Warnings: It’s really stupid. Suggestive at the end
Request: It was for @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone ‘s writing challenge.
A/N: It’s really stupid and really funny so I hope you really like it!!
GIMME SOME FEEDBACKKKK. I Always need it, lol.
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Writing prompt is “Why are you wearing my pants?”
I was finally at home after a long day at school and then studying for a project in the library. I was tired and ready for a nap, but the moment I stepped inside, I heard the sound of a thump upstairs.
I looked up confused before I quietly reached over and grabbed the baseball bat I kept beside the door. I slid my backpack off my shoulder and dropped it silently. I made sure I had a good grip on the bat before I began to ascend the stairs. I walked silently, making sure not to step on any creaky steps, a skill I had mastered from many midnight snack adventures.
I had finally made it upstairs when I heard somebody grunt. I looked for the sound only to find out it was coming from my room. I walked cautiously, holding my breath, clutching the bat tighty,
I opened the door slowly before I swung it open, letting out a war cry as I swung it in front of me, ready to hit whoever was there, only to be met with a girly scream. I screamed back and turned only to see Stiles standing in the middle of my room with a pair of my pants halfway pulled up his legs.
I stopped and dropped the bat confused, before I began laughing, a loud, shaking laugh. “What are you doing,” I giggled out, trying to pull out my phone. I got it out of the front pocket of the pair of sweatpants I was wearing and quickly snapped a picture of Stiles looking mortified.
“I can- I can totally explain!” He yelled, fumbling slightly as he tried to push the pants down his legs. He now only stood in a loose t-shirt and boxers. His hair was messy, and he was breathing heavily, his cheeks red from embarrassment.
“Why are you wearing my pants,” I questioned, trying not to start laughing again.
Stiles fumbled for words before responding, “why are you wearing mine?”
I began laughing again and rolled my eyes. “Because you left them and I needed sweatpants. These were comfortable. What’s your excuse?”
“Well- y’know- Scott and I, we were playing uh truth or dare, and the dare was to put on some of your pants, so I was, and yea,” he rambled out, rubbing the back of his neck.
I laughed again and walked forward, wrapping my arms around his waist. He automatically wrapped his around me.
“Gosh,” I giggled, placing my head on his shoulder, “I so do not believe that, but I don’t even care. I love you so much.”
Stiles began to laugh along with me and nodded his head. “I love you too,” he smiled, kissing my temple.
I nodded before pulling back slightly. “Now, if you’re staying here, I’d say to keep your pants off, but we can do whatever,” I winked before laughing quickly and jumping on the bed, laid out on my back as I watched Stiles fumble for a second before his eyes widened and he crawled onto the bed on top of me.
A/N: I need a proofreader. Anyone wanna be my proofreader?
Also, this came out NOTHING like I meant it to. I apologize. My head is everywhere and school starts in two weeks AND IM NOT READY !!
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I shut my door with a loud sigh and pulled my backpack higher up my shoulder. I turned around before jumping back, almost colliding with Stiles. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry,” I spoke, doing a once-over of him to make sure he was okay. I looked up to him to see his cheeks flushed and a goofy smile on his lips.
“It’s okay. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out at my place.” He said, pushing his hands up and down his backpack straps.
I smile and nod. “Sure,” I spoke, sticking my arms out. He hooks his arm with mine. I let out a loud laugh and we begin to make the short walk out of the building. Stiles began talking about how we need to watch Star Wars again while I just smile and watch him. Sometimes, he is such a loser, but he’s a cute loser. We approach the pack, still linked in arms.
Scott immediately looks up, hearing Stiles’ yelling from across the parking lot. “How’s the lovely couple,” he questioned, smiling broadly.
I stared at him for a second, giggling uncomfortably. “We’re not together. You know that Scott.” I spoke, shifting on my feet. I could only dream we were together. I’ve liked him since second grade, but ever since he told me he loved Lydia, I’ve never tried anything. I didn’t want to ruin the friendship I held so close to my heart, so I suffered in silence. I looked over to see Stiles with his head down. He unwrapped our arms and smiled a fake smile at me.
“Yeah right,” he said, nudging my shoulder. “Only because you two both won’t make a move.”
“Scott,” I whisper-yelled as Stiles walked away and towards Lydia and Malia. “What are you doing?”
