tongue darting out to lick the tip of the semi-broken pen before names were being called. He cringed at the first name as it sat on the end of his tongue.

"Greenburg, you're with... Tate."

Malia audibly groaned, her head falling into her hands. She didn't have anything against him, to say the least, but she knew that anybody would be cursed when it came to pairing with Greenburg during a Coach Finstock class. She continued to groan as more names were read off.

"Mahealani, you're paired with Martin."

Lydia didn't think anything too poorly about her chosen partner as she looked across the room, catching eyes with Danny and smiling as he gave her a quick thumbs up.

"McCall with Andrew."

Scott sighed in relief, happy to be partnered with someone who was both a friendly face and academically proficient. He looked toward the front of the room to where Sydney sat, her old-school camera being fiddled with on her desk. It was as if she could sense his gaze as she turned with a gentle grin.

"Y/L/N, you are paired with... Stilinski? Dear god, you poor girl."

You snickered behind your hand as another protest from Stiles protruded through the silence of the room, his hand-thrown forward and eyebrows crossed in a frown. "Seriously, Coach, have I done something to you because this reprimanding is getting kinda old-"

"You took every damn screw out of my office furniture and left them in a poorly wrapped gift box. You fail horribly at Lacrosse twenty-four-seven. I've never met a damn more sarcastic little ruffian in my damn life. I don't like your face-"

"Okay, yes, fine, fair enough. Just stop, please..." Stiles groaned his head hanging behind him, over the back of his chair.

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MONDAY - 11:35AM

You flicked through the introductory manual with your back against your locker, humming softly as you skimmed over the information regarding how the baby works and what information is stored. Stiles, however, was standing beside you with his arms ou straight, your new baby daughter held away from his body. He had already explained that he was nervous about setting the damn thing off in case you both couldn't silence it; it made you laugh. You looked over the edge of the binder and smiled at him, "So..." you started, lowering the combined pages as he looked over to you, "What are we gonna name her?"

"No. Once you name it, you grow attached." Stiles announced, his head shaking with each word.

"Stiles, it's a doll, not a stray puppy. Besides, I'm not going to spend the next week referring to our temporary plastic child as 'it'. She's getting a name." With a raised eyebrow you stood your ground, the intensity of your stare fighting his as a silent battle for who will cave first. As both of your eyebrows shifted to form silent words, you huffed, "We can call her Leia?"

He straightened up almost immediately as his face fell flat, with the addition of widened realizing eyes. Stiles looked back to the doll and brought her closer to his chest, "Leia Stilinski does have a nice ring to it." He admitted with a growing smile, causing you to smile in return.

You nodded with another soft hum, eyes briefly gazing over the constellation of moles across his left jawline. "Do you still have that marker from class?" You asked him, lips now pursed in thought.

"Uh, yeah?"

You took the marker from his lengthy fingers, ignoring the look of confusion in his caramelized eyes. Very lightly, you pressed the tip of the marker to the doll's cheek, recreating the pattern found on Stiles. You sighed in accomplishment as you looked back to him, beaming brightly, "There. Now she's a Stilinski." You slipped it back into Stiles' pocket as he chuckled at your alteration, the tip of his finger dragging softly across the new marks.

"Coach is gonna fucking kill you for drawing on Leia." He stated, finding comfort in now cradling her in his arms as if she were a real child. It was a sight to see Stiles suddenly act so paternal - his arms carefully wrapped around the doll's body as he rocked it slightly back and forth, a strange twinkle in his eye. You bit your lip at how well it suited him.

The bell above you rung loudly, shaking the metal lockers behind your perched frame. You reached down to grab your backpack before turning to Stiles again, "You called her Leia, you know? Not doll. Not it. Leia." Your arms slipped through the straps before securing them on your shoulders, your hands patting down the pockets of your jean shorts to make sure your phone was there.

"Well, of course I'm going to call our daughter by her name, Y/N. I'm not a deadbeat dad, I'm a fantastic dad."

You clicked your tongue at his self-proclamation, "Are you going soft on me, Stilinski?" You asked, your bodies still pressed against the old metal as the students of Beacon Hills High moved around you. He scoffed loudly, head flailing as if what you said was utterly preposterous. He was still rocking the doll when you raised an eyebrow in anticipation of his reply.

"I'm anything but soft, Y/N. I'm hard. I'm the hardest." Stiles proclaimed, gathering strange looks from passers-by on the way to their classes. His comment provoked your eyes to grow and lips to seal into a thin line, your focus slipping down his body toward his lower region. Stiles followed your gaze until he realized where you were looking, and what he said to make you look there. He groaned, "Seriously? You're turning this into a sexual innuendo in front of our child?" His head fell into a heavy shake before he spoke again, this time, toward the doll still within his arms, "I'm sorry, baby. Sorry that your momma's obsessed with my body."

"Eww, come on, Stiles. Too far." You looked away from him as your hand grasped his forearm, tugging his tall and lanky body behind you as you both fell into step on your way to Chemistry.

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TUESDAY - 12:52PM

Lydia's eyes were squinted as she stared across the table, her fork hardly hanging from her mouth with a lettuce leaf attached. She was too busy watching Malia to focus on eating, and you found the utmost amusement from the entire thing. Malia's arm was strung outward to the side as far as she could reach, her crying doll hanging from one foot that she was barely holding - she was disgusted and scared, begging for it to stop. The pack was trying not to let the ongoing screams go to their heads, but you could tell that the Weres had it a bit harder with their sensitive hearing.

You held Leia comfortably to your chest in one arm as you slipped a potato chip into your mouth. You were faintly bouncing her as if you'd been doing this for months already, the actions subconscious after only a day. You looked up as Malia whined, her eyes already boring into yours and the control you had over your doll. She scrunched her face, "why are you so good at this? Is mine defective? Did fucking Greenburg break this thing because I've barely touched it!"

You let out a small laugh, lips curling into a grand smile even more so at Lydia's sigh. You could tell what she wanted to say - that she really just wanted to tell Malia to stop being a baby herself and just try. She had gone a long way since you both began to talk in your freshman year, which is why she remained silent and kept her blunt opinions to herself. Stiles gently kicked you under the metal table of the cafeteria, causing your focus to shift toward him. He was chewing his food as he sent a silent message to you with the flick of his eyes as they looked down to Leia and back to yours. Your smile remained as you nodded, carefully removing the doll from your supportive hold and passed it across t Stiles' large splayed hands. He playfully cooed at the doll with a smile, "Hey little Leia, dadda's got you." It was hard to miss the fake gag from Liam and the strange judgemental look from Scott at the simple paternal action.

"Lia, gimme the doll." You spoke, your hands reached out in front of you with a grabbing movement. She quickly threw it toward you, lucky that you managed to catch it before it faceplanted onto the hardened floor. You laid it in your arm and began to rock it, your spare hand reaching toward a fake baby bottle on the table that was usually reserved for Leia - only made obvious by the poorly drawn baby Yoda and Star Wars quote sketched across it 'may the force be with you'. You lifted it to the doll's mouth as you continued to rock and bounce, the crying quietening substantially. After a few more minutes, it would be silent again.

Until then, you looked up at the absence of your friend's conversations - their eyes were trained on you in shock and surprise, even a little bit of gratefulness from Liam and Lydia. Stiles was the odd one out with his wide and prideful smirk, already knowing that you could easily get it under control. If these past twenty-four hours have taught you anything, it's that you and Stiles have much more faith in each other than originally thought. You offered him a quick wink as a part of your silent exchange.

Malia's jaw dropped and her brows had furrowed as she noticed how simple this was for you. Her hands pressed firmly against the table-top with another Malia-signature groan, "How the hell did you even do that?! He's been crying all day!" You couldn't help but pass another chuckle her way before standing up and walking to the end of your bench and by Malia's side.

"Hold your arms like mine, I'm gonna put him in place, okay?" You advised before waiting for her to follow, a few trials and errors before she got it spot on. You passed the doll back to her and saw her flinch out of your peripheral vision. "Remember, Lia..." you started, taking a step back and crossing your arms triumphantly, "It's just a doll. It won't bite. Just rock it and feed it and you'll pass Finstock's class, easy. Or you can go a step further and act like it's the real deal, like Stiles, and not cut any slack on the fact that it can't hear or see anything you do."

"Hey! If going full-on dad mode means I get a decent grade in this stupid class, then that's what I'm gonna do. Don't pretend that I don't make a decent DILF, Y/N, It's my true calling."

Your eyes were pointed at him, your expression clearly indicating that you thought he was an idiot. "You're insufferable. I can't believe I have a child with you."

