hii! I just saw your post saying you love buzzcut stiles can you please write for him!! he needs more attention🫶
ᝰ NOTE — yesyesyes he needs more attention he’s so silly also so sorry this took me forever😞 i’m trying to get through some requests!!
SUMMARY — it’s your mission to get stiles flustered and nervous everyday OR three times you made stiles way too flustered + the one time he made you flustered.
PAIRING — bsf!stiles x bsf!reader
ONE. COMPLIMENTS & HUGGING
the harsh sting of cold autumn air bit at your bare arms, but you were getting used to ignoring it.
this was the fifth lacrosse game of the season, and although you had a general idea of what was going on—you were really only there to support your friends. it didn’t hurt that your best friend was unknowingly super hot and sat on the bench talking to you most of the time.
and if he was playing? holy shit.
he was unknowingly hot. meaning—when he does play—he gets all sweaty, out of breath and panting, and he’s fully unaware of the affect he has on you. it still baffles you that ’nobody’ finds him attractive. you didn’t believe it.
you wanted to jump his bones daily.
him being nerdy about the things he likes? that’s hot. him twitching his fingers around when he’s thinking or when he’s nervous? put them inside.
the point was, he was hot. and he had no idea.
sure, the buzzcut itself wasn’t the best, and it definitely fucked with his confidence, but it wasn’t bad at all. he had a nice jaw and head shape.
but right now, that didn’t matter. all that mattered was stiles’ stick having the ball in it.
you stood up, cheering with the rest of the crowd. this was one of the last shots on a very close game, a deciding play.
“yeah! go stiles!” — things along that line.
you were sure he heard you, because when he did make it in, he looked right at you. he smiled, you could tell through his helmet, and then waved.
he fucking waved at you.
he felt like an idiot in that moment, up until you waved back with a proud smile. the moment weighed on him, hearing and feeling the praise of his team around him. of you.
he won the game. he helped win the game. he got the winning shot.
you hold back, even though it’s the last thing you want to do right now, and you let him have his moment. but that doesn’t mean you didn’t slowly trail down to the field and watch him with nothing short of admiration and lust.
so when stiles finally broke free from his teammates, he ran up to you. scott could smell the anxiety and need from both of you.
“did you see? i did it! i got the fucking winning shot! you saw, right? you saw?” he was rambling on about his win while you just nodded, staring into his wide honey eyes.
“i saw, you did so good. you were amazing.” as soon as the words came out of your mouth, he was quiet. not in the silent, upset way, but like he realized something.
you pulled yourself on him in a hug, your arms around his neck while his fell still. like if he moved, it was all over.
he smiled, cheeky and shy and all too cutely nervous for himself. “thanks.” he mumbled as he hesitantly wrapped an arm around you.
you nodded while pulling away slowly, giving him another once-over.
“oh, don’t mind how gross and sweaty i am.” he laughed nervously, cheeks slightly more red than usual—from both lacrosse and you.
he was nervous.
he didn’t want you to be grossed out by him, but he felt like he needed to apologize. even if it meant drawing more attention to what he didn’t want you to notice.
he wasn’t expecting you to pull him in for another hug. “i don’t care, stiles.”
stiles was beaming.
TWO. HOLDING HANDS & CHEEK KISSES
the sickly sweet smell of greasy curly fries and corndogs wafted into your nose the moment you pulled into the autumn-fair’s parking lot.
it took only minor begging from you and stiles to convince scott to come along.
aka, stiles begged him in private so that he didn’t make a total idiot of himself. if you and him went alone, he would think about dates with you, dating you, doing things that people do when they’re dating. ultimately he would get borderline embarrassing with how nervous he got.
“i’m so excited. stiles, what are we riding first?”
it was nothing. merely you addressing him specifically. but it made his head spin and his stomach twirl.
he hummed, feigning casualty. “the zipper or the spinny one.”
scott snorted. “which spinny one?”
“the gravity one?” you asked and stiles nodded, holding back on bickering with scott. “we should do the zipper first.”
once you got close enough to see all of the rides, after getting your wristbands, you held yourself back from running.
scott was still getting his wristband, and stiles looked the same as you. ready to make a run for it.
“go ahead, guys. it’s a two-person ride, and i need to find allison anyway.” scott said as you nodded, grabbing stiles hand and sprinting away.
stiles was caught off guard.
you were holding his hand. scott invited allison. this looks like a double date. he wants it to be a double date. do you want it to be a date?
you tugged on his hand, “stiles, c’mon.”
he smiled against himself and sped up.
he was expecting you to let go of his hand once he was going a speed you liked. but your hand never dropped. in fact, you readjusted to thread your fingers between his.
the classic romantic hand-hold.
on the ride you let go, of course, and stiles thought that was that. but once the two of you were off the ride, you laced your hand with his.
