You forgot something. (StilesxReader)
A/N: This is my first one-shot of Stiles, and I’m excited! Thank you so much to Eli aka @credxncebarebone who’s always there to help me with my writing, ily
Stiles is too hot to be true.
It’s not like I think he’s a perfect human, I’m aware of his awkwardness, and how clumsy can be, but damn, this boy is killing me.
We’ve been friends since forever, and believe it or not I didn’t use to have a crush on him, this happened a few months ago before he broke up with Malia.
“So, you two are a thing now?” I asked, sitting next to him while he stared at the werecoyote, a small smile on his lips.
“I guess… I mean, I never asked but she seems to be ok with us… being a thing, ya know?” He shrugged “It’s weird”
“You’re weird” I smirked “and lucky. She cares about you a lot”
I patted him on the shoulder, he whimpered at my touch and I remembered that he had an injured on his shoulder, he refused to tell me how did he injure, and I was growing worried by the minute.
“Stiles, you need to tell me what happened to your shoulder”
“It’s nothing, ok?” he mumbled, grabbing my hand and giving me a sad smile.
A week passed and he didn’t look better at all, it was driving me insane and I didn’t know what to do.
Scott and Stiles argued, something about killing Donovan, and I couldn’t believe when he admitted all, he said that everything was true.
“Scott, say you believe me” Stiles looked broken, so empty that I knew he felt like shit and he wanted to be forgiven.
But there was nothing to forgive.
Scott didn’t say a word, he went back inside and left me and Stiles, or at least what was left of him.
He turned around avoiding my gaze, and I couldn’t stand it anymore, it was too much.
“I believe you, Stiles” Although it came out as a whisper, it was loud enough for him to hear it.
“Why?” He choked, I didn’t realize he was crying until he turned once more, his eyes red and tired.
“Because you’re my best friend, and I know you” I walked closer, standing right in front of him and looking into his hazel eyes, a strange feeling building in the pit of my stomach.
“I’ve killed people, y/n” The rain was so strong that he almost screamed the last part “I might be human, but I’m not better than the beast”
“How can you say that?” I was on the verge of tears, scared of what he could do if I leave him alone “Stiles, you’re not evil nor a killer, you’re my best friend”
“You deserve better friends” he tried to turn his back on me, I grabbed his arm and walk even closer than I was before, only inches apart from his face.
“I have exactly what I deserve” I mumbled, brushing my nose against his, my heart beating so fast that I’d have sworn Scott heard it “which is a kind, funny, supportive best friend like you, who needs my help more than anything right now, so I’m not going anywhere”
“I think you should, I’m not good enough for you or Malia”
Then I remembered- Malia and Stiles were a thing, they loved each other and I was trying to get in the way, even if it was unintentional, what kind of friend was I?
I stepped back, embarrassed for whatever I was doing and feeling like the worst person in the world.
“Well, you’re wrong” I grumbled, trying to control my heartbeat “and there’s nothing you can say to change that, so shut up and take me home”
I quickly walk to his jeep and climbed into the passenger’s seat, waiting for him nervously.