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strangerstilinski · 7 months
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𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐭. 1 — 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐞
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| 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏 | ⋆ | 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐 | ⋆ | 𝐩𝐭. 𝟑 | ⋆ | 𝐩𝐭. 𝟒 |
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You'd both sworn. You'd sworn that you wouldn't subject yourselves to sex in the Jeep ever again. Not after the last time ended with so many unnecessary injuries between the two of you. Following one rolled ankle, a noticeable egg on the back of your head, and a bruise to Stiles' elbow that had been so worryingly dark that the purple had been mottled with spots nearly black in color, it was decided that handjobs were fine, blowjobs were great, fingering was.. sufficient. But full-out sex — You had sworn, never again. And, yet..
You can't find it in yourself to care when the dizzying warmth of Stiles' breath falls against your spit slick, kiss swollen lips. Your mouths have separated only as a result of the way he's trying to maneuver you into a better position, a closer position, large hands encasing your waist as he drags you over to straddle his lap. The moment you've settled against his thighs, his hands are already pushing their way up underneath your skirt, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties as his mouth finds its way to your cheek, your jaw, your neck.
And fuck if your own hands aren't already scrambling to undo the button on his jeans, tearing them open and pushing up on your knees just enough that you two of you can work his pants and boxers down his thighs just a few inches.
His cock springs free, already almost fully hard with the anticipation of what's to come, and your mouth nearly waters at the sight. You will never tire of the sight of Stiles' cock, you're sure of it. When your hand wraps around him, your fingers don't meet, and when you give the fat length of him a gentle tug, he groans deliciously into the skin of your throat, hips jerking up as he chases the feeling.
“Hey, slow down, why don'tcha?” Stiles teases softly, “Why're you in such a hurry, huh? Got somewhere else to be or-” He cuts off with another quiet groan as you twist your wrist the way he likes, “Or something?”
“Shush, you.” You reply with a smacking kiss to his mouth.
His fingers are moving in a teasing touch beneath your skirt, skimming the sensitive skin of your belly before finding home on your thighs. He gives the softness a pinch just hard enough to have you gasping before he's slipping beneath the fabric to drag long fingers between your folds.
“Shit, babe,” Stiles groans, his lips finding your cheek again before he drops a light kiss to your chin, “You're this wet already?” He asks, as if you haven't been working each other up for the last twenty minutes with heated touches and even hotter kisses.
He punctuates his question by slipping two fingers inside you in a ridiculously easy glide, the stretch making your eyebrows pull together as your jaw falls slack. He's giving you shallow thrusts, trying to open you up a little and get you ready for what will come next, and your free hand falls to his arm, tethering yourself with fingers circling his wrist in a firm grip. The way the muscles in his arm work with each drag out and then back in has your fingernails digging little crescent moons beneath the dark hairs on his forearm.
Your head is thrown back in pleasure, and it feels like it might weigh a million pounds when you drag it forward again to drop your forehead to his, your hips rocking down onto his fingers and your hand still working him to full hardness, closing over the head of his cock and collecting his precome just to slip back down his length again and again.
It had been days of longing glances across crowded rooms, and lingering touches that were a little unnecessary but desperately craved, and pushing maybe a little too far into each other's space when one of you needed to grab something just to feel the sparks along your skin. Each tiny moment shared had built upon one another slowly, day after day, and now that you're together, skin on skin and teeth and tongues on lips — that fire between you finally burns bright again.
You're both panting a little breathlessly already, worked up beyond belief after not finding moment alone like this in what feels like ages. Hot breaths mingle between your parted lips, the sound of it broken up by the quiet little noises clawing their way up your throats.
You've missed him desperately amidst the chaos that the week has brought. You find yourself wanting him to wreck you beyond repair, to turn your brain inside out until he is all that remains — no stresses about infuriating assholes in the form of college professors, or pack disputes, or the supernatural threat of the week — and the way Stiles continues to work his fingers inside you, pushing in deep until he's caressing that spot that makes your vision white out a bit at the edges, you think he's well on his way toward that wreckage.
“Condom?” You question desperately, tugging at his wrist in signal for him to extract himself from you.
He's muttering to himself while he fumbles to get access to where his back pocket is scrunched up beneath his thighs and you push up onto your knees all the while, maneuvering your underwear down one leg and then the other until you're free of them. When he produces the little foil packet, you take it from him without prompt, tearing it open and rolling it down over him in a quick, practiced motion that has him biting his lips together to hold back a curse.
Stiles slides his hips down the seat a bit further and grips the backs of your thighs to support you as you guide his tip to your entrance. The moment you start to sink down, his fingers dig into the doughy flesh of your thighs, fingertips curling below the curve of your ass to help spread you wider as he fills you up nice and slow.
“You got it, baby,” Stiles praises quietly, lips catching against your cheekbone to leave a small peck to your flushed skin, “There y'go.”
You're shuddering through your breaths as you accommodate to the stretch, knowing that every inch just a precursor to where he's thickest at the base. It's slow going, painful and delicious all at once, but when your hips finally meet his, clit nestling right up against the thatch of hair that trails from his belly button down to where you're connected, you let out a breathy sigh of relief.
Now that you're seated, his hands leave your backside to skate higher, rough fingertips dragging up to the back of your skirt to massage at your spine. You feel him fiddle with the zip at the back, his eyes meeting yours in silent question before you're nodding and he's giving it a tug and freeing you from the thick fabric.
You can't help but look down, and that first glimpse of where you've sucked him in, where he's filling you to the brim, has you eagerly rocking your hips a little to test the stretch. There's still a bit of an ache, a sharp little sting where you're stretched the widest, but it's lessening already and you can feel that pleasurable fullness behind your navel settling in.
“Almost,” You update him quietly, combing your fingers through the strands of his hair and grinning softly when he cranes into your touch, “Jus' need another minute.”
“Take as much time as you need,” He returns earnestly, “You know I'm just enjoying gettin' you like this. Missed you. This week was the worst.”
And it truly has been. Nearly every minute of every day, start to finish, has been an onslaught of lectures and assignments due and pack bullshit that you're both inevitably dragged into every goddamn time — the presence of the token pack humans always necessary if only to give another perspective to a mundane issue that, really, probably could've been solved by your brother and his co-alpha alone. Scott and Derek really shouldn't need to drag the two of you into every little problem — which in turn would leave the two of you with ample time to sneak off somewhere to do this, perhaps in a bed, without the risk of bonked heads or twisted ankles or the bruises that came with ravishing each other in such close confines. And yet, and yet.
You nod in agreement, fingers tangling in the hair at his nape to give it a soft tug, “Been so busy with classes. N' there've been way, way too many pack meetings,” You complain in a quiet huff, “Not enough time for this..” He grumbles his own agreement as your thumb finds the large beauty mark beneath his ear, “I missed you too.” You return softly.
Stiles is patient as ever, his fingers taking the time to explore every bit of exposed skin on your body with a gentle touch. His arms circle your waist only to release you a second later to run his warm palms up your spine and give your shoulders a squeeze. His movements slow for a moment when he finds the band of your bra, pinching and unclasping it in a practiced motion, and then his big hands are making their way back to the front of your ribs, thumbs dragging against the soft underside of your breasts as he dips his head to press kisses to the newly exposed skin.
You lean back a bit to give him more space to work, savoring in the feeling of his mouth peppering soft kisses over your breasts as your own hands fall from his neck to rest on his pecs. Your fingers trail over dark freckles that dot his skin, nails scraping ever so gently into the patch of hair at the center of his chest.
Even with the windows cracked to let in a bit of the crisp autumnal air, the temperature in the Jeep creeps higher, the windows already fogged over with a thin sheen of condensation that smears lightly when you brace your right hand against the window. Five little streaks through the microscopic drops of water covering the cool glass, one to mark where each of your fingers scrape across the surface as you finally rise up onto your knees.
A pitiful little grunt falls from your lips as you drop back down, the sound pushed out with the sheer depth that his cock manages to reach in this position, so full that you can nearly taste him at the back of your throat.
You settle into a slow rhythm and Stiles grabs a hold of your hips as you do, but he's not guiding you, no. He's not aiming for control, not pushing you to go harder or faster, but rather simply holding on and following your movements, his thumbs tracing little concentric circles against the sides of you belly as you go at your own pace.
“Fuck,” You groan when your knees slip a little against the leather seat. It pushes him impossibly deeper than before, driving his tip against your cervix in a way that erupts goosebumps along your skin even in the warm car. “You’re so deep. 'S so big, baby. You're so big-”
You're not even sure what's coming out of your mouth, already a little drunk on the feeling of being filled so completely, on the slick drag every time you rise up and then the sharp jolt to every one of your nerve endings with each thrust back down. Despite the ramblings falling from your lips, or perhaps because of them, Stiles begins to make little noises of his own — guttural moans against the curve of your throat, quiet grunts each time he hits deep.
He tips his head back and the warm brown in his eyes is almost completely taken over by black with how his pupils have blown wide. You catch sight of a small bead of sweat as it works its way out of his hair and begins a slow trail down his temple but you're kissing it away before it can reach his cheekbone. The salt of it lingers on your lips when your tongue runs over them just a moment later.
Dark eyes watch you move with rapt attention, his lips parted to let out low groans of encouragement. It takes a few minutes for him to find his voice, but when he does, his words send heat flooding through you.
“So good,” He tells you, hand tucking a lock of sweat-dampened hair behind your ear before his wide palm settles against the side of your neck, his voice thick with arousal, “Always so good. You're- Shit, y're so tight. So warm. So perfect.”
The thumb resting at the bottom of your cheek creeps up higher, rubbing the plush of your bottom lip until your jaw falls slack in acceptance and then he's cupping your chin and pushing the pad of his finger down against the softness of your tongue. You bite down softly with a moan and your bottom teeth dig into the meat of his palm with just how deep he's got his thumb before you're pulling off just a little and closing your lips around it, sucking and swirling your tongue and reeling at the way his eyes flutter shut with a groan, like he can't quite handle the sight in combination with the way you're riding him slow and deep.
When he removes his thumb, you suck harder to combat the spit that threatens to cling to the digit, but it doesn't make much of a difference because he's already sliding his hand around the back of your neck and bringing your mouth down against his.
You brace one hand on his stomach to aid your moments as your tongues meet in a hungry kiss. A whimper finds its way up your throat when he rubs his free hand achingly slow up and down the front of your thigh, around to grope your ass and then back, smoothing and squeezing along your skin like he wants to be touching you more — Harder, tighter, everywhere all at once.
He's so, so deep like this and you can tell it's affecting him too. His kisses are hungry as he licks into your mouth, a little messy while his nose presses into your cheek and his fingers graze your waist on their journey toward your chest. He's thumbing over the peaks of your nipples, swallowing up your moans with his own, breathing a little like he's the one getting the air punched out of his lungs every time you seat yourself, burying him deep enough that the head of his cock is driving into that spot that makes you see stars.
Your brain goes a little hazy with your budding orgasm, tiny noises becoming more frequent, falling against his mouth a bit like a plea. You don't need to explain, Stiles is already dragging his hand up to push between your thighs, thumb circling your clit the way he knows you like. Your eyebrows furrow as you slip from the kiss, far too focussed on chasing your high now. You bounce a little faster, shallower, fingers scraping at the pale skin of his chest, eyes pinched shut as your thighs tremble with exertion and your knees ache.
Heat licks across your body, a bead of sweat trickling down your spine as your movements start to become a little more difficult. You're so close — so close-
“C'mon, you're doing so good, baby.” Stiles says with far too much tenderness, far too much amazement.
“Fuck,” You whimper, shaky breaths tearing from your chest as you teeter closer and closer, “Fuckfuckfuck-”
“You got it. You can do it. C'mon-”
His gentle praises send you careening over the edge and your whole body shakes as you try to work through it. You're struggling, but then Stiles' hands are under your ass again, guiding you this time, gripping the backs of your thighs tight as he supports some of your weight and helps you ride out your high. Every nudge of his cock against the deepest parts of you has you moaning louder, brain going a little fuzzy as your orgasm peaks but never quite dies off.
Your arms curl around his shoulders, digging your face into his neck as you gasp against his skin, thighs shaking as he keeps guiding you back and forth, not pulling out nearly as far now before he's dragging you against him and filling you back up. Your breasts are pushed tight against his chest. The smell of his aftershave is in your nose and your forehead is pressed into his sweat slicked neck. You're panting, nearly drooling on his shoulder as you try to lock your knees to hold yourself in place, thighs feeling exhausted and like jelly all at once.
“Sti. Fuck, baby, I can't-” A moan cuts you off as it rolls off your tongue, “My legs can't-”
“Aw, your legs too tired, baby girl?” He asks, and it comes out a little condescending. You can practically see the satisfied little smirk on his face, even from where your own is buried in his neck as you nod. He lifts you up a little higher, hands still grasping at the crease where your thighs meet your ass as he adjusts his hips beneath you, “Need me to do the work now?”
The teasing in his voice has your body going traitorously pliant, your voice weak when it finally comes, “Please.”
“I got you,” Stiles promises, taking a little pity. He drags one hand toward the center of your spine while the other falls to the outside of your knee to hold you steady, “I got you..”
