His Demons//Stiles Stilinski
(A/N): It can be so hard to notice when other keep their feelings locked away. Reader learns that their loving boyfriend might not be as unbreakable as he seems.
Insecurities. We all have them, but some of us are just better at hiding them. Stiles, the spastic, sarcastic, adorable human that you’ve come to love, was a perfect example of this. He always seemed to keep a level head even when everything seemed to be going wrong. Sure, there was the occasional slip-up, but that’s to be expected when you’re constantly being threatened by the supernatural world. Even when things looked rough, it always seemed like he had a backup plan or something make things better. He was someone that you could rely on for anything and everything. Someone who had everything figured out. Of course, you can’t always see what’s happening behind closed doors.
You made an awful habit of dropping by the Stilinski residence more often than not. So, it wasn’t unusual for you to show up without any warning or even a knock, which was something you probably need to start working on. You carelessly walk up the stairs, not bothering to make your entrance known quite yet. A familiar muffled voice came from the depths of Stiles’ room, causing a smile to curl at your lips.
“How does Scott even flex like that?” you hear a strained voice say from within the room. Your smile vanished as you looked through the small crack, watching Stiles fumble with himself in front of the mirror. His hair is wild, looking as if he had been pulling at it for hours, and his disheveled clothing hung loosely around his body.
“I should start lifting,” he mumbles softly, poking at his undefined muscles. You peak further through the cracked door as he pulls at his cheeks, making them jiggle. Your heart ached from your silent observations. How could someone so incredibly amazing be so hard on themselves?
“Its be a miracle if I could even find a jawline under all this,” he speaks, his voice muffled by his odd gestures. “Isaac doesn’t even have to try.”
Your stomach dropped to your feet. How could you not notice this before? You had not realised how much pressure had been placed on Stiles to keep up with his supernatural hottie friends. Behind all those sarcastic comebacks and cocky jokes was just a boy trying to make it day-by-day with the weight of the world on his shoulders.
“You’re beautiful,” you murmur happily, pushing the door open the rest of the way. As it creaked, Stiles spun around, nearly tripping from the intense speed.
“(Y/N)? How have you been standing there?” he exclaims, jumping from the mirror. His flushed cheeks darkened as he whipped his sleeve along his nose.
“You’re beautiful,” you repeat, taking a few steps towards him.
“No. No, I’m not,” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck gingerly.
“Stiles Stilinski, you are the most amazing human being I have ever met,” you announce proudly, wrapping your arms around his waist to rest your head upon his shoulder. You look at the reflection in the mirror as he rolls his eyes, huffing dramatically.
“(Y/N),” he sighs, turning around to face you. “You’re just–”
“And before you say that I’m just saying this… Well, I’m not. I love you. Not Scott’s arms or Isaac’s jawline, you. And I hope you can love yourself too,” you murmur softly, looking into his bloodshot eyes. His lips trembled as they formed into a sad smile. Before you could say another word, you were pulled into his warm arms.
“I love you so much, (Y/N),” he whispers into you hair, his voice cracking as he squeezes you tightly.
I just want to remind you all that you are incredible, beautiful beings! I know it can be tough and seemingly near impossible some of the time, but stay strong. You can do it, I believe in you :)
Also more one shots will be up shortly, so stay tuned.