you woke me up - stiles stilinski
a/n: hi guys!! im so sorry, its been SO long ugh. literally school has been kicking my butt, i cant wait to graduate. i also went to see the runarounds last week and my (second) nephew was born on thursday, plus tons of schoolwork and tests so ive been thrown for a loop this past week fs. ANYWHO, here's my beloved stiles fic that i have been promising you guys for literally ages. im in love with it, i think its one of the best things ive written hehe. enjoyyyy!!
synopsis: you and stiles have been best friends since 3rd grade when he accidentally tripped in front of the whole class and you were the only one to help him up - other than scott, of course. recently, feelings have been stirred around for stiles and something may have shifted as he notices he’s been really concerned about you & your life recently.
ᯓ𝄞 ˎˊ˗ song for this fic: you woke me up by kevian kraemer (i highly reccommend listening to this song while reading!! it fits the whole vibe for sure, and i modeled the fic after the lyrics in the song!!)
“Please come with me, I literally can’t show up alone,” Stiles says, following you as closely as possible in the crowded school hallway. “It’s, like, the lacrosse party of the year. Every guy is gonna show up with some girl, and what’s better than showing up with my bestest friend? Right?” He smiles goofily at you as you lean against your locker, your arms crossed as you look at him with narrow eyes and a tilted head.
“I thought Scott was your bestest friend.” You raise your eyebrows, laughing softly.
“He- well. He is- but. You’re, like, a really close second and.. And he’ll already be there anyway, so..” Stiles starts bouncing on his heels like a toddler wanting to get his way, his flannel swaying with the movement. “Pleeeaaaseeeeee. I swear if you don’t answer me, I will get down on my knees right here and now and embarrass you in front of everyone.”
You snort, looking up at him. “I think that would embarrass you more than it would me, Sti.” He glances at you with a challenging look on his face before sinking down to the ground slowly. Your eyes widen, and you quickly yank him up by his arm.
“Ow Ow Ow Ow,” Stiles yelps as he’s pulled up from the ground. He rubs his arm with a pouty expression on his face, whining at the “pain” he feels.
“Oh, be quiet, like that actually hurt.” You sigh, “I’ll go with you. Just.. never.. EVER.. do that again. Got it?” His lips break out into the widest smile you’ve ever seen plastered on his face, and suddenly, Stiles’s arms are flying around you, wrapping you in a very tight hug.
“THANK YOU! I love you, I love you, I love you. I owe you my life.” He mumbles against the top of your head as he rests his head on top of it.
Looking up at him and smiling, you sigh. “I’ll bring a book so I don’t have to interact with anyone then.”
“Sounds good.” Stiles pulls back, looking at you with a glistening look in his eyes. “As long as you’re there with me, I’m okay with whatever you do.” Well, at the moment, he was okay with it. But later on, he would regret that statement.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The curling iron sizzles as you wrap your hair around it, curling the strand to be a cute little ringlet. You let it fall, curling the very last pieces before brushing them out to be looser. You’ve never been to a real party before, only hearing of them when you were sitting in class through hushed whispers. People talk about who they saw or made out with during a random party at some person’s house like it’s something to be proud of. You never understood the hype behind it. Why make out with someone just to forget about them the next day? You were never the type for quick little flings, you wanted a real commitment. Something that would last.
After finishing hair and makeup - clueless on what to wear to a party - you pick out a black cropped tank top and a short maroon skirt. Something basic, but good enough for a party. You put it on carefully so you don’t ruin the curls you spent so much time doing as ‘Back To Friends’ by Sombr plays on your bluetooth speaker in the corner of your room.
Just as you are pulling on your socks and Dr. Martens boots, the doorbell rings. You lace up one boot, then the doorbell rings again. And again. Over and over. Groaning loudly, you finish putting on your boots and grab your mini purse, putting your phone and lipgloss into it before heading downstairs to the front door.
You yank it open, revealing a startled Stiles. He’s wearing a black long sleeve with blue jeans and black Converse. “Hi.” He chokes out, smiling goofily before not-so-subtly looking you up and down.
“What? Does it look bad?” Stiles follows your movements as you run your hand down your tanktop and skirt, smoothing it out. “I’ve never been to a party before, so I had no clue what to wear.” You sigh, looking up at Stiles.
“WHAT?” Stiles squeaks “N-no. It’s.. you.. I mean.. The whole..” He gestures to your outfit, exhaling air from his mouth and widening his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s great, you’re great, you- you look amazing.” He laughs nervously, clearing his throat and rocking back on his heels. “Um.. are you cold? It’s pretty cold out here, I have a flannel in my car if you want it?”