He sighed and rolled his eyes, a smile still plastered on his face. “Because you both like each other, and it’s obvious you’re both meant for each other.”
“He does not like me,” I yelled to Scott. He rolled his eyes once more before placing his hands on my shoulders.
“You haven’t even talked to him about it,” he reasoned, his voice soft.
“He loves Lydia, not me,” I whined. I let out a huff before walking away from him and towards Stiles’ jeep. I hopped into the blue vehicle and laid my head back. From the corner of my eye, I saw Scott pat Stiles on the back, sending him an encouraging look. Stiles smiled back and walked over to the jeep, making sure I was in before jumping into the driver’s side. He smiled at me and started the jeep, driving off to his house.
The drive was silent and the air was thick. Stiles was thinking hard about something while I was fuming. Scott knew how I felt, so why would he try to help. He doesn’t like me. We arrived rather quick.
I stepped out from the jeep, slamming the door shut, and stood outside the front door, waiting for Stiles to unlock it. He approached me slowly, still thinking, but stopped directly in front of me. I looked up at him questioningly. “Are you going to unlock the door,” I asked.
He took a deep breath before staring at me, his brown eyes showing uncertainty. “I really don’t want to screw what we have up. I couldn’t ask for someone better- besides Scott of course, but he’s different.- So, I’m just going to say it, and if you say no, then completely ignore this, and we’ll continue this or you can leave or-“
“Stiles,” I interrupted him. “Just say it.”
“Do you maybe want to go on a date with me sometime and maybe become my girlfriend,” he half-yelled quickly, closing his eyes as if afraid of my reaction.
I stared at him wide-eyed, mouth open, for a second before smiling wide. “Yes!” I yelled.
He opened his eyes in disbelief. “Yes,” he questioned, slowly becoming more and more excited. I nodded enthusiastically. He smiled happily and pulled me into a hug. “You’re not going to regret this. How about I’ll get you later tonight and take you somewhere nice.”
I smiled and nodded. He let go of me and stepped back. “Okay! I mean, okay, yeah, cool.” He said, trying to contain his excitement. I laughed a little and stepped back. “I’ll see you later,” he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead before trying to open the door before he realized it was still locked. He ran into it, not realizing, before backing up and smiling sheepishly, face flushed. He fumbled with his keys for a moment, unlocked it, and rushed it, slamming the door unintentionally. I let out a quiet giggle as I hear him yell a ‘yes’ out of excitement.
I shook my head happily and stepped away from the door, walking a house over to mine. Tonight was going to be an experience, that’s for sure.
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Request: Anonymous said:
So I just started to go to a therapist without telling my parents and when I did they didnt take it well at all and it's been so shitty to be around them idk I wanted to ask you if u could do an imagine with Stiles being a supportive boyfriend telling me that I'll be ok and that he loves me, you can use any of the love prompts if you want, I just really need to feel like im not alone with this
A/N: I WILL GET THE OTHERS OUT. It was more like, I saw this like an hour ago and went I NEED TO WRITE THIS. SO here, here you go , love !! Hope you enjoy. Also, kinda trashed your parents, sorry. It’s a subject I feel VERY strongly about.
Extra: Songs for this- X X
I arrived at the Stilinski household and walked out of the car with shaky steps. I took my time to get to the door, trying to steady my breathing as I walked up, keeping tears at bay. I knocked loudly, knowing Stiles was probably researching something in his room. I rubbed my arms, trying to keep warm from the biting wind around me, but also providing myself some comfort.
It took a minute, but the familiar sarcastic boy opened the door with a confused look. “Uh, Hell- y/n?” He asked.
I looked up at him for a second before throwing myself at him, wrapping my arms around his torso and burying my face in his hoodie. Tears fell freely down my cheeks, falling onto the shirt, while I hiccupped. Stiles was quick to pull me inside and make sure I was okay. He pulled away and bent down slightly to my height. “Hey, hey, don’t cry. What happened,” he asked, cupping my face in his hands.
I just shook my head and lowered it slowly. I heard him let out a sigh and before I knew it, I was lifted into his arms bridal style. He adjusted me before walking up the stairs. My head lolled on his shoulder, tired from all that had happened tonight.