“don’t wanna get lost in the crowd.” you explained, but didn’t let go even after the crowd.
you approached scott and allison with a deep grin on your face that only got more shy as you watched them notice your hands.
allison’s eyes widened, and she silently asked “what’s going on?” with her face. you shook your head and smiled.
“what’s next?” scott asked, getting everyones attention. stiles started listing off rides, planning when to take a break and eat, when to go to the small shops, etc.
once all four of you decided on a plan, you went out and did it. a few rides held all of you, or you would go in duos. sometimes you and stiles, sometimes you and allison.
after the fair closed, after stiles dropped scott and allison off at the mccall house, it was your turn to be taken home.
stiles took off toward your house, actually going the speed limit and taking as many extra roads as he could. he wanted as much time as he could get with you.
you were sitting in silence, the only sound being your music coming from his beat-up speakers.
“thanks for taking us today, stiles. i had a great time.” you said as he pulled into your driveway, unbuckling your seatbelt.
he chuckled nervously, “yeah, no, of course. i had fun too.” he tapped against the steering wheel with his fingers, barely tilting his head toward you. he wouldn’t make eye contact.
it almost made you rethink your next move.
almost.
you leaned toward him as you opened the door, placing one unmistakable kiss on his cheek. “goodnight.” you whispered as you got out, not looking back to see his reaction.
stiles was frozen, mouth hanging open, jaw slack as he stared at the back of your retreating figure.
“oh.”
THREE. KISSING “PRACTICE”
the end of the school year. you were slightly disappointed that nothing had come of yours and stiles’ relationship, but it was reasonable. the plan was to tell him by the end of the year, but then of course werewolves got involved.
throughout all—werewolves, girlfriends, peter hale—you, stiles, and scott stayed a loyal trio.
but it had been a month since the last supernatural issue, coming up on the last day of the school year. you knew you would probably have to make the first move for anything to happen, but you wished stiles could take hints.
instead, you were laid on his bed with him. comfortably sunk in the corner, your legs draped over his lap. he had a hand rested on your knee, but it was anything but casual.
constant twitching.
light, almost ticklish, strokes every now and then, like he wanted to be physically with you but didn’t know how to.
your last conversation had ended a few minutes ago, now just watching a movie. your choice, since he had just made you watch all of star wars after finding out you hadn’t seen any.
so you sat in silence, taking small peeks at an oblivious stiles while he intensely watched the rom-com he swore he hated.
all normal. expected. comfortable.
until the movie shows the main couple making out, stiles readjusts. you notice, but ignore it. until he moves again, looking over to you.
“don’t you think that would be awkward? basically having sex in front of all those cameras?” he asked, motioning to the tv. you couldn’t help the laugh that slipped from you.
“they’re just kissing, stiles. and they get paid so much, they don’t need to care.”
he scoffs, “and grinding, and look—he just took her shirt off! what are you making me watch?”
you laugh, harder now. “making you? you’re watching them kiss so intensely i could go home and you wouldn’t notice until the movie was over.”
his mouth flies open, jaw dropped dramatically. “i would notice! and you put the movie on, i don’t personally like watching people have sex.”
“i don’t either! and you’re trying to tell me you don’t watch porn?” you giggled, seeing how red his face got.
“no! i don’t need to. i have my imagination.”
you fake gagged. “oh i did not need to know that.” he pouted while you had another thought. maybe one you shouldn’t ask, but do anyway. “how would you know what to imagine without porn? i know you haven’t had your first kiss, much less fucked.”
he looked like a fish out of water. his mouth opening and closing as he thought of what to say.
“and whose fault is that?” he retorted.
you scrunched your nose, trying to think of what else he could mean. “mine? do you want me to kiss you?” a wave of confidence rushed over you as you said that and leaned close with a playful pucker.
when he didn’t move away, just looked at your lips and back to your eyes with a shaky breath, you leaned into him with all seriousness.
playfulness gone, your breath on his face, he nodded just barely.
and you kissed him.
+ ONE. HICKIES
“y/n, what is that? is that a hickey?” issac asked, getting everyones attention. he then looked to stiles, “really, stiles?”
lydia giggled, and you didn’t say anything when stiles simply shrugged. but he caught the glare.
the ’we’ll talk about this later’ look.
the group burst in loud conversation. nothing bad, just lighthearted teasing and jokes.
“this is your fault, y’know.” you said, feigning annoyance through your smile. he just nodded with his typical shit-eating grin.
“i know. and it was so worth it.”
