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blondwhowrites · 6 months

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A/N: this was inspired by a fic called parental guidance by Obriengf go check them out! Also this is a fem reader and there is no actual child it's a doll for an assignment. Anyways enjoy this crack fic

This was certainly not how you saw your week going—being forced to take care of a doll. "Y/N and Stiles", Coach Finnstock listed off the partners for the assignment. You let out a sigh as you were given your new 'child'. You stared at it with a look of discontent. You weren't good with children. You had no idea how to take care of a child, even if it was just a doll.

"Time to show off my skills as a future dilf", Stiles claimed as he walked up to you with a happy smile. You raised a brow as you looked at your friend and now co-parent.

"Never call yourself that again", you stated blankly, and you held out the baby for him to take. You watched as Stiles took the baby from your arms, and you were surprised at how immediate his switch from his usual sarcastic self to a more paternal and caring self was. He cradled the baby in his arms, and you didn't know how to feel when he started to coo at it like it was an actual baby.

"We gotta name her", he said, and he looked up at you. He held out the baby for you to take, and you shook your head and stepped away, making sure that the baby stayed far away from you. He looked at you with a frown. "The doll isn't going to bite."

You narrowed your eyes at him. Feeling embarrassed by his words, you said, "I'm just not a parental person."

He rolled his eyes. "Well, you don't really have a choice. This is our child we are talking about, and I won't let my child have a deadbeat absent mother", he said, cradling the baby close to his chest and rocking it gently.

You gawked at his words. "Stiles, it's a doll", you stated. You gestured to the doll with a 'are you serious' expression.

"I say we name her Ahsoka", he said, disregarding your statement. He maneuvered the doll so that he could pick up his stuff.

You grabbed your things as the bell rang, signaling that class was over. "We aren't naming our child after a Star Wars character", you said, and you followed him out of the classroom and into the hall.

Stiles smirked, and he turned his head to look at you. "Notice how you called it our child", He held the doll out for you to take, and begrudgingly, you took it.

"Okay, that is not how you hold a baby", Stiles said, and he stepped towards you, taking your arms and guiding them to the correct positions to safely hold the baby. You flinched as suddenly the baby started to cry in a high-pitched voice.

"Make it stop", you complained as you tried to rock the baby as gently as you could. After a second of you doing that, the crying suddenly stopped. You lit up as you realized that you had successfully made it stop. "Okay, maybe this week won't be as bad as I thought", you conceded, and you looked down at the doll with a newfound softness.

Stiles smiled softly as he admired you. "You're going to be a great momma to our little Ahsoka", he cooed teasingly.

"Wow, okay, never call me that again", you said as you continued on your way to the cafeteria. "Ahsoka Claudia Stilinski doesn't sound so bad, I guess."

Stiles expression immediately softened. You were perfect. "Claudia?", he asked with a small smile.

"Well, of course,", you responded, and you softly cooed at the doll in your arms.

"I want to rip this doll to shreds", Your soft moment was ruined by Malia, who held a crying doll in her arms. Besides her was Lydia, who had been partnered with Malia.

You rolled your eyes. "This is going to be a long week", you mumbled to yourself.

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You were woken up by the sounds of a baby crying, and you immediately let out a frustrated groan. "Stiles, it's your turn", you grumbled. You turned to face the sleeping boy, and you shook him.

The boy woke up with a start. He looked around, confused, and dazed until the drowsiness faded away. He frowned as he registered the sound of crying. "Come on, Ahsoka, let your mother sleep", he cooed as he leaned over to grab the doll from the makeshift cradle you and Stiles had made. He cradled the doll in his arms, shushing the doll until eventually the crying stopped. He let out a sigh of relief. It had been another long night of researching the recent missing persons case. You had come over to help Stiles, and it ended with you staying the night, which was normal considering how close you two were.

"Give me my daughter", you mumbled as you held out your arms. Stiles nodded, and he gave you the doll, and he chuckled as he watched you embrace the doll and fall back to sleep with her cuddled in your arms.

It wasn't even halfway through the week, and you had already become attached to the doll. Stiles found it cute how motherly you had become over the past two days. You went from hating it to never wanting to let it go. "Goodnight, baby momma", he whispered, and he leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead

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"Y/N, where is the bottle?", Stiles asked as he frantically tried to look for the bottle that came with the doll. "Our child demands food."

