[crybabystilinski]

CRYBABYSTILINSKI .ᐟ

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[filmjules]

── ★ ˙🔦 ‧₊˚ that was the worst part . . ᵎᵎ

ೃ⁀➷ pairing : post void!stiles x bsf!fem!reader

˗ˏˋ synopsis : the pain from the nogitsune doesn't leave with him and you're left trying to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart without your best friend. ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

𑁥౿ note : feeling angsty... hope u guys enjoy!!☺️ barely proofread, description heavy, miscommunication and arguing, the title is based on the demo of my boy only breaks his favorite toys by taylor swift and i would recommend listening to that if you can because omg it's so sad, maybe a happy part two ?

you knew stiles would never see you like that.

you knew. and yet you still couldn't help but feel it—a terrible, gut-wrenching need for him. all of the small, friendly, moments you could romanticize in your head meant more to you than anything any other guy had done for you.

there were plenty of them to choose from, you had guys lining up to treat you right. but you couldn't get yourself to like them.

you expected to live with this sinking feeling in your stomach every time he was around lydia—or any girl he liked—forever. he had no idea what it did to you, and you wanted it to stay that way.

but of course, of course, the nogitsune would see it. and of course he would use it. because why wouldn't he?

it was perfect.

you were stupid to not realize. the confession, the moment he kissed you, everything after that. it was all fake.

not the dream kind of fake, where you could accept that it was in your head, but the kind where it happened and still none of it was true.

it was a spirit, doing it for the sole purpose of your pain.

after the whole nogitsune and oni thing was over, you thought it would go back to semi-normal. you knew he knew. stiles had said he remembered everything.

everything, every moment he used your feelings to hurt you.

and you knew stiles, he wouldn't completely hate you for feeling like that. he probably wouldn't even be mad—probably not even uncomfortable. you thought he would come back to you no matter what, like he always said he would.

it started to slip your mind for a while—the death of allison, the whole introducing malia to the group, issac leaving—it wasn't your biggest problem.

but a week or two passed, then a few more, and the thought crawled right back in. it stayed at the forefront of your mind, torturing you all the time by never leaving.

you never talked to him.

you spoke—very briefly, in a group setting—but never talked.

you weren't expecting a love confession, or even to talk about any of it. not your feelings, not the things you assume he wouldn't want to relive. but you expected to at least have your best friend back.

every time you saw him it was like another stab in the chest. he stopped instinctively smiling at you but frowning, he avoided eye contact, he avoided sitting or standing beside you.

but he had no issue with malia, who was clearly all over him.

of course, that thought had you feeling insanely guilty. none of anything that was happening to you was her fault.

the day you finally snapped was when stiles deliberately ignored you.

you sat next to him on scott's couch while the others were still in the kitchen. not crowding, not even on the same sofa cushion. there was an entire body space between you, but still it felt charged with unspoken words.

you knew he felt it, your eyes on him, your need to talk.

there were no butterflies, no exciting nerves. only a deep fear of being rejected of friendship by your supposed best friend.

he glanced up to you—quick, too quick—and stood and left. you watched his frame leave the room, leaving his food and his drink on the table, the smell of his cologne still lingering in his absence. the cologne you bought him for his birthday.

silence. your brain was completely empty.

the bathroom door clicked closed, a sign that the moment was already over before it even began.

you hadn't even realized that you were crying. it wasn't loud, it wasn't supposed to be seen. the cold winter air bit at your face, sharp against your nose and ears, but you barely even felt it.

the warmth of your tears on your cheeks didn't register, and the lack of oxygen in your body wasn't enough to snap you back into it. there was a sinking, empty feeling in your gut, and you felt nothing else.

your breaths were shaky, uneven and short. your sobs racked through your trembling body—the cold only worsening the shaking.

when stiles emerged from the bathroom, he expected to see you either still sitting there or back to talking with lydia. when neither were there, he questioned it.

he knew it was wrong of him to avoid you, but every time he looked at you, all he saw was the pain in your eyes when he hurt you. he couldn't do that again. so he ran.

