#stiles stilinski fanfics

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𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡.

PAIRING: stiles stilinski x fem!reader WARNINGS: none GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: teenage dream by katy perry WORD COUNT: 1.2k

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it wasn't out of the blue for you and stiles to have a sleepover on fridays, actually it was a sort of unspoken rule between the two of you.

it first started when you said that you had never watched star wars before, which led to the both of you sitting on your couch with a big bowl of popcorn in between.

him explaining the little parts you'd get confused about or him just ranting about his favourite scenes. after that it was a back and forth of showing each other your favourite unseen movies.

when finishing said movie the following days you'd receive multiple memes from him about the specific films, it had become a recurring pattern that you'd come to love. it almost felt weird if he didn't.

tonight it was your turn to introduce him to the to all the boys i loved before trilogy since you'd been obsessed with the movies since they first came out.

he was on the fence about watching them since he wasn't a huge fan of romcoms, you somehow convinced him by saying "it's practice for watching them with your future girlfriend!" internally wincing at that.

every friday you felt more anxious before stiles showed, trying to fluff up your pillows and straighten out your blankets. wanting to make everything perfect.

you had a huge crush on stiles, how could you not after spending so much time together, learning all of his little quirks, his likes and his dislikes, the only thing you weren't sure about was the way he felt about you.

it was the one thing you wanted to know the most about him. did he think about you the same ways you thought about him? did he like the way cuddled when you'd watch these movies and shows with him?

you couldn't tell him though, what if he didn't feel the same way you did and it completely ruins the good friendship you have right now?

what would it take for you to finally tell him?

ding dong!

the doorbell ringing a couple times had you jogging down the stairs, opening the door with a warm smile to see hyper stiles.

"i'm so ready to get my movie night on! i had a math test today and let me tell you it sucked," he whines as he dramatically wraps his arms around your waist as he fake cries into your shoulder.

"well if it helps i have enough microwaveable popcorn to keep us going through the apocalypse soo you coming upstairs or what?"

with that said he zips past you up your stairs, falling up them in the process, making you giggle at his eagerness as you follow close behind him.

watching stiles practically swan dive onto your bed and aggressively sniff your pillow has you side eyeing him, "why is your bed so much comfier and smells so much nicer than mine? it's so not fair."

"it's a little thing called fabric softener and if you continuously jump into your bed the way you do mine, then i guess you've got your answer you dufus," you laugh at him burrowing himself deep under your duvet.

"plus i've slept in your bed it's plenty comfy, the key is lots of pillows and fluffy blankets." he hums as you settle yourself beside him before pressing play on the movie.

it was like ten minutes into the film when you could feel him slightly shuffle closer to you, keeping your eyes on the screen pretending it didn't happen. just patiently waiting until he felt comfortable enough to say something.

"can...can we cuddle?" you wordlessly lifted your arm, letting him slip himself under, his head on your chest, the rest of his body lightly pressed to your side.

it was like second nature to you two, whether either one of you had a bad week you'd take turns holding each other. you helped install healthy mannerisms that proved that it was okay for a man to be held because they deserve it too and that it was okay for guys to cry no matter who they're with.

so yes , when he had a rough day he'd often walk up to you and bury his face into your neck, his arms firmly wrapped around you as you cupped the back of his head and rubbed soft circles on his back just letting him know that you were there for him.

with everything he had gone through he deserved all the comfort he could get and if the source was you then so be it.

you would be lying if you said that your heart didn't speed up at the closeness and how his touch on your skin left goosebumps.

trying to be as casual as possible, you raise the hand that was currently wrapped around his shoulders to gently stroke his hair, feeling him physically melt into you calmed your nerves.

feeling your eyelids slowly droop, your hand movements become slower so your palm now laid on the back of his neck, fighting sleep felt so difficult when he was beside you. his presence was so peaceful, comforting even without him saying anything.

the early start of your day hitting even harder now. He won't mind if you rested your eyes for a little bit, right?

stiles noticed the similarities between the two characters to the both of you, but there's no way that you deliberately put this on as a sign? was he reading too deep into it?

when he went to question you about it, lifting his head he was met with you sleeping peacefully. his gaze softened at the sight, gently tucking the piece of hair that fell in front of your face.

