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stilinskibaby · 2 months

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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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twjournals · 2 years

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can i request a ❛ no ones here. we can be as loud as we want. ❜ with stiles pleaseeee

"Stiles," You whined against his lips, lightly pushing on his chest to break your kiss.

You giggled at how swollen his lips were already from the heated make out session you were just having in the jeep. Your finger traced over his lips before he leaned in for another needy peck in which you gladly returned.

"Come onnn. You remember what happened the last time you kissed me like this." You grinned.

"How could I forget?" He rolled his head back with a groan recalling the last time things had got heated in the jeep. You had hardly even made it to the backseat with both of your shirts long gone, wrapped up in a heated kiss when the Sheriff was knocking on the window. It was embarrassing to say the least, between getting catch and it being by your own boyfriend's dad. You didn’t want to risk a second time.

You couldn't help yourself though. It was hardly a new relationship, but you couldn't help wanting to touch him and it didn't help he was never shy when it came to affection. He was always touching you in some way, whether it was his arm around your waist, pulling you against him, or the light kisses he would press to your skin. How could you keep your hands to yourself? It was almost impossible around him.

You wiped your lips, rubbing them together to ease the tingling as you checked yourself in the visor mirror. Stiles sat in thought for a moment before looking in your direction. "Your parents are home aren't they?"

"Sadly." You closed the visor before looking over at him.

He hummed when you met his stare, stroking his chin as he leaned against the small console.

"Isn't your dad working late tonight?"

His eyes lit up in realization, a grin spreading across his lips. "That's right. I completely forgot he was."

You grabbed the collar of his flannel to pull him into a teasing slow kiss, nibbling at his bottom lip. "Well if we hurry now, we might get a round or two in." As if you needed to persuade him. He was already sold.

It took little to no time to get to his house. Your words had only encouraged him to get there faster.

You both climbed out of the jeep, stumbling over each other to get to door before you ended up pressed against it in a kiss.

"Stiles-" You giggled, grasping onto his shirt. As tempting as it was just to let him take you against the door, you were looking out for his neighbors.

"Right. Inside, got it." He reminded himself out loud. He fumbled with his keys to get the front door unlocked. Stiles pushed the door open, peeking his head in. "Dad?" He called.

"What are you doing?"

"Sh, you can never be too sure." He shooed you, making you roll your eyes.

"Dad? You home?" He tried one more time before finally he pushed the door open wide. He wrapped an arm around your waist in an instant to pull you inside with him. He pushed the door shut behind the both of us proceeding to press you against it once more as he had you outside. "No one's here. We can be as loud as we want." He assured as his thumb stroked across your cheek, stealing a kiss from your swollen lips.

"Really? Did the empty driveway not give it away?" You teased. Your fingers were already working to undo his pants.

"That mouth." Stiles stared down at you with a tsk, shaking his head before pulling you over his shoulder to carry you upstairs to his bedroom. "We're going to have to put it to better use."

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muffinbeliever · 11 months

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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 · 2 years

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Stiles Stilinski braids your hair

Warnings; None!! 🥰

Synopsis; Stiles struggles to braid Y/n's hair, after Y/n mentions it'd be cute to braid your lovers hair.

"How the hell am I supposed to do this!" Stiles groaned, as he once more dropped your hair. "It's like.. all the girls in Star Wars have their hair all intricate and I can't even braid your hair! It's all tangle-y and crap.."

You smiled, watching the television as you sat with your back against the couch, Stiles legs on either side of you. You patted his knee, as he extensively watched his phone on how to braid your hair.

"Babe, if you can't figure it out it's alright, I know how to do it.." An hour ago Stiles had insisted on braiding your hair when you had seen some cute video of a couple braiding one another's hair.

And now, 10:30 pm on a school night, you'd realized why he had a buzz cut. He obviously far from understood how to do hair, but it was cute to see him try.

"Never! I'll get this.. this piece over this piece.. " After another episode, and a couple of complaints from Stiles, he shot up. "Aha! I did it!"