He chortled, "Yeah, yeah. your family loves you too."

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FRIDAY - 11:10PM

"They were studying last time I saw 'em." The voice of Sheriff Stilinski spoke into the receiver of his phone, the weight of his footsteps provoking the stairs beneath him to creak as he ascended them. He continued to make small noises of acknowledgment when his feet stopped outside of his son's bedroom, the door still open a crack. He leaned in with his uncovered ear to listen for any sort of noise, alas, it was quiet. Sheriff nudged the door open with his foot before his head peaked into the darkness, the only source of light being the lamp on the bedside table that shone across the doona cover and the two bodies sleeping upon it. Sheriff laughed under his breath, "No, no. They're fine, just sleeping. Yeah - yeah, I'll let Y/N know in the morning. Yep... yep, certainly. Alright, 'night Adam." His eyes flickered down to the time flashing on the home screen of his phone - 11:13pm - he shook his head with a smile before gently shutting the door behind him, careful to not let the click echo too loudly.

The addition of Leia in your daily and sleep schedules created exhaustion that you've only ever experienced when dealing with unknown supernatural entities trying to come for your pack's lives. The week had gone quickly, however, it still knocked you out around the 9pm mark that Friday evening, Stiles following only mere moments after. Your body was currently curled up against one of Stiles' pillows, your back facing the wall and your face nuzzled against the familiar smelling fabric. He was laying against his stomach at the foot of the bed, a pursed bottom lip, with one arm reaching out just far enough to sit over Lea's plastic stomach - it was a sight to see if anything.

The sudden screeching of an automated cry was enough to make you jump back against his dark blue wall, just as Stiles sprung up and rolled off the bed. You both groaned in a mixture of pain and frustration from the intruding wake-up call. You were the first to begin crawling toward the doll, your hands slipping under the doll's frame and lifting her into your arms. You bounced her, rocking her side to side as you usually do. "Stiles..." you murmured, only to be met with a murmur as a reply. Your eyes managed to open slightly to see him slipping back down to the floor in a sleepy daze. You pressed louder, "Stiles! The bottle, I need the bottle."

He whimpered as his hand fished the small plastic cylinder from his pocket, holding it out and up toward you as one hand pushed him across the floorboards. Stiles' chin sat on the edge of his bed with a large and dopey smile as you took the bottle from him, a quiet 'thank you' spilling from your lips in a tired manner. You pressed the nipple to Leia's lips and sighed in content as the crying shortly stopped. You definitely weren't going to miss the jagged sleeping patterns from this week when you returned your assignment on Monday morning.

"Okay, sleep time." You concluded, slowly crawling back to your original position. You released a contented moan as your head hit the pillow, hands now grasping the covers and pulling them over your body. Stiles didn't even question you making yourself comfortable as he was used to you and Scott crashing at his house after a study session or a night of supernatural investigation. It was a simple event that had been happening for almost six years now.

Stiles carefully shifted Leia to the center of the bed so that he could slip under the covers beside you. He felt your head shift as his arm burrowed under both of your pillows, the other laying across Leia once again before allowing his hand to comfortably sit on your waist. It provoked your sleepy body to shuffle closer to his until you could feel the hard plastic of the doll press into your torso.

Shamelessly flirting in a playful manner in front of your friends was your form of banter - others poked fun at one another, but yours extended past just that. When you were alone, however, and in a sleepy state much like now... you and Stiles unconsciously exercised a more domestic and 'cuddly' approach as it was what made you both comfortable. He liked having his hands on something, or tangled in something, to settle the hype of his ADD. You liked the warmth and heaviness of the touch, it made you feel safe. It was a perfect match.

Stiles hummed as he lent forward a little, his lips freshly wettened by his tongue pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead. You moaned sleepily as he laughed, both of your eyes closed in content. "G'night, baby momma."

"Goodnight, Stiles."

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MONDAY - 10:33AM

"Paperwork on the desk, doll in the trolley. Make sure the I.D numbers are secured, for the sake of god. The last thing I want to do today is track down which idiots forgot to pair their doll with their information papers. Do I honestly look like I don't have better things to do?" Coach boomed, his rhetorical question about to be answered before his hand was thrown up, head shaking, "Shut up, Greenburg! Don't answer that!"

You chuckled as Malia happily tossed the doll into the trolley, ignoring the confused glares of Coach as she walked away. Scott and Sydney joked around as they said their goodbyes to little Georgie, and Lydia made sure that she and Danny left the baby just the way they found her. When you and Stiles reached the trolley, it was almost full. His arm slung around your shoulders lazily as he looked at Leia, his lips pouting from having to part from her so soon.

"Bye, munchkin. May we meet again in another life." He cooed, patting her head. You smiled through a sigh, tapping her nose, "Goodbye, sweetheart. Miss you already. Stay a good girl, make us proud." You spoke softly, practically hearing Malia gag from across the room. You placed Leia down and began to walk away before Coach stopped you both.

"The hell? STILINSKI! Did you draw on my damn doll?"

"Well, she may have fallen, on my marker. Multiple times." He replied to your teacher, face scrunching up and cringing for the shitstorm about to come his way.

Coach's mouth opened with his finger pointed Stiles' way before you stepped forward, "It was actually me. Just an inside joke about her looking like Stiles."

Coach's hand instantly retracted and curled into a fist, falling by his side as his anger pushed through his nose. He groaned quietly and shook his head, "Really, Y/LN? Just don't do it again, okay?" His teeth were gritted as he spoke and you curled in your lips to prevent a laugh.

"Yes, sir."

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MONDAY - 11:42AM

"You know, it feels weird not having to worry about caring for a child", Stiles mentioned as you looked through your locker, gathering the right books for your Chemistry class coming up next. You never would have thought a week ago that Stiles Stilinski would have withdrawal issues over a doll. He clicked his tongue, fingers stretching out from a closed fist position until small cracks were heard. You rolled your eyes at his fidgeting behavior before holding out your hand, his mumbling voice barely above a whisper as he thanked you and grasped it within his own, instantly playing with your fingers.

"You getting clucky there, Stiles? Missing being a dad already?" You quipped, now piling your necessary books single-handedly and sliding them into your backpack. When the metal door closed, you could see a slight pout on his lips, his eyebrows furrowed in thought.

His voice was quiet again, "I think I just miss being able to focus on something that isn't Supernatural for once, you know, the normalcy?" You didn't mean to, but the look on your face presented slight pity and sympathy toward his statement. Before you could reply with feel-good words and reassurance, he smiled, "and yeah, maybe I miss being Leia's favorite parent, too."

This caused you to scoff, loudly. You knew that he wanted to move away from the mushiness of the conversation, so you let him and instead played into his little comment. "Hardly. Moms always have the best deepest connection with their children."

"You know how many times she woke up during the night when I had her? Twice, over three nights, Y/N."

"Stiles she is a doll, that doesn't mean anything."

"That's what somebody in denial would say."

Your eyes rolled, the school bell shortly echoing through the halls, indicating that your next class was starting soon. Stiles laughed at your lack of response as he squeezed your hand, pulling you to follow him toward the Chemistry classroom.

"You know, Y/N, for the record you'd make a badass mom. Like... seriously, badass. All the other moms couldn't hold anything against just how good you'd be."

"And you'd make a killer, DILF, Stiles."

His large strides paused briefly as he pulled you in front of his frame, a curling smirk playing on his lips at your statement. You clearly boosted his ego. "You really think I'd be a good DILF?"

"Oh yeah, hands down. Look at you, and with a baby? Damn." Your eyes crinkled in the corner and your nose scrunched as giggled escaped you, Stiles squeezing your hand once more as he laughed along with you. His tongue dragged across the ends of his pointed teeth before biting the inside of his cheek. He remained silent as he continued your walk across the school.

"Okay, I'll be the DILF and you can be the MILF, make all the other parents jealous as shit of how cool and attractive we are."

"Deal, Stilinski."

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Sterek fic recs: ABO/Mpreg AU Edition

As per @oldefashioned's request, since this is for her, here you go. I tried to filter my bookmarks, so these are more about the plot than the smut. There's probably a lot of ABO without mpreg, but I hope some of these change your mind about it!!

1. Fire, Fury and Flame by IAmAVeronica

Stiles Stilinski was never going to be the omega who got knocked up right after high school, and then he's accidentally artificially inseminated with a stranger's sperm. Awesome. And the father of Stiles's baby just so happens to be Derek Hale. Half-feral, quite possibly a murderer, and pursued by a gleefully sadistic band of hunters who are only too eager to use Stiles and his baby to hit Derek right where it hurts. Joy.

