#stiles stilinski x-reader

[its-an-obsession]

Dress

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Anonymous Request: So, like two days ago, I was reading some Stiles fics while listening to Reputation, and Dress came on and I audibly gasped when it got to the bridge. Like, I have no idea how I’ve never associated "Flashback when you met me, your buzzcut, and my hair bleached" with him, lol. So, I was wondering if you could write a Stiles x best friend! reader one-shot based on Dress? ❤️❤️❤️

Summary: As cliche as it sounds, you fell in love with Stiles' spastic personality and his keen eye for evidence. Of course, you never acted on these feelings, until Stiles invited you to a party his friend was throwing.

A/N: Yes!! This is perfect!! Enjoy, love!!

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Your Sister -> Lydia Martin

Warnings: none

Stiles Stilinski x-reader

"Okay, so," Lydia paused, "What do you think of this one?" My sister turned to look at me with a lace dress in hand. She kept it on the hanger, setting it on the doorknob of her closet. Lydia had been helping for the past hour to find a dress for the party Stiles invited me to. And, of course, Lydia kept pestering me about my harbored feelings for my best friend.

I continued to tell her that it was nothing but a thought that popped into my head, but that was the complete opposite. That thought didn't just pop into my head. It was in my head almost every day. I knew I shouldn't think about him like that, but I couldn't help it. And, what made it worse, is he probably didn't feel the same.

Our secret moments in your crowded room They got no idea about me, and you There is an indentation in the shape of you Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

Lydia always said that it wouldn't hurt to ask, yet in this case, it would. If I did ask, I'd risk rejection and possibly my dignity. Lydia turned around again to see me thinking to myself. "Hello, Earth to Y/N," Lydia waved her hand. I looked up at her to see her holding yet another dress with gold heels in her other hand.

"I'll go with the first one," I said.

She smiled and put the white dress back into her closet. Lydia walked over to where I sat, setting the dress on the bed. My sister clapped her hands together. "I'm so excited for you," Lydia said, sitting down beside me. "It's just a party," I shrugged, playing with the frayed edge of her comforter.

She looked at me with raised brows, her arms crossed. Lydia leaned against the headboard of her bed. "It's not just a party, Y/N/N," she said, "It's a party that the guy you like invited you to." I rolled my eyes at her comment. "Stiles and I are just friends. Nothing more," I said.

All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation My hands are shaking from holding back from you All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting My hands are shaking from all this

My sister rolled her eyes and stood up from the bed. She walked over to her dresser, grabbing the heels and purse to put them beside the dress. "So, you're telling me all those stolen glances, touches on the shoulder, finding pieces of fuzz in your hair, and winks," Lydia said, "Have nothing to do with your feelings? Because last I checked, those actions are 'more than friends' actions."

I shook my head, beginning to lose this conversation for a second. "Fine," I sighed, "Maybe I like him a little bit. And, maybe, I sort of, chose that red dress because red is his favorite color." Her eyes widened at that part of my sentence. I didn't do a very good job of muttering my response. Lydia gasped slightly, applauding herself.

Say my name, and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off Carve your name into my bedpost 'Cause I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off

"I think you did more than just pick his favorite color," Lydia winked. She nudged my shoulder, causing me to nudge her back. She grabbed my hands and brought me up from the bed. "Let's get you ready," she said. I sat down in front of her vanity.

Lydia stood behind me, looking at my hair to see what she wanted to do. We decided to keep it the way it was, but she insisted on curling it just a little bit. It took a few minutes until Lydia was done helping me get ready.

I waited on her bed as she got herself together. She and Aiden were going together after she found out that me and Stiles were attending. She wore her favorite black dress, matched with a pair of silver heels. The two of us got our things together before walking downstairs.

I was excited about the party, but part of me was even hesitant about going. But I knew that if I didn't go, I'd regret it. It didn't take long till Stiles' jeep and Aiden's motorcycle pulled into the driveway.

Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try And if I get burned, at least we were electrified I'm spilling wine in the bathtub You kiss my face, and we're both drunk Everyone thinks that they know us But they know nothing about

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(Later That Night)

The party was going great. Nothing had happened, which meant that nothing had happened between me and Stiles. Lydia and Aiden were somewhere at the party. While Stiles and I stayed side by side. Claire, the host of the party, also was somewhere in the party. She had said her hellos and then left with her boyfriend.

We sat at one of the tables, watching as some of the partygoers walked past us and danced horribly. I saw Stiles try to hide his laugh as some guy tripped over his feet. It had been silent between the two of us, but it was nice.

The thought of confessing to Stiles kept going in and out of my head.

All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation My hands are shaking from holding back from you All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting My hands are shaking from all this

Lydia might've been right like she always claims she is. She always said that it was exhausting watching me keep my feelings to myself. "Hey, Y/N," Stiles said. I looked away from the ground to look at him. He smiled (GIF Above).

Stiles was wearing his favorite blue and red flannel, which Lydia claimed he only wore when I was around because I said I liked it once.

He stood up from the table and extended a hand. "C'mon," Stiles said, "We're at a party, let's go." I smiled and set my hand into his. He twirled me around as the two of us walked over to the middle of the room where everyone else was dancing.

Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off Carve your name into my bedpost 'Cause I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off

My hands rested on his shoulders as his hands were on my waist. He smiled down at me. Stiles lifted a hand to push some hair away from my face. I'll admit, I was never planning on falling in love with my best friend. So much that I told myself I never would, but here we are.

Stiles and I met in middle school, me with the bleached hair and him with his buzzcut. Of course, the first thing he said to me was something about my hair. Me and Lydia had done some hair experiments the night before, and I sadly got the horrible aftermath.