The first thrust up into you has you crying out. Not hitting nearly as deep as before, but he's driving in so much harder, so much faster. It pulls whiny little gasps from your lips with each thrust and your jaw's gone slack where it's buried in his neck as his skin slaps against yours with every snap of his hips. The sound of it is loud, and the combination of noises both lewd and salacious only proves to turn you on that much more.
“Shit.” Stiles grunts, voice a little hoarse and yet somehow high as it catches in his throat, “You make the prettiest noises, baby. Fuck. Just listen t' you.”
You don't entirely mean for it, but your next moan is just a little louder in response, unabashed and desperate even as you attempt to muffle the sound of it in the curve of his shoulder. The pitch his voice has taken is one that you only get to hear when he's getting unbearably close to his own peak. The sound of it is so, so sweet to your ears, mingling with the obscenely wet glide of his cock sliding in and out of you.
“'M gonna come,” He warns, his hips jerking just a bit rougher, a bit less coordinated as he fucks up into you, “Shit. Shit, sweetheart, 'm.. gonna.. come-”
His arms curl and lock around your waist as he does, dragging you down against him and burying himself so deep that it has you crying out again, fingers digging into his shoulders where your arms have curled under his to hold tight. He comes with a moan and a grunt that both get muffled with the way his face is now hidden in your hair, his cock kicking up inside you as he releases into the condom.
The increased stimulation against your sensitive walls has you going a little teary in the best way, overwhelmed but loving every moment of it, and you roll your hips over him despite the soreness in your thighs just to hear the way he groans in response.
You pull back just enough to lock your fingers in the hair at his nape and tug him into a sweet kiss, it's warm and a little sweaty as your lips slide together but it's also so full of unspoken thanks and emotion and undeclared love.
When you lean back again to collectively catch your breath, his thumb finds your wet eyelashes and swipes at them gently.
“Oh- hey, you good?” He checks with concern, his free hand already at your waist and drawing soft patterns along your skin, “You okay?”
You turn your head into the hand on your cheek and press a kiss to the center of his palm, scraping at his scalp beneath sweat-dampened locks, “I'm good,” You promise, “Gonna be sore as fuck tomorrow though, God.”
A smirk finds its way onto his face, “Fucked you so good you're gonna have trouble walkin', huh?”
“Shut up,” You huff, a laugh slipping out in contradiction to your weak display of annoyance, “But with the way my thighs feel right now? Yeah.”
You wince as you push up onto your knees, both from the ache left behind as he slips out and from the soreness in your legs. When you rise up a little higher, your head hits the roof with a painful thump and you can't bite back a curse.
Stiles is quick to bring a hand up to the back of your head with a sympathetic wince, cradling the tender spot on your skull softly, “Oh, shit, y'alright?”
“Ow,” You respond with a pout, your own hand reaching back to cover his over your hair, “Stupid Jeep n' stupid metal roof..”
“Hey,” Stiles frowns, “Don't blame the Jeep, alright? It's not Roscoe's fault you bumped your head.”
“Is too.”
It comes out in a huff and Stiles chuckles in amusement at your disgruntled expression as he slips his hands under your thighs to help you dismount from his lap completely. You fall into the seat beside him and drop your calves over his knees, bumping your forehead against his shoulder in a silent gesture of gratitude.
After a few long minutes wrapped up in each other as you collect yourselves, you both gather your haphazardly discarded clothing and redress. Stiles digs out a new air freshener from the glove compartment and adds it to the hoard of them already hanging from the rearview mirror. Another little tree to the collection, this one a pretty shade of purple and smelling of berries, dropping to sit right atop number of similarly shaped scented hangers in a wide array of colors.
And later, when you're forced to part ways, you push up onto your toes as you lean back in through the driver's side window of the Jeep for one final kiss. The breeze is cool against your thighs as it catches beneath your skirt, goosebumps causing you to tighten your fingers around the window frame as you prepare to lean back. Stiles has a hand coming up to the back of your neck to hold you in place at the first sign that you're about to pull away, stretching the kiss out for as long as he can get away with. It's a sickly sweet press of lips. One that will hopefully be enough to hold you over until you get the chance to have him like this again.
A glance over your shoulder as you walk away has your gaze meeting Stiles one last time, elation and melancholy both pulling at the edges of your lips until you're left with a saccarine smile to pair with your tiny wave goodbye. Your fingers come up to brush your lips as you begin to turn away, and when you extend your hand in his direction Stiles nearly throws himself out the open window to catch the invisible kiss that you've sent his way. His unnecessary enthusiasm has you stifling a giggle as you finally turn your back to him and make your way down the street.
You're forced to jog around the block from where Stiles has dropped you a safe distance from your house, hopping into the shower the moment you get home to wash away any and all evidence of the afternoon from your skin.
It's with skin scrubbed clean and a heavy heart that you head to the washing machine and dump your clothes inside to extinguish the lingering smell of Stiles that you know clings to the fabric, of you and Stiles, together.
And when Scott pauses the load mid-wash with the intention of throwing a shirt in, your brother is sure to complain about the way you've pointedly used the scented detergent — the overpowering artificial smell of lavender much too strong an irritant to his overly-sensitive, supernatural, wolfy nose — But, you remind yourself, if you want to keep up this thing with Stiles, which you desperately do, then that's just how this has to go, because, well.
𝐒 𝐜 𝐨 𝐭 𝐭 𝐲 𝐃 𝐨 𝐞 𝐬 𝐧 ' 𝐭 𝐊 𝐧 𝐨 𝐰 .
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𝐚/𝐧; 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝!𝐌𝐜𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠!! 𝐢 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬. 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐦 — 𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐬.
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rubylize · 1 year
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Drunk
Summary: Stiles is drunk and he gets dropped off at your house.
Pairing: Stiles x reader
Word count: 890
Warnings: none
Stiles had gotten drunk and Scott had dropped him off with Y/n, who was dating Stiles. “Who are you?” Stiles asked her. She smiled at him, “Someone.” She grabbed him by the arms, “Hey! I have a girlfriend, get your hands off me!” He frowned.
Y/n let him go, “What’s your girlfriend's name?” Stiles laughed, “Her name is fishy!” He slurred. Y/n raised her eyebrows, “Fishy?” She mumbled. “Can I help you to your bed?” She asked. Stiles frowned, “No, no I have a girlfriend.” Y/n laughed, “I promise I won’t do anything to you, I just want you to go to sleep.” She explained, amusingly.
It was quite funny to Y/n to see Stiles in this situation.
“Oh okay. But don’t do anything!” He warned, Y/n started carrying him upstairs to her room. “Where does fishy live?” Stiles frowned at the question “Good question. I don’t know..” Y/n gasped fakely, “You lost your girlfriend?!” Stiles widened his eyes, “Call my dad he can help me look for her! He’s the sheriff,” he said worriedly.
He then laughed at himself when Y/n put him on the bed, “Why are you laughing?” Stiles’ laughing stopped, “Because Fishy isn’t actually my girlfriend hehe.” Y/n pouted fakely “You lied to me?” Stiles’ eyes softened “Yeah, so?” He laughed. “Ouch. Do you normally lie?” Stiles looked at her, “No. I only lie to strangers.”
Y/n nodded in understanding, Y/n kneeled down to take off his shoes, socks, she then reached for his belt. “Hey! Not touchy.” He mumbled, “Fine I won’t unless you tell me who your girlfriend is.” She challenged him. “Oh that’s easy!” He slurred happily. “S-she is wonderful, she is really pretty, I like her a lot, hmm or maybe love her? Her name is Y/n.” He said.
“I’m sure she loves you too.” Y/n reached for his belt buckle again, “Stop it.” He mumbled. “Stiles, I'm not gonna hurt you.” She assured, she then took his pants off and put some shorts on. “Want me to take off your shirt?” She asked him. “No.” He said, he then took off his shirt for himself.
Stiles laid on the bed and before Y/n could do anything else he fell asleep, she covered him with a separate blanket. She got pills and a water bottle to put on the nightstand, she also got a trash can, then eventually climbed into bed too.
She heard a groan, making her remember Stiles is here with probably a hangover. She sits up, “Stiles you okay?” She asked softly, Stiles shook his head and then randomly hurried to the bathroom to throw up. Y/n followed him, seeing that he’s kneeled down in front of the toilet, clutching on the side of the seat.
She kneeled down to rub his back softly, after he finished throwing up, he wiped his mouth and then he flushed the toilet. He put the seat down and laid down for a second, Y/n kissed him on the forehead, she then sat next to him. Stiles peaked at his girlfriend, she gave him a reassuring smile.
“Need help getting up?” She asked softly, her boyfriend nodded in response, she got up first and then pulled him up. Stiles washed his hands, before gently grabbing his girlfriend's hand and heading towards her bed. Stiles laid down first while Y/n got the pill and water she got last night, she handed it to him, making him sit up and take the pill and swallowing it with ease.
Stiles drank more of the water before handing it back to her and laying back down. Y/n laid next to him, “Do you have a migraine?” She asked softly, he nodded again. She got closer to him and wrapped her arms over his head and massaged his scalp. Stiles hummed in pleasure, he laid on his girlfriend's arm, but leaned in closer so his face was on her chest.
“Best girlfriend ever.” He mumbled, and kissed her neck. Y/n smiled softly and kissed his forehead. Stiles put his arm on her waist, “You said your girlfriend was someone named Fishy and then you started laughing because you lied. I asked you if you ever lied and you said no but only to strangers. You didn’t let me touch you at all cause you had a girlfriend.“
Y/n explained last nights events softly, Stiles chuckled softly, “Fishy.” He repeated. “I asked you where Fishy lived and you said you didn’t know so I asked you if you lost her. You told me to call your dad cause he was the sheriff.” Y/n giggled at the last part.
Y/n still continued to massage his scalp, “Did I mention that I love you?” He asked, Y/n stopped massaging his scalp a second and Stiles stiffened. “You did.” She said softly. “Good.” Y/n smiled, “I love you.” She said it back. “I would kiss you but I have vom-“ he started explaining, but was interrupted by lips on his.
He pulled apart, “I have, vomit breath!” He exclaimed. “I don’t care.” Y/n told him, she kissed him again, this time Stiles let her.
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wildflowerdylan · 2 years
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WITH BENEFITS
PART ONE - PART TWO - PART THREE
Pairing : Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Warnings : Smut-like content, 18+ content, enemies to lovers, cursing.
Concept : College can change a lot of things. Some of those things might even be the status of your friendship. At least, that’s what happened with Stiles and Y/N.
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Lydia and Kira burst into my apartment to find me in a pink faux leather mini skirt and a lace corset top. “Hey, gorgeous!” Lydia chimed, looking me up and down. “Hi,” I hum back. “Grab anything from the fridge.” The two nod and snatch something out as I finish fixing my hair in the mirror. Once I’m done, I walk over to sit next to them. “So…” Lydia begins. I look at her for a moment, before turning to look at my cup. “Y/N, it’s been two weeks and you and Stiles have done nothing but avoid each other.” I nod my head, “I know…” Kira speaks up softly, “Maybe that’s for the best though?” We both turn towards her. “I mean, they have been arguing less.” I laugh slightly, but Lydia is not as amused. “Yeah, but they aren’t arguing because neither one is hanging out with the group anymore.” I looked at her quickly, “Stiles isn’t going either?” She shakes her head, “He leaves the apartment until Scott texts him to come back.” I sigh, “It’s hard to burry the hatchet, you guys…” They both sit in silence, knowing this is true. Another knock hits my door before two couples walk in - Allison and Isaac and Mason and Corey. We all say our hello’s and they begin to pregame for the soon-to-be party as well. This meant that, luckily, the conversation steers away from Stiles and I... until Liam and Malia come in.
“Are we just going to ignore the fact that this is the first time Y/N and Stiles are going to be in the same room since the ultimatum was made?” Everyone turns to Malia. “I know I’m not great with social cues, but come on… We need a game plan.” Everyone stays silent, not sure what to say. “She’s right.” I speak suddenly, surprising everyone. “How are we supposed to plan for you guys to not bitch at each other? If it was that easy, there wouldn’t be a problem in the first place.” Liam comments quickly. I nod my head in agreement, “I know… But we’ve never tried this plan…” I pick up a bottle of vodka and a shot glass. “The only time Stiles hasn’t made me wanna kill him is when I’m drunk.”
So, that’s what we did. We all got drunk off our asses in the spirit of making tonight as good as possible. About an hour and ten shots each later, we all started our walk to Scott and Stiles’ apartment for their party. We each walked in and were all greeted by the two hosts despite there already being a rather large crowd. Everyone at the party was pretty drunk, but no one was as drunk as us. A few hours and many more drinks passed before Stiles finally walked over to me. “Hey,” He forced. I rolled my eyes at him, too drunk to care. “Let’s go dance!” I said excitedly. The boy furrows his brows in confusion at me, “Aren’t you supposed to hate me still…” I laugh and shove him playfully, “We’re being friendly now, remember?” Stiles looks at me and laughs slightly, finally realizing how out of it I am.
It was now almost 2:00 AM and everyone but the pack members had left. Scott and Kira had fled to his room not too long ago and the other two couples had left around midnight. Malia was passed out in the corner while Lydia and Liam were arguing about who is Scott’s favorite - an argument that really had no answer to, but in their drunken state needed to be argued. 