Notes: this is Jane the Virgin if there were werewolves and abo. It’s absolutely phenomenal. That's it, I have nothing else to say, 10/10. It's completed!

2. I don't know why, but I guess it has something to do with you by LunaCanisLupus_22

“You smell like me,” the guy says, scowling as he crowds in and Stiles staggers back between the coats and finally hits the wall. “Why do you smell like me?” He barely lets out a garbled sound as the blood rushes to his cheeks. “No reason,” Stiles yelps, struggling to get his footing and grasping at a whirlwind of puffy fur. Or the one where Stiles goes thrift shopping and steals an alpha's shirt. And gets a lot more than he bargains for.

Notes: Stiles does something he's not supposed to. Derek is... confused. It ends up pretty okay. Also kind of an office au?? Anyways they're both dorks and I love them. It's completed, but you need to have an account to see this work.

3. Take Me Away From Here by Hedwig221b (also @hedwig221b here on tumblr!)

Derek Hale looked terrifying. With his broad frame and muscles, with his wild black hair and thick beard, with his eyes the color of blood and fangs of a killer. Despite his kindness and his apparent attraction to Stiles, he was still a stranger, a predator, a wolf. The thing is, Stiles would deal, but others might not. People found Lord Hale horrid, monstrous and unapproachable. If Stiles stood behind him, no one would touch him. He’d be safe with the wolf. If not from him, then definitely from everyone else. And that was enough.

Notes: of course I had to rec at least one Hedwig abo fic, they're the best! Don't you worry, there's a lot more in this list. This is a historical au... sort of. If history had werewolves and omegas. Don't worry, it works out fine. The whole world building in itself is interesting, because it treates omegas like a different species. Derek, my beloved, always and forever obsessed with Stiles! It gets dark for a little while, but don't fret, all is okay in the world. It's completed!

4. Scent Left Unsaid by bleep0bleep

In a society where werewolves are second class, Deucslist is an alternative werewolf network (similar to Craigslist) where humans and werewolves offer (mostly sexual) services. Derek is a long-term client of an anonymous human omega whose scent is just perfect. He never expects to meet him, until it happens. Derek has slept with that faded red hooded sweatshirt every night since he got it in the mail. It’s calming, that scent; it’s everything to him. So it’s strange now that Derek is smelling it wafting from the end of the subway car as it careens towards the L line, lights flickering on the passing platforms.

Notes: imagine meet cute, only Derek is too socially awkward to actually enact the necessary steps to make it a meet cute, and Stiles has to do it instead. Also using the good old trope of Stiles' scent being like cocaine to Derek. It's very wholesome, and it's completed.

5. Never a Hardship by Julibean19

“Derek, meet Stiles, your new bodyguard,” Talia says. Derek doesn’t get up. He’s frozen to his seat on the couch, staring at the man who will now be hounding his every step. “What’s a Stiles?” he asks dumbly, finally budging when his mother smacks him on the shoulder. “That’s Chief Stiles to you,” his mother says, scolding him. Derek huffs in annoyance, wondering how this could possibly get worse. “Senior Chief Stilinski is a Navy SEAL, Special Operations Forces, and has been handpicked by me, out of several hundred options. You will treat him with respect and do what he says.” “I’m a grown man, Madam President,” Derek says through clenched teeth. “You can’t expect me to listen to this guy. I don’t know anything about him."

Notes: I love First Family aus! And Omega First Son!Derek with Alpha Bodyguard!Stiles is just delightful. There's a lot of omega politics, and Stiles gets to be a total badass when he and Derek are not pining after each other. Also, Chris Argent, surprisingly, is the best. I don't know what else to say without spoiling everything, so just know this is amazing! It's completed.

6. A Sheep In Wolf's Clothing by dumpac

"What the fuck, Stiles, what the fuck?!" "No, no, you don't understand, Scotty, this is the best idea ever!" "Because you think registering as a fucking alpha to college when you're actually an omega is the best idea ever? It's not even a good idea!" Or : Being an omega, Stiles has few chances to be accepted in the college of his dreams. Registering as an alpha seems like a good idea... until his new roommate, hot-as-the-sun alpha Derek Hale, comes in the equation.

Notes: I know I say this a lot but this fic is SO GOOD!! Stiles pretends to be an alpha and IT WORKS because he's a badass, only things go a little bit sideways because he's not an alpha and Derek... well Derek has no idea. My poor man is confused. Also has a dash of good old discrimination against omegas and nepotism. One of my favorite abo AND college au fics. It's completed.

7. Untouchable by Hedwig221b

The day Stiles Stilinski entered the Berkeley campus was the day all the alphas went absolutely fucking nuts. See, omegas were rare, even more than redheads. Got to be extremely fucking lucky to even see one in a lifetime. They were supposed to be these ethereal creatures of beauty and elegance, irresistible and blinding. And Stiles Stilinski was exactly that.

Notes: another Hedwig fic hehe. This one makes me go feral EVERY TIME. Literally one of my favorite fics to ever exist, I think I've read it three times in the last month and a half alone. If you're looking for unhinged sterek with absolutely besotted Derek, and pretty omega Stiles who has only eyes for him, this is the fic for you. They are literally so great!! 10/10, please please please go read this. It's completed.

8. You Smell Like Mine by bleep0bleep, marguerite_26

People talk about the alpha instinct, an alpha's head being swayed by a nice-smelling omega, or the desire to drop everything and show off. Derek's never felt any of that. He's just not that kind of alpha. Then he meets Stiles.

Notes: I love Derek in this, he's trying SO HARD to remain nonchalant over Stiles, but he never stood a chance. One whiff of Stiles' scent and he was a goner, pathetically entranced. Good thing Stiles wants him back hehe. A sprinkle of Enemies to Lovers (and really, can we say it's sterek if it doesn't have enemies to lovers who are inexplicably drawn to each other despite their best efforts to appear indifferent?). It's completed.

9. His Only Defence by LunaCanisLupus_22

Stiles had just accidentally challenged an alpha. Oh God, and Scott had just stood by and let him do it. He was the worst best friend ever. Stiles was going to kill him. Except, oh right, the alpha was going to kill him first. Like beyond dead, ripped into tiny little pieces dead. So far dead that his dad would not be able to identify him, dead.

Notes: I honestly don't know how to explain this one. It's a modern au, only archaic abo rules exist and Stiles and Derek... well, Stiles is Stiles and Derek is Derek. They work it out. It's completed, but you need to have an account to read this work.

10. cheer up, babe by graveltotempo, SpringlockedSpectre

He was the basketball captain. And he was a cheerleader. Can I make it any more clear? OR: Derek Hale thought he had his crush on Stiles Stilinski under control. And then Stiles decided to show up to school in a skirt.

Notes: Derek is pining and makes a fool of himself all the time in front of Stiles. Stiles, thankfully for Derek, finds it charming. That's it, that's the fic. It's completed. I also recommend checking up graveltotempo's other works, they're great!

11. Love's Violent Delights by Dexterous_Sinistrous

Derek caught the way the man’s eyes looked over Stiles before lingering on his ass. He waited for the clerk to place the key on the counter before he reacted. Stiles startled at the loud noise, turning away from the pamphlets in the display box to see Derek pinning the clerk’s head against the counter. He drew in an even breath, looking between the struggling man and Derek. Derek briefly looked at Stiles, hesitating before he saw the gleam of excitement in Stiles’ eyes and the hint of lust in his scent. “Ever look at him, or any other Omega, like that again, and I’ll slice your eyes out with my claws.” He shoved the man back, not caring of the commotion that was made as he snatched up the key from the counter.

Notes: this makes me go feralllll it's so good. The Sheriff is imprisoned for what basically amounts to bullshit charges, and he and Derek share a cell. When Derek is freed, he looks for Stiles to make good on his promise to the Sheriff to take care of him. Somehow, they end up running from the law lol, my little criminal babies. Their relationship here is so uuuuuuughhhhh so wonderful! There's also critics to the system and talk about abo politics. It's completed.

12. Side Character by Hedwig221b

He should’ve kept his mouth shut. He should’ve smiled like always. Now everything was ruined, crushed, destroyed. Dust, shards, and the remnants of his pride. Love that no one needed. Derek’s gaze scalded the side of his face but Stiles refused to meet it. He had already revealed too much.

