What do you like most about Stiles and Lydia's characters?
oh god Here We Go
I mean. the sarcasm. i too, use sarcasm and humor as a defense, in literally every situation.
the fact that he canonically has anxiety and panic attacks and social anxiety like that’s so?? important to me?? and he’s so in touch with it and it’s such a big part of his character but it also doesn’t rule his life and that’s just so important to me x2
his fierce loyalty. for a slytherin, the dude really does have some hufflepuff characteristics. he would die before he betrayed any of his friends, and is always on guard against any threat toward them
i also really love the fact that he is inherently suspicious of everyone. it’s a flaw, but it’s important to me because i can #relate and i think it says a lot about him as a character. not only is he loyal to his friends, he’s protective of them, because he can’t believe he has them and doesn’t want anything or anyone to break them apart. he wanted them to all stick together for college. that’s so precious? stiles stilinski loves his friends with everything in him 2kalways
going off of that, i love how deeply he loves?? like whether it be his dad, or scott, or LYDIA, he just loves with everything he has and so selflessly it’s heartbreaking like what the fuck save some for yourself you ball of mush.
i mean, he’s Too Smart. he’s the one who Always Figures It Out. he’s clever and observant and PERSISTENT when it comes to solving mysteries and figuring shit out and he’s gonna do so well in the FBI my son
his moral grey area is also very fun. me too stiles, me too.
Lydia: (i have spent a significantly longer amount of time diving into who Lydia is than Stiles, so this could be even more extra than his list.)
her fear of vulnerability. it is extremely hard for her to let anyone see all of her at once, and she’s reluctant to show genuine emotions. this has changed quite a bit, through the seasons, but you still get that sense sometimes that she’s uncomfortable in intense emotional situations, and that hits my core man.
she’s insanely brave. we see this really early on, like in 2x11 (EEP) when she wanted to help jackson and had literally no method of defending herself but she was about to march into battle anyways. and now that she’s come into her powers, that bravery is still there, but it’s more confident now, like she’s not sacrificing herself anymore, but actually fighting.
my girl is a literal genius. deadass going to win a field’s medal. the actual reason i haven’t dropped out of school yet. and i love love LOVE the slow progression of her owning her intelligence and letting people know about it, from pretending she didn’t know a cougar was a mountain lion, to molotov cocktail, to “i read”, to slipping in little Lydia-isms here and there, to Kira in season 5 literally baffled at the fact that she used to pretend to not be smart. I’m so proud of my baby. that’s my girl.mp3
lydia martin exists unapologetically, and that’s kind of always been the case, now more so. she is here, and she is HER, and if you don’t like it, that’s fine, you can watch her perfect strawberry blonde hair sway as she walks away from you not giving a fuck.
her development into someone who stands up for herself, removes herself from toxic situations, and fights for what’s right. this is where the pack really comes into play in her evolution, and it’s truly one of my favorite things. before allison and scott and stiles and the rest of the pack, she had never experienced or seen real love and friendship and what it can do, and once she had them supporting her and started fighting The Good Fight, she gained so much strength for herself and realization of what she deserves. (which is the world btw)
lydia martin rocks kickass outfits, on point makeup, beautiful hair, and HEELS most of the time, all while being an actual genius/badass in every sense of the word. she enjoys looking nice and spending time on her appearance, but it never takes away from the fact that she’s the smartest person around and could ruin you in a single “AAAEEE!” ?? lol this is really important to me because i love looking nice every day but i’ve legit had people question my intellgence because of it, and lydia just helps me to say fuck you to those people.
warnings: heavy mentions of sex (but not smut), swearing, this is a non supernatural fic (so scott isn’t a werewolf lyd isn’t a banshee allison isn’t dead fuck you jeff davis fuck you you piece of shit and yadda)
“Al-Allison stop there’s a customer!” I hissed, but she continued throwing seeds at me.
“You deserve this!” She said, borderline yelling. I gave her a mock angry look, bracing my hands up in front of me while she continued pelting me.
“I made one comment!” I whisper screamed, and eventually snatching the bag of seed from her. “Would you cut that out grow up!” Allison giggled as I zipped it back up, and put it back on the shelf in the back room.
“Yeah yeah. You go get those out of your hair and I’ll help the customer” Allison said, rolling her eyes. I flipped her off just before she walked out of the room.
