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god i know i’ve said this before but stiles is soooooo touchy. it doesn’t even matter if you’re dating or best friends i just think stiles has no sense of personal boundaries.
and what i mean by that is, he’s always as near to you as he possibly can be. it’s sitting on the bus sharing a seat, his shoulder bumping yours with every move he makes and his legs never seem to stop knocking into yours.
if you’re in the same classroom, his desk is right next to yours and his feet will somehow migrate over to your desk to nudge your own or tap a random rhythm on your leg that he knows you can’t ignore.
you’re in the hallway and he stands just a little too much in your personal bubble, so close that you’re practically melded into him. his fingertips dance on your arms, your shoulders, your head, anywhere they can find purchase because his favorite thing to do is touch you.
he holds your hand while he drives his jeep, not the slightest bit concerned on whether he needs two hands to drive.
laying in bed, his legs are tangled in yours and his arms have you practically in a cage, his face buried in the side of your neck. or he’s got his fingers in your hair, almost mechanical in his ministrations through the strands like they’re the softest thing he’s ever felt.
in the cafeteria, he’s even got his pinkie linked with yours so that the both of you can eat but he can still get the feeling of you that he craves so much. sometimes you sit so close to him that you’re practically on his lap and everyone thinks it’s disgustingly cute but honestly? you don’t really think about anything else when he touches you.
summary: you never expected to love someone in secret. you also never expected for that someone to be lydia martin— or for her to be so cruel about it.
a/n: this is literally just me rambling about a secret relationship with lydia and indulging myself in angst because i love semi toxic yuri ( don’t blame me blame casual by chappell roan )
warnings: idk lydia’s kinda mean in this and has internalized homophobia
in a lot of ways, it was inevitable. it was a thread of fate that was woven so tightly between the two of you that it couldn’t possibly have ever twisted in another’s path. to her, it was casual. like your trysts were a piece of clothing she could shed in favor of something designer, a more enticing outfit that made her look better. you were the lazy day pajamas at home that she would put on whenever she was bored, never daring to wear whatever was between the two of you in public. no, that wasn’t for her.
and at first you didn’t mind being her secret. it was nice, having the quiet moments and the softer side of lydia all to yourself. the stolen kisses and the sweet embraces that you told yourself were all the more special because they belonged to just you. it wasn’t until she waved you off at school that you fully understood. she wanted to be known, but she didn’t want to know you. yet somehow you couldn’t deny her whenever she called. she was magnetic in all the ways that mattered and you were never too far away for that polarity to draw you back in again.
she swore to you it was fine when you questioned her, that it was better this way for all of you. “it’s alright,” she’d promised. “jackson isn’t particularly into me, let alone girls.” the way she’d said it with such finality surprised you. was this some prior agreed upon arrangement that they had between the two of them? that they could kiss whoever they wanted as long as they appeared together in public? or did jackson not know about lydia’s extracurricular activities? it was so, so confusing. but the moment lydia’s lips found yours, you stopped caring.
it didn’t matter that your favorite bra ended up in her dresser or that her favorite lip gloss sat on your nightstand. it didn’t matter that she’d been in your sheets the night before or that your hands fit together like puzzle pieces or that you couldn’t seem to breathe when she wasn’t around. none of it mattered because she seemed fine without you. she’d ignore your texts for days, send your calls to voicemail, and generally forget you existed until she got bored again. once, someone asked her your name and she shrugged like it was the most unimportant thing in the world. and it made your chest ache, starving for the attention you knew you’d only get if you didn’t ask for it. and every time she seemed to remember what it was she actually wanted, you were always there.
your friends could tell that you were pathetically in love. they could also tell that whoever it was you were seeing didn’t actually care all that much about you. they’d hear your tearful sobs and try to tell you that maybe this wasn’t good for you, but all you could do was try to convince them that she was just misunderstood, that she needed time to come around. you swore to them that she’d love you if she knew how. you said it so much that you weren’t sure of who you were actually convincing.
lydia knew she took you for granted. but for her it was easier to pretend that whatever it was that she kept initiating would go away. that maybe she would wake up one day and not want to kiss you senseless every time she saw you. that the way you smiled at her wouldn’t melt her heart every time. that all the times she ignored you in the halls and the instant downturn of your mouth wouldn’t make her feel like she was the worst person on the planet. that she wouldn’t look forward to the way you’d almost instantly text her back and the little leap her heart would do when you did. because none of this was perfect. it was messy, and chaotic, and not at all planned in any of her various scenarios of how she imagined her life. it scared her. and lydia martin was never scared of anything. so instead, something meaningful became inconsequential until she could no longer feel that familiar freeze of fear.