My parents questioned why I had been staying after school lately, and when I told her I was going to therapy, well, they didn’t take it lightly, but, honestly, what sane person wouldn’t take therapy. With or without all the supernatural business that’s been going on, it’s nice to get everything out and have someone support you. Obviously, she wasn’t there to fill that role.
I fisted his shirt and continued to hiccup, the tears beginning to stop, leaving me a sniffling mess. Stiles lightly kicked his door to open it and stepped in. He strode over to the bed and gently placed me on before sitting on the edge. He grabbed one of my hands and started fiddling with my fingers. “Can you tell me what happened.”
I paused for a second, scared of how he would react before deciding to just tell him. “I’ve been going to therapy, and my mom found out and didn’t like it,” I mumbled.
He froze for a second before looking down at me with worry. “Therapy? Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, head tilting to the side.
“I was scared you would react badly,” I said.
He began fiddling with my fingers again. “I mean, I took therapy after my mom died and with the whole void incident and things like that. It’s completely normal. Hell, I’ve been trying to convince Scott to go ever since this started.” He smiled down at me. “It doesn’t make you any different. If it helps, it shouldn’t be frowned upon.” He paused and took a deep breath. “Now, what do you need to fix this.”
I laughed and laced our fingers together so he would stop his motions. “Can we just cuddle,” I said. He laughed and nodded before laying down facing me, his legs tangled with mine, and he moved up so my face was in his chest and his head was on mine.
“I don’t deserve you,” I mumble into his chest.
“That’s where you’re wrong, baby. You deserve all the love in the world.” He said. “I love you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
A/N: This is for my fren @danny-the-coolest , but it doesn’t specifically say her name. Everyone go wish her a happy birthday. I don’t care how late you are. Just send her a ton of them. If you’re reading this months from now, wish her a happy birthday. MAKE IT HER BIRTHDAY YEAR ROUND !!
Love you, Danny <3 Hope your day was great.
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I placed my face in my hand and leaned forward as I watched Stiles yell, flailing his arms as he tried to make his point. A goofy smile played at my lips. Lydia sat beside me, making me look over to her with a questioning glance.
“You’re drooling,” she said, winking.
My cheeks flamed, and I sat up. “No, I’m not,” I chuckled uncomfortably. I wiped my mouth unconsciously to make sure she was lying. From the corner of my eye, I watched as Scott pointed at me, making Stiles flush red. They both looked at me for a second before continuing their conversation.
“You so are,” she said, giggling. “Who is it? Stiles?” She questioned, leaning forward in excitement. “It is. Isn’t it.” She stated, watching my face turn even redder. I looked away and tried to calm down. Lydia squealed from excitement and grabbed my face, pulling me near her, my eyes widening at the contact. “You have to tell him.” She said, bouncing me around. “You guys have been my otp for the longest time.”
“Come on Lydia,” I groaned out. “You know I can’t do that!”
Of course, I couldn’t. What if he said no? What if he said yes? Stiles had been my best friend for years. I didn’t want to ruin that at all. I had figured out I liked him a while ago on a stakeout. We ended up sitting outside a building all night just talking to each other. I had learned some things I hadn’t known, surprisingly. It was one of the most calming nights I’ve had in a while. I sighed at the memory and looked down. He would never like me.
I looked up to see Lydia smiling devilishly at me, her eyes showing she knew something I didn’t. “He doesn’t like me like that,” I say, frowning.
“Who doesn’t like you in that way,” A voice questioned from behind me. I froze and tensed up. I slowly turned around to see Stiles with a hurt expression on his face.
My eyes widened and a stuttered out a jumble of words before saying, “no one- nothing- no- ju- uh- “
He looked down with a frown before walking away. I turned back to Lydia to see her shaking back and forth. “He likes you. We both know it. Don’t deny it. He likes you. Did you not just see his reaction?”
I sighed and shrugged. “I don’t know. Do you really think I should?”
She nodded her head frantically before standing up and pushing me off my chair and toward Stiles. I stumbled a bit before walking towards him, my eyes trained on the ground as I tried to think of what to say. Before I knew it, I was behind Stiles bouncing from step to step. Quietly, I tapped him on the back, rolling back and forth on the balls of my feet. He turned around and looked down at me with a questioning look, his eyes still filled with sadness. “What do you need? Go back to talking about your crush.” He said, going to turn back around.