I re situated the blue apron tied around my neck and waist, with the ironed on Lou’s Flower Shop patch on the front. I pulled your hair out of it’s ponytail, and at least twenty seedlings fell onto the ground. A mental note was made to kick Allison’s ass later. I made my way back to the employee bathroom, finger brushing my hair as more seeds came out until I seemed to be clean of them.
“y/n!” Allison called.
“Yeah?” I called back, and pulled my hair up into a perfectly messy bun.
“Customer wants to speak to the manager” My brows furrowed as I made my way into the shop.
“What?” She pointed, and I walked further in, seeing who our customer was. “Stiles!” I grinned ecstatically, and raced towards him, jumping up and hugging him tightly. His arms caught me immediately, as they always did.
Stiles, my bestest friend in the whole wide world, had been out of town for a lacrosse tournament for the past week. Sure, we FaceTimed every night, and texted every day, (seeing that he didn’t actually play lacrosse) but it was weird not having him around.
“I missed you so much” I breathed, and his arms stayed wrapped around me as he set me back down.
“Yeah I missed you too” He responded. “Thought I’d surprise you instead of picking you up for Lydia’s party” You grinned sheepishly.
“This was much more fun” I said, shrugging my shoulders as he smiled back at me.
“When does your shift end?”
“Now, I’ll cover for her” Allison said. I turned to look at her.
“You don’t have to Alli, I’ve only got-”
“You’ve only got fifteen minutes left, so I got it” Allison said, waving her hand dismissively. “Go out for lunch or something, you’ve been moping all week” My body wiggled slightly as he squealed and clapped my hands.
“Allison I owe you a big one!” I said, untying my apron faster than ever and hanging it up behind the counter.
“I know. I’m the best” Allison said, fluffing her hair. I danced across the floor, kissing her cheek quickly before grabbing onto Stiles’ hand.
“See you tonight!”
“You too!” She called back as Stiles and I walked outside. He swung out hands wildly between us as we walked towards his Jeep.
“I liked the surprise” You said to him with a big smile while buckling in.
“Good” Stiles responded curtly. “Now, where to for lunch?”
“I don’t care, somewhere we can eat outside though because this weather is amazing. It’s actually sunny and not hot, what a strange day in California” Stiles chuckled as he pulled out of the parking lot. When I looked back to the store, Allison was going outside to water the rose bushes.
“You still like working there?” Stiles asked, catching my gaze.
“I love it, it’s a perfect little job” I responded. He seemed to like my answer.
“And here from any colleges yet?”
“Still just Berkeley” I responded with a shrug. Not that I minded Berkeley, it’s just I applied for an assortment of universities that appealed to me, and Berkeley wasn’t really my number one choice. “You?” Stiles shook his head, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.
“But I also haven’t seen the mail in the past week, so there could be something there whenever I get home” I nodded in response as he continued drumming.
“Ever get to play?”
“Thanks for asking, but it really just hurts my feelings more” Stiles said, and I chuckled.
“Well I was thinking you could teach me some things, over the summer, and we can practice together”
“You wanna play lacrosse?” Stiles chuckled, and parked on the side of the road. I looked out the window to see the old cafe we used to go to. Usually we would just order a coffee and a pastry. but we always talked about eating an actual lunch there. But… those crepes just always looked so good…
“Yeah” I finally answered. “Why not? Maybe it’d help you, and it could be fun” I said, shrugging a shoulder. Stiles smiled over me, and we unbuckled our seat belts.
“Alright, well if you say so then sure. but you’d learn more from Scott” I shrugged again. “You pick a table and I’ll go get menus” He squeezed my shoulder and I nodded, making my way over to an empty table with an umbrella. I pulled back the metal chair, and set my purse on the tabletop as I sat down. Just as I’d pulled my phone out, checking Insta and Snapchat, a shadow fell over me.
“Stiles” I smiled when I looked up, but it wasn’t Stiles standing there.
“Hey, your table was empty you look like you needed company” I stared wide eyed at the boy in front of me. He was attractive, to some standards anyways, but he held a smirk that made me shift in my seat.
“Thanks that’s very kind, but my boyfriend is coming back in a moment” I said promptly. Thankfully Stiles came outside at that moment. “Hey babe” I said with the biggest smile I could muster. He was confused for a millisecond before his eye line cut to the boy in front of me.
“Hey y/n, I got the menus” He said with an equally large smile, then sat down across from me. “Who’s this?” He asked.
“I’m- uh leaving” The guy walked off before anything else could be said. I sighed in relief and leaned over the table, putting my hands flat on it.
