#stilesxreader

pairing: stiles stilinski x fem!hale!reader

summary: stiles finds out you're dereks sister and has to cope with the news lol

warnings: none, just canon typical losers flirting lol

note: just gonna leave this here lmao. this is just a little drabble, but i hope you guys like it!!

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱᴛɪʟᴇꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟɪɴꜱᴋɪ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴄᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋꜱ, ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ʜᴀʀᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴍ ᴏꜰ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ, ᴄᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ, ꜱᴄʀᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ,ʙʀɪᴇꜰ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴜʀɢɪɴɢ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴡᴇʟʟ, ɪɴꜱᴇᴄᴜʀɪᴛɪᴇꜱ, ᴍᴀʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ, ʟᴏᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ꜱᴄᴏᴛᴛ'ꜱ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴄᴀʟ ʀɪᴠᴀʟꜱ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ʙɪʀᴛʜ, ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴇʟʏ ᴋɪᴅꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ꜱʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏᴛʜ ꜱᴛɪʟᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴄᴏᴛᴛ, ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ, ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ ʜᴇʀ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴏʟ ꜰᴏʀ 7 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ, ꜱʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴀᴄᴏɴ ʜɪʟʟꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴇᴘ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, 2 ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ

a/n - this is an old series i started when i first started writing fanfictions and there were a lot of problems with it but now i am finally updating it after so long. all of the chapters that i have done are linked below but be warned that not all of them are updated, only a few. but they will all be updated and more chapters are set to come... hopefully!

"She's going to think I'm stalking her"

Overview: Just a cute little drabble about penguins and Stiles Stilinski, dedicated to @snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales​.

Characters: Stiles x Reader

Word Count: 737

Warnings: None

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They’re just penguins, okay?

And Scott is just a werewolf.

And Derek’s backstory is just complicated.

You gnaw at your bottom lip and force a sigh out of your nostrils.

“Oh my god, did you-“ Stiles lightly slaps your arm, eyes fully focused ahead- “did you see that? The dude penguin just touched his flipper to the girl’s. Wow, I mean-“ his nose squishes against the glass, forehead accompanying the action- “nature, you know?”

You look down at your vastly empty hand, wipe the sweat that’s collected there on your jeans. “Uh-huh.”

He turns to face you, eyes slightly scrunched. “You good?”

You blink, try to wipe any evidentiary looks from your features that may have been there without your consent. “What? Yes, why? Of course I’m good.”

His eyebrows rise. “Right, because that was a super convincing rebuttal. I thought you wanted to come see the penguins-“

“-before they’re released, yeah, yeah. I did. I do.” You force a grin that feels like a grimace and step closer to the glass enclosure. “What were you saying about them holding hands?”

It was just the way he would wrap his arm around your shoulder while walking down the halls at school. Just the way he would always drive over in his Jeep to hang out and watch dumb TV shows with you after you’d had a bad day. Just the way he would laugh at your jokes, even if they weren’t all that funny. Just the way he listened to your late night rambles on the phone. Just the way he could always make you smile.

Just the way he was…well, Stiles.

“They mate for life, you know.” He cuts back into your thoughts, his voice as soft as the smile on his face. “Not many people can claim that kind of loyalty, much less prove it.”

“You can.”

It slips past your lips, a half whisper. Your insides freeze up, teeth clenched together. You’re hopeful he wasn’t paying attention, but of course he hears you.

“What?” he asks, fully focused on you now. His foot nudges your leg when you don’t immediately answer.

You sigh, swallow down your embarrassment. “You can claim that kind of loyalty. You’re the most loyal person I know. We all count on you for so much, and you’re always there. Literally, always, even when there’s a thunderstorm, and you ran to my house in the pouring rain because your Jeep wouldn’t start, because I’d called to tell you I was lonely and you said you’d be right over, and you weren’t going to break your word.”

Your teeth find your tongue as you reel your brain back in alongside it. You look away from the penguins, Stiles’ eyes instantly catching yours and holding them in place. Your cheeks go warm, and you want to look away, but you don’t.