eventually the cost would be too much. it was only a matter of time before one of you ended things. the only question was how badly would it hurt when it did?
a/n: uh hi i’m back again with another song inspired blurb please listen to the dj by knox while reading if you want the full vibes
the first time stiles had seen you, he’d known his science teacher had been full of shit when they’d said black holes held the strongest gravitational pull in the universe. there was nothing in the known world that could have been as captivating as you. and he was determined to rotate in your orbit like you were his own personal sun.
of course, lydia martin noticed it too. the way you walked through the halls and smiled at everyone, spreading compliments so easily and beaming as if you knew them already. you were intoxicating and lydia wanted it. it happened so fast that stiles didn’t even have time to gather the courage to say hello before she’d ensnared you. in a matter of moments, you’d become her newest friend— instantly popular and utterly untouchable for a nerd like him.
but even though lydia had no indication that he existed, somehow he’d managed to capture your attention back. you talked to him in class and laughed at his jokes even if they were stupid ( which was often ). you even said you liked his buzzed hair, claiming it framed his face nicely. it’s how you became casual friends, the occasional text popping up about homework questions and what the other had missed if they’d been absent. which, for stiles, seemed to be happening more frequently as of late. you chalked it up to his mischievous nature and shrugged it off, preferring not to look too deeply.
the odd behaviors seemed to culminate into his arrival at a party, being towed around by that other boy he was always with. mccall something, which you only knew since he was on the lacrosse team with lydia’s boyfriend jackson, and stiles. you were having a grand time, drinking your jack and coke and chatting with the dj who frequented a lot of your friends’ parties.
and stiles noticed. he always noticed you, whether it was the mundane habits you didn’t even notice yourself or the obvious ones that made you so endearing to others. and when you noticed him, you’d bounced over across the sea of people on slightly wobbly legs and offered a tipsy hello followed by a toothy grin that was so unlike your usual smile. he knew he was fucked when you’d asked him to dance. because in that moment, he knew he would do whatever you asked of him and he knew that you’d realized it, too.
“she’s going to ruin your life,” scott said, just low enough for your tipsy ears to miss. stiles didn’t respond.
that’s how he became your party escort. he’d watch as you hugged bouncers and accepted free drinks. he’d stay out too late at parties he didn’t want to be at, just to be able to make sure you got home safe. and he would notice djs playing your favorite song when they caught sight of you, realizing that it wasn’t the only thing getting played. and whenever anyone asked, you’d smile and reply, “he’s with me”. but he wasn’t yours. you’d be dancing on the table and he’d be on the floor, ready to catch you if you fell.
he knew that none of what he did obligated you to be with him. he would never think that you owed him a single thing for simply being there for you. and you knew that too, which was what made it so easy.
scott had been right when he’d said you were going to ruin his life.
a/n: hello everyone sorry for dropping off the face of the earth but please accept this plot and small excerpt from my new fic as an apology
branded as a pyromaniac by law enforcement, a troubled teenager is assigned to the watchful eye of her neighboring town’s sheriff while they locate her next of kin. odd doesn’t even begin to cover the strange nightmares she has or the distinct lack of memories when asked about her past. it also doesn’t explain why she keeps waking up in the woods next to a strange house, the taste of ashes and sorrow lingering on her tongue. and it definitely doesn’t help that the sheriff’s own son, who is equal parts annoying and attractive, insists on following her around. she can only hope beacon hills doesn’t get any weirder.
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“wait, so you’re saying you have to have a criminal in your house?!” scott’s look of bewilderment is only overshadowed by the devilish grin on his best friend’s face.
“well, no. technically, she’s a juvenile delinquent. and my dad’s only watching her until they can find a family member who will take her. but come on, she has to be hot! all teenage girls who break the law are sexy!” his hands are moving with as much enthusiasm as he can muster, his eyes alight with a dangerously excited gleam as his best friend sighs.
“this is a really bad idea.”
“or a really good one and we just don’t know it yet.”
star’s hiatus might be over???? i had a brilliant writing idea earlier i just have to figure out the specifics and i might be BACK BABY. we’ll see i make no promises lmao 🫣
i know i’ve been inactive ( please forgive me i’ve been having health issues ) but i have to show y’all the blanket my best friend got me for my birthday ( i’m 21 now btw )
Pairing — Stiles Stilinski x Gender Neutral reader
Summary — Stiles in the golden retriever, the guy who's always there for you, the one who'd do anything and everything for you. But no one's perfect, and you don't expect him to be, it just takes you some time to see Stiles' truth.
