Stiles didn't even think about keeping it a secret from you that he was spiderman, infact, he actually complained and whined to you the same day he got bit by the spider.
He absolutely tries to impress you with his powers and then immediately embarrasses himself. Like he’ll swing onto your balcony all cool and then somehow trip on the landing.
His suit has small personalized details. He'd add your initials somewhere hidden on it and never tell you about it.
After every fight, he sneaks into your room through the window late at night and you would patch him up. He loves it, loves you taking care of him while he rambles about what happened in the fight.
He has a secret folder of pictures of you on his phone. Half are cute, half are accidental blurry photos but he doesn't care.
His favorite thing ever is making you laugh after he’s had a horrible day. Like he could be exhausted, injured, stressed but if you giggle at one of his dumb jokes he’s instantly better.
He keeps little memories from your relationship. Movie tickets, random notes, receipts from places you went together. He calls it “evidence” because he’s a nerdie.
He’d swing you around the city once and act like it’s casual while you’re losing your mind. “STILES WE ARE LITERALLY IN THE AIR.” “Yeah but look at the view!”
He would absolutely leave little web hearts or notes somewhere for you because he thinks it’s funny.
He is extremely touch starved and has a habit of grabbing your hand without thinking. Walking? Holding hands. Sitting together? Hand on your thigh. Watching a movie? Fingers intertwined.
He would send you "made it home?" texts even though he followed and watched you go inside from the buildings while swinging.
He loves when you play with his hair. It’s probably his biggest weakness. He’ll be midrant about something and slowly go quiet because you started running your fingers through his hair.
He can save a whole city and still get nervous asking: “Can I kiss you?” Because being spiderman is easy compared to admitting how much he loves you.
The cafeteria buzzed with noise around your table, students talking over each other while someone across the room nearly dropped an entire tray of food.
“You know what your problem is?” you asked, pointing your fork at Stiles from across the table.
Stiles looked up from his lunch dramatically. “Wow. Starting early today, aren’t we?”
“You spent your last five dollars on beef jerky and an energy drink.”
“And?” He mumbled while stuffing his mouth with Scott's fries.
“And now you’re asking Scott for money.”
Besides Stiles, Scott sighed without even looking up from his food. “Again.”
Stiles pointed between the two of you. “You know, it’s actually really unfair when siblings team up against me like this.”
“You glued your fingers together in chemistry yesterday,” you reminded him.
“That was one time.”
“Two times, actually.” Scott corrected
You laughed, reaching over to steal one of Scott’s fries before he slapped your hand away.
“Get your own food.” he frowned at you, scooting the tray closer to him.
“You had two lunches yesterday!" you shot back, still trying to take the fries.
“Because you stole mine!" Scott yelled and accidentally dropped his fries while trying to get it away from you. He groaned while Allison laughed quietly beside you.
“This,” Scott said, pointing at you, very offended "is what I deal with at home EVERYDAY."
Stiles nodded seriously. “Honestly, man? You deserve compensation.”
“You owe my mom twenty dollars.” Scott gave him a look.
“That’s unrelated.”
Before Scott could actually attack Stiles, Lydia slid into the empty seat beside you with Jackson right behind her. Her iced coffee in her hand and sunglasses perched on top of her head despite the fact they were indoors.
“You’re all being loud,” Lydia informed the table casually.
Jackson sighed "I could hear Stilinski from the hallway."
"That's because my voice carries authority." He shot back at Jackson, giving him a glare.
“That’s because you never shut up,” you corrected, a smile creeping up to your face.
Stiles pointed at you accusingly. “You are weirdly mean to me today.”
“You make it easy.”
He grinned.
Like actually grinned.
Which was annoying.
Mostly because he only did that stupid crooked smile around people he liked, and lately you’d been noticing it directed at you way too often.
Judging by the look Lydia gave the two of you, she’d noticed too. Because, of course, Lydia noticed, she noticed everything.
“My parents are gone tonight,” Lydia announced casually, opening her water bottle.
Scott immediately frowned. “That sounds illegal already.”
“I’m inviting people over, McCall. Relax.”
“A party?” Stiles asked instantly.
“A hangout,” Lydia corrected.
Stiles leaned back in his chair. “If Greenberg shows up, I’m leaving.”
“Nobody’s inviting Greenberg-” Scott narrowed his eyes.
"Are you coming or not?" Lydia asked annoyed, eyes flicking briefly between you and Stiles with way too much amusement.
"I'm in." you shrugged. It could be fun, after all, the group didn't have a good hangout since the time Scott and Jackson almost started a fight while arguing about who's gonna be the lacrosse captain.
The second you agreed, Stiles sat up straighter. "Yeah me too."
Your eyes met Stiles' for a second across the table. And for some reason, his stupid grin made warmth creep into your cheeks. Stop it.
After school was finally over, you started getting ready. Your room was a mess.
Half your closet was currently thrown across the bed because apparently finding something to wear for a simple hangout at Lydia Martin’s house had become way more difficult than it should’ve been.
Pulling on your shoes, you glanced at yourself in the mirror one last time.