I placed my hand on his shoulder to stop him, looking up at him. “It was you,” I whispered.
He froze and looked at me wide-eyed. “W-what?” He questioned.
“I like you,” I said. He doesn’t like me, I thought. I shouldn’t have said anything. He stared down at me with a dumbfounded look, his mouth slightly open. I looked back down. “I shouldn’t have said anything,” I muttered. I backed up only to have him to grab my arm softly.
“This isn’t a joke, right,” he asked, pulling me near him.
“N-no. No.”
His eyes lit up and he pulled me into a large hug. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for that,” he whispered, pulling me as close as he could. I froze for a second before slowly wrapping my arms around him. I smiled a toothy grin and leaning towards him. He kissed the top of my head and laid his chin on my head, and we just stood.
Word Count~ 1050
Rating~ Safe, idk why I even put this, man
Warnings~ None, I don’t think
Pairings~ Stiles Stilinski x Reader
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Request~ Anonymous asked:
Idk if you do requests but if you do can you do a jealous stiles one? Maybe two? One where he's jealous because of isaac or theo or something and one where the reader is jealous because of malia perhaps being a little to close to stiles since he helped her with her humanity and such
I grabbed my notebook and slammed my locker shut before rushing down the halls. I only had about thirty seconds to get to class because of Lydia. She was trying to get me to go to some party this Friday. I really did not want to go. Human interaction is just so… overrated. I'd rather be home with my music and books. Maybe some social media. Why would I want to leave that?
Anyways, I tried to push myself as fast as I could go, but some stupid people decide that it's a smart idea to stand in the middle of the hallways. Why? I will never know. I groaned as I collided with someone, mumbling a 'sorry' before running down an open path. I yelled out many sorry and excuse me's before I ran through the door, trying to steady myself as I almost ran into someone's desk. My feet slipping ever so slightly as I tried to regain balance.
I looked up at the class before rushing to sit in my seat before the teacher came in. Short pants left myself as I tried to catch my breath.
"You okay there," Isaac smirked at you. "You seem a little out of breath."
I glared at him lightly before making sure I had everything. "That's not going to get you anywhere, Isaac."
He faked a gasp and placed his hand on his chest before grinning at you. Your friendship was a hilarious one, to say the least. Jokes were always exchanged and you would mess around with each other. You had known each other for the longest time. You had even been the only one to know about his dad for the longest time. You were there for everything, as he was with you. It was an inseparable friendship.
I looked towards the front as the teacher walks in with a stack of papers. Groans rang out through the room as the teacher smile brightly. It's like they want kids to hate them. Of course, you hadn't studied, who just randomly studies?
Isaac raises his eyebrows and grins. "You didn't study, did you?"
You gave a weary smile and he laughed loudly in response. The teacher looked over while glaring.
"Do you have something to share with the class, Mr. Lahey and Ms. L/N?"
I shook my head quietly while Isaac smirked and leaned back in his seat. I looked down quietly as she nodded and continued to pass out tests. I rolled my eyes lightlyI rolled my eyes lightly before looking over at Isaac and shaking my head.
"You're such an idiot, I swear," I whisper, knowing he can hear me.
He laughed lightly and picked up the sheet of paper she had placed in front of him. I glanced at my own test and my eyes widened. This seemed relatively easy. My eyes scanned over the room and landed on Stiles, a few rows away from us. He had his pencil clenched in his hand as he glared at Isaac. I rose an eyebrow as his attention diverted to me. He glanced at me before looking at his page with a glare. I furrowed my eyebrows and tilted my head to the side before moving to actually start on the test.
I read over the question before looking at the answers. Multiple choice, sweet. I smiled before bubbling in the B and moving to the next.
B.
B.
B.
B.
I looked back at the questions with a frown. They can't all be B's, can they?
B.
B.
B.
B.
B.
I ran over the questions with confusion. This isn't possible. There has to be another. Oh my gosh. They're all B's. No, there has to be like an A or something. What the frick.
I groaned and slammed my head onto the desk and pushed my test forward. I hate school.
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The bell rang signaling the end of the grueling period. I ran my hand down my face as I thought of the test. The answers were all B. All 50 of them. I looked over at Isaac and he looked at me with the same expression.