He smirks. “So what you’re saying is-” his arms go out to his sides in a grand flourish- “I’m kind of awesome.”

You grin and playfully shove against his chest. “And so humble, too.”

Stiles laughs, and the robust sound of it makes everything snap back to normal. You smile and wrap your arm through his, tugging him towards the exit. “Come on, let’s go get some french fries. I’m starving.”

He falls into step beside you. “I could eat.”

You roll your eyes. “You can always eat.”

“True.”

And then his hand is suddenly sliding down your arm, firmly grasping your palm, fingers sliding between yours. Your step falters, but only for the second it takes to recompose yourself from the surprise. His grip is solid, but somewhat sweaty. You glance at him from the corner of your eye, see the indention in his cheek from where he’s biting it, the bead of sweat in his hairline despite the fact that it’s a relatively cold day.

You squeeze his hand and keep on walking, like everything is still normal, even though it’s definitely not. Well, not the normal it used to be, anyway. Maybe it’s a new normal. Maybe it doesn’t mean anything. I mean, it’s just holding hands.

And penguins are just overwhelmingly cute.

And Stiles is just the guy you’re in love with.

You turn your head and he does the same, an uncertain but genuine smile pulling up the corners of his mouth as he looks at you.

And right now, for today, everything is just perfect.

Created: 02/09/21

Last Updated: 02/09/21

A/N: Part 1 of the Stiles Sis Fic series based on Season 1 Episode 1. I am writing the entire series out of order (because some episodes are just easier than others). In general, it follows the outline of the show with an added plotline for the reader. And as always, I appreciate your comments and feedback. For more of my writing, check out my Masterlist here.  

“Y/n, get ready we have to go,” Stiles demanded as he burst into your bedroom.

“Go where Stiles? It’s late and we have school tomorrow...as in the first day of sophomore year,” you replied rolling your eyes.

“We are going to Scott’s house,” he answered throwing your shoes and jacket at you.

“Stiles, we were at Scott’s earlier,” you groaned.

“Yes but earlier, there wasn’t a call on the police scanner that said two joggers found a body in the woods, was there?” he remarked pulling out his phone to call Scott.

“Are you serious?” 

“Dead serious.”

You rushed to put on your jacket and follow him out to Roscoe. This was going to be an interesting night, and you were all for it.

Scott still hadn’t answered his phone, so Stiles came up with a plan to gain his attention. Knowing that the plan was devised by your brother, it was overly complicated. So you decided to sit back and watch. Stiles refused to just knock on the door, he couldn’t ring the doorbell like a normal person. No, he decided to climb up to Scott’s room. You saw Scott come out on his porch with a bat and then Stiles fell down. Scott almost clobbered him with the bat. They both shrieked like little girls.

Scott finally yelled, “Stiles what the hell are you doing?”

This is when you decided to make your entrance. “You weren’t answering your phone,” you mocked your brother.

Stiles shot you a dirty look for that comment, but soon remembered his purpose, “Dude, you won’t believe this. My dad left 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called, they are bringing in every Beacon Hills officer and even the State Police” he recalled.

“For what?” Scott asked.

“Two joggers found a body in the woods” Stiles replied.

“A dead body?” Scott asked in disbelief.

“No, a body of water, yes Scott, a dead body” Stiles answered sarcastically.

“So like murder?” Scott questioned.

“They don’t know yet, just that is was a girl in her twenties.” Stiles clarified.

“So if they have the body, what are they looking for?” Scott reasoned.

“That’s the best part, they only found half…we’re going!” Stiles declared.

You laughed at his eagerness and then waited for Scott to get ready. The three of you headed to the woods. When suddenly it dawned on you. “Hey Stiles, do we know which half of the body we are looking for?” you asked.

“Oh, I didn’t even think of that.”

“Yeah, and what if the murderer is still out there and we run into them?” Scott questioned.

“I didn’t think of that either. We can take my bat.”

“Yeah, cause that’ll save us,” you say rolling your eyes, “Another well thought out plan by Stiles Stilinski.”