You used your phone to look at the sloppy braid, as Stiles did a happy dance. You stood up, smiling at him, "Awesome!" You gave him a victory high-five.

"That's all I get?? That was an hour of hard labor!" You rolled your eyes at him, "Yeah, well, it's bedtime Stilinski, so.." You shrugged jokingly, before flopping down on the couch.

You patted the couch cushions besides you, the lights already off from prior to the hair braiding (not wise but he'd done it in the light of the television), "Cmon we can watch a movie or something."

He obliged, sitting besides you and wrapping an arm around you. You pulled the blanket over you after tossing him the remote.

"How about.. nightmare on elm street? We're on the 3rd one right?" You nodded into his side, as he turned it on.

By the morning your braid would most likely be messily strewn about, but you wouldn't trade that night for the world. "Thank you for the braid, Stilinski."

He cockily grinned, winking, "Professionally done, you're welcome, babe."

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cauliflowertree · 1 year

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stiles stilinksi—holly jolly christmas.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ christmas drabble event

summary: stiles has a christmas surprise for you.

word count: 0.3k

fanfic no. 025

winter had arrived in beacon hills; the days were getting shorter, the temperature colder, and the werewolves rampant as always. to trail after them and all the problems that came with them in the winter months was especially tedious, and you often found yourself still shivering in your bed hours after you’d returned home.

stiles could see the toll is was taking on you, that on top of finals week. after school was out, he was determined to do something nice for you, something where you could forget everything that was causing you stress. and then the idea came to him.

“alright, keep them closed,” stiles said, biting his lip as he led you further into his living room.

“are we there yet?” you asked, bouncing with excitement.

“yeah, open them,” he instructed, biting his nails in anticipation.

stiles must’ve spent all weekend preparing this, for you were only at his house friday night. the living room was lined with tinsel and christmas lights, paper snowflakes hung from the ceiling as well as heaps cotton to make it look like it was snowing, and there were christmas blankets piled on his couch.

in front of the tv were a stack of christmas films just waiting to be played. on his table were mugs of hot chocolate, a bag of marshmallows, christmas cookies and a gingerbread house making kit. and best of all, were the pyjamas laid out on the blankets.

“did you get us matching pyjamas?” you giggled, looking at the snowman patterned pjs on his couch.

“sure did,” he beamed, “and matching socks too.”

“this is incredible, stiles!” you laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck—you could barely tear your eyes away from the scene.

“yeah? well, i’m glad you like it, because i want to mentions of werewolves, weird lizard things or school for the whole day. d’you think you can do that?” he asked, hands tight around your waist.

“for you, i can do that,” you agreed, kissing his lips tenderly.

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storytelller-drabbles-english · 4 years

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«Teen Wolf». Scott McCall/Allison Argent, Stiles Stilinski/Lydia Martin, Allison Argent/Isaac Lahey (Halloween)

I write in Russian and use a translator. If you find any errors, please let me know about it.

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How different couples celebrated Halloween:

Scallison:

"Be afraid!"

"Scott, I've known for a long time that you're a werewolf," Allison grinned, adjusting the cape on her shoulders, "you won't scare me with this," the girl turned to her beloved.

Scott was stunned.

A real witch was looking at him. The skillfully applied makeup accentuated Argent's facial features favorably, and the dress that the girl chose made her slim (although she is so slim) and very, very beautiful.

Allison was waiting for at least some reaction from the guy to his transformation.

"Well?.." she drawled, waiting for McCall to say something about her image for the party.

"You will be the most beautiful witch at this holiday," the guy pulled a lock of hair from the huntress's face a little to the side and gently kissed the girl.

(Scott chose a werewolf costume for himself. And everyone thought it was really a costume, although, in fact, it was the real essence of the guy).

Stydia:

The couple was in the Stilinski family's house and was going to Lydia's house, where almost everything was ready (except, perhaps, a few salads), only Lydia herself was not there.

"Well, who will you be?" Stilinski asked his mate, looking at how she was trying in vain to fasten the zipper on the back of the dress on her own. The dress was black and very suitable for the girl.