Nothing too dramatic. Lydia’s house wasn’t a party (surprisingly), just a hangout. But you still wanted to look decent.
Not for anyone specific, ...obviously.
A loud car horn blasted outside.
Then another.
Then a third, longer one.
You closed your eyes slowly. “Oh my God.”
Scott groaned downstairs. “I’m gonna kill him.”
You grabbed your jacket before heading downstairs.
Scott was already by the front door, pulling on his hoodie with an annoyed expression.
“He’s so irritating,” he muttered.
“And yet you’re best friends.”
“I make bad decisions.”
Scott opened the door where outside, Stiles’ blue Jeep was parked messily by the curb, slightly crooked like he hadn’t bothered fixing it after pulling in.
Stiles leaned out the driver’s window the second he saw you both.
“There they are,” he said dramatically. “The two slowest people alive.”
He was wearing his usual blue flannel with a pair of jeans, his buzzcut looking more messy than usual (if that's possible).
All of you settled in the Jeep, Scott in the passenger seat while you were in the backseat.
By the time you had pulled into Lydia's neighbourhood, there were already a few cars outside.
You all climbed out of the Jeep, the cool evening air hitting your face immediately. Music played faintly from inside the house while voices echoed through the open windows.
The front door swung open before you even reached it.
“Allison!” Scott said immediately, smiling as she stepped outside.
“You guys took forever,” Allison laughed, hugging you.
“Blame Stiles,” you said automatically.
“Whoa, absolutely not,” Stiles defended. “I was the ONLY punctual person involved.”
Before you could respond, Allison dragged you in while Scott and Stiles followed, kicking off their shoes near the door.
The house already felt warm and loud in that comfortable way Lydia’s house always somehow did whenever everyone was over.
Jackson was stretched across one end of the couch scrolling through his phone.
Lydia appeared from the kitchen at that exact moment, drinks in hand and eyes immediately narrowing slightly at the three of you standing together.
“You made it,” she said.
“Barely,” Scott muttered. “Stiles thinks stop signs are optional.”
“They are suggestions.”
“They are LAWS you idiot." you frowned.
Lydia rolled her eyes, setting the drinks on the table. "Just sit down!"
Stiles immediately dropped onto the couch beside you before anyone else could. It made you feel weirdly...warm again. He really needs to stop doing this shit.
And judging by the way Lydia smirked while she walked away to get snacks, you guessed she noticed it too, AGAIN.
The living room had gotten louder as the night went on.
At some point, the movie playing in the background had turned into nothing but noise while everyone talked over each other, snack wrappers scattered across Lydia’s coffee table.
Scott and Allison were curled up together on one end of the couch sharing a blanket despite the fact nobody else ...was cold.
Jackson looked disgusted every time he glanced at them.
“You know,” he said, tossing popcorn into his mouth, “there’s actually people in this room besides the two of you.”
Allison smiled sweetly. “Jealous?”
“Of Scott? Never.”
Scott frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Then, thankfully, Lydia cut in before they could start a stupid fight again.
“We should play something.”
Jackson groaned instantly. “No.”
“We’re not playing charades again,” Allison added. “Stiles almost cried.”
“I was being sabotaged!" Stiles was defensive.
“You tried to act out the lion king by crawling around and barking." You added, looking at him while you couldn't help but laugh.
“It was method acting.”
Laughter spread around the room while Lydia looked around thoughtfully before her eyes landed on the empty bottle sitting near the edge of the table.
An evil smile crossed her face immediately.
“Oh no,” Allison muttered.
“Oh yes,” Lydia replied.
Jackson noticed the bottle and immediately leaned back. “Absolutely not.”
“What?” Lydia asked, innocently smiling.
She picked up the bottle slowly. “Spin the bottle, it could be fun." She twirled the bottle once between her hands. “But, seven minutes in heaven version.”
Scott looked genuinely horrified now. “I’m leaving.”
“No you’re not,” Allison laughed, pulling him back down beside her.
Meanwhile Stiles had gone weirdly quiet. You noticed immediately. Across from you, he was leaning back against the couch cushions while fidgeting with his hands, trying very hard to look relaxed, but failing... horribly.
Lydia placed the bottle down in the middle of the carpet. And one by one, everyone moved onto the floor around the bottle. Scott immediately sat beside Allison, obviously, while Jackson dropped down next to Lydia still muttering complaints under his breath.
You settled cross-legged onto the carpet just as Stiles sat down directly across from you.
The second he looked up and realized where you were sitting, something in his expression shifted. He was internally panicking. What if it lands on you while he spins it?
“Alright,” Lydia said, glancing around the circle. “Who’s going first?”
“Not me,” Scott answered instantly.
“Coward,” Jackson said.
“You go first then.”
Jackson opened his mouth, paused, then pointed at Stiles. “No, him.”
Stiles blinked, looking offended. “Why me?”
“Because you look like you’re about to pass out.”
“I hate all of you.”
“That means it’s your turn,” you said, watching him.
Stiles looked at you for a second too long before leaning forward toward the bottle.
“Fine." he muttered.
And then, he spun the bottle. Everyone leaned forward slightly as it spun across the carpet.
