#stiles stilinski angst

[voidpetrova]

captive hearts — void!stiles x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, degradation, slut-shaming, breeding kink, obsession

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synopsis: it wasn't something your best friend would do, but it's what the nogitsune wanted for him. it was supposed to be against your will, but you couldn't stop yourself from falling for the familiar face that was holding you hostage

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the night hung heavy with a sense of unease, casting shadows that seemed to dance with malevolent intent. in the dimly lit hallway of eichen house, you stood, the distant echoes of your friends' voices fading into the background. anxiety clawed at your chest, a gnawing feeling that something was deeply wrong.

as you rounded a corner, a figure stepped out of the shadows, and your breath caught in your throat. your best friend stood before you, his eyes dark and haunted, his presence radiating with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

“(y/n),” his voice was a low, almost chilling whisper, a stark contrast to the stiles you knew so well. “you shouldn't be here.”

despite the warning in his words, you felt a surge of concern for your friend, your best friend. the stiles you had grown up with, the one who had shared countless memories and inside jokes. but now, as you looked into those void-black eyes, you couldn't deny the presence of something darker and far more sinister.

“what's happened to you, sti?” you asked softly, your heart heavy with worry.

a mirthless smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his voice carrying an eerie edge. ”oh, i'm still me, sweetheart. just a version you've never seen before.”

before you could react, his hand had shot out, his fingers gripping your wrist in an iron hold. panic surged within you, your heart racing as you struggled against his grasp.

“let me go, sti, please,” you pleaded, your voice quivering with a mix of fear and determination. he didn't relent, his grip unyielding as he stared down at you, his expression an enigmatic mask. “you're not leaving, (y/n). you're staying with me.”

confusion mingled with your fear. “why? what is it you want?”

his gaze held yours, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “i want you all to myself. away from distractions, away from interference. just you and me.”

his words sent a chill down your spine, the implications sinking in like a weight in your chest. your friends, the pack—they were the distractions he spoke of. stiles wanted you isolated, wanted your undivided attention. but for what purpose?

“stiles, please,” you pleaded, the fear in your voice betraying your facade of strength. “this isn't you. you're my friend.”

for a moment, something flickered in his eyes, a brief hint of the stiles you knew. but then it was gone, replaced by the darkness that had consumed him.

he leaned in, his voice a low murmur against your ear. “they don't matter, (y/n). only you.”

his words were a whisper against your skin, a dangerous allure that tugged at the edges of your resolve. despite the fear, despite the unease, you found yourself drawn to him—compelled by his magnetism, his power, and the dangerous allure of the unknown.

the air grew heavy with tension as stiles maintained his unyielding grip on your wrist. his touch was both firm and possessive, a reflection of the darkness that had consumed him. there was a twisted energy about him, an intensity that sent shivers down your spine and yet stirred an unfamiliar curiosity within you.

“why are you doing this, stiles?” your voice wavered, your heart pounding against your chest.

his eyes bore into yours, void of the warmth and familiarity you once knew. “because, (y/n), there's something about you that i can't resist. something that draws me in, that makes me crave your presence.”

his words held a certain vulnerability, an admission that cut through the layers of manipulation. and despite the fear, despite the uncertainty, you couldn't help but sense a flicker of truth in his confession.

stiles' fingers released your wrist, only to replace their grip with cold metal cuffs that bound your wrists together. he led you down the dimly lit corridor, the echo of your footsteps resonating through the silence. chains clinked softly as they trailed behind you, a physical reminder of your captivity.

“you and i, (y/n),” stiles murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, “we're bound by something deeper than friendship. i can feel it. and i need you, all of you, to myself.”

as you walked beside him, the weight of his words settled over you like a cloak. the darkness within him was palpable, and yet, there was a connection that defied reason—an inexplicable link between you that drew you closer, even in the face of danger.

he led you into a room, its walls adorned with eerie symbols that seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy. chains dangled from the ceiling, their presence a stark reminder of the power stiles now wielded.

“you won't leave here until you understand,” he said, his gaze intense and unyielding. “until you see the truth of what we could be.”

stiles' hands moved deftly, securing the chains around your wrists, leaving you bound and vulnerable. the metal cuffs bit into your skin, a physical manifestation of the control he exerted over you.

“you're hurting me, sti,” you whispered, your voice laced with a mixture of pain and desperation.

his eyes softened for a moment, a trace of remorse flickering within them. “i don't want to hurt you, (y/n). but you have to see. you have to feel what I feel.”

he drew closer, his presence consuming the small space between you. his fingers brushed against your cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle, and yet, beneath it all, you sensed the unrelenting darkness that had taken hold of him.

“i've watched you, wanted you,” stiles confessed, his voice laced with raw emotion. “and now, i can't resist. you're mine, (y/n). even if you don't know it yet.”

his lips brushed against yours, a kiss that held a desperate longing, a dangerous craving. and as his mouth captured yours, you couldn't help but taste the dichotomy within him—the darkness and the yearning that intertwined in a twisted symphony of desire.

for the first time since your captivity began, your resistance wavered, the line between fear and fascination blurred. stiles' kiss held a power over you that defied reason, igniting a fire within your very core.

and as he pulled away, his eyes locked onto yours, a sense of inevitability settled over you—a realization that the boundaries between captor and captive were more fluid than you had ever imagined. in the midst of the shadows, a dangerous intimacy had formed, a connection that transcended the darkness and danced on the precipice of something deeper, something you couldn't yet comprehend.

the weight of your captivity pressed down on you, the chains and cuffs a tangible reminder of your vulnerability. stiles' eyes bore into yours, a mixture of intensity and anticipation that sent a shiver down your spine. his confession, his touch, his kiss—they were all a maelstrom of emotions that threatened to consume you.

tears welled up in your eyes as you gazed at him, your voice shaking as you found the words. “stiles, please— i can't share my feelings like this, not when you're— not when you're like this.”

his fingers brushed away your tears, his touch gentle against your skin. “(y/n),” he murmured, his voice a mixture of longing and reassurance, “you don't have to say a word. i can see it in your eyes.”

you trembled beneath his gaze, your heart a chaotic mess of conflicting emotions. his words held a truth you couldn't deny—the feelings you had suppressed, the connection you had resisted, it was all there, laid bare in the depths of your gaze.

he leaned in, his lips brushing against your forehead, a tender gesture that contrasted sharply with the darkness that enveloped him. “i've waited for this,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. “waited for you to see what's between us.”

your heart pounded in your chest, a symphony of fear and desire that echoed in the silence between you. his lips descended upon yours once more, a kiss that was both a declaration and an invitation. and this time, as his mouth claimed yours, you didn't hold back.

your lips met his in a fervent dance, a mixture of desperation and surrender that left you breathless. the chains that bound you became an afterthought, the darkness that surrounded you fading into the background. there was only stiles—the stiles who had once been your best friend and confidant, and the stiles who now held you captive in a web of emotions too complex to untangle.

as his kiss deepened, a sense of inevitability settled over you—a recognition that your fate was now irrevocably intertwined with his. the tears you had shed, the resistance you had fought—it all seemed inconsequential in the face of the consuming desire that pulsed between you.

his hands explored your body with a reverence that belied the darkness that had taken hold of him. Your skin tingled beneath his touch, each caress sending waves of heat through your veins. the chains that had once symbolized captivity now seemed like a conduit of connection, linking you to him in a way that defied the confines of reason.

and as the minutes stretched into moments, and the boundaries between you blurred beyond recognition, you felt a strange sense of surrender. it wasn't just to him—it was to the complex emotions that had taken root within you, to the longing and the darkness that now coursed through your veins.

stiles' lips left a trail of kisses along your jaw, his touch igniting sparks of pleasure that melded seamlessly with the turmoil of emotions you felt. the fear, the desire, the confusion—they all melded together in a symphony of sensations that left you dizzy and disoriented.

you pulled him closer, your fingers threading through his hair as you captured his lips in a fervent kiss. in that moment, the darkness that surrounded you was eclipsed by the intensity of your connection—an intensity that defied reason, logic, and the very essence of who you thought you were.

as the darkness and the desire merged into a single entity, you surrendered yourself to the storm that raged within you, a storm that was as much a part of you as the beating of your heart.

amid the whirlwind of emotions, your senses seemed to blur, the line between reality and desire becoming increasingly indistinct. stiles' touch was intoxicating, his kisses igniting a fire that consumed you from the inside out. the chains that bound you, once symbols of captivity, now felt like a tether to something deeper, something that defied the darkness that surrounded you.

his fingers traced the contours of your face, his touch both tender and possessive. his lips brushed against yours in a series of fervent kisses, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. The world around you faded into obscurity, leaving only you and stiles, entangled in a dance that seemed to transcend time and space.

his breath was warm against your skin as he pulled away slightly, his gaze locking onto yours with a mixture of intensity and vulnerability. “(y/n),” he whispered, his voice rough with longing.

tears welled up in your eyes, your heart a tumultuous sea of emotions. the words you spoke next were laden with a raw honesty that cut through the darkness like a beacon of light. “stiles, i love you. i don't care what you do to me. just—just do whatever you want. i'm yours.”

his eyes widened, surprise mingling with a rush of desire that seemed to consume him. a mixture of conflicting emotions played across his features—a sense of disbelief, a yearning for connection, and a darkness that still clung to him.

but then, as if a dam had broken, stiles' expression shifted. the vulnerability in his eyes intensified, the conflict giving way to a single-minded determination. he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss that spoke of urgency and need.

the room seemed to spin around you as the kiss deepened, your fingers gripping his shoulders as you pulled him closer. the chains and cuffs that held you were no longer barriers—they were mere threads in a tapestry woven from the emotions that bound you to him.

stiles' hands roamed your body with a possessiveness that mirrored the intensity of his emotions. your skin burned under his touch, each caress igniting a fire that seemed to spread through your veins. and with every touch, every kiss, the divide between you grew smaller, until there was nothing left but the overwhelming sensation of being consumed by him.

as the minutes stretched into eternity, you felt a sense of liberation—a liberation from the constraints of reason, from the boundaries of morality. the darkness that had once defined him was now a mere shadow, eclipsed by the force of your shared desires.

stiles pulled away, his breath ragged, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that left you breathless. “you have no idea how long i've waited to hear you say that.”

your chest heaved, your heart racing as you met his gaze with unwavering sincerity. “i meant every word, stiles. i don't care about the void. i love you, all of you.”

the vulnerability in his eyes deepened, a sense of awe mingling with his desire. he kissed you again, a kiss that was both a promise and a confession—a promise of something deeper, something that defied the darkness that had brought you to this point.

and as his lips claimed yours once more, you kissed him back with a fervor that mirrored his own. In the midst of the chaos, the desires, and the emotions that swirled around you, a new truth emerged—a truth that transcended captivity and defied reason.

“i've gotta be honest, doll,” he murmured into the kiss, stroking your cuffed wrists as he attached his lips to the crease of your jawline. “spent so many nights jerking off to the thought of you.” you pressed your thighs together, attempting to ease the tingling between your legs as a soft moan left your mouth.

“stiles, please,” you moaned, tugging at his dark locks as he sucked on the sweet spot of your neck, sucking until it was marked with purple. “need you inside me already.” he smirked at the way you begged for him, your words going straight to his dick as his jeans tightened.

he pulled away from your neck as he admired your desirable state, neck marked, hands cuffed and legs spread for him. your eyes fell to the bulge in his jeans, a small gasp passing your lips. the size was incredible, you couldn't possibly imagine what was waiting for you behind the fabric. “go on, princess,” he cooed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “take it out for me, baby. show me how much you want it.”

you did as you were told, from unbuttoning his jeans, to sliding them down his legs, to ignoring the way your pussy throbbed at the sight. his grey boxers had a stain pressed right where his tip was, tight and suffocating as his dick was outlined in the most perfect way. when you slid his boxers down in anticipation, your eyes widened, the smirk on his face only growing. “it's too big,” you gasped, and you weren't exaggerating. you knew it would tear your cunt apart with the combination of length and thickness. “gonna rip me apart.”

he could only shudder as you wrapped a hand around his shaft, your other hand pulling him in by his shirt. he was practically on top of you now, big dick right in your face as you clutched it. he exchanged your hand for his own, tilting his cock towards your mouth, shuddering as he tapped his slicked, angry tip against your bottom lip. you parted your lips, saliva trickling as you engulfed his tip, swirling your tongue around the slit as salty pre-cum filled your mouth and groans of pleasure filled your ears.

“so pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he cooed, hand brushing your cheek as he admired you. you were so slutty for him, so willing and eager to please the man who was holding you hostage. “needy little doll, aren't you?” you nodded as he withdrew his cock from your mouth, smearing the arousal onto your lips before pulling away.