It wasn’t long before Stiles pulled into the preserve. “Are we really doing this?” Scott asked as the three of you exited the jeep.

“Come on man, you are the one who always complaining that nothing ever happens in this town,” Stiles answered.

“I just wanted to get a good night's sleep before tryouts and school tomorrow” Scott explained double-checking that he had his inhaler.

“Right! Because sitting on the bench takes sooo much effort,” Stiles quipped.

“Stiles! stop being such an ass, he plays more than you do,” you shot back.

“It’s fine, I’ll bet you that not only do I play more than you this year, but I will make first line,” Scott challenged.

“That’s a good one Scott. I mean I guess everyone should have dreams even if they are pathetically unrealistic,” Stiles answered.

“Okay, change of topic,” you announced having heard enough of the ‘alpha male’ fight for one night, “Stiles where are we going?” you asked as he started to lead you up a hill. You decided to go last, so Scott wouldn’t be left behind when he needed to use his inhaler.

“Just a little further, we are almost there,” Stiles urged.

“Stiles, how the hell do you know where we are going? The police don’t even know where they are going,” Scott demanded.

“I have a feeling,” Stiles remarked.

“I have a feeling” you mocked under your breath, which earned a laugh from Scott.

Stiles suddenly took off at a sprint yelling for you and Scott to follow him. But Scott was in the process of using his inhaler and you had the only other flashlight. When the two of you went to follow Stiles you saw that he had been caught by your dad. You hid in a ditch and listened in. “Where are your usual partners in crime?” your dad interrogated.

“What? You mean Scott and Y/n? They didn’t come. They were too worried about school tomorrow” Stiles answered, “It’s just me in the woods, alone…”

Your dad flashed the light around to confirm that you and Scott weren’t there. And then he left, walking Stiles back to the Jeep. You and Scott sat there a minute and then started to head to the main road. The only problem was that it was now much darker than it had been when you arrived and everything was starting to blend together.

“Do you think we should split up?” Scott asked.

“I don’t know, I mean we don’t know what is out there and we only have one flashlight,” you answered taking a mental note to pound Stiles later for leaving the two of you out here in the dark.

“Okay here is the deal, we can’t be that far from the road. So you walk sixty paces that way and I’ll walk sixty paces this way,” Scott said gesturing. “Then we turn around and come back. We will meet here by this,” he continued, sticking a stick into the ground.

You reluctantly agreed and started walking. After about twenty paces you regret your decision. It was scary before, but at least you weren’t alone. Alone. That was a weird concept. For as long as you could remember Stiles or Scott had been by your side. But now it was just you. And the ½ of a dead body. And the animals. And potentially the murderer. ‘That’s it, this is how I’m going to die’ you thought. Suddenly you heard noises. You secretly hoped it was your dad and his deputies. You were entirely willing to get grounded if it meant that you would get out of this nightmare any sooner. But instead it was a herd of deer that came racing towards you. You screamed trying to run away from them. But one of them collided into you knocking you down. You had no choice but to lay there and wait, hoping not to get trampled.

Scott faintly heard your scream and started towards your direction. He tripped and face planted into the cold ground. When he looked up, he was met with the face of the dead girl. He shot backward and rolled down the ravine, losing his inhaler. As he tried to find it and regain his composure, he heard a low growl. Before he could react something had bit his side. He sprinted away trying to escape whatever it was that attacked him. Without realizing it, he had sprinted into the road and was nearly hit by a car. He pulled his maroon hoodie up to look at the bite, it was already bleeding. Scott then started to walk back towards town. He was lost in his thoughts wondering what the hell just happened when his phone rang. It was a call from you. He answered without hesitation. “Y/n, are you okay? I’m on the road. Where are you?” he asked concern filling his voice. 

“Scott I’m fine, I just made it out to the road too. I called Stiles, he is on his way. Just stay put okay?” you answered. 

“Okay I’ll see you in a bit” he answered. Scott wanted to tell you what had just happened. He was scared and he knew you would know the right thing to say, but he couldn’t. Not tonight, he could tell by the shakiness in your voice that you had already been through enough.