"A cat," Martin panted, still struggling with the unyielding fastener.

Stiles shook his head with a smile and, sighing, went to the redhead with the firm intention of helping her with the outfit.

Lydia froze, feeling the guy's hands on her waist.

Meanwhile, Stilinski carefully zipped up the dress and turned Lydia around to face him.

Lydia smiled, picked up the mask from the table and put it on.

"Well, how do you like me?" she moved away from the guy, went to the mirror and twirled a little in front of him. The sheriff's son came up behind her.

"I think you're beautiful," he turned Martin around to face him again and, lifting her chin, gently kissed her on the lips.

The girl smiled through the kiss and, closing her eyes, answered the guy.

When Stiles pulled away from the redhead, she quickly threw a black jacket over her dress and, leaving the Stilinski house, went to the jeep. Scott's best friend followed her into the jeep, not forgetting to lock the door behind him, since his father was not at home.

Allisaac:

Isaac quietly crept up to Allie and suddenly hugged her. The girl dressed in a vampire costume shuddered.

"Isaac?!"

"Uh—huh," the guy mumbled, burying his face in his girlfriend's hair. He was also dressed in a vampire costume (or rather, Count Dracula).

She smiled faintly and asked:

"Are you ready yet?"

"No," the guy groaned, "not yet," he added after a few seconds.

He quickly kissed the girl on the cheek and left, throwing her "go without me, I'll come myself in a while."

Allie was upset, but tried not to show it.

"Okay," the girl shouted after the guy.

She packed up and went to Lydia's house.

***

The party had been going on for about half an hour when Lahey finally arrived.

He entered the house and quickly walked into the backyard, where Martin's party was taking place.

The guy asked Lydia, Stiles and Scott, who was also here, where Allison was, but they didn't know where the girl was now. Then Lahey Jr. began to worry a lot about his girlfriend.

He went all over the yard, but did not find Argent. Curly went into the house, hoping to find the black-haired one somewhere there.

The Huntress was in the living room. Brown-eyed calmly cut the salad at the request of a friend.

"What are you doing here, Allie?" Isaac asked, coming up behind her and hugging her.

The girl shuddered.

"Oh, my God, it's you!" She breathed a sigh of relief, turning around.

"Were you expecting someone else?" Lahey raised an eyebrow, looking at her a little mockingly.

"Of course not, what's the question?" Allison was amazed, moving closer to the guy.

He did not wait long and eagerly began to kiss her face, lips. The girl did not have time to respond to the guy's kisses.

After a while, they finally broke away from each other.

"What was it?" Allison asked with a smile, a little out of breath, as if after a long run.

Isaac also smiled and, pulling the girl to him, kissed her on the forehead.

"I just love you very much.…"

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teenwolftuesdaytrash · 8 months

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Derek stands by the window and watches as Stiles’ reflection appears and leans by the doorframe.

He ran away from their conversation (confrontation?) earlier, and Stiles is kind enough to follow at a more sedate pace.

Derek expects a reprimand, a word vomit of how not-okay it is to just run off mid very important conversation. But Stiles keeps quiet, arms crossed, face carefully neutral. He looks unimpressed by his tantrum but determined to patiently wait him out.

The rush of confusion and jumbled mess of thoughts in his head make Derek cave in.

“I don’t even know you,” he continues from where he left off earlier, “but I remember…I remember loving you.

He can see Stiles hold his breath.

“I remember a pool,” Derek goes on, “I remember you and me in a car with my arm bleeding. I remember watching you leave.”

He looks away from Stiles’ reflection and into the trees.

“I remember leaving. And then staying. For you.”

Derek clenches his hands into fists, his claws coming out and digging into his palm as the frustrating block of darkness sips into his mind again.

“I can’t remember who I am, where I am, or anything else. I don’t remember you. But I remember loving you.”

He wants to look at Stiles again, but also not. He chooses the latter as he gives in to the question at the tip of his tongue.

“Did you…love me, too?”

