Stiles Introduction

This applies to all my fluff lovers too :)

I'm having a really sucky day so I just want to let everyone know how grateful I am for all of the kind feedback I've gotten. You have no idea how happy it makes me to see that my little thoughts positively impact others. I wish people were this supportive in person and in my daily life, but unfortunately, they're not. So thank you all for giving me something to hold on to.

To everyone who has sent me an ask, you guys are so amazing. I see them and I'll get to them as soon as I can. 💜

PLEASE, I'M BEGGING YOU - REQUEST SOMETHING.

My problem is that I don't have any ideas, but I want to write and I feel bad that I haven't written anything in such a long time.

I don't know if I'll do straight-up smut, but I will gladly hint at it in a bunch of fluff.

I feel like I know Stiles' character the best, but I can try some of the others of Dylan O'Brien's if I've seen the show/movie before. Also, I'm totally up for dabbling in some Bucky Barnes stuff if anyone would like that too...

***I will most likely only do x female reader imagines (without y/n, pet names, or an original character to keep as many people happy as possible).

Yes, this is a cry for help: help me help you.

Thank you, thank you.

Hii 🥺

Could you write a Dylan O'brien fanfic about meeting his friends for the first time?

Thank you in advance ❤️

I LOOOOVE YOUR WORK! 🥰

Aw, thank you so much! I'm so, so sorry that it has taken me this long to post this. You are so sweet and deserve better smh. Anyway, I genuinely can't tell if this is shit or not, so hopefully it's not a disappointment after all this time...

Ten Minutes

Word count: 895

Dylan's girlfriend was peacefully perched on his couch, wasting the day away while he was off in the shower, trying to make himself presentable. Of course, she had no idea that was his goal, or why he abandoned their position on the cushions.

Minutes later, he returned, wearing fresh clothes as the strands of his hair still flopped soggily. He smiled as he approached her again, standing above her.

She looked up at him and tilted her head. "You're wearing real clothes?"

His head tilted to match hers. "'Real clothes?' What do you mean?"

"Yeah, like," she started, glancing down at her loose t-shirt and sweatpants, "clothes that you would face the public in."

Dylan couldn't help but laugh as he spoke, "What? I just want to look somewhat decent when they come over. Is that a crime?" He watched as the color drained from his girlfriend's face and her eyes widened.

"Wait, what?" she stammered. "Who's coming over?"

"Some of my buddies from the Maze Runner cast, remember?"

She shook her head and immediately sat up straight. "No... No, I don't remember, because you never told me anything about that."

"I'm pretty sure, I did," he said, his eyebrows furrowing.

"No, you did not, Dylan! When are the fuck are they coming over?"

He dug his phone out of his pocket to check the time. "About... Ten minutes or so?"

She sprung out of her seat on the couch and scrambled over to his bedroom to clean herself up as fast as possible, crying out, "Dylan, you bitch! This is my first time meeting your friends, who are famous by the way, and you didn't even give me a heads up!? I have ten minutes! I get ten minutes to turn myself into a pleasant representation of Dylan O'Brien's girlfriend!? Are you kidding me!? I'm going to look like a crazy person! They're going to think I'm a disgusting slob and shun me!"

He bit his lip from the living room, trying not to laugh at her frantic distress. "I'm sure you'll look as beautiful as you always do!" he called back.

"You're just saying that because I fucked you this morning!"

Although her words were spiteful, he had to quickly cover his mouth with his hand to muffle his burst of laughter. Obviously, he felt guilty for forgetting something that mattered so much to his girlfriend, but her reaction was priceless. And he knew appearances meant something, but watching her move so speedily was probably one of the most amazing spectacles he'd ever witnessed.

As she viciously brushed her teeth, she could hear the faint voices of the arrivals. By some miracle, she was (more or less) ready to be seen and introduced. She anxiously made her way back into the living room and put on her most welcoming smile.

There they were: Thomas Brodie-Sangster, Ki Hong Lee, Kaya Scodelario, and Will Poulter, standing in the living room. She couldn't believe it. Their faces were so real, but the moment didn't feel like anything close to reality. How in the world was she going to pull this off?

She took a deep breath and stepped to Dylan's side. He glanced down at her and gave her a gentle, reassuring smile - exactly what she needed. However, she could still feel her face heating up and her hands getting clammy, as if right on cue.

Her boyfriend was clearly quite comfortable with his crew and had no problem introducing her, and unfortunately, teasing her. She may have stumbled over her words here and there and hoped with her entire being that no one noticed those clammy hands mentioned as she shook each of theirs. But all things considered, the greeting went smoothly. Dylan, being the loving man that he is, made sure she felt grounded with soft touches on her back or arm, and he guided the conversation to ease her mind of that responsibility.