You nod eagerly, “Oh for sure, yes I will be stealing that. I’m freezing.” You laugh, Stiles not being able to keep from breaking out into a large smile seeing you laugh.
The old Stiles would have never said something nice about your outfit. He would’ve made a joke about it to show his love, friendship-wise of course, then compliment you way later. But now? Now, everything is way different than it used to be. He notices more things about you, notices the way your hair falls perfectly on your shoulders and how you twist the ring on your finger he got you for your birthday last year when you’re nervous. It seems as though when he’s around you, everything is heightened. Your presence, your scent - the smell of your shampoo and perfume wafting towards him every time the wind blows. He finds himself missing you when you’re in a different class than him at school. He’s never felt this way before, not even about Lydia when he had a crush on her. Well, he claims to still have a crush on her but nobody knows that he’s moved on. Especially you. You could never know.
You pull him out of his thoughts by saying, “Stiles. Stiles Stilinski? Mieczysław Stilinski?” Smiling, you wave a hand in front of his face, slapping him gently.
He grabs your hand, laughing. “Sorry, just zoned out a bit there.” You nodded as if to say ‘duh’ as he still held onto your hand. “Oh, and by the way. You did not use my government name.”
“Oh I did.” You narrow your eyes at him, smirking mischievously. “Whatcha gonna do about it, Stilinski?”
“Ohhoho…” He laughs, rolling his eyes before looking back at you with a softened gaze in his eyes. “I’ll get you back later.”
“I’m sure you will.” You laugh as he leads you to his rickety old Jeep, opening the door for you. “Wow, what a gentleman. What’s gotten into you?”
Stiles hangs onto the door handle, smiling at you softly. “Oh, just.. Practicing for when I finally get to take Lydia out on a date.. Obviously.” He scoffs dramatically, knowing he’s completely over Lydia anyways. He shuts the door once you’re in the car safely before going around to his side and hopping in the driver's seat.
“Pffft.” You laugh when he gets in the car, Stiles glancing at you concernedly. “Like Lydia will ever agree to go out with you.”
“Oh, be quiet.” He narrows his eyes at you before starting the car and backing out of your driveway carefully. He reminds himself he has to be careful driving, especially since he has very special cargo sitting in his passenger seat. Stiles can’t help but wonder what’s changed between you two. Maybe it’s just the fact you’re both getting older, and Stiles is more mature and able to pick up on things with you easily. That has to be what the butterfly feeling in his stomach is. Right?
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------The bass can be heard thumping from inside the house as soon as Stiles pulls up to the curb, throwing the Jeep into park, the whole thing shuddering with the shift of the gears. You look out at the house, people cluttered around in the front yard, drinking mysterious things in red Solo cups.
“Hey, you alright?” Stiles says, looking at you and immediately feeling that funny butterfly feeling in his stomach the second you make eye contact with him. It’s probably just nerves about the party, he convinces himself.
“Hm? Oh, yeah I- I’m all good.” You sigh, looking back out the window. “One hundred percent..” Bringing your nails up to your mouth, you start biting them anxiously, but Stiles grabs your hand and pulls it away, holding it gently.
“Listen, if you’re uncomfortable I promise we can leave.” He looks at you intently, his eyes sparkling. “We can go back to my house and watch one of your cheesy romcom movies with your favorite snacks and just..relax.” He rubs his thumb across your knuckles, calming you down.
Scanning his face, you sigh. “No, no. This is important to you” Stiles starts to object, but you stop him. “Stop. You always do things for me and are there for me whenever I need something so.. It’s time to pay you back. I want to go, it looks fun just.. Overwhelming.”
“Okay, then.” He sighs, turning off the car, getting out, coming around to your side, and opening your door. Stiles grabs your hand, helping you step down from the Jeep. “If at any time you want to leave, please let me know and we’ll go immediately. I swear.”
You smile softly, “Thanks, Stiles. You’re the best.”
Walking towards the house, people don’t even pay attention to you. Everyone is waving at Stiles, dapping him up, patting him on the back, however, they just ignore you. Which you’re not mad about even in the slightest. You rather be ignored than noticed, hiding in the shadows rather than the center of attention. Stiles leads you into the house, strobe lights flashing different colors all over the place as some rap song you’ve never heard fills the room, somehow shaking the whole house. How they haven’t gotten a noise complaint yet, you don't know.
“You wanna go get drinks?” Stiles turns to you, smiling widely and putting his hand on the small of your back.
