#teen wolf onesho

[urwarriorangel]

spine (stiles stilinski au)

Plot: You’re up late, tired of researching the upcoming terror that Beacon Hills has to offer, and Stiles decides to stop by and check up on you. You were always shy around him, but this time things fell right into place. Maybe it’s the fact that you hadn’t slept in 72 hours or maybe it’s the fact that you feel a rush of adrenaline every time Stiles smiles at you or brushes your hair out of your face. 

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: some language maybe, angry styles, slight angst, slight anxiety.

A/N: the story isn’t as romantic as the plot lol. it’s angsty but stiles is protective and I enjoyed writing it. i’m always insecure esp about my teen wolf stories so pls let me know what you think! (!!!!!!!!!GIFS AREN’T MINE!!!!!!!!!!)

You’ve been in this damn room for so long, you actually haven’t bothered to look at the clock (or the date) after the first 24 hours. You had to research some unknown supernatural being, one that hadn’t yet visited this town and you hadn’t found anything yet, mostly because you had nothing to go off of except some vague descriptions by Mr. Argent and Isaac. They’d encountered this “monster” (for lack of a better word) in France. They feared it was heading toward Beacon Hills and seeing as you were the more level-headed researcher of your group, you were tasked with researching.

God you were so tired! You groan and put your head down, hoping a few seconds of shut-eye will help you. Just a few minutes… you put your head down, a yawn escaping you as you finally close your eyes. Just… a few… minutes…

“Hey, Y/N!” You lift your head up, a scream erupting out of you as a voice speaks out both waking you and scaring you all the same.

“Oh my god!” You lift your hand to your chest as your eyes land on Stiles.

“Woah, woah, everything okay? It’s just me,” Stiles holds his hands up in surrender you let out a sigh of relief, catching your breath as quickly as you can.

“S-sorry Stiles, you scared the crap out of me oh my god!” You gasp and settle yourself back in your chair as you catch your breath.

“I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry,” Stiles watches you, noticing the tired bags under your eyes and the five cups of coffee at the edge of your desk. “Is everything alright?”

“Huh?” You look up at him and furrow your brows, nodding before looking back at your reading. “Yeah, everything's fine, I’m just a little busy with finding a way to save everyone and everything in this monster-ridden town.���

“You deserve a break,” Stiles leans against your desk and looks at you, a concerned smile on his face. “How long has it been since you’ve been outside? I almost thought you were a vampire and if you think you were scared, boy am I glad you didn’t wake up to my scream.”

“Oh stop being dramatic,” you laugh and look at the clock, eyes widening as you take a sip of coffee to settle your nerves, not that it helped. “Itsonlybeen70hoursnottoolongoranything.”

“Did you say 70 hours? It’s been 70 hours since you’ve been outside, Jesus Christ,” he runs a hand down his face and maybe it’s your incredibly tired brain but all you can think about is the way his veins pop in his arms every time he moves. “I’m assuming you haven’t really slept much, have you?”

“I got a good… 20 minutes before you woke me up,” you shrug as Stiles glares at you. “What? I’m busy and I’m alive.”

“Barely alive! I bet you haven’t eaten much, have you?” He crosses his arms over his chest and it takes every ounce of your tired soul not to moan on site.

“I had coffee… and redbulls? Does that count?”

“Right, coffee and redbulls. Do you have any idea how terrible that is for you? Screw the research, I’m taking you out to eat,” Stiles stands and turns your chair the other way, grabbing your hand to lift you up but you don’t move.

“Stiles, I can’t. Everyone could die, and--”

“Hypothetically, everyone could die. But if we don’t get some food in you now, you might die. Did you even think of that, Y/N? Did you think of how we’d be able to keep going if anything happened to you? Did you think of me at--”

“You are all I thought about, Stiles!” You finally break down, ripping your arm out of his grasp and getting as far away from him as you could, even if your legs would give way. “All I thought about. I locked myself in this damn room to find a solution so that all my friends would be safe. Everyone needs me to find out what kind of monster we’re dealing with, what we can do to keep it away or how to stop it if the thing is already here. And all I know is that this is the worst thing that we have ever had to deal with, Stiles. If this monster and its posse come to Beacon Hills, if I don’t find a way to fix things, everyone will die. That includes you. That includes Scott and Lydia and Malia and Kira. Everyone I care about will die if I don’t figure this thing out, so yes Stiles. I’ve thought about you a lot.”

You stand there, fuming and red and breathless as Stiles watches you, a look of heartache on his face as she shakes his head.

“What about you? Have you thought about yourself at all?”

“That’s not important, Stiles. I’ll think about myself after we’re all safe. After we--”

“After we what? Nothing matters if you’re not there, Y/N! None of it,” Stiles screams and  takes a step closer, causing you to take a step back and slam into the wall. “Nothing matters without you, Y/N.”

He walks closer, hands moving to cup your face as your bottom lip trembles under the pressure of it all. Tears run down your face and you look down, embarrassed and tired and needing to hear exactly what Stiles was saying.

“I know this sounds selfish Y/N, but I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Stiles chuckles softly and you smile, crying softly as he wipes your runaway tears. “You’re so giving and kind and smart. Scott might be the glue that holds the book together, but you’re the damn spine. We need you and we love you, and above all else we just need you to be okay, baby. So please come get something to eat with me.”

You take a deep breath, in and out as you try to calm yourself before looking up at Stiles. He smiles warmly at you, pressing a kiss against your face as you wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace.

“Fine, I’ll get food with you,” you whispered against his chest and he chuckles. “But you’re going to take me on a date afterwards and I am finally going to get kissed by you. And that’s that.”