Conversely, Stiles and I were still dancing. It was a great night, especially for Scott’s ultimatum.
I felt myself yawn, “I think it’s time for me to go home.” Stiles looked down at me, arms still warped around my waist drunkenly. He nodded his head before gasping excitedly, “Stay here!” I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows and then looked around at the dirty living room. “Come on, Y/N!” Stiles slurred. “It’ll be like a sleepover!” I laughed at him, not used to seeing this side of him. “Stiles, this place is a disaster.” He looked around for himself before nodding happily, “Stay in my room!” I looked at him in astonishment. “Your room?” He nodded again, “Yeah! I mean Scott wants us to be friends, what’s more friendly than that?” I smiled up at him, his words making a whole lot of sense. “Okay!” We drunkenly walked up the steps to his bedroom, just barely avoiding falling down them. He led me to his room and opened the door. “What?” He smiles as he notices me still standing in the doorway. “Your room,” I smile, “It’s exactly as I would’ve imagined it to be.” He smiles at me sloppily, “You’ve seen my room before.” I nod my head, “Yeah, but I never really looked...” He just smiles again before nodding and sifting through his drawers.
“Do you need a change of clothes?” I shrugged, “I can just sleep in this.” He turns to look at me up and down, “Are you sure?” I shrug again. “I guess I could get a little more comfortable…” He nods his head once, not taking his eyes off me as a new wave of feelings hit me. I unzip my shirt and let it fall down to the ground, revealing the small black underwear on my body. “Got a shirt?” I smirk, still not totally sure of what I was doing. Stiles nods with a nervous gulp before grabbing the closet t-shirt he could feel without tearing his eyes off of me. Stiles threw the shirt over to me, watching as I caught it with ease and turned around. I rip my top off, revealing my bare back to him, and then I slip the t-shirt on over my head. I turn around again and smile. Stiles gulps again before ripping his own shirt and pants off quickly. “Mind if we share a bed?” He says just barely above a whisper. I shake my head and watch as he slips under the covers just before I follow his move. We both turn on our sides and face each other delicately. “You know, you’re a lot more tolerable when I’m drunk.” He laughed quietly, “You’re a lot more tolerable when you’re drunk, too.” I scoff and shove him playfully again, but this time Stiles grabs my hand and pulls me slightly closer.
“What are you doing?” I say barely above a whisper, my eyes traveling back and forth from his own eyes and his lips. Stiles doesn’t answer me, but instead takes my gaze as permission. He fills the gap between up in and places his lips on my own. At first, I was taken aback. What the hell was this kid doing? More importantly, why did I like it? 
I slithered my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers in his hair. He groaned into my mouth as I inched closer. Stiles began moving his lips down my neck, his hand traveling down my body. I moaned in response before rolling over and straddling him. I sat up and looked huim into his eyes the way he did into mine - with hunger. “Stiles,” I started, through labored breath after the heavy makeup session we just had. “Are you sure we should do this?” He shrugged his shoulders, “It’s not like we’re about to ruin a friendship or anything.” I chuckled slightly, nodding my head. “Great,” I smirked. He mirrored my expression but with anticipation. I moved my hands down to the hem of the shirt and ripped it over my head, revealing my bare breasts. I heard him gasp lightly, “God help me…” I bend down and continue the kiss, but Stiles isn’t satisfied. He rolls me over quickly, removing what was left on my body and diving right in. To say this boy’s tongue was magical is an understatement. It wasn’t too long before I was doing the same to him and listening to his grunts like the radio. He eventually pulled me back up, not wanting to cum in my mouth. We proceeded to roll around the bed in as many positions as we could think of in our drunken state before we both finally finished. We both move to slam our backs into the bed and look up at the ceiling breathlessly. “Whoa.”
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lillialuvb · 2 months
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To Forge a Pack: Chapter Twelve
A shopping excursion, and after a visit from Derek, Noah and Stiles have a talk.
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⊱ ─《I Cannot Stand You!》─ ⊰ Master List
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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱᴛɪʟᴇꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟɪɴꜱᴋɪ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴄᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋꜱ, ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ʜᴀʀᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴍ ᴏꜰ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ, ᴄᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ, ꜱᴄʀᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ,ʙʀɪᴇꜰ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴜʀɢɪɴɢ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴡᴇʟʟ, ɪɴꜱᴇᴄᴜʀɪᴛɪᴇꜱ, ᴍᴀʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ, ʟᴏᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ꜱᴄᴏᴛᴛ'ꜱ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴄᴀʟ ʀɪᴠᴀʟꜱ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʙɪʀᴛʜ, ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴇʟʏ ᴋɪᴅꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ꜱʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏᴛʜ ꜱᴛɪʟᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴄᴏᴛᴛ, ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ, ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ ʜᴇʀ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴏʟ ꜰᴏʀ 7 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ, ꜱʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴀᴄᴏɴ ʜɪʟʟꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴇᴘ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, 2 ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ
a/n - this is an old series i started when i first started writing fanfictions and there were a lot of problems with it but now i am finally updating it after so long. all of the chapters that i have done are linked below but be warned that not all of them are updated, only a few. but they will all be updated and more chapters are set to come... hopefully!
Part 1(Updated)
Part 2 (Updated)
Part 3 (Updated)
Part 4 
Part 5 
Part 6 - A - B
Part 7 
Part 8 
Part 9
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voidsbabe · 1 month
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People being people
Pairing: Stiles x reader
Summary: Stiles meets a stranger in a coffee shop. Just people being people.
Warning: English isn’t my first language so I’m trying my best.
Hey guys, this is something new. I guess I had to put my feeling somewhere and well this story is just it. I don't know if you are going to like this. I hope you will. Enjoy ❤️ and let me know what you think!!
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„I met someone” you hear and suddenly the time stops. First punch in your face. You don’t hear how the glass shatters, you don’t even feel dropping your wine glass. You look at the man that was yours for the past 3 years and suddenly you don’t recognize him.
„And she’s pregnant…” Second punch in the face. You gasp desperately for air. You feel your throat closing and sudden burst of tears coming up but you can’t say anything. You just stare at Theo  for whoever know how long. It may be minutes or hours. It definitely feels like years to you. 
„W-what?” You whisper unable to speak louder.
„I know it just…I don’t know what should I tell you. I know that nothing I say will ease your pain. I just…I’m so sorry y/n” he says. You look him in the eyes, but there’s nothing. Just void. And suddenly you realize that he has never loved you. Especially not in the way that you did. Not with his whole heart. 
Theo stands up and kiss you in the forehead  „goodbye y/n”.
You close your eyes trying to control the wave of sadness that’s filling your heart but it doesn’t help at all. You burst in tears right where you are. Right here. In your favorite place in the whole world. In yours and his coffee shop. Yours and his spot. Right where he asked you to be his girlfriend. You sit there, tears dropping at the table and you just can’t move. 3 years of beautiful relationship just died. Like it didn’t mean anything. 
„What the hell am I supposed to do?” You whisper to yourself.
„Well, I think that you’re supposed to heal from that” you hear someone saying behind you. You slowly turn around and see HIM. 
„I know you don’t really know me but let me buy you a tea and maybe a couple? Ok, a few boxes of tissues.” He says and smile at you. „I’m Stiles by the way”.
You look at him „I’m y/n.”
„It’s nice to meet you y/n but I wish the circumstances were better.” Says Stiles and sits next to you. „I know that I’m just a stranger but maybe if u tell me what happened and why such a pretty girl is crying right in the middle of the coffee house on Monday. You will feel a little bit better. Im guessing it has something to do with that guy who just left. Inferring from the fact that you are crying, I’m guessing he probably broke up with you.”
You sigh in disbelief. He’s really good at reading the situation and people.
„Well. Technically he left me because he has met someone AND got her pregnant. Can you believe this?” You say. You don’t know him so whatever. You are just a random girl in his life and so is he in yours. So yeah, what the hell.
„Wow. I DID NOT expect that. What an asshole. I’m sorry y/n. You deserve better.” He says and smiles at me. I rub the tears out of my face.
„Yeah I do. You are absolutely right. I hope he catches chlamydia” you joke and then magic happens. He laughs. He laughs so beautifully. It’s like music to your ears.
„You have a nice laugh” you say without thinking. Two red stains appears on your cheeks as you realize what you’ve just said. „I’m sorry. It’s not really an appropriate things for me to say especially in my position.”
„No, no. It is appropriate because we are just people being people.” He says and looks at you smiling.
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„We are just people being people. That’s what you’ve told me 5 years ago in that coffee house. It was at this moment that I’ve realized that we’re just two strangers who sit together. One broken soul and as I know now my guardian angel who fixed that soul and heart. After that one meeting was many more. There were just some random meetings like going to movies or going skating. But later our meeting weren’t really meeting of two friends. They were dates and we both knew that. I remember that one particular date or as I should say not-a-date where Stiles texted me at 3 am to dress up and sneak out of my apartment to go out as I thought. He took me on a late night drive and we were singing our favorite songs. Suddenly my life came together and I was feeling it in every cell in my body. I was and I am so happy. Little did I know that Stiles will randomly in the middle of the song ask me to be his girlfriend. Of course I said yes just like I said yes when he kneeled on one knee in Paris. I guess If I said no I wouldn’t be standing here in white dress.” You laugh and look with tears of happiness on your husband. „To the point, after that stupid day 5 years ago I NEVER imagined myself with someone else other than my ex. I’ve never imagined myself that happy again. Alive and happy. But here I am. A short conversation led me to the most amazing, beautiful and caring human that I could ever met. I have never thought I will find myself completely and utterly happy and in love with someone but here I am. Stiles, baby you are my everything and I’m so grateful that I have you in my life and right now that I can share my life with you till death do us parts. I love you.” You end your monologue and see Stiles raising his glass 
„To us my love” he says and drinks his champagne.
„To us” you repeat after him.
Who thought that people being people would let to dating and marriage? Who thought that being just kind to a stranger would led to that? Well, you definitely didn’t. 
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Thank you for reading!!
Love, Sue <3
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I really miss writing for teen wolf. Like a lot. Specifically stiles. Sooooo yk what to do. Send in those requests and I’ll try to get them to you before the end of the month. My sport is in season so we’re having practices non stop.
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antis0cial23 · 22 days
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Even the Flannels: Stiles Stilinski
Pairing: Stiles x Female reader/oc
Summary: Nylah shows up to Stiles' house... wearing one of Stiles' shirts
Word Count:1,685
Rating: G
Beta Read: No
Tropes: Best Friends to Lovers, unrequited love on both sides, wearing the others clothes
Disclaimer/Warnings: insert character is AFAB, named but no physical description, no warnings
Please don't translate my work without my permission! Reblogging is allowed, thanks!
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Nylah walked down the darkened sidewalk, half the streetlights out along the path to Stiles’ house. The spring evening not cold, but enough of a chill in the air to call for a long sleeve to cover her arms. Seeing his house in sight, Nylah sped up her pace a small amount, opting for the front door as opposed to his open window since the sheriff's car sat in the driveway.
“Oh, hello Nylah,” Sheriff Stilinski said after Nylah had knocked on their household's front door. “Stiles is in his room.” He said with a nod towards the stairs but before a brief questioning glance at Nylah’s shirt.
“Thank you, sir.” Nylah responded with a polite smile to the sheriff. She ascended the stairs, rounding the corner of the hallway that led to Stiles’ room. She peered into his room before she reached his open door, seeing him lying on his bed, legs propped up on the headboard and an old-looking book in his hands held above his face. She walked in plopping down on the bed next to him.
“Jesus-“ Stiles yelped in surprise, not expecting another person to appear in his room. “Nylah he… is that my shirt?” Stiles asked, placing his book on his stomach, and looking at the muted burgundy shirt Nylah wore. Nylah glanced down at the shirt she wore,
“Yeah. It’s the same one I stole the last time I was here.” She said with a shrug. She heard Stiles mutter an ok, his eyes taking a second to leave their spot on his, well now her, shirt.
“So, why are you in my bedroom at…” He trailed off, looking at the clock on his nightstand. “…nine p.m.?” Stiles asked with a raised brow, pulling his legs down from their resting spot on his headboard, opting to just fold them slightly in front of him instead and sitting up.
“Was bored and Scott told me you were doing research.” Nylah responded, grabbing the book off his stomach before he fully sat up, glancing at the heading on the page. “So, fairies?” She asked him with a raised brow.
“So not even a text that you were coming over, got it. And yes, fairies. It's for the mega monster Wikipedia I’m essentially writing.” Stiles said, marking the page with a bookmark before taking it from her hands and closing it. Nylah corrected him, calling it a bestiary, but all she received was an eye-roll from Stiles.
“So, back to the fact you’re wearing one of my shirts… Why?” Stiles asked her, his typical quizzical expression on his face, the book now discarded onto his floor with the various other papers and books.
“They’re comfy.” Nylah responded with a shrug. The shirt she had on was one of Stiles lacrosse long sleeves, ‘Beacon Hills Lacrosse’ written on the right breast, ‘Stilinski’ accompanied by Stiles’ lacrosse number sprawled on the back.