Memo— Sorry not sorry that I'm throwing this brick at you
Word Count — 967
Masterlist | Stiles' Adventures
You always thought Stiles was the good one. Not in the perfect way, not in the "straight-A student, never-does-anything-wrong" way, but in the genuine, loyal, heart-of-gold way. The guy who’d trip over himself to help a stranger, who’d give you the last piece of pizza without a second thought, who’d stay up all night researching monsters so no one else had to. And for a long time, you saw him like that—this jittery, awkward, deeply lovable hurricane of a person, always doing, always caring, always there.
And he is all that. With you? He’s golden. With Scott? He’s fiercely, stubbornly, stupidly devoted. With his dad? He’s still that kid trying to hold the world together with duct tape and caffeine so it doesn’t crush the only parent he has left.
He remembers things about you—tiny things you didn’t even think you remembered telling him. You’ll mention you had a rough day once, and three weeks later he’s showing up with your favourite snack and a dumb movie queued up because “I figured the vibes were off, and I hate when the vibes are off.” He’ll drive to your house just to sit in silence when you don’t feel like talking. He buys your favourite pens when you lose them, makes playlists for your moods, sets reminders to check in on things that matter to you. It’s not just that he’s nice—it’s that he’s invested.
With Scott, it’s a kind of brotherhood that’s almost religious. He’ll talk shit, yeah, but the second anyone else does? He’s up. Instantly. Doesn’t matter if it’s someone stronger, bigger, more dangerous—Stiles has already calculated the fallout and decided it’s worth it. He’ll complain the whole time, but he’ll never back down if Scott needs him. Even when Scott doesn’t say it out loud. Especially then.
With his dad, it’s this complicated mix of reverence and protectiveness. He pushes boundaries, sure, but there’s always a line he won’t cross. He teases and rolls his eyes, but you’ve seen the way he watches the sheriff’s face when he walks into a room, always scanning for stress, exhaustion, signs of something off. He cooks dinner when his dad works late. He cleans the house on autopilot without being asked. He never says it, but he carries that family like it’s his personal mission to keep it afloat.
But the thing is… once you’re close enough to really know him—past the surface, past the quick wit and loyalty—you start to see the edges. The parts no one really talks about.
Stiles is not actually nice. Not to most people. He’s polite when he needs to be, friendly when it serves a purpose, but if you’re not in his circle? If you’re not one of his people? He doesn't care. At all.
He doesn’t make small talk. He doesn’t go out of his way to help unless someone he loves is involved. You’ve seen him ignore people mid-sentence because they were boring him. He gets impatient fast, and once he decides someone’s not worth his energy, he doesn’t even try to hide it.
He’s not mean in the obvious, stereotypical way. It’s subtle. Calculated. He knows how to cut people down without raising his voice. He uses sarcasm like a scalpel, and if someone’s unlucky enough to get on his bad side, he doesn’t yell—he eviscerates.
One time, a classmate made a shitty comment about Scott’s mom. Stiles didn’t lash out. Didn’t even react at first. Just filed it away. And two days later, he dropped a series of comments in a group setting so casually devastating that the kid left school early and didn’t show up the next day. Stiles didn’t even blink. “Shouldn’t talk shit if you’re made of glass,” he muttered, like it was nothing.
And when people call him out? He doesn’t argue. Doesn’t apologize. Just shrugs and moves on. It’s like he doesn’t feel the need to justify being cold to people who aren’t inside his carefully constructed world.
And maybe you should care about that. Maybe you should find it concerning. But you don’t.
Because you’ve never been on the receiving end of it. Never once.
When you’re sad, he’s gentle. When you’re angry, he lets you rage. When you’re happy, he celebrates you, like your joy is a personal victory. He touches you in these thoughtless, casual ways that are so full of care—fingers brushing yours when he passes you something, knees bumping under the table, an arm slung lazily across your shoulders like he’s grounding himself by just being near you.
You’ve seen him lose sleep over you being sick. Seen him unravel when you cried. Seen him light up when you walked into a room like the world had just snapped back into colour.
He tells you things he doesn’t tell anyone else. Fears. Regrets. Doubts. There’s a soft version of Stiles that lives only in your presence, one who trusts you enough to be quiet, who lets himself need.