Past Allison.
Past Jackson.
Past Lydia.
And then slowly—
slowly—
it stopped directly in front of you.
For one second, nobody said anything.
Stiles blinked at the bottle, freezing.
"Interesting." Lydia said, pleased with herself.
Then Scott shot upright so fast he nearly knocked Allison over. "Absolutely not.”
Lydia rolled her eyes. "Scott."
"No. Absolutely not."
"It's a game."
"It's my sister!"
Within the next minute, despite Scott's protests and your own attempts to argue, Lydia had already dragged both of you toward the downstairs coat closet. Calling it a closet felt generous. It was basically a tiny box filled with jackets and random storage. There was barely enough room for one person, let alone two.
Jackson pulled the door open and grinned. "Looks cozy."
"I hate all of you," you informed the room.
"Get in."
Before either of you could escape, you were pushed inside. Stiles stumbled in after you and the door shut behind him. The click echoed in the darkness.
Your shoulder pressed against his. Every small shift resulted in another accidental touch. You tried leaning away, only to discover there was nowhere to lean. The wall was already against your back.
"If this had landed on literally anybody else, Scott wouldn't currently be planning my murder."
You snorted. "Currently?"
"Oh, he's always planning it a little."
You chuckled, but after a few moments, silence started to stretch.
You became painfully aware of your heartbeat. And your breathing. And his breathing.
"Uh..."
Stiles cleared his throat.
Then immediately looked away. Or at least you thought he did. It was hard to tell in the dark.
"Hi."
A nervous laugh escaped you. "Hi."
But then silence started to fill the space again, somehow even worse this time.
Stiles desperately searched his brain for something normal to say. Something casual.
Something that didn't immediately reveal he had been desperately crushing on Scott McCall's sister for an embarrassing amount of time.
But...nothing came, absolutely nothing.
He looked anywhere except directly at you.
The wall, the coats, the floor, a random jacket hanging above your head, ANYWHERE. Because every time he accidentally looked at you, his stomach did something weird.
The seconds felt impossibly long. Every tiny movement felt important, every breath, every glance. You looked up, and Stiles was already looking at you. Your stomach dropped.
It suddenly occurred to you how close he was and how easy it would be to reach out and touch him. How easy it would be to—Stop. Bad idea. Very bad idea.
"Stiles..." The moment his name left your mouth, his eyes lifted back to yours.
Your heart nearly stopped.
"Yeah?" He breathes out, eyes flicking between your lips back to your eyes.
You didn't know what you were about to say.
You just knew you didn't want the moment to end.
Stiles leaned in and for a split second he thought he might actually pass out. His heart was beating so hard he was sure you could hear it. Slowly, giving you every chance to change your mind, he moved closer.
Your eyes flickered down to his lips.
And that was it.
Any remaining coherent thought left his brain.
He pressed his soft lips to yours.
The kiss was slow, tentative.
Stiles' hand found the wall beside your head, mostly because he needed something to steady himself.
You moved a little closer.
His stomach immediately did a backflip. He kissed you again, slightly more confident this time, and he let out a tiny breath as he felt your hand on his cheek. It nearly killed him.
He had imagined kissing you before, but this was nothing like his fantasies.
He moved his hands to your hips, making you deepen the kiss as you climbed on him, straddling him with your thighs.
When he felt your thighs squeeze around his torso, he made a soft whimper into the kiss, which went straight to your core.
You broke the kiss panting, and he chased your lips immediately, missing the sensation.
His pupils were wide and blown, hands squeezing your hips desperately as his hips twitched up , all needy.
You move and start kissing him again, this time with much more confidence. You bring your hand over his buzzy hair, tugging the strands, he gasp and you take the chance to slip you tongue in, making him moan and squeeze your hips so fucking tight. You gasp, rolling your hips against his immediately, making both of you moan desperately at the euphoric sensation.
He moved his head lower, placing kisses at that very sensitive spot on your neck while grinding up against you.
"Sti- fuck-" you breathe out heavily, tugging his hair more.
He makes these delicious whimpers as he hears your pleads, letting his hands roam around your waist then back down, and down...until they squeezed your ass. You gasped, and started replicating the small kisses on his neck now, making him whine.
"P-please, oh god-" he moans, desperately rolling his hips into you.
You continue kissing his neck, nipping at the skin while his whines and pleads make you so wet.
You looked at him, both of you panting and grinding into eachother all desperate and needy.
But you freeze when you hear distant laughter, as well as footsteps.
Stiles blinked, still heavily breathing as his eyes went wide.
"Shit-"
You got off of his lap fast, making him whine in protest and start to pull you back subconsciously.
"Stiles they're coming-" you whisper shout, still out of breath and feeling very hot and bothered.
Meanwhile he looks like he just ran a marathon, eyes all wide and desperate for more of your touch as he swallows.
"Damn it!-" he hissed, looking very disappointed as he lets you go, not by his choice. I mean after all, he still doesn't want Scott, his best friend, to see him heavily making out with his sister.
You pull down your shirt that has ridden up while he was letting his hands roam freely all over your torso, the memory making you flustered. You clear your throat, fixing you hair.
