Fanfic writers don't make Stiles angry enough. He is a neurodivergent teenage boy caught in a quite literal revolving door of nightmares, AND his best friend never picks up his damn phone. Let him crash out I beg.
Not enough people in the teen wolf fandom engage with the fact that stiles is actually fucking insane. My man was looking for the other half of a dismembered body in the woods just for funsies in episode one. My man was out here bringing a baseball bat to an Alpha fight. My man regularly threatened to turn his werewolf buddies into fur rugs. Why are you turning him into a sweetiepiecandonowrong?
Not enough people in the teen wolf fandom engage with the fact that stiles is actually fucking insane. My man was looking for the other half of a dismembered body in the woods just for funsies in episode one. My man was out here bringing a baseball bat to an Alpha fight. My man regularly threatened to turn his werewolf buddies into fur rugs. Why are you turning him into a sweetiepiecandonowrong?
β£ jason is the type to act annoyed when you steal his hoodies, but secretly loves seeing you wear them. every single time he catches you walking around in one of his oversized sweatshirts, he'll roll his eyes and tell you that you have your own clothes. the thing is, he never actually asks for them back. in fact, he'll intentionally leave his favorite hoodies draped over chairs or hanging by the door because he knows you'll take them. if you ever return one, he'll probably stare at it for a second and ask why you aren't wearing it anymore.
β£ he leaves his books everywhere. you swear he owns multiple bookshelves, but somehow every surface in the apartment ends up covered in novels. there'll be one on the kitchen counter, three on the coffee table, and another balanced on the arm of the couch. sometimes you'll pick one up to move it and find little sticky notes that have scribbled writing fall out of them. jason claims he's organized because he "knows where everything is," but you'll never understand how he manages to locate a specific book among the chaos.
β£ grocery shopping with him is dangerous. you'll enter the store with a perfectly reasonable shopping list and leave wondering how the bill doubled. jason somehow sneaks random snacks into the cart whenever you're distracted. you'll be comparing pasta brands, then look down and discover three different types of cookies and enough cereal to survive an apocalypse. the worst part is that he always acts innocent when you call him out, even though he's absolutely guilty.
β£ he loves cooking for you. jason genuinely enjoys being in the kitchen, especially when he's making something he knows you'll love. if you've had a bad day, he'll quietly start cooking before you even have a chance to complain about it. the apartment fills with the smell of your favorite meal, and suddenly the day feels a little less awful. he'll act like it's no big deal, but he pays attention to every little thing you like and remembers it.
β£ movie nights are mandatory. jason will complain endlessly if you choose a romantic movie, claiming they're all predictable. then he'll proceed to watch the entire thing while providing commentary on every scene. he gets weirdly invested in side characters and starts making predictions about the plot halfway through. if he's right, he'll spend the rest of the night bragging about it. if he's wrong, he'll insist the writers changed the ending just to spite him.
β£ jason pretends he doesn't like cuddling. if anyone asked him, he'd probably deny being affectionate at all. yet somehow every movie night ends with him stretched across half your body. he'll start by sitting on the opposite side of the couch, then gradually move closer until you're practically trapped beneath him. once he's comfortable, he's not moving for anything. at that point, you've basically become his personal pillow.
β£ he remembers tiny details about you. jason notices things most people overlook and stores them away without saying anything. he remembers your coffee order, your favorite candy, and which songs you always replay in the car. weeks later, he'll casually show up with your favorite drink and act like it's nothing special. meanwhile, you're standing there wondering how he remembered something you mentioned once three months ago. he'll never admit how much attention he pays to you.
β£ arguments never last long. jason can absolutely be stubborn when he's upset. he'll cross his arms, glare at the wall, and insist he's fine when he's clearly not. but no matter how irritated he is, he hates sleeping while things are unresolved between you. eventually he'll wander into the room and sit beside you in silence for a minute before quietly asking, "you still mad?"
β£ the apartment is filled with little signs of him caring. your phone charger mysteriously gets replaced before you even realize the old one is broken. your favorite snacks somehow appear in the pantry whenever you run out. the blanket you always steal is folded neatly on the couch after he notices you left it somewhere else. jason isn't always great at expressing his feelings out loud, so he shows them through actions instead. the apartment becomes full of tiny reminders that he's always thinking about you.
β£ he absolutely loves when you read while he's reading. some of his favorite moments are the quiet ones where neither of you says much. you'll be curled up together on the couch, each lost in your own book for hours. every once in a while he'll read a line he likes and slide the book over for you to see. there's no pressure to fill the silence because being together is enough. to jason, those peaceful moments feel just as meaningful as any big romantic gesture.