You could hear the crying coming from the doll, and you let out a tired sigh. "It's in the cradle, Stiles", you said. You were currently trying to finish your history essay while Stiles was doing more research. It was the second-to-last day of the assignment, and you could count on one hand how many hours you had slept in the past few days. Caring for a child, albeit a fake one, was hard and exhausting.

"Found it!", Stiles exclaimed in victory as he held up the bottle. He then proceeded to feed the doll, and finally the crying stopped. "How's the essay going?", he asked as he put the doll into its makeshift cradle.

"I finished it."

Stiles nodded, and he crashed onto his bed. "I think we have officially broken our record for the hours you have spent at my place", he said. He prompted himself up on his bed and leaned back against his headboard.

"I'm an honorary Stilinski."

Stiles chuckled and shook his head in amusement. "Don't worry, I'll personally make sure you become a Stilinski", he stated with a smug smirk.

You turned to look at him with a raised brow. "Oh, so you're claiming the title of future husband?", you questioned, clearly amused by his sudden confidence.

"Don't forget future baby daddy", he added, and he gestured to the makeshift cradle that currently held the doll. You rolled your eyes and turned back to your essay.

"I'm never going to know peace", you mumbled as you put your school things away so that you could focus on helping Stiles with the current case.

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"My baby!", you whaled as you watched Stiles hand back the doll to coach Finnstock. "Mommy is going to miss you", you cooed as you said your final goodbye to the doll.

Coach Finnstock looked at you weirdly. "You're just as bad as Stillinski", he said. You sent him a glare as you headed back to your seat.

You let out a huff as you sat at your desk. "Stiles", you said. You turned to look at him. Stiles immediately perked up in his seat as you called for him.

"Yes?", he asked.

"I want one."

He looked at you, confused. He raised a brow as he asked, "Want what?"

"A baby", you answered, and you gestured to all the dolls that were now piled in front of the class. You could see Scott choke on his water from the corner of your eye.

Stiles was taken aback, and his eyes widened. He stumbled to find the correct words to say. "I can settle for a hamster that we both co-parent", he said.

"No babies!", Coach Finnstock yelled, and he glared at both you and Stiles. You had to choke back a laugh from Coaches sudden outburst.

"Hamster it is."

#stiles stilinski #teen wolf #stiles stilinski x reader #reader insert #fem!reader #stiles stilinski blurb 🌑

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dylobilysmomg · 2 years

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Stiles Stilinski Fic Recs

𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲! 𝗶 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆’𝗿𝗲 *𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗳𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀* 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 <𝟯

𝗵𝗲𝘆! 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀, 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗶𝘅 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘀!

“quit touching me, your feet are cold.” (req) - @brien-odylan

road head with stiles (req) - @dcangel

stiles would be such a whore for tits - @dcangel

camping - @dumbass-stilinski

stiles and ‘street-light’ (req)- @fitzells

why couldn’t it be me? - @luvonmes-blog

hot tub - @mysticallystilinski

i’m too high for this - @mysticallystilinski

rain (req) - @obriengf

making out with stiles (req) - @randomoutsiders

stiles teaching inexperienced!reader how to touch herself (req) - @randomoutsiders

you both are so weird (req) - @randomoutsiders

baby, it’s cold outside - @rememberstilinski

buzzcut stiles smut (req) - @scoopsahoy

you go to the school dance with stiles and take his virginity (req) - @scoopsahoy

giving in to you - @seriesxwriting

cops and robbers (req) - @smellslikemultifandomimagines

“can you warm me up, i’m cold.” (req) - @sourcherryandsprinkles

brother’s best friend - @star-born-mars

don’t tell scotty - @strangerstilinski

“get over here you dork” - @stilinskisensation

“can you feel what you’re doing to me” (req) - @theemporium

fireflies - @wolfieyoungblood

poker night - @writingsbychlo

i know places - @xoxoavenger

#dylan obrien #stiles stilinski #dylan obrien imagine #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinski smut #stiles stilinski imagines #stiles stilinski imagine #fic recs #fic rec

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harringtonstilinski · 4 months

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hi, hello!! i know y'all are probably getting sick of seeing me in all the tags, BUT i kinda want to be selfish here for a moment.

i was sitting here writing that steve smut piece that i've was ranting about for what felt like a whole damn week, lol, and i was thinking about all the fics that i've written (sans always the babysitter 'cause i'm still posting, hahaa).

i decided to make a post about all the fics i've written and have absolutely loved. aka; my babies, my pride and joy's.

below the cut, you'll see the banners for characters, as well as the linked fics. so, just think of this as a masterlist of sorts, hahaa. not sure what order they'll be in, so just go with it, hahaa

okay, enough rambling. let's go;

It’s A Date 💋

That’s A Bet 💋

Don’t Let It End

Stop Stealing Mine!