Stiles just stared at you, mind blown because he can't comprehend he just did that with you.
The laughter and talking becomes louder, definitely more closer and you swallow, looking at Stiles with a small smile.
Before he could say anything, a loud knock came on the closet door.
"Okay, your seven minutes are definitely over," Lydia called from outside.
Before you could answer, the doorknob suddenly rattled. Both of you jumped apart so fast that Stiles immediately smacked his shoulder into the wall behind him.
"Ow—"
The closet door flew open, light flooded in instantly.
For half a second everyone just stared.
Your cheeks were flushed, hair slightly messy even though you tried to fix it, and even more blush creeping up your neck.
Meanwhile Stiles? Stiles looked like he couldn't even move if he wanted to. His cheeks were also insanely flushed, while his ears were pink. He was still breathless, trying to act as normal as possible.
"You kissed." Scott broke the silence, staring between both of you.
"I think they did a little bit more than that." Lydia responded sarcastically, a smug smile on her face.
Allison tried to keep herself from smiling as she saw Scott's face, while Jackson didn't looked surprised at all.
Both of you looked at eachother, then blinked and shook your heads fast.
"No! We didn't kiss, what the hell-"
"Stiles." Scott frowned, looking at him.
"Oh god no." Stiles swallowed, getting out of the closet slowly. "Scott, I would never, EVER-"
Scott started walking towards him and stiles started backing way, rambling and denying.
You couldn't help but chuckle, meanwhile Allison and Lydia stared at you with smirks.
You blinked, feeling your cheeks flush again. "What?"
They looked at eachother, then back at you with that "you exactly know what" look.
You sighed, swallowing hesitantly before quietly speaking. "It's just a kiss, so what?-"
They immediately squeeked, jumping on you and giggling as you rolled your eyes but smiled.
Meanwhile Jackson was separating Stiles from Scott. Oh well !
a.n: hiii, first time writing something a little smutty(I know it's bad) so don't judge... (@uzmacchiato for lace dividers)
summary: you go on a school trip and and arrive at the hotel where you're sharing a room with Allison, but things quickly change when she sneaks in Scott's room and kicks Stiles out, leaving him no other option but to spend the night with you..
word count: 7.7k
warnings: stiles x fem!reader, slightly smutty
The bus doors were open, that warm engine smell drifting out while everyone started to go in and take their seats.
You stood there with your bag hanging off one shoulder, watching Scott and Allison talk like they were in their own little bubble already. Scott kept gesturing at something, Allison laughing at whatever it was, clearly not in any rush to move.
Beside you, Stiles rocked back on his heels.
“Okay,” he said quietly, like he was analyzing a crime scene. “They’re not even pretending.”
“They never do,” you replied, already tired
“Yeah, but this is aggressive.” he said while making a disgusted face
You adjusted your grip on your bag, rolling your eyes and groaning. “Just go in!"
“And miss the psychological study happening right in front of me? No.”
Scott finally looked over, raising his eyebrow "You guys coming or what?”
"We’re observing.” Stiles looked at him
Allison leaned into Scott a little, smiling. “You can observe from inside the bus.”
“That’s what they want you to think,” Stiles muttered in your ear
You bumped his arm. “Move."
He sighed like you were ruining something important, but still stepped forward with you.
The four of you ended up at the bottom of the bus steps at the same time, everyone kind of pausing at once like there was an unspoken agreement about how this was going to go.
Scott looked at Allison.
Allison looked at Scott.
You looked at Stiles.
Stiles looked at the bus.
“Okay,” Scott said, taking Allison's hand “So obvious plan is—”
“Allison and Scott sit together,” Stiles cut in immediately, stating the obvious
“I mean if you insist” Allison replied, smiling innocently
“Traitors,” Stiles scoffed
Scott ignored him, already sitting besides Allison
You sighed, knowing you're gonna be stuck with Stiles for HOURS. Great...
The first 2 hours was him just rambling about anything he could think of. From the last thing he ate, to explaining the whole lore of star wars, which you didn't watch.
"Seriously, you have to watch it!-" He looked at you, eyes wide and determined
"Oh my god Stiles why is it that important?!" You furrowed your brows and snapped at him
"Because you can't die without watching THE star wars, I won't let you!" He said while munching on a sandwich
"FINE! I'll watch it if it means so much, are you happy?" You sighed, finally giving in, mainly just hoping he would stop annoying you and let you at least sleep a little on that damn bus
"YES!" He almost jumped off of his seat, a wide grin appearing on his face
"You're not gonna regret it, trust me." he looked so happy, it was kind of adorable
After that, he finally gave you some peace (which was rare) and you started drifting off to sleep. Your head fell on his shoulder, and he turned his head immediately, seeing you resting peacefully. He blinked, his ears becoming red as he turned his head back, swallowing. He shouldn't feel anything, you were his bestfriend since kindergarten. He snapped out of his thoughts and tried to compose himself, but the way your soft breathing hit his skin was VERY distracting, making it impossible for him to stay sane. His hands twitched on his thigh, while also sweating. This ride was gonna be a long one..