“So you stole one of my shirts, somehow considering I don’t remember you doing that, and decided wearing it back to my house was a smart decision?” Stiles questioned, amused more so than annoyed, although he wasn’t the happiest that she had managed to steal it without him noticing… but the fact that she looked as good as she did in it slightly made up for that fact.
“If you ask me to give it back, I’m stealing another.” Nylah said, holding her arms against her in an effort to protect ‘her’ shirt. “Maybe even a flannel as payback…” She said with narrowing eyes, even though her tone was joking. Stiles didn’t speak for a moment, thinking how she would look in one of his flannels, snapping himself out of the thought quickly as to not get up right there and make her put one of his notorious flannels on.
“Don’t you even dare…” Stiles said with a playful glare, his flannels one of his most prized collections.
“And I don’t even wear it that much… Still smells like your cologne.” She said, holding the sleeve up to her nose before holding her hand out for Stiles to smell the shirt. He simply raised a brow at her antics, a smile on his face.
“Next time you do steal something, I’m stealing your socks.” He said, using the most ridiculous item he could think of as an incentive for her not to steal as many articles of his clothing. Although, he wouldn’t mind if she kept his lacrosse shirt considering it bared both his name and his lacrosse number.
“Oh, so you want neon blue socks with orange hearts on them?” She asked sarcastically, referring to the current socks she wore, pressing her back to the headboard as she put her legs in his lap to show off her brightly colored socks.
“Jesus…” Stiles said with a disappointed grin. “Fine, keep your socks you insane person. Seriously, who wears socks like this?” He said with a chuckle, Nylah simply opting to kick his leg at his comment.
“Are you gonna start stealing my hoodies next, Ny?” Stiles asked her, an eyebrow raised in mock accusation.
“Who says I haven’t already?” She asked, the jovial nature of her comment along with the glint of mischief in her eyes made Stiles shake his head with a smile.
“How many of my clothes do you even own?” Stiles asked, a bit exasperated, wondering if she was the reason he couldn’t find his green hoodie or his striped long-sleeve.
“A number…” Nylah replied vaguely, avoiding eye-contact with a mischievous smile.
“At this rate, I’m just wondering what you’re going to steal next.” He shook his head, unable to keep a smile off his face at her antics. If she looked even half as good as she did wearing this shirt of his, he would gladly surrender his whole wardrobe to her... but she didn’t need to know that fact.
“You’re heart.” She responded in her best yandere voice, mocking one of the many shows they had watched late on Saturday nights when neither of their parents knew they had left their respective houses. Stiles' eyes widened a fraction, not entirely expecting her comment. In that moment, he was painfully aware she had no idea she already owned it in its entirety.
“Oh, shut it, Nylah.” He rolled his eyes, hoping it was enough to deflect from the second that his eyes displayed the want he had for her. “Stop stealing things from me, heart included.” He joked back, covering his tracks as best he could. He didn’t want to ruin whatever type of friendship they had.
“Don’t act like you don’t like it when I wear your clothes, Stilinski.” Nylah said, mainly in jest, partially in truth having noticed the small glances she got from him whenever she did. She had always chalked them up to teenage hormones, deciding it was safer to think that than Stiles maybe liking the fact that his clothes were on her.
“Nuh-uh.” Stiles responded like a child, but it was all he could come up with to deflect because any more words and he would’ve caved right there and told her he really, and he meant really, did.
“Don’t worry, Stiles, I know you do.” She said with a smug smile, patting his shoulder. Some days, like these, she tested the waters to see where she stood, her confidence taking a hit almost every time as she watched Stiles deflect.
“Does that mean you're trying to be my girlfriend by wearing my clothes?” Stiles said jokingly, although deep down in the depths of his brain he rarely let surface besides late-night images and dreams, he meant it in full.
“Does that mean you want me to be?” Nylah countered, not wanting to be the one who ruined a seemingly perfect friendship. Maybe she really did want to, but Stiles needn’t know, at least not yet.
“Yeah.” Stiles said before he could think, thanking the depths of his sarcasm for tinging the words with a sarcastic edge, saving himself from utter embarrassment and ruin, or so he thought.
“Ha. Ha. Real funny, Stiles.” Nylah rolled her eyes as she spoke, a joking smile on her face even though her insides curled in on themselves at the rejection Stiles didn’t even know he gave. Stiles thought for maybe half a second, re-evaluating his life in milliseconds.
“I’m not joking.” Stiles said, jumping off a metaphorical cliff he had been clutching onto for dear life for what felt like months. Nylah’s brows scrunched together, looking at Stiles,
“Wait—really?” She asked him, voice full of confusion and insecurity.
“Yeah…?” Stiles trailed off, a small squeak in his voice, tone uncertain to her response.
“You do know that means it's now socially acceptable for me to steal more of your clothes… Right?” Nylah responded with a wide smile, the corner of her eyes crinkling. Stiles waited for a second, processing her words, realizing the meaning behind her words, the acceptance of his horribly worded proposal to date.
“Yeah… you- you’re ok with being my girlfriend?” Stiles asked, happily but wanting to be certain.
“Stiles, we kind of already act like we are dating… I think your dad already thinks we are.” She said with furrowed brows and a smile directed at Stiles. Nylah’s eyes went wide for a moment,
“Does this mean I can take your flannels?” Nylah asked excitedly, sitting up off the headboard.
“Even the flannels… I concede.” Stiles said with a wide smile at his now girlfriend, he shook his head at her excitement.
“Yes!” Nylah cheered excitedly, already thinking of which one she would steal first.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, woman… and the death of my closet.” Stiles said with a fond smile, resting his forehead against hers with a content smile as she chuckled, a smile of her own resting on her face as well.
“Maybe, maybe not…” Nylah said, planning the closet's demise as she thought of every item she could steal. And that would be the life they lived. Stiles constantly buying new clothes since his kept disappearing, and Nylah stealing those too.
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vintageaesthetic20 · 1 year
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I Love Stiles Stilinski period and he's the best teen wolf character . You literally can't argue with me on THAT. I mean GOSH look at him...
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P.s I had to stop with the GIFs cause if i didn't then there'd be many of 'em.😬
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softspiderling · 9 months
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preview - people you know | m.s.s.
pairing: werewolf!reader x stiles stilinski
As the rest of the class filed in, you flipped your book open, not paying any attention to the class until the teacher, Coach Finstock apparently, took to the front. He was interrupted however, before he could even open the mouth as the classroom door opened yet again. You turned back to your back, tuning out the conversation, the smell of peanut butter and honey suddenly filling your nostrils. Scrunching your nose, you leaned back in your seat when someone dropped in to the empty chair in front of you, somewhat clumsily. He stretched his arms, rather obnoxiously, if you might add and it was obvious that the smell of peanut butter and honey was wafting over to your nose from him. He bounced his leg and you narrowed your eyes at his back, growing more and more annoyed. He was unable to sit still, always fidgeting. Almost like-
“Stiles.”
Author's Note: don't talk to me, I'm back in my teen wolf era
tagging @stilinskiderek just to be obnoxious
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strangerstilinski · 8 months
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𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
summary; they say ‘showering together saves water’ or.. something like that.. right? otherwise known as, the one where sheer stupidity leads stiles into the shower with his very naked girlfriend. neither one of them is complaining about the turn of events.
warnings; no use of y/n, established relationship, explicit sexual content (vaginal fingering, handjobs, mentions of oral)
word count; +3k
a/n; i fear i'm going to be perpetually unhappy with this so i'm just biting the bullet and posting it and i'm camping so here it is an hour early!! — please be nice. if you’re interested in the original version cut from my Selenophiles series, you can find that here.
please think about leaving a comment/reblogging if you enjoy! i would appreciate either one to the actual ends of the earth.
Wrapped up in a softly hummed rendition of a song that had been rattling around in your brain all day, you didn’t even hear the bathroom door open or click shut again, not alerted to Stiles’ presence until his voice suddenly sounded just to the other side of the shower curtain.
“Hey.”
It was a simple greeting. Your boyfriend remaining entirely unaware as you flinched wildly in surprise and nearly slipped in the shower on the other side of the thin sheet of plastic that separated you.
“You mind if I brush my teeth real quick?” He asked.
Your heart was still pounding away in your chest from the scare but you forced out a breathy laugh as you reached for the shampoo.
“No, of course not,” You told him easily, “Why would I mind?”
Fingertips scrubbed at your scalp, the sounds of him already beginning to brush his teeth meeting your ears over the rush of the shower as he finally responded.
“I dunno,” He said, words garbled by the toothbrush and foam in his mouth, “You’re all.. naked, so-”
“Well that’s very noble of you,” You smiled softly to yourself, “But you really didn’t have to ask.”
“Noted.” He said through a mouthful of foam before spitting into the sink.
As you began to rinse suds from your hair, you heard the telltale clacking of his toothbrush against the side of the sink as he flicked beads of water away from the bristles. You were awaiting Stiles’ quick words of goodbye when there was a loud knock at the bathroom door.
“Stiles! You in the shower?” His father’s voice sounded loudly from the hallway.
Your heart thumped quick in your chest with sudden misplaced adrenaline and you found yourself poking your head outside of the shower curtain only to be greeted by Stiles already looking in your direction with wide brown eyes.
“Uh, yeah!” He called back weakly, gaze darting around the small room as if he might suddenly find a perfect place to hide.
“Does he not know I’m here?” You whispered sharply, brows pinched together in confusion.
“No.” Stiles hissed back, “I’m kind of a little bit grounded-”
“What?” You interrupted, still whispering despite your incredulity. “You’re grounded?”
“It’s an unspoken kind of thing but definitely implied and- And I didn’t think he’d be home ‘til late!” Stiles defended in an equally hushed whisper.
“Alright, well.. You mind if I just come in and grab the Asprin real quick?” Sheriff Stilinski's voice asked loudly.
Stiles’ eyes seemed to widen even further with a small squeak of distress, “Um-”
You threw the shower curtain open just enough to to fist your hand in the front of his shirt, yanking him forward until he stumbled and was forced to climb over the lip of the bathtub. The shower curtain was tugged back closed just as the doorknob turned and Stiles’ father cautiously peeked into the room through a cloud of steam.
Stiles was now the one standing directly under the spray of warm water, his pajamas quickly soaking through and plastering themselves to his body.
He was unable to help the way his eyes immediately dropped to the wet skin of your naked chest, but somehow, your instincts seemed to know exactly what was coming next because your hand found its way up to cover his mouth just before a soft groan could slip past his lips, the sound of it smothered by your palm.
“Sorry, my head’s killin’ me.” The Sheriff apologized as the medicine cabinet clicked open.
You uncovered Stiles’ mouth slowly and with caution, narrowing your eyes and tipping your head in a silent urge for him to formulate some sort of response. Brown eyes flicked between yours, his tongue poking out to wet his lips enticingly before he responded to his father.
“Nah, it’s cool, dad. Uh.. No biggie.”
Stiles’ eyes found their way to your naked chest yet again, bouncing back up to your face for a fraction of a second only for his gaze to fall back down to your breasts as if drawn there by an unstoppable force. His mind was decidedly blank, suddenly equipped with only enough brainpower to attempt to memorize the exact shade of your pert nipples in the soft light of the bathroom. A few beads of water from your hair curled their way around your collarbone, pooling in the small dip in your clavicle before welling over and cascading down to the swell of your breast.
You watched him swallow hard, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as the shower continued to spray against his fully-clothed back.
“Right. Well. G’night.” Sheriff Stilinski called out as the medicine cabinet slammed shut again.
The boy’s eyes snapped up to yours at the sharp sound, a pink flush creeping up his neck from either the warm steam of the shower, the sight of your naked body, or most likely some combination of the two.
“N-night, daddio-” Stiles replied in an admittedly high voice, shaking his head at his you in warning as he watched you pinch your lips between your teeth to hold back a laugh.
The bathroom door finally closed with a loud click and you let your head drop forward onto your boyfriend’s shoulder as you released a quiet giggle.
“Oh my god.” You breathed out.
“Sorry,” Stiles apologized, “For, uh, invading your shower.”
You lifted your head, “I quite literally pulled you in against your will.”
Stiles nodded, “Yeah. I, uh, I guess you did.”
You snorted softly in amusement and watched his eyes flick over your face in a slow trail. His gaze eventually found something of interest behind you and he seemed to hone in on it with a determined focus.
“What are you looking at?” You questioned quietly, craning your neck to examine the shower products on the shelf at your back before returning your gaze to the boy in front of you.
“I, uh.. Well. Literally, y’know.. Anything but your extremely naked body.” He choked out weakly.
A smile pulled at your lips and you inched forward to drag your hands lightly over the soaked-through cotton of his shirt, “There something wrong with my naked body, Stilinski?”
You’d said the words with a teasing lilt to your voice, but Stiles’ eyes seemed to snap back to your own sharply, “No! No, absolutely nothing-” He denied immediately.
“Okay, well, you are allowed to look, y’know,” You told him softly, like you were revealing a secret, “It isn’t like it’s anything you haven’t already seen-”
“Well, yeah but, you- You’re trying to shower and.. If I’m being totally honest, if I look now I’m gonna get painfully hard painfully fast ‘cause I’m already barely holding on here-”
At his words, you shuffled back just a fraction so you could peek down in between you, your eyes catching on the wet, tented fabric of his pajama bottoms. Your hands twitched with the desperate need to touch and you hesitated for only a second before taking ahold of the soaked material of his shirt beneath your fingers.