“please give me more, sti,” you moaned as you felt your clit throb, tugging on your restraints but failing to accomplish anything. “need all of you, please.”

he took pride in the way you begged him so nicely, in the way tears clouded your vision due to the lack of friction and mercy. he held devious laughter back as the tears spilled down your cheeks, unable to resist a few pumps of his dick at the sight of your tears. he leaned down, lips grazing your ear as his hands began to roam your body.

“little sluts like you get their pussies used, you know that? walking around in tops like this with your tits out, you like it when other guys stare at you?” you shook your head but it was no use, he had torn off your shirt, leaving you in a bra that would soon fall to the floor. he groaned, dick pressing into your skin as he groped your tits, eyes practically rolling back into his head as he sucked on the soft flesh, tongue swirling around your nipples before he engulfed them whole. “and these skirts that barely cover your ass, come on. you get a thrill knowing aiden's watching your cute little thighs? knowing isaac and theo are jacking off to your ass and tits at home, wishing they could have you the way i do?” the skirt you had on met the same fate as your top, leaving you in panties that made stiles go insane—see-through, pink, and for his eyes only. his hands pulled apart the flesh of your ass as you moaned, his lips trailing along your thighs, kisses planted on every inch of skin until you could feel his hot breath fanning your pussy.

“such a pretty little thing,” he cooed, pressing his nose into your barely-clothed clit. you whimpered, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as stiles inhaled, groaning at how he was met with a damp nose. “anybody else get you this wet, sunshine?” you shook your head eagerly, thighs trembling.

“no, just you. it's always been you.” your response pleased him enough for him to push your panties to the side, a sigh of relief leaving him as he stared at your pussy—at the way your arousal made it shine in the light.

“do i have to prep you, doll?” his question was almost mocking, dripping with insincerity as he used his thumb to toy with your clit, rubbing aggressive circles into it as your moisture piled up. you shook your head through your moans, back arching into his touch. you needed more of him.

“spread your legs wider,” he ordered. you obliged, spreading them as much as you could, your pussy on display for him. “good fucking girl.”

when you felt his tip against your entrance, you knew you were in for a treat. he didn't bother putting a condom on, knowing that even if you got pregnant, it could only make him a happier man.

“i'm gonna tell you one thing,” he murmured, his voice steady yet harsh. “i'm gonna breed your fucking pussy, mark my words.” you whined at his words, the idea of birthing his children going straight to your core.

“please, sti,” you begged him, hating the empty feeling that overwhelmed you. “cum inside me, get me pregnant please.”

when he thrusted into you, your vision went black for a good few seconds. he entered you with a loud groan, his eyes glinting with a burning desire that clouded his judgement. you moaned with him, your pussy clenching around his dick like no other. if only he had given you time to get used to the size of it. you pulled at your restraints, pleasure clashing with pain at the foreign size inside you. “s-stiles,” you begged him. “t-too big, please.” your pleads only came off as a joke to him, as he mocked your words.

“it sucks, doesn't it? when i have to put you in your place, split your pussy open?” he smirked at you from above, a dangerous spark in his eyes. “really should've thought about that before leaving the house like a cheap slut.”

tears stung in your eyes, but you couldn't ignore the way your wetness spread at his derogatory tone. it was impossible to ignore, with the way he was pounding into you at an impossible pace, hips slamming against your skin as he used you. he used you. he had turned you into his bitch in heat—screaming for more of his cock that made you delirious. he grabbed your jaw with one hand, breast with another as they began to bounce from his brutality. he watched the way tears spilled down your face from the pain, and he couldn't help the way they made his cock twitch. watching you cry like that had him cumming the first time in a matter of minutes. “keep crying—shit, fuck—cry for me, cry like a little bitch,” your first orgasm followed shortly after, cries of ecstasy passing your lips as you rode out your high. unfortunately, stiles wasn't planning on stopping.

the overstimulation was too much. stiles had himself on top of you, his legs spread farther apart in order to thrust into you at an animalistic pace, even faster and harder than the first time. you sobbed, sweaty hair sticking to your skin. he groped every part of your body, leaving bruises on your tits, waist and ass as he fucked you stupid. “come on, gorgeous, i know you've got another one for me,” he practically snarled, pounding into your sweet pussy as he thumbed your clit with a loose finger. you were so close, you could feel it. “it's too much, stiles, i can't,” you sobbed, but he wasn't having any of it.

“can you feel it? the way i'm fucking all this cum back into your little pussy?” the cum from his first orgasm had slipped out by a few drops, but he was right, it was all fucked back into you during your second round. “no one's gonna fucking touch you after i'm done with you. you're gonna be my little whore.”

“i'm all yours, sir,” you cries as his hands found its way around your throat. he gave your throat a squeeze, watching the way you moaned with your head back, boobs bouncing from the sheer force of his overpowering thrusts. “i'm your dirty whore and no one else's.”

when his thrusting reached a pace that seemed inhumane, you felt your second orgasm washing over you. you had to close your eyes to brace yourself for when it came, but when it did, it was twice as good as the first. you moaned when you squirted, juices coating his dick as it began to throb aggressively inside you, a string of curses leaving his mouth as hs held onto your tits, lips parting as he finally came a second time. he came loudly, thick, hot spurts of his cum filling you up twice in a row.

when he pulled out, he could only watch in satisfaction at the sight of your pussy overflowing with his cum.

you were worn out, an empty feeling striking you as you locked eyes with stiles. he couldn't help but smile at you, planting a kiss on your forehead.

in each other's arms, you found solace—a solace that resonated with the knowledge that, even in the heart of darkness, love could thrive.

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[stilinskibaby]

brother's best friend.

PAIRING : stiles stilinski x mccall!reader.

CONTENT : fluff ๑ angst ๑ smut

it started out as a childhood crush, as most longterm infatuations do. you couldn't have been older than four when you met stiles, your stiles. he was missing his front tooth and he spoke with a lisp.

he was wildly loud and animated and you know when you're a kid and you think a boy is so cute that you're sure there's hearts in your eyes. he spoke of playing dragons and knights with scott, “oh! and you can be the princess.”

it was a memory that you kept crawling back to, a time much simpler than now. you could have let out a cold laugh, now you were in constant fear of your life, scott’s life, stiles’ life. it wasn't anything you couldn't handle but you wished for the times when all you had to worry about was your silly schoolgirl crush on stiles.

today was surprisingly quiet, just defeating peter and dealing with the deadpool, you were tired. all of you were, but you kept an eye open just on the off chance that something would try to kill one of your friends.

you stared at your reflection in the mirror, and dotted some concealer under your eyes, anything to make it look like you got some sleep last night. you didn't have scott’s powers to fall back on, nor lydia’s intelligence and intuition. everyday you wondered if you'd be another human lost in the fight against the preternatural.

you tried to wipe the thoughts from your head before walking down the main hall of the high school, stiles stood leaning against his locker while your brother talked about god knows what.

you walked up to the two of them and tried to act normal. like stiles isn't a whole foot away from you, like his cologne isn't enough to make your knees quiver, like every little wink, smile and joke doesn't make you wanna beg him to love you.

you'd been dealing with this crush for as long as you have memories, it should be easier by now. it seemed like lately though, it was getting harder. almost like he was purposefully invading all your thoughts.

“helllloooo?” you came back to the present because of stiles’ voice and scott's hand waving in front of your face. your skin warmed from the embarrassment of getting caught zoning out.

“what? sorry, I'm just tired,” you sighed, seemingly having said that alot recently. but dealing with what you can only assume to be a unrequited crush is tiring. especially when that crush happens to be on your brother's best friend.

stiles eyes squinted with disbelief. if there was one thing you hated about the boy, it was his ability to tell when anyone was lying.

“right, anyways,” scott continued eyeing you from the corner of his eyes but you were already zoning out again.

your day continued on like that, just skating by with your mind constantly drifting back to stiles. it felt almost like you were cursed, your brain almost short circuiting whenever you tried to think of literally anything else.

before you knew it, as if on airplane mode you found yourself walking out the doors towards the jeep. since scott started working at the clinic, you'd just been riding home with stiles. and due to the supernatural nature of your life, it's easier this way.

you climbed into the jeep and tried to keep a semblance of calm. stiles scent was invading your nostrils, with his lacrosse gear in the back seat and him sitting directly next to you. a soft song played on the radio, and if your emotions weren't getting the best of you ; you'd romanticize the man before you.

you were almost never quiet when left alone with stiles, it almost like you don't know how to shut up when around him. so the silence filling the jeep was becoming a bit much even for the hyperactive mind of stiles stilinski.

“you sure you're okay, sunshine?” his hand awkwardly patted your leg. stiles has been calling you sunshine forever, it's yours-and-his special little thing and even when you feel like the world is crushing you, it still gives you butterflies.

you had be around ten, you sat on the bus one seat in front of stiles and scott. stiles was talking mindlessly about lydia ( 12 year olds and their crushes ). and some kid was in the seat in front of you talking about how weird you were. being just a kid, you were almost to tears until stiles heard what the unkind words sprouted from the kid’s mouth.

“you don't even know what you're talking about! she's like sunshine.”

you found yourself blushing and feeling embarrassed, just for the kid to start making fun of you and stiles.

you let the silence hang a bit longer, trying to buy some time to tell a somewhat believable lie. the jeep came to a stop in front of stiles’ house. your eyebrows knit together trying to remember if there was some prior agreement that you forgot about.

“i think i know exactly what you need!” stiles spoke excitedly, and your heart felt like it was gonna fall out of your chest.

“a-and what's that?” you tried to convey a sarcastic tone but your voice shook as spoke. you prayed to whoever was listening that he didn't notice.

his eyes scanned your face as if trying to pry into your mind and it would give him all the answers. “movie night! i know we haven't done one in forever, but i think it'll help get your mind off whatever is bothering you. I know scott is usually here for this,” he sighed a little and rubbed the back of his neck.

your heart warmed, you couldn't believe the absolute kindness this boy had to offer. though every moment around him, was a kick to ego and a kiss for your heart.

“thank you, stiles,” his hand still awkwardly sat on your thigh, burning a metaphorical hole through your jeans.

he grinned that big smile, the one where his whole face turns into pure joy. it took everything in you not to just kiss him right there. and right as you began to get the courage he pops open his door and falls out the jeep. you chuckled to yourself bitterly.

you followed him into his room where you plopped yourself down on the bed. “so what's on tonight, star wars again?” you giggled as you watched him fumble through his dvds.

“actually, i rented heathers last night just for you, i know it's your favorite!” this boy was going to kill you.

and just like old times, he made popcorn and let you lay on his chest. you thought you might throw up. watching your favorite film, with the biggest crush of your life and it started to feel like you were suffocating.

you sat up anxiously, leaning against the wall, stiles’ head lazily rolled to the side, watching your every move.

“stiles,” your voice shook, your lips quivered and you were rubbing your hands intensely.

“hey! woah, hey, it's okay, whatever it is, it's okay, what's got you so upset? did you kill someone or something?” he tried to joke and relieve the tension and at this moment you think that might be an easier conversation.

“no, no, nothing like that,” the Perception of rejection was getting to you, an anvil falling on your heart. you laughed bitterly, “actually, now it feels so dumb. i just, stiles, i-i love you. i love you so much and i cant, i tried to swallow it and for a while that worked,” you were basically sobbing now eyes closed and lip shaking and you were about to lose your breath.

“but i can't, and I can't keep pretending i dont, but it's killing me and that feels dramatic but please, please don't hate me.” he knew this was very serious for you, a girl that almost never let anyone see her cry. amd he didn't mean to, and he feels so bad for it but he laughs, it just thr awkwardness that's in his bones.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, please I didn't mean to laugh, but i guess it just seems so silly to me that you wouldn't just tell me or someone and let it get so bad.” he pauses almost like he's trying to find his words. and all you can think about is running, running as fast as you can but his hand is on your leg and you'd feel so bad for it.

“i can't believe you could be so oblivious, I've been trying to hint to you for years now that i felt the same,” you didn't let him finish his sentence instead, doing what you've always wanted to do : kiss him. your lips mold together perfectly, you felt so far away, like you were in a dream.

the dream felt more hazy, when his hands find your hips and pull you into his lap. you can feel his cock hardened underth you, restrained by his jeans. you grind against and whimper into his mouth.

“stiles, stiles if you don't do something right now,” your words were breathless, somewhere between a whimper and a whine. his fingers move quickly to undo his jeans, while you shed yourself of everything but your bra and panties. you always wore cute panties in a secret way to manifest this happening.

as soon as he has you below, his hands are moving to grope your tits, he groans, eyes scanning every inch of your body, trying to commit every part of you to memory.

“fuck, you're so pretty, baby.” his words go straight to your core, warm, wet and clenching around nothing. you're thoughtless, the only thing left in your mind is him, so you just whine.

his fingers trace around your hips and slide your thong to the side to get a view of your beautiful cunt.