As they sat down on the couch, sharing stories and drinks, she realized that there hadn't been a single awkward moment yet. She smiled on the inside, proud of herself for making do with the ten minutes Dylan gave her, and even more in love with him after seeing the way he raved about her in front of his visitors.

When the door closed and the room was left to the two of them again, finalizing their departure, she let out a deep breath, mumbling, "I guess that wasn't so bad..."

Dylan caught it and smirked. "See, you had nothing to worry about. Ten minutes is plenty of time."

"'Plenty' is an exaggeration, but yeah, I guess I made it work."

His smile only grew as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. "They loved you, you know," he said, his voice lowering.

Her cheeks tingled as they changed shades, and she rested her arms around his neck. "Really?"

"Yes, really," he nodded, brushing his nose against hers.

The girl's eyes fluttered closed, relishing in the feeling of his wandering hands. They glided up her back after sneaking under her shirt. Clearly, he knew what he was doing and the effect he had on her.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

"For what?"

"For making everything work out."

His smirk returned and he began pulling her in the direction of his bedroom. "Oh, I'm not done yet."

Why do I feel like Stiles would work at Dairy Queen... Lol anyway. I may or may not be trying to write something in time for New Year's Eve tomorrow. Wish me luck, I'm literally starting right now. Curse me and my procrastination skills.

I thought I was going to write today, but then I passed out, landed on my nightstand, and injured my back, so... I don't think that's happening anymore.

Hi, friends! I hope everyone is doing well.

If I have time this week, I'd like to write some fluff for the twins (Stiles and Stuart) trope, but I don't have any ideas or inspiration. If anyone does, please let me know! I absolutely love hearing from you all! Thank you! 💜

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stiles had always been a nervous wreck. he easily became overwhelmed. he spoke at a quick pace as he struggled to ramble out his jumbled thoughts. there was an annoying habit he had of never looking anyone in the eye. he had a permanent wrinkle in between his brows from how much he furrowed them.

things shifted once he became hers and she became his. he was at ease whenever she was around. his shoulders relaxed and his hands no longer felt clammy. he didn’t need to wring his fingers out when he paced back and forth. the buzzing sound of overlapping voices silenced around him. the world slowed down and he was able to catch his breath.

Can someone explain why we're shipping Stiles with Bella Swan? Did I miss something? What is happening?

Thank you so much! I'm so glad that my writing has this effect, and that feeling of being seen was my goal! So many people are unaware of how much harder simple tasks can be when suffering from a chronic illness; it breaks my heart. Thank you again for this! My day is made! 💜

Rules on request??

Can you do one where Stiles finds out his girlfriend has a chronic illness like lupus or something and he adjust his life to be there every step for her. Even the time in the hospital he stays and sleeps in the bed with her holding her. He always seemed like he would be the golden retriever type 🩷 and she doesn’t or does know about the pack you choose

This is literally the sweetest request ever and so on brand for him! I decided to "give" her something else because I don't know anything about lupus. I am definitely not a medical expert of any kind and I do not claim to be, but I have a couple family members who have the chronic illness I chose, so I am slightly familiar with it. Everyone should always do their own research though! What I wrote mostly focuses on the events before finding out, but I can continue this and go into more detail on what happens afterwards if people would like me to. Also, I apologize, but the last third, give or take is kind of rushed. I hope you like it though! Thank you for the request!

Also, I will take any request with a grain of salt and tweak things if I need or want to. But I'm open to anything!

Battle Together

Word count: 1,658

His heart was racing and falling at the same time. There was no way this was actually happening, right? Not to her.  

His hands shook as he gripped his phone to his ear. Focusing on Scott’s voice was getting increasingly more difficult as he tried not to spiral. Why didn’t her dad tell him? Why wasn’t he with her right then, holding her hand and sweeping away her worries. Shit, he was so worried, and Scott clearly didn’t know all of what was actually going on.  

“Scott, wait, what are you saying?”  

“She’s here. In the hospital. All my mom told me was that she passed out and now they’re doing brain scans.” His friend was plainly shaken up too. 

Brain scans? Stiles felt sick. Everything he witnessed his mother go through when he was a little boy crashed into him all over again. What if this was the same thing? What if she had what his mom had? What if- 

“I’m on my way.” 

Stiles broke nearly every traffic law in existence as he raced to Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital, to his beloved girlfriend. He needed to get there as fast as possible; he needed to know what was going on. He absolutely despised being out of the loop. 

