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• Scott is pretty upset when Stiles tells you the day after they find out he’s a werewolf. Stiles can’t keep secrets from you because he’s always told you everything.
• He’s the awkward boyfriend. The one that tries to kiss you, but bumps heads or hits teeth together. He accidentally bit your tongue once.
• If you want Stiles, you have to have Scott, too. They’re a packaged deal. It’s the best and worst thing. They’re ride or die for you, but they also have zero boundaries.
• Stiles is a huge fan of the small things. He loves holding your hand or wrapping his arm around you or playing footsie under the table. It always gets weirdly competitive.
• You are his anchor and it’s up to you to deal with some of his attention issues or whatever he has a hyperfixation on at the time.
• Mr. Stilinski considers you his daughter/son-in-law as soon as you start dating. He has you on speed dial just in case things come up.
• You guys watch classic movies together and make inside jokes about them, which makes Scott cringe all the time.
• Double dates are the worst and the best thing. They’re cute and Scott doesn’t have to be the third wheel. But Stiles and you sometimes have “weird offs” or kick each other under the table.
• When you announced you were dating everyone didn’t really care. They figured you’d get together at some point because you spent so much time together. Other than Scott, you are Stiles’ best friend.
• Lots of sleepovers. Mostly it’s just that you get carried away until late at night at his dad says you can stay. You practically live there.
• Cuddling is huge. You switch up positions a lot. Stiles’ favorite is lying on his back with your head resting on his chest and his arms wrapped around you. You often fall asleep on the couch or floor with each other. The positions never look comfortable, but as long as you have each other it’s ok.
• Stiles is a bit shy when it comes to affection but gets very excited whenever you initiate it. Once you start kissing him with more than a peck on the cheek you can’t stop. His hands are all over you, not knowing where is right. He just wants so much of you at once.
• It doesn’t stop there. Stiles wants to kiss you all the time. Whenever you’re alone he’ll start to bury his nose in your neck and give you little teasing kisses until you’re pressed against each other in distraction.
• Stiles knows he can’t protect you as well around all the supernatural, but he knows how to use a metal bat and he will threaten any monster that steps foot towards you.
• You mean the world to him and Stiles can’t even consider a reality where you two aren’t together.

justauthoring:

• imagine being turned into a werewolf and stiles helping you during a full moon and you’re really freaked out bc you can control yourself when you’re a wolf, but stiles refuses to leave your side.

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Word Count: 602

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Your back arched, a growl leaving your lips as your eyes clenched shut. It was taking everything within you not to snap, not to just let go. You needed to hold on, for his sake.

“Go!” You roared, your voice contorting into a deeper tone as you felt your body tense. “Please, Stiles! Just go!”

“No,” Stiles shook his head, hesitantly crouched before you. He kept a safe distance from you, but the moment you broke free from your chains, it wouldn’t be any longer. With deep, heavy breaths, you opened your eyes, meeting his. You pulled your arms as far as you could with the chains locked around them, stretched out on your hands and knees before Stiles. “I’m not leaving you.”

“I can’t control myself, Stiles!” You cried, a groan leaving your lips. You could feel yourself slipping, the fangs growing as you growled. “I don’t want to hurt you!”

“You won’t.” Stiles shook his head, “and you can control yourself. I know you can.”

“No!” You yelled, your voice raising considerably. Stiles flinched back on instinct, falling back on his butt as he shuffled a little away from you. The wolf in you lunged forward, pulling on the restraints. You could feel them slowly ripping, and you knew, one more pull and they’d rip. “I can’t Stiles! Please! Please go!”

Despite your fangs. Despite your glowing eyes. Despite the claws. Despite the growling and the yelling and lunging, Stiles still didn’t move. He gathered himself, so he was in a more prepared position and he crouched before you. “I know you won’t hurt me,” he breathed, trying to hide the panic in his eyes. “You’d never hurt me.”

He wasn’t wrong. You’d never intentionally hurt him. But on a full moon, when your powers were dialed to eleven, it became impossible to control yourself. And that’s what you were afraid of. Afraid of hurting Stiles when you couldn’t control yourself.