“you ready?” you nod, and he shakes his head, as if a new man. “say it,” as his hands slide over every part of your body except where you need him most.

“m ready, please stiles need you, need your cock. please, please” you were practically begging so pumped himself a few times before sheathing his full length into your cunt. it's so deliciously painful.

“mm such a good girl, taking me so well,” he pressed his lips against your forehead in a long kiss. before giving you long thick strokes, ans his hand reaching between you to rub little circles onto your clit. you were seeing white as continued to fuck you, your fingernails scraping against his pale skin.

his teeth gritted as he moaned, trying so hard to hold back. “m close, please please.” you whined and he fucked you faster, and harder. rough groans falling out of his lips.

your climax was closing in on your, your nails skating harder against him, your legs closing in around his hips. you basically screamed your orgasm out against stiles neck. he chuckled to himself, proud he could do all this. he funally let go, fucking you both through your climaxes. and keeping his now soft cock in your cunt, to keep his cum in you. thank god for birth control.

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[murdrdocs]

how do you think stiles would react if you just broke down sobbing in the middle of having sex? like uncontrollably and unexplainably

srry if this is a weird thought and feel free to ignore

this is not that weird and its very celeste as it turns out

instantly, he's stopping. no matter what stage (?) you're at, no matter if he's kissing you or if he's in you. he's pulling out, holding your face, gently encouraging you to open your eyes and look at him. his voice gets soft and loses any previous edge, his eyes focus solely on every minute detail that makes up your frame.

he gives you a few minutes, lets you cry it out or slow it down if you need to, before he asks what's wrong. and if it's a bad cry, he'll take the condom off throw it out, and pull you into his chest. skin to skin contact, stroking your back and shoulder in a romantic, nonsexual way. if skin to skin is too much, he'll help you cover up and he'll cover himself up and you two will just sit there, silence except your sniffles and sobs and stiles' encouragement to let it out.

if it's a good cry, one of those 'it all feels so good that it's cathartic' cries, stiles is giggling cutely. "you scared me, honey," as he's kissing your hairline and stroking the side of your neck. he proceeds to smother you in kisses, gathering the salty water on his lips while he does so, only to transfer it to your lips when he practically suffocates you with how hard he kisses you.

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[fitzells]

stiles and “street-light”

it’s cheesy! it’s short! it’s off topic! it’s unedited! it was written on tumblr mobile by an idiot who should be doing her irish homework because it’s ten o’clock at night! but i love stiles and i frickin adore kenz so here it is!!!!!!

“You’re so pretty.” He hums, tucking the loose hair behind your ears and cupping your jaw in his calloused hands.

Your cheeks are burning, and your gleaming eyes avert his lovesick gaze as he beams at you. Beneath the flickering orange hue of the street lights, he glows. Truly. So much so that it irritates you a little bit.

Besotted. Enamoured. Infatuated. Beguiled. There’s not a single word in the English language that could convey what you felt for him. So, despite your better judgement, your eyes lock with his twinkling ones, and you grin. Bright and lovestruck.

His warm hands caress the sides of your neck, smoothing up and down the flesh slowly; making you want to melt into one of the tiny puddles littering the cement beneath you. You breathe, unsteady and unsure; and then you say it. “I love you. A lot. So much.”

It’s his turn to smile, and it’s elated and cheery; you want to say it again, you’ll say it at the start of every sentence as long as he keeps looking at you like this.

“She loves me. You love me.”

You pout petulantly, a groan of pure humiliation and displeasure tumbling past your lips. “Forget it. I take it back.”

“No way! You can’t take it back. You’ve told me now, it’s a done deal.” His arm wraps around your shoulders as he walks you back to his jeep, and you curl into his flannel clad torso; linking your fingers through the hand dangling from your shoulder.

For once, it’s quiet. It’s calm. There’s no supernatural creatures trying to murder you (that you know of), no cold cases to crack or trigonometry homework to do. For once, you can breathe. He presses a kiss to your temple, pulling away to open his car door. This takes him a little while, Roscoe isn’t known for being easy to manage. Once the car door is wedged open open and you’re both inside, he speeds off.

You check the time. 10:14. You told your mum you’d be home by eleven. You have time.

“Hey, baby?”

You hum serenely, you love when he calls you that.

“I love you more.”

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[pixiekiwi]

Comfort || Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader

a/n: if you’re interested, i am writing a stiles stilinski x fem!oc on my wattpad linked here: veggiekiwi

warnings: angst, mentions of death

words: 897

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“I’m so tired.”

Were the three words that finally broke you, hearing them uttered from your boyfriend’s mouth.

Your eyes widened with fear as you turned to Stiles, who was attempting to sleep next to you, after a week of nightmares, waking up screaming - he had probably gotten a total of 8 hours of sleep in the past week. Your heart broke at the sight of him looking at you, something unexplainable swam in his whiskey irises illuminated by the moonlight.

“Oh Stiles,” you whispered, turning your body towards his, your hand traveling to his pale cheek. He was cold, which scared you, and he was crying, which scared you even more. Stiles was never known to break easily, he was a man of honor, portrayed himself as strong, when inside he saw himself as weak.

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” he admitted quietly, tears falling down his nose as he stared into your eyes, “I’m afraid to sleep (Y/N),” he paused. His own larger hand goes to your chin, brushing it softly before retracting it, “I'm afraid.”

You felt like sobbing right then and there, hearing those words fall from his mouth. After the past year of fighting supernatural, it was rare to hear Stiles admit to something like that, after his father almost got sacrificed, after almost losing you. He had to be strong, and especially in front of you.

It wasn’t your turn to be comforted though, instead it was his. You pulled his body into yours, his head resting under yours as you kissed the top of his head, his shoulders beginning to rack with sobs, “I just want to sleep Y/N. I’m tired of these nightmares, the days I think I’m dreaming-” He cut himself off, wrapping his strong arms around your lower frame, they almost felt weak.

You shushed him slowly, stroking his hair in comfort. Truthfully, you didn’t know what to say, you hadn’t gone through what the boy did, so you let him cry into your chest, holding him as much as needed, letting him release the feelings he was keeping within himself.

“It’s okay my love,” you began to whisper, “It’s okay to be tired, you’ve gone through so much, you’re only 17.” You continued to stroke the boy's hair, one hand moving to his back, “You’re the strongest person I know, Stiles.” You admitted, and this was true, out of the whole pack, you truly believed it.

The boy in your arms shook his head slowly, “That’s just it (Y/N),” he whispered, moving from your grasp to meet your eyes, “I’m not strong, I feel so weak. I’m human, I can’t do things the way you can, the way Scott can, I can’t do anything.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at the revelation of the boy's feelings, “Stiles…” You began, your voice low, “That’s not true,” you shook your head, your hands going to the boys under eyes wiping away the tears that continued to fall. “You’re the smartest, strongest person I’ve ever met. You are constantly there for the pack, we can always count on you for anything.” You kissed the boy's cheek tenderly, “You always figure shit out.” You smiled weakly at this statement, hoping to cheer the boy up, which you did slightly. His eyes lit up as they stared into your own.

He shook his head, wiping his tears haphazardly, “You don’t get it.”

Your heart shattered at these words, your eyes casting downward to your legs entangled with his. He was right, you didn’t get it, you never really would. But that wouldn't stop you from trying to understand, Stiles needed you to, whether he knew it or not.

It was silent for a while, your eyes drifting back up to the boy in front of you, his eyes already on you. “I couldn’t have done any of it without you (Y/N),” he spoke, his voice hoarse from crying. His hand moved to your cheek.

You held a small smile at his touch, something that’s always comforted you, “We couldn’t have done it without you. I couldn’t have done it without you Stiles.

His head shook, “I almost lost you (Y/N),” his voice broke with these words, tears fell again at the thought of that fateful night, you in his arms, dying. “There was nothing I could do to save you, I couldn’t take your pain, I couldn’t heal you-“ you cut him off, your gentle hand going to his chin.

“Stiles.” your soft voice echoing in his ears, “I don’t need that from you, what you did, holding me there, comforting me,” you stopped yourself, attempting to hold yourself together, thinking about the way he begged and pleaded for you to be okay that night. “You were everything I needed Stiles.” you pursed your lips, pulling your body closer to his, “You always will be.”

Stiles accepted you moving closer to him, he wrapped and arm around you and used his other to tilt your chin upwards, kissing you tenderly. As he pulled away there was a look of hope in his eye, but something else that you couldn’t decipher. He smiled weakly at you, “I love you (Y/N),” he whispered, his brown eyes scanning your face.

You pushed yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around his frame and muttering into his bare chest, “I love you Stiles.”

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[12bucksundpommes]

Shadows of Love Lost

Summary: y/n is possessed by the nongitsue and is tied down in Scott's House while the figure out what to do with her.

Warnings: angst, sad stiles, screaming.

A/n: this is my first story so might not be the best, but I tried my best and hope people like it.

In Scott's living room, tension hung heavy in the air as the pack gathered around y/n, who sat bound to a chair, her eyes vacant and hollow. "We have to do something," Scott said, his voice tight with worry. "We can't just leave her like this." Kira nodded in agreement, her hands trembling with nerves. "But what can we do? The Nogitsune has a hold on her, and we don't know how to break it."

As they debated their next move, y/n remained silent, her gaze fixed on a distant point beyond the walls of the room. "Y/n, please," Lydia pleaded, her voice breaking. "We need to know how to help you. You're not alone in this." But instead of a response, y/n let out a blood-curdling scream, sending shivers down their spines.

Stiles clenched his fists, his heart breaking at the sight of his girlfriend in such agony. "I can't take this anymore," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Alison, sensing his distress, placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Stiles, let's step outside for a moment. You need some air." Nodding gratefully, Stiles followed Alison out of the room, the weight of the situation crushing down on him like a ton of bricks.

Once outside, Stiles leaned against the wall, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "I can't believe this is happening," he murmured, his voice choked with emotion. Alison wrapped her arms around him, offering silent comfort as he struggled to hold back tears. "I know it's hard, Stiles. But we'll find a way to help her. We can't give up." Stiles buried his face in Alison's shoulder, allowing himself a moment of vulnerability in the face of overwhelming despair. "I just can't stand to see her like that," he whispered, his voice breaking. Alison held him tighter, her heart aching for her friend's pain. "We'll figure this out together, Stiles. I promise."

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[luvonmes-blog]

Is it me?

in which they love each other.

part 2 to Why couldn’t it be me?

it has a little angst, nothing to bad tho but it gets so fluffy at the end. like grossly fluffy.

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so much had happened since that night. it was the last night Stiles had seen you in weeks. after Sheriff Stilinski drove you home you packed your things and just… disappeared. everyone tried contacting you. Scott, Lydia, Allison, Kira, even Isaac but no one could reach you. It’s like you had fallen off the face of the earth and Scott feared something had happened to you. no one had heard from you or knew where you were until that night. the night Allison died. you received all of their calls and voicemails, but never had the courage to call back. after you left you never planned to return but when you read Scott’s text about how Allison had died and he really needed you then - needed his best friend, his sister - you couldn’t avoid Beacon Hills any longer.

you showed up in his doorstep and the moment Scott opened the doors he fell into your arms. you let him sob into your chest until he couldn’t anymore. you two sat in his living room as he caught you up on everything and asked for your help.

“so… this entire time, it wasn’t Stiles?”

“no. it’s an evil spirit hiding in his body and Y/N/N, i need your help getting Stiles back.”

“why me? you have everyone else I don’t get why you’d need me.”

“I need extra help, just in case anything goes south, i’ll know I have you.”

“ok.” you pondered for a moment before speaking your mind. “I have an idea but I need you to make sure no one else knows i’m back.” Scott gave you a questing look. “I have a plan, Scotty, and for it to fall through, I need the element of surprise.”

