#tw blurb

[mischievous-miecyzslaw-blog]

Stiles could so of pulled a Rumplestilzskin move with this like - haha, they’ll lose this bet because who the hell can guess a name like Mieczyslaw?

[stiles24]

Can I request a Teen Wolf blurb relating to Stiles' "dementia" and you comforting him <3

He’d try really hard to keep it together, especially at school, and in front of his father, because he didn’t want him to have to deal with it all over again. You knew him well enough to know just how badly it was affecting him, and how upset he was by it, but you did your best to stay positive, telling him that everything was going to be okay, and that even if it was dementia like his mother, that you’d be there for him, no matter what. 

It wasn’t until you got home from school that he texted you, a series of jumbled letters that made no sense, until you remembered that he couldn’t read. You’d get the basic message, and drive as fast as legally possible to his house, not even bothering to knock before you threw open the front door and bolted up the stairs.

You’d find Stiles on his bed, curled into a ball, shaking with silent sobs. Lowering yourself onto the bed, you’d see that he still had his sneakers on, and slide them off for him. Pulling the covers from where they were bunched between his long fingers, you’d replace them with your own, bringing your other hand to his cheek. 

Rubbing your thumb along his cheekbone, you’d wipe the hot tears that had fallen there, whispering quietly that everything was going to be okay, and that you were going to fight for him. You’d make him promise that he was going to fight too, to fight the demons in his mind. 

It’d take him a long time to calm down, and when he finally did, he’d wrap his arms around you, almost too tight, but you’d let him because you knew he needed it. He’d laugh drily, mumbling something about being overtired, and overreacted, but you’d shake your head and smile, leaning in and kissing his forehead, assuring him that he didn’t need to make excuses in front of you, and that it was okay to be scared. You made sure to tell him over and over how much you loved him, running your hand through his hair every so often because you knew that it’d relax him.

[stiles24]

Can u write one where stiles nervously asks u to wear his lacrosse hoodie to the game?

I’m dying this is so cute, yes. 

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Okay, so you’re his best friend besides Scott. He hid his feelings for you under the cover of being in love with Lydia, because he was scared that if you found out, you’d laugh at him and stop being his friend. 

It was your senior year, and Scott had been on him for weeks, ever since the season started. He knew it was his last chance before you went away to college, and he’d even started flashing his Alpha eyes at him. Finally, Stiles would agree, but it’d take a week or two to for him to actually pluck up the courage.

He’d get his opportunity in science class, because they kept it cold in the labs, and you’d have a tank top on and be shivering and Scott would punch him in the arm, looking back and forth between the two of you until he finally got it. He’d rip off his sweatshirt and shove it towards you, making you smile, especially when you see that his t-shirt had gotten stuck. You’d reach over and tug it down for him, laughing when his cheeks turned pink, and you’d thank him before slipping into it. 

When you’d try to give it back to him at the end of the period, he’d run his hand through his hair and tell you to keep it, that you could wear it to his game that night, before running off. Scott would wink at you before chasing after Stiles, and you’d be left wondering what just happened.

You’d wear the sweatshirt to the game, and sit with Lydia, Sheriff Stilinski, and Melissa, and Lydia would make a comment about how Stiles kept looking up at you from the field. You’d wave to him when you caught his eye, and he’d freeze on the field before tripping over his feet and waving back to you. Lydia would laugh, but you’d tell her to stop, because you’d always found his clumsiness endearing. 

He’d end up passing the ball to Scott at the end of the game, who’d score the winning goal just as time ran out. Lydia would drag you onto the field to celebrate, and ‘push’ you in Stiles’s direction. He’d be so excited about the game that he’d pull you into his arms and spin you around, and then kiss you without thinking about it. When he’d pull back, he’d stare down at you and curse under his breath, but when he’d try to run, you’d grab his face and pull it back down to yours. 

After he got over the shock, he’d pull the hood of his sweatshirt over your head and do something adorable like kiss your nose, and he’d end up blushing when you laughed at him after he told you that you should keep the sweatshirt because you looked good in his clothes.