“God bless you Stilinski” I breathed, and he smiled again.
“No prob, babe” I rolled my eyes and took a menu from him.
“I’ve got other plans” I said cheekily, opening it up.
“Like getting into Theo Raeken’s pants tonight at Lydia’s party?” I raised an eyebrow at Stiles. “You eye fucked him all year y/n. I figured tonight was the night” My questioning glance turned into a smug one, and I winked.
“As a matter of fact, tonight is the night. And it’s going to be amazing” I said. Stiles looked down at his menu, hiding his face.
“I think I’m gonna try a Paganini” He mumbled.
“You wanna help me with my outfit? Lydia was gonna do it but she’s prepping for tonight” But he continued to keep his face buried in the list of foods. “Stiles?”
“Or maybe..no.. no a sandwich sounds good?”
“Stiles” I snatched the menu from his hands and he opened his mouth to protest. But I was faster. “Do you want to help me or not?” He sighed in defeat.
“Yeah, yeah sure y/n” He said, and I smiled, and looked at my own menu.
We ended up ordering two different sandwiches, and switching because we didn’t like our own. We talked more about his tournament, my job, ideas of things we could do over the summer, pretty much anything that came to mind. That;s just the way our friendship was, we did whatever whenever. It was easy really. I don’t think anyone in history had a friendship as great as Stiles’ and mine. We were unbreakable and irreplaceable.
When we finished lunch, we headed over to my place so I could get ready.
“You have no idea how excited I am” I said excitedly. I was in a bikini at the moment, going through my closet to wear something over it. Stiles was sat on my bed, watching every time I held up a possible outfit to wear over it.
“Too skimpy” He said as I held a pair of shorts and a strapless crop top.
“That’s sorta the point Stiles. I want to wear something easy to take off when I’m with Theo tonight” Stiles rolled his eyes. “Well? Do you think it’ll be good?”
“Why don’t you try the black leather skirt” I grabbed what he was referring to from my dresser, and pulled it up. It fell to my mid thigh.
“With what top?” I pondered, wandering over to my closet now.
“The white tank top with no sleeves and the collar” Stiles said. I pulled it out and buttoned it up, tucking it into my skirt. I smiled at the outfit I’d pulled together. Well, Stiles did.
“Wow, this actually looks good” Stiles rolled his eyes.
“Now sit down and braid your hair” He said, shaking his head with a slight smile. I sat down on the bench in front of my vanity, surveying my reflection.
“Thanks Stiles, you are literally the best” I blew a fake kiss while tying my hair in a loose ponytail braid down my back.
“I know” He said cockily and pulled out his phone. He took a picture of me, and from the typing he did I figured he was Snapchatting.
“Who to?” I asked, tying a hair tie at the end of my hair.
“My story. I’m crediting myself for your stunning outfit” He said. I gave a curtsy before pulling out my eyeliner.
“Cat eye right?”
“Girl you know it” I laughed, having to drop the wand as not to smudge as my shoulders shook. He got up and looked at me through the mirror, standing behind me. “You look great y/n” I smiled sweetly and he dropped a light kiss to my hair, squeezing my shoulders. “I’m getting a drink, be right back” He said, and I nodded, going back to my makeup.
When he left the room, and I finished applying the sharp black wing, I checked my phone. Instantly going to Stiles’ story. There was a picture taken from the front seat of the jeep, an open road in front of it. Then a video of Scott singing Hello way off key, with the caption HACKED on it. At the end you could hear Stiles yelling at him to get off his phone. After the video was a photo of the flower shop I worked at, and below it said surprising my favorite y/n today. I smiled big at that one. Lastly was the photo of me, grinning sheepishly as I was looking at Stiles rather the camera. It was exceptionally candid, and Stiles had written she’s beautiful on her own but I think I did an excellent job for tonight. I accidentally blushed, and shut off my phone.
“I’m back” Stiles hollered, walking into my room, and plopping back into his spot on my bed. “Eyes look great” He said, giving me an okay sign as he drank from his glass of water,
“Merci” I said, posing for a short moment. Then began to tidy up my vanity. “Are we going to your house for anything? Are you gonna swim?” Stiles shook his head.
“No that pool’s gonna be crowded and I want no part of that” I chuckled, closing up the drawers and standing up. I smoothed out the non existent wrinkles on my skirt, and looked over my room.
