#stiles preference

disclaimers/warnings: swearing, takes place after all events in the show, pretend stydia does not exist, lowercase is intentional!

trope: friends to lovers

pairing: stiles x reader

summary: y/n and stiles have been best friends since you met in the sandbox as kids. going stargazing the night after graduation brings a last chance to reveal the truth you’ve held in for so long

 song: angel by FINNEAS

a/n: first post and first fic ever!?! it’s short but so exciting um i don’t know if anyone will ever see this but if you do then hey! i’m addie :))

Request: Hi, can you please do an imagine with Stiles Stilinski from Teen Wolf where he really likes you and flirts with you all the time but you never notice so eventually he gets frustrated and just tells her that he's been flirting with her forever and that he likes her? Thanks so much Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Reader Words: 432 Warnings: Light swearing A/N: It started off somewhat decent then I had no idea how to end it. Nevertheless, I hope you like it! Also, excuse the really shit title, I had no idea what to call this one.

Stiles winces at the pain shooting through his arm, his fingers wrap around your wrists trying to push away the rag. “Sit still,” You plea for what seems to be the sixth time tonight, “If you would’ve just listened to me this wouldn’t have happened.” Your eyes roll as you plunge the rag into alcohol once more. You dab the cloth against his bloody skin, harder this time out of annoyance. Stiles lets out a scream at the harsh contact.

“Goddamn it, Y/N!” He wails in agony banging his fist on the wooden table he’s seated upon.

“Would you just shut up and let me help you?” Your eyes lock with his for the first time the whole night, “Please,” His face softens as they study your face. “I’m going to do this one more time, okay?” You squeeze out pink liquid from the blood-stained rag, you flick your eyes back to Stiles’ as if asking permission to touch him again. He gives you the slightest of nods taking a deep breath, preparing himself for the pain. “Squeeze my hand,” You tangle your fingers together, you wipe away the last of his blood as quickly as you could. Stiles’ hand squeezes yours tightly as he stifles another scream, he gasps for air when you remove the rag for the final time.

“This newfound heroism is making me very attracted to you,” Stiles chuckles to himself, dropping his eyes from your gaze.

“Even mangled and bloody you still have your sarcasm,” You shake your head reaching across him for gauze.

“Sarcasm is my best defense,” He admits with a sigh.

“So I’ve heard,” You mumble, “Many times,” You wrap the gauze tightly around his arm in efforts to stop the excess bleeding. Stiles scoffs at your words yanking his arm out of your grasp, “Stiles!”

“How can someone so smart be so oblivious,” He laughs to himself, “Have you not noticed how much I flirt with you? God, Y/N, I don’t know how I can make it any more obvious!” He shakes his head, “I like you, like a lot. I thought you would’ve noticed by now, I didn’t think I’d have to spell it out for you. Do I need to? I will. I l-i-k-e y-o-u, want to hear it in Spanish? Me gustas mucho. Get the point?”

Pairings: Stiles x Reader Words: 753 Warnings/Notes: I wrote this awhile back for a fanfiction so I might have missed a few errors with names but I’m pretty sure I fixed it. Summary:Stiles asks you out with a scene from The Notebook.

Stiles stands at the door with his hands tucked into his pockets with a smile, blood rushes to my cheeks, suddenly embarrassed at my lazy clothes and lack of makeup. “I’ll call you back, Lyd.” we say our goodbyes quickly and I place the phone into my pocket.

“I, uh,” he clears his throat into his hand nervously, “Do you wanna go somewhere?” he speaks with a not-so-confident smile.

“Okay.” I smile walking out the door next to him, “Where to Stilinski?” I ask as he leads me to his blue Jeep.