“Yes.”

Stiles is standing straighter when Derek whips around to face him and his answer. His arms are now at his sides, and there’s a furrow between his brows as he takes a careful step towards Derek.

“Yes, but you didn’t know. I didn’t tell you,” he keeps walking towards Derek until they’re much closer in front of each other, “and you never told me.”

There’s a challenge and confrontation in those last words, but Derek doesn’t have an answer. Only more questions.

“So what does that make us?” he asks. Because Stiles is the one with the answers, Derek also remembers that.

Stiles gives him a look of disbelief for a moment, an unspoken how dare you turn this on me on the upturn of his brow and the slight opening of his lips.

Then he drops his head, huffs, a disguised laugh Derek thinks.

“That makes us two morons who have a lot to talk about. And a lot of dates to go on.”

Stiles shakes his head and gives Derek another look. He searches for something there, seems to find it.

Then, without any more hesitation, he takes Derek’s hand and leads him back out of the room, “after we get your memory back, you big failwolf.”

Derek remembers how easy it is to just hold onto Stiles and follow.

Part 2

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outtoshatter · 9 months

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Casual

For @twistedamusement

They both agreed they could—wanted to—keep it casual. It became almost a game to see who could stay the most casual, no matter what they did, what they felt. Derek casually sealed their first kiss. Stiles casually pulled him into bed the first time. Breathing hard, staring at the ceiling with stars in his eyes, Derek asked, "Wanna do that again?" Casually, of course. Stiles rolled on top of him and playfully bit at his chest. "You up for it, big guy?" Days and nights and weeks later, Stiles casually cooked dinner for them both, and Derek made breakfast. Spare toothbrushes were added to each bathroom without fanfare. Early one morning, still pleasantly buzzing from the night before, Derek crept to the kitchen, digging in the bag he'd left on the counter. Stiles was still asleep, arm flung across the bed onto Derek's side. Derek set the key casually in his upturned palm, then quietly dressed for work. His phone was silent all day. When he returned home, there were sneakers by the door, three hoodies in the coat closet, and a note on the fridge: Went to get dinner -S He smiled. Stiles moved his things in and a year later, casually sent Derek listing for bigger places, closer to both of their jobs. They found a larger house, one with a yard and a reading nook for Derek and an office space for Stiles. "I love you," Derek said, casually of course. Stiles kissed him, hands at his waist, nearly sweeping him off his feet. "I love you, too." Just as casual. Six months, hundreds of boxed and gallons of paint later, Derek woke to the scent of bacon and waffles wafting into the room from downstairs. A black velvet box sat casually on his chest.

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quackquackcey · 3 months

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Missing in Derek's Bed

Stiles & Derek get found out.~ 🌥 (AO3).

For @sterekdrabbles 1/22/24 prompt: ‘white, listen, upset’. Theme: 'gentleness.' 100 words. Rated T. Tags: secret relationship, implied smut.

Stiles reached out beside him—warm, but empty. He kept his eyes closed, lids heavy, and stretched out under the gentle sunrays, not yet at their afternoon intensity.

Upset voices from the living room.

He strained to listen.

"—missing. Jeep's there—"

"—never went home, not answering—"

"—tracked his scent—wait—"

The door opened.

Stiles sat up, squinting as the white sheets slipped off his naked body, covered with hickeys and bites. "Who's missing?"

"No one," said Derek. "Go back to sleep."

He flopped back down and patted the bed. "Morning round?"

Derek shoved out Scott and Isaac, shocked still, in record time.

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stilinskibaby · 2 months

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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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teencopandthesourwolf · 2 months

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HIDEOUS

for the @sterekdrabbles 21.02.24 challenge. the prompt words were: MAN, HIDEOUS, and COO. the end of month theme was: DESPAIR.

It's the night before school starts back.

Stiles is about to try fixing his now longer hair between gel-covered fingers in another pointless attempt to tame it.

“Oh, man. I'm hideous.”

There's a soft thunk behind him.