“I can’t control myself!” You roared, a deep, inhumane growl leaving your lips. You bared your fangs, the wolf inside of you settling it’s sights on Stiles. “I can’t!”

“Yes, you can.”

“Stiles!”

“You can!” Stiles yelled, causing you to blink. He shuffled forward, causing you to shuffle back. Nodding at you, he didn’t smile or joke. With seriousness you’d never seen in his eyes before, Stiles stared directly into your eyes. “You can control yourself. Find your anchor! Do it!”

You blinked, leaning back. Anchor. What or who was your anchor?

And then it became obvious.

Closing your eyes, you let Stiles wander in your mind. Of your memories with him, of now, here, as he tried to help you. When he wouldn’t give up on you, even when his life was in danger.

And slowly, you felt yourself gaining control.

“There you go!” Stiles exclaimed, “whatever you thought of, it worked! You can do it!”

When you opened your eyes, it was Stiles’s grinning face that brought you completely back. The goofy grin plastered on his lips as his eyes remained stuck on you.

Your fangs disappeared, your eyes returned to normal and you found yourself leaning back with ease. The claws that had been digging into your palms grew back and Stiles rushed forward. He unclasped the restraints around your wrists and you furrowed your brows; “are you sure? I could st-”

“I trust you,” he nodded, pulling your hands to them. Opening up your fists, he inspected the cuts you’d given yourself.

Slowly, he gazed back up at you. “So what was it?” He asked, causing you to tilt your head in confusion. “That brought you back? Your anchor.”

“You.”

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• “Can I kiss you” with Stiles where him and R are best friends and one night they’re watching a movie or something and then something happens like she leans her head on his shoulder or something like that, and he kind of blurts it out and then is like “oh fuck” and he starts rambling and she kisses him like mid-sentence and it’s really fluffy? sorry if that’s too specific

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Word Count: 479

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You hadn’t noticed Stiles’s stare, too focused on the movie before you. The both of you were sat on his couch, completely in the dark, only the movie playing on the tv before you illuminating the room. Your shoulders were touching, and as your eyes were focused on the tv, Stiles couldn’t help but take secret glances your way.

He found himself mesmerized by you and everything you did. Even simple things like you watching a movie. You could just be sitting there, doing nothing and Stiles would still be in love with you.

And then, you’d started to shift. Stiles had panicked that maybe he’d been caught and he’d have to explain why he’d been so blatantly staring at you for the past hour since you’d started the movie. But then, your head dipped to the left, and Stiles felt a weight fall on his shoulders.

With a soft smile, you let your head fall on Stiles’s shoulders, cuddling into him even further. You didn’t really noticed the effect it had on Stiles’s, too focused on your own heart pounding from making such a bold move. You’d been thinking about doing it since the move had begun, and had only found the courage then.

Stiles on the other hand was freaking out. He was, of course, overjoyed but in moments like this, with a girl, especially one he so deeply cares for and liked, he found it a little hard to think straight. Hence, why, in that intimate and perfect moment, Stiles blurted out; “can I kiss you?”

He immediately regretted it. The second the words left his lips, Stiles could’ve slapped himself. “Oh, fuck…”

Slowly, you picked your head up off from Stiles’s shoulders, shock evident in your gaze. Before you could say anything, though, Stiles begun speaking again.

“Oh God,” Stiles mumbled, glancing up at you. “I didn’t… well, um. It’s just that for the longest time, i’ve had the… the biggest crush on you. Like… and I understand if you don’t or if you think that i’m weird or some-”

You interrupted the rambling boy by leaning forward, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. It was quick, just enough to tell him how you felt without having to explain it to him. Just enough to get Stiles to shut up for a moment, and listen to you. He completely froze in response, eyes widening as your own shut.

And then, you were pulling back, smiling softly. “You can kiss me,” you started, speaking in a low whisper. “Anytime you want.”