Watergate Pt1 Pt2

Master of Puppets

…Ready For It? (Eddie’s Version) 💋

I’m Your Idiot

14, 18, 22 💋

Are You Serious?

Falling For You

Texting Mitch

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this was so much going through my old fics!! <3

feel free to reblog this!!

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tagging some moots from main; @stiles-o-dylan24 @ageofevermore @goldenretriever-nicknelson @logangarfield @musicxlover97 @websterss @crescentwolf @obriengf @lettersofwrittencollective @duskholland

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski smut #mitch rapp x reader

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obsessedwithitall · 1 month

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My Favourite Things I've Read this Week - 13th March 2024

🌶=smut 🍌=no direct smut but mentions/implications 🌸= fluff 😡=angst 🤓=silly/humour

He's a Goner 🌸🌸

Eddie Munson pining by @hippiepowrs

Do I know you?

Stiles Stilinski heart breaking by @obriengf

The Third Date 🌸

Part 1 Part 2

Eddie munson x anorgasmic reader by @rebelfell

The Favour 🌶🌸😡

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Readers boyfriend asks his 'sexual deviant' friend Harry to get kink out of her system by @jarofstyles

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Also if anyone cares I wrote something

Why didn't you tell me? (Eddie Munson x bestfriend!reader)

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We are a day late but I've been too busy at work to compile my favourites in the list despite having time to read them all. Oops

Also tree pollen is kicking my arse. Help.

#harry styles #eddie munson #fluff #smut #fave things this week #fic recs #I've still got over 400 in my drafts to read #dylan o'brien #stiles stilinski

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maddie0101 · 3 months

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Alr, so no valentines themed one shot, but I am working on a modern au for Thomas x reader. 🙈 It might be a mini series with the way it’s going tbh. Don’t know exactly when it will be posted but I’m literally so excited! It has sooo many tropes all in one story 😭

Also, big shoutout to @obriengf for helping me out! Literally my favorite person ever 🫶🏼 Thank you so much for helping me! ❤️

#dylan o'brien #thomas tmr x reader

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dcangel · 1 month

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hi!! ive revently gotten back into teen wolf, do you have any blog recs for stiles?

honestly i haven’t looked up stiles fics on tumblr in awhile bc i read majority of the stuff that i could find for him (obviously disregarding newer ones) but a few of my fav accounts for stiles fics is @obriengf @murdrdocs @strangerstilinski @voidpetrova @semicolonsspace @randomoutsiders

thats honestly it for accounts, but there's a ton of fics out there and i can't list everything here. some don't write for stiles anymore/as often but have masterlists where their fics for him are linked. as for myself, i write for stiles/any of dylan's characters and take requests. though i do have a bad habit of asks/requests sitting in the inbox or half finished in my drafts.

#idk what else to say or put #but those are some of my fav blogs of all time #10/10 recommend each one #asks #me + stilinskibaby

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fitzells · 10 months

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judge me based on my: lockscreen, homescreen, pinterest board, and the last song i listened to!

i was tagged by the beautiful @oncasette 🌟🌟 luv u luv u this was so much fun xx

tags: @junefevers @ohcaptains @obriengf @hoepieces @b4tasquad

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listenupneutrogena · 3 months

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hey, y'all!! it's jess from over at @teen--marvel , @harringtonstilinski && @figureyououtbydjo !!

i decided to make a tbr / fic rec blog to clog up everyone's feeds!! the likes will come from @/teen--marvel, but the comments and reblogs will come from here!!

i'm so excited for this blog! i've been wanting to make one for a little while, and finally decided to do it!

i will be reblogging my own fics here, just to give it more love and for all y'all to see it <33

i'll probably make an about me post, as well as a fic rec post from everything i've read in the past ( i have a post on teen--marvel, but half of those fics aren't even posted by those authors anymore, lol )

tagging some mutuals from main; @stiles-o-dylan24 @ageofevermore @freckledjoes @stevesxyellowxsweater @lettersofwrittencollective @websterss @goldenretriever-nicknelson @logangarfield @obriengf @sunflowerspidey