through the window, he could see you standing on the porch, crying. instinctively, he rushed out to comfort you, to hold you like he normally would. he regretted it the moment he saw your face.

your usually warm eyes, full of love and life, looked exactly as they did when the nogitsune hurt you. exactly what he'd been too scared to face.

and it was completely his fault this time. nobody controlled him but himself, and he made you look like that.

you turned around, expecting lydia or even scott. not stiles.

the scoff escaped your throat before you could stop it. "go away, stiles." you hiccuped, "please."

he watched you try to wipe your tears away, only for them to be replaced in an instant. your body language screamed that you were scared—of him, he guessed.

"are you—"

"stop." the finality in your voice caught him off guard, but he still didn't step back into the house. "i don't want to be around you right now. please, for the love of god, go inside, stiles."

your smile was a weak attempt at pretending you were fine.

stiles was always known to be stubborn, but for some reason you thought he might listen. you were wrong. "no, i'm not leaving you out here when you're crying."

"i want you to leave me alone."

"i'm not going to."

"fine. tell everyone i was sick or something, i'm leaving." you said firmly, ready to walk away. you were surprised by how well you held yourself strong against him, that you didn't cave, that your voice only barely cracked.

"no, you stop. what's going on with you?" he asked, his voice gentle along with his barely-there brush against your arm. your body turned to face him against yourself. "talk to me."

any crack in your walls was gone at that. he unknowingly ruined his chances of getting you to open up. you pulled your arm away, away from his touch that you so badly wanted to lean into. "fuck you."

"huh—what?"

"fuck you." you cried, another sob racking through you. his hands rested at your shoulders and you couldn't help but let him. your hands raised to his chest, stabilizing yourself.

"i have waited weeks for you to talk to me, about literally anything. and the one time, i just want to be left alone, you have to come and demand i talk. i don't want to talk, stiles!"

your voice is cracking—the sound of poorly repressed tears evident in your words—and you're hitting his chest. you feel like you're being mean but you can't find it in you to care. you want to hurt him like he's hurting you, even if it's impossible.

stiles was speechless. standing there, raking his fingers through his hair and debating what to do next.

"i'm sorry."

"i hate you."

"no, you don't."

"i wish i never met you."

you know you don't mean it. he knows you don't mean it. but it still lands exactly where you wanted it to.

you didn't know why you said it, honestly. maybe to get him to really leave you alone, maybe because your feelings were bottled up for too long, but you wished you could take it back.

he didn't say more. he just nodded, turned around, and went back in the house. his eyes were brimming with tears that he wiped away, and when everyone asked where you were, he did what you said to and told them you felt sick and went home.

nobody questioned it, but everybody knew it wasn't the truth.

when you got home that evening, you wasted no time in going to your bed to sulk. your body was exhausted from the sobbing and the fighting earlier, but yet your tear ducts weren't done.

and when you were halfway to sleep, the tears finally over and crusted on your cheeks, the framed photo of you and stiles on your nightstand flipped over because you couldn't stand to look at it anymore, your phone lit up with another ding.

9:02 pm

mischief: did you get home safe?

9:05 pm

mischief: look i know you don't want to hear from me, but if you don't answer i will come check for myself

12:16 am

new! mischief: we need to talk

new! mischief: please

new! mischief: i can't lose you

your plan to continue ignoring his messages was interrupted by a very quiet knock on your window. sliding it open, you held your ground and kept him out. "what are you doing here?"

[ursogorgeous13]

bikini season, stiles stilinski

summary: this right here (basically just trying on bikinis w stiles)

word count: 1200

warnings: reader wears a bikini, some sexual jokes, definitely not dressing room etiquette (nothing sexual happens), reader has a purse, pet names, mentions of food

stiles masterlist

your friends had invited you to the beach, which meant one thing… you needed a brand new bikini.

and when you debated who to take with you… your best friend or your boyfriend, you ended up choosing stiles, mostly because you loved watching him get flustered over literally everything, but also because you wanted his opinion.

plus, he had a car.

you were at your favorite store in the mall, racks of bikinis in every color you could imagine, and stiles was trailing behind you like a lost puppy, your purse hanging awkwardly from his shoulder.