Notes: Hedwig, as always, writes such good stories! Seriously one of my favorite sterek writers! Stiles is oblivious and pining, Derek is also oblivious and pining, only in a completely different manner. They still end up together because they are meant to be in EVERY UNIVERSE. This doesn't have the traditional Alpha/Omega pairing, since Stiles is a Beta (really, the root of all this issue in the first place) He is very insecure in this one, but Derek is here for him. It's completed.

13. Made Your Mark on Me (A Golden Tattoo) by writteninthewolfstar

Beacon Hills High and Lycan Heights High are well-known enemies. Derek Hale, Lycan Heights' star quarter-back, is well-known for being aggressive and arrogant. Imagine Stiles surprise when he discovers that Derek Hale is actually his soul-mate.

Notes: this is a very sweet one. Pretty light hearted, especially compared to canon. The bullying does get a little intense at some points, though, so if that's triggering proceed with caution. Jock Derek, my beloved. Stiles is a loner, and also very insecure on this one! But Derek is an absolute sweetheart and a real champ, so love conquers all. Has some Bad Friend Scott, too, so if that's something you're interested in, this is your fic. It's completed.

14. We Gotta Hide What We're Doin' by CharWright5

As a Bodyguard within the Stilinski Rodzina, Derek's one and only job is to watch over the Omega son—and only child—of the Family's Head, Stiles, a task that is easier said than done some nights. It's just good that the Alpha knows the best way to punish the little troublemaker when his bratty behavior threatens to expose a secret that could get the Bodyguard killed.

Notes: this one has a lot of smut, and the premise is absolutely killer. I'm actually very sad it's not 200k words long, but what can you do? Stiles is the heir to a Mafia Empire, and Derek an enforcer and Stiles' personal bodyguard since he was young. Stiles is a spoiled brat here, but Derek likes that hehe. It's also a secret relationship. It's kiiiiind of dark, since this is a mafia au, but nothing too terrible. To be honest the most explicit part is the smut. It's completed.

15. Survival of the Species by Lissadiane

“I think I’m dying.” Nothing makes sense – and now Derek has left him. “No, Mr. Stilinski,” Deaton says grimly, rooting around in his special cupboard of herbs and remedies. “I’m afraid not. You’re merely suffering from a biological imperative to bear your alpha’s children and strengthen the pack.” Stiles considers that for a moment, as best he can with his mind a hazy mess, and then he says quietly, “I think that might be worse.” “So, so much worse,” Scott agrees. * In which Derek's pack is apparently stable enough to begin planning for the future, and somehow, the universe has decided Stiles is the perfect candidate to bear his alpha's children.

Notes: honestly?? One of the best fics I've read about mpreg, not just in the Teen Wolf, but in general. It keeps things real, everyone is the appropriate amount of freaked out, for a while no one is having a good time, and there's enough to hint at body horror that my angst thirst is satisfied. Don't worry though, everything's fine! And there's no actual body horror, Stiles just has a very wild imagination. There's also not actual mpreg either, it's just discussed. It's complete.

16. before the world catches up by negativelyme

Stiles is a beta, so he’s never been a part of the annual Winter Mating Rituals that take over his high school. Or so he thinks.

Notes: this one is so wholesome! Derek truly is trying his very best, you can do it, Derek! Stiles' I'm-a-Beta-no-one-wants-me issues are getting in the way of true love. All ends well. It's completed.

17. All You Ever Needed to Know About Knotting by orphan_account

Derek had started reading the column by accident. Really, reading strangers’ questions about knotting and heat had never really appealed to him. However, at that point in time, he was a little desperate. And he was right: most of the questions submitted by anonymous readers didn’t appeal to him. The answers, though, did. (Or: In which Stiles writes an advice column about knotting and Derek is smitten. Also they're neighbors.)

Notes: it's pretty much what it says in the summary. Overall very wholesome, made me laugh. Derek is absolutely precious here. It's completed.

18. You Want Me Back by graveltotempo

Stiles and the Hale pack come back to Beacon Hills for a High School reunion.

Notes: classic 10 year reunion fic (or maybe it's not classic in this fandom?? Tbh, most of the reunion fics I've read are from KHR), Stiles comes back to BH married and with a child. He, Jackson and Isaac are the best of bests, and Derek is, of course, wonderful. Peter is also pretty great, even if he appears for like 5 seconds. Canon Divergent from season 3b, bad friend Lydia, bad friend Scott. There's an epic smackdown and the Hales are basically top dogs. It's completed.

19. Over the Moon by likeshipsonthesea

Stiles and Derek spend a night together, and Derek, thinking he's protecting Stiles, tells him it was a mistake. Stiles leaves Beacon Hills. He also leaves behind 6 letters to say goodbye to the pack. From his letters, the pack thinks he's killed himself. Meanwhile, Stiles is in NYC, living with Jackson, going to Columbia, oh, and he's pregnant.

Notes: Derek is an idiot, but his heart is in the right place. Misscomunication ensues, basically, and it escalates way too much. Jackson and Stiles' broship is literally the best thing ever, I love them!!!! We should have more fics with them being the best duo ever.

20. the Jurisdiction series by elisera

John is a pretty level-headed guy. He wasn’t always, back during his own Sturm und Drang period, but he married a firecracker of a woman and got a kid with an affinity for trouble like he got payed for ending up in it, so someone had to level out or they would’ve ended up living in a treehouse or Lapland doing god knows what. Anyway, getting a hold of his temper is one of John’s better life achievements. It makes him a good sheriff and it kept him from blowing his lid too badly those last two years when Stiles started acting out in a way that John had never seen before. But the temper is still there. He’s reminded of it when he comes home on a random Saturday in March after spilling his milkshake all over his uniform shirt only to notice he didn’t have a spare in the station and finds Stiles bend over the kitchen sink with hunched shoulders.

Notes: the first part of the series gets, admittedly, pretty violent. Everything after that is very wholesome though. The Sheriff is an absolute gem in this one! Also, the mpreg is a very important factor after the first part of the series, but the first part is mostly just sterek pining and the aforementioned violent events. I'd mind the tags. It's completed.

21. What To Expect When You're Expecting (A Litter of Sourwolf Puppies) by Brego_Mellon_Nin

The Sheriff sighs and plops down in a chair opposite his son. “Stiles, I’m going crazy here. We need to get you to a doctor. You sleep like you’re trying to get into the Guinness Book of World Records, and your eating habits are bizarre! You vomit around the clock and for some reason only the tea your mother used when she was pregnant will get your stomach to settle down for any length of time. Is there something you aren’t telling me? Can werewolves get guys pregnant? I’ve noticed how you look at that Hale kid-” Stiles meeps and flails, sloshing tea down his front. Luckily it’s not scalding anymore, but still hot, so he jumps up and wrenches his shirt off. “God, dad, no! Guys can’t get pregnant, that’s ridiculous, it’s like...” “Like werewolves being real?” his dad questions, deadpan.

Notes: a wonderful accidental pregnancy fic. I love the Sheriff on this one, he's so supportive and actually has a hold of every single braincell because he is just THAT great. Stiles is also lovely, and while Derek is missing for like the first third of the fic he's great, too. This are pretty fluffy all around! It's completed.

22. I Don't Blame You for Being You (but you can't blame me for hating it) by LadySlytherin

Derek hits Stiles with his Camaro - 'Dammit, Stiles, it was an accident!'...'Why don't I believe you?' - and hilarity ensues.

Notes: do you know how there are fics that make you go 'I LOVE STEREK SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAAH'? Well, this is one of them. Derek hits Stiles with his car, Stiles ends with a broken leg, Derek gets to take care of him while he recovers as payment. Oh, and there's a fight about which pack Stiles actually belongs to, but that works itself out. It's pretty great. It's also completed.

23. Predators by Hedwig221b

He was born for this. Nature itself whispered into his ear where he should put his hands, how to twirl his tongue just right and when to bite. Stiles knew well enough that his saliva was currently working its magic on this unfortunate man, making him hungry, lustful, and insatiable. Soon, all his thoughts would be consumed by Stiles. And, just this once, Stiles would allow Derek to consume him.

Notes: to be honest, I thought I'd be putting this on another section, since this is a creature!Stiles fic (and it'll definitely go there when I make that fic rec list), but if it has mpreg then it has mpreg. This is actually one of my favorite fics ever!! I feel like I'm always saying this but it bears repeating, so: Hedwig always makes such great stories (as proven by the sheer amount of Hedwig fics I have in my rec lists lol). Stiles is so uuuuuugh in this one, I love him! And Derek! Oh lord, Derek makes me go feral here. Honestly, so good! It's completed, but do mind the tags because it gets... intense.