My eyes landed on a necklace on the top of my dresser, and I wandered over to it. My fingers looped into the chain, and I attempted to link it behind my neck. After a minute of this attempt Stiles chuckled and came over, linking the hook and the ring together. I looked down at the locket, and turned around. Stiles smiled at it, opening it up, revealing a picture of him and I that Scott had taken last year. We were at school, in science. I was obviously sleeping, my head on Stiles’ arm, lying on the desk. He was trying not to laugh, but was unable to suppress the goofy grin as he looked at the camera. Allison had been sat in front of me, and tilted her chair back to give my sleeping self bunny ears.
“I’ll never understand why you chose that one, of all the pictures to put in a necklace” I said, whilst giggling and closing the locket. It didn’t really look like one. It was a metallic circular medallion. A few swirl engravings over it. When you weren’t standing right in front of me, it just looked like a plain necklace. But to me it was beautiful because of what it held on the inside. Stiles shrugged in response, and walked back to his glass of water on my desk.
“I don’t know, I guess it’s just one of my favorites” I looked down at the locket, still held in my fingers, then placed it neatly and centered on my collarbone.
“Yeah me too” I said with a smile.
“Are you nervous?” Stiles asked, parking in the street near Lydia’s house. I pondered the question, unsure of how to answer without being totally sure of myself. In a way, no of course I wasn’t. It was at Lydia’s house, all of my friends would be there, I was slaying the look Stiles had picked out for me, and to top it all off, I was wearing my lucky necklace. But on the other hand… well maybe a little. Big crowds wasn’t exactly my strong suit. If I was left alone in them for more than 15 minutes I began to get a little claustrophobic and self conscious.
“I don’t think so” I responded, and pulled down the sunshade to look in the mirror.
“If you’re nervous about how you look, you really shouldn’t be” Stiles said. “Because you really do look beau-”
“y/n!” A bouncing and grinning Allison skipped up to the passenger’s door, pulling Scott behind her.
“Hey!” I said, getting out of the car to hug her. Scott took her drink from her hand, probably so she wouldn’t spill it all over me.
“You look fantastic! Whose hips are you grinding on tonight?” Allison asked. I could almost hear Stiles’ teeth grinding. I put a hand on his arm as I replied.
“Theo’s” I answered with a simplistic tone.
“Ooooh” Allison batted her eyelashes. “Well it’s ‘bout time. I’ve been watching you two check each other out since last spring” She chuckled, and I rolled my eyes a little bit, biting my cheek so I wouldn’t smile too wide. Stiles was clearly set off by the idea. “Plus he’s like, mega hot” Scott coughed, and Allison giggled, her eyes darkened in drunkenness. When she turned to him, Scott smiled at her tightly. “Don’t worry babe, you’re like… you’re… you’re… super mega hot times infinity” Scott laughed, and handed me the red plastic cup he’d previously taken from his girlfriend.
“Time to get you some water” He said, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. “Good to see you y/n” He waved slightly, and I returned it.“See you in a bit McCall” I said, watching as he and Allison walked off to a more secluded area outside. It was then I realized my hand was still on Stiles, to which I dropped it to my side.
“Wanna go in and find Lyd?” He asked, and I nodded, taking in a deep breath. “You’re going to be fine. Great! Besides, I’m not leaving your side until you tell me to” I smiled weakly in a silent thanks, then tucked my hand under his arm as I walked with him inside. My eyes had fallen down to land on our shoes. I was in black flats, and he was in old converse. I smiled at them, how they’d somehow provided a comfort. I’d seen these shoes a million times. If it wasn’t these, it was Star Wars socks, or lacrosse cleats. “You good?” Stiles asked me.
“Yeah, I think your feet just made me feel better” He chuckled, shaking his head as I looked up at him through my lashes. “Tonight’s gonna be fun” I said, mostly to hear myself say it. He nodded curtly. “And we’re going to have a great time” Stiles nodded again, smile growing. “Let’s go get a drink first”
“One, then we loosen you up in a few dances, then you go find your dream boat” He said the last part in a more sarcastic tone, but I giggled and agreed to the plan.
Three cups of beer later I was looser than the brakes in Roscoe.
I was cheering and dancing, swinging my hips and waving my hands up in the air. Here and there Stiles would laugh and spin me around, dancing in funny ways to make me laugh then saying no no, this is my best move. Every new one worse than the last. But it made me laugh, and I knew that’s what he was going for. While twirling, my eyes landed on a certain brooding boy that had been catching my attention lately. I curled back into Stiles, one hand in his, the other on the back of his neck as I leaned in close to his ear.