"you are so goddamn beautiful and don't even know it, even when you sleep? like can you save some beauty for the rest of us?" he chuckles at his own joke.

"i don't know how long i can keep pretending that i'm not totally in love with you...there really isn't anything that i wouldn't do for you." he whispers and he studies your features.

"it's honestly crazy how i feel your absence in everything that i do when i'm alone, in every place i go without you." he sighs, going to go back to watching the tv.

"you really mean all of that?" you whisper, making him jump back.

"uh- i-i do, but i thought you were asleep?"

"no i was just resting my eyes, but i'm sorta glad that you thought i was for you to finally confess your feelings for me." you smirk at him.

his mouth opens and closes, utterly bewildered at what you just said, "what do you mean finally?"

"You realise that i like you too, right? that i have for the longest time?" stiles eyes now wide, looking even more lost than before.

"you like me? like like me like me?"

sitting up, grasping the back of his neck, "what are you..." pulling him closer, your lips brushing against his. it takes him a second to register the kiss before melting into it. leaning closer to deepen the kiss. his hands brushing over your hips as he laid you down, now hovering over you. your hand running through his hair, tugging at the roots.

you're both now smiling as you share a few more pecks before pulling away. "so you do like me!" he grins, "oh my god. dude yes!"

"ya know if you're gonna be my girlfriend, you're gonna have to calling me dude."

"would you prefer shnookums?"

"that's it!" he pulled away just enough to tickle you.

from that night forth you and stiles had become inseparable, practically connected at the hip. but you wouldn't want it any other way.

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© ruewrote 2024.

[mxltifxnd0m]

ugh this was so good! stiles being cute and soft is my fav versions of him ���🫶

NIGHTMARES Stiles Stilinski x Fem!reader

Context: Readers dad is best friends with Beacon Hills sheriff, aka, Stiles's dad, so when he needs to leave home for a work trip, he leaves reader to stay at Stiles's house. Enemies to lovers kinda, Stiles comforts reader after she gets a nightmare

Warnings: none, fluff, and like the tiniest bit of cursing

Wordcount: 1.7k

Your eyes fluttered open as you sat up quickly in your bed, a sharp gasp escaping your mouth as you did so. Your body felt hot and damp, sweat sticking your shirt to your back as you took several deep breaths in an attempt to slow your quickened heart rate.

Your hands trembled as one shot up to your temple, the other clenching the collar of your baggy shirt so tightly your knuckles turned white.

You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment as you let out a long and shaky exhale. Slowly, your grip on your shirt loosened as your mind began to rationalize with you. It was just another nightmare.

And clearly, a bad one at that, judging by your puffy lips and the tears that stained your cheeks.

Once you pushed back all of your covers, you moved your pillow and sat against the headboard of your bed. You brought your knees up to your chest and placed your head in your hands as you tried to calm yourself down.

Your nightmares had been getting worse and worse as of late, and regardless of them having become an almost nightly occurrence for you, they never got any easier to deal with.

You'd been getting nightmares ever since you were little and regardless of how many doctors your dad had taken you to, none have been able to find a cure for your issue.

Due to your condition, your dad made sure that he was always home at night to comfort you whenever you woke up crying. Sure it was a promise he'd made to you when you were just a kid, but he'd always followed through on it. That is, until recently.

Your dad was out of town on a business trip for his new job. Though he tried his best to decline the offer because it meant leaving you home alone for a few nights, you reassured him you would be fine. But of course, that didn't exactly convince him enough.

That's why he insisted on having you stay at his best friend's house while he was away, just in case you needed anything.

Unfortunately, staying with his best friend meant staying with his son, who was none other than Stiles Stilinski.

For some reason, neither you nor Stiles ever got along. You don't know why things ended up that way, but they just did. You didn't like Stiles, he didn't like you. End of story.

Eventually, after sulking over your current situation, you lifted your head up to look at the guest room you had been staying in, the room was lit only barely by the moonlight that shined in through the window.

You began to rub your eyes as you sat up at the edge of your bed. There was no point now in trying to go back to sleep, you never could, right after waking up from a nightmare that is.