It wasn’t long before he was greeted by the familiar sight of that baby blue jeep. He had never been so relieved to see Roscoe. You were already in the backseat fast asleep. The car ride back was dead silent. It wasn’t that Scott was mad at Stiles, he was just scared. And his side hurt. And he had school tomorrow. And….before he knew it he was home. He went upstairs and pulled his sweatshirt up again. It looked disgusting. He debated whether or not to tell his mom. After all, it could be infected or whatever did it could’ve been carrying a disease. But at the end of the day, he didn’t want to explain how it happened. It couldn’t really be that bad, right? So he flooded it in peroxide and bandaged it up before attempting to go to sleep.

Wrote this little short fic a few days ago because I was bored and I figured I would post it.

Warnings: none

Description: Valentine's Day at BHHS with the McCall twins, Scott and y/n.

A/n: kinda sucs but i decided it would be cute for valentine's day. Also this is my first time writing in 2nd person...

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"Scott, we're gonna be late for school!" Mornings are hard when you're Scott McCall. He never wakes up on time. You definitely expected to sit on the counter waiting for the boy for a few more minutes, but Scott was standing ready and the entrance ti the kitchen as soon as you finished your sentence. He holds a huge bouquet of roses in his hands along with a heart-shaped box of chocolates and a white teddy bear.

"Don't worry my sweet sister, I am prepared today." You both head out the door and into the car.

"Are you feeling alright? No fever or anything?" Scott swats your hand away as you try to feel his forehead for a sign of a fever.

"Just buckle up," Scott says, starting the car. "Oh, and happy valentine's day y/n"

When the two of you arrive at school you head to your lockers, which are conveniently next to eachother.

"AHHH" A scream echoes down the BHHS hallways making you fight the urge to cover your ears. Kira rushes down the hallway not even letting the strange stares of other students stopping her from getting to Scott and his handful of gifts. You turn back to your locker and grab your chemistry textbook. As soon as you shut your locker, a face pops out from the other side making you drop your book.

"What the-" You recognize the boy who startled you. Stiles bends down and picks up your book.

"Whoopsies. Totally meant to do that." He laughs making you laugh. "Uh.. happy Valentines day, princess." Behind his back, Stiles holds a small red velvet box. "And this is for my favorite woman."

He hands you the box, and as soon as you open it, you see a gorgeous silver necklace with a heart dangling outlined in tiny rhinestones.

"No you did not. I told you not to get me anything expensive!" Your face is permanently molded into a smile and it feels like it's never going to go away. The necklace must've cost a fortune for Stiles.

"I wanted to get you something extra special to show you how much I love you. Of course, a necklace, no matter how expensive, will never amount to how much I love you, y/n." Your arms find their way around Stiles' waist and you squeeze him like a teddy bear. He smells nice like always. You've learned to remember your boyfriend's scent very well recently.

You kick off your shoes, hike up your skirt, and run towards the lake. “What are you doing? Y/N!” Stiles calls. You look over your shoulder and laugh at the shocked expression on his face.

“Come on!” you urge him, waving your arm wildly. You shed your dress, and leap into the water in just your underwear and bra. You dive deep into the water, all the way down to the bottom, then push off and shoot to the surface. “Oh, Stiles, it’s so nice! You have to come in.”

He stares at you for a minute, then shakes his head with a smile. “You’re something else.” He takes off his shirt and pants, then dives in after you. You scream when you feel something grab your ankle, relaxing when Stiles comes to the surface with a smirk on his face. You splash him, which only causes him to smile more. “Come here.”

You swim over, and once you’re within reach, he grabs you, lifts you, and tosses you across the water. You break through the surface laughing, yelling “You’re dead!” before jumping on his shoulders and dunking him. You two play around, splashing and swimming until somehow you end up in each other’s arms, faces inches apart.

Stiles gently brushes hair out of your face, hand resting on your cheek, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Before you can stop yourself, you lean forward and press your lips against his. He wraps one arm around your waist, holding you close, while the other cups your face.