24. Disposition by Tulikettu

Stiles has an itch. A kinky, kinda dirty itch he needs to scratch. So why not go on the Internet and look for a complete stranger to scratch it? Derek needs a partner for his rut. What a coincidence.

Notes: alright so this last one really veers off track from the rest of this list. It's basically pure smut so if you're not into that, don't read it. It also doesn't actually have mpreg, it's just discussed (and barely as a subject, since in their current present it isn't possible). Also, the kinks are... well, they are. There are some pretty triggering stuff in here so please mind the tags before you read, because if it's in the tags, you will read it, in detail. Other than that, it's pretty great! Stiles and Derek are very obsessed with each other, as they should. It's completed!

And this is everything. I honestly surprised myself with the amount of fics that ended up here, I hadn't realized I'd read that many sterek fics with ABO and mpreg. I hope you like these, Shar! And of course, anyone else who bounds finding this, I hope you enjoy these too.

#for oldefashioned #fic rec list #fic recs #abo #abo dynamics #mpreg #sterek #eternal sterek #teen wolf fic rec #teen wolf #eternalsterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #ao3

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sundrop-writes · 4 months ago

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are you currently open to doing reactions for teen wolf characters? cause if you are i’d love to see how you think stiles & allison would react to seeing a fem reader naked by accident hehe

yeah, as it says in my Rules, I love doing reactions and MLTs (especially cause they're fun, shorter fics that I can write quickly in order to get to know the characters better. they're a lot of fun)

so here we go

Requests for Teen Wolf are OPEN!!! Please read the rules first, though <3 also vote in this poll if you like Teen Wolf fics

How would Stiles Stilinski and Allison Argent react to seeing you naked by accident?

Warnings: mentions of sex/arousal/sexual desire (characters wanting to fuck the reader after seeing them naked), sexual themes but no explicit smut, reader is described as having breasts/is called a 'girl', mentions of Scott/Allison, mentions of Jackson/Reader (background, unimportant), mentions of the reader taking nudes/nude pictures, Allison's section is way longer than Stiles's oops (but that's because I've never written for her before and I got excited).

Stiles would be coming to visit you on a random Saturday - something that he did often. And after letting himself in with his spare key and bounding up the stairs to your room, he would hear music coming from your room and think nothing of simply letting himself in. He could imagine that you were cutely dancing in your pajamas, using your hairbrush as a microphone - something that he would tease you for, but secretly loved.

He hadn't even thought to knock. The two of you were so close - best friends since you were in diapers, having grown up together, gone through everything together.

So when he opened the door and found you standing at the foot of your bed, naked, rubbing lotion over your skin almost sensually - a towel in a rumple at your feet as you had clearly just gotten out of the shower - in seconds, it changed his entire perspective of you. Seeing your gorgeous breasts, the roundness of your thighs, the perfect swell of your ass, the softness of your stomach - it put nothing but downright filthy images in his mind. And in seconds, you went from being his dorky childhood friend to a woman he now desperately wanted to fuck.

He didn't get to stand there for long and stare before you noticed him, but the image of you so beautifully bared was easily seared into his mind forever.

"Stiles?!" You screamed when you noticed him in the doorway, and he felt so terribly caught.

His instinct was to turn and run, but he was dumb from the amount of blood pooling in his cock. He tripped over his own feet and rammed headfirst into the doorway - hard. He became dizzy from the hit fell to the floor within seconds, groaning loudly in pain (and embarrassment) as he clutched the bruise blooming on his forehead.

You rushed to pick up your towel to cover yourself, and then rushed to see if he was okay.

"Oh my god, Stiles." You sighed, kneeling down by his side. "What is wrong with you?"

Well, he could add 'intense sexual desire for his best friend' to that list now.

Allison loved having you over at her place. Between the chaos of dating and not-dating someone that her family had vowed to kill, and being trained by that family to kill others of his kind in the most traumatic and tiring way possible - you were a breath of fresh air in her life. You were the soothing relaxation she needed among the chaos.

She invited you over as often as possible because of this. Whether it was dinner with her family, studying, sleepovers where the two of you talked all night and ate junk food - you were over at her house often. Her family knew that the two of you were the best of friends, and they loved you because you were a smart, respectable, normal girl.

On this night, the two of you were having a regular study session. Nothing special - just sitting on her bed going over some homework. More so, enjoying each other's company in quiet while you worked individually.

"Do you have the notes that Mr. Hoffman wrote down today?" Allison asked you, looking up from her book. "I know he didn't want us to do all the problems, but I can't remember which numbers he wrote on the board."

"I took a picture of it." You told her, unlocking your phone and passing it to her. "Just flip through my camera roll, you'll find it. I gotta pee."

You slid off the bed and left her room for the bathroom, and she opened your camera roll looking for the picture of the blackboard that you had taken. She grinned when she saw that the first picture was of a random squirrel that you had seen outside during lunch. Very you.

Then - a picture of Stiles making an ugly face. Of course. He had stolen your phone during lunch. Then - Scott and Stiles. More Scott and Stiles. Then, pictures of your outfit that you had taken in the bathroom that morning at school. Then - wait, what?

A picture of you naked.

Allison's insides tensed.

It was a gorgeous picture of you, and though she felt a twinge of guilt over the fact that she knew she wasn't supposed to see it, she couldn't stop staring. You were laying on your bed, the morning sun pouring in through the curtains - it had probably been taken before school that morning. The picture showed everything from your collar bones to the tops of your thighs, your arm holding the camera high up to get a good angle of your amazing body.

Your breasts relaxed and your nipples peaked (it had to be from you teasing them up for the picture and not from the cold air, your room was always soft and cozy), your stomach so wonderfully soft, your pussy on display - showing off the dusting of pubic hair that you had their. Your knees pressed together, presenting your thighs in a soft, alluring position.

It made Allison's throat dry.

Before she could even think to keep looking for what she had actually needed, you came back into the room.

"Hey," You grinned at her as you moved to sit by her feet at the end of the bed. "You find it."

One thing that Allison knew by now - lying was useless and something she absolutely hated. You were one person in her life that she upheld honesty with as her greatest treasure.

"No." She said, taking a moment to re-moisten her mouth with saliva before she continued. "But - I found this."

She turned the phone screen toward you and your jaw dropped slightly before snapping shut again with a harsh sound.

"Oh." You breathed out. "That." You paused for a moment. "I - uh. Sorry you had to see that."

You took back your phone from her and locked it, staring at the floor with shame.

"I'm not." Allison said quickly. "You - you look beautiful."

It would be a few days before you fully unpacked what she had meant by this. Even Allison herself still hadn't fully acknowledged that she felt anything more than friendship for you.

You nodded. "Thank you." You took another moment. "I - just - I'm sorry it's awkward."

Allison nodded. She wasn't sure why she didn't feel as awkward as you did.

"Well - who was it for?" She couldn't help but to wonder.

She could only assume that you had taken the picture with the intention to send it to someone.

"Um, well... it was for Jackson." You told her.

The two of you had been texting a lot more frequently since he had broken up with Lydia.

Allison frowned.

"You are way too good for him." She insisted.

And that was the comment that stuck in your mind - that truly got you thinking about what your relationship with Allison meant.

#sundrop answers #sundrop writes #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf #teen wolf x y/n #teen wolf x reader #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi smut #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #allison argent #allison argent x reader #allison argent smut

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 6 months ago

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Any rec for sterek fic in which Derek and Stiles knew each other before the fire?

Hi @dyke-yoonji! I sure do.

Shopping Cart Memories by osointricate

(1/1 I 807 I General)

For Autumn, who needed "more stiles had a cute kiddy crush on derek way back when” fic."

Shades Pulled Shut by OverMyFreckledBody

(1/1 I 1,530 I General)

Derek was there when Stiles' mom died.

Now it's Stiles' turn to be there for Derek.

Tiny Spark, Mighty Flame by eevylynn

(3/? I 4,833 I Teen)

Among born werewolves, it was common knowledge that the prime age for a human to endure the bite of an Alpha and survive was typically during their teenage or young adult years. In fact, the youngest recorded case of a bite resulting in a transformation and not death was previously eleven years old, so imagine the Hale pack’s astonishment when they learned of a small seven year old who was bitten and miraculously survived, challenging the known boundaries of possibility.

one, two, breathe by nemonight

(1/1 I 10,880 I Not Rated)

Empaths are cursed with great power and most don’t know it. Stiles never had anyone to tell him that he was an empath but he knew what he could feel was not all human. Stiles always thought that he couldn’t be the only one who was special. Turns out he was right.