Slowly, you got up from the bed, placing both of your feet on the ice-cold floor, the temperature sending a shiver down your spine as you began walking out of your room and down the hallway.

Gradually, you made your way down the stairs and into the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cupboard, bringing it to the sink, and filling it up with water. You brought the cup to your lips and took one long sip before placing it down on the counter.

But before you could even finish swallowing the liquid, a sudden noise behind you almost made you choke.

"Can't sleep?" A raspy voice from behind you asks, the noise making the hair on the back of your neck stand up straight.

Your body immediately tenses as you spin around, only for you to see Stiles standing a couple feet away from you in the kitchen. Your body relaxes as you see him and you let out a deep exhale.

"Relax princess," He says with a tired chuckle as walks towards you. "It's just me."

"Stiles you just scared the shit out of me," You reply with a huff as you study his features. He looked exhausted, you could tell by the way dark purple bags hung under his eyes. "What are you doing here?" You ask, your voice much softer than it was moments before after seeing his slightly disheveled state.

"I thought I heard crying coming from your room, and then I heard you walk downstairs. Just wanted to make sure you were okay," He says, his tone genuine and etched with concern that sounded all too foreign to you.

"Oh," You say, slightly dumbfounded by his words, and confused as to why he'd even care enough to bring it up to you, let alone check up on you about it. "I'm sorry that I woke you up," You say slowly as you look down, not knowing what else to say or do.

"No, it's fine. I was already awake," He says with a sigh. "I haven't really been able to fall asleep tonight anyways," He continues reassuringly, his reply definitely explaining the reason for his appearance.

You feel a pang of sympathy course through your body as you tilt your head to look up at him, watching him rub his eyes. You'd never seen him like this, so tired and out of it to the point where it hurt you to see him in such a state.

"So why are you down here?" He asks, his words snapping you back into reality, your eyes meeting his once more.

"I can never really fall back asleep after I get nightmares, so I thought I might just come down here for a bit and grab some water," You explain as you turn around to face the counter, your back now facing him.

You never really enjoyed discussing your nightmares with anyone, the same way no one likes talking about a breakup right after it happens. It just feels like reopening a wound you're so desperately trying to heal.

Suddenly, you feel his arms snake around your waist from behind as he pulls your back closer to his chest. "I'm sorry to hear about your nightmares," He explains, his voice low and husky yet surprisingly comforting as he leans his head down to your ear.

"It's-" You start but a gasp escapes your mouth, cutting you off as you feel his cold hands go under your shirt and wrap around your stomach. "It's okay. I'm used to it by now," You explain, your voice much quieter than it was a moment prior.

He lets out a small hum in reply before burying his head into the crook of your neck. "You're so warm," He mumbles into your skin, sounding as if he's a second away from falling asleep on you.

Another shiver shoots its way up your spine as you feel goosebumps all along your arms. Thoughts raced through your head as he continued to hold onto you.

You so desperately wanted to pull away from him because you knew that you should, that was what you were supposed to do. You were supposed to hate him. Yet you just couldn't seem to find the strength to do so. You wanted to hate it but you couldn't because you loved it. You loved being held by him, having him close, it was the best form of comfort you'd ever received from anyone.

You couldn't help but lean into his touch despite how cold he was. You felt his breathing slow against your neck and you could tell by the way his grip slowly grew less firm that he was beginning to fall asleep.

"Stiles," You murmur quietly, finally pulling yourself out of the trance his touch had sent you into. "You need to go to sleep. You sound exhausted," You say softly as you turn to face him again, his arms now wrapped around your lower back.

"No, no I'm fine," He mutters, though his body betrays him as he lets out a yawn.

"No, you're not," You say as you place your hand on his shoulder and bring your other hand to cup his cheek. "Just let me take you to bed, okay? You need sleep."

Stiles lets out a sigh as you feel him melt into your touch. "Fine," He grumbles reluctantly.

You smile at him softly, lightly tracing your thumb over his cheek before Stiles unwraps his arms from you and steps back, allowing you to push your back off the counter.

You take his hand in yours, your fingers intertwining with his as you lead him out of the kitchen and up the stairs, eventually making your way to his bedroom. You can't help but notice the numerous papers and books scattered across his room, making only parts of his floor visible.