#jess.txt #listenupneutrogena #i'm reading for steve #gator & eddie atm #but i'll recommend fics i've read in the past and have loved!!#steve harrington x reader #gator tillman x reader #eddie munson x reader

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teen--marvel · 2 months

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⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ﾟ☀︎｡ ⋆｡ﾟ happy birthday jess ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡ ⋆｡ﾟ☀︎｡ ⋆｡ﾟ

i hope you have an amazing day 💖

thank you, baby!! 🥰😚

#answered #obriengf #jess’ birthday #jess turns 31

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obriengf · 27 days

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24 Minutes || Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: You find Stiles hiding away after the burial of his mother. Words: 1.6k Warnings: sadness, mentions of death, mentions of graves, mentions of loss Notes: this was sad to write! also these babies are now 9 years old, growing up fast!

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

The sky was grey; a murky tone that cast a shadowy blanket over a small town, a quintessential backdrop to a ceremony that held sadness and loss. It was the depth of angst that settled within hearts, pulling and tearing until a hole was formed and left unfilled. There was one less mother, wife, daughter, friend in the world and it was felt tenfold by every single person that surrounded her wooden casket. The rain had held off but it didn't make the circumstances any more fortunate - the sombre air only further strangulating the grieving weeps of townsfolk, the thick tension gathering within Beacon Hill's cemetery with such magnetic force. Today... was an incredibly sad day. It was hard to watch as your friend stared at his dress shoes, inadvertently accepting the sombre apologies from friends and family that were projected toward him and his father. He was usually a loud kid, full of energy and excitement and mischief - never able to settle down or lose his smile. From the day you first met him, Stiles Stilinski was the epitome of sunshine, but the decline of his mother's health brought out a gloominess in him that hurt your young heart nearly as much as it did his own. His hands were tucked behind his back, but you knew he was fiddling with his fingers - a way to express the anxious energy that was constantly building within him. The past few months had been extremely tough on the young boy, but today was the worst by far, and it was written so painfully across his permanent frown and puffy red eyes. You stood to the side beside your parents as they made small talk with others from around town, their voices drowning out as you kept your focus on Stiles and the immense sympathy you were holding for him. You desired to talk to him, to comfort him, hold his hand and be a shoulder to cry on - something that children your age should never have to worry about feeling, and yet, your chest squeezed with the inclination to do just that.

The ceremony was dismal, but the melancholy somehow was much stronger as you all gathered downstairs of the Stilinski residence - bodies clad in black moving slowly, sadly, as stories were shared and memories reminisced. It didn't feel right to be in this house with the absence of smiles and laughter from the family you grew so close to; the ones who you treated like an extension of your own tree, with as much love and trust that you had for your parents.

You were standing to the side as Scott McCall nudged your shoulder, his frame just slightly taller than yours. It had only taken six months of daily measuring until he finally passed that threshold - but he wasn't gloating about it today. The boy instead offered a smile of complete sorrow, a commiserative gesture, the only thing you two could muster despite the circumstances. He was the type to comfort anyone who needed it due to testing trials of his own and the demons that he still didn't understand clearly. A story of which you weren't aware of yet.

"Has anybody seen my son?" Noah's voice croaked, the hoarseness evident from hours of grieving. The crowd in the living room declined, quickly followed by the guests filtered into the kitchen. He looked worried as sudden urgency grappled at his features, an anxious act that was mirrored so easily when it came to Stiles' turn to express such emotion. Stiles was Noah's reminder of Claudia Stilinski - a physical being with her eyes and freckled complexion - and with that loss, he turned to panic.

Your hand was gentle as it grabbed Scott's wrist, careful not to tug too hard as you ushered him to follow you across the room. Noah Stilinski was a second father to you, and you hated the idea of your family hurting. You stopped abruptly in front of him, Scott nearly bumping into your back as he gathered composure, your eyes wide as you peered up. "We can find him, Mr Stilinski."

"Please, that would... I would really appreciate it, kids." Noah's left hand settled on your shoulder, as his right sat upon Scott's. He knew that if anybody could locate his son, it would be his two best friends.

You turned to Scott, pushing back every inclination to poke fun at his missing front tooth, before you nodded your head toward him, "Okay, Scotty. Where should we start?"