“Oh, um. I probably won’t drink anything.. alcoholic. I’ll drive you home.” You smile and Stiles nods, leading you into the kitchen. Stiles grabs a Solo cup and fills it up with some odd looking, neon green mixture. It looks toxic. You just grab a Diet Coke. “You can go ahead and go.. Socialize or whatever, Sti. I’ll be okay.” You smile softly.
“Really?” He looks at you concernedly. “Did you bring a book?” Stiles laughs, nudging you softly as he looks around, trying to find you a safe place to sit where he could check on you.
“Mhm!” You smile up at him, nudging him back with your shoulder. Opening your purse, you pull out your book, waving it in front of Stiles’s face. “Seeee?”
“Yeah, yeah.” He smiles, then points to a couch in the corner of the room, people gathered far in front of it but not too close to it. “There’s the perfect spot for you. C'mon” Stiles laces your fingers and once again, that little fluttery feeling comes along. He blames it on the few sips of his drink this time. Arriving at the couch you plop down, getting your book out of your purse and curling into the corner of the couch. “Are you comfortable?’
“Course I am.” You crack open your book, resting it on your legs. “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be for sure.” Lifting the can to your mouth, you take a sip of your Diet Coke and sit it between you and the couch, making sure to keep an eye on it.
Stiles somehow reads your mind, saying “Hey, watch your drink, mkay? Don’t want anyone putting something in there.” He points at you, raising his eyebrows before leaving, running up to Scott who’s standing by the front door with Kira.
You open your book, attempting to read a few lines but becoming easily distracted by the environment around you. The thoughts inside your head don’t help out much either, considering they are full of Stiles for some reason. His hand on your back, him making sure you’re okay, him holding your hand.. You shake your head, trying to snap out of it. The thoughts come right back. This time, you’re wondering why he didn’t ask Lydia to come with him to the party. She would’ve fit in perfectly here. She would’ve been the life of the party. And, he’s head over heels for the girl so.. Why didn’t he ask her instead of you?
All of a sudden, you feel a tap on your shoulder, pulling you out of your own mind. “Hi.” A voice says and you look up, seeing a guy with brown fluffy hair and glasses. “I’m new here, I just joined the lacrosse team, um.” He sticks out his hand “My name’s Alec.”
You smile up at him, shaking his hand. “Hi.” He sits down next to you and you talk for a while, telling him your name and just random things about your school since he just moved. “What number are you on the team?”
“Oh, number 11.” He smiles, “My favorite number, actually.”
“No way, that’s my favorite number too.” You laugh, shaking your head. “What a small world.”
“So many people and so many favorite numbers, yet we somehow met with the exact same one, hm?” He raises his eyebrows, nudging you with his shoulder.
“How crazy!” You exaggerate, the pair of you laughing loudly.
Stiles can hear your laughter from anywhere, recognizing it in an instant. He’s heard it ever since he made you laugh for the first time in 3rd grade, after he made a witty remark to the whole class after tripping over his backpack and allowing you to help him up. He loved your laugh, always going out of his way just to hear it. So, when he hears you laughing, he turns around, searching the room to find you still on the couch you were at when he left you. However, you weren’t alone. Some guy was sitting a little too close for comfort to you, his eyes following your hand as you place it on the guy’s shoulder and laugh.
Energy bubbles up within him, some strong feeling taking control of his feet and moving them across the room to you, feeling as if he’s not in control of his own body. Stiles can’t help but wonder why this guy is getting him so pissed off. Maybe it’s because he had a strong feeling that the guy was bad news? Or was it just because he was convincing himself the guy was bad news? Was his feelings really his feelings, or was the mysterious green liquid he drunk earlier possessing him? Before he could answer his own questions, he realized he was standing over you two sitting on the couch, both of you looking at him with confused expressions across your faces as he just stands there and doesn’t say a word.
“Sti, what are you doing?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.
He blinks a couple times, realizing he hasn’t spoken a word. “Oh, uh. Just wanted to introduce myself to um.. To the new guy here.” Stiles turns towards Alec, frowning a little. “I, uh, haven’t noticed you around before, I’m Stiles. Stilinski. Stiles Stilinski. The sheriff’s son. Lacrosse player, number 24.” He smiles, sticking his hand out, almost smacking the guy in the face. “Oh, sorry, I drank something a little odd. I think it was like.. An energy drink and alcohol combined?” He laughs loudly, shaking his head and slurring his words.