Avoiding all the clutter that stands in your way, you carefully make your way to his bed. You pull the covers away and as you do so, Stiles climbs into bed.

After tucking him back in, you take a seat on the edge of his bed, both of your legs hanging off the side as you turn your head to look at him.

"Do you need anything before I leave?"

Lazily, Stiles turns his head to look at you. "You," He mumbles out slowly, placing his arm on your forearm. "Can- can you stay with me?" He asks quietly as he looks up at you with eyes that make your heart melt.

Slightly shocked by his offer yet slightly compelled to say yes because of how tired you've grown yourself, you nod your head.

Slowly, you get into bed next to him and get yourself under the covers, your back facing Stiles. Before you can even turn onto your back or roll to your side, he wraps his arms around your waist for the second time tonight.

He holds you close enough to him so that your back is flush against his chest and so that his head is resting on the crook of your neck.

Before tonight, he'd never held onto you like this before, but something about his touch seemed so familiar, so normal. It didn't feel odd to have him wrap his arms around you, to bury his head into your neck, or to let him hold you as he fell asleep. It felt good, more than good actually. It felt right.

Eventually, your eyelids grew heavy and your body began to relax against his. As his breathing slows, yours does as well, and soon enough, you find yourself falling into a blissful night's sleep, one without nightmares.

alright guys i actually did it! i uploaded! can yall believe it bc I cant 😭

I have been procrastinating and been in such a slump in literally everything. Like I haven't even been able to pick up my book and its been making me so mad. But I'm so happy that I finished this, even though it isn't the best thing ever, I'm relatively proud of it and I hope you guys like it!!

[reidiot]

don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude

[bethsvrse]

me, a writer, at 3am: WHAT? I CANT FIND THE SPECIFIC FANFIC THAT I MADE UP IN MY MIND WITH A WHOLE PLOT AND ORIGINAL CHARACTERS??? WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE??? DO THEY EXPECT ME TO WRITE THE STORY I THOUGHT UP OF???

[lilaccmilk]

Alright so think about…….men who look very innocent at first, wide doe eyes FULL of admiration. They look so happy and are goofy. Literal sunshines and fluff clouds. Always making sure you’re comfortable, being the best boyfriends. Looking out for you, following the sidewalk rule and all that. They kiss you so eagerly (you’re their first kiss.)

But then in the privacy of your closed doors, they turn into rough doms. Filling you up to the brim, constantly hitting that one spot inside you. Your gummy walls snug around them, trying to just—

“Breathe, love come on.” They’re still so tender with their words. Kissing your forehead, while thrusting you into a pace that is making you see stars. Then as if all that wasn’t enough, the press down on your stomach, making you feel them even more deeply.

“You feel me right here yeah, pretty girl? Tell me –hah– how you feel f’me? C’mon pretty speak.” They ask with a smirk. And just as you’re even trying to answer, they increase their pace. Not even allowing you to speak, as if you forming coherent thought after all this is a personal insult to them. Even after you reach your climax, they’re still going on. “One more f’me please? You can do that right?” They ask breathlessly as you nod, overstimulating both you and themselves.

But after you’re done, they’re the kings of aftercare, kissing your forehead, running a bath, spooning you as you both sleep.

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You picked a dance with the devil, and you lucked out- Swim // Chase Atlantic

Yuta Okkotsu, Choso Kamo, Xavier (L&DS), Stiles Stilinski, Yuji Itadori + your favs!

a/n: i have a thing for the nickname ‘pretty girl’ ^_^

[histerek]

Stiles: [sobbing bc he can’t save the puppy* who is going to FREEZE in the cold]

Claudia and John, who know this is absolutely NOT a dog: [trying to wrestle the pup out of Stiles’ deceptively strong three-year-old grip]

*Derek, not a puppy but a wolf cub who is admittedly tiny for his age: [head empty no thoughts, enjoying the scent and warmth of Stiles’ scarf]

Talia, watching this all go down behind a tree: [plotting how to save her son for the FIFTH TIME THIS SKI SEASON who she’s beginning to suspect doesn’t want to be saved]

[shitpostingsterek]

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[colmiillo]

When i smell that there is going to be a pregnant trope in the fic...