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after that night Scott had kept you updated on everything that happened. and that led you to where you were now, standing outside of Beacon Hills High, hiding in the shadows. you saw Derek fighting some of the Oni with the twins and then you saw him. for a moment you thought it was him. you thought it was actually Stiles but you just knew it wasn’t. he didn’t look like your Stiles and now you’re questioning yourself on how you hadn’t noticed before. but you couldn’t let yourself wallow in self pity. you saw the imitation of Stiles look in your direction and before he could realize you were actually there you ducked behind a wall. you quickly realized walking straight through the front doors of the school was a no-go so you had to find another way to sneak in.

you remembered the many nights you Stiles and Scott had been in similar positions, somehow every time you were fighting some supernatural creature you ended up back at the school, tonight was no different. to get into the school you had to sneak past the imitation of Stiles - Void, they called him - and the Oni. the only other way you could think of was the doors leading to the lacrosse field. you snuck around the building as quietly as you could and onto the field. once there you sprinted to the doors and into the building. when you opened the metal doors what you saw was unexpected.

there was blood, everywhere. splattered all over the walls. it was gruesome and absolutely disgusting, you felt sick to your stomach. pushing the bile that was building up in your throat back down, you made your way through the halls. you snuck around until you heard the familiar voices of your friends. before you could reach them an Oni appeared in front of you. it unsheathed its sword and got into position to swing. right before the sword could slice at you, you ducked out of the way and rolled to the opposite side. hiding until the last moment wasn’t an option anymore so now you had no choice but to fight.

as you crouched on the floor you got into the position to pounce. only transitioning half way, your claws and fangs were out to help you defend yourself. growling lowly at the Oni you launched yourself at it, using an aggressive approach into the fight. it swung its sword at you, slicing through the air and missing you just barely. from what Scott had told you, the Oni were nearly invincible so when you had dig your claws into its arm, there was barely a reaction. the Oni shook you off and sliced its sword at you once again, this time cutting you on your side and leaving a gaping wound.

you hissed in pain and reached to touch the wound, blood covered your hand but you couldn’t give up now. no matter how hurt you were you had to continue fighting, for Stiles. just as the Oni was going to swing again you slid yourself through its legs and popped back up behind you. as it turned around you ducked and clawed at its midriff , a black smoke fell from its wound and it lifted its sword in the air to stab you. you twisted your body as the sword came down, sending a sharp pain through your side and you bent at your cut. you hissed as the gash started bleeding again but you hadn’t had enough time to register it as the Oni came charging at you. instead of backing or ducking out the way as you had done before, you pushed yourself into the Oni. you shoulder checked it and clawed at the mask. flipping over you kicked it’s sword out of its hand and elbowed it where you assumed it’s rib cage would be.

now that it didn’t have its sword anymore, you left it somewhat defenseless. you charged at it, grabbing it by its wrist and flipping it over your back, letting it fall to the floor, you grabbed something from your back pocket and stabbed it straight into its chest. Scott had told you that right before Allison passed she figured out the Oni’s only weakness - silver. and luckily for you, you always carried around a silver dagger your father had given you. as the Oni disappeared into a cloud of smoke you grabbed your dagger and dashed around a corner. just in time as well as Stiles, Lydia, Kira, and Scott came out of the doors of the classroom.

“we’re ok.” Scott had said. “we’re ok-” before he could finish Void had come out of nowhere and knocked him out. Kira turned around ready to swing her sword but Void hit her too.

“this was my game. you think you can beat me at my game.” now he was looking at Lydia and Stiles. he started down the hall at the two as they cowered backwards. “divine move. divine move.” he said incredulously. “you think you have any moves at all? you can kill the Oni but me? me? I’m a thousand years old. you can’t kill me!”

“but we can change you!” Lydia blurted out. that stopped him.

“what?” Scott told you everything and in case anything took an turn of events, like now, he told you what he needed you to do.

“you forgot about the scroll.” Stiles answered.

“the Shugendo scroll.” Lydia added.

“change the host.” it stemmed to all hit Void at once.

“you can’t be a fox and a wolf at the same time.” Stiles finished. and that’s where you came in.

you ran from the corner you were hiding behind and grabbed Voids arm first, just in case he tried to fight back. it came as a shock to Stiles and Lydia, they expected Scott but when they saw painted nails instead they immediately looked up. it wasn’t Scott at all, the red glowing eyes that were coming up from behind Void weren’t Scott McCalls. they were yours and the moment Stiles saw your face, he wanted to burst at the seams. he hadn’t seen you in over three weeks and to be honest, he never thought he would see you again. after the fight he had come looking for you and he couldn’t find you anywhere. not even at your secret spot.

you grabbed Voids head next, gripping onto his hair and yanking his head to the side. your fangs slid out and you growled right before biting into his neck. he was screaming as you bit him and once you had let him go, Kira stabbed him with her katana. Void started choking, a fly came out of his mouth and tried to escape but Isaac had caught in the jar made of wood from the nemeton at the last moment. Void had fallen to his knees and started cracking until he collapsed onto the floor and disappeared into a pile of dust.

everyone was looking at each other until all their all landed on you.

“Y/N.” Stiles spoke a smile lighting up his face but as he tried to take a step forward he collapsed.

“Stiles.” you ran to him, slipping your hand under his head just in time before he slammed it onto the ground. your heart rate was sky rocketing as you rested his head in your lap. Scott had told you they all feared that if they had taken out Void, would Stiles go along with him? and right now, you couldn’t lose him, you just got him back. just as the tears were building in your eyes Stiles took a deep breath in and his eyes opened.

“oh god. I fainted didn’t I?” you let out a breath of relief into a laugh as he looked up at you. “we’re alive? we’re all alive?” you nodded your head at Stiles as tears fell down your cheeks.

“yeah, we’re ok.”

“no, you’re hurt.” Stiles noticed you clutching your side where you wound was.

“no, i’m fine, we’re all fine.” just as you said that you felt a pit in your stomach as Lydia sat up. she got up and started heading to the main doors, and you lot followed behind her, you holding Stiles as he struggled to walk. when you finally reached outside you understand where the feeling was coming from, Derek, Aiden and Ethan were all sitting outside but Aiden didn’t look so well. he wasn’t well at all and once you guys finally realized what had happens Lydia turned around and Scott grabbed her, letting her sob into his arms.

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you were sitting in Stiles’ room putting things in boxes as he took down his mock investigation board. you noticed Sheriff standing in the doorway and you smiled at him. a look of shock crossed his face before a warm smile replaced it. you still hadn’t told everyone you were back.

“what’re you kids doing?” he asked and Stiles turned around, finally noticing his dad.

“we’re just…” he trailed off trying to find a way to finish the sentence.

“clearing our heads.” you finished for him and he turned to look at you, a smile gracing his face.

“ok.” his dad said staring fondly at the two of you before heading downstairs. Stiles put whatever he was holding down before kneeling in front of you.

“we need to talk.” the fond look you had on your face faded and you nodded, letting out a broken “ok.” you guessed it was finally the time, not much talking had been done since you got back. after that night you helped Stiles get home and then you went back to your place, your mom scolded you for disappearing and not telling her where you were but then she hugged you, telling you how much you worried her and if you were ever going through something again to just tell her. Stiles texted you and asked you to come over today, saying he needed help with his room. he took your hands into his and then placed one on his face. “I’m sorry.” you looked up at him incredulously.

“what… what are you sorry for?” you asked, eyes wide.

“the last time I saw you. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things and I know I hurt you and I never, ever meant to do that.” he was crying now, tears cascading down his cheeks.

“Stiles stop.” he looked up at you confused. “it wasn’t you Sti.” you bring your other hand to his face, now cupping his cheeks. “it wasn’t you. you didn’t mean it and I forgave you a while ago. the moment Scott told me what was happening I forgave you.” before you could finish Stiles surged up and kissed you, your lips moved passionately in tandem and a smile broke out onto your face.

“I love you.” he whispered and your eyes grew two times wide before the brightest smile you could muster appeared on your face. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Stiles.” he looked at you, smiling brightly as well. “I have since I met you.” he kissed you again and this time you pushed him back meeting him on the floor. you fell next to him in a fit of giggles intertwining your fingers with his. “ok, ok we have to clean.” you laughed, trying to get up but Stiles pulled you back down with him.

“it can wait. I finally got my girl.” and in that moment you swore you could never be happier.

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sooooo how we feelin? ik ik it took me forever to post part two but i finally did!

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[marie-swriting]

Trust You - Stiles Stilinski

Masterlist

Emails I Can't Send Masterlist

Summary : Your trust issues are getting worse as they start ruining your relationship with Stiles.

Warnings : hurt/comfort, angst, trust issues, mention of cheating parent, bad relationship with parents, self-sabotage, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 3.5k

French Version

Song inspiration : Emails I Can't Send by Sabrina Carpenter

‘Sorry, I’ll have to cancel tonight, I’m so tired because of lacrosse.’

You reread Stiles’ message at least three times before answering him with a simple ‘don’t worry, get some rest’. Even if your message seems insignificant, but your insecurities hide behind it.

Everytime Stiles can’t hang out with you because something comes up, a small voice comes talking to you just to scare you : ‘He doesn’t love you. He’s still in love with Lydia. He went to meet her. Or maybe he’s with Malia. Either way, he’s not with you. He cancelled to see another girl and spend the night with her because you’re not good enough.’. And lately, Stiles has cancelled a lot of dates, giving that small voice more strength. You’re struggling to not listen to it, but it can be convincing. You think Stiles would never hurt you, he’s loyal, but your fear is bigger than your trust.

That night, instead of being in your boyfriend’s reassuring embrace, you don’t sleep. You lay in your bed, hugging a pillow and letting tears wetting your cheeks. When your alarm rings, the idea of lying to your parents about being sick is really tempting for about a second, but you don’t want to stay in this house that hasn’t been a home for a week now. You need to leave, so you get out of bed and get ready for school.

When you arrive at Beacon Hills High, Stiles comes to you in an instant. He apologises again before taking you in his arms. You try to not show anything even if this small voice comes back in your head : ‘He’s probably not really sorry for looking elsewhere. He’s going to leave you for Lydia soon.’. You shake your head to chase it away unsuccessfully. During the morning, you stay silent and Stiles starts to worry. He noticed since the second you arrived something was wrong, but he is sure something’s up when lunch break comes. Indeed, you eat quickly and leave right after, pretending you have an assignment to do ; Stiles understands something's wrong with you even though he doesn't know what or why. In fact, you left when Lydia talked about what happened when she was at Stiles’, the day before. You felt a lump in your throat and you needed to be away from Lydia and Stiles. You ran away to the bathroom to cry freely. Your mind keeps torturing you, the voice was right : he wants to leave you for Lydia. He lied to you. You cry until the bell rings.

For the remainder of the day, Stiles tries to talk to you, in vain. You avoid him while your sadness slowly turns into anger. Though, Stiles is stubborn so he proposes to drive you home. For a moment, you want to refuse, but you need to confront him so you accept. You quickly send a message to your mom, telling her she doesn’t need to come pick you up. On the way home, you’re lost in your thoughts, trying to find the best way to talk to Stiles. As for him, Stiles drives nervously. When he parks in front of your home, you finally decide to not talk to him, wanting to avoid a new argument. You’re about to leave the Jeep when he holds you back. You look at him, fearing what he might say. Maybe the voice was right : you’re not good enough, he wants someone else, he’s already found someone else.

“Y/N, what’s the matter ?” He genuinely asks.

“Nothing.” You lie, making his eyes roll.

“I know you, there’s something wrong.”

You look at him for a second, weighing pros and cons before choosing to confront him.

“Why did you cancel last night ?”

“I told you, I was tired because of lacrosse.”

“You could have come to my place anyway. It’s not like we were gonna party. You know, if you wanted to be somewhere else or hang out with someone else, you could just have told me.”

“What are you talking about ? After school, I went home and slept.” He wants to know, frowning.

“Really ? So why didn’t you tell me you saw Lydia ?” You retort, crossing your arms on your chest.

“She just came for a few minutes, she needed to pick up something.”

“What thing ?”

“A book for school.”

“You couldn’t have given it to her today ?”

“She needed it to do her homework for today.”

“You could’ve told me.”

“Y/N, she stayed five minutes. I don’t need to tell you everything I’m doing.” He defends himself and you laugh humorlessly.

“You cancelled our night and Lydia came to your place, I think I have the right to know.”

“Why are you making such a big deal out of it ? It was for school.”

“I’m not making a big deal, but you lied to me.” You insist, pointing at him with your finger.

“I didn’t lie to you, when she left I went straight to bed because I was tired.”

“And when were you gonna tell me she came to your place ?”

“I didn’t think it was that important. Honestly, Y/N, why are you always so tense whenever Lydia comes up ?” He questions and you try to keep a neutral face.

“I just don’t like the way she’s glued to you.”

“She’s not glued to me.”

“Yes, she is, but how could you notice ? You’re too busy admiring her to notice it.”

“What are you even talking about ?”

“I’m just saying you’re really close to Lydia and almost every time you’ve cancelled it has been to see her.” You explain and Stiles runs his hand over his face, frustrated.

“She’s a friend.”

“Before you wanted more.”

“Yeah ‘before’, like you said. Why do you always mention the feelings I had for her ? Nothing ever happened and nothing will ever happen with her.” Stiles affirms.

“You should keep that in mind and tell her as well.”

“Y/N, honestly, I don’t see the problem.”

“I’m just stating a fact : Lydia is always glued to you so admit it.”

“Admit what ?” He demands, annoyed.

“You know what.”

“No, really I don’t.”

“Don’t take me for a fool, Stiles.” You order, dryly.

“What are you accusing me of ?”

“I’m not accusing you of anything.”

“Yet it feels like it. And it’s not the first time you do that. Everytime we argue, you mention Lydia, or even Malia, even when they don’t have anything to do with it.”