And you think—that’s the real difference. Stiles doesn’t trust easy. He’s not generous with his softness. The world has taken too much from him too many times, and now? He doesn’t give pieces of himself to people who won’t hold them carefully.
But for the ones he loves—for you, for Scott, for his dad—he gives everything.
So yeah. He’s kind of a mean guy. Kind of petty. Sharp-tongued. Impatient. Defensive.
But he’s also the guy who would crawl through hell if it meant dragging you out of it. Who shows up even when he’s exhausted. Who notices everything, remembers everything, loves with the kind of intensity that’s messy and complicated and real.
and when i say that anakin skywalker could’ve been good and stayed good, i mean that with my full chest. the jedi council was careless and viewed him as a prophecy, not a person. their own arrogance is what drove him away and i stand by that. they didn’t care enough to monitor what was happening around him. the jedi had it coming i’m ngl y’all.
a/n: april is autism awareness month and i wanted to do smth with our favorite boy! 🫶🏻 reader has lower support needs ( as this is based off of my experience as an autistic person with lower support needs ). not everything will be applicable to all readers.
he’s not unfamiliar with autism, exactly. he knows a lot of his adhd traits intersect with autism traits, but he’s never had a reason to explore it further.
until you.
when he learns that you’re autistic, he goes on one of his adhd deep dives ( sort of like when he went on the werewolf dive when scott was first bitten ).
he knows a LOT about diagnostic criteria ( and sometimes wonders if he himself fits it but that’s for another time ).
he also learns what your dislikes are— tastes, textures, sounds, etc. so he can do his best to keep them away from you. he also knows that are perfectly capable of doing those things yourself but he keeps track anyway because he loves you and he wants to help.
he’s never infantilized you before and he knows that you are your own person. god forbid anyone tries to take your autonomy or imply that because you’re autistic, you can’t do simple things or basic tasks.
but if you do end up needing a little help here and there, he doesn’t mind. he knows what it’s like to struggle with neurodivergence and he’s had a lot of practice with his own. maybe he messes up sometimes but he has good intentions.
he notices shifts in your behavior almost instantly. most of your friend group does but that’s due to supernatural senses; stiles just has an innate focus on you and learns to tell when something is different.
and he does his absolute best to soothe whatever is causing your distress. if some of your classmates are talking too loud or yelling across the cafeteria, he asks to take you outside away from it. or if you’re at a party and suddenly there’s too many people around, he’ll take you to somewhere more secluded. overstimulation is a feeling he knows well, so he sympathizes and does what he can to aid you.
he memorizes a lot of your coping mechanisms. whether it’s the way you tap your fingers together or how you brush the fabric of your skirt back in forth because it’s a texture you like or the rapid onset of blinks that seem to go like clockwork, he knows them all. sometimes he uses them too.
YAP SESSIONS. having an adhd boyfriend is a blessing when it comes to conversation.
he can talk for hours on any of his given topics and so can you. hyperfixations and special interests go hand in hand and god forbid if both of you have the same one at the same time. it happened once and you both ended up staying up all night without realizing it because you were too in depth with your conversation.
and just because he likes to talk, it doesn’t mean he won’t let you talk. sometimes when he needs his brain shut off, he’ll ask you to talk about one of your special interests. not because it bores him, but because he likes listening to the sound of your voice and because your passion for the subject makes it interesting to him. he likes knowing why you enjoy things so much and it helps him when he’s feeling overwhelmed.
he downloaded a text-to-speech app for you for times when you go non-verbal. lydia did too but he was the first because he wanted to make sure that everyone was still able to understand you. communication king.
stiles is REALLY bad at following schedules but if you need one, he makes sure he has it memorized and reminds you when it’s time for something. he can do it for others but when it comes to himself ? not so much.
you went to give him a hug once and his shirt was a fabric/texture you hated, so he threw it away. he wants you to be comfortable around him.
he keeps your safe foods stocked at his house and some in his backpack just in case. once, the cafeteria decided to experiment with the menu and it did not turn out well.
if someone asks “what kind of autism do you have?” he gets defensive. as someone who has dealt with adhd stereotypes and ignorant comments, he hates to see it happen to you.
a/n: april is autism awareness month and i wanted to do smth with our favorite boy! 🫶🏻 reader has lower support needs ( as this is based off of my experience as an autistic person with lower support needs ). not everything will be applicable to all readers.