And that's where the friendship began. Stiles and I started hanging out almost every day after school and every weekend. We'd hang out at the arcade in town and sometimes at the forest lookout. Then when we started high school, that's when things changed.

Typically, everyone changes in high school, but this felt different. I started to notice things about how I felt about Stiles. I noticed how I'd smile at his stupid jokes or how I would purposefully say I didn't understand something just so I could be beside him.

It didn't matter if we were best friends, I just cared about being with him. And, some part of me knew that he felt the same. Stiles stayed with me even in my worst times and during my best times.

Even in my worst lies You saw the truth in me And I woke up just in time Now I wake up by your side My one and only, my lifeline

Now, we were in our last year of high school, graduation just a few weeks ahead. Stiles' hand lingered on the side of my face. His thumb ran across my cheek. I looked up at him, leaning into his touch. "You okay?" he asked, "Y/N?"

Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off Carve your name into my bedpost 'Cause I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off

I nodded. I couldn't stop my gaze from drifting from his eyes to his lips. Stiles seemed to notice because I spotted a smirk rising on his freckled face. Stiles leaned down, giving me a soft kiss. I felt his hand leave my face to rest back on my waist. He lightly brought me towards him.

He pulled apart, arms still around me with my hands remaining on his shoulders. Stiles smiled down at me. "Wanna get out of here?" he asked, his voice slightly at a low. I nodded in response. He smirked and kissed me on the cheek before grabbing my hand.

When leaving the party, Lydia spotted me from the other side. She brought a thumbs up and winked at me. I chuckled and followed Stiles to his Jeep.

There is an indentation in the shape of you Only bought this dress so you could take it off You made your mark on me, golden tattoo Only bought this dress so you could take it off

[randommultifandomrants]

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

[cruel-seduction]

It’s like a full-blown addiction, but instead of drugs or booze, it’s this fictional guy who’s got her wrapped around his finger. She knows it’s fucked up—knows she’s out here daydreaming about someone who’s not even real—but who cares? This guy? He’s everything. He’s charming in the worst ways, flawed in every possible sense, but there’s just something about him that has her hooked. He doesn’t even know she exists, but she’s ready to fight anyone who says a word against him. Seriously, she’ll defend his honor like it’s a fucking life-or-death mission.

He’s a goddamn trainwreck, but he’s her trainwreck. She’ll put up with all his baggage, his emotional scars, his dark sides, because somehow, that brokenness makes him feel more real to her than any real guy could. He’s messed up, but she’ll fix him in her head every single time. Maybe it’s that thrill of knowing he’s dangerous and untouchable that makes him even more irresistible. He might break her heart in a hundred ways, but it’s the kind of heartbreak that makes her feel alive, even if it hurts like hell.

And it’s never gonna happen, right? She knows that. He’s not gonna waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet. But it doesn’t matter. Because she gets to have him on her terms—no messy reality, no awkward first dates, no risking her heart for real. He’s always there when she needs him, in that perfect little bubble of fantasy she’s built for herself. And maybe she’s a little crazy for it, but at least with him, she’s never disappointed. Every time she replays his scenes, reads the fanfics, imagines their future together—it's like a high she can never quite shake. She knows it's all just a mindfuck, but she’s never felt more alive.

[bethsvrse]

me staring at my ceiling after y/n does the most FLABBERGASTING thing ever

[ruerecs]

PSA! you don't have to have smut in your fic to make it good.

for all the butthurt people in my reblogs, i’m literally a writer too. that’s literally why i made this post, never said you shouldn’t. just said you don’t have to? (all the people complaining about this post just know i’m laughing at your replies🙂‍↕️)

[reidiot]

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

[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’ ^_^

[love-at-first-sight-23]

Welcome to the world of “Being in love with a person who doesn’t exist in real life but you pretend they do anyway because you’re obsessed” ✧˖*°࿐

[cherrygirlfriend]

when funkyfrogbait said “how many einsteins have spent their lives washing dishes, how many mozarts bent over stoves instead of pianos because they had the misfortune of being born a woman.”

i might mostly post smut on this account, but i write SO much more than just fanfic, and every word i write is for every woman that came before me that couldn’t write what they wanted. it’s for my mother, my grandmother and my great-grandmother as well as the women that came before.

[xspeter]

do yall ever think about the jaw dropping fics that are probably sitting collecting dust in someone’s drafts rn.

[aesthetic-bbyg]

Reading so many tumblr fics has completely ruined me from ever reading a Wattpad story that ain’t in 2nd person POV😭😭

[randommultifandomrants]

Being a girl is pt.2: deciding you’ve read enough fics for the moment and swiping out of the app just to re-open tumblr or open wattpad/ao3

[cruel-seduction]

The bond between a girl and her favorite fictional man? That shit’s toxic, but in the best way. It’s this messed-up, all-consuming obsession where she’ll go to war for a man who doesn’t even exist—like, literally fight someone for talking shit about him. She knows he’s a red flag with legs, but she’s ready to unpack his trauma and let him ruin her life, because he gets her in ways real guys never could. He’s everything she wants and everything she should probably stay the hell away from, but fuck it. It’s not about logic; it’s about the fantasy of someone who’s so broken, they’d burn the whole world down just to love her.

It’s painful, because she knows he’ll never be real, but that doesn’t stop her from falling harder every damn time she opens the book, watches the show, or reads another fanfic. And yeah, it hurts like hell, but it’s a beautiful kind of hurt. The kind that makes her want to scream and cry and laugh all at once.

Because no real guy could ever compare to that kind of perfectly fucked-up perfection. (And cause he will fuck you till you can't think straight)

[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???

[nyra-42]

Just me . . . reopening tumblr for the third time in the last 30 minutes checking to see if anyone posted anything new since I checked 5 minutes ago.

[colmiillo]

When y/n does something that a would never do to pookie