[noyzinerd]

Sterek tropes that I feel don't get enough love:

1. "Oh my God!"

"Derek, actually."

2. "I heard that!"

"You were meant to!"

3. *needy* "Touch me!"

*teasing* "But I am touching you."

4. "So, do werewolves have knots?"

"Do we have what?!"

5. *during sex* "Don't hide your face from me"

6. "You're going to have to use your words"

7. Derek's control slipping slightly during sex and dropping fangs, flashing eyes, and/or growing claws

8. *Stiles pulling clumsily at Derek's clothes in desperation* "Off, off, OFF!"

9. Stiles lacking sexual experience but still somehow being the best sex Derek has ever had because of the ungodly amount of porn Stiles looks at (either recreationally OR for research purposes; but let's be honest, Stiles being good at sex on accident because he's a deviant is objectively funnier)

10. Stiles, with his canonically high libido and sexual stamina: "So, you ready to go again?"

Derek, a werewolf with a supernaturally short refractory period: *out of breath, concerned, and maybe a little scared* "Are you serious?"

11. Derek: I'm not doing that.

[Later]

Derek: *ends up doing it*

EDIT:*

(I can't believe I forgot this one)

12. "Hey! I liked that shirt!"

"I'll buy you a new one."

[hedwig221b]

Long time Sterek fan, long time lurker, and SO happy to see you here: any pack mom Stiles fic recs?

Happy to see you, too! I definitely need to catch up on pack mom!Stiles but these are so good! 💖

Building Blocks by Lisztful

Stiles doesn’t exactly mean to start cleaning up after everybody, it’s just that, well, sometimes he thinks Derek turned them into actual animals.

Needed by Asterekmess (Livinginfictions)

Stiles knows he doesn't bring anything to the pack, but if that's true, why does Derek come to him for help?

take my heart from me by Areiton

He didn't really mean to adopt Derek's pack of puppies. He didn't mean to make himself important to them. To Derek. He just wanted to keep them all safe. That's all Stiles ever wanted.

The Comfort of Coming Down by MadcapRomantic

Stiles isn't the only human in the pack, but, more often than not, he's the most vulnerable.

the three rules of beacon hills high (there is a cult in school) by graveltotempo

there are three clear cut rules in Beacon Hills High School:

Do not hurt Stiles Stilinski, unless you want his friends after you Do not hurt Stiles Stilinski’s friends, unless you want him after you Do not flirt with Stiles Stilinski, unless you want his boyfriend after you

Other fic recs: angsty fics | possessive Derek | historical AU | baby/mpreg | outsider POV | smut | mafia | hurt/comfort | magical!Stiles | Stiles gets kicked out of the pack | BAMF!Stiles | omegaverse | witch!Stiles | creature!Stiles | bad friend Scott

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

a little fashion show

kinktober, day four

a/n: bro, the amount of time this idea has been in the notes app on my phone....

warnings: stiles stilinski x reader, smut, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, trying on lingerie, teasing, flashing, kissing

word count: 990

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“Who was at the door?” Stiles asked as your giddy form appeared in the doorway to your room once more. 

“The mailman,” you giggled, unable to contain your excitement, “and look!”

“You got a package!” not getting as revved up in the excitement as you were, he nonchalantly pointed out the parcel in your palms, “oh, cool!”

“Not just any package, only the one I’ve been waiting about a billion years to arrive,” you shut the door behind you, gazing down at the bundle in your hands with heart-shaped eyes, “you don’t mind if I just try this stuff on right now, do you? I just don’t know if I can wait till you leave.”

Discretely readjusting in his comfortable seat on your mattress, he waved a hand, “no, no, it’s fine.”

“Really? Great!” you squealed, digging your fingers into the opening of the package, “you can help me see if any of it doesn’t suit me or fit right, give you a little fashion show and everything.” 

“Alright, sure,” he agreed with a soft chuckle as you disappeared behind the wide bookcase that acted as a divider in the middle of your room.

After changing into the first item, you couldn’t stop yourself from springing back out, arms raised high above your head as you sang, “tada! What do you think?”

“Wow, oh, wow,” you watched Stiles eyes grow wide as they landed on the extremely short nightgown hanging around your form, “that’s-, that’s-…”

“It’s cute, isn’t it?” you turned your back to your stunned friend to glance at yourself in the mirror, “the floral pattern especially.” 