“What are you insinuating ? I’m annoying ? I’m overreacting ?” You snap, on the defensive.

“I’m just saying I feel like you’re accusing me of being too close to Lydia even though I didn’t do anything.”

“But you’d want to.”

“Honestly, at that point, yeah, like that I’d know what you’re accusing me of.”

As soon as Stiles says his sentence, his eyes open wide as he realises what he just said. Your eyes get teary but you’re holding them back.

“Y/N, I-” He tries to say but you cut him off.

“Fuck you.”

You take your bag and leave the Jeep before slamming the car door and running to your home. Stiles hesitates for a second to follow you but decides to not do anything, knowing you won’t listen to him. You go to your room and lock yourself in. Angry tears run down your cheeks while you’re trying not to scream. You’ve already argued with Stiles before. Several times. Too many times, even. But he never went that far. All of this because you pushed him over the edge, but he did admit that if he could, he’d go to Lydia. You throw yourself on your bed, take your pillow and you yell in it. You let all your rage leave your body while your sobs become stronger and stronger. You keep telling yourself you’ve ruined everything because of your insecurities, you let them talk so much that you’ve ended up pushing Stiles in Lydia’s arms. You ruined everything because you have trust issues. It seems like you haven’t been able to give your trust for the past two years. After crying for an hour, you start breathing slowly to calm down. When you finally have a normal heart rate again, your bedroom’s door opens, letting you see your dad.

“We need to talk, Y/N”, your dad starts but you don’t answer, “You can’t keep ignoring me, Y/N, please.”

“Not today, I don’t have the strength.” You sigh standing up from your bed.

“No, it can’t wait anymore, we need to talk about it.”

“There’s nothing to say. Leave me alone, I don’t want to talk to you.” You try to push him away, but he doesn’t move.

“Too bad, because we’re gonna talk.”

Understanding he’s not going to let go, you pass by him and leave your room.

“Come back here.” Your dad orders behind you.

“No.”

“For how long are you going to stay mad at me ?”

“‘Til the day you’ll be able to change the past.” You scream while walking to the living room.

“God, Y/N, even your mom forgave me.”

“And she shouldn’t have”, you explode, looking your dad in the eyes, “If it were me, I would have never forgiven you as quickly. Or at all.”

“Please, I don’t like to see my little girl angry at me.”

Your dad tries to softly put his hand on your cheek but you step back. You see the hurt in his eyes but you don’t care.

“Maybe you should’ve thought about it before destroying our family in one selfish night and I forbid you from calling me ‘your little girl’.”

“That night was a mistake. I regret it.”

“Is that the truth or a lie, like the time you pretended you were sleeping so you missed our family night ?” You interrogate, pretending to be clueless.

“Y/N, I’m sincerely sorry for the way I lied.”

“Don’t say sorry now, it’s too late.”

“Please, I’m trying to take a step towards you.” He begs, making you angrier.

“I don’t care. The fact is you let us down for some woman ! Because of what you did, mom was in the depth of despair. You made her suffer and you hurt me too. I don’t trust you anymore.”

“I know and I’ll spend the rest of my life resenting myself for it.”

“So you can understand why I don’t want to forgive you. You don’t know what it feels like to see the person you looked up to destroy the confidence you had. Now I can’t even look at you !” You retort, feeling the tears coming back and your dad looks down, ashamed.

“At least, tell me what I can do to fix this.”

“There’s nothing to do. I wish there was but you can’t do anything. You tore our family apart and I hate you for it. You talked about respect, fidelity and it didn’t stop you from betraying mom.”

You’re panting because of your anger. You take a second to try and calm yourself down before adding with a harsh tone “You disgust me. You’re such a dipshit.”

“You can be angry but I forbid you from talking to me like that !”

At the same time your dad reprimands you, you hear someone knocking on the door. You’re breathing quickly while you’re walking to the entrance. You turn back to your dad one last time “I don’t give a fuck.”

As you open the door, you find Stiles. You look at him and suddenly your tears roll down your cheeks. He smiles at you awkwardly, not knowing what to do because of what he just heard.

“Can we leave, please ?”

He hears your broken voice, Stiles doesn’t waste a second before taking your hand and walking you to his Jeep. Your dad follows you, ordering you to come back. As a response, you flip him the bird while Stiles starts his car.

You drive in silence. Your anger towards your genitor cools down, but you still feel a pain in your chest because of your discussion. You never would have thought you’d say those kind of awful things to your dad, but you also never would have thought he’d hurt you, both you and your mom. You try to wipe your cheeks but they become wet again a second later.

After driving for thirty minutes, Stiles pulls over next to a park. He looks at you with sympathy, trying to find a way to start the conversation. You take several breaths before looking at him.

“Wanna talk about it ?” Stiles questions with a soft voice.

“There’s not a lot to say”, you sniff, “I guess you heard everything.”

“Just when you insulted him.” He confirms while he offers you a tissue.

“He deserved it.”

You take the tissue and wipe away your tears before blowing your nose.

“Why did you come to my place ?” You start again.

“I… I wanted to apologise. I shouldn’t have said I wanted to be with Lydia. First of all because it’s not true, but also because I hurt you. I feel bad because I caused you pain.”

“You don’t have to apologise, Stiles.” You state with a small voice.

“Of course I do ! I was being mean when I said that.” he retorts, mad at himself.

“I pushed you over the edge. I’m always trying to find you flaws to turn them against you, even though you did nothing wrong. I hurt you because I can’t trust. It’s my fault if you said that.”

“You didn’t force me to say it.”

“I made you mad to force you to admit something that isn’t true. I’m sorry for always blaming you of cheating on me with Lydia. I know you’re honest, but I can’t help but be afraid.” You admit, ashamed.

“You feel threatened by Lydia ?” He asks, trying to understand.

“If it wasn’t her, it’d be Malia and if it wasn’t her, it’d be another one. I… I’m just so afraid you’re going to look elsewhere.”

“Does it have something to do with what I heard ?”

As a response, you nod. You stay silent for a second, wondering if you should talk to him about it. Finally, you tell yourself you’ve probably already ruined everything so it’s better to admit it.

“My dad cheated on my mom two years ago. She discovered it a few months after that and then, she broke up with my dad. When I learned the truth, I had so much hatred towards him.”, you inform and you feel the tears coming back, “I never would have thought he’d do something like that. But I think the worst part was watching my mom when she learned about it. She didn’t leave her bed for a week, she was almost eating nothing. I tried to take care of her as much as I could. Never I’d thought I’d see my mom like that. When she started feeling better, we moved here. She wanted to be as far away from my dad as she could and honestly, I wanted the same.”

“Your dad came back to see you ?”

“No, my mom forgave him”, you explain, rolling your eyes, “They got back together four months ago. When she told me, I got so mad. How could she act as if nothing happened when he hurt her that much ? When he hurt us that much ? He came back home a week ago and since then, it’s been tense. I try to avoid him as much as I can, but he absolutely wants to talk to me and you saw how it generally ends up.”, you say with a fake laugh, “Anyway, that’s why I’m always afraid. Since his betrayal… I can’t have faith in people anymore.”, you admit while looking at your hands, “At least, until I met you. And even if I do, it’s not 100%. I’m always afraid you’ll hurt me, like he did. My parents were so in love and my dad was so respectful towards my mom, I never would have imagined he could cheat on her and now, I’m scared the same thing will happen to me.” You unveil looking at him, hoping he’ll understand. “And I know you gave me zero reason to doubt you, but my dad also gave my mom zero reason to doubt him and it didn’t stop him. I know I’m villainising you, trying to make up love affairs, but I can’t help it. Because of my dad, I can’t help but imagine the worst. I know I’ve always been the cause of our fights and because of that, I hurt you a lot but I swear to you, I don’t want to hurt you and even less ruin our relationship, but I can’t do it differently. I feel like I can’t love right and I hate that.” You cry.

Stiles cups your face, trying to wipe away your new tears. You close your eyes when you feel his touch, liking your closeness.

“Y/N, it’s okay.” He mutters and you break the embrace.

“No, it’s not.”, you affirm, “I’m ruining our relationship because of my stupid fears, my relationship with my dad isn’t going to be fixed soon and even my relationship with my mom is not for the better now and I have so much anger in me.”

“It’s normal, you’re hurt. You have the right to be angry.” Stiles assures you and you shake your head.

“But I don’t want to spend the rest of my life angry, especially if I end up hurting you because of it. And also, I’m not only mad at my dad, but also at myself.”

“Why ?”

“Even if my dad fucked up, I still love him. Earlier I told him I hated him to hurt him, but I didn’t mean it. I wish I could, but I can’t and at the same time, I can’t forgive him.” You sob.

“We’re talking about your dad, it’s okay to be mad at him and still love him.”

“Do you think I should pardon him ? After all, my mom did it and he asked for forgiveness several times.”

“I can’t make that decision for you. Do it only if you feel the need. Your dad betrayed you, he has no right to force you if you don’t want to do it. Your mom made that choice, it doesn’t mean you have to do the same.”

“But what if it was the solution to move on and finally be able to fully trust you ?”

“I think you should work on yourself first to know if you need to forgive him or if you can trust again without it.”

“But what about us ?” You whisper, fearing his response.

“We’ll do what you want. I… I’d understand if you want to break up with me to focus on your family problems.” He states, even if the idea of being away from you scares him.

“I don’t want to lose you, I can’t lose you, Stiles. Right now, you’re the person I trust the most, even if it doesn’t look like it. I don’t want to do it alone, I need you next to me.”

“Alright, I’ll stay then.” Stiles smiles, wiping a tear from your cheek. “But from now on, I want you to talk with me. I don’t want you to stay alone, torturing yourself by imagining the worst. When you feel like it’s becoming too much, come talk to me, okay ?”

“Okay. Thank you Stiles. Not only for listening to me, but also for not giving up on me, despite everything I put you through.”

“You’re worth it.” He affirms and you look at him with tenderness in his eyes.

“And I’m really sorry for everything I said.”

“It’s okay, I’m not mad at you.”

You throw yourself in Stiles’ arms, needing his comfort. When he holds you tighter, you finally let go of a sigh and your shoulders relax a bit, as if every tension from your body were gone. Stiles strokes your back, hoping to calm you down a little bit more. You hide your head in the crook of his neck, wanting to feel his presence. Even if it was nerve wracking, you know now you needed to talk to him about your dad and your fears. Talking to him about it allowed you to realise your trust in him has become a little bit stronger. Now, you’re sure Stiles would never hurt you. He knew how to be patient and didn’t give up on you, even if you gave him every reason to. You’re grateful for having him next to you. You know, one day, you’ll trust him entirely.

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And They Were Twins

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Anonymous Request: Hi! Could you do an angsty, kinda Twin! Reader x brother best friend! Stiles? Where Scott’s not been a great brother and is never there for her, and Stiles notices and confronts him. (I swear I don’t want Scott to be evil; I just had a lightbulb moment today).

Summary: Being twins has its ups and downs. For you, it mainly consists of multiple 'downs'. You and Scott, your twin, were always close growing up, but since starting high school, he changed. He began not supporting you, not attending your track meets, and just overall not being there for you. Your best friend, Stiles, takes notice of it and doesn't hesitate to confront Scott, his other best friend.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

You're a part of Beacon Hills' track team ;)

Warnings: slight language

Stiles Stilinski x-reader

(Third Person View)

Y/N stood in front of the mirror, putting her hair away from her face. She had exactly one hour until she had to leave for her track meet. Y/N overslept a bit but managed to wake up before her mom got mad at her. Y/N adjusted the strap of her tank top. Her mom lightly knocked on her door.

"Yeah?" Y/N grabbed the maroon headband from her vanity. Melissa, Y/N and Scott's mother, opened the door. "Hey, ready for the meet?" she asked. Y/N nodded and pulled out a few strands of hair, so it framed her face. Melissa leaned against the frame of the door with her arms crossed.

She smiled at her daughter, admiring as Y/N quickly applied some makeup, not that she needed it. Y/N looked up at her mother and noticed her expression. "What?" she said. Melissa sighed and stood up straight. "Scott isn't able to make it to your meet," she said. Y/N's shoulders dropped at the news.

That would've been the fourth meet that Scott has missed. It seemed as of lately that he was never at her events. Like, when she had a choir concert her freshmen year, Scott never showed up. Or, when she won an award at a school program, Scott wasn't there.

Now, it was their senior year, and Scott continued. Stiles was really the only one who noticed, but Y/N insisted that it was fine, stating that she was used to it at this point. It didn't matter that she and Scott were the same age, Y/N looked up to Scott in a way.

But now, she was beginning to question if she should be looking up to him. "Oh," was all Y/N had to say. "I'm sorry," her mother said. Y/N smiled softly and went back to getting herself ready. Melissa kissed her daughter on the forehead.