“can we get auntie anne’s after this babe?” stiles asked, adjusting your bag on his shoulder.

“ya, i’ve been craving a pretzel,” you said, glancing back to smile at him.

“why does everything have to be so tiny?” he mumbled, holding up a neon orange bottom.

“that’s fashion” you laughed, taking it from him and hanging it back up. “we’re not getting that one, calm down.”

“i’m just saying, it’s like, super small,” he continued, waving his hands. “uh you’re like supposed to wear in public right?”

“you act like you don’t like them on me” you teased, shooting him a wink before grabbing a handful of bikinis and heading toward the fitting rooms.

“uhhh—” he stuttered, his ears already turning a shade of light pink. “it feels like i’m gonna get, like, arrested… just for being here.”

you peeked back at him, smirking. “then go look around in the store, while i’m here….alone.”

you disappeared behind the curtain, leaving stiles to awkwardly hover near the entrance, rocking back and forth on his feet, trying not to make eye contact with the sales associate who kept giving him suspicious glances.

“babe!” you called after a moment, peeking your head out. “can you come in here and give me your opinion?”

he stiffened like a statue. “uh, nope.no. that’s okay. just, uh, show me at your place later.”

“stiles,” you whined, motioning him to come over, “come on. It’s not like we’re gonna fuck in here or something.”

“please don’t say that word right now,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes darting to the sales associate, who definitely heard you. you didn’t care. you raised your eyebrows, daring him.

he makes his way towards you, taking small baby steps before you pull him into the small fitting room with you.

he stood with his back pressed against the wall, fidgeting with the strap of your purse, eyes glued to the ceiling.

“so,” you said, turning to check yourself in the mirror as you adjusted the floral bikini top, “i was thinking of wearing this one with shorts over it, you know, casual but still cute.”

his eyes darted down to your body for a split second, and then they shot back up so quickly. “uh-huh. yep. cute. great.”

“stiles, you’re supposed to actually look at me,” you said, hands on your hips, giving him a look.

“i am trying to be respectful, like you know a gentleman” he hissed, his face completely red now. “you’re literally half naked right now.”

“wow ok… just say you’re not attractive to me” you joke

he let out a strangled noise, before rolling his eyes at you. “you’re evil.”

“c’mon, you can look. i promise i won’t tell scott you got a boner in the dressing room.”

“BABE,” he groaned.

you burst out laughing, turning around to adjust the straps again, giving him a full view of your bare back, the bikini barely covering anything. you glanced over your shoulder, “well? does it make my ass look good or what?”

“Oh my God,” he whispered, covering his mouth with his hand as his eyes dropped despite his best efforts. “yes. yeah. yup, it looks— i can’t do this.”

“stiles,” you said, trying not to laugh, “it’s literally just a swimsuit.”

“yeah, on you, it’s like— it’s not just a swimsuit,” he stammered, rubbing a hand over his jaw.

“oh, so you think i look hot,” you teased, stepping closer to him.

he gulped, his brown eyes wide and soft, darting down your body before shooting back up to your face. “mhm,” he mumbled, voice hoarse, “you look really, really pretty.”

your heart fluttered, but you kept your smirk. “you’re so easy,” you teased, reaching up to adjust the straps again. ”want to help me with this knot?”

“uh— i—” he glanced at your shoulders, shaking his head like he was trying to clear it. “i can’t. i will die. actually die.”

you laughed again, turning around and pulling his hand to the knot. “you’re fine. just untie it so i can try the next one.”

his fingers fumbled, brushing against your warm skin, and you felt him freeze for a second before he finally got the knot undone.

“you’re so red right now,” you said, turning to face him again while holding the bikini top against your chest, your grin wide. “like, cherry red.”

“Oh God,” stiles muttered, dropping his head to the crook of your neck. “kill me now.”