Gaze tracing your hands as they played with the tiny skirt, “y-yeah, it is,” you just barely managed to catch sight of his reflection discreetly move one of your pink pillows over his lap, “it’s good, you should definitely keep that one.”

You hadn’t thought that his blush could have gotten any worse, but evidently, as you soon pranced out clad in the next thing, it very much could. 

“What about this one?” you innocently observed the lingerie set in the long mirror, turning a bit to see how the high-waisted, black underwear hugged your bottom, “do you think it fits alright?” 

Looking like a broken PlayStation 2 game you’d have to pull out and blow on, Stiles simply hummed, “huh?”

“I just feel like if I jump around or bend over in this, the girls are just gonna spill out,” your nose crinkled as your fingertips ghosted over the cups of the matching bra. 

“I mean,” he blinked hazily, “you could test it out, if you want.”

Obliging twice, jumping gently in place, the squint to your eye didn’t fade away as not only you observed how your boobs jiggled in the cups, “hm, I don’t know, maybe one of the ones that has a different cut then this one…”

Peeping through the shy slivers of the bookcase, you bit down on your smirk as you watched the trouble you’d stirred up on the other side. As you slid off the black number, daringly arching your back and purposefully sticking your butt out far enough for him to catch a glimpse, you spotted how a string of your want clung to the panties as you dragged the down your legs. 

If this last one wasn’t gonna do the trick, make the guy you’d had a crush on forever fess up and make a move, then you didn’t know what would.

Pink, skimpy and sheer, your pebbly nipples weren’t the only thing on full display as the see-through thong also made your puffy pussylips no secret to anyone. 

Your pace as you returned to the mirror was purposefully slow, not looking to Stiles even once as you felt your desperation for him soak the pretty garments. 

“T-that-, yeah,” his fluttering eyes were trained on your bare bottom, “that’s nice.”

“Yeah?” you still didn’t dare to look at him, “you think so?”

“Mhm,” he nearly groaned. 

Grazing your touch ever so lightly over the elastic edges, you uttered, “you really think it’s pretty?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Stiles,” you sucked in a deep breath and gathered up the courage through the pumping adrenalin of being so exposed before your crush, “can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” flowed from his lips nearly instantly.

“Would you have sex with me?”

The room was dead silent a moment before Stiles choked, “what?”

“Would you fuck me?” you rephrased, still not looking back at him in the refection. 

“Would I-… I’m sorry, what?”

“Would you fuck me?” gnawing at your bottom lips, you finally turned to face him, “because I kinda really like you, like a lot,” your feet slowly carried you closer to where he sat, “and I don’t know, I’m sorry, am I being too forward? Is this too much? Do you not like me in that way? Because I totally get it if you do, I’m really sorry for everything. I thought you’d picked up on the hints I’ve been dropping for a while now and that you-”

“I do like you!” he rushed to cut off your concern, “I-I-, yes,” seizing your hand in his as he emphasized, “yes.” 

“Yes or yes?” you asked, eyes flickering to the pillow hiding his own excitement. 

“Yes,” he nodded, swiftly tugging you down in his lap before you could withdraw your proposal. 

An airy whimper escaped your lips as he then kissed you, your whole body feeling like puddy in his grasp. Drawing back a moment from his long-awaited pecks, you found yourself offering bashfully, “you know, I could also just give you a handjob or blow you or something if you’re not-”

Using his leverage, he suddenly flung you down against the mattress, effectively cutting your suggestion off as he scurried to hover above you, an earnest grin adorning his lips as he then exclaimed “oh my god, just shut up and let me screw my best friend.”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[ruewrote]

𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟.

PAIRING: stiles stilinski x gn!reader WARNINGS: none? GENRE: angst, fluff SONG INSPIRATION: latch by disclosure & sam smith WORD COUNT: 490 NOTE: he deserves all the love in the world, plus i just wanna give him a hug

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Your week was long, everytime you looked at the clock it felt that the minutes grew even longer or it felt like you had no time at all, there was no inbetween.