“Maybe you should shower, too,” You interrupted, licking your lips as you gazed back up at your boyfriend, “I mean, your dad already thinks you are, and you’re already all wet, so y’know.. We should probably get you naked-”
The moment the word left your mouth, you tightened your fingers around wet fabric and stammered quietly, ridiculously nervous considering that you were already naked. And wet.
“-And clean. Naked, to clean your- To wash your body, obviously. I mean, it only makes sense, right?” You suggested eagerly.
The fabric of his shirt inched up his torso, your deft hands revealing his hips and the thick trail of hair at his belly button, but that was where you stopped, waiting for him to give some sort of approval before lifting it any further.
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s smart.” He agreed quickly, nodding for you to continue.
You stripped him of the wet article, dropping it at the opposite end of the tub with a quiet smack. When your eyes returned to his, Stiles barely held your gaze before he was cupping your face and dragging your mouth to his. He turned you back into the shower wall and you sighed in contentment as the spray of warm water finally cascaded over the side of your body once again, pleasant goosebumps erupting over your skin.
Stiles’ kisses were an enigma and they very nearly managed to catch you by surprise every time — the way he devoured your mouth with so much hunger yet was still somehow able to hold you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. His lips dragged over yours sickly sweet, thumb stroking over your cheek, fingertips digging into your scalp beneath wet hair.
You only managed to hold out for a few desperate brushes of his mouth before you were parting your lips beneath his in silent invitation. When his tongue teased against yours, you caught the taste of mint left behind from his toothpaste and you couldn’t hold back the groan that poured from your mouth into his. You suddenly found yourself craving the taste of it, prodding your own tongue between his lips on the next kiss to chase the lingering flavor in his mouth.
The wet drag of his pajama pants against your naked thighs beneath the stream of water was an immediate reminder that he was still wearing the wet article of clothing and you flicked at them idly, fingertips dipping beneath the drawstring waist. His stomach tensed beneath your hands and he pulled back from the kiss just enough to drop his forehead to yours, eyes raking over your face slowly as he attempted to catch his breath.
“What, um. What do you- I mean, do you, um..” His eyes pinched shut in frustration as his own inability to convey himself.
Your hand slid over his water-slick hip, arm circling around his waist until you could run your fingertips gently along his spine beneath the water, forcing a contented sigh from his kiss-swollen mouth at the contact.
You licked your lips in thought, “I could either jerk you off in here, or we could wait and I can blow you in your bedroom,” You offered quietly, “I’d blow you in here but I’m honestly not entirely sure how it would work with all the water in my face and-”
Stiles nearly whimpered, “You cannot say that shit and seriously expect me to not blow my load, like, immediately.”
Your mouth twisted up into a grin, “Sorry.”
You weren’t.
He dragged you just a bit closer beneath the spray, bare chests sliding against one another. A shaky exhale left his lips and cascaded across your damp cheek, his nose skating softly against clean skin as he craned down to push his face into your neck.
“No you’re not.” He shot back without hesitation.
You sighed softly, head tipping back of its own accord in an open invitation for his lips to find your skin. The soaked through material of his pajama bottoms did nothing to hide the warm, hard length of him pressing against your hip. You slipped your hand just a bit farther beneath the damp cotton until your fist found its home around him, beginning to move in firm jerks as a choked groan sounded in his throat.
“No, I’m not.” You agreed easily.
“Jesus Christ.”
“So?” You asked quietly, words spilling out toward the ceiling as your head rested against the shower wall.
“Huh?” Stiles articulated weakly, the sound swallowed up by the way his mouth was pressed into the skin beneath your jaw. A large hand slipped down the length of your spine, long fingers finding their way to your ass, merely resting there for a moment before a flick of your wrist seemed to spur him on, hand tightening over the soft flesh as he dragged you up against him just a bit harder.
Your ankle hooked around his knee easily, pulling yourself up a bit higher, warm, wet cotton still separating you as you continued to work his length beneath the material.
“Handjob in shower or blowjob in room.” You repeated the options stiffly, thoughts scattered from the feel of his fingertips digging into your backside.
“Shit.” He murmured against your neck, his hips jerking forward to meet your hand, making the movement of your wrist more difficult when it was pinned between your bodies. “I- Um.. I.. Shit-”
“It’s kinda looking like its gonna be handjob if you don’t decide otherwise pretty quick here-”
“But I-” A sharp sound was pulled from him when your hand slipped over the head of his cock, a delicious but quiet uh squeaking out onto the wet skin of your throat. “God, I really want your mouth but-” A quiet groan interrupts him but he carries on after only a brief pause, “If you stop I might die.”
He says the words so seriously that you can’t help the small laugh that pops out.
“Oh, so you want both? That’s what you’re telling me?”
“Uh-huh, yeah, fuck.. Please-”
“Seems a little-” Its your hushed words that are cut off this time, a small gasp of surprise falling from your lips when the hand on your ass creeps lower, hiking your leg up higher as two of his fingers find your wet entrance. “Little, um. A little greedy, don't you- Ah! Don’t you think?” Your teasing statement was tainted halfway through as he dipped his fingers inside, long and thick and pushing in to the third knuckle almost immediately.
He begins thrusting in time with the jerks of your hand, synchronized gasps and groans falling from your mouths for a minute before he thinks to respond.
“If you think I’m not gonna give as good as I get then-”
His words cut off with an unabashed moan against wet skin and you nosed at his jaw until he tipped his head up to meet your lips, your scolding shh silenced within the kiss.
“-Then you don’t think very highly of me, huh?” He continued as if he’d never paused at all, his words murmured between slick lips as his mouth slid against yours again and again. “It’d, uh- It’d be a fair trade-”
“Yeah?”
The whispered question was stolen from your mouth when he licked inside, hot and dirty as his nose pushed into your cheek.
“Yeah.”
His own utterance of the word was swallowed up by your gasp when his fingers crooked just so the next time he pushed them in deep. Your grip on him fell slack for only a moment before you recovered with newfound determination, matching his efforts as he sped up the rhythm of his hand.
Your thigh hitched up on his waist that much higher, all but consumed by the desperate hunger you felt to be closer. He returned the sentiment, pulling you in and crowding you back and devouring each of your sounds until it seemed as if he were everywhere all at once.
You traded kisses between stuttered breaths and heady gasps, bodies rolling into one another’s hands as you both chased after the tight pleasure coiling in your guts and building up, higher, stronger, closer–
Stiles came first, a soft whine against your tongue when your fist circled at the head of his cock, twisting and pulling his release from him in thick spurts beneath the wet cotton of his pajama bottoms. You worked him through it, taking control of the kiss as he went slack with his orgasm and finally pushing his pants to the floor of the bathtub with a wet thwack once his hips stopped twitching into your hand.
He fell back into the kiss urgently and you relinquished control without a fight, weak to do little more than throw an arm around his shoulders for support as he redoubled his efforts to make you come.
Thighs trembling, toes curling, your muscles tensed as you were worked closer and closer to your peak. His fingers hit a spot deep inside of you with every thrust and each time sparks danced up your spine with the impact, sharp noises of pleasure were dragged from your lips.
“Sti-” You whined softly, wet mouth falling against his cheek as you tried to alert him to your swiftly approaching release, “’m so close. Shit, I- ’m so close-”
“Shit,” He returned in an urgent whisper, “Shit, okay-”
He eased his hips back from your own, his free hand falling to the apex of your thighs. His lips covered yours again as he began swirling his fingertips around the swollen bud there and your whole body jolted at the sensation. Your mouth fell open with a soft cry as you came, the glide of his fingers both smoother and more sharp as he worked you through it.
As you came down you were panting, hot breaths mingling between your mouths. The steam of the shower felt almost cloying, both of you a little lightheaded from the heat and the exertion. You cracked your eyes open and found his gaze already on you, eyes hooded and heavy, the tip of his nose bumping your own.
“Holy shit.”
It came out as nothing more than a whisper against his lips, your chest heaving in time with his as you both fought to catch your breath. You loosened the tight grip your arm had taken up around his shoulders and neck, mouth slack as you tried to pull in enough oxygen to clear your head.
“That was-”
“Yeah.” He whispered in agreement, forehead falling against yours.
The tip of your thumb pressed into a dark freckle on his chest as your hand made its way down from his shoulder in a slow drag over slick skin. You swallowed around your dry mouth as your leg finally fell free from its place around him and provided instant relief to your muscles.
“You sure you can handle two more orgasms?” You questioned breathlessly, not entirely sure which response you wanted to hear as you swayed against him in the overpowering steam of the shower.
In lieu of an immediate response, his gaze fell downward and your own followed on instinct, catching sight of the long thickness of his cock, already fattening back up against his thigh with arousal.
Tongue feeling suddenly heavy, you were filled with the urge to fulfill your teasing promise, to work him toward his peak all over again with your mouth.
You voice was a breathless whisper when it finally sounded.
“Oh.”
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rubylize · 1 year
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Party
Summary: Stiles finds you in a room while at a party and he’s curious to know why you’re there.
Pairing: Stiles x reader
Word Count: 1,381
Warnings: None
The loud music banged in my ears. I sat on one of the chairs in this room, while looking at my phone. The music got louder, making me look up. Someone had opened and closed the door. “What are you doing here?” They asked me.
I knew who this boy was, Stiles Stilinski, but I never talked to him. Well if you count that time where we were partners for a project. I shrugged in response. “Never thought I’d see you here.” I pursed my lips, “It's whatever.” He was standing by the door, slightly fiddling with his fingers. I could see his mouth open and close, his hand went up to the bridge of the nose and pinched it. “So Y/n what are you doing here?” Slightly surprised that he said my name, I replied nonetheless. “Came here with friends and turns out it’s very boring.”
He made his way to the bed and sat close to me. “I don’t entirely disagree.” I hummed in response, he scratched his head nervously. “I almost hooked up with a girl.” My eyes slightly widened, “Is that such a surprise?” He asked, while lifting his eyebrow. “Wha- No, no, nah,” I tried keeping myself together. “I’m just surprise-“
“So you are surprised.” He gave me a pointed look.
“No, no, not at all. What I meant was..” I took a deep breath before continuing, “I’m not surprised you hooked up with someone, I'm surprised you hooked up with someone at a party.” He had an amused look on his face.
“What?” I asked, skeptical at his look. He looked away from me and it seemed like he composed himself before looking back. “Nothing.” I lifted my eyebrow, “Nothing?” I got up from my seat, which was some random comfortable ass chair. I walked towards him, “Nothing?” I said once again. He looked up at me, “Fine, I just found you amusing.” I sat next to him, my turn to be amused. “You find me amusing?”
“Uh- I- Yes.” I wanted to laugh because I found him so cute. I could still hear the music from downstairs. “Do you wanna get out of here?” His question took me by surprise. “Sure, why not?” We both got up and made our way downstairs, my nose scrunched up at the smell of alcohol and highschoolers dancing. The end of the stairs were crowded by highschoolers. I felt something on my hand, I looked down to see Stiles’ hand. My eyes trailed back up to his face to see him smile at me, reassuringly.
He took the lead and led me through the crowd to the main door. We stepped outside, he still led the way to his car. Our hands were still together, they felt warm. They felt perfect against mine, it felt like they were meant to be with mi- “Y/n?” I looked up at him, “Huh?”
“You okay?” His hand went up to my face, making my heart race. I looked at him dazed. “Y/n?” Not trusting my words, I nodded in response. “You sure?” I nodded again. He smiled at me and opened the passenger door to his jeep.
We went to a diner. “Were you at the party by yourself or were you with Scott?” He was chewing on some food, “Or Lydia? Oh! Or the cute freshman Liam.” Stiles gave me a weird look, “What?” I said defensively. “Okay. I get it he’s a freshman but I would never date him.” I continued. He laughed, “You can’t deny Liam is a little cute..” I told Stiles, while putting a tater tot in my mouth. I could see Stiles roll his eyes.
“Oh and Scott he i-“ I stopped myself from continuing, seeing that he took an aggressive bite at his burger. I gasped fakely, “Are you jealous?” His eyes furrowed, “What? No!” I smirked internally. “Aw Stiles, you don’t have to be jealous.. well I mean I don’t find you cute you know?” He nodded slightly, while looking anywhere else but me. “I honestly think you’re hot,” I finished. I backed up so my back would hit the chair I was sitting on. I folded my hands across my chest.
His eyes shot up to mine. I just looked at him and smiled genuinely. “Wha- What?” I furrowed my eyebrows and tilted my head slightly, “Cat got your tongue?” He cleared his throat, “No it was a frog.” I let out a laugh through my nose. “Sarcasm.” I pointed out. “Is that how you get out of situations?” I asked, while popping another tater tot in my mouth. “Noooo,” he dragged. That immediately told me it was a lie.