“Theo’s watching” I whispered to him. I could hear him swallow, and pulled away to see him looking for the dirty blonde boy. “Dance sexy with me” I said quickly. Stiles’ wide eyes shot to mine.
“What!?” He whisper screamed.“Dance sexy with me, we have to peak his interest” I said quickly, squeezing both of his hands. “Please?”
“y/n” He whined, giving me a pouty look.“It’ll only be for a second I promise” I told him, and pressed my chest to his, slowly setting my elbows up on his shoulders, my hands in his hair in moments. His own hands landed on my waist in no time at all. I smirked at his reaction, looking down at my feet as they barely moved, but the whole rest of my body did.
“This will not end well” Stiles whispered, his lips barely brushing the shell of my ear.“No” I responded in agreement, and I’d never admit it, but it was an accident when I grinded against him, pure instinct. “It’s gonna end great” I giggled at the feather light ticklish feeling of his hands wandering up to my waist.
“He’s looking for sure now” Stiles said, pulling away abruptly.
“Uh Stiles-” I clamped a hand over my mouth, trying not to look down. His eyes lowered to his khakis.
“Damn it y/n you gave me a boner!” I laughed, I tried not to I really did but i couldn’t help it.
“I am so so sorry” I said between giggles. “I mean that I really am” I said. He was red with embarrassment.
“I’m gonna go and… fix it?” Stiles scratched the back of his head.“Do you need help-?”
“No definitely not” He chuckled. I nodded, giving him an apologetic look. I suddenly felt really bad… “It’s fine y/n, trust me, taking care of it will not be bad, for me anyways. Anyone trying to get into the bathroom’s just gonna be grossed out-”
“Ew Stiles” My face contorted into one of disgust, and he just laughed.
“Okay well, call me if you need anything, enjoy lover boy and,” He stepped closer, putting a hand on my shoulder as he lowered his voice and looked directly into my eyes. “Just remember you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. If at anytime something goes wrong, or you don’t like something, or literally anything, call me, find me, anything you have to do y/n and I’ll be there in a second” I smiled softly at the protective side of Stiles.
“I know. I know how to take care of myself” I snuck a secret glance to Theo, who was looking at his phone for the moment. I took his downcasted moment to press he lightest of kisses to Stiles’ cheek. He gave me a look of surprise. “I would’ve hugged you, but I didn’t want to strain lil Stiles” I pointed down to his khakis, and he groaned, rolling his eyes. Though it didn’t really seem like it was a ‘little’ Stiles stuck in there at all. I blushed, and coughed. “You go fix yourself, and I’ll go fix myself” I said, walking backwards towards where Theo was standing against the wall. He gave me a thumbs up and turned around, swiftly making his way to Lydia’s bathroom. I spun on my heel, confidently waltzing up to Theo. His eyes caught me, and shameless wandered my body.“Well hello” He said in an amused tone. “Where’s your little partner?” He asked, raising a brow. I gave a slight pout.“He got bored of me” I said. “Do you want to dance with me instead?” From the look on is face, I knew his answer was a yes, and that his mind was reeling with images of me dancing on Stiles. I tugged on his hands. “Come on, come play with me” I said, smiling cheekily as we were on the dance floor, again surrounded by people.
His lips were hot, and his kisses were hard and needy. Mine were all the same, and I let his hands run down my sides. We’d somehow gotten ourselves up the stairs and into Lydia’s room without breaking skin contact once. I wasn’t sure how it wasn’t already occupied (poor Lyd she was always buying new bed sheets) but as soon as we’d come in, I kicked the door shut and locked it for extra precaution.
I finished unbuttoning my top, the first four had been ripped open, but I wasn’t in the mind to care about it. In seconds I had it peeled over my head, and his hands had yanked open the back zipper of my skirt, hastily shoving the fabric down my leg. His hands splayed around my hips, gripping tightly. He mumbled a barely coherent “jump” against my mouth and I obliged, legs winding around his waist as his hands dropped to my ass. I squealed, and giggled, and we fell back on Lydia’s bed.
“You’ve got… right?” I panted.
“Of course babe”
It was a night to remember for sure. But not the way I wanted it to be.
I woke up alone in Lydia’s bed. And instantly, my head ached and my legs throbbed. I groaned loudly, the light from the windows making my brain pound against my skull. I wanted to gouge my eyes out they hurt so badly.