Y/N's phone vibrated from beside her. Stiles' silly face popped up on the screen, telling Y/N that he messaged her:

Billinski: Hey! Good luck today. Me and my dad are on our way.

Y/N: Great!

Billinski: Is Scott coming?

Y/N: No

Bilinski: Y/N/N, that's like the fifth time.

Y/N: Fourth time

Bilinski: Doesn't matter

Bilinski: We'll see you there tho!

She smiled at his messages and put her phone down, getting up from her vanity. Y/N grabbed her bag, dropping an extra pair of clothes and some other things she thought she might need. Her mother was waiting in the living room, playing some random game on her phone.

"Ready," Y/N said, slipping on her sneakers. Melissa grabbed her purse, and the two of them set off to the rival school. Y/N sat in the passenger seat, wishing that Scott was sitting in the back, but part of her knew that would never happen.

It didn't take long till they pulled into the parking lot. Y/N got out first, telling her mom that she'd see her later. Y/N joined her friends on the side where their coach waited patiently. Sally and Becca, Y/N's teammates, high-fived Y/N as they walked over.

Their coach gave them his normal pep talk, reminding them who was doing each event. Y/N was happy that she was doing hurdles and distance medley, two things she was good at. A few minutes passed and it was time for the meet to start.

Y/N stood in her spot. Her friends stood on either side of her. She spotted her mom, Stiles, Mr. Stilinski, and Lydia in the stands. Stiles gave Y/N a thumbs up while Lydia screamed Y/N's name. Y/N smiled and turned her head to the man on the side.

He raised his hand, and the race started, beginning with the distance medley. Y/N started off slow before gaining enough speed to run past her opponents. She breathed in and out, controlling her breathing when she began to feel her legs ache. The end of the medley came, landing her in tenth place.

She rested her hands on her hips, catching her breath. Her family and friends cheered her on from the stands. Sally, Becca, and Y/N exchanged a fist bump before turning their attention to the other events. Next came the hurdles, Y/N's second and last event of the meet.

Y/N took a quick sip of her water before joining the other girls. She let out a heavy sigh, positioning herself like she always did. Then the whistle blew, and everyone was off. She jumped over each hurdle, careful not to brush the top. Y/N thought she was careful enough, but her foot collided with the top of the hurdle.

She stumbled forward, her arms meeting the track before the hurdle fell on her leg. The cheering of the crowd paused, along with everyone who was running the event. Y/N winced, trying to get the hurdle off her leg. Her coach and the nurse ran over to where Y/N sat.

The nurse set a hand on Y/N's shoulder, looking at her ankle. "Okay, honey, let's get you up," the nurse said. Y/N winced when she was lifted from the ground with the help of the nurse and her coach. Melissa didn't hesitate to run down the bleachers with the others following.

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(Later At The Hospital. Third Person View)

Y/N laid on the hospital bed, her leg elevated. She hadn't realized how hard she hit her foot and leg on the hurdle, mainly focusing on how it felt to have everyone's eyes on her once she fell. Stiles and Lydia hadn't left Y/N's side since they arrived at the hospital.

Her mother was out speaking with the doctor. Thankfully, it didn't appear that Y/N had been severely injured, but it still landed her with a low chance of participating in another track meet or practice.

"How're you feeling?" Lydia asked.

Y/N sighed and shrugged her shoulders. Stiles walked into the room with some snacks in hand. "Okay, the cafeteria didn't have many options, but I got the ones that I think you'd like," he said.

Stiles dropped the snacks at the table and passed a bag to Y/N. She chuckled, opening the bag of chips. "Any news?" he asked. "Not yet. Mrs. McCall is out speaking with the doctor," Lydia answered. Stiles nodded and sat on the bed, making sure he didn't sit on Y/N's foot.

They sat in silence for a bit, listening to the TV in the background. Lydia had put on a terrible Soap Drama but insisted that it was worth the watch. "Have you heard from Scott?" Lydia asked. Y/N sighed again, shaking her head in response. Lydia nodded and didn't say anything, knowing that it wouldn't do well.

Of course, Scott hadn't responded to Y/N's calls or messages. Melissa was pissed, to say the least, even leaving her son different messages and phone calls. Y/N couldn't help but notice Stiles' demeanor change when she answered with just a nod.

He let out a long sigh and threw the half-eaten chip bag into the trash. Stiles grabbed his sweatshirt from the chair, taking out his keys and phone. "Stiles, where are you going?" Lydia asked him. "I'll be back," he said.

"Stiles," Y/N spoke. He looked over his shoulder at Y/N, his face softening at the sight of her expression. He walked over and lightly kissed her forehead. "I'll be right back. I just gotta deal with something real quick," he said. And then he left, confusing both Y/N and Lydia. Lydia shrugged her shoulders and leaned back in the chair.

Meanwhile, Stiles had surprisingly found Y/N's brother. He didn't know what he was going to say to Scott, but he knew what he was feeling, which was frustration. Stiles got out of his Jeep and walked over to the Lacrosse field.

There Scott stood, practicing with Isaac on the other side of the field. "Scott!" Stiles shouted. They stopped what they were doing to turn their attention to Stiles. Scott's brows furrowed with arms swaying from side to side, a hand still holding his Lacrosse Stick.

"I need to talk to you," Stiles said.

Scott looked at Isaac and then back to Stiles, whose brows were raised. "Can't it wait?" Scott remarked. "No," Stiles shook his head. Isaac left the two of them, making his way over to the locker room. It was silent for a second before Stiles broke that pause.

"What the hell is your problem?"

Scott turned to Stiles, his brows now furrowed. He dropped the Lacrosse stick to cross his arms. "You have no idea what you're doing, do you?" Stiles continued. Scott never responded. His arms crossed and brows furrowed said it all.

"Why aren't you ever there for Y/N?" Stiles said, "She does everything for you, yet you do nothing. Like, you missed her track meet for the fourth time. And, now, she's in the hospital. And, you would be there if you had known that."

Scott's face changed suddenly. Since starting high school, as usual with most teenagers, Scott's life changed but more unique than others. With everything that happened to him, Scott never realized how much of an impact it had on the people around him. And now, his twin sister was in the hospital.

Instead of him being in his own world, he'd actually be there for Y/N. Stiles watched as Scott thought to himself. "You're not even gonna say anything? I guess everything that I've said hasn't even made its way into your thick skull," Stiles remarked. Stiles left Scott on the field alone. He got back into his Jeep and headed to the hospital.

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(Later)

"Good news, Ms. McCall," Doctor Williams said, standing beside the bed. Melissa held her daughter's hand as they listened to the doctor's update. "There doesn't appear to be anything severe. I would keep an eye out on it, it'll swell, but that should go down in a couple weeks," he said, "In the meantime, try to keep less pressure on it."

Dr. Williams explained a bit, stating that there would be a few bruises. Y/N smiled and sighed in relief. It would be a bit before she can join her track friends. Melissa left the room to sign out and get any medication that Y/N might need.

Scott walked down the hallway in his own thoughts. He felt guilty for not knowing about his sister's position. Scott lightly knocked on the door after finding out what room Y/N was in. She turned away from the conversation with Lydia and Stiles.

Her twin brother cleared his throat, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket. Stiles looked at Scott, a small smile appearing on his face when he knew that he had gotten through to Scott. He patted Scott on the shoulder as he left the room with Lydia behind him.

"Hey," Scott spoke softly. His sister sat up so Scott had more room to sit. He cleared his throat and broke the awkward pause. "I'm sorry, I don't know if it's too late," Scott said, "But I'm sorry for not being there."

He played with the frayed edge of his jacket. "I've been a complete asshole, and I know that," Scott said, "I guess... ever since I was bitten, everything around me changed. And that doesn't excuse what I've done to you and our friends, especially you."

Y/N softly smiled at her brother's apology. "And I promise that I'm going to be better, Y/N/N. I'm sorry, I really am," Scott finished. She set a hand on his shoulder.

Her action let Scott know that she accepted his apology. He was surprised that she even accepted it, but he was glad. She leaned over and hugged him. Scott sighed, hugging his sister tightly. "I love you, Y/N/N," Scott said. "Love you too," Y/N smiled.

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stiles stilinski x reader

based on nick and norah’s infinite playlist by david levithan and rachel cohn

it’s been three weeks, four days, seven hours, and twenty-two minutes since stiles stilinski got his ass dumped by the only girl he’s ever loved. three weeks, four days, seven hours, and twenty-two minutes since lydia ripped his heart out of his chest and stomped it into the ground, effectively rendering stiles incapable of caring about anything that isn’t his band or his best friends. so when lydia shows up at one of his shows – which he explicitly told her not to do – with a new fucking guy following her around, stiles knows that he can’t look as pathetic as he feels. so he gets a five-minute fake girlfriend.

note: olivia rodrigo is not a face claim for the fmc in any way!! imagine her however you want <3 miss olivia just has the cool girl rockstar/ rockstar’s girlfriend vibe that i imagine when i write her, soooooo duh… anyway, love you guys xoxo

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compelled — stiles stilinski x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, alcohol consumption, blood, violence, vampire!reader, tvd abilities set in the teen wolf universe, this is a poorly-written drabble with little to no romance — angst

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synopsis: you're the new student and citizen of beacon hills, sent by your coven to take down scott's pack. you get your hooks into stiles, but not before he finds out what you are.

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under the silver moonlight, the waters of the beacon hills high school swimming pool shimmered, casting an otherworldly glow that painted the scene with an eerie, ethereal beauty. the night was thick with tension as derek and stiles found themselves fleeing for their lives from the relentless grasp of the kanima, its reptilian form weaving alongside the edges of the pool with deadly precision.

stiles' heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing the fear that coursed through his veins. derek's eyes flickered with a mix of determination and desperation, his claws extended as he tried to fend off the creature's advances, but to no avail due to his inability to swim. the echoes of their heavy breaths filled the air, harmonizing with the distant sounds of crickets and rustling leaves.

just as the kanima's shadow loomed large over them, a new presence entered the scene, shattering the predator's focus. you materialized with an air of quiet confidence, your presence seemingly defying the laws of reality itself. your eyes, a mesmerizing shade of crimson, gleamed with an ageless wisdom as you regarded the unfolding drama.

with a wave of your hand, the water began to ripple and churn, forming a barrier between the kanima and its prey. your lips moved in a fluid incantation, and the air grew thick with a potent energy. the kanima's hisses turned to helpless cries as its movements slowed, its strength waning under your supernatural command.

derek and stiles watched in astonishment as you commanded the very elements to bow to your will. the kanima's struggles grew feeble, and with a final, almost mournful cry, it dissolved into the water, leaving only ripples in its wake.

turning your gaze to derek and stiles, you approached them, your footsteps silent against the wet tiles. derek's eyes flickered with recognition as if he sensed something familiar about you, though his memory was yet to be awakened. stiles' expression mirrored his confusion, his mind struggling to process the astonishing spectacle he had just witnessed.

with a voice like a whispering breeze, you spoke words that transcended the ordinary, weaving your compulsion into them. “forget this night, forget everything you saw. let the memory of the my presence fade, let it thaw.”

as the final word left your lips, a serene calm settled over the area, and both derek and stiles blinked as if emerging from a dream. their gazes locked onto you, expressions clearing as if a fog had lifted from their minds. the memory of the kanima's terror faded, replaced with a sense of inexplicable tranquility.

“what just happened?” stiles mumbled, rubbing his temples as if trying to grasp at the remnants of a fading dream. derek's eyes narrowed, his instincts still on high alert despite the sudden calm. “who are you?”

a soft smile tugged at your lips, a hint of mystery lingering in your gaze. “just a passerby in the night,” you replied cryptically, your voice a soothing melody that echoed through their thoughts. unbeknownst to them, the seeds of curiosity and fascination had been planted deep within their hearts, an enigmatic figure whose presence would linger in their thoughts long after the night had ended.

that was only your first encounter with scott's pack.

as the days unfolded, your arrival as the mysterious new student sent ripples of intrigue through the hallways of the high school. each step you took seemed to exude an aura of enigma, drawing curious glances from both students and faculty alike. your presence was an enigmatic puzzle that had yet to be solved, leaving whispers of speculation trailing in your wake.

stiles stilinski, his curiosity piqued from the very beginning, found his gaze constantly gravitating toward you. your elegance and effortless confidence had a magnetic pull, and he couldn't help but be drawn to the mystery that surrounded you like a shroud. your interactions were limited at first, brief exchanges in the hallways and shared glances across the classroom.

one fateful day, as the sun painted the sky in shades of orange and pink, you found yourselves alone in the school library. stiles, unable to contain his intrigue any longer, mustered the courage to approach you, a tentative smile tugging at his lips.

