Worry
Stiles Stilinski x reader
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Lacrosse. A sport that you would have never known about unless the love of your life was on the team. You weren’t a very sporty girl but you would never pass on the chance to watch a bunch of hot, sweaty boys run around a field. The only problem was that the one boy you wanted to see was always on the bench.
You went to each game, but Stiles never got to play. You’ve seen him during practice and he wasn’t bad.
You have been friends with Scott and Stiles since you guys were kids. You've also been in love with Stiles for years. You loved the way he was always able to make you laugh.
When Scott became a werewolf and you were all introduced to the supernatural, your life was turned upside down. But Stiles was always there to make you smile and make a serious situation less hard to get through.
This was probably the most nerve wracking game you've ever been to, simply because Gerard was threatening us to give him Derek.
Eventually you heard the Sheriff, who's sitting next to you, question why Stiles was on the field. You looked for the number 24 to find that Stiles actually was on the field and was starting to play.
By the end of the game, your voice was gone from all the cheering you did. Stiles scored so many goals as well as the final, winning goal.
The excitement was cut short when the lights go out and chaos surrounds you. You follow the Sheriff down to the field and find Jackson bleeding out on the field.
You turn towards the Sheriff to find him looking for something, or someone. It doesn't take you long to figure out what's wrong.
"Where's Stiles? Where the hell is my son?" you hear the Sheriff call out before you start to dissociate. You just knew that Gerard took Stiles and you had no way of helping to get him back.
Everyone was looking for Stiles, including the Pack. You weren't much help with the state you were in, so you joined the Sheriff at his home.
"We're going to find him Y/n, I know we will," Mr Stilinski tried soothing you as well as himself. He sat next to you on Stiles' bed and gave you a tight hug, telling you, "You really should go home and rest, I'll call you if we find anything out."
"I can't possibly rest while Stiles is out there, god knows where," you start crying. This would be one of the few times you actually wished you were a werewolf so you could be useful and out looking for him.
"Why don't you stay here and I'll get you something to eat. I know you haven't eaten since before the game yesterday," Mr. Stilinski offered. You silently nodded your head before settling into Stiles pillows. You don't remember falling asleep.
Stiles POV
Gerard let me go. When I finally got home and hugged my dad, I had to lie to him about what happened, telling him some punks beat me up. Gerard really got to me, I felt insecure and useless, not that I could tell my father this.
When my dad and I calmed down a bit more, he told me about Y/n.
"I think she was more worried than I was, if that's possible," he told me.
"Is she okay?" I asked, concerned. I felt even worse that I had worried her.
"She's okay. Hasn't eaten in awhile but she fell asleep on your bed. You should let her sleep," he sighed. He gave me one final hug before making calls to the sheriff office to tell them what happened.
I decided to go up to see Y/n. Quietly making my way into my room, I saw her laying peacefully in-between my blankets. She looked so beautiful laying there. I sat on the bed next to her, softly stroking her hair knowing it calmed her down.
Your POV
You woke up to the feeling of someone playing with your hair. It felt so nice, that you almost went back to sleep but quickly got up realizing who was near. Upon seeing Stiles, you immediately wrapped him in a hug so quick and tight he fell back on the bed from the impact.
"You're okay! Oh my god, you're okay," you cried. You hugged him in silence, him stroking your back before he decided to say something.
"So I heard you were worried about me," he awkwardly joked.
You let go of him, slapping his arm, "Of course I was worried about you, how could I not."
It was then that you saw his face, or more importantly the scratches on his cheek.
"What the hell happened?" you questioned, holding his face still so you could properly examine his cheek.
"Gerard kicked the shit out of me, no big deal," he softly responded.
"It's a big deal to me Stiles," you whispered. "I hate seeing you hurt."
"If it makes you feel better, it only hurts when I smile," he then smiled, before wincing.
"Now is not a time for jokes, Stiles. I really missed you," you confessed.
He softly grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him, "Well I'm right here, it's okay."
You were so close to his face that you felt his breath on your cheeks. You looked at his lips before quickly averting your gaze to your lap.
Stiles let out a shaky breath before taking a hold of your hands. He stared lovingly at you, building the courage to finally kiss you after all these years.
He found the courage when you finally looked back up at him. You were surprised to feel soft lips on yours, stealing your breath. Kissing Stiles was dizzying. It was a good thing that he grabbed your waste or else you would have fallen over.
When the kiss was over you whispered, "What was that for?"
"I've been in love with you forever," He nervously replied, almost too quick for you to hear. But you did.
You giggled at him before giving him a big kiss on his unhurt cheek, "Good, me too."
Stiles just smiled at you like a dork. Your dork. You couldn't wait for all the laughs that were sure to come your way while being with Stiles.
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