“Thought you’d be up soon” I sat up slightly, just enough to see Lydia’s figure leaning against the doorway. I whined, taking in my surroundings slowly, trying to remember the past ten hours. “I brought you water and advil” She announced, and I thanked in with a breath of relief. I took them quickly, licking my lips and blinking quickly. My eyes landed on the empty space next to me. “He left around two am” Lydia said. I rubbed my hands over my face, still unable to form a proper sentence. “Stiles is in the guest room, and he’s probably got a worse headache than you” She told me in a soft tone. Lydia’s fingers ran through my hair gently. “Need anything else?” I shook my head. “Alright, well I’ll leave you be” She said, and left the room as quietly as she could.
After continuing to rub my eyes, willing the pain to be gone, I forced myself to stand. Tears brimmed at the dizzy feeling, which only made me hurt more, but I managed to walk into the guest room. Stiles announced his presence by moaning. Through the black spots of my vision I could see him lying face down in a silky pillow, under one comforter. The ceiling fan was turned on medium, which made me relieved.
“ ‘m joining you” I mumbled, dragging my feet through the carpet as I made my way to his bed.
“y/n y/n y/n” Stiles mumbled when I crawled in.
“How much did you drink” I whispered so quietly my voice was a breath.
“Too much” He mumbled back, eyes clenched shut. “I’ve been puking all morning”
“I can tell” I whispered. “Your breath smells like mint and you never brush your teeth till after breakfast”
“Don’t mention food I’ll get sick again” He groaned, and I whispered an apology. I curled my legs up to my chest, hugging my shins. “You’re night sounded good” Stiles eventually spoke.
“I don’t remember it” I mumbled back.
“That’s too bad” He said sarcastically. I laughed gently at his voice being muffled in the pillows. “You came in afterwards, told me he fell asleep and wanted to talk”
“You were here all night?”
“When the party became a bust and people left, I came up here to chill out. You came in a few hours later, maybe one thirty” He said, eyes remaining closed, but I watched intently as he spoke. “Told me he fucked you so good you thought your brains came out of your ears” I groaned softly, putting my hands over my face in embarrassment.
“You don’t remember any of it?” He asked again, and I shook my head no.
“Nuh uh” I said, eyes slipping closed. “But I know it happened” He hummed in question. “Man cause it hurts. I think he was like… super sloppy” Stiles made a sound in the back of his throat.
“Are you trying to make me puke”
“Sorry” I said for the millionth time. Stiles chuckled, wrapping an arm over my legs and chest, hand landing on bare skin and the back strap of my bra.
“Are you not wearing clothes?” He mumbled.
“No” I hummed back, becoming drowsier. He didn’t say anything else on the subject, just kept his arm over me loosely.
“When we wake up later, like.. Way later… let’s stay in all day and eat ice cream” Stiles said, and I nodded, head pressed against his chest.
“M’kay” Was all I could manage, before yawning, and falling asleep.Besides the throb behind my head and between my legs, the whereabouts of my clothes, and the scratchiness in my throat, everything was okay in the world.
A/N: Okay, I know this is probably different from what you were expecting, but I wanted it to be different from the typical overprotective boy defends his girl at a bar and she falls even more for him, so I went for a different and more realistic (and ideal?) kind of protective Stiles. I hope you enjoy it.
Resume: Lydia persuaded Y/N to buy a little something special
that Stiles will not be able to resist. However, she’s not very confident when,
in the evening, she decides to put the mysterious outfit on in order to please
her boyfriend, which actually doesn’t need that much to be satisfied.
the reader wears a sexy outfit despite hating it for Stiles.
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Word count: 1346
A/N: I always write to many words in imagines damn…
you sure about that?” I sighed, nervous, the mysterious object still in my
me, with that, he’ll never dare look at other girls.”
herself, my friend sent her ginger hair behind her shoulder, continuing to
search among the articles of the shop we were in.
think that’s my style …”
was not my style. And I didn’t think it was my boyfriend’s either. But Lydia
seemed to believe it; since she was still saying that he would love it.
guy can resist that, Y / N. None on
the planet,” she added, pinching her luscious lips before giving me a look
that became desperate when she saw my facial expression.