After 2 painfully long hours of him trying to calm down (which he never did), you guys arrived at the hotel and you started waking up, yawning
"We're here?" You blinked, rubbing your eyes as you lifted your head up finally
He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding the whole time, swallowing
"Uh- yeah we're - we're here!-" he stumbled across words, already grabbing his and yours bag too, standing up
You stood up too as everyone eventually got out of the bus and went into the hotel
You and Allison shared a room, while right next to you were Scott and Stiles, also sharing one
It was 10pm, and you were currently unpacking while Allison was fixing her hair for some reason?
"We're not going anywhere tonight you know that right?" you said, looking at her while folding a shirt
"Well...about that. I'm kinda going to Scott's room...". Allison looked at you, with an apologetic smile
You blinked, groaning. Does that mean Stiles will have to be here? He's surely not gonna third weel with them..
"Are you kidding me? If coach finds out he's gonna kill both of you." You said while you stopped folding clothes
"He's not gonna find out, relax. I'm just gonna go there, I'll be quiet" She says as she takes one last look in the mirror, walking to the door
"Well, what about Stiles?" You couldn't help but ask, acting like you don't care that much
"He's gonna be here"
"Allison."
"What?"
Before you even get the chance to say something, she walks out, leaving you in the room. It was only a matter of time before you heard a knock. You walked over to the door, opening it. Guess who it is? You're right, Stiles.
He was standing there, looking like a kicked puppy as he held his bag. You sighed, letting him come in.
"I can't believe them, actually-"
"I hate them" He groans while flopping onto the bed
You sat next to him, while folding the last shirt, obviously upset
Suddenly he looks at you, propping himself on his elbows
"Hey, you said you're gonna watch star wars right? We could maybe watch it now? Since, you know I'm the biggest fan -"
You turn to him, pausing for a second before letting out a sigh and agreeing. I mean, you got nothing else to do, so why not?
And that's how you ended up in the bed sitting next to eachother, with blankets covering you. Stiles found the movie on his phone and he was holding it so both of you could see the screen. Besides both of you was a cold slice of leftover pizza that coach gave everyone for emotional support.
You laughed at one scene, then really focused on the other. Stiles found it kind of cute actually, how your brows slightly furrowed when watching an important scene, or how your dimples exposed themselves as you chuckled. He quickly cleared his throat and turned back to the screen as he realised he was staring. And you...you noticed everything. He was so close, you could smell the faint cologne on him, and his cheap lavender shampoo. You swallowed, your heartbeat starting to speed up. Suddenly your knees touched under the blankets, and Stiles froze while you held your breath. But neither of you actually... moved. Neither of you even mentioned it... It felt kind of nice, besides your racing heart and his palms becoming sweaty. Suddenly neither of you payed attention to the movie, but on eachother instead. Stiles swore to himself he's going to explode. You turned your head and couldn't help but look at him, only to see his whole face getting red. You blinked, leaning in subconsciously.
"Are you..okay?-"
"What?" He blinked, avoiding eye contact
"Of course I'm okay- why wouldn't I be?"
You swallowed, and you couldn't help but smile a little. He was nervous too...but 10 times more than you.
You decided to tease him a little, leaning in even more so there was practically barely any space left between your faces
"Well you don't look oka-"
Before you finished he cupped your cheek, pulling your face close and pressing his soft lips on yours.
Your eyes widened in shock as you felt your stomach flip and your heart skip a beat. You quickly closed your eyes, melting into the kiss as your hand automatically went to his buzzed hair, fingers running through it.
He made a surprised sound, and after a second both of you pulled away, panting slightly.
He looked at you, lips parted and slightly red, eyes wide and still shocked, his hand still cupping your cheek softly
Meanwhile you thought he looked more delicious than ever. Your eyes were on his lips before going to back to his hazel ones.
"Can we ...do that again?" He breathes out, looking all needy and desperate that it went straight to your core
You lean in and kiss him again, and he makes a small whimper that only made you even more hungry for him. You gently tugged his short hair and he gasped, so you took the chance to slip your tongue in his mouth. He let out a muffled moan, taking it immediately and slipping his in too, both of you exploring eachother's mouths.
His calloused hands from playing lacrosse gripped your thighs, and you moved so you were straddling him. You broke the kiss, panting and looking down at him. His lips were slightly swollen and he looked at you like you were a goddess. His puppy dog eyes staring up at you as his hands roamed on your sides down to your hips, gripping them.
He put his hand in your hair, bringing you close and kissing you senseless. You tugged on his hair and he moaned again. You couldn't help but roll your hips on him when you felt him hard under you. He gasped and you immediately put a hand over his mouth, muffling his moan so other students wouldn't hear. He gently bit down on your palm, while his hips twitched up, trying to relieve some pressure.
"Sti- fuck..-" you hissed, finding a rhythm that made you melt
His eyes rolled back as he made a muffled whimper against your hand again, which only made you grind more on him. You felt your panties completely soaked and both of you started grinding in a perfect rhythm that made you pant and gasp, and him make muffled whimpers and moans.