The constant loud chatter of your classmates gives you headaches, which turn into migraines as the days progress, recently you had been keeping to yourself. Your words had been coming out alot snappier than you intended so you decided to stay quiet. Well turns out you learn alot about others when you don't speak all that much for a prolonged amount of time.

That sadly meant picking up on the little snide comments that people were making about stiles, at first it upset you. Of course it would, Why wouldn’t it? But then it just angered you right down to your core, he was the sweetest person you knew, always making sure the people around him were okay, cheering people up when they were clearly down. God, he even entertained Lydia's idiocy.

Yeah he was a klutz and he slipped up sometimes, but he didn’t deserve that. No one did, but especially not him. For what? Just being himself?

He was sick today, it was weird with him not sitting at the desk in front of you, it was almost eerie even with the talk from your fellow classmates, you missed him. The bell rang, you winced. End of school, end of this god forsaken week. looking around the classroom, students were out of their seats, some already out of the room. That included scott. Ugh. of course. 

packing up your stuff before making a beeline for stiles house, your heart heavy as you shut your car door, thinking over everything you had overheard. slowly making your way up to the stilinski residence. Stopping in front of the door, taking a deep breath before knocking.

You waited, listening for footsteps which soon came, rather quickly actually, an ouch soon followed, the door opened. there he was, with a lopsided goofy smile, he didn’t look sick? Mental health day? “Oh my god, hey! Dude I was literally just about to text you!” 

The way he was staring down at you with those stupid doe eyes, you couldn’t take it anymore. you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him into a surprised hug. He wasted no time in wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, not questioning anything.

 To anyone on the outside this probably looked super weird, two people hugging in the doorway of their house, but times like these weren’t uncommon between the two of you.

“I love you, you know?” you murmur into his shoulder, he was somehow able to pull you closer to him, squeezing you tighter. “I love you too.” 

In that moment you didn’t think about the kids at school or any other silly worries that you had, not when you knew that stiles had you.

The same way that you had him.

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[itsjustrosee]

Alright because of all the support on my last post with Stiles, I figured I should write another 😚👍

Worried Sick Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader

Context: established relationship, Stiles comes to visit you when you don't show up to school

Warnings: none, just fluff

Wordcount: 1.1k

You had been in your room curled up in bed, tangled in blankets and stuffed animals all while you were supposed to be at school.

You had just gotten your period and your cramps left you nothing short of bedridden and on the verge of throwing up all day. You were experiencing womanhood at its absolute finest, to say the least.

Suddenly, the door to your room swung open, and a very confused and distressed Stiles entered your room. His expression softened once he saw you weren't dead or bleeding out, and a wave of relief seemed to wash over him.

"Not using the window to get in anymore?" You asked jokingly, rolling to your side to face Stiles who had now set down his bag and kneeled at the side of your bed. Being Scott's twin, you and Stiles needed to keep your relationship a secret. That's why when it came to hanging out, Stiles would always come in through your window rather than your front door so the both of you wouldn't get caught.

"Well, you gave me a key to your house for a reason right? Also going in through the window would've taken me too long," Stiles explains, his expression still slightly filled with worry as he placed one of his hands on your bed while the other tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"What were you in such a rush for?" You ask with a chuckle in reaction to Stiles's seriousness, snaking your hand out of your covers and placing it on top of his.

"Well you didn't show up to school and I was worried," He explains, his expression soft and genuine. "I thought something bad might've happened," He says quietly and slowly.

For any other boyfriend, his girlfriend not showing up to school shouldn't cause them this much stress, but considering all the supernatural shit Stiles has somehow managed to get involved in, he couldn't help but worry himself to death.

"I'm okay Stiles, really I am," You say, reassuring him, "Just on my period that's all," You explain, trying to manage a smile but your stomach felt like it was being turned inside out, so it probably came out as more slightly disturbing than comforting.

"Ok good, I thought it could've had something to do with that. Which is why-" Stiles says, relieved, as he gets up and grabs his bag before sitting down next to you on the bed. "I have come prepared," He continues with a goofy smirk plastered on that stupidly cute face of his.

You sit up lazily as Stiles begins to show you what he bought. He whips out a plastic bag from inside of his backpack with items ranging from Tylonal, Advil, and Mydol, (which you immediately snatched and swallowed), all the way to chocolates and a heated stuffed animal.