Frantically sprinting into the building and nearly running into not one, but two nurses who were going home for the night, he arrived at the front desk. But where the hell was Melissa? 

His feet almost left the floor when the sweet voice broke through his rapid breathing, saying, “Oh good, you’re here. Come with me.” 

Stiles turned to look at the curly-haired, soft-eyed woman. He couldn’t help that his voice trembled as soon as he opened his mouth. “What’s going on? Is she ok? Did something happen to her? Have they found anything yet? Why did-” 

“Stiles.” Melissa placed her aged hands on his shoulders in an attempt to ground him. “Breathe. Everything’s going to be fine. She’s going to be fine.” 

“Do you really know that...?” he asked hesitantly. 

She paused for a moment, understandably. There was no way to know anything for sure. Not yet, at least. 

“Let’s just go see her for now, ok?” 

He nodded and let her guide him to his girlfriend’s room. As they walked, Ms. McCall told him everything she knew. She explained that the poor girl had passed out in the kitchen while helping her dad prepare dinner, banging her head on the corner of the granite countertop and burning her forearm with spilled gravy in the process. Her father practically carried her to the car as soon as she hazily woke up and brought her in to the hospital. Her second-degree burn was cleaned and treated before the doctor decided to check for a concussion. Hearing the true explanation for the CT scan relatively eased Stiles’ nerves, but there was still so much to decipher. He needed to see her, preferably immediately. 

They reached the door of the room she was checked into when they moved her from the ER. However, Melissa did not reach for the handle, causing Stiles to give her a look of curiosity. 

“Stiles,” she started, exhaling a deep breath, “I want you to be prepared for whatever this is.” 

His curiosity deepened and twisted as the spires of concern within him sharpened and stood taller. “Wha- what does that mean?” 

“It means that, sometimes, something as small as passing out isn’t always as small as it seems...”  

The woman’s eyes were filled with a specific type of pain, one that Stiles was familiar with, but hadn’t seen in her for years. Since he was so young when his mother was sick, he never truly realized how much agony Melissa experienced as she watched a dear friend (and that friend’s family) of hers suffer. It brought her a horrible aching sensation to see the damage a singular disease could inflict on three good, genuine people, and not be able to do something significant to help. That was her job – to help. But there was really nothing she or anyone was capable of to improve the situation.  

Stiles swallowed in a faulty attempt to soothe his suddenly dry throat. He simply nodded, and in return, the sweet nurse gave him an empathetic smile. Of course, she didn’t want to scare him with what she said, but she had given bad news too many times that week. 

“Are you ready?” 

He sighed, trying to take her advice and finding it incredibly arduous. “Yeah, I think so.” 

As they quietly entered, Stiles’ eyes softened upon seeing the girl who stole his heart sitting up on the hospital bed. She looked incredibly tired, but watching her mouth curve upwards when her gaze met his made him feel like the luckiest man alive. Not because of the situation, obviously, but because that cute little smile was for him.  

“Hey, stranger.” Her raspy voice was surprisingly gleeful, all things considered. Perhaps Stiles just had that effect on her. 

“Hey,” he chuckled. “You feeling ok?” 

She simply shrugged and glanced at her father who was standing next to the bed.  

Begrudgingly, the man cleared his throat and excused himself from the room.  He supposed that giving the lovebirds no more than a couple minutes wouldn’t result in an utter catastrophe, even when Stiles is one of the pair in question, who hastily sat down on the edge of the bed as soon as the door clicked closed.  

“Are you sure you’re ok? Do you need me to get you anything? What can I do?” He took her hands into his. 

Her smile grew as she saw the love and devotion he had for her, not to mention the worry. She didn’t want him to stress himself out, but she had to admit that those wide eyes were adorable.  

“I’m fine, I swear. Just... stay with me for a while?” she said, her voice turning bashful. 

“Absolutely. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Got that?” His hands squeezed hers as he leaned forward. 

“Yeah,” she nodded, her face approaching his, “I got that.” 

As if he had a sixth sense for his daughter’s desires, the man swiftly entered the room again, causing both of the teens’ head to lurch backwards. Stiles tried to be sly as he slowly and awkwardly pulled his hands away and stood from the bed, backing away cautiously. A doctor stood in the doorway, along with Melissa. 

“Dr. Vandenberg wants to run a few more tests while we wait for the CT scan results, just in case it’s not a concussion.” Her father began pulling his phone out of his pocket. “I have some things I need to do for work, but I’ll be back in the morning, alright? Is that ok with you?’  

The information that was sprung on her felt like a spear piercing her spine and sending a poison of anxiety rushing through her bloodstream. All she could do was nod. There was no other option, anyway.  

He nodded back at her before his eyes locked onto Stiles. “You’re staying with her.” 

It was more of a command than anything, but the boy would never object to that regardless of whose mouth those words left.  

“Yes, sir.”  

Stiles was by her side for as many tests as he was permitted. He could tell that this was more frightening for her than she was divulging; it was harrowing. Therefore, he desperately desired to bring her some semblance of comfort. And he succeeded, to a degree. 

Afterwards, their time together was briefly ceased while he picked up the closest thing to a couple of “real” burgers Beacon Hills could provide. They contentedly ate their late dinner together, squished against one another once she made room for him next to her. He kissed away the condiment that was smeared on the corner of her mouth, making her giggle.  

Additionally, he held her close and kept his eyes glued to her form, making sure she was snuggly falling asleep without interruption. Without realizing it, he, too, was swept away into a slumber. Their trepidations momentarily fizzled and were replaced by fantasy-filled dreams, and morning rolled in fast. 

When her father returned, the doctor explained the various test results they received. Stiles’ girlfriend was officially diagnosed with Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (POTS), a chronic illness which frequently inflicts dizziness and fainting due to a lower blood volume returning to the heart. It can be managed with an increased intake of salt and water, but will be part of her for the rest of her life.  

Stiles felt a surge of anger at the news – there was nothing he could do to make this nuisance of a disease go away and his girlfriend did nothing to deserve it. However, he swore to himself that he would stay by her side, hold her hand, and keep her safe whenever her body got the best of her.  

He kept his promise throughout the rest of school, their engagement after he proposed, and their marriage. He did whatever he could to help, whether necessary or not. He always went the extra mile for her, even though it wasn’t an illness that would debilitate her from living her life. However, it was definitely inconvenient and dangerous at times. 

There was an instance in which she passed out while driving on the freeway, leaving her car to drift into the guard rails. Thankfully, there was very little traffic, so no one else got hurt. However, she was back in the hospital with a few minor injuries and her husband (for every minute of the stay).  

This battle was never fought alone, and Stiles had a unique talent for making her feel cared for without any semblance of being coddled. He knew how admirably strong she was and exactly when she needed him to step in and hold her. POTS would not break her, nor their bond.  

This is so adorable, ARE YOU KIDDING ME? AAAAHHH 💜

first kiss

s1!stiles stilinski x gf!reader

creds: roseraris for dividers!

you were perched on stiles’ bed, watching him pace back and forth across his room, his hand moving animatedly as he talked about the latest werewolf drama involving scott.

the police radio scanner on his desk crackled with static, and his wall was covered in red string and newspaper clippings - his latest attempt to piece together all the supernatural happenings in beacon hills.

“and then scott practically wolfed out in the middle of practice!” stiles exclaimed, running a hand through his short hair.

“like dude, we talked about this! control! but no, apparently catching greenberg’s crossbody was worth risking exposure to the entire lacrosse team!”

you couldnt help but smile at his sarcasm. this was classic stiles - all nervous energy and rapid-fire words, trying to keep his best friend alove while maintaining some semblance of normalcy in their increasingly bizarre lives.

“stiles,” you said, trying to interrupt his rambling to no avail. “stiles!”

he stopped mid-gesture, turning to look at you with those warm brown eyes that never failed to make your heart skip a beat. “yeah?”

“come sit down before you wear a hole in your floor.” he glanced down at the path he’d been treading, then shuffled over to sit beside you, his knee bouncing with restless energy.

“sorry, i just… there’s so much happening, y’know? between scott’s furry little problem and trying to figure out who the alpha is, and my dad’s cases, and-“

“and you’re carrying all the weight of it.” you finished softly, placing your hand over his fidgeting ones.

stiles fell quiet, a rare occurrence that made you look at him more closely. his eyes were fixed on where your hands touched, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head.

“how do you do that?” he asked suddenly.

“do what?”

“just… know exactly what to say? how to calm me down?” he turned his hend over to lace his fingers with yours.

“you’re like my personal adderall, except, y’know, prettier and less medical.” you laughed, feeling your cheeks warm.

“did you just compare me to you ADHD medication?”

“i did, didnt i?” stiles groaned, his free hand coming up to cover his face.

“that was supposed to be romantic. in my head, it was definitely more romantic. can we pretend i said something smooth instead? like, i dunno, ‘you’re the moon to my werewolf’ — wait no, that’s worse, that’s definitely worse—