Believing in Yesterday by Antistalgic

(6/? I 12,632 I Teen)

Derek was driving through the city when he suddenly hears a cry that made his wolf howl with pain. He barely manages to park before running to the source and finding little Stiles sitting on the pavement with a bloody scrape on his knee and tears in his eyes.

All But The Brightest Stars by useyrwordsderek

(6/? I 24,658 I Explicit)

Derek Hale met Stiles Stilinski when Stiles was six years old and Derek was sixteen, when Derek’s mother babysat Stiles after Stiles’ mom died. They didn't see each other again until Scott McCall was turned, ten years later.

In which Derek and Stiles both have to become a little less broken before they can help each other and themselves.

Burning House by witchgrassi

(1/1 I 46,113 I Not Rated)

For as long as he can remember, Stiles Stilinski has dreamt of the house in the woods.

Cruel Summer by PotatoJam64

(100/100 I 193,322 I Mature)

Scott gets bitten by what he claims was a wolf, but there are no wolves in California okay?

But there are Werewolves.

Derek Plays Lacrosse, Stiles has a massive crush on the man, and Scott's is the hot girl... (They're all 16 years old and in high school)

Burn with hellfire in the blue light of midnight by babisays

(20/20 I 203,189 I Teen)

Stiles met the Hale siblings when he was eleven years old. Now it has been six years since he lost his best friend Cora in the fire, and Derek and Laura left Beacon Hills.

Six years was a long time, so he didn't think he would ever see them again, but now he was wondering what the hell was Derek Hale doing back in Beacon Hills.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #growing up together

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ateotd-izzy · 10 months ago

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right where you left me - stiles stilinski x fem!reader

“did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen?”

summary: you weren’t entirely sure you were ready to go on a date, considering your last was when your then boyfriend broke up with you. so imagine the surprise when you see him at the restaurant too.

“time went on for everybody else, she won’t know it”

notes: i feel like i write too many cute and happy fics on here so here’s a change of pace, sadness and angst.

“she’s still 23 inside her fantasy, how it was supposed to be”

☾

you brushed the front of your dress as you exited your car. you could see the restaurant’s front door from the parking lot as you took deep breaths.

agreeing to meet up with a man you barely knew for a fancy dinner date was not something you had exactly expected when you moved to a new city, but it was happening.

a fresh start had been what you needed after everything that happened, but you still weren’t sure if a date with a work colleague was exactly the best idea.

you stepped into the restaurant, the building much warmer than the cold breeze that blew outdoors, and carefully fiddled with a few stray hairs until you were soon being escorted to the table where your date was sitting.

seeing you approach, he slowly stood up with a smile to greet you.

“hi,” you gave a small wave as a waiter pulled your chair out for you. you turned your head to look back at the waiter. “oh, thank you.”

you took your seat and your date, a young man named isaac, just wouldn’t stop smiling.

“what?” you asked, puzzled slightly as you scrunched your eyebrows.

“nothing. i’m just glad you’re here,” he looked down at the menu on the table in front of him, picking it up. “do you want to order?”

your eyes drifted around the restaurant as you answered. “yeah, sounds good.”

then your breath caught in your throat at the sight of a familiar face sitting at a table not too far away.

“stiles, this place is fancy,” you chuckled as the two of you were seated. “this is not our usual kind of restaurant.”

stiles didn’t say anything. he just adjusted his tie and put on a smile.

you and stiles had been together for five years, having began dating back when you were 18. and you were positive the two of you were meant to be.

you looked down at the menu, where some of the meals you could order were things you had never even heard of.

you then looked back up at your boyfriend, who hadn’t taken his eyes off of the empty wine glasses sitting on the table before you.

“you’re unusually quiet,” you spoke and he seemed to snap back to reality, meeting your eyes. “you okay?”

“yeah, i’m okay,” stiles then picked up his menu and started looking at the drinks.

soon the two of you had glasses of red wine in front of you and were waiting for your food to arrive.

stiles was still acting a little strange, giving mostly short, curt answers to your questions and seemingly zoning out every so often.

“so, what’s with the fancy restaurant, stilinski?” you asked curiously, a part of you hoping that he was going to propose to you that night.

stiles shrugged a little. “i just thought a change of pace would be nice.”

you reached out and put your hand on top of his. “well i think it’s great. we should do this more often.”

“uh, yeah,” stiles cleared his throat. “um… about that-”

before he could start talking, a waiter appeared beside your table.

“your meals.” two plates were placed down before you.

“so, what are you thinking about getting?” isaac asked you and you turned to look at him again, tearing your eyes away from the man just a few feet away.

“i’m not too sure,” you forced out a small, breathy laugh. “there’s a lot to chose from.”

“i’m thinking maybe steak,” isaac told you, still looking down at his menu, and your eyes flickered over to that other table again. “you can never go wrong with steak.”

“some of these pastas sound good,” you forced yourself to talk to isaac and not be distracted by him.

“oh, i love pasta,” isaac lowered his menu to look at you. “i can make great spaghetti and meatballs.”

you smiled and looked back to your menu when a waitress approached your table.

“hi,” she smiled brightly. “are the two of you ready to order anything? otherwise i can come back around.”

“oh, drinks would be great.” isaac nodded and turned his head to you. “uh, you good with red w-”

“i’ll just have water.” you cut in, before slinking back into your chair a little. “sorry. i don’t really drink wine.”

“oh, well, we have other drink options if you’d like,” the waitress spoke but you shook your head.

“no, thank you. water’s fine.”

“okay,” the waitress smiled after taking both your drink and food orders. “i’ll be back with your drinks in just a moment.”

“thank you,” isaac then looked back to you as the waitress headed in the direction of the kitchen. “oh, hey, did you hear about what happened with james yesterday?”

james was another coworker who isaac was friends with. you kept more to yourself and only really spoke with your best friend, kira.

“no, what happened?” you asked and isaac began to tell a story of some event the day before.

but you could keep your eyes on the man sitting in front of you, and instead kept looking at the man laughing with a red-haired woman just a few tables away.

looking so happy.

as you began to eat, stiles pushed his steak around with his fork.

“are you sure you’re okay, babe?” you asked as you finished your food and wiped your mouth. “you’ve barely said anything all night.”

stiles didn’t reply, or even meet your eyes. you had started to worry something was wrong.

“um, not quite,” stiles lowered his fork, sitting it next to his plate of mostly untouched food. “it’s just…”

you crossed one leg over the other as you brought your glass of wine to your lips. the dim lights reflected off of stiles’ still full glass of wine as he struggled to find the right words.

“stiles?” you spoke and he lifted his eyes to meet yours again.

“i don’t think…” stiles took a deep breath. “y/n, i think we need to break up.”

the entire moment seemed to stop as your wine glass slipped from your hand and dropped onto the table.

the glass shattered and red stained the white cloth on the table. the sudden loud noise drew a silence from the room, a number of heads turning to look.

but you paid no notice, your eyes trained on stiles, who was now struggling to keep eye contact with you.

“what?” you had to choke the word out and the silence that followed was almost deafening.

“we need to break up.” he repeated quietly and that’s when the tears began to brim in your eyes.

you didn’t get it. it had been five years. you loved him more than anything and everything had been seeming fine. what the hell changed?

“so, isaac, we barely know each other outside of work,” you started creating small talk after your food arrived. “what kind of stuff do you do for fun?”

“well, i like reading,” he told you. “books mostly, but i used to love reading, like, superhero comics when i was a kid, and i still do.”

“oh, i love comics too!” you smiled, but it quickly dropped when you heard his laugh from that table.

your head turned and you looked over again.

“something wrong?” isaac asked and you shook your head.

“no, no, don’t worry,” you waved it off and sipped your water. “so you like comics? what about movies?”

you did your best to keep the conversation going, and while some topics actually lasted a while, most conversations fizzled out after a short time.

it was like the two of you couldn’t really connect.

then you glanced back at stiles at his table.

what a coincidence that he would be here of all places. especially after you moved.

then you turned your focus to the woman with him. red-hair and a bright smile.

you could only really see the back of her head, just glimpses of her face when she would turn.

but as she pushed some of her hair back, it felt like a part of you died when something caught your eye.

your heart sunk in your chest at the sight of the shiny engagement ring on her finger.

it had only been two years since you and stiles broke up. two years. and yet she was the one with the ring.

you were with stiles for five whole years and as much as you wanted one, there was never a proposal.