“hey, you're the new student, right?” he ventured, his tone a blend of curiosity and nerves. turning to him, your lips curved into a soft smile that held a hint of familiarity, though he couldn't quite place it. “that's right. and you're stiles, the sarcastic one.”

he chuckled, his cheeks warming at the accuracy of your assessment. “guilty as charged. so, what's your deal? you're kind of a mystery around here.” your eyes glinted with a playful gleam, but the shadows that danced within them betrayed an underlying purpose. “mysteries have a way of unraveling themselves eventually.”

as you delved into conversation, your words flowed effortlessly, weaving tales of places you'd been and experiences you'd had, painting vivid pictures that ignited stiles' imagination. the more you spoke, the more he felt an inexplicable connection forming, a connection that went beyond mere words and gestures.

in the days that followed, your interactions grew more frequent, evolving into shared laughter and moments of vulnerability. stiles found himself opening up to you in ways he hadn't with others, his guard slowly lowering as you became a confidante unlike any he'd known before.

unbeknownst to him, every smile, every laugh, and every moment of connection was carefully orchestrated as part of your intricate plan. your coven that had sent you to beacon hills had a specific mission in mind: infiltrate the pack, gain their trust, and ultimately dismantle their unity from within. you needed to pick them all off, one by one.

as you forged friendships with the pack members one by one, your allure became undeniable. acott, allison, lydia, and the others found themselves captivated by your presence, welcoming you into their inner circle with open arms.

one evening, under the cover of darkness, the pack gathered at scott's house for a rare moment of respite. the air was thick with camaraderie, laughter, and the shared burden of their supernatural lives. Stiles and you stood among them, a seemingly integral part of the pack's unbreakable bond. with a concealed smile, you raised your glass in a toast. “to new beginnings and lasting friendships.”

as the glasses clinked and laughter rang through the air, the future remained shrouded in uncertainty. the pack had no inkling of your ulterior motives, nor did they suspect the perilous path they were about to tread. in the shadows of beacon hills, a web of alliances and secrets was being woven, setting the stage for a confrontation that would test the very fabric of loyalty and trust.

as the days stretched into weeks, the bonds between you and the pack deepened. laughter echoed through shared adventures, and your once-devious motive began to blur with genuine feelings. yet, lurking beneath the surface, the pack's suspicions started to stir, like shadows in the night.

one afternoon, the woods of beacon hills became the backdrop for a rare moment of tranquility. the sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting dappled patterns on the forest floor. the pack had gathered for a casual afternoon of training and relaxation, each member engaged in their own activities.

allison argent, her bow in hand, took her stance with a practiced ease. the tension in her muscles was palpable as she focused on her target. the twang of her bowstring reverberated through the air, and the arrow soared with deadly accuracy towards its mark.

however, just before the arrow would have found its unexpected target—stiles' head—a blur of movement caught everyone's attention. in an instant, you were there, standing protectively in front of Stiles. your hand shot out with impossible speed, fingers wrapping around the arrow shaft just inches from his forehead.

the world seemed to slow down as you held the arrow between your fingers, a calm expression masking the rapid thoughts coursing through your mind. the pack members stared in astonishment, their gazes alternating between the arrow and your serene figure.

allison's jaw dropped, her bow lowering in surprise. "how did you—"

you offered a casual shrug, though your eyes held a secret that you dared not reveal. "reflexes, i suppose."

stiles' heart raced, not only from the close call but also from the realization that you were more than just a charismatic newcomer. as the tension dissolved and the pack continued their activities, the incident lingered in the minds of the observant.

later that evening, gathered around a bonfire, scott's gaze flickered to you with a mix of curiosity and concern. "you're awfully quick for a human," he commented casually, his tone betraying the weight of his thoughts. you met his gaze evenly, the flicker of flames casting dancing shadows across your features. "guess i've always had a knack for staying one step ahead."

lydia, ever perceptive, interjected with a knowing smile. "it's not just about being quick, though. you seem to anticipate things before they happen." a chuckle rumbled in your throat, a sound that carried a hint of mystery. "some people just have a knack for reading situations."

despite their suspicions, the pack chose not to push further, perhaps due to the genuine connections they'd forged with you. the incident in the woods was brushed off as an oddity, a strange yet ultimately inconsequential event. as the fire crackled and stars glittered above, the pack continued to bask in the warmth of camaraderie, their individual thoughts drifting like the sparks that rose into the night sky. unbeknownst to them, the puzzle pieces of your true identity were aligning, painting a picture that would challenge their notions of trust and loyalty in the days to come.

the moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the quiet streets. amidst the tranquility of the night, stiles found himself standing outside your door, a mix of nervousness and determination gnawing at his gut. he took a deep breath, rapping his knuckles gently against the wood.

when you opened the door, a soft smile graced your lips as you regarded him. “stiles, what brings you here?”

he scratched the back of his neck, his gaze briefly flickering down before meeting your eyes. “well, i wanted to thank you for, you know, saving my life back in the woods. and i thought maybe we could hang out, have a chat.”

your smile widened, and you stepped aside to invite him in. "of course, come on in."

the inside of your home was adorned with an air of elegance that mirrored your presence. comfortable furniture and dim lighting gave it an inviting warmth. atiles settled into a seat, fidgeting slightly as he tried to find the right words.

“so, um, yeah. the thing is, that arrow incident got me thinking,” he began, his words stumbling over each other. you arched an eyebrow, curiosity dancing in your eyes. “thinking about what?”

stiles sighed, a mixture of embarrassment and earnestness coloring his expression. “about life, i guess. how quickly things can change, and how much there is to be thankful for. and—about how much i've been keeping inside.” your gaze softened as you took in his vulnerability. “sometimes, it's easier to talk to someone who's not in the thick of things. a fresh perspective, if you will.”

stiles nodded, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on his lap. “yeah, exactly. it's just— there's so much that's happened, and sometimes i feel like i'm drowning in it all. i'm supposed to be the funny guy, but it's like there's a whole other side of me that no one sees.”

as the night wore on, the conversation flowed effortlessly, stiles sharing his thoughts, fears, and dreams in a way he'd never done before. your presence was like a soothing balm, allowing him to peel away the layers he'd concealed for so long.

as the hours ticked by, the air grew heavy with a sense of intimacy, a connection forged through shared vulnerabilities. stiles looked at you with newfound admiration, his guard lowered in a way he hadn't experienced in a very long time.

the night was still young when a comfortable silence settled over you both. with a yawn that he tried to suppress, stiles stretched his arms above his head. “wow, i didn't realize how late it was.”

you chuckled softly, rising from your seat. “perhaps it's time for bed. i'm sure we both have a busy day ahead.”

as you prepared a makeshift sleeping area, stiles watched you with a mixture of awe and gratitude. he settled onto the couch, and you joined him, the warmth of the room and the weight of the conversation lulling him into a sense of contentment he hadn't felt in a while.

he shifted slightly, his arm unconsciously finding its way around your shoulders. you nestled into the curve of his body, the rise and fall of his chest matching the rhythm of your own breath. the moonlight filtered through the window, casting gentle shadows that danced across the room.

in that moment, with the world at rest and vulnerability exchanged like whispered secrets, you both found solace in each other's presence. the unspoken connection between you grew stronger, weaving the threads of two intricate lives into a tapestry of shared moments and uncharted emotions. and as the night deepened, the boundaries of reality blurred, dreams and reality merging as you fell asleep in the embrace of his arms.

the schoolyard was bathed in the warm afternoon sunlight, students milling about as laughter and conversations filled the air. amidst the lively atmosphere, you and stiles found yourselves leaning against a tree, your exchange of banter seemingly endless.

stiles' gaze flickered to the ring adorning your finger, a glimmer of curiosity igniting in his eyes. “that's a pretty cool ring. any story behind it?” you glanced down at the ring, your lips curving into a playful smile. “oh, this? It's just a family heirloom. passed down through generations.”

stiles raised an eyebrow, the skepticism evident in his expression. “family heirloom, huh? must be one interesting family.” you chuckled, leaning in slightly, your words tinged with a flirtatious edge. “trust me, you have no idea.”

as your laughter danced on the breeze, a charged silence settled between you. stiles' gaze lingered on your lips for a moment before he leaned in, his intention clear. the world seemed to hold its breath as his lips met yours, and a spark ignited between you that transcended the ordinary.

however, as the kiss deepened, an unfamiliar sensation began to stir within you. a hunger, raw and insistent, surged through your veins, a reminder of the nature you held within. the world around you seemed to fade as your senses sharpened, the urge to satisfy that hunger growing stronger with each passing second.

unbeknownst to stiles, your eyes began to darken, the color of your irises fading to an abyssal black. veins, like inky tendrils, crept beneath your skin, a manifestation of the power and hunger that surged within you. just as your resolve began to waver, you managed to pull back, a shaky breath leaving your lips.

stiles blinked, his gaze searching yours, his expression a mixture of confusion and concern. “hey, are you okay?” you forced a smile, your heart pounding in your chest as you fought to regain control. “yeah, i'm fine. just got a little— overwhelmed there.” stiles looked like he was about to press further, his brows furrowing, but you quickly interjected. “it's nothing, really. just—sometimes i get caught up in the moment.”

a mixture of relief and reassurance softened his features. “well, you know i'm always here if you need to talk.” you nodded, your smile genuine this time. “thanks, stiles. i appreciate that.”

as you excused yourself to gather your thoughts, you felt the weight of your dual nature pressing upon you. the hunger that had stirred within you was a stark reminder of the balance you were constantly striving to maintain. wkth the memory of the kiss still lingering on your lips, you braced yourself for the challenges that lay ahead, both in navigating your feelings for stiles and the mission that had brought you to beacon hills.

stiles left the schoolyard with a sense of yearning in his heart, his mind replaying the lingering sensation of your lips against his. as he made his way to where the rest of the pack had gathered, he could feel the weight of his own emotions pressing upon him.

the group had gathered in lydia's living room, an air of concern and urgency permeating the space. scott's eyes met stiles', and he cleared his throat before addressing the group.

“okay, everyone, we need to talk. we've all noticed the growing connection between stiles and our new friend, and it's time to address some suspicions.”

stiles exchanged glances with his friends, his expression a mix of curiosity and surprise. “suspicions about what?”

lydia's voice cut through the tension like a knife, her tone steady and purposeful. “i found something interesting in a book. a latin text that bears our new friend's surname, along with a series of depictions of her family throughout history. all of them with the same red eyes and— characteristics.”

stiles' brows furrowed, his mind racing to make sense of lydia's words. “wait, what do you mean characteristics? what are you getting at?”

allison's gaze was fixed on lydia, her voice low and measured. “she's not human, stiles. she's a vampire.”

the words hung heavy in the air, each syllable a revelation that shattered the illusion of normalcy. stiles felt a jolt of disbelief and uncertainty surge through him. vampires were the stuff of legends and horror stories, not creatures that walked among them.

scott's eyes held sympathy as he spoke gently. “we don't know why a vampire would be here in beacon hills, but we need to be cautious. we don't fully understand what she's capable of.”

stiles' thoughts raced, his mind replaying all the moments he'd shared with you—the laughter, the conversations, the kiss. “but she saved my life. she protected me.”

lydia's gaze softened as she placed a hand on stiles' arm. “stiles, we're not saying she's inherently bad. but there's a lot we don't know about vampires and their motives. we need to be prepared.”

as the weight of the truth settled upon him, Stiles' mind raced through all the little details he'd overlooked—the reflexes, the ring, the aftermath of the kiss. his emotions were a whirlwind of confusion and hurt, a mix of feelings that he wasn't quite ready to confront.