“So do you not have a crush on Lydia anymore?” I think everyone knew he had a crush on Lydia but Lydia. His eyes shot up to me again, “What? I don’t have a crush on Lydia,” he denied. “Oh. Then, who do you like?” He took a sip from his milkshake, a really long sip. I laughed at him, making him stop drinking his milkshake. He had a small smile playing on his lips, he shrugged nonetheless and continued sipping on his milkshake. He then grunted, “Brain freeze,” I pointed out. He winced, while massaging his temple. “That’s what you get for not telling me.”
It was about 12 am now and he was driving me home. I looked out the window, feeling tired every second the time passed. Once we got to my house I was ready to get out of the car. “Y/n, wait.” Stiles stopped me. I looked back at him confused, but I couldn’t comprehend what was happening. His face had gotten closer and closer and his lips touched mine. I was slightly surprised but I melted into it. My hand went to the back of his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. The kiss made me feel like I was on cloud nine. I could feel his hand go up to my face, trying to deepen the kiss more if that was even possible.
Butterflies erupted into my stomach. We pulled apart, his face only a few inches from mine as we both breathed heavily. We stared into each other's eyes. His honey eyes stared at me. “You’re my crush.” He suddenly said, I laughed and my head went down. I looked back up to kiss him again. “Good Night Stiles.” I said, before getting out of his car. It’s gonna be hard to fall asleep now.
The weekend had passed and it was now Monday morning. A school day. The kiss kept replaying in my head like some CD on repeat. His words replayed in my head too. “You’re my crush.”
I heard heavy footsteps and a second later I heard heavy breathing. I closed my locker to reveal Stiles. “Are you okay?” I asked. He nodded, while trying to catch his breath. Stiles held up a finger telling me to wait. I stood there waiting for him to catch his breath. “I- I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he finally said between breaths. My eyebrows raised in slight surprise. “What do you mean? We didn’t do anything.” His face dropped, “That’s sarcasm.. right?” His hands were on his hips, waiting for me to respond. “Are you assuming I used sarcasm?” I asked, slightly taken back. He scratched the back of his head and tapped his foot on the floor.
“I’m kidding. So you’ve been thinking about me?” I smirked. He rolled his eyes, “Is that what I have to deal with if I start dating you?” My eyes narrowed, “You seem so confident that I’d say yes.” Stiles coughed and then cleared his throat. “Wellllll.. you did kiss back,” he shrugged. “Did I?” I sang, while looking up at the ceiling as if I was trying to remember. “Yes. Yes you did,” he replied determinedly. “Whattt? Nooo-“ Before I could finish my sentence he kissed me again and I kissed back. The kiss didn’t last long since he was proving his point. “See you kissed ba-“
“Shut up,” I rolled my eyes and pulled him into another kiss. This time I pulled away, “Do you wanna be my girlfriend?”
“Nah.”
“Sarcasm.”
“Yeah.”
“I’d happily deal with the sarcasm just for you.”
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sweetcherrywish · 2 years
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CHERRY HILL !! masterpost🍒
summary: stiles is suppose to be the guy with a plan but ever since the sweetest girl to ever step foot in beacon hills moved into his house, he couldn’t stop thinking about the sweet smell of cherries !
warnings: light dd/lg, darcyphilla, crybaby!reader, light somno, virgin!reader, innocent!reader, bimbo!reader, pervert!stiles, daddy kink, innocence kink, naive!reader, masterbation (mostly m + f), oral (m+f) cockwarming, etc
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maybe i’m a fool, maybe i’m a fool for you
0.0 PROLOGUE !
0.1 DUMB BABY !
0.2 PRETTY BOY !
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characters !
reader
stiles
scott
lydia
issac
allison
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wildflowerdylan · 2 years
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WITH BENEFITS
PART TWO - PART THREE - PART FOUR
Pairing : Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Warnings : 18+ content, enemies to lovers, cursing.
Concept : College can change a lot of things. Some of those things might even be the status of your friendship. At least, that’s what happened with Stiles and Y/N. 
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The next morning was unlike any other. You don’t know fear until you wake up naked next to someone you don’t like. Our morning was mostly silent and avoiding eye contact. Sure, we were drunk, but we weren’t drunk enough to not know exactly what we did and exactly how it felt. “Here…” Stiles said, being the first one to speak. He was handing me the t-shirt I was wearing to bed. I grabbed it and examined it slightly. “This way you can’t blame me if you’re cold on your walk home.” I look at him and roll my eyes, throwing the shirt back at him. He grabbed the shirt and shook his head back at me before watching me leave his room quickly.
“Hey! We didn’t know you were still here!” Scott smiled at me as he watched me walk down the steps from Stiles’ room. I smiled a tight, uncomfortable smile, “Yeah… I was pretty drunk last night so Stiles offered me his floor.” Stiles walked down behind me, about as annoyed as I am. “That was out of character of you, Stiles.” Lydia comments kindly. “Yeah, well, Y/N and I are really trying to make this whole pack thing work.” We both looked at each other for a moment before turning away angrily. “You guys don’t look too happy with each other…” Liam says with a raised brow. “We can’t change overnight, Liam.” Stiles says angrily. “What Stiles meant to say was that we’re kind of hungover and would appreciate it if we would all stop talking about us right now.” The group looked at each other awkwardly for a moment before scooting in and caring on. “Alright, well, great seeing you, Y/N.” Stiles says as I walk towards the door. “Wait! Wait! Stiles…” Scott scolds as he stops me from leaving. “Y/N, come sit with all of us.” Stiles and I just look at each other with clenched jaws. “Okay…”
We sat and sifted through food, acting surprisingly kind to each other. Of course, we still had snide comments to give here and there, but overall the group seemed happy to see our change. “I’ve gotta say, you guys are doing really great with this whole acting like friends thing.” We both smiled awkwardly, nodding our heads.
“Alright, well, we’ve got to get to the library,” Lydia smiles, looking at Malia who very clearly does not want to go. “Can I come with you guys? I’ve got a paper to write.” Lydia nods at Kira and walks out with the two girls. Moments past that, Scott asks Liam a peculiar question... “Hey, Liam?” The boy says to catch the other’s attention. “Do you smell that?” Liam looks around and shakes his head, “All I smell is anger and… fear maybe?” Scott nods his head, “Yeah…” Liam looks at the alpha for a moment before turning to the other two that were being of no help. Lucky for Scott, Liam then got a call from Mason to go to the library as well so that they could work on the project they have together. Liam groans on the phone before saying his goodbyes as well.
“It’s been great…” I say suddenly, making Stiles jump a little. Stiles nods enthusiastically, “See ya!” I roll my eyes, grabbing my purse from the counter and hopping off the bar stool. “Y/N/N, wait.” Scott says calmly. “I’ve got to talk to you and Stiles.” We both look at each other again, but with worry. “What happened last night?” I shrugged my shoulders, “We got drunk.” Scott shakes his head, “Yeah…and?” Stiles rubs his face in frustration, “You can smell it, can’t you?” Stiles’ eyes lock with Scott’s who just raises his eyebrows to say yes. “God, why do you have to be such a strong wolf?” I say, smacking the countertop. “Hey! Don’t blame me for your actions!” I roll my eyes, “Not mine! Stiles’!” Stiles turns towards me and scoffs, “You were the one that undressed in front of me.” I widen my eyes and gasp, “You kissed me though!”
“Enough!” Scott growls, having enough of our arguing already. “I don’t care who started it. I care about what this means.” I shake my head angrily, “Scott, I love you, but this is absolutely none of your business.” Scott looks at me in shock. “But I-” I cut him off, “You want to help. I know. But please just keep your ears and your nose out of Stiles and I’s whatever this is.” Scott nods his head reluctantly, “Okay, I’ll stay out of it.” I nod my head once, speaking much quieter this time, “Thank you.” The three of us sat in silence again, a very uncomfortable silence until eventually I picked my things up and headed out the door for the third time this morning. “I had a great time-” Stiles cuts me off, “Yeah you did!” He puts his hand up for Scott to high five but is immediately rejected. “Not something to joke about yet, huh?” We both give the boy a glare and then finally say our goodbyes.
One week goes by and the two of us proceed to avoid one another again. This time was just much harder because of Scott’s persistence to get us to talk about what had happened. It wasn’t until there was literally nowhere to study at the library after I had walked twenty minutes there that I forced myself to talk to him.
I walked up to the study room Stiles was in and knocked a couple of times. He looked up at me with little emotion before smiling a tight smile. “I thought we were avoiding each other,” Stiles says as he goes back to reading the textbook in front of him. “We were…” I say softly, “Until all the study rooms were taken up.” He chuckles to himself. “Come on in.” The boy moves his stuff around so that I can sit at the table with him. “Thanks,” I smile, putting my laptop on the table and scooching my chair in. We proceeded to sit there in silence, just studying, for a couple of hours before Stiles slammed his textbook shut.
“We should do it again.” I look over at him with furrowed eyebrows, “Do what?” He looks at his fiddling hands for a moment before turning towards me, “We should have sex again.” I scoff, “Yeah and while we’re at it we can grow an extra limb!” Stiles looks back at me, unamused by my sarcasm. “I’m serious, Y/N.” I just shake my head and continue to type. “I just think that maybe we would tolerate one another better if it meant we got to fuck.” I shut my laptop harshly, turning to face Stiles. “Are you being serious right now?” He puts his hands up as if it's obvious, “Yes!” I breathe in with frustration as my response. “Come on, Y/N/N… The sight of you alone used to piss me off. Now, I don’t mind as much.” I shake my head in disbelief. “I bet my life that you think about the other night just like I do.” I turn towards him with a clenched jaw, “You piss me off.”
“Great, let’s fuck then.” I scoff, “Stiles, that’s not how life works. You can’t just have sex and expect all your problems to be fixed.” Stiles shrugs, “Maybe not… But this problem definitely could be fixed by that.” I look at my computer for a moment before turning to look at him again, “And what happens if I say yes?” Stiles looks me in the eyes with hope, “We’ll set a few rules and boundaries and then see each other naked for however long this goes on for.” I keep my eye on him, a serious look in it as I consider his proposition. I begin shaking my head, “I must be fucking stupid, but fine.” Stiles perks up, “Fine?” I nod my head with a deep breath, “Let’s set those rules.”
“Great! So, where to start?” Stiles pulls out a pen and paper and marks the number 1. “Okay, I think we should stay away from any place where the supernatural frequents.” Stiles nods, “Agreed. I am not having the sex talk with Scott again.” I chuckle slightly before letting him continue. “No other sexual partners.” I nod my head, “But dating is okay?” Stiles nods his head, “I mean, we’re not dating, so sure.” I look at his hesitation, but knock it off to general discomfort. “How about complete transparency with dating. If I go on a date, I'll tell you and vice versa.” Stiles nods his head, “I like that.” Relief completely washes over him. Stiles writes down another number and then pauses, “This might be a silly rule to put, but if one of us catches feelings we have to tell the other or break things off.” I look at him carefully, “Okay.”
Stiles finishes writing the rules down and then takes a picture to send to me. “So, we’re really doing this?” I say as I look at the photo on my phone. Stiles nods, “Yeah… I think we are.” I nod my head with him before moving to close the door to the study room. Stiles perks an eyebrow up at me. I ignore his expression and walk over to him gently before moving to straddle him in his chair. He looks up at me with shock, “What about no places where supernatural frequent?” I nod my head, “Yeah, but we can’t be the only horny kids in the library.” Stiles looks at me for a moment with a little expression before nodding his head and pulling me down.
I think this is gonna be fun.
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lillialuvb · 10 days
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To Forge a Pack, Chapter Nineteen
The Hale betas and the Alpha twins start their own Pack Wars at school. Stiles, though, is too worried about the bodies to be involved, and he's got a sneaking suspicion about a certain someone. Also, something is affecting Derek, but what could it be?
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sweet-pea-channie · 2 years
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I wolf you - Stiles Stilinski Imagine
Author: @sweet-pea-channie​​
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x wife!reader
Words: 6,2k+
Requested by anon​​: Hello! Can I request a stiles x fem!reader imagine where they’re married and have a daughter and something happens to the reader and she turns back to 16 (like the age ritual happened to derek) and like she’s really confused cause everyone’s changed and she has a wedding ring (she thinks Stiles is still in love with lydia) and there’s a little girl who claims Stiles as her dad. The pack decide not to tell her but later she discovers it by herself and gets really overwhelmed and stiles calms her down. In the end she goes back to normal. (Also i would love to see Stiles‘ reactions and his emotions for this situation)
AN: I found that gif and I knew that I had to use it for that request, it also gave me the idea! So thank you! And I loved writing this! I had so many ideas, that I had to decide which one to take all the time :D 
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You groaned as you slowly opened your eyes and woke up with the worst headache again. Your head was pounding like crazy, and you could really feel the throbbing in the right area. You had your eyes tightly closed, your nose scrunched up until you gently pinched the bridge of your nose with your thumb and forefinger. 
The light bothered you next, the sun slamming down on you with full heat so that the skin on your bare arms was already starting to burn. Your head was already completely heated as well. 
With your free hand you reached beside you and slowly pushed yourself up from the ground, the slightly too long blades of grass tickled your palm, and you carefully opened your eyes. It took you a moment to adjust to the brightness, but you quickly realized that you had once again sat down under the bleachers at the lacrosse field. 