He doesn't bother investigating, having learned the differing thunks of the werewolves who use his bedroom window as an entrance.

“What do y—”

Stiles is shoved into the wall by Derek before he can finish his sentence.

“I like it,” the werewolf growls softly, almost purring.

“Derek, did you just—coo at me?”

“Shut up,” Derek snaps, burying his nose in Stiles's hair again.

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batwynn · 4 months

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Stiles is on his hands and knees—not praying, but maybe begging for a break. It’s been so much nonstop, and he’s no longer tired. No. He’s something else completely. It’s transformed him so much that the back of his hands look unfamiliar. The dirt under his nails is at least a week old. The blood older. Stained. He’s long since given up trying to wash his hands clean of it. And why should he? There’s always more. It’s always his fault.

That something else twists under his skin and asks, “why?”

Stiles doesn’t know anymore. It’s something Scott said when it all began. That taking responsibility was important, because no one else would or could. But he was also, like, nineteen so maybe that depth Stiles felt in statement was a little naive.

“Why?” It chitters, twisting its way from the pit that is his empty stomach.

He hasn’t eaten in… days? Maybe? He’d been raw dogging his ADHD meds with barely a sip of water between them. Same with the ibuprofen. Stiles knows he has an ulcer, but who the fuck has the time for that? Who has the time to pat them on the back anymore. Responsibly implied appreciation, at some point. Big Damn Heroes. Is that what they did it for? Christ, they were naive.

His left ring finger is a little crooked—nail bed broken. The skin looks inflamed around it like infection is kicking off and Jesus Christ, who has the time?

He hears someone breathing nearby and he knows it’s the only sign of life he’ll get for a while. Derek’s been out for an hour at least. Once again riddled with holes, all silent pain and loud anger. And Stiles is still on his knees, begging.

Begging.

The something else clicks its claws in his ears now. The question remains. Why?

Why is it their responsibility? Because no one else could? That’s not exactly true, though is it? Adults around the world live with supernatural things in their lives. A whole shit ton of them took on the responsibility of shooting the fuck out of them when they got spicy. So why, again, was it them? Why teenagers? Why didn’t Stiles tell his dad right away? Let some of that burden off of his shoulders when Scott got bitten?

Oh, right. Wait. That was his fault Scott got bit. His responsibility. Is that where it started?

And then—and then years later it was his fault all over again. The thing wearing his face, anyway. His face, though.

A sudden, ugly cough bursts out of him. It sounds so bad, but luckily it doesn’t wake up Derek. Stiles sits up properly and looks over at him. They’d both collapsed on the floor of his loft after the battle, already beyond thinking about bed or couch or anything soft. Derek’s blood is smeared across the floor and soaked into the carpet. The brand new carpet. Something about it fills Stiles with unbridled rage. It was one of those rare Derek smiles—something soft and private that he felt so lucky to see. A dusty blue pattern on white. A little fancy, a little foolish, maybe. Who gets a white carpet when their lives are… this?

Still.

Derek deserves a white carpet. He deserves to smile when he gets something for himself. He deserves to decorate, and like things, and have a life, and think about the future. Not whatever this is.

Stiles looks back down at his hands again, resting on his thighs. They’re shaking now that the weight is off of them, like the pressure removed gave them permission to show weakness. He doesn’t bother to stop them. No one’s looking, anyway. He doesn’t need to be strong, and smart, and all together. He can be a little untethered. A little something else.

Derek’s breathing shifts, and Stiles knows he has only a few minutes before the man is awake again. He knows that it will be minutes after that where Derek will shove the weakness down again, and pick himself up off the floor. He’ll check Stiles over. He’ll listen to his heart, his rattling breath. Check the air for the scent of sepsis. And then, satisfied that he’s not in immediate danger, go fetch a bucket and a mop. Stiles will try to save the carpet when Derek doesn’t allow himself to.

Stiles picks at his non-fashionably sliced up jeans.

“Why?”

Because he’s the only one who will and the only one who can.

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fitzells · 2 years

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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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unadulterated-syd · 1 year

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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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