hey guys! thank you so much for all the love on my last fic, really appreciate it 💗 would anyone be interested in an isaac lahey x reader series? it will most definitely be based on the album willoughby tucker, i’ll always love you by ethel cain. best album of all time. even if you don’t read it, you should listen to this album. life changing
summary: you and stiles spend a rare day off at the pool
word count: 1.6k
first fic guys! yes please i’ll take any advice/constructive criticism!!!!
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“It’s not funny!” You whined indignantly as you tried to shove Stiles off of you. “You’re too hot, get off of me.”
“What?” You paused your fighting to glance down at yourself. Yup. Definitely burnt. Scalded, really. Even worse, Stiles had grabbed the water gun out of your hands while you were distracted.
An honestly embarrassing squeal escaped you as a burst of freezing water hit you right in the chest. It soothed the sunburn you hadn’t even been aware of, which was the only upside to your coverup now being drenched.
“Stiles!” You yelled after him as he bolted, cackling as he nearly bulldozed Scott, just out of the pool and already confused. Stiles had the grace to look terrified for his life as you chased him. You tried to fling your coverup at him, but it was so damp all it did was flop to the ground and make him laugh harder.
The fear came back to his eyes quickly once he realised where you had cornered him. Right by the edge of the pool. You stood in front of him, in your bikini, with a wicked grin as you brandished your retrieved coverup like a whip.
“Heyyy baby,” He dragged it out, hands in the air as he backed up as far as he could. “You know I didn’t mean it, c’mon. Truce?” You were half tempted by his shirtless state to abandon the feud and sneak off to make out in the basement. At least it was cool in the basement. But no. Your honour was at stake here.
And so, you lunged at him. It was a mystery who was screaming more high pitched when you plunged into Lydia’s pool, you or him. While he was disoriented after getting submerged, you tried to grab his foot and drag him further down with you. You could see the air bubbles as he screamed again, and kicked at you like he was being drowned.
Eventually, you both emerged, the feud forgotten as you both panted and stared at each other. His gaze drifted to your shoulder, and you jolted, moving to fix your bikini strap.
“Sorry, almost flashed you.”
“I wouldn’t mind at all, don’t worry. In fact, I’d probably enjoy it. Screw that, I’d be ecstatic.”
“I feel like our entire friend group might mind.”
“Sucks for them,” He shrugged, glancing over to the others, and drifted over to you, a mischievous look in his eyes despite his lace of coordination underwater. Swimming was never his strong suit. “We should do the underwater kiss.”
“What underwater kiss?” Your eyebrows furrow and you push your hair out of your face, arms crossing over your chest.
“You know, from that movie.” He’s drifting closer to you now.
“I don’t know, actually. What movie?”
“I don’t know either. One of the old ones, I think,” He’s so close now, close enough that you can see the droplets of water clinging to his eyelashes. “Gone With The Wind, maybe.”
“I don’t think there was even a body of water in that movie, Stiles.” Your voice is stern, but you still instinctively seem to lean closer to him. “I feel like you’re just trying to kiss me.”
“Wow, I wonder why,” He scoffs, finally settling his hand on your waist. Here comes the sarcasm. “You know, it’s not like I’ve had to stare at you in a bikini all day…”
“No one was making you look, Stiles. And I’ve controlled myself perfectly fine around you.”
He doesn’t even need to give you puppy dog eyes anymore. All he needs is to kiss your cheek, then your forehead, and you’re caving.
“How do we even— Stiles!” Your yell is cut off when he drags you under. You’ve never liked having your eyes open in water, so his hands find the sides of your face. They drag you closer, so that your lips can meet, just in a peck for now. It’s soft and sweet, and he tastes like ice cream and the sunscreen he’s been pestering you about all day. Your own arms end up on his shoulders, and your legs around his waist.
It feels like an eternity, but eventually, you resurface, still clinging to him. “Hi,” He mumbles, dropping his face into your neck. You can feel his smile against your skin.
“Hey,” You mumble, dragging your fingers through his wet hair. “You doing okay?” You knew he’d be having a rough time recently, but you were hoping a day off from any supernatural drama would help.
“Yeah,” He murmurs back, looking up at you from where his chins on your shoulder. “I’m really good, shockingly. This is good, you’re good. Really good.”