His thighs started slightly shaking and you felt yourself being on edge as you leaned down and kissed his neck, marking him up to ground yourself. He gasped, biting a little more into your palm as he suddenly made a cut off whimper, and you gasped, both of you panting as you came.
Your head fell in his shoulder as you dropped your hand from his mouth, both of you breathless and clinging onto each other desperately.
"Are- are you okay?-" he asks, his eyes shut and he was still coming down from the high. His hands were on your back, thumb drawing gentle circles on the skin.
"Y-yeah..." You reply, also catching your breath and wrapping your arms around his neck.
"I love you" he says, opening his eyes and planting a kiss on your head.
"I love you" you reply, placing a soft, lingering kiss on his cheek.
a.n: hi guys this is my first fic ever so I'm kinda scared...but I was so pissed off we didn't get harley x stiles in teen wolf so I wrote this. anyways! enjoy, feel free to give tips and send me requests ☺️ (@uzmacchiato for lace dividers)
summary: stiles stilinski, scott mccall, and harley have been inseparable since they were kids. High school was supposed to change things, but somehow, it just made stiles start paying attention to everything he never thought about before...
and harley starts noticing it.
warnings: fluff, childhood bestfriends to lovers
The first day of high school felt wrong.
Not bad, just… off. Like someone had taken their normal lives and turned the volume up too high.
Harley noticed it the second they walked through the gates.Too many people. Too much noise. Everyone trying way too hard.
And then there was Stiles, classic Stiles.
“I’m telling you, this is where everything goes downhill,” he said, walking way too fast Infront of Scott and Harley. “Like statistically, friendships fall apart, people reinvent themselves-"
“Stiles,” Scott said, already tired, “it’s been ten seconds.”
“Exactly! We should already be planning to run off-"
Harley bumped her shoulder into his, cutting his stupid rambling off. “Relax. Worst case, you embarass yourself in front of new people.”
He looked at her, clutching his chest mockingly. “You’re supposed to support me!"
“I am. I’m preparing you.” Harley replied while looking at a group of seniors laughing together about something stupid.
Scott laughed, and just like that, it felt normal again. Same as always.
They’d been doing this forever, since scraped knees and playground fights and pinky promises that felt like they actually meant a big deal.
It shouldn’t feel different now.
But it kind of did.
By lunch, the place was packed.Too loud, too full, nowhere to sit.
“Oh my God,” Harley said, grabbing his sleeve and pulling him forward. “There’s a table. Move.”
They dropped into it like it was theirs, Scott across, Harley in the middle, and Stiles ,of course, right next to her.
Stiles reached over and stole some of Scott’s fries.
“Hey-”
“Sharing is caring.”
Harley pushed her tray a little closer to his. “Take mine too. I don’t trust these.”
“You’ve been eating them.”
“I had to test them.”
He smiled, shaking his head, and took one anyway.
For a second, everything felt easy again. It was just three of them, it was gonna be okay.
Then-
“Hey, Harley?”
She looked up, blinking.
A girl stood there, smiling like she already belonged here. Long strawberry blonde hair, and a perfume that you could smell across the whole cafeteria.
“Do you wanna come sit with us?” she asked, looking at Harley while keeping a small smile on her face.
Harley blinked. “Oh- uh-”
It wasn’t a big deal.
It shouldn’t have been.
But she glanced to the side anyway.
Stiles had gone quiet, stuffing more fries in his mouth to not say something stupid.
Scott looked between them like he already knew something she didn’t.
“I mean, you can,” he said, breaking the agonizing silence.
“I-” Harley hesitated, then shook her head a little. “Maybe later. I’m good here.”
The girl nodded and walked off, her heels clicking.
Harley turned back and caught Stiles looking at her.
He looked away immediately, avoiding her eyes.“What?”
“You’re being weird.” She frowned
“I’m not.”
Scott snorted. “You are.”
“I’m literally not doing anything.”
Harley leaned back slightly, studying him. “…You got jealous.”
“What?- No I-,” Stiles said way too fast. “Why would I be jealous? That makes no sense. I don’t care. Sit anywhere. Sit with whoever. Sit on the floor. I don’t-”
“You’re so bad at lying,” she cut in, smiling.
“I’m not lying!”
Scott was grinning now. “You kind of are.”
Stiles groaned and dropped his head onto the table. “I hate both of you.”
Harley laughed, and the weird feeling from earlier loosened in her chest.
Everything was still the same...right?
After school, they ended up at Stiles’ place like always.
“Dad, we’re home!” Stiles yelled.
“Alright!" The Sheriff replied from the kitchen, clearly used to having them in the house, basically...always.
Scott dropped onto the bed in Stiles' room like he’d been hit by a truck. “I’m never waking up that early again.”
“You say that every year,” Harley said, sinking into the bed beside Scott.
Nothing had changed in Stiles' room. Same star wars posters on his walls, same comic books and a bunch of cd's she had borrowed a thousand times.
“High school’s not bad,” she said, staring at the ceiling.
“You're right, it's horrible.” Stiles said from the doorway.
Scott shrugged. “I liked it.”
“Of course you did.” Stiles rolled his eyes.
There was a pause. A quiet one. Then Stiles broke it.