“Oh… oh my God…” Stiles mumbled, to which you laughed in response. Turning back around, you shifted so you were right up against Stiles’s side. You grabbed his arm, wrapping it around your waist before letting your head fall back against his shoulder. All the while, Stile continued to stare out before him in shock.

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justauthoring:

• hey could you please do something with stiles stilinski, like his jeep breaks down and the reader comes to help or is new in town and comes across him swearing at the smoking vehicle and offers him a lift to the nearest garage??

Requested By: @an-unhealthy-obsession

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Word Count: 733

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“God… damnit!”

Pausing, you glanced in the direction of the voice out of the corner of your eye, instinctively gripping onto your bag tighter. You instantly relaxed when you saw it was just a boy, around your age, leaning over the front of his jeep. You couldn’t tell exactly, given how dark it was, but you’re pretty sure that he goes to your school, Beacon Hills, and is in your english class. 

Biting your lip, you glanced back in the direction you needed to go. It was already quite late, and you’d stayed out trying to catch up later than you’d meant to. But, it was clear this boy was having troubles and you couldn’t just leave him out here to fend for himself. Plus, you were trying to make some friends…

Making your decision, you spun, turning in the direction of the boy and quickly making your way over. He hadn’t noticed your presence yet, since he was too focused on trying to get his car to work, whatever the issue was. So, brushing back a strand of lose hair, you awkwardly called out; “hey…”

The boy snapped up, turning around with a wrench in his hands as if you were some danger. He calmed though the moment he realized it was just you, who in return was staring up at him with wide eyes. The boy paused when he met your gaze, as if stuck in a trance, before you blinked, letting your eyes fall on the wrench. He then realized he was still holding it before him threateningly and coughed, dropping his hand. “Sorry,” he mumbled, “just… got scared there for a moment.”

You nodded, smiling awkwardly. You were starting to regret the decision to walk over since you had absolutely no idea what to say, you didn’t know how to fix a car and now that you were closer and could see the boy (which yes, he was from your english class) you realized he was actually quite cute. Like extremely cute.

“I heard you cursing…” You begun tentatively, “came over to see if you needed any help?”

The boy looked surprised; “you know how to fix a jeep?”

“Well… no,” you chuckled nervously. “I don’t know… it felt wrong to leave you out here. I can give you a drive though?”

The boy shook his head, setting down the wrench. “I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“It’s fine really,” you shrugged, smiling up at him. “Uh… i’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Stiles,” he held out his hand, and you reached out, shaking it. “You’re the new girl, right?”

You flushed lightly, glancing down at your feet briefly. “That’s me.”

“Well, Y/N, I appreciate the offer but I should be good. This things always breaking down.”

“Why don’t you get a new car?” You questioned curiously, raising a brow.

“Don’t have the money,” he explained. “And this things like my baby. I’d never abandon it.”

You laughed at that, your eyes crinkling with delight. Stiles’s eyes fell on you in that moment, finding himself mesmerized by the sound of your laughter. His own lips curled up slightly, a chuckle leaving his lips as you shook your head. 

“It’s no problem though,” you continued, meeting his eyes. “I could drive you to a work-shop or something, that way you can get them to come and fix it? I’d lug the car over myself, but I don’t have the proper gear.”

Stiles paused as if considering the option and you smiled. “Come on, it’s not like i’ve, the new girl, got anything better to do with her Saturday night.” You shrug, smiling up at him encouragingly.

“Only if i’m not causing you any trouble…”

“Not at all!” You exclaimed, turning slightly. “My car’s just over… there!”

“What were you doing here so late by the way?” Stiles asked, following you as you led him to your car.

“Trying to catch up,” you explained, nodding. “It’s no fun coming to a new school in the middle of a term, during senior year no less.”

“I can imagine.” Stiles nodded, “but hey, you’re in my english class, yeah?” You nodded. “Come to me if you ever need help. With english o-or anything,” he shrugged and you’re sure that you could see his cheeks grow a little red. “I can be your guide.”

You grinned, biting your lip. “I’d like that.”

“Great!”

