𝕙𝕪𝕡𝕠𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝 - stiles stilinski x reader
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"𝕚 𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕙 𝕣𝕖𝕕, 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟
𝕚 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕓𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤" - oozin | beach bunny
words || 𝟙.𝟝𝕜
summary || in which the reader has managed to fall in love with her brother's best friend
a/n || originally called ‘oozin’
warnings || fluff
i sat at the foot of my bed, with stacks of papers and books littering my floor. a pencil rested on my thigh as i read, worn down to a stub. i had been rushing through my homework for the week, earnestly hoping i would have time to meet up with scott and the rest of the pack.
that is, if he’d even let me come. he despised how involved i’d gotten with this entire ‘supernatural’ fiasco, thinking me totally defenseless in a world teeming with violent creatures. of course, he forgets that both himself and his friends are only about a year older than me. i’m sure he revels in playing the protective older brother, though.
i heard a door open from downstairs, and quiet chatter. my attention towards my work had completely disappeared, so I went downstairs to see who had come by.
as i made my way, i heard scott’s distinct voice - with an unusually cheerful tone. i realized exactly why after I heard a certain name escape his lips.
“allison.” he spoke with so much enthusiasm, it took a lot not to start giggling. i caught his eye as i entered the kitchen. what i didn’t expect, however, was his visitor. stiles stilinski.
i felt my pulse slightly quicken, and my ears heat up.
scott’s known stiles maybe a week longer than i’ve known him. he’d always just been my brother’s best friend - someone you’d find at your house every friday, and who you’d occasionally watch movies or eat dinner with.
it was nearly 2 years ago now. the night we spent hiding out from a thunderstorm, while scott was stuck at the hospital with mom. stiles came over, already lightly soaked, saying something about scott telling him to wait for him there. i retired into my room, hoping to avoid the boyish hollering that could and probably would occur the moment scott walked in.
but, as the rain continued pouring, i realized scott wouldn’t make it. i peeked out of my room, noticing stiles lounging on the couch - with his phone in hand and his eyes fixed out the window. i decide to pass him, instead walking to the kitchen, and making two cups of tea. gripping both cups tightly, i made my way to the living room.
“scooch.” i muttered, nudging stiles with my knee. he jumped slightly, probably not expecting me. when he notices the cups in my hands, he immediately moves over, making space for me on the couch. i handed him his cup and grabbed the remote, before falling softly onto the couch. we sipped in silence for a few moments.
“so, what were you and scott planning today?” i decided to break the silence.
“oh - um, we were gonna watch horror movies.” he sipped again. “mostly bad horror movies.” my eyes lit up at the idea.
“oh, good. making fun of my movies is my specialty. let me grab some snacks.” he gave me a quizzical look, as i placed my cup down and gave him the remote.
“sorry?” i turned to him again.
“scott’s not coming home tonight. might as well still have some fun.” he shrugged.
“y’know what? that sounds pretty good.” he smiled, before starting to fidget with the remote. i got up, ready to rummage around the kitchen for popcorn.
ever since then, our whole dynamic was different. something about that night changed the way we talked to each other, the time we spent together and, at least for me, the way i saw him.
suddenly, he wasn’t just one of my brother’s friends. he was an actual person - someone who was funny and interesting to talk to. and cute. me realizing that stiles wasn’t just the young goofy kid in the year above me, and was instead an attractive guy my age, really fucked me up bad.
and, because of it, i could barely look him in the eyes anymore without feeling my cheeks and ears heat up.
i just hoped he hasn’t noticed yet.
it was friday - the day of the pack meeting. usually, i would ask - or, more likely, beg - scott if i could come, but today i decided to come as malia’s plus one. we had both decided to stay at school a little late - catching up on homework and assignments. the meeting wasn’t really meant to start before 6 anyways, so we took our sweet time.
i grabbed the spare key for our door from under a flower pot on our porch. i knocked twice, letting everyone know we were entering, before swinging the door open and walking inside. everyone was already there, and they were all gathered around in the living room - some standing, some slouching, some sitting. malia went to join them as i locked the door. when i turned back around, scott was looking at me, very annoyed that i had come without really consulting him.
“i hope you’re only here so that you can go up to your room.” i scoffed.
“you wish, dork.” i took a seat next to isaac, crossing my legs and waiting for scott to start talking. out of my peripheral, i noticed stiles come and sit next to me. pathetically, my body heated up once more.
thankfully, the meeting was short. i contributed enough - hoping that my comments would secure my place next time. in fact, our corner of the room was the most productive, with me and stiles constantly bouncing ideas off each other, as well as everyone else.
i was wishing everyone a good night as they left my house - ready to occupy their evenings with god knows what. scott, almost immediately, retired into his own room - exhausted and worried about the pack. i felt bad for messing with him earlier. i closed the front door, sighing quietly, before turning back to the living room.
i jump. stiles is still there, standing against the wall opposite the door. my heart quickens, but i convince myself it was because of the scare. i laugh, smacking him lightly on the arm.
“you ass, why’d you sneak up on me.” he responded with a weak chuckle. “hey, you okay?” i was a little confused by his reaction.
“yeah, yeah - of course. um, do you have a minute to talk?” my confusion grew.
“oh. yeah, yeah sure. let’s talk in the kitchen?” he clears his throat, nodding.
“sounds good.” his whole demeanor had changed since the meeting. he’d been confident, sarcastic and witty - constantly making quips. but now, he was nervously fidgeting - cracking his knuckles, scratching his neck and sinking into the wall. it was, suffice to say, concerning.
i led him to the kitchen, and we both stood against the counter.
“so, what’s up?” i turn to look at him.
“i - uh-” he pauses, “how do i say this?” he looks at the floor.
“what? you can tell me.” i try to reassure him. his eyes come up to meet mine, and he stares intently for a few seconds. as much as i try to hold his gaze, i feel myself need to look away, trying to make the loss of eye contact as normal as possible. noticing my reaction, a quiet laugh escapes him.
“god, scott’s going to kill me.” he reaches for my hand, swiftly placing his own over it. my eyes drop to his hand, before looking back up at him. “you’re way too smart for you to have not guessed by now.” my eyes widen.
“are you making fun of me? i’m more of an idiot than i let on, like-” him squeezing my hand stops me.
“can’t you see?” he emphasizes the word with another squeeze. “you seriously haven’t noticed?” i maintain my confused stare. “i like you. more than a friend, or anyone else.” my eyes widen, again, but this time due to shock.
“you what?” he groans.
“i want to be more to you than your brother’s friend.” he cringes at the phrase. “look, half the times i make plans with scott is so that i can see you. i need you to know that you mean so much more to me than that. you’re more to me than just a friend.”
i stare dumbfounded for a few seconds, before groaning. when i look back at him, a look of pure worry is on his face.
“god, i’m so sorry, i knew i shouldn’t have said-” i pull him into a deep hug, immediately shutting him up, and he tentatively wraps his own arms around me.
“men.” i mutter before letting go of him, “pretty fucking hypocritical of you to call me dumb for not noticing when i’ve felt the exact same way for years.” it was his turn to look shocked.
“you have?”
“of course! god, you’re so blind.” my joking insult immediately snaps him back to normal.
“excuse me? if i’m blind what does that make you?” he had perfected his look of fake offense, and i just had to laugh.
“how about we leave it at the fact that we’re both idiots?” i hold my hands up in surrender. he starts laughing with me.
“fine. truce.”