"Were they also-"
"There were so many."
We both nodded before standing up and walking out. Well, he walked out, I walked to Stiles.
"Hey, Stiles," I said enthusiastically.
He glared at you and turned away. I opened my mouth, hurt. What did I do?
"Stiles?" I asked while putting my hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong?"
Before I could question again, Stiles grabbed the hand place on his shoulder and pulled me out the door. I let out a surprised yelp before following him. He pulled us down the hallway, pushing past students with a frown. The harsh glares were enough to silence their protests. He pulled me into a dark empty classroom.
He pushed me up against a wall with a frown.
"Do you like him?"
I looked up at him questioningly. "What do you mean?"
"Do you like him? Isaac."
I laughed lightly at the thought. "oh god, no. We're just friends, Stiles."
He moved closer to me to where I could feel his breath on my face. My eyes shut as I tilted up to him. Our lips brushed against each other ever so slightly. His hands wrapped around my waist and his lips collided against mine. He moved ferociously against mine as he pushed me against the wall, a small groan leaving his lips.
My breathing sped up as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer before letting go and pulling away.
"That was hot," I whisper lightly. "You should get jealous more often."
He rolled his eyes before looking at me. "I love you. I don't want to lose you, especially to Isaac. Please tell me you don't like him."
I smiled lightly and pecked his lips. "You know I love you, too. I would never. Isaac is only my friend. We grew up with each other. I'm sorry you felt like that."
He smiled again with the dorky grin of his before hugging me tightly.
"I love you," I whispered as I snuggled into his chest.
"I love you," he responded before we heard someone clearing their throat.
Not exactly as you requested, but I hope you still like
You were bummed out. They had forgotten. Everyone had forgotten about your birthday. They acted as if it was a normal day and it sucked. They could’ve at least said Happy Birthday.
You trudged on the way back to your house. Stiles had to leave early for some reason, probably something to do with Scott, so you had no ride. You sighed as you listened to your music playing from your headphones. You hummed along with the tune as you approached your house. You lived next door to Stiles himself. He would often sneak in, as you would to him.
You opened the door and dropped your bag on the floor before shutting the door and turning on the lights. You walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl of cereal in a plastic bowl before moving towards the living room. You flipped on the lights and dropped your food as everyone screamed out happy birthdays.
A smile pulled onto your face and your eyes brightened. “God, I love you guys so much.”
You pulled Lydia and Scott into a hug before moving onto Stiles. “I’m guessing this is from you.”
“Did you really think I would forget?” he asked as he kissed your forehead.
There was just the three and then Kira, Isaac, Malia, and Liam. You smiled happily as you looked at them all.
The evening was filled win fun, cake, and presents. Everyone had gotten you something that made you smile wide, except Stiles. He said he would give you his later.
At the moment, everyone was leaving. It was around eleven and all that was left were you, Stiles, and the small mess they left behind.
“Finally,” Stiles groaned out, “I thought they would never leave.”
You gave him an amused looked as he groaned some more. “Stiles, you’re the one that invited them over.” He groaned over dramatically before collapsing on the couch. “Why are you still here, anyway?
He bolted upright mumbling out an ‘oh yeah.’
“Turn around,” he said. You obliged, confused.
You felt him move your hair and a something cold wrap around your neck. He hummed in appreciation before turning you around. You tilted your head confused, in which he pointed to your neck. You looked down to see a long necklace resting on your chest.
You picked it up slightly to see three things connected to it. First, the word ‘sarcasm’ in cursive was connected. The silver gleamed brightly causing a smile to raise. Next was a small silver baseball bat, both of you kept it as the weapon of choice. The last was a batman symbol, shining in its glory.
“Stiles, this must’ve cost a fortune. I can’t take this.”
“I’ve kind of been saving up for a while now. Please keep it.”
You smile as you look at him.
“Gosh, I love you, you loser.”
His dorky smile took over his face as he looked at you. “I love you too, you nerd.”
Stiles trying to be cute by coming through your window at night so you guys could cuddle, but he ends up getting stuck in the window. You pull him in while laughing the whole time. When he finally flops in, he has flushed cheeks and you’re laughing non-stop. Eventually, he starts laughing too and you’re both just a mess. Giggling, you say
