Requests: “I have a idea that's kinda weird and feel free to say no if you don't wanna do it haha could you possibly do a teen wolf imagine where the reader and stiles are dating and they're just like hanging/cuddling and its like super fluffy and then the reader says something like "you know what, if you cheated on me with Lydia I'd probably be able to forgive you" and stiles would be all confused and the reader is just like "I mean she's like the perfect girl, even I'm a little in love with her"” (Credits to gif owners!)
It was just another normal night with Stiles, your boyfriend. Usually nights like these were just cuddling until you fell asleep in each other's arms, and had to wake up for school the next day. You watched Stiles dress into his sweatpants and an old shirt while you were wearing another set of his sweatpants and an old shirt. You normally stole his clothing when you were over. Which he told you many times he loved.
He was concentrated and moving about the room until his sweatpants were completely pulled up his legs and he lay next to you on his back. His arms were behind his head and his brows were furrowed. Now he was thinking. "What's going on in that head of yours?" You rested your head on his chest. Your fingertips lightly traced shapes into his chest.
"About how I'm going to get myself to sleep if you don't take the blankets on me." He rolled onto his side and stroked your cheek. You smiled but couldn't defend yourself because you always took the blankets for him and left him a shivering mess in the middle of the night. Then you thought about what was bothering you. Well not really bothering, more like you couldn't help but wonder. Wonder how your life would be if Stiles chose Lydia over you.
You knew not to feel threatened by the beautiful woman. She was one of your closest friends and she knew her boundaries with Stiles and she respected them. She was the most perfect girl you had ever hung out with though. Which surprised you, since Stiles had such a huge crush on her almost his whole life. And then he went and chose you instead. "You look like you're thinking really hard now too." Concern laced his voice.
"I'm fine." You said quietly and nestled your face into his chest, and grabbing his shirt in your fist. You closed your eyes and instantly felt at home and relaxed. Stiles wrapped an arm around you and pulled the large blanket up and over your shoulders. It felt good to fall asleep with him, warm, sharing and in love at the same time. "You know what..." You spoke and Stiles hummed at you. "If you cheated on me with Lydia I'd probably be able to forgive you."
"Y/N I wouldn't..." He started to defend himself but you were quick to cut him off.
"I mean...she's like the perfect girl. Even I'm a little in love with her." You sighed and didn't even wait for his reaction.
"Uh...I uh...okay. Goodnight Y/N." He said quietly and stroked the back of your hair until you both fell asleep together.
Requests: “hey! could you make a stiles fluff?? you randomly come to his house in the middle of the night bc you couldn't sleep and needed him”
"Y/N?" Stiles scratched the back of his head. "What are you doing here? Its like eleven thirty isn't it?" He squinted his eyes to adjust to the street lights outside on the street. You pushed your way into his house and he closed the door. "Is something wrong?"
You shook your head and held your hoodie closer to your body. "I couldn't sleep." Stiles rolled his eyes. "Look I know it sounds bad. But it just wasn't happening. I can't get to sleep." Stiles nodded and crossed his arms over his chest. "And you always know how to get me to sleep." You blushed and swayed back and forth on your heels.
"Okay fine, come on." He grabbed your hand and you followed him into his room. "Well you have to get rid of...the snowflake pajamas." Stiles teased and opened his drawers to his dresser and handed you sweatpants and an old shirt of his. You started stripping and Stiles had his back turned while you did your business and you cleared your throat, signalling that he could turn around. "Why did you take your socks off?" He pointed to your bare feet and you looked down too.
You hummed and pulled your bottom lip between your teeth before replying. "You have those nice wool socks that keep me warm." Stiles sighed and nodded, opening his drawers again and digging until he found the brown socks you use every time you have trouble sleeping. "Thanks." You sat on his bed and slipped them on. Stiles pulled his blankets back and motioned for you to choose your spot. You crawled in and waited for him, latching yourself to his body when he slipped in and wrapped the blankets around you.
Stiles smiled crookedly and stroked your face. "Was Mr. Cuddles not keeping you company enough?" He referred to the stuffed penguin you slept with since you were three.
"That's not his name, his name is Frosty." You corrected him and nudged your nose into his neck. You clung to Stiles as if your life depended on him. Stiles rested his cheek against the side of your head and you could already feel your eyes getting heavy with sleep. "Thank you, Stiles." You sighed and tangled your legs in with his.
"You're welcome, Y/N." He laughed and stroked your arm, and then your back how he always did when he helped your sleep. Stiles hummed and the room fell into silence as you concentrated on slowing your breathing and relaxing your mind until you were swallowed whole into a world of welcomed sleep.