“Hey,” Stiles said.
She turned her head. “Yeah?”
He looked like he was gonna say something else. Something bigger, scarier, that neither weren't familiar with.
But he didn’t.
“You’re still sitting with us tomorrow, right?” he asked instead, trying to sound casual.
Harley blinked.
“…Yeah,” she said. “Why wouldn’t I?”
He shrugged, looking anywhere but at her. “I don’t know. That girl basically asked you to join the popular kids!"
She sat up a little, looking at him. Then she smiled, softer this time.
“I’ve been sitting with you since I was, like, seven,” she said. “I think it’s kind of a habit now to be with you idiots."
Something in his expression eased, and he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
“Yeah,” he said. “Okay. Good.”
Meanwhile, Scott, who was watching these two the whole time, just blinked, and he saw the look on Stiles' face. No way...does..he?- no, impossible. That was his bestfriend after all, right...?
Later that night, Harley was already in bed when her phone buzzed.
Stiles: you alive?
She smiled a little.
Harley: barely
Harley: high school is traumatic
Stiles: told you
Stiles: i was right
She rolled her eyes.
Harley: don’t let it get to ur head
There was a small moment where none of them said anything, just stared at the screen. Then Stiles texted:
Stiles: did you mean it
She frowned slightly.
Harley: what
Stiles: about sitting with us
Stiles: like
Stiles: ur not gonna just ditch us right
Harley stared at the screen for a second.
Then she typed:
Harley: stiles
Harley: as much as idiots both of you are, I'm not ditching you
On the other side, Stiles smiled softly, typing back.
Stiles: good
Stiles: because you’re kind of stuck with me
There was a longer pause, none of them typing, before Stiles panicked, quickly adding:
Stiles: I mean us
Stiles: with scott
Stiles: obviously
She blinked, feeling that same flutter in her chest again as she quickly brushed it off
Harley: right
She set the phone on her nightstand as she stared into the ceiling, the smell of him lingering on the hoodie she had "borrowed" from him a few days ago.
Stiles also turned off his phone, his mind racing. He wasn't sure what was he even feeling, but he was definitely sure it was confusing, especially for him.
High school started feeling weird.But some things weren’t changing.
Not really,
Tomorrow, they’d sit at the same table, Stiles would talk too much, Scott would try to keep him in check, and Harley would be right there in the middle.
Like always.
Except now,
Stiles was starting to notice things he hadn’t before.
Like for example, in class, how Harley's brows slightly furrowed when she was solving a math problem.
Or how the corners of her big brown eyes cranked while she was laughing.
Or how when she was in his room, helping him with chemistry, she would be patient even after he got the answer wrong 13 times.
Yeah.
He was fucked.
Scott knew before either of them said anything.
Which was annoying, because neither of them had actually said anything.
But Stiles had started doing this thing where he’d check if Harley was there before he spoke, like his sentences that didn't even make sense to him needed her approval to exist. And Harley? Harley had started not even pretending she didn’t notice him.
So yeah. Obvious much?
Scott gave it until Monday....
Then he got bored.
Lunch was normal for about three minutes.
Which, honestly, was a record.
“I’m telling you,” Stiles said, pointing his fork like it mattered, “group projects are a scam. I end up doing everything, and for what? A shared grade? That’s socialism.”
“That’s not-” Harley started.
Scott kicked Stiles under the table.
Hard.
“What was that for?” Stiles snapped.
Scott didn’t answer. He just looked past him and said, way too casually, “Oh hey, isn’t that the girl from your English class?”
Harley glanced up. “Who? Lydia?”
“Yeah,” Scott said. “You should go say hi.”
Stiles froze. “Why would she- why would- what are you doing?”
“I’m encouraging social interaction,” Scott said.
“You’ve never encouraged social interaction in your life.”
“Growth.” Scott snapped.
Harley looked between them, already suspicious. “You’re being weird.”
“I’m being supportive.” Scott continued convincing,
“You’re being annoying,” Stiles muttered.
Scott ignored him. “Go. I’ll save your seat.”
Stiles choked on nothing. “Her seat is right there.”
Scott kicked him again.
“Oh my god,” Stiles hissed. “Stop kicking me.”
Harley stood up slowly, narrowing her eyes at Scott. “If I come back and you’ve moved my stuff-”
“I won’t,” Scott said, smiling innocently.
She pointed at him. “Don’t.”
Then she walked off.
The second she was out of sight-
Stiles turned. “What is wrong with you?”
Scott shrugged. “You weren’t gonna say anything.”
“Say what?” Stiles frowned
Scott just stared at him. Like his eyes were telling everything.
Stiles held it for about two seconds before looking away, his cheeks slightly flushing. "Shut up."
“Dude.”
“I said shut up.”
“You like her.”
“I know,” Stiles snapped, then froze.
Scott blinked. “Okay. Wow. That was faster than expected.”
Stiles dragged a hand down his face. “Great. Awesome. Love that for me.”
“So tell her.” Scott said, like it was the easiest thing to do.
“Absolutely not.” Stiles snapped back, eyes wide.