Your constant studying must have been so exhausting that you must have fallen asleep under the bleachers. You couldn't explain it any other way. With all the exams and the project in bio ahead of you, you didn't know where to start. After all, you hadn't had any time for it at all the past few weeks. Only recently, you were able to free Stiles from the clutches of the Nogitsune. However, not without sacrifices.
What confused you, however, was your lack of school supplies. Neither your backpack nor your textbooks were in your possession. The only thing you found in your pocket was your cell phone. Immediately, you reached for the phone and tried to unlock it with your code, but nothing happened. Again and again you entered the same 4-digit code until your phone displayed "iPhone is disabled, try again in 15 minutes."
You sighed and decided to head home. It was probably another stupid prank by Stiles. After all that had happened to him, he had totally changed. He used more sarcasm, even more than before. You were afraid that he was only doing it to suppress his true feelings. You asked him several times to talk to you about it, but he always turned you down. And again and again you saw him and Lydia comforting him and whispering good words to him. Of course, he preferred to go to Lydia than to you, after all, he was head over heels in love with her. You already knew his 10-year plan by heart. 
Without a bag, there was no key to your house in your possession, so you had no choice but to ring the doorbell. But already the empty driveway told you that your parents were still at work. Maybe your sister was kind enough to open the door for you. But she also left the door locked. 
With a glance at your cell phone, you saw that it was no longer locked and so you tried again all possible codes that came to your mind. Mainly any codes that Stiles would surely use. After all, it was all his prank. However, his birthday, his father's birthday and Lydia's birthday were also unsuccessful and this time your phone displayed "iPhone is disabled, try again in 1 hour."
"Damn it, Stiles," you groaned and dropped on the stairs leading up to your front door. 
So you had no choice but to go to Stiles. He had brought you into the whole thing, so now he had to pay for it. The way to Stiles was not long, but not exactly short either. His and his father's house was about a 15-minute walk away. Meanwhile, you stared at your phone, waiting, even though you knew nothing would change until you could use it again. Or maybe it was Scott's birthday, which he had created as a new code. Or maybe just the current year, probably just something silly like 0000. A short but loud laugh fell from your lips at the thought. That could only be it, really. 
Arriving at Stiles', you knocked on the front door there too before trying to open the door. If only one of the two was at home, the door was never locked as a rule. But here, too, you were once again faced with closed doors. Unlike at your house, the Stilinskis had hidden an emergency key outside. 
With the key, which was in the flowerpot next to the front door, you opened the door and then hid the key inside again before you entered the house. You were so tired that you didn't even notice that the walls had a new color, all that mattered at that moment was the couch on which you took a seat to wait for Stiles, who was probably wandering around somewhere again and making the small town unsafe with Scott. 
Time passed, and you completely forgot about your cell phone that you couldn't unlock. You were too wrapped up on the TV playing some old episodes of Scrubs. It wasn't until you heard the front door open that you turned around and saw Noah hanging up his jacket on the coat rack. 
"Hi Noah," you said and turned back to the TV. Noah was used to you being in the apartment more often. Since your parents worked a lot and your big sister was often out with her boyfriend, you were alone most of the time after school. And so you spent most of your time either with Stiles or with Lydia. 
"Y/N? What are you doing here?" asked Noah, visibly confused as he got closer. "Aren't you supposed to be with your parents and...what the hell?"
"What?" you asked this time, looking at Noah who was finally standing in front of you. But he didn't even get to answer you, because your phone finally sprang to life, showing Stiles' name on the screen. 
Annoyed, you picked up your phone and accepted the call. "Y/N? Where are you?"
"At your house, Stiles. I've been waiting for you the whole time," you replied, watching Noah inspect you from top to bottom. You were definitely confused as to why he was doing this, but ignored him for a brief moment. "I don't think it's funny that you took all my stuff. I have to finish the bio project by the day after tomorrow, and I can't do that if you have my backpack. So, can you please come home and give me my stuff back. I don't care where you hang out again or who you hang out with again."
"Y/N, what are you talking about?"
"Jeez, Stiles, I really don't have time for this right now. Just come home now."
"But that's where I am..."
"Sometimes you really get on my nerves," you groaned, ending the call without saying another word. However, you regretted it right away. You might as well have asked him for the code to your cell phone. You still couldn't use it that way. 
"Okay, let me ask this one time. Did you jump into a fountain of youth this time?!"
"Noah, you're confusing me."
"No, you're confusing me. Whatever happened again this time, I don't want any part of it. I've had it. I thought you guys had put all this behind you." And with those words, Noah disappeared from the living room and headed up the stairs to probably hole up in his bedroom or office. To say you were confused would be an understatement, you were beyond confused.  
You couldn't understand why Noah reacted the way he did. Of course, what happened a few weeks ago was very intense and enormous and didn't really let anyone rest, but after that you actually had the feeling that Noah would support you in everything. 
It wasn't long before the front door opened again, and you heard someone enter the house. This time, you got up from the couch, ready to attack Stiles and berate him with endless insults that you could only think of. However, this time you were the one who stopped, transfixed as a little girl ran through the living room, clinging to your legs. "There you are, Mommy."
"Mommy?" you mumbled, trying to gently push the child off you, but no chance. The little one had her arms wrapped so tightly around your legs that you almost lost your balance. 
"Y/N?" you heard Stiles ask, still standing at the front door. 
"What do you look like? Is this all part of your joke? And who the hell is that?" you asked. Stiles was standing in the shadows, somewhat hidden, so you couldn't really see his face. However, the suit he was wearing stood out from a distance. Stiles would never wear something like that voluntarily, especially with a patterned tie. 
"How do I look? How do you look? Y/N, what happened? Why are you here and what... I don't understand," he mumbled, taking a few steps towards you. 
"Are you sick?" you asked, confused as you heard him speak. "You sounded normal this morning at school."
"School? Y/N, my god. Can you please explain to me what happened?"
"Can you maybe first explain to me who that is?" you countered, pointing at the girl who was still hugging you. 
"Who is that? Do you not recognize your own.... oh shit."
“Care to enlighten me?”
“Not again...”
“Not again what?”
"Okay, Y/N. You have to trust me now okay, we're going to go to Scott's together and, then we'll explain everything. Well I don't really know if there's anything to explain but please, you have to come with me.... with us. Fuck... DAD?!" he yelled throughout the house until he finally heard the stairs and Noah coming back down. 
"Oh god, you're finally here. Can you explain to me what happened to Y/N?" Noah asked his son, pointing to you before moving closer to Stiles. Stiles and Noah discussed briefly, while the little girl on your legs finally broke away from you and smiled at you. 
"Are we going home now, mom? You promised to make spaghetti and meatballs this morning."
"Ellie, Noah is going to watch you for a minute while da- me and Y/N go out for a minute, okay?" asked Stiles, going down to open his arms wide. Ellie, the little girl, or so it seemed she was called, ran to Stiles and fell right into his arms where she gave him a kiss on the cheek and then disappeared with Noah. 
And this time you could really look at Stiles. It wasn't until he bent over slightly that the sun hit his face and you lost your breath. This was not your Stiles. This Stiles was much older, much more mature. His face had a 5-o-clock-shadow and his eyes looked much older. 
Immediately, you realized that something could not be right. After all that you had already been through in such a short time, there was clearly something wrong, 
"Stiles? What... What's wrong?"
Stiles came closer to you and reached out his hand to you. You hesitated for a moment, after all you weren't sure if this was really Stiles in front of you or just another psychopathic demon. And while Stiles was still holding out his hand to you, something sparkled in the sun. Clearly, there on his left ring finger was a ring. "Y/N? Do you trust me?"
"What's my cell phone code?" you asked him immediately. If this really was Stiles, he would know it.
“0717, the seventeenth of July, it’s our... it doesn’t matter. You could’ve just used your face, you know?”
"My face?”
“Face-ID? Okay, let me ask you this question, what year do you believe you’re in?”
“What year do I believe I’m in? What's with the stupid question? It's 2011."
Stiles sighed and closed his eyes as he finally dropped his hand. "Okay, we really need to get to Scott now. I'll try to explain it to you there, okay?"
Still, you weren't one hundred percent sure if you could believe him, but after you entered the sequence of numbers into the phone, and it unlocked, you knew you had to go with him. Because the wallpaper on your phone was none other than the little girl who was now upstairs with Noah. 
"Stiles?" you asked as you looked up at him. "What year is it?"
Stiles didn't dare answer the question, but he knew that sooner or later he would have to explain everything to you. His only concern, though, was that you would stay the way you were right now forever. You thought it was 2011 and if he remembered correctly you were still Juniors in 2011, and you definitely weren't together then. And if you couldn't even recognize Ellie, he really didn't know how he could handle it if it stayed that way forever. "It's 2022."
“WHAT?”
"Okay, like I said, I'll try to explain everything, but we really need to get to Scott now, okay?"
You nodded and eventually followed him outside, and what surprised you even more was the car that was now in the yard. There wasn't his beloved Jeep there, no. There was a black Audi A4, and obviously it belonged to Stiles, because he was already getting into the car. 
The drive to Scott's was uncomfortable. Stiles didn't dare say anything, it was like you were 17 years old again, and he didn't know how to tell you that he had fallen in love with you. That unpleasant voice was driving him crazy, but he was afraid to say something wrong, so he decided not to say anything. 
"So you're married," you finally broke the silence, continuing to look out the window. 
"I... yes," Stiles replied. He wanted to add something else, but he knew that saying he was married to you would confuse you even more. And then when he saw the look on your face, he felt even more guilty. He kept trying to start a conversation with you in some way, but each time you only gave short, mostly monosyllabic answers, and he knew he had better be quiet now.
Finally, Stiles came to a stop, but not at Scott's house as you had thought, but at a complete stranger's house. Immediately, your alarm bells began to ring. This seemed to be a trap. You quickly opened the passenger door and jumped out of the car. Stiles, of course, immediately noticed what was going on. He might have mentioned to you that Scott had also moved out of home and now had his own house. But it was too late for that now. 
"Y/N!" he yelled as he too jumped out of the car. "Y/N, wait please!"
But all was too late, by the time Stiles had run down the courtyard driveway, you were long gone. "Shit," he cursed, grabbing his hair. From a distance, he heard the front door open and a very confused Scott watching him. He had heard Stiles screaming thanks to his abilities and ran as fast as he could to the door, only to see you running away as Stiles stopped at the courtyard entrance. 
"Is everything okay?"
Stiles closed his eyes for a brief moment and exhaled deeply before walking back down the yard and joining Scott in entering his home. "It's all happening from the the beginning again."
"What do you mean?" asked Scott as they arrived in his kitchen and he handed him a glass of water.
"Y/N. She can't remember anything. It's the same as when she was with Derek. She thinks we're Juniors, Scott! Juniors! She didn't even recognize Ellie. And now she's gone."
"You mean she's 17 again?" inquired Scott as he sat down at the table and processed everything.
"Who's 17 again?" asked Malia, spotting the two men in the kitchen.
"Y/N. We need to find her again before whoever did this to her finds her first," Stiles said.
"Where was the last place she was? Do you know? So, when she was, you know, older," Scott wanted him to tell him, maybe that would be the first clue to whatever they were looking for.
"At school, she and her colleagues were going to decorate the hall for Homecoming. She had already gotten off work, but she really wanted to do it. That's why I picked Ellie up at kindergarden today," Stiles replied.
"Well, then I'm afraid we should probably go to school."
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"It was obvious he was going to marry Lydia. Why would the idiot choose me when he can have Lydia," you muttered to yourself as you walked through the streets of Beacon Hills. It was getting dark, and you didn't know where to go. You didn't want to go home because the date on your phone showed you that it really was the year 2022. All the information on the Internet also indicated that Stiles must have been telling the truth. But you didn't want to go back to him. "Let him go to his Lydia."
What was still unclear to you, however, was why the little girl from earlier had called you Mommy and why she was on your wallpaper. She could only be mistaking you for someone else. That would be a solution, but not the solution to the picture. 
For whatever reason, you ran back to school. Somehow, you felt that you were safest there. And eventually, the janitors didn't bother to lock the school anymore, they knew that windows were being broken all the time anyway. They would rather not lock the school halls than have to repair windows all the time. 
"Y/N?
You recognized the voice immediately. On the one hand you were shocked to hear it, on the other hand you weren't. In the end, it was always where you least expected him to be. "Peter," you said, turning to look at him. 
"What are you doing here?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing," he replied, continuing to walk toward you. You weren't afraid of Peter, no quite the opposite. You were probably the only one who really liked him to some extent. After all, he helped you rescue Boyd and Cora from the old abandoned bank, and he was also the one who gave you the best tip to free Stiles from the Nogitsune. In the end, you just felt sorry for him. He was the lonely wolf, and now he was also told that he had a daughter he didn't know about because his mother had taken away all his memories of her. 
"Why don't we take a walk, and you tell me why you're still here at such a late hour?" suggested Peter. Anything seemed better currently than going back to Stiles, and so you followed Peter across the schoolyard. 
He led you back to the front towards the parking lot, probably to get to his car, but you were currently less worried about that. Peter told you that he had been trying to find Malia's mother lately. The real mother with whom he had conceived her. He had hopes that he could get closer to Malia that way. After all, Scott had already told her a lot about him, and so he had not left a nice impression. 