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justauthoring:

• Ok so avoid Stiles, right? How about if while he is Void Stiles, a part of the real stiles is still there and not just the Nogitsune and having a tiny portion of stiles after separation falls in love with the reader and kidnaps then to try and convince them to stay with him
• Hey there! I love your writing! I was wondering if I could please request a Void Stiles x Fem!reader where she is stiles girlfriend and void kidnaps and almost kills her and stiles blames himself? You can decide how it ends. Thanks!
• Void stiles hurting everyone around you but when he gets to you hes like protective of you but in a distance kind of way and everyone is like wtf?

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Word Count: 1,492

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Biting your lip, you relentlessly tugged against the binds that held your wrists down. Through your hazy mind and your racing heart, you tried to think rationally. Tried to remember the last thing that happened before you woke up here.

You were surrounded in darkness, and while it scared you, you couldn’t be distracted by anything. But, it also meant that you had no idea where you were. You didn’t know if you were alone, or if there was someone in the room with you, who just happened to be really good at being silent. 

You could almost feel the chair you’d been sat in shaking from your jittery movements. And it wasn’t like you could scream or cry out for a help, since whoever had taken you had taped your mouth shut. You couldn’t think straight, and even though you couldn’t see anything, it felt like the entire world was spinning. Your head hurt, a lot and it almost felt like you were going to throw up. Sweat covered your entire body almost like a blanket, as you gripped the wooden arm chairs, digging your nails into it.

Think. You needed to think. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you shut your eyes. You twisted them, scrunching your face in focus. You reeled through your mind, trying to remember what had happened. Maybe if you knew how you’d gotten here, it could help you escape. And maybe, you just wanted to know who’d taken you and why.

Then, you remembered. It all came crashing onto you. Your eyes widened, your breath halting. That’s right. You’d been at Scott’s house, and you and the rest of the pack had finally managed to catch Stiles, or rather, Void Stiles. The two had separated, somehow, and the last thing you remembered before your memory went blank was seeing Stiles appear before you, a twisted smirk on your face.

Only thing was, it hadn’t been Stiles. Unlike what you’d probably hoped before he knocked you out. It had been the nogitsune, wearing Stiles body.

The reality slapped you in the face – Void Stiles. Void Stiles had kidnapped you.

“I see you’ve remembered,” a voice echoed, making you gasp. Your body went rigid at the sound of his voice, tensing even further. You tried to look in the direction you’d thought his voice had come from, but it was too dark to see anything.

Then a light flashed on above you, and your eyes squinted at the sudden bright light. When you opened them again, Stiles was before you, hands on either of yours and his face inches from yours. You stopped breathing for a moment, staring up at what looked like your boyfriend with panic in your gaze. And even though you knew it wasn’t him, you couldn’t help yourself. “S-Stiles?”

Void Stiles smiled, almost condescendingly, and shook his head. You flinched when he reached out with one hand, touching your cheek softly. “No,” he sighed, “try again.”

Your eyes darkened. “Void.”

“Bingo,” he smirked.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed back your fear and stared up at the nogitsune with anger in your eyes. You struggled against your restraints, snarling your lip. “What do you want from me?” You asked, glaring. “Why did you bring me here?”

“It’s not something I want from you,” Void said, pushing back from you. You watched him with guarded eyes. “Per-say.” He added, turning his head to smirk at you.

“Then what?” You questioned, shrugging your shoulders frustrated. “I’m not… not anything. I can’t help you…”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” Void tsked, before he spun, now facing you once again. “You can bring me them.” 

Your eyes widened, body stilling. 

“I know what you’re going to see,” Void continued, clasping his hands behind his back. “Something along the lines of; ‘it won’t work. They won’t risk it all for me’.” You glared at the back of his head as he chuckled. “But, they will. See, that’s just it. You’re not anything. You’re helpless. Which means, they’ll want to save you. Stiles included.”

You growled, narrowing your eyes as he smirked knowingly at you. And then, Void was making his way back to you, rapidly. You tensed your shoulders, pressing yourself as tightly against the back of the chair as you could. You didn’t know what he was going to do, but you obviously didn’t trust him.