“okay,” you said, grabbing the edge of the curtain, “i’m gonna try the polka dot one. step out for a sec kay?”

“oh thank God,” he whispered, stumbling out like he’d just escaped the trenches, “don’t take forever.”

you giggled as you changed, adjusting the polka dot bikini until it hugged you perfectly. you checked yourself in the mirror, you notice how your tits and ass are sitting perfectly in the set. it was a hundred times better than the floral one, you were excited to see stiles’ face.

“okay, you can come in now,” you called.

the curtain rustled, and stiles peeked in, his eyes widening instantly as they swept over you. he opened his mouth, closed it, then rubbed the back of his neck, looking away before forcing himself to look again.

“well?” you asked, turning so he could see the back, “floral or polka dot?”

he cleared his throat, swallowing hard, his eyes trying his hardest to not stare at your tits. “i, um— the polka dot. definitely. It’s, like, really… wow.”

“wow?” you repeated, stepping closer, smirking. “you’re great at articulating”

“hey, wait you try forming words when your girlfriend looks like that,” he shot back, his face bright red.

“okay, so I’m taking that as a yes,” you said, reaching up to press a soft kiss to his jaw letting your lips linger for a second before pulling away.

he was quiet for a moment, blinking at you, before he mumbled, “you’re, like… super duper hot.”

you grinned, pulling the curtain shut again to change back into your clothes. “you’re so cute when you’re flustered.”

“i’m not flustered,” he mumbled outside.

“you’re so flustered.”

“shut up,” he muttered, but you heard the smile in his voice.

when you stepped out, holding the polka dot bikini over your arm, stiles still had your purse in his hand now swinging it, his eyes soft as they met yours.

“so… auntie anne’s?” you asked, bumping your shoulder against his as you walked out of the store.

“ya,” he said, smiling, “but you’re buying, since you’re the one who’s trying to give me a heart attack today.”

you laughed, lacing your hand through his. “deal.”

[crybabystilinski]

i've been on a 4 hour rabbit hole of role model videos and live music and jake shane and

[nicoinkokomo]

rip liam dunbar you would've fucked with lego batman

[crybabystilinski]

THEO RAEKEN | masterlist

one shots

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moodboards

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series

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drabbles/thoughts

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[crybabystilinski]

why are usable gifs so hard to find

[nicoinkokomo]

okay but it must've been funny as FUCK after theo came back and started acting like a good fucking samaritan I just know liam was confused as hell. like imagine this dude who was literally like? fucking evil 3 months ago coming back still kind of a bitch but like relatively reformed I would've lost it. like you're expecting him to still be conniving and malicious and superevil but nooo he shoves you into an elevator and literally sacrifices himself? stops you from going all dark side?? takes a fucking BULLET to the shoulder for you??? like im just imagining liam with a giant question mark above his head every time they interact it's genuinely killing me

[ursogorgeous13]

adopting a pet, stiles stilinski

stiles x reader

warnings: establish relationship, physical touch, pet names, shared apartment, mention of food, debate between cats and dogs, lots of fluffy

stiles masterlist

it started on a lazy saturday morning after eating burnt toast and orange juice, with the two of you cuddled on the couch in your first shared apartment. you were half asleep, your head on stiles shoulder.

“babe,” he whispered, voice thick with sleep. “we should get a pet.”

you blinked, trying to open your eyes, looking up at him. “like…a fish?”

he scrunched his nose, wrapping some of your hair around his finger. “no. like, a real pet.”

you felt your heart flutter, another step of building your life together, you two weren’t exactly ready for a child after all, you’re both are finally starting your careers.

“okay. but i want a cat.”

“a cat?” he had a sour look on his face.

“no we’re getting a dog.” he adds

you shifted your position looking at him fully now, fully awake now. “stiles, no. cats are so much easier to take care of.”

“dogs are better,” he argued, while kissing your forehead. “dogs are more loyal… they won’t climb on counters and knock over those coffee mugs you always buy.”

you scoffed, pulling away. “excuse me, but dogs are like toddlers forever. cats are independent, and they’ll actually let you sleep”

“cats literally would eat your body if you died.” he mumbles putting his hands on your waist, pulling you closer.