Peter at one point ran to the Beacon Hills High School stone sign in front of the school parking lot and stuck his claws into the stone. The stone moved and a staircase appeared beneath it. Confused, you looked down the stairs, which were pitch black and did not show where they led. You had never seen that before. And you were sure that none of the others had ever seen it either. If you had, someone would have brought it up already. "What's that?"
“This is the Hale vault. The vaults are used by our family, where we store all of our valuable belongings and artifacts, but someone made sure that we can’t go in anymore, and I thought that you could maybe help me?”
"Why me?"
"You're the only one who somewhat likes me, isn't that right?" he asked, walking down the first few steps. 
"Yes, I am. But I don't know how to help you."
"The police and the FBI have sealed off access to the vault. We can't get to our valuables anymore. I thought, since you have such good connections with the police and FBI, you could help me. In return, I'll make sure your pack doesn't have to deal with me anymore, how does that sound to you?" 
"Well, sounds like a plan to me," you said, ready to follow him downstairs, though a scream stopped you. 
From a distance, you could make out Stiles' voice, but Stiles was not alone. You could make out two more figures next to him, but they were still too far away for that. Peter sighed and grabbed your hand before trying to pull you down with him. "They always get in the way."
Peter kept pulling you down until you finally resisted. Peter was not to be trusted, even when you felt sorry for him. You finally had to listen to Scott and Stiles. But Peter was stronger than you, of course, and pulled you down the stairs to the vault again until you could feel another hand on your other arm. 
An equally aged Scott was standing in front of you, trying to pull you away from Peter. Behind him, you could make out Malia, who pushed past Scott and you and immediately went after Peter. Fortunately, since Peter was so distracted defending himself against Malia, he let go of your hand and Scott was able to lift you back up. Malia also had a strong hold of Peter's arms and pushed him up the stairs until he landed on the grass, where Malia pressed her foot on his back. "I thought you were locked up tight and safe in Eichen House."
"They can't hold me in there," Peter retorted, trying to get up again. He kicked Malia with a jab, who immediately fell to the ground and tried to escape, but Stiles got in the way and pulled out a gun he always carried. "This is the last time you fuck with this pack, Peter. Now tell me how to turn her back."
"I'm never telling you this," he laughed. 
"Stiles, you can't kill him! We have to figure out how to get the old Y/N back first. I know you'd love to pull the trigger, we all would, but not until we have a solution to this," Scott tried to coax him. 
And while Scott tried to persuade his best friend, Malia set about overpowering Peter again, which I fortunately succeeded in doing. Stiles immediately ran up to Peter and Malia and attached handcuffs to Peter. "Special handcuffs for werewolves, you know?"
"Guys! I'm still very confused! What the hell is happening here????"
"Y/N, please. You have to believe me when I tell you this now, okay?" asked Stiles, reaching his hand out to you again, but again you wouldn't take it. 
Peter, still kneeling on the floor with his hands chained behind his back, rolled his eyes. Again and again, Scott and his pack got in his way. He had really picked a smart kid to be Beta that time. 
"Y/N, what can I do to make you trust me?" asked Stiles. 
"I just want to go home, please, Stiles. I want to go home."
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Stiles was able to convince you to take you home, not your home, but his new home. But not before he made sure to get back your things that Peter had hidden. Stiles gave you the bag, even though you couldn't do much with it, and left you alone for now. 
It took him ages to convince you not to go home to your parents. He was visibly frustrated and annoyed by your behavior, but so were you. Still, you were too naive to listen to him and just got into the car. In your bag, you luckily found headphones, which you plugged into your phone and listened to music on the way to Stiles' new home to turn him off completely. 
Stiles had shown you the guest room and brought you a change of clothes without even speaking a word to you, and then disappeared into his bedroom.
You looked around the guest room, but couldn't find any clues to anything. No pictures, no documents, nothing. There was just a simple twin bed, with a small desk, a bookcase with a few books. Even in the nightstand, you couldn't find anything that could help you in any way. When you finally stumbled upon the bag Stiles had given you, you took it and sat down on the bed with her. 
Without much hesitation, you dumped the contents of the bag completely out onto the bed and examined everything that had fallen out. Charger cables, a glasses case, wallet, lipstick, hand cream, a few crumpled up pieces of paper, pens, mainly red ones, and finally you found something that got your attention. Two gold rings lay next to the purse. A fine, delicate gold ring with a small diamond and a slightly wider ring that resembled Stiles'. 
For whatever reason, you took the first ring with the diamond and put it on your left ring finger. It fit like a glove, so you inspected the second ring and discovered an engraving inside. I wolf you, Stiles. 
The knot in your throat that had been with you all day was getting bigger and thicker, and you felt it getting drier and drier. Everything was making sense so easily, but you didn't want this one to be true. 
Carefully and very quietly you crept out of the room and went down the stairs towards the kitchen, at least you hoped you could still remember where it was. You needed something to drink, badly, to get rid of the lump in your throat. But you couldn't get that far. At the bottom of the stairs, you stopped and stared at the dresser on the wall opposite of you. You could always recognize Stiles' smile. But what you couldn't immediately recognize was the other person in the photo. From a distance you could see that it was a wedding photo, and you couldn't help but pick it up and look at it in the light of the moon. 
And even now your breath was taken away. In the picture next to Stiles, it was clearly you. With a glow on your face that reached from ear to ear, you stood next to Stiles in a beautiful white wedding dress. Next to Stiles was Scott, who clearly looked like the best man, and next to you was Lydia. So the rings you had found were clearly yours. But why couldn't you remember any of this? 
You put the photo back in its original place and saw a picture someone had painted next to it. The picture was clearly drawn by a toddler, and on closer inspection you could see three figures on it. A smaller person in the middle and below her was the name Ellie between Mom and Dad. 
You felt sick to your stomach when you realized that Ellie was the child of Stiles and you.
So it was true. Stiles had never actually said it, but it seemed true. Somehow, you were turned back into the 17-year old you. And it seemed that the 28-year old you was married to Stiles and you had a child. You and Stiles. You now had no choice but to confront him.
On the way back upstairs, you hoped that Stiles was still awake and could answer everything. After all, he had wanted to tell you all day what was going on. Carefully you walked towards his bedroom and saw through the slightly opened door how Stiles was still sitting on the bed in his suit from today with his cell phone in his hand. He seemed frustrated because his head was lowered. His hand supported his heavy head while he talked to someone on his cell phone. "What if it stays that way this time? Scott, I can't do this."
Of course, he'd be on the phone with his best friend, you weren't surprised. What did surprise you, though, were the tears that were obviously falling down his cheeks, because one landed on his suit pants and left a dark stain. "The thing with Derek is different, he's a werewolf, and he was fighting a berserker at the time. That probably triggered everything."
You took a deep breath before opening the door wider and taking a step into the room. Stiles couldn't see you, with his back slightly turned, and his head lowered, he didn't have the door in view and couldn't notice you. The room was set up just like you would set it up. Bright colors on the wall, a big bed, since you always moved around a lot at night and had vowed to buy the biggest bed there was someday, and the pillows on the bed just showed that you clearly had the saying in decorating the house. 
"I don't know what to do. How do I explain this to Ellie? I can't lie to Ellie, and I can't keep her away from Y/N forever either.... Scott I-"
You decided to make yourself known and knocked three times on the bedroom door. Stiles head shot up abruptly and his red eyes met yours. "Scott, I'll call you back, okay?" he asked Scott on the cell phone, but waited for no answer and immediately put the phone next to him on the bed after hanging up.
Stiles got up from the bed, but stayed a few feet away. He didn't want to be disappointed again and watch you not want to take his hand again. But this time it was you who held out your hand for him. Why you did this was unclear to you for the moment, your body acting for you without you having to think about it.
Stiles was breathing heavily, his chest visibly rising and falling as he carefully gave you his hand, moving closer to you. Carefully, as if you would pull your hand back at any time, Stiles put his hand in yours and waited for you to do something. Fortunately, he put his left hand in yours, whereupon you took a closer look at the ring on his finger. It was a simple ring, without any pattern on the outside, a simple band. Without giving the ring much of a tug, you pulled it off his finger. Stiles didn't ask any questions, not even silently in his head. He just let you do it.
And as soon as the ring was off his finger, you checked to see if it had the same engraving on the inside as the ring you had found in the bag. Sure enough, the same engraving was in Stiles' ring, I wolf you, Y/N.
"Y/N?" asked Stiles uncertainly as he watched you take a closer look at the ring.
"Can you tell me?"
"What exactly?"
"How... I always thought you and Lydia..." you stuttered and gave him back his ring while showing him the rings you had found. Stiles pressed his lips together and nodded ever so slightly. He pointed to the bed and sat down on it again. With some distance to him you took a seat next to him on the bed, and crossed your legs on it.
"Ehm, I don't really know how to start. I... I mean you... okay, um. Something happened to me in senior year, I um, I disappeared and no one could remember me, except you. You were the only one who could remember that I existed."
"Why?"
"We don't know to this day, I think it was because just before I disappeared I told you that it was you I loved all along," Stiles explained, watching you. Your eyes sparkled the same way they did when he told you he loved you in the schoolyard after seeing the Ghost Riders for the first time and knowing exactly what was going to happen to him. "You can't believe how happy I was when I was back, and you had said that you felt the same way. You made me the happiest person that day.... From then on, everything was really uphill. You came with me to Washington during my college years and studied there, we moved back to Beacon Hills and then got married here on July 17, 2018-"
"0717, my cell phone code is-"
"Our wedding day, yes," Stiles replied proudly. You could see tears forming in his eyes again, but he was fighting it. 
"You managed to become an FBI agent?"
"Yeah," Stiles gave a short laugh. "Crazy, right?"
"And Ellie, she's really our daughter?"
Stiles nodded and swallowed before continuing. "Ellie is short for Eliana, during our time in Washington you had met a nice older lady at the library you worked at named Eliana and you immediately fell in love with the name. Ellie will be 3 years old in two months."
"Stiles. I heard you earlier. You were saying to Scott that it happened to Derek once too, right?"
"Yes, Derek was turned back by Kate to an age where he trusted her. We think Peter did the same thing to you to help him open the vault again. We don't know how Derek managed to change back. Scott is in the process of contacting Derek, but Derek is traveling a lot. We're hoping we can reach him."
You just nodded, looking deep into Stiles' eyes. He looked tired and exhausted. Not all that different from 10+ years ago, except that he had aged a bit. How you would like to hold him now, but somehow it felt wrong. This was not the Stiles you knew. 
Stiles noticed your behavior and took your hand in his, stroking the back of your palm with his thumb while looking down at the floor. "Why don't you go to sleep, and we'll talk more tomorrow, okay? I'm very exhausted."
With a soft sigh, you got up from the bed and walked towards the bedroom door, ready to return to the guest room, but not before turning around once more. "I know you're having a hard time looking at me, or talking to me like I'm not a teenager again. But we can do this Stiles, okay? I can't remember anything because it hasn't really happened for me yet, but I can feel that I want to be the old me again. I want to be me again and be able to spend time with you."
Stiles smiled at you and started loosening the tie around his neck to get ready for bed. "I sure hope so."
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As if in a déjà vu, you woke up again with a bad headache, followed by nausea that overcame you. But lying around was not an option for you, the day was going to be long, just like every other day in the last years. With a glance at the clock on your phone, you realized that it was actually way too early, so you still had plenty of time to rest before you had to get up and prepare breakfast and lunch for Ellie. So you turned around again and reached out, only to realize you were alone in bed.
And then it came over you. Everything that had happened yesterday. How you woke up under the bleachers. Stiles, how he was confused that you were suddenly young again, Peter, and then the conversation with Stiles last night. All of a sudden you were wide awake and jumped up from the bed. You could remember everything, everything. Not just yesterday's events, no, even the last 10 years. Quickly, you turned on the lights in the room and ran to the cupboard that always stood here in the guest room and looked at yourself in the small mirror that stood on it. You definitely recognized yourself, and this time it wasn't the innocent eyes looking at you, it was you. 
In no time at all, you ran out of the room, down the hall to your bedroom and cracked open the door without even knocking. Stiles, who had been asleep until just now, was startled enough to wince and pull the covers over his head before peeking back out from under them. "Y/N? What the hell?"
Again, you flipped on the lights since it was still too dark outside and the entire bedroom became bright. Stiles looked at you with sleepy eyes, but immediately snapped them open when he saw what had happened. "Stiles," you breathed out before walking over to the bed and sitting down next to him. 
"I never thought I'd be happy to see you with those two gray hairs you got so early."
"Shut up," you countered, throwing yourself into his arms. Stiles hugged you as tight as he could, feeling the tears just flowing again. He pressed several kisses to your hairline, happy that the curse or whatever it was had only lasted for such a short time. You lifted your head and put your lips to his. 
"I wolf you," you murmured against his lips, snatching a light laugh from him. 
"And we used to make fun of Scott for saying that to Malia," he laughed. 
"And now we have it engraved in our rings."
"Only because I managed to convince you stubborn fool of it, and now you love it."
"Just keep telling yourself that, Stiles."
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