Twenty minutes had already passed by the time you peered down to your watch - red and blue pictures staring back at you, a Spiderman-themed timekeeper courtesy of Stiles for your eighth birthday. Stiles was still missing and you were running out of hiding places.

You huffed, frustrated at your inability to find him, and it prompted Scott to turn around with consoling eyes, "We'll find him, Y/N. Promise." A tight-lipped smile was all you could reply with before Scott hummed, his gaze flicking around the room in thought. You could've sworn you saw a lightbulb go off as an idea struck his young mind, that gap-tooth smile making another appearance, "Okay, how about we split up? I'll go outside and you can check some more upstairs!"

It was a good plan, you thought, despite already ducking your heads into the upstairs bathroom and Stiles' bedroom without any success. You wondered if Scott was trying to distract you, to buy some time as he tried to think of something better - but you complied regardless, not wanting to give up on looking for your friend. Especially after the weighted events of today.

Your little steps made the boards creak as you ascended the staircase, any further moves stopped as you ended up standing aimlessly in the landing. Stiles wouldn't have ventured far, he wasn't that type of kid, choosing to instead make new places out of the ones he already knew - and it reminded you of all the times you couldn't find him during Hide and Seek. Your friend was as creative as he was mischievous and it made such a simple game into an absolute challenge.

It wasn't until you remembered the one place you actually found him, before any of this creativity of his fell into serious play. It was obvious the more you thought about it and suddenly, a smile tugged up between your cheeks at the possibility that you knew where Stiles would be.

The hinges of his bedroom door carried a long squeak as you gently pushed it open, the echo loud as it bounced around the room. It didn't look any different to when you and Scott were here earlier, your watch now indicating that it had been twenty-four minutes since you declared your search party mission to Noah Stilinski. It was dull at first - the sorrowful sound of a cry, a sniffle to interrupt the heartache of a young boy. You hadn't noticed it before but now you found it hard not to. You followed it slowly as if any quick movements would set him off, and it led you to where you wanted to be.

"Stiles?" Your voice was tender and quiet, an alert to let him know that you had finally found him. Your friend sniffled in reply and your smile quickly dropped to a worried frown. You stared at the closet before opening the door - light filtering inside before highlighting the cowered figure of Stiles in the corner.

His knees dragged to his chest as arms locked around them, face buried except for the big glassy brown eyes you knew too well. He was heavily distraught and your heart ached dearly for him. You cooed before walking in beside him and taking a seat, your arms brushing as a form of comfort. Legs were crossed in front of you as your hands settled in your lap, gaze now trained on the boy as he had yet to look away from you.

"We've been looking for you." You spoke, head tilting only slightly to better see his face.

Stiles took a shaky breath as arms dragged over his eyes, an attempt to wipe away the trail of tears that had been nursing him in your absence. His voice was scratchy and fractured, "There were too many people... and they kept saying sorry, a-and it was too much."

"I know." Your arm reached out for him as it sat idly on his shoulder, trying to soothe his sobs. Stiles' head leaned against it swiftly as a form of comfort. "We can stay up here a little longer if ya want?"

He sat up straight; eyes widened as honey-glazed hues stared back at you, doe-like and sparked with hope. He was glad that you didn't try to force him back downstairs. "D'ya mean it?"

"Of course." Arms were held wide toward Stiles, an offering for him to fall into them before you enclosed them tightly around his frame. The embrace was sweet, and soon regarded as necessary as Stiles began to cry into your shoulder. He was tired of it all.

His voice was muffled, but you could still make out his words as the boy pressed further into you. "She's really gone, Y/N. Mom's gone." Your hands moved in circles over his jacket as he continued to cry, something your parents would do when you were upset to make you feel better. And as you did, Stiles' hands grasped the fabric at the back of your dress and pulled you against his chest - the mere thought of letting you go scaring him into thinking he'd lose you too.

Your features were scrunched as your brows furrowed and lips downturned. If made you coo, a soft hum, shushing delicately into the young boy's ear, "She is, Stiles. But I'll help you get through it. I'll always be here for you."

"Promise?"

"Pinky promise."

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien x reader #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski fic #stiles stilinski imagine #dylan o'brien fic #dylan o'brien imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf fic #stiles stilinski x you #teen wolf x you #twentyfour series #twentyfour obriengf

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