"I got confused when I saw all the... feminine products, so- um-" He explains while taking out yet another plastic shopping bag from his backpack to reveal at least ten different boxes of tampons and pads.

You pause and stare at the ginormous haul of items that Stiles has bought you and you can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

You appreciated Stiles and his caring towards you more than anything, especially in moments like these. He always knew the right things to do and the right things to say, and you loved him for it.

Stiles, however, didn't take your silence in the right way. "I'm sorry- it's stupid I know, I bought way too much. I bet I still have the receipt somewhere, maybe I can still return it-" He asked, sadness and disappointment slowly creeping into his voice.

"No!" You reply quickly. "Don't return it, and none of this is stupid," You confirm before sighing for a moment. "Stiles, this is literally like the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me," You explain, turning to look at him while you say it, a smile slowly forming on your face as you do so.

"Really?" Stiles questions, his embarrassed expression being replaced by one of relief and pride.

"Really," You say while scooting over in your bed and patting the space next to you, beckoning him to join you.

Stiles lays down next to you, and you gladly roll over and climb on top of him, resting your head by the crook of his neck as you wrap your arms around him. The heat radiated off of his body as you listened to his heartbeat and the slow movements of his chest going up and down.

Stiles brought the covers over you and kissed your head before speaking once more, "You don't want to use the stuffed animal I gave you?" He asks with a chuckle as he wraps his arms around you, his thumb rubbing soft circles into your back.

"Nope, I think you'll do just fine," You say as you lift your head to look up at him.

Stiles takes this moment to lean down and kiss you gently. He kissed and held you as if you were the most fragile thing in the world. As if with one wrong move you'd shatter into a million pieces, so he treated you with such care, holding you softly and closely to make sure you didn't.

Though the kiss only lasted a few moments, it made you forget all about the pain you felt in your abdomen and replaced it with butterflies. He definitely had a way of making you feel safe and comfortable whenever you were around him.

Once he pulled away, he looked at you with hearts in his eyes, "You're so beautiful, you know that right baby?" He said, his voice so faint that it practically made your heart beat out of your chest. He removed one of his hands from your back and placed it on your cheek and you immediately melted into his touch.

You could only let out a satisfied hum in response, you were too lost in his features to bother replying coherently.

Stiles let out a low chuckle as he kissed your forehead, his hand moving from your cheek to the back of your head, stroking your hair as he did so.

"Get some sleep okay?" He said while wrapping his arm just a bit tighter around you, "I'll be right here if you need anything," He said softly.

"I know," You say, your words muffled slightly as you rest your head in the crook of his neck, "You're not goin' anywhere," You say with a smile as you place a quick kiss on his neck.

"Didn't plan on it," Stiles mumbles, about to fall asleep even before you do. But as your meds kick in, you can't help but slowly drift off to sleep as well.

Okay, I'm having WAYYYYYY too much fun writing these I'm sorry 😭

I finished majority of my finals so I'm going to be much more active again so keep sending in requests! I'm continuing to work on them

Also, I cannot thank you guys enough for all of the compliments and praise I've received on my last post with Stiles, it was literally so sweet of you guys. My inbox was literally filled with people praising my writing and y'all have no idea how happy that made me, like literally my heart almost burst.

[falling-star-cygnus]

y'all ik i haven't been here long, but this came to me and i have to share it -> i have no idea if someone else has already done this :{

Derek: Do you wanna know how I actually hurt my wrist? Stiles: ....yes Derek: I was hula-hooping. Derek: Peter and I attend a class for fitness and for fun. Stiles: oh my god- Derek, pulling out his phone: And I mastered all the moves. The pizza toss, the tornado, the scorpion, the... oopsie-doodle. Stiles: Why are you telling me this? Derek: 🙂 Derek: Because no one... will ever believe you. [He deletes the album] Stiles: No- no nono no-! Stiles: .....youu sick son of a bitch..

[bethsvrse]

please PLEASE learn how to tag your fanfics. Don’t tag fluff when it’s angst, don’t tag smut when it’s fluff and please don’t tag characters that ARENT EVEN MENTIONED IN THE FIC!!!!

[buckyeah]

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