“stiles!”

“tell you what,” stiles said, brushing your hair away from your face.

“let’s just go to the shelter and see who we fall in love with.” he adds on

you narrowed your eyes, suspicious. “that’s your way of tricking me into getting a dog.”

he grinned, kissing your temple. “no, i wanna trick you into having a happy life with me.”

you sighed dramatically but let him pull you off the couch, both of you throwing on sweatshirts and shoes, as you grabbed your keys.

at the shelter, you were immediately pulled to the cat room, eyes lighting up at the sight of a sleepy gray kitten curled up in pillow. you tapped the glass, and the cat lifted its head, blinking at you with sleepy blue eyes before letting out a tiny meow.

“Oh My God, stiles, look at him,” you whispered, feeling like your heart might explode

meanwhile, stiles was standing outside the dog cages, looking at the blonde puppy with floppy ears who was rolling over, trying to lick stiles fingers through the bars.

“babe, look at this guy,” stiles called. “he’s basically me if i was a dog.”

you walked over, arms folded. “that’s exactly why we shouldn’t get him.”

“oh, come on,” he groaned, grabbing your hand. “look at that face.”

you were about to retort when the puppy let out a sneeze so violent it nearly knocked him over, and you both burst into giggles.

for an hour, you wandered between the cat room and the dog cages, playfully arguing. you’d pet the puppy and giggled when it chased your shoelace, and stiles would awkwardly hold the kitten when it was placed in his arms, his eyes going soft when it purred against his chest.

finally, you found yourselves in the hallway, exhausted and smiling.

“okayy,” you sighed, looking at him. “rock, paper, scissors?”

he grinned. “best two out of three.”

you lost. and when you groaned, stiles kissed you hair, whispering, “you’ll love him, i promise.”

two hours later, you were in the apartment after going to the pet store and buying too much stuff, the puppy was tiny, fluffy, clumsy puppy sniffing every corner of your living room, tripping over its own paws. you sat on the floor, arms crossed, pouting.

“stop pouting, you’re gonna hurt his feelings” stiles teased, sitting next to you, the puppy climbing into his lap.

you reached over, gently scratching behind its floppy ears, and it gave a soft, excited yip.

“Oh My God,” you whispered, your heart melting.

stiles grinned, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. “told you you’d love him.”

you looked at him, rolling your eyes but unable to hide your smile. “shut up.”

he nudged you with his shoulder. “you’re a sucker for cute things.”

“and you’re one of them,” you shot back, making him blush.

you spent the rest of the afternoon on the floor, laughing as the puppy tried to chew on stiles’ shoelaces and kept slipping on the hardwood, your apartment echoing with giggles and tiny, barks.

stiles looked at you, his face soft, and whispered, “we’re really doing this, huh?”

you looked around your apartment, now full of puppy toys and warmth, and nodded, a small, content smile on your lips. “yeah. we are.”

later that night, you were brushing your teeth while stiles was on the floor of the bathroom, the puppy trying to chew on the drawstring of his sweatpants. stiles looked up at you through the mirror, his hair messy from where the puppy had been pawing at him earlier.

“we need to name him,” he said, tugging the string from the puppy’s mouth.

you spat out your toothpaste, rinsing your mouth, and leaned against the sink. “i know, but it’s so much pressure. what if we pick something stupid and he’s stuck with it forever?”

“he’s a dog, babe,” stiles said, lifting the puppy and standing up, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “he’ll probably answer to anything as long as it’s said in a high pitched voice.”

you roll your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips as you followed him into the bedroom.

the puppy was already curled up on the edge of your bed, small and sleepy, his tiny tail wagging lazily when you crawled under the blankets. stiles dropped his phone on the nightstand and climbed in beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

his nose brushes against your shoulder, and you giggled softly, the puppy letting out a tired bark at the foot of the bed.

“he’s so small,” you whispered, looking over stiles’ shoulder at the puppy, who had already started snoring.