Alec stares back at Stiles, gulping and laughing awkwardly. He grabs Stiles’s hand, shaking it with caution. “Uhh.. hi? I’m Alec. Valdez. Alec Valdez.” He says, mocking the way Stiles introduced himself. “I’m number 11.”
Stiles nods, looking at you. “Your favorite number, hm?” You nod. “Remember why? Cause we were 11 years old when we had that ‘yes’ day with Scott and his mom. She let us do anything, but we couldn’t think of anything fun to do so we just stayed in and watched movies all day. We stayed up till like, what, 3am? Oh, and you realized you loved Spiderman and devoted your life to him, then claimed the day was the best day of your life? It was a life-changing moment, for sure.” You smile as Stiles brings back the memories to your mind. “Oh, right, and because everything great has happened to you either on the 11th day of the month or at 11:00, morning or night. Like when we first met in third grade on August 11th? Oh, and when you got your first car at 11:45 on the morning of your 16th birthday?”
You nod, now frowning a little. “Okay, yes, so why are you mentioning all this?”
He shrugs, looking down at you. “I dunno, I just felt sentimental about how close we are and how we know each other so well.” He smiles softly.
Alec frowns and looks between the both of you, confused. “Oh, are you two- like togeth-” He’s cut off by you, your eyes wide and face flushed.
“NO. No, Stiles and I have been best friends since third grade. We are in no way dating. At all. Just big ole pals. Right Sti?”
“Uh-huh. Best buds.” He smiles, which is very different from the way he feels on the inside.
“Oh good.” Alec says “Because I was just about to ask you if you wanted to go bowling with me tomorrow night? Like, maybe a date?” He looks at you, smiling the most beautiful smile you think you’ve ever seen.
“Um, yeah actually.” You smile back, blushing. “I would love to. Even though I absolutely suck at bowl-” You’re now the one cut off, noticing how Stiles is turning paler and paler as you speak from the corner of your eye. “Uh, Sti you.. You good?”
He shakes his head, grabbing his stomach and running over to the corner, vomiting all over a house plant. You gasp, running over to him and patting his back. “Uhh, Alec. I think I better get Stiles home. Um.. Scott can give you my number, yeah?”
Alec nods, growing queasy himself as he looks away. “Uh-huh just, get him away I… I hate v-vomit.” He gags, getting up and running over to Scott who is in the kitchen.
“Sti, let’s get you home, mkay?” He nods, leaning on you as you walk him to the front door, your arm wrapped around his back. You get to the Jeep, helping him into the passenger seat before going around to the driver’s seat, getting in and cranking the car.
Before he knows it, Stiles is being helped into his bed and given a bottle of water and some Advil. He watches you out of squinted eyes, pretending he’s asleep as you put a trash can next to his bed, just in case. You lift the covers over him, tucking them underneath him and patting his arm. You whisper, “Text me when you wake up, Sti. Love you.” and with that, you walk out of the room.
He’s left alone in darkness, feeling something wet slide down his cheeks and drip on his sheets. Stiles reaches up and wipes his eyes, realizing tears are breaking free. He almost never cries, so why is he now? He feels numb, but obviously his subconscious is feeling differently.
For the first time in years, Stiles lulls himself to sleep through sobbing tears.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------He wakes up and groans, immediately taking the Advil you left on his nightstand and gulping down water. Stiles waddles to the bathroom, looking in the mirror and discovering his eyes are puffy and bloodshot. He immediately hops into the shower, washing off the emotions from the night before and then going right back to his bed, clicking on his phone.
A notification from you appears, the feeling he felt all night suddenly returning.
hey, sti. idk if you remember anything from last night lol you were pretty knocked out. anyways, i just wanted to say that you need to stay hydrated and DRINK COFFEE!! i love you and i will see you later tonight to help you study for the math test we have tomorrow (ik u forgot so here’s ur reminder), but after my super hot date with ALEC (; . text me when you wake up!!
He sighs, remembering why he felt so sad. Remembering how he felt so numb, yet tears slid down his cheeks even through attempting to push them down. He’s confused, wondering if the cause of all those emotions and butterfly feelings was the drink he nursed all night, why he was feeling them even when sober?
Stiles types out a message, tears appearing in his eyes once more.
I’m up. Hope you have fun. See you later. Love you.
And for the first time, Stiles realized he actually meant it. But this time, not in a friend type of way. In a way that he really, really, wanted you to be more than his best friend. He runs a hand over his face, groaning. He clicks on Scott’s contact, typing out another message.
I’m in love with her, Scott. I’m in love with my best friend.
Scott responds: Finally, you realize.
i hope you enjoyed it! keep an eye out for part two (:
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