he’s not unfamiliar with autism, exactly. he knows a lot of his adhd traits intersect with autism traits, but he’s never had a reason to explore it further.
until you.
when he learns that you’re autistic, he goes on one of his adhd deep dives ( sort of like when he went on the werewolf dive when scott was first bitten ).
he knows a LOT about diagnostic criteria ( and sometimes wonders if he himself fits it but that’s for another time ).
he also learns what your dislikes are— tastes, textures, sounds, etc. so he can do his best to keep them away from you. he also knows that are perfectly capable of doing those things yourself but he keeps track anyway because he loves you and he wants to help.
he’s never infantilized you before and he knows that you are your own person. god forbid anyone tries to take your autonomy or imply that because you’re autistic, you can’t do simple things or basic tasks.
but if you do end up needing a little help here and there, he doesn’t mind. he knows what it’s like to struggle with neurodivergence and he’s had a lot of practice with his own. maybe he messes up sometimes but he has good intentions.
he notices shifts in your behavior almost instantly. most of your friend group does but that’s due to supernatural senses; stiles just has an innate focus on you and learns to tell when something is different.
and he does his absolute best to soothe whatever is causing your distress. if some of your classmates are talking too loud or yelling across the cafeteria, he asks to take you outside away from it. or if you’re at a party and suddenly there’s too many people around, he’ll take you to somewhere more secluded. overstimulation is a feeling he knows well, so he sympathizes and does what he can to aid you.
he memorizes a lot of your coping mechanisms. whether it’s the way you tap your fingers together or how you brush the fabric of your skirt back in forth because it’s a texture you like or the rapid onset of blinks that seem to go like clockwork, he knows them all. sometimes he uses them too.
YAP SESSIONS. having an adhd boyfriend is a blessing when it comes to conversation.
he can talk for hours on any of his given topics and so can you. hyperfixations and special interests go hand in hand and god forbid if both of you have the same one at the same time. it happened once and you both ended up staying up all night without realizing it because you were too in depth with your conversation.
and just because he likes to talk, it doesn’t mean he won’t let you talk. sometimes when he needs his brain shut off, he’ll ask you to talk about one of your special interests. not because it bores him, but because he likes listening to the sound of your voice and because your passion for the subject makes it interesting to him. he likes knowing why you enjoy things so much and it helps him when he’s feeling overwhelmed.
he downloaded a text-to-speech app for you for times when you go non-verbal. lydia did too but he was the first because he wanted to make sure that everyone was still able to understand you. communication king.
stiles is REALLY bad at following schedules but if you need one, he makes sure he has it memorized and reminds you when it’s time for something. he can do it for others but when it comes to himself ? not so much.
you went to give him a hug once and his shirt was a fabric/texture you hated, so he threw it away. he wants you to be comfortable around him.
he keeps your safe foods stocked at his house and some in his backpack just in case. once, the cafeteria decided to experiment with the menu and it did not turn out well.
if someone asks “what kind of autism do you have?” he gets defensive. as someone who has dealt with adhd stereotypes and ignorant comments, he hates to see it happen to you.
So I recently dipped back into my teen wolf hyper fixation because I like how Dylan Obrien acts and stiles stalinski as a character, and I was on ao3 and I filtered out all the stuff I didn't want and
Why is stiles shipped with grown men so often?
I don't understand why it happens so often. Not even just him and Derek, but him and Peter, Chris argent, Gerard argent, the crazy alpha werewolf from the crazy alpha werewolf pack, various grown men from other works because it even happens to him in crossover pics.
What is it about this 17 year old boy that screams grown men desire me carnally
It's not even just for angst, like him being captured and something deeply unfortunate happens while some deranged grown man has him locked in his basement, but as just a normal part of the fic
And some people will try to justify it with and they didn't fuck until stiles was 18 like that isn't an excuse real life groomers use.
Anyway, I just wanted to ask cause I wasn't going to go into some random sterek fic and start asking why pedophile ships are somehow the most popular ones in the teen wolf Fandom!
so anyway if anyone wants to write a void!stiles smut fic based off of the beast by lady gaga ….. i just think that would be neat ok ( this post is me giving express permission for someone to use this idea just tag me when you finish it for .. academic research purposes )
having adhd and being a creator is like being on a timer. oh sorry you have this art idea? well you have approximately 12 hours to start it and 6 hours to finish the task or else you will lose interest and inevitably move on. oh you have an idea for a one-shot? well you’d better finish it in a day unless you want to banish it to your wips forever. ding dong bitch