“y/n, are you sure nothing’s bothering you?” isaac asked and that was the moment stiles noticed you.

he had been laughing at something his fiancé had said when his smile slowly dropped and his eyes connected with yours.

that solemn look on his face was enough to transport you back to that restaurant. but a part of you was always there.

“why?” your voice asked softly as the tears threatened to spill.

the wine had began to drip down from the table and onto the carpeted floor beside you.

stiles didn’t say a word, which just started to make you angry.

“stiles, why?” your voice was wavering and stiles squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. he held his hands together in front of his mouth before sighing.

“i met this girl,” he started and you could physically feel your heart break in your chest, snapping into two.

“a different girl,” that’s when you started to cry, but you did your best to keep your voice as steady as possible. “did you cheat on me?”

“no! no, i would never,” stiles’ eyes went wide before his face sank. “i just… whenever i talk to her, ever since we first met, i get this feeling. and it…”

his voice trailed off.

“go on,” you sniffled, feeling the mascara run down your face.

“it was something i hadn’t felt with you in a while.”

you stared at him. you just sat and stared.

“and it’s not that i don’t… look, i love you, y/n,” stiles reached out to grab your hand, and you were too frozen to move. “but i don’t think i’m in love with you anymore.”

those words sent your entire world crashing down. all those plans and dreams you had felt like they were just fading away, the product of your heart being destroyed by the only person you had ever trusted with it.

after almost a minute of dead silence between not only the two of you, but majority of the restaurant, you managed to find your voice again.

“what’s her name?” you asked shakily. you didn’t want to know how they met, or when. you didn’t want to know how long it had been with him thinking about doing this. you just wanted a name.

“uh, her name’s lydia,” stiles mumbled and you forced a smile, your lips trembling.

“pretty name,” you nodded and looked down at the wine-stained tablecloth.

not a word was shared between the two of you until stiles inhaled deeply, slowly standing up.

then he went up to one of the waiters, paid the bill, and left you in the restaurant. alone.

eventually the restaurant fell back into its original chatter, though there were some whispers of “what a sad sight.”

your hands found their way to your face, your elbows sitting on the table as you cried.

you sat at that table until the restaurant closed.

after dessert and then paying, you and isaac started leaving the restaurant.

“i had a nice time tonight,” you told him, holding your bag close to your body. “no matter how distracted i seemed.”

the two of you had stopped on the footpath outside the door, so it wasn’t hard to notice stiles and his fiancé as they left the restaurant too.

you froze again, staring at stiles and his unreadable expression on his face.

“um,” isaac looked from your face, then followed your gaze to see stiles. “i’ll call you tomorrow. goodnight, y/n.”

“bye, isaac.”

as isaac walked away you looked down at your shoes as stiles’ fiancé kissed him.

“hey, lyd, why don’t you go to the car,” he handed her the keys. “i’ll catch up in a minute.”

“no problem,” she smiled, kissing his cheek before walking away, her high heels clicking as she went.

there was a silence as you looked up to watch her.

“hey,” stiles spoke to you, taking a few steps so he was standing beside you. it had been so long since he was this close.

“hi,” you mumbled before sighing. “so that’s lydia.”

“yeah,” stiles nodded. “that’s her.”

“she’s pretty,” you said softly. “really pretty.”

“yeah, she is,” a faint smile ghosted on stiles’ lips and you looked down.

“are you in love with her?” you asked and there was a quiet moment on stiles’ end.

“yeah, i am,” he answered and it was like you were in that restaurant all over again, sitting beneath the dim lights and feeling your heart breaking in your chest.

all those emotions had come back a second time and realizing he would never be able to love you like that made you want to cry.

“congratulations, by the way,” you told him. “when’s the wedding?”

“a few months,” he replied, his hands slipping into the pockets of his pants.

there was a silence between the two of you for a moment.

“i’m sorry, y/n,” stiles spoke and you shrugged.

you were still in that restaurant, the moment constantly played over in your head. the exact moment he told you that after five years, he didn’t want to be with you anymore.

he wasn’t in love with you anymore.

a part of you wished he would take everything back. decide he didn’t actually want to be with lydia. that he would come back to you, and you would gladly fall in love with him all over again, because you never really fell out of love.

then, once again, stiles left you alone at a restaurant.

you watched as he walked down to the parking lot and climbed into the driver’s seat of a car, kissing lydia after he closed the door.

of course in your mind, that was you he was kissing. the two of you were still happily together, the way things were supposed to be.

in your fantasy, stiles had proposed to you that night at the restaurant and the two of you got married, and there was only happiness and love between the two of you.

but as you watched the car pull out of the parking lot, reality hit you in the face again and you were ripped from your delusions as the car disappeared around the corner.

so you took a deep breath and forced one foot in front of the other, finally walking to your car.

a/n: just wrote this whole thing in one sitting in 3 hours (it’s currently 3:38 am)

tags: @brvceyamada

#stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #dylan o’brien #dylan o’brien x reader #taylor swift #isaac lahey #evermore #stiles stilinski oneshot #angst #rwylm #right where you left me #teen wolf fanfiction #stiles stilinski fanfiction

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rubylize · 2 years ago

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Silent Footsteps

Summary: you’re trying your best to be quiet while Stiles is taking a nap.

Pairing: Stiles x reader

Word Count: 598

Warnings: none

I was on my way to Stiles’ house since we agreed we’d study. I walked there since we live really close to each other, while walking there I smiled at the thought that Stiles drives to my house. He’s so lazy, but so adorable. The wind felt nice against my face, the sun was out and I could feel the sunlight hit me.

I could see Stiles’ jeep coming into view and I got closer and closer to his house. I made it up to his porch and pulled out the key from my pocket.

Stiles and I have been friends for years now, since we were kids. I was there when his mom passed away and eventually he gave me a key. He told me that if I ever need anything I could just come in and it's convenient since we’ve been together for a year.

I walked into his house and made my way upstairs. The house seemed quiet and I knew Stiles was home hence the jeep out in the driveway. I made it to his bedroom door and pushed it open to see him on his bed napping. “Shit,” I whispered. I stepped into his room a little more and tried making slight sounds, I then closed the door. I carefully walked to his desk and quietly set my things down, when I sat the chair squeaked making me cringe. I took a peek at Stiles, to see that he was still sleeping soundly I let out a breath of relief.

I continued to look at him, seeing that he slept so comfortably. He was so cute, I could see that the sun hit his face. I got up and reached his curtain, my knee was slightly on the bed, I tried putting minimal pressure. While adjusting the curtain I felt something on my knee, I looked down and saw that one of his arms was hugging my leg. As I looked down I could see a slightly tired Stiles looking up at me. “I’m sorry babe..”

“For what?” He asked, while he adjusted his grip on my knee. “For waking you..” I could hear him slightly chuckle. “I’ve been awake..”

“What do you mean?” My voice came out stern. “Um never mind,” my eyes narrowed at him. “Okay.. I’ve been awake since you got here.”

“Wha- Stiles! We need to study.” I told him. “I thought you were napping!”

“I know. You were so cute trying to be quiet.” I rolled my eyes and I wanted to try walking away but he was still holding onto my knee. His arms seemed to grab my waist, pulling me towards him, I squirmed trying to get out but it was no use. I was now on top of him. “You’re so cute.” He knew he could make me flustered. I hate you. “You don’t hate me.” Did I say that out loud?

I could feel his hands on the back of my head, trying to pull me in. “You love me.” Fuck and I do. “You know you do,” he teased. “Nah.” He pulled me into a kiss, which I melted in. I knew his words would be “Doesn’t seem like it.” Since we’ve been down this road before. Stiles fucking Stilinski was honestly the death of me. His lips felt so good on mine that I wanted to stay here forever. Once we parted, “Doesn’t seem like it.” Fucking told you so, but I do love him and he knew that. “I love you Y/n,” he told me while giving me another kiss.

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Author spotlight of the week: @aurevell! They have heaps of fics to choose from!

Under 10k:

Returning the Favor | T | 5k tags: established relationship, same age Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski, fluff, Stiles doesn't know about werewolves Summary: Stiles pays a nighttime visit to his boyfriend in secret, or so he thinks. Unfortunately, the Hale family has keener ears than he realizes.

When Derek peers down into the dark, he finds the worst thing imaginable: his boyfriend, scaling the side of the house like some deranged cat burglar. "What are you doing here?" Derek hisses.

Burial Rituals | G | 4k tags: necromancer Stiles, cursed Derek, meet-cute Summary: The necromancer freezes halfway over the fence, stuttering to a halt the second Derek flashes his red eyes. It’s an awkward pose to hold: leg hiked up over the waist-high bars, hands gripping the rail for balance. The fence’s wrought-iron spears dig into his calf a bit as he settles, clearly caught off guard.

