angelcakes🪽

── ★ ˙🔦 ‧₊˚ but without you, what am i? . . ᵎᵎ

ೃ⁀➷ pairing : post void!stiles x bsf!fem!reader

˗ˏˋ synopsis : ( part two to this! ) ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

𑁥౿ note : this is kinda very short and terrible and it's been like 3 months so idrk if anyone still wants this but i tried to end it okay 🤕

"what are you doing here?" you crossed your arms, partially to cover yourself and partially to show him how upset you were.

he sighed, readjusting where he sat on your roof. "i'm here to apologize, obviously." he rolled his eyes jokingly, but you didn't give him the satisfaction of smiling.

he noticed, you could tell by the way his lips slightly pouted.

"look, i'm really sorry, okay? i wasn't trying to hurt you. i just–i can't look at you." his voice came out stretched, as if he was in pain, but your focus was on his words.

i can't look at you.

your top lip curled in agitation, "look, stiles, i don't care if you don't feel the same way, but i'm not going to be ignored and treated like the last decade of our friendship doesn't matter."

"obviously it matters." stiles quipped without hesitation. "seriously though, can i come inside? just enough so i don't fall backwards and die?"

you rolled your eyes to conceal the smile that almost broke out on your face. "fine." while he climbed over the ledge and balanced himself properly, you tried to wipe away any dried tears. "now start talking."

there was a longer pause than you expected, so long that you were honestly debating kicking him out again. but right when you started to, he spoke. three words, his voice soft and quiet, almost sounding defeated.

"i love you." you watched his adam's apple bob with a gulp, "i mean, obviously, but...i was there when the nogitsune was in control. i saw how i hurt you, and i can't handle it. every time i look at you, i... i just can't hurt you like that again."

as much as a confession from him would be nice, right now was not the moment. i love you, obviously. it's obvious because it's as a friend, right? it's the most straightforward thing he's said in the past month, and it's still confusing.

i love you has many different meanings. he should know that.

"you're hurting me right now."

the pain in his watery eyes did nothing to make you feel better. "i know."

"i'm not upset over the nogitsune thing anymore." you took a deep breath, "i just want my best friend back."

"i don't want to hurt you."

"you can't keep me from ever getting hurt, stiles."

stiles wiped a tear off his cheek before you could even process it running down. he cleared his throat and took a step closer.

"i don't want to be your friend."

"oh." you were stepping back before you could even think of a response. panic ran through stiles' body as he quickly grabbed your wrist to pull you in again.

"shit, not like that. i mean, i want to be more than your friend. more than your best friend."

your shoulders relaxed, your lungs filling with oxygen you desperately needed. "you love me?"

he scoffed, avoiding direct eye contact. "obviously. i've had a raging crush on you since like, the third grade."

"uh, no. no, no, i remember the exact moment you declared you had a crush on lydia."

he chuckled a little, "c'mon, in third grade you can have more than one crush."

"and in sophomore year of high school?"

"that's when you start lying so your best friend doesn't realize you actually like her."

"right."

your mixed giggles slowed down, the unrelenting tension of unaddressed feelings still lingering. stiles' breath fanned across your face, weirdly minty for midnight.

"did you brush your teeth before coming over?"

"what? no.."

you debated saying your next words, but figured it couldn't hurt at this point. "you wanna.. kiss me?"

stiles brain short-circuited momentarily before catching up. with a breathy smile, he leaned in closer. "obviously."

"obviously." you cooed back at him.

and when his lips finally pressed against yours, wholeheartedly stiles, you finally felt like you had your best friend back.

*opens tumblr to search x reader, only to pull an all nighter.*