“It’s a surprise,” he says opening my door for me, he waits until I’m seated comfortably before getting in himself. The drive to wherever was mostly silent except the moments when I beg him to tell me where we were heading, he’d only brush it off with a smile but responded with silence. Ten minutes later we arrive in Derek’s front yard, confused I step out while Stiles walks over to me, a smile not leaving his face. “Wait here.” he scurries off into the broken down house leaving me alone only for a minute, his head pops out of the doorway and his arm reaches out to me, beckoning to follow him indoors. My head shakes with a smile but I do as he says. When inside I catch glimpse of a quilt thrown on the floor with a laptop in the middle with snacks scattered around and candles lit high enough to where we won’t catch the place ablaze. “I’m gonna buy it one day and fix it up,” his voice was shaky, “All it needs is a new floor, and walls… And a roof… Plumbing and electric as well.” heat creeps onto his cheeks, eyes pleading for me to say something.

“What?”- my eyebrows furrow together not understanding his sudden interest in Derek’s old home.

“This happened in the Notebook, right?” he clears his throat awkwardly.

“Well what about me, don’t I get a say?” I ask following along with the script trying to mimic Allie’s voice.

“Do you want a say in this?” Bronze eyes beam from across the room when I finally catch on, not missing a beat to his next line. I started to circle around the front room letting my hand run across the blackened walls.

“Yes, I would.” I smile, turning my head away from the collapsing scaffolding and over to the boy who hasn’t left his spot in the middle of the room.

“What do you want?” he questions watching my every move.

“I want a white house, and blue shutters.” I grin, saying every memorized line with ease. “And a room overlooking the river so I can paint.” even though there wasn’t a river or even a pond nearby, the scene worked well with our surroundings.

“Anything else?” Stiles takes slow steps forward until his frame was directly in front of me, so close I could feel his breath tickling the tip of my nose.

“Yes,” I pause, straining for the line to find it’s way to the tip of my tongue, “I want a big ol’ porch that wraps around the entire house, where we can drink tea and watch the sun go down.” It may have been a staged moment, a moment based off fiction, but when we said it aloud to each other it felt so real, so genuine, honest, and pure.

“Okay.” his voice was just above a whisper, his face inching closer towards mine.

“You promise?” I ask, or lips nearly touching.

“I promise.” his lips mold to mine so softly I second guessed if he was even there.

“Good.” I whisper once we pulled away, our eyes gleam as we look into one another’s, happy that this moment finally came upon us.

“Will you be my Allie?” He asks guiding me towards the quilt, slowly laying down holding out his arm for me to join him.

“Only if you’ll be my Noah.” we find our comfortable position, my head on his shoulder with a free hand on my chest, his fingers twisting the tips of my hair between his fingers, with the laptop on his stomach playing a movie we weren’t paying attention to. The computer dies not an hour into the movie leaving us in a peaceful silence.

“I think I’m gonna fall madly in love with you.” Stiles blurts. His heart rate quickens and his fingers stop twirling, I chuckle with a smile tugging at my lips.

Honeymoon 

Stiles : You're honeymoon with Stiles was perfect. You two had agreed on the place you would visit. It being Italy. You spent most of the time in the villa. You and Stiles cuddling all day, doing everything together, when it came to dinner you would head out every night to a different restaurant. When it came to bed, on the first night you did the thing every newly wed did, including a few nights after. But when you honeymoon came to an end you just cuddled in the bed. Your back against Stiles's chest, his arms wrapped around your tightly, making you feel warm and safe.

Derek: With Derek and your honeymoon he kept you in the dark, he didn't let you know where you were heading until you got there. Croatia was the destination of your honeymoon get away. You were in a private, secluded villa on the beach. Every night whilst on your honeymoon was magical and heated. Derek being Derek, was unstoppable. He loved you so much and this was one of the best ways he knew how to show it. When it came to meals you and Derek cooked together, well you did most of the cooking while Derek had his arms around you and continuously kissed you.

Isaac: You tried to keep it a secret where you two were going, but Isaac easily got it out of you. You headed to Tahiti and stayed it a fancy hotel in the middle of the city. Every night you would explore the city, trying different foods and just enjoying each others company. When he came to bed time, if you were actually planning on sleeping, you would be facing Isaac and him facing you, his arm placed around you keeping you close. He would often place little sweet kisses on your forehead, nose and cheek which always made you smile.