…” I started before she cut me again, coming closer to put both hands
firmly on my shoulders.
thinking. Stiles will love it, and it will be quite a surprise for him,
especially seeing how you dress up every day … a total waste. ”
and took the piece of clothes from my hands before walking towards the checkout
with a walk that was both elegant and assured.
it, you have no choice!” Lydia flashed before giving me her most perverse
smile that I knew.
part, I had to resolve myself. The red rose to my cheeks very quickly and I
sighed loudly before following her, back bent, desperate. Stress was already
beginning to make its way into my lower limbs, sending unpleasant tingling to
my spine. I shuddered before trying the puppy eyes, my last weapon against the
/ N, you can’t make me change my mind. No, stop it. ”
handed her credit card to the cashier, and I grunted in frustration.
She had won.
was definitely on my side, because that same day, on the evenning, I had to go to Stiles’
house to study chemistry. He had some difficulties, and as I was doing quite
well in the subject, we had decided on a small study session twice a week.
time was at 19.
I was so stressed that I became confused. At 18:30, I was already in front of his house, glued to my
seat, hands grabbing the steering wheel, not wanting to let go. I kept staring
quickly and worriedly from his window to his front door. A stomach ache
suddenly took me and cold sweat ran down my back.
the critical moment.
I was a
little nervous every time I went to my boyfriend’s house. It was the first I
had, and I was not used to letting myself go in the soft and comforting arms of
the person I loved. I remembered the first time we kissed; I was so anxious and
scared, afraid of not doing the right thing. But Stiles had reassured me, and
everything had gone well.
More than just
I had never
been very confident with my body, but Stiles had always succeeded in reassuring
me, in making my apprehensions and fears disappear. He was always replacing
them with a feeling of assurance and comfort.
I raised my
head, suddenly filled up with courage, and went out of my car to go towards the
front door. I rang, and a few moments later, the handsomest boy I ever met
opened the door with a dazzling smile that made me melt inside. I wondered
again how I could deserve to have such an extraordinary person in my life.
Once in his
room, Stiles grabbed his school bag and opened it to look for his textbook, but
I had other ideas in mind. I slipped behind him and plastered my body against
his back before putting my mouth close to his ear. My hands went by themselves
against his abdomen, and he froze.
“Y / N
…? What are you doing? ”
It was the
first time I was taking the lead since we were together. He had every reason to
be surprised, I was myself.
advantage of my position of dominance to whisper something in his ear.
have a surprise for you … chemistry can wait don’t you think?”
yes totally, chemistry can wait,” he said, swallowing, impatient.
I let go
and tied a blindfold around his eyes. His lips stretched to form a smile as he
put his fingers against the fabric.
not take it off before I tell you!” “
worry,” he said, laughing.
to change to put on the outfit that Lydia had bought me earlier. A light
outfit; something that doesn’t cover a lot of skin. Something I’ll never
dare bought myself.
It’s only when
the sexy outfit was on me that I felt stupid. Stiles was waiting, patiently,
sitting on his bed, legs crossed, a smile stamped in his face. And I, poor
little me, had put this thing that didn’t suit me at all. The stress invaded my
body again and a ball formed in my throat. I was ashamed of myself, I wasn’t
made for this kind of outfit, I didn’t have a beautiful body like Lydia or
tightened and I felt tears coming to my eyes. I was ridiculous; he was going to
laugh at me. I thought for a moment of taking it away and doing as if nothing
had happened, but when I saw him waiting, so beautiful and happy, impatient …
I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t take away the smile he had. I swallowed my
stress and my fears and told him that he could remove the headband with a
blinked several times when he saw me. He even rubbed his eyes with his hands.
To be sure he wasn’t dreaming; I saw him count his fingers. For my part, I
lowered my head and clasped my arms against my chest, uncomfortable and cold. I
wasn’t ready to hear his comments, he…
gorgeous, Y / N …”
I raised my
head, my heart missing a beat.
up from his bed and came to lay his hands delicately against the skin of my bare
arms. A shudder ran through me, and our eyes met. He smiled at me before
grabbing my chin between his agile fingers and put his lips against mine, taking
my breath away. Our kisses always made this impression, the
impression that our breaths were only one while our mouths merged for a
lips parted, I still had my eyes closed in the appreciation of the moment and
the taste that it had. Stiles caressed my cheek with his thumb, gently, as if
he was trying to chase away sad things from my soul.
don’t have to force yourself for me.”
made me open my eyes. I wanted to protest, but he put a finger on my lips to
I love you as you are, and if you’re not comfortable in that outfit … you don’t
have to wear it for me. I want you to be comfortable, and above all, happy,”
He said in a low voice, very gentle, almost a whisper. That voice that I loved so much.
it was a solitary tear that his thumb chased out of my cheek.