“i promise next time we get a cat,” Stiles said with a sleepy voice.

you looked at him with a shy smile, your fingers tangling in the hem of his sweatshirt. stiles kissed your cheek, then your jaw, then the corner of your mouth, and finally pressed a soft kiss against your lips.

when you pulled back, your lips brushing his, you whispered, “we still need to pick a name.”

“okay okay,” he murmured, nuzzling at the crook of your neck placing kisses. “what about…rex?”

you snorted, shaking your head. “he’s not a t-rex, Stiles.”

stiles fingers traced circles on your waist under the blanket. “fine, what do you have in mind, miss i-want-a-cat-so-bad?”

you stuck your tongue out at him, then glanced at the puppy. “he looks like a… mochi.”

stiles blinked. “like the ice cream?”

“yup,” you giggled. “he’s small, round, and soft.”

stiles pretended to think, looking dramatically at the ceiling before looking back at you, a smile breaking across his face. “you know what, mochi’s actually cute.”

you leaned in, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. “yeah?”

“yup,” he whispered, kissing you back, slow and warm, his hand coming up to cradle your cheek.

at the foot of the bed, mochi let out a tiny snore, and you both broke into quiet laughter.

an: i wish he was real

[crybabystilinski]

i was saying smt about this to my friend the other day but derek is significantly less scary (esp when he talks) than i think he was meant to be just because he has cute teeth/a cute smile .....

like he has those smaller teeth next to his front teeth that make his smile cuter and less scary idk

like just look at him

[dark-angel-wolf]

[crybabystilinski]

heyyyyyyyy. could i request a liam dunbar fic. maybe something of liam always trying to impress the reader cause he likes her (like a kid trying get his parents attention to show them some dumb thing) and scott and stiles always tease the reader about it but she finds it endearing.

ᝰ NOTE — i'm so sorry it took me so long to write & i hope you enjoy!! (i lwk hate this though)

SUMMARY — liam is always trying too hard to impress you, but luckily for him, you find him it cute.

PAIRING — liam dunbar x stilinski!reader

“wait—y/n is here?” liam suddenly interrupted mason and corey, who have been trying to get liam ready and out onto the field for the past five minutes.

“yeah? she came with scott, said she was bored.” mason laughed, making eye conversation with corey. none of which registered to liam, who was now solely focused on you.

the other two boys were only semi-surprised to see liam get up and ready within a few seconds.

surprised? not really. intrigued? definitely.

he ran out of the locker room quicker than he ran away from supernatural enemies.

you, however, were standing on the side of the field ’casually’ searching for liam. originally you showed up to honestly help scott with his last day as assistant coach.

that, and you wanted more time with him.

wanted to hang out with your older brother figure, since your real older brother left already.

but the longer that practice went on and liam didn’t show up, the more you worried about him. what if something bad happened? since scott got bit in his sophomore year your mind always went to the worst case scenario.

aside from the supernatural, coach was getting pissed and threatening to not make him captain. which was just petty because the rest of the team is mediocre at their very best.

you watched as one of the team members shot the ball, going directly to the goalie. the goalie being nolan, you knew it would go in.

but in the last second, a boy you recognize instantly—even without his jersey number—comes in with a backflip to catch the ball.

coach is happy, screaming, “now that’s how you play lacrosse, mccall! who is that kid?” as if they weren’t wearing numbers. you stayed silent, watching liam run through the other players.

“no, coach, that’s liam!” scott explains, and you tune out the rest of their conversation.

once liam is successfully on the other side of the field, making the goal, he turns to you. some of the other kids praise him, some sigh because they were on the losing team, but he ignores them.

he waves to you instead.

“he’s really cool, huh? can do backflips?” scott teased you, also knowing liam would hear. you smacked his chest, hiding your smile.