“Uh,” he says lamely, his face pale in the scant moonlight. “Shit.”

Derek guards an abandoned cemetery. Stiles is the necromancer trying to break in.

Sugar in my Coffee | G | 3k tags: no werewolves, established relationship, domestic fluff Summary: Derek’s not a morning person. Stiles would live on sugar if he could.

Lessons in Catiquette | T | 3k tags: creature Stiles, slice of life, pack bonding Summary: The pack’s resident werecat is kind of a mystery to Derek. Luckily, Stiles offers one-on-one tutoring.

It May Simply Lie in Wait | G | 5k tags: getting together, declarations of love, magical Stiles Summary: “This place is haunted as hell,” one boy says under his breath.

The house remembers itself, letting out a subtle upstairs creak to let them know what they’re in for. They enter anyway, inspecting its shamefully crumbled furnishings, running fingers over its tattered walls, crouching to peer at the ceiling tiles fallen on its floor, and the house—

The house does not chase them away.

Years after the fire, Derek and Stiles return to the Hale House. It isn’t sure how it feels about this.

Stories Over 10k:

The Only Thing Left | T | 13k tags: angst, no werewolves, creature Derek Summary: “You don’t need air,” Stiles echoes. “You swim. That doesn’t tell me much. What are you?”

Derek stares. He slowly lifts his shoulders and drops them back into the water.

Or, Stiles meets a stranger at the spring outside of town.

Where we Both Could Live | M | 16k tags: shy Derek, meet cute, friends to lovers Summary: Derek’s having a hard time falling asleep in his noisy new apartment.

His next-door neighbor, who always seems to be talking or singing, is surprisingly helpful with that problem.

The Third Sacrifice | T | 21k tags: magical Stiles, dark fairy tale elements, human sacrifice Summary: Stiles can see the writing on the wall. Everyone knows the Stilinskis are cursed, or magic, or both. He knows he’ll be picked as the third sacrifice—the one that dies for the sake of the harvest. But he doesn’t intend to let some ancient god rip his heart out, not if magic can help it.

If only Derek, his estranged best friend, would stop hounding him about his plans to escape.

A Badge for Everything | T | 11k tags: good alpha Derek, BAMF Stiles, boy scout Stiles, getting together Summary: Stiles Stilinski is the only loser left in a pack full of wolves who’d do anything to leave their loser days behind.

(Everything’s the same, but Stiles is a boy scout. That’s it. That’s the story.)

The Beginner's Guide to Everyday Magic | T | 29k | 8 chapters tags: magical Stiles, Stiles is pushed out of the pack, fluff, angst, Studio Ghibli vibes Summary: When the latest threat sweeps into Beacon Hills, Derek decides that the very-much-human Stiles needs to be severed from the pack for his own safety. But when the ritual goes unexpectedly wrong, Stiles finds himself alone—and unable to reach out for help when he needs it most.

Cue a retreat to his mom’s old house, where he finds that magic is more real than he ever could have imagined.

Go check out aurevell's AO3 page, and don't forget to mind the tags, leave a kudos and maybe even a comment!

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obriengf · 8 months ago

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24 Crayons || Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: A boy met a girl in the midst of innocence, and formed a friendship that would last the ages. Words: 1.1k Warnings: omg just cuteness to the max Notes: written in third person, remaining chapters set in first person!

part one of TWENTY FOUR - a stiles stilinski series (masterlist)

Innocence was the simplicity of a sunny day; the way the light warmed skin and caught reflections in a twinkling gleam. It was the gentle hum of a small Californian town, filled with buzzing townsfolk in suburban settings and singing birds that found sanctuary in the surrounding wilderness. It was the floral scent of garden-lined sidewalks that was encapsulated within a plethora of beautiful flowers. But most of all, on this very particular day, innocence was the budding friendship between two children on their first day of kindergarten. Brown, doe-like eyes, peered upward as lips jutted out in a pout. They belonged to a young boy as nerves overtook his small body, worried about being alone and away from his parents. His hands were small as they gripped onto the pant legs of his father before cementing his little feet to the pavement below. He was refusing to move; head shaking, frown quivering, cheek rubbing against khaki-coloured material. "Stiles, honey..." A tender voice cooed, a woman with dark brown hair and the sweetest of smiles now moving to crouch to his level. She was among the shining light of the sun, ethereal glows highlighting her frame before a hand with a loving touch cupped the young boy's face. "You'll have the best time, I promise. Once you make some friends, you will love it here." "B-but you and dad are my friends!"

The woman's gaze saddened as they flickered up toward her husband, a mutual conversation of silent expressions and empathy. With a tender pat to her shoulder, the woman stood, instead replaced by a man with kind eyes and a gold badge that glimmered in the light. Stiles' focus moved to the word 'Deputy' as his small finger dragged over the engraving on the golden metal, his sobs quietening only in the slightest.

"Do you want to see the special big boy present we got for your first day, bud?" The man spoke with a gentle tone before being met with a sniffle and hesitant head nod from his son. He was careful as he dug through the spiderman backpack in front of him, his facial features contorting with funny expressions to make Stiles laugh. The sound of happiness made the man sigh with contentment as he pulled out a yellow box - colours, one of every rainbow shade, were lined up perfectly and ready for a creative imagination.

"Crayons!" Any prior sense of despair had dissipated as the boy's eyes grew, childlike wonder and jovial sounds now becoming his persona in the way his parents had always known him. The box was grasped with delicate fingers before small arms were thrown behind the father's neck, holding him in a loving embrace.

The man smiled. All surroundings slowly faded as this family of three stood within their bubble of perfection - of love, and purity. Everything was right in the world, and nothing could stand in their way.

Stiles stood off to the side; his senses were on alert, nervousness working through his small frame as he overlooked the large classroom and the many bodies that took up its space. He was too shy to speak to anyone, and he felt as if the room began to close in on him the longer he isolated himself. He dreamed of being back in the arms of his father, to be looking up at his mother's graceful smile that made all the scary moments go away. Everybody seemed to have someone and Stiles had never felt so alone.

It wasn't until he looked across to the far side of the room - past the children playing with their toys, and his new teacher talking to other adults that he didn't know - that he spotted another that seemed as lonely as he did. She had her back turned to him, but he could tell that she was sad by the way her pencil moved slowly over the page in front of her.

Little feet padded with caution as Stiles made his way toward her, the box his father gave him clutched tightly to his chest as a reminder that he was a big boy now and that alone was enough to give him some courage.

He cleared his throat, voice quiet as he peered over her shoulder, "Can I sit with you?"

Her head shot up with surprise to hear another voice, body turning quickly to see a young boy with the biggest brown eyes she'd ever seen. She nodded eagerly, pushing the chair beside her out for him to drop beside her. Stiles felt relief, his smile wide with anticipation as he stuck his hand out - something his father taught him when saying hello to new people. The girl looked at him funny before she smiled too, her hand sliding against his easily.

"Hi, my name is Mieczyslaw!" He spoke quickly, the sound of his name amusing as it came from his young squeaky voice. It didn't make it any easier to understand with the tooth missing from his bottom row, either.

Her head tilted, lashes fluttering as she thought of what he said. The girl hummed, "Mich.. ca.. slor?"

Stiles laughed loudly, his grin growing wider, if even possible. The boy nodded, "Kinda, but it's okay, it's hard to say sometimes."

The girl giggled along with him, her body turning further in her seat until she was facing him front on. "That's a funny name!"

"It's my grampa's name.." He started, shuffling closer to the girl, "But you can call me Stiles! Erry'one calls me that."

"Okay, Stiles. That's a funny name too!" She followed his earlier sentiment as her small hand was thrown toward him, ready for another shake, "I'm Y/n."

He took it gladly, "I like that name, it's pretty. Y/n."

A red hue dusted her cheeks, a mix of excitement and happiness as she found someone to talk to. And he was someone that made her laugh, which she liked most of all.

Stiles wasn't afraid as he put his box of crayons on the table between them, a sense of pride filling him as he saw her eyes widen in amazement. He patted the top, "My dad and mom gave me these."

"Wow! And you got the big box too, with all the good colors!"

Stiles' smile never faltered, and he knew that he liked you straight away. You were going to be a good friend. "Yeah! I haven't opened 'em yet. Did you wanna color with me?!"

That was the beginning of an unbreakable friendship, the first chapter in the lives of you and Stiles Stilinski.

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