“Why not?” Scott frowned
“Because I like… everything the way it is,” he said, quieter now. “And if I mess that up, then what?”
Scott didn’t answer right away.
For once.
Then: “You won’t.”
“You don’t know that.” Stiles looked away.
“I kind of do.” Scott smirked
Stiles looked at him. “Since when are you wise?”
“Since you started spiraling.”
“I’m not spiraling.”
“You’re always spiraling.”
“…okay, fair.”
Scott leaned back. “Just, don’t overthink it.”
“Awesome, great advice, thanks." Stiles responded sarcastically
Harley came back a minute later, dropping into her seat.
“What did I miss?” She said, her eyes darting from Scott to Stiles.
“Nothing,” Scott said, but couldn't help but smirk slightly.
“Everything,” Stiles said at the same time.
She looked between them. “I hate both of you.”
“Love you too,” Scott said.
Stiles didn’t say anything.
Which Harley definitely noticed.
It happened after school.
Scott had “practice.”
Except he didn’t.
He just… left, way too fast.
“Didn’t he say practice was later?” Harley asked, watching him go.
“Yeah,” Stiles said. “He’s lying.”
“Why?”
Stiles hesitated. “No idea.”
“Wow. Great detective work.”
“Thank you.”
They stood there for a second longer than necessary.
Then Harley adjusted her bag. “You walking me or what?”
“Yeah,” he said quickly. “Yeah, obviously.”
They fell into step easily.
It was quieter than usual.
Halfway down the street, Harley slowed a little.
“You’ve been weird all day,” she broke the silence
“I have not.”
“You didn’t talk at lunch.”
“I talked.”
“You argued about socialism and then went silent.”
“That was a strong opener.”
“Stiles.”
He exhaled. “I’m fine.”
She stopped walking.
He took two more steps before realizing and turning back. “What?”
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“That thing where you act like everything’s fine when it’s not.”
“I’m literally fine.”
She crossed her arms. “You’re a terrible liar.”
He looked like he wanted to argue.
Then didn’t.
“Okay,” he said. “I’m not fine.”
“Thank you.”
“Happy?”
“Very.”
He glanced down the street, then back at her. “It’s just, things feel different.”
“Different how?” She frowned, tilting her head.
“I don’t know,” he said, frustrated. “Just… different.”
Harley watched him for a second.
Then stepped a little closer.
“Yeah,” she said. “They do.”
He blinked. “Oh.”
“Yeah.”
That seemed to throw him off more than if she’d argued.
“…and you’re...okay with that?” he asked.
She shrugged. “Depends.”
“On what?”
“On if you’re gonna keep acting weird about it.”
“I’m not acting-"
“Stiles.”
“…okay, a little.”
She smiled, just slightly. “Then stop.”
“Wow. Revolutionary advice.”
“I try.”
He shifted his weight. "Why didn’t you go sit with Lydia?"
Harley looked at him like she was deciding how honest to be.
“Because I didn’t want to.”
“That’s not a real answer.”
“It is.”
“It’s not the full answer.”
She tilted her head. “You first, then.”
“First what?”
“Why do you care?”
He opened his mouth before closing it, like a literal fish.
“…because I like when you sit with us,” he said.
“That’s also not the full answer.”
“Okay, wow, we’re doing this now?”
“Stiles you were the one who starte-"
“Because I like you.” He cut her off, freezing.
Harley didn’t move.
But...didn’t look surprised either?
Stiles immediately regretted everything. “Cool. Great. Awesome. I’m gonna go jump into traffic now-”
“Stiles.”
He stopped.
She stepped closer again, close enough that he had to look down slightly.
“I know,” she said.
He blinked. “You- what?”
“I know.”
“How do you- since when-"
She smiled a little. “You’re not subtle.”
“That’s- wow. Okay.”
“And you’re not the only one who notices things.”
He stared at her. “Wait.”
“Yeah.”
“…yeah?”
“Yeah.”
It took a second for him.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
He let out a breath that turned into a laugh. “Okay. Okay, that’s- wow.”
“Very articulate.”
“I’m processing.”
“Take your time.” She smiled
“I am.”
He ran a hand through his hair, still smiling like he couldn’t stop it. “So what now?”
Harley shrugged. “Now… you walk me home.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
He narrowed his eyes slightly. “You’re really just gonna act normal?”
She bumped her shoulder into his. “We are normal.”
“Debatable.”
“Stiles.”
“Okay, okay.”
They started walking again, glancing at eachother every 30 seconds.
After a few steps, his hand brushed hers.
he didn’t pull away.
Neither did she.
The next day, Scott was already at their table.
Smug.
So fucking smug.
“Well?” he said the second they sat down.
Stiles pointed at him. “You knew.”
“I always know.” He smirked, looking proud of himself, feeling like cupid.
Harley rolled her eyes. “You’re insufferable.”
“And yet, I was right.”
Stiles dropped into his seat, trying to look annoyed and failing. “You’re never allowed to do that again.”
“Oh, I’m absolutely doing it again.”
Harley reached over and stole one of Stiles’ fries this time.
Stiles smiled at her, grinning like a lovesick puppy.