This is genuinely fucking disgusting I canβt believe someone has the audacity to say this. The blatant classism is INSANE. Do these people not think?????
Need Lucifer swarming with his and Reader's children werewolf from Hotel Transylvania style but the difference is that he'd be so happy having so many little ducklings following him around like it'd be a dream come true for that man and a nightmare for everyone else dhdncn
Jason used to think self-care was βtaking a shower after patrol and maybe eating something that wasnβt cold pizza.β Now he has a whole shelf in the bathroom dedicated to the skincare routine you introduced him to. He grumbles about it, but you catch him using the fancy moisturizer you bought him when he thinks youβre not looking.
He lets you paint his nails black when youβre having a lazy Sunday. At first it was βjust this once,β but now he picks the color himself sometimes β usually deep red or dark green to match his Hood aesthetic. He wears them under his gloves on patrol like a secret.
Shopping with you used to be torture for him. Now he actually enjoys it. Heβll let you drag him into stores and try on clothes you pick out, even if he pretends to hate it. The first time he bought a soft oversized sweater because βit smelled like youβ when you hugged him in it, you knew he was hooked.
He started using your hair products. His hair is softer now, the white streak less brittle. When you run your fingers through it at night, he melts and pretends heβs not purring.
Jason used to wear the same three hoodies on rotation. Now his closet has actual outfits β nice jeans, button-downs you picked out, even a leather jacket that isnβt battle-worn. He wears them when he takes you on dates and looks ridiculously good doing it.
He lets you give him face masks. The first time you put a bright green one on him, he complained the whole time. Now he asks for the βblue one that smells like berriesβ when heβs had a rough patrol. He falls asleep with his head in your lap while it dries.
Bath bombs. He discovered them through you and is now lowkey obsessed. Heβll come home after a long night, run the water, and drop one in without saying anything. If you join him, he gets all soft and quiet, just holding you in the warm water.
He buys candles now. Not the cheap ones β the expensive ones that smell like books and rain and the cologne you like. He lights them when youβre over and pretends itβs βfor the vibeβ when really itβs because he wants the apartment to feel like home for you.
Jason used to cut his own hair with kitchen scissors. Now he lets you trim it in the bathroom, sitting on a stool while you carefully shape the white streak. He watches you in the mirror the whole time with the softest look on his face.
He wears your scrunchies. At first it was just to keep his hair out of his face while cooking. Now he has a drawer full of them in different colors you picked out. Heβll wear one on his wrist like a bracelet when heβs out in civilian clothes.
Self-care nights are sacred now. You introduced him to sheet masks, bath salts, and fluffy socks. He complains the whole time but always participates. The first time he asked for a βspa nightβ after a bad patrol, you almost cried from how proud you were.
He lets you dress him up for dates. You pick out button-downs and nice jeans and he wears them without argument. He even asks for your opinion now: βDoes this look okay? I donβt want to embarrass you.β
Jason used to think cologne was βfor rich assholes.β Now he has a signature scent you helped him choose β warm, woody, with a hint of spice. He wears it because he knows you like burying your face in his neck and breathing him in.
He takes baths with you. Not just showers. Full baths with bubbles and candles and him sitting behind you, arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder. Heβs quiet during those moments, just holding you like youβre the only thing keeping him grounded.
On bad mental health days, he lets you pamper him. Face masks, head scratches, you reading to him while he lies with his head in your lap. He used to push you away when he felt like this. Now he leans into it because you make him feel safe enough to be soft.
He buys you matching pajamas. Soft, oversized ones in your favorite color. He pretends itβs βjust practicalβ but the way he smiles when you wear them says otherwise.
Jason started journaling. Not the dramatic kind β just little notes about his day, things that made him happy, things heβs grateful for. Most of the pages end with your name. He keeps it hidden but leaves it open sometimes so youβll see how much he loves you.
He lets you take care of him. When he comes home hurt, he doesnβt hide it anymore. He lets you patch him up, make him tea, hold him until the nightmares fade. He whispers βthank youβ against your skin every time, like he still canβt believe he gets to have this.
The biggest change? He tells you he loves you now. Not just in grand gestures or quiet moments. He says it in the kitchen while youβre cooking, in the shower when youβre washing his hair, in the middle of the night when he thinks youβre asleep. Heβs still learning how to be soft, but heβs trying β for you.
a/n: hope this fit the request well.. it was so fun to write omg
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