… I like much more seeing you wear one of my sweaters … with nothing else
to make me laugh, something I could not believe possible for the evening, and I
gave him a friendly pat on the chest before he took me in his arms.
After I put
on more comfortable clothes, we spent the rest of the evening in the arms of
one and the other. We even forgot the chemistry and the exam which awaited us
the next day.
since we are invited to ask more then one: could you do #15?
Ugh sorry this took literally forever. I had finals. Hope you enjoy!!! Here’s #15: “Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.”
Derek doesn’t remember why he said yes to this, but he did, now here he is at a too loud too smelly night club. The bass is rattling his ears and chest, cologne and perfume engulfed his nose making his eyes water, and the too tight too warm outfit Lydia shoved him in wasn’t helping the experience.
Over half of their group was sober, unable to be affected by regular alcohol. The humans within the pack they were stumbling and tripping over objects and words alike. Most of them were clinging to someone else or in small groups, yet Derek couldn’t help but noticed the severe lack of Stiles.
Annoying flashing lights and hands rubbing up on him every so often made it difficult for Derek to get a lock on the younger man. Eventually when one too many hands found their way to his back pockets Derek moved away from the large crowd and over to the bar in hopes to avoid it from happening again.
That’s how he ended up finding Stiles.
He was downing a shot with a lazy grin on his face, eyes hooded and dark yet unfocused. Stiles was in too tight black jeans and a red shirt that clung to everything. Derek caught himself staring and eventually he stared long enough to catch some jackass trying to lean too far into Stiles’ space.
Except Stiles was accepting the space breech, long fingers finding themselves in the other guy’s belt loops.
Derek growled and walked over, doing his best to keep his eyes human as he approached. The slimy guy didn’t waste time looking over Derek and making the smart decision to back away and find someone else. Stiles mouth twisted into a pout as he looked to Derek with glassy eyes.
“You scared him away! Wha’–why did you do thatttt?” Stiles slurred, his voice gravelly and deep.
Derek swallowed, “uh, you weren’t with the group.”
“I was here…with him…Derek get him back.”
Stiles gawked, “what do you mean no? Come on p’ease–?”
Before Derek could respond with a hard no, Stiles was bent over and vomiting up a rather colorful mess of food and alcohol all over the floor and their shoes. It smelled vile and Derek had to force himself not to gag as well. Club goers around them were stepping back either to get away or to get a video on their phones without getting in the splash zone.
Derek, despite the gross wetness of his shoes, stepped over to Stiles and helped him stand straight. Once Stiles seemed a little less likely to vomit again Derek started to lead them towards the exit.
“My drink,” Stiles whined.
“No more for you,” Derek started.
“I wa’nna stayyy.”
“Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not. You’ve had too much to drink.”
Stiles raised his eyebrows, shivering when they got outside, “ooooh coming home with you doesn’t sound too bad.”
“Knock it off,” Derek said, opening the passenger seat to the Camaro for Stiles to get into. Thankfully there was little protest about leaving the Jeep as Derek took about ten minutes to get Stiles sitting right and buckled up. He paused for a moment before slipping off their shoes and throwing them into the back of the car before getting in himself.
A hand was on his thigh the second he was buckled up and Derek paused, looking to Stiles with what he hoped was a menacing glare.
“Hellllllo Mr. Wolf,” Stiles teased.
“No. I don’t wa’nna knock it off. Let’s knock it on.”
“Stiles that doesn’t make any sense,” Derek said flatly.
The younger man rolled his eyes, “‘M drunk, can’t always be suave.”
Derek grabbed Stiles’ hand to move it, but instead fingers linked between his and held firmly. He felt his chest tighten and his heart beat a little faster from the contact. Stiles had the nerve to look smug as he curled into his seat with heavy eyes.
“Are you takin’ me home or what?” Stiles asked.
Derek couldn’t stop the small smile that crossed his face, “loft. To the loft. I don’t want you throwing up on yourself.”
Fandom: Teen Wolf Pairing: Reader x Stiles Stilinski Words: 2,852 Warnings: none. you’re in the clear. Request?yes or no Forever Tag:@stilinske A/N: here is the request hot and fresh out the oven. okay that’s a lie it’s been in my folder since idk two days ago ?? idk. hope you like it! and i hope i did it justice i’m sorry if it’s not fluffy enough. :( i still hope you enjoy it!!