“she's different,” he muttered, his voice carrying a tinge of vulnerability. “i can't explain it, but there's something more to her. and i can't just turn my back on that.” the pack exchanged glances, a mixture of understanding and apprehension passing between them. stiles' heartache was palpable, a reminder of the complexities that came with their supernatural lives.

with a deep sigh, scott nodded. “we won't jump to conclusions, stiles. but we need to be vigilant. No matter how we feel, our safety and the safety of our town comes first.”

as the discussion continued, stiles felt the weight of his emotions pressing upon him. the lines between trust and suspicion had blurred, and he found himself torn between his feelings for you and the reality of the unknown. the journey ahead was fraught with uncertainty, as the pack grappled with the enigma that had entered their lives—a vampire with a connection that transcended the boundaries of their world.

the night air was crisp and cool as you stood in front of the hale house, the darkened trees casting long shadows that danced in the moonlight. the weight of the revelations lay heavily on your shoulders as you waited, the echoes of the pack's suspicions lingering in the air. you could hear them from a mile away.

stiles appeared from the shadows, his gaze steady as he approached you. the unspoken tension hung between you, the unrelenting truth ready to be unveiled. he stopped a few feet away, his voice tense but determined. “tell me what you are.”

you regarded him with a mixture of admiration and remorse, the gravity of the situation evident in your expression. “i'm a vampire, stiles. a creature of the night, as they say.”

stiles' lips parted, a mix of shock and realization flickering in his eyes. “i knew it. i suspected it from the moment i saw you catch that arrow. and the reflexes, the ring—it all added up.” you sighed, your gaze dropping for a moment before meeting his once more. “you're perceptive, stiles. more than i'd like to admit.”

as the weight of the truth settled upon him, the rest of the pack emerged from the shadows, their eyes wary and expressions hardened. scott stepped forward, his voice tinged with a mix of resolve and caution. “we know what you are. and we won't let you harm anyone here.”

a wry smile tugged at your lips, your eyes gleaming with a predatory glint. “harm? you think i came here to harm you?” you paused, rolling your eyes as you turned around fully to face them. “i guess you're all just as perceptive, shit.”

before any further words could be exchanged, the tension erupted into action. the pack lunged forward, each member armed with the unique strengths of their supernatural abilities. it was a chaotic whirlwind of movement and power as they attacked, determination driving their every move.

however, your own abilities were unparalleled. as blows were exchanged and the night was filled with the clash of forces, your movements were fluid and calculated. your agility matched by none, you dodged and countered, an almost ethereal force that defied the limits of human capacity.

one by one, you defeated the pack members, their efforts falling short in the face of your uncanny skills. their frustration and anger only fueled your own, a dangerous dance between predator and prey.

lydia's voice cut through the chaos, her expression a mixture of defiance and desperation. “who are you, and why are you here?”

you paused, your laughter ringing through the air like a taunting melody. “ah, that's the question, isn't it? the reason behind my presence in your little haven of the supernatural?”

just as the pack members were about to rally for another attack, a new presence entered the scene. a figure cloaked in darkness stepped forward, a regal air emanating from them. you offered a curt nod, the respect in your gaze evident. “kai parker.”

the pack watched in stunned silence as the leader of your coven approached. his voice was a rumble that carried a sense of authority that demanded attention. “you've completed your mission?”

you inclined your head, your words carrying a note of finality. “yes. the pack's unity has been shattered. the groundwork for our goals is in place.”

the pack exchanged glances, their confusion and anger palpable. allison's voice was a mixture of anger and disbelief. “what goals? why did you come here?” a sinister smile curved your lips, your gaze locking onto stiles' for a lingering moment. “that, my friends, is a story for another day. but rest assured, beacon hills won't be the same.”

as kai approached the pack, an aura of power radiating from him, your eyes found stiles' once more. his expression held a mix of defiance and something else—an understanding that went beyond words.

before you departed, your gaze softened, the moment between you etched into your memory. "goodbye, stiles."

as you turned to leave, stiles' voice cut through the silence. “wait! i remember you. you were the one who saved us from the kanima. the night in the swimming pool.” your heart wavered for a moment, the raw vulnerability in his gaze tugging at your own emotions. but there was no room for sentimentality. you locked eyes with him one last time, your power weaving through your words as you compelled him. “forget this night. forget everything you've learned. forget me.”

stiles' eyes glossed over for a brief moment before clarity returned, a blankness replacing the understanding that had flickered between you.

as you walked away, the moonlight casting your shadow upon the ground, you knew that the echoes of your presence would linger, leaving an indelible mark on beacon hills and the heart of the one person who had seen beneath the surface of your enigmatic existence.

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[stilinskibaby]

PAIRING : stiles x reader

CONTENT : fluff

stiles falls asleep the best when his head on your chest. it's a well-known fact, that stiles has insomnia and trouble getting comfortable. but once his head is on your chest, your steady heartbeat becoming his favorite lullaby. it's moments before you hear his breathing settle, and it brings the tiniest smile to your face. you are the only sleeping medication that works for him.

on the worse nights where it takes him a bit longer to fall asleep, he fidgets a little more, half asleep murmurs. when he finally fully passes out, his fingers grasp the hem of your shirt, almost as if he's scared you'll disappear if he isn't actively looking at you.

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Losing someone

I may have forgotten to post this...for like a month...

Y/n learns that her father died and Stiles comforts her in the hall.

Y/n stares at her phone in class, tears beginning to stream down her face. She had just gotten the worst news she could possibly get in Coach's class. A text from Melissa saying that her father didn't make it. He had been struggling with cancer for 9 months and had finally left the place you call Earth.

"Y/n, are you okay? Do you need a minute?" Coach asks. He knew from previous conversations what was wrong with her. Her being one of her favorite students and she was upset he dismissed her. She attempts to say thank you, but being choked up in her tears she runs out of class. She collapses onto the floor, caressing herself to soothe her.

The quiet ambiance of the hallway caused her to cry harder, her arms holding her knees even tighter. Someone rubs her back, choking on her tears in fear. "C'mere, honey," the voice said. The soft voice belonged to Stiles, the person whom she needed the most at the moment. He calmed her, rubbing senseless circles into the heart of her back. "He's gone, Sti. I don't have anyone," Y/n sobs. Stikes declines her statement. "You have me... You have Scott, You have all of us."

That was true. She did have them. No matter what had happened they were always there. She tripped, Stiles was there, she needed to get picked up Stiles was there, and if it wasn't Stiles it was someone else in the pack. Mostly Stiles, she noticed it, the reason why she could be so vulnerable with him, she felt drawn to him. When in distress and in joy.

Y/n nods into his chest, taking him in. His smell was of his cologne and a little of sweat from the heat of the school. She didn't mind it, finding his scent rather comforting.

His soft warm hand pets her hair, something that she loves when he does so. She leans into his hands, his chest rumbling with a deep humorous chuckle. "When we get let out, the pack and I are all going to hang out- We're going to have fun and let loose, just for you." She didn't want to be at school and she certainly didn't want to be with the group. Not that she hated them, she didn't feel like she was ready to be vulnerable with more than one in a setting.

Y/n hums, tears slowing as his warmth consumes her with comfort. "I just want you," Y/n admits.

"Okay- Then it will just be us, and we can watch some Star Wars or some stupid comedy show, or we could talk about worthless stuff, or just cuddle," Stiles suggests, stopping his rambles short. She looks up at him, her eyes red with tears. "Could we cuddle and watch Star Wars?"

"Trust me if we watch anything, cuddling will be happening, doll," Stiles whispers softly. A small smile was on his face, making her forget about what happened suddenly to her. "Good."

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[muffinbeliever]

Glimpse of Us

It's the 45th anniversary of Star Wars, and Stiles can’t help but think of you. Based on Glimpse of Us by Joji.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader (past relationship), Stiles Stilinski x Malia Tate

Word Count: 540

Warnings: hurt/no comfort, angst, mentions of death, sad stiles :(

A/N: hi. i know it's been so long. im so sorry i just cant write on a consistent schedule idk why i like to think its my depression lol but here is a little angsty drabble that ive been working on for a while but i just never got around to finishing it until now. the pacing might be a little bit of... it honestly feels kinda rushed to me, but i hope y'all like it nonetheless <3

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Stiles knew it was unfair of him to feel this way. Malia was a wonderful girlfriend— she grounded Stiles when he was being erratic and she was a master at cuddling. Despite her indifference for Star Wars, she always watched it with Stiles because she knew how much it meant to him. 

He knew he shouldn’t feel like this, but he simply could not help it.

“Stiles!” Came his girlfriend’s voice. “Come look at this!” He walked over to where she stood and looked at the magazine she held out to him.

“Happy 45 years of Star Wars, babe,” Malia said with a smile. It was a Star Wars-themed magazine with exclusive behind-the-scenes photos from the original trilogy. Stiles had already browsed the magazine online, but he didn’t say anything to his girlfriend. It was the thought that counted, right?

His lips quivered in their forced upturn as he took the magazine from her outreached hand and thanked her, but as he casually flipped through the book, his heart couldn’t help but clench in pain. Star Wars had always been his and your thing— the two of you spending your movie nights watching anything Star Wars related, which often turned into heated debates and nerdy inside jokes.

His eyes caught on a screen cap of the iconic Episode V scene where Han and Leia finally confess their love for each other, and his jaw clenched as the familiar burning of tears tingled behind his eyes. He will never forget you lying in his arms, the visible pain in your eyes as you bled out. He will never get over the fact that you had died by his hand, regardless of the fact that it was actually the Nogitsune that stabbed you, not him. It was still his hand, still his body. 

The Nogistune was especially cruel, hearing Stiles’ internal pleading as he begged the Nogitsune to spare you. He heard Stiles’ scream as the blade entered your body and left it with a swift tug. He allowed Stiles to take over for a brief moment, just to see the life fade from your eyes. 

I love you, he had said, tears flowing steadily from his eyes. 

I know, you whispered, your soft smile quickly turning into a grimace from the pain. 

He had wanted to say something, say anything to keep you alive, but for the first time in his life, his mind was empty, all of the thoughts scattered away. And he was helpless, as he clutched you in his grasp as you took your last breath.

He rapidly blinked away the building tears and took a deep breath before closing the magazine.

Star Wars was always your thing, but he couldn’t tell his girlfriend that. Instead, he flashed Malia a thankful smile, and wrapped his arms around her, inhaling her scent that was just a little too sweet and a little too fruity. 

Cause sometimes I look in her eyes and that’s where I find a glimpse of us And I try to fall for her touch, but I’m thinking of the way it was Said I’m fine and said I moved on  I’m only here passing time in her arms 

Hoping I’ll find a glimpse of us.

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[unadulterated-syd]

warnings; mentions of Stiles' mom (deceased)

synopsis; reader comforts Stiles' after what he sees at Lydia's party.

a/n; i haven't watched teen wolf in like a year and a half, so this may not be super accurate but i miss stiles and lack the time to rewatch :(

You stood beside him at the party, watching his silent freak out. His eyes were trained to someone who wasn't there, a piece of his mind haunting him whilst you stood idly besides him.

His eyes broke from whatever was bothering him and fell on you. The tears in his eyes nearly broke you in an instant. What could have possibly gone this wrong, what was he seeing that you weren't?

Teen minutes ago you were drinking and watching him from afar. You had no idea why you were at Lydia's party anymore, she'd far from ever spared you a glance. Suppose everyone was avoiding her now, she was lucky to have Stiles to put this together.

But now the origins didn't seem to matter, he needed to leave. You could see that much by just looking at him. "Did you..?" He looked at you, eyes glancing between you and the empty space in front of him.

You tilted your head, confused by his question, "Nothing's there, Stilinski. Just a bunch of drunks." He seemed to shaken up to reprocess your response. Even if you had seen whatever he'd seen, you reckon it wouldn't change a thing.

"Let me drive you home, you look like you've seen a ghost." You told him, setting your own drink down on one of the outside tables. Not like you had to clean it up anyway. "No, no... I can drive. Have fun." He began his chase to his jeep, though you followed.

You grabbed his arm after you'd finally caught up, the two of you in the driveway by now. "Stiles knock it off, I wouldn't have fun if I knew I let you go home like this. What's wrong? Talk to me." You reasoned with the teen in front of you.

It was like a switch flipped in him, you'd been there when his mom died. Every up and down you had been the one to follow after him, look after him. He felt like shit, and somewhere deep down he knew you were the only one who would understand that. The only one who hadn't learned werewolves were everywhere, now after Scott and he. You were the only one that saw his problems as worthy.

He still couldn't bring himself to tell you, he just handed over his keys and found himself in the passenger seat. You groaned at his will to stay silent but appreciated the idea of trust. He didn't want anyone with him, yet he trusted you to drive him home. Even if you were drunk.

And so you drove, the radio low and the moon high. As he looked out the window, some Katy Perry party song hung in the air. Driving past the Sheriff's office, you quickly realized Noah Stilinski wasn't there, meaning he was home. "You want to stay at mine? Your dad's home, he'll probably find us out." You offered quietly.

He seemed to freeze up at the mention of his dad but nodded, agreeing to the favorable choice; your house.

You pulled in, and parked the old Jeep, looking at Stiles again. Who knew what your next move was, he was rarely ever like this. Upset, quiet, two words you rarely associated with him. One could say he never shut-up, though it flattered him well. His nervous rambling always made you feel better.

You looked down at your hands, before letting out a breath and opening the driver's side door. "It was my dad. He told me I killed my mom. That it was my fault." He told you nervously, stopping you from going any further.

You looked at him, slowly shutting the door and you once more tilted your head. "And you believe that?" You whispered the question, scared you may shatter him if you talked any louder. "I guess. A little. He made sense when he said it, y'know."

You heard the sniff as he rubbed his nose, his eyes miraculously dry still. "He'd never say that to you, Stiles. Your brain'll be the death of you if you keep listening to it." You paused, putting a hand on his forearm, "She loved you more than anything, goofball. I just wish she were here to tell you that herself."

But, before he could continue to dwell on that fact, you cut him off. "Let's go inside. I can show you all the embarrassing photos she used to show me. " You teased, watching his face light up as he groaned at the idea.

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