You stay like that for a minute. The sound of splashing and the rest of your friends clowning around seems to fade as you stare at him. But of course, Stiles can never stay still for long. You yelp again, tugging at his hair as he dunks you under the water. It’s only for half a second, but you spent much longer than that trying to cough up water.
“C’mon,” He says, walking out of the pool, your legs still around his waist. “You seriously need more sunscreen.”
You’re feeling giddy at the moment, so you can’t bring yourself to care. You just put your hands on either side of his face, pressing kisses anywhere you can reach.
——
That night, you’re staying at Stiles’ house. It’s not often your schedules line up, or there’s no new monsters attacking, so it’s a rare luxury. His dad had given him a lecture on ‘no funny business’ and ruffled your hair before leaving for his night shift.
Turns out, he had nothing to worry about. Stiles was lying flat on the bed, a hand over his eyes as you attempted to take your shirt off. A formality, really. Sometimes you think he’s seen under your shirt more often than not. Nevertheless, your only audience is the cast of Star Wars on a poster as you wince every time your sunburn even grazes the fabric.
“Stiles?” He bolts up already. He knows that tone, the one where you’re too embarrassed to directly ask him to help you, even though you know he’s going to anyone.
“Before I help, I would like to add that I told you so,” He starts, grabbing one of his own shirts for you to change into. “I explicitly warned you multiple times that you were gonna get burned. If you get skin cancer and die, I’m gonna be gloating at your funeral, just so you know.”
“I’m well aware,” You snark. Your only comfort is that at least you’re not trying to put a bra on your bright red shoulders yet. “Shut up and help me, you dick.”
“Arms up!” He says, a little too cheerful for the situation. Despite the heat radiating off your skin, you can’t help but shiver when his arms graze up your sides. He smirks at the look on your face, but turns away, passing his shirt behind his back.
“I kinda…. I need your help again.” You admit, rather sheepishly. You feel like an idiot, standing half naked in his room, needing help to get your own (his) shirt on. This time, he’s kind enough to not joke. His expression is nothing but soft and adoring as he tries to slide his shirt over your shoulders.
“Sorry,” He mumbles, wincing at the same time as you whenever he grazes the red patches.
Eventually, you’re both settled into bed. You’re cuddled up to his side, looking into the laptop on his legs. Star Wars, again. His arm is resting on your waist instead of around your shoulders, which have an ice pack taped to them. Stiles’ idea, and it was so sore you figured you could let it slide.
“That can’t be comfy,” He muttered, running his fingers up and down your inner arm.
“You’re comfy. I’ll let it slide.”
“Oh wow, thanks. You really know how to make a guy feel special,” He leans down, kissing your forehead. “Go to sleep, moron. It’s only gonna be bad at night.”
You know he’s right. Nights are bad for you too, always. You’re always either getting interrupted by nightmares, parents, or werewolves. But mornings, waking up next to each other, that’s the best part.
Stiles always forgets to close his curtains, likes to be woken up by the sun. He always complains when you try to kiss him with morning breath, but you don’t really care. Your feet always end up kicking him, and one too many times one of you has been pushed off of his small bed in the middle of the night.
“Night,” You mumble into his side, ignoring the fact that the ice pack is just warm water in plastic now. “Do you have aloe vera for the morning?”
He’s half asleep too, but you still feel his nod against you, his head tilted towards yours, even when he’s practically unconscious. You grin a little to yourself, finally closing your eyes as you intertwine your fingers.
Hey, since you asked for advice in starting to write fanfic, here is my faborite little trick:
Write the next chapter/scene for a fic you love. If you only read finish stuff, you can write a sequel, but I think that continuing works that stop being updated in 2014 has a special flavor.
Please, for the love of God, gove credits. I usually ask the original writer permission before posting (most people are chill with it), but if you get yourself far away enough of the original story, you can just post it with the credits for the inspiration. But yeah, write the next chapter for something that you love.
Also: did you ever read a summary for a story, start reading it and realized you don't really like the way it's written so you need to clock out? Write your own story based of that summary, your expectations for it, what you wish it was written there. DO NOT TELL THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR THAT YOU DIDN'T LIKE THEIR FIC THO!!!! NEVER!!!!!!!!! If you post it, just credit it like "I read this fic from so and so and thought the original concept was neat so here is my own spin on it".
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