“shut up.” you murmured.

scott chuckled, “hey, stiles told me i had to step it up while he’s gone.” you shook your head with a laugh, thinking about all of the times stiles would tease you about liam.

specifically every time he did something small for you, or tried to impress you.

like the time liam made you an impromptu flower bouquet while you guys were supposed to be searching the woods.

you were honestly looking, and liam was most of the time, but he saw multiple bushes of flowers and decided it would be a good idea to collect them. each time you guys passed flowers he pulled a few and added to a bundle behind him.

he was surprised you never noticed.

or at the very least, you didn’t mention it.

(you were completely oblivious).

when he gave it to you on the way back to stiles’ jeep, you smiled and gave him a hug that made him glad you didn’t have super hearing. his heart rate sky-rocketed.

“what is that?” stiles asked the moment you got out of the jeep at home, gaining scott’s attention as well. liam ran inside the second the jeep was parked, claiming he needed to use the bathroom.

you rolled your eyes, “flowers, obviously. liam picked them for me.”

stiles sputtered dramatically, “liam dunbar picked flowers for you? that’s cute.”

scott laughed it off after pulling a face at you, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. his silent way of teasing you just the same.

you shook your head. “stiles, stop. he was just being nice.”

“you like how nice he is, y/n?” he teased.

ignoring them, you walked past them and into the house. liam was in your living room, talking to the rest of the pack. distracted.

he looked up at the door opening and waved to you with a boyish, shy smile.

you smiled back and went upstairs to take care of the flowers. he never asked, but he later found out you tied the ends together and hung it up on your windowsill to keep them.

liam jogged over to you from across the field, stopping just short of in your face. “hey.” he smiled, saying nothing else.

you knew he liked you, and he knew you knew, but he didn’t know if you felt the same. he had confidence—always did—but it got even better after becoming a werewolf.

confidence in all but you.

he was never sure with you. how you felt, how he felt, what he should or shouldn’t do, what stiles would do if he acted on his feelings. nothing.

but he still continued to chase after you in a puppy-like way. maybe that was the werewolf in him, or maybe it was just liam.

either way, you adored it.

and you got equally as nervous around him, even if he couldn’t tell. you squeaked a small, “hi.”

scott watched the whole thing go down, ready to text stiles about it later.

another time, earlier that year, the pack was hanging out, trying to figure out issues with the dread doctors.

malia had just seen them when he was with tracy, and she was trying to explain what they looked like. she described as you drew as best as you could, letting her correct and tweak as you went.

while everyone was focused on that, liam was doodling on his own piece of paper.

nobody noticed, and he was thankful for that. he was making a small, messy drawing of you in that moment. your hair falling in your face, the drawing of the dread doctors, your fingers adorned with rings. all of the details he noticed.

he didn’t miss a single freckle.

“that’s not a dread doctor.” stiles stated flatly, looking over liam’s shoulder. liam flinched, crumbling the paper to hide it.

“what are you talking about?”

everybody could see through it. they could all guess what he was drawing.

and a few days later, when liam walked past you room, his eye caught on the drawing. flattened out and stuck to your corkboard.

he didn’t know that stiles teased you and made jokes for hours when he saw, but he saw that he made an impact in some way. and a bonus was you clearly didn’t think it was creepy, or it wouldn’t be displayed.

[crybabystilinski]

liam dunbar with a girl that knows how to make him not feel crazy for getting angry. who makes him feel seen.

liam dunbar with a girl that understands him, and can relate to getting angry at everything. who doesn’t make him feel like “too much”, because she’s always been too much.

liam dunbar with a girl that also gets angry but instead of “exploding” like he does, she just cries and pushes people away. a girl who eventually accepts liam, because he gets it.

liam dunbar with a girl who is always on his side. always.

[crybabystilinski]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD. Once you're given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing happens, but it's sweet to know so. I think you're beautiful inside and out, never forget to love yourself! ❤️

this is so sweet omg

[crybabystilinski]

i love laying in the sun until i get sunburnt like no

[sweetlullabyebye]

Liam Dunbar coolest character fr

[crybabystilinski]

rewatching early seasons of teen wolf and i’m realizing i haven’t been writing buzzcut stiles with enough attitude or silliness