You turned your head the other when Void’s hand fell on your cheek once again, this time caressing it. He leaned in closer, lips inches away from your ear. “But that’s not all I want.” You didn’t say anything, afraid of what would happen if you did. Void continued none the less, and you felt his lips touch your ear as he spoke. “I want you.”

You stopped breathing, you’re sure, for a solid moment. Eyes widening, you met Void in the eyes as he leaned back, grinning. “W-Wha…. What?”

“You intrigue me.” Void explained, “I can’t explain it. It should be impossible.” His hand fell on your shoulder, before dragging gently across your neck. You hated it, with every fibre of your being, as you felt your body physically react to his touch. You told yourself it was only because Void was using Stiles’s hands, but you couldn’t help but feel a deep burn of guilt flood through you as you shivered lightly. “And I know you feel it too.”

“You’re wrong,” you said almost immediately, defiantly staring up at him. 

“We’ll see,” he shrugged, stepping back. “Until then, i’ll enjoy my time with you.”

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“NO!”

The scream left your lips without any rational thought. And the moment you were done, you paused, staring up at Void anxiously. His face fell, the smirk dropping as he went eerily still and emotionless. You knew that whatever was happening, you couldn’t be good.

Sure enough, in the next second you felt Void’s hand wrapped around your neck. He lifted you, with the strength Stiles most definitely did not possess, slamming you up against the wall. You choked, legs kicking out beneath you as your hands clawed at his own.

“I’ve protected you from everything,” Void whispered, snarling up at you. “Except myself.”

“Kill me,” you growled, eyes blazing. “Do it!”

Void huffed, throwing you aside. He threw you with such velocity and speed you felt your back slam harshly against the wall to your left. A groan left your lips as you crashed against the ground, wheezing the moment you were on your back. Your head spun, vision blurring as your hands wrapped around yourself. You’re positive that something was broken, possibly your ribs, as you laid there, curling into yourself.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Void’s figure disappearing. You weren’t sure why he just left, but you didn’t so much care as the blinding pain flooded your entire body.

You’re sure you blacked out, at least for a while, when you heard distant voices. You blinked, eyes opening as you looked around yourself. You’re exactly where you passed out, and as you slowly pushed yourself up, you saw Stiles running your way. Terror flooded his entire expression as he came running to you, but you flinched when he reached you.

Stiles froze at the movement, lips parting as he crouched before you. Scott and Lydia were by his side, confusing you even further.

“She’s afraid of you,” Scott whispered, furrowing his brows.

Lydia sighed, as if the two were idiots. “She’s afraid of Void,” she corrected before her eyes fell on you. “It’s Stiles.” She nodded at you, smiling reassuringly. “I promise.”

You looked at her for a moment, before your gaze flew to Stiles who still sat, crouched before you, hands held out before him. The moment your eyes met his, you whimpered, your arm collapsing under your weight. Stiles shot forward, wrapping his arms around your waist to steady you. As he did so, you cried out, a sharp pain flooding through you.

“Y/N,” he breathed, hands moving to cup your cheeks. You lazily gazed up at him, sweat dripping down your face as you blinked up at him.

“It’s you…” You whispered, smiling softly. Then, “I missed you…”

Stiles let out a shaky breath, glancing back at Scott and Lydia. “She’s really hurt,” he explained urgently, “we need to get her to a hospital.”

Lydia nodded, moving to step forward. “We’ll get her there.” She then turned to Scott, opening her lips before you interrupted her.

“You shouldn’t have come…” You whispered in a daze, “you have to go… please…”

“Go back to the others,” Lydia said, eyes widening. “Now!” She shouted at Scott, who nodded, own eyes widening in panic.

Stiles, who wasn’t doing any better himself, pushed aside his own illness, turning to you. His thumb stroked your cheek, nodding down at you. “You’re gonna be okay.” He whispered, “i’m not gonna let you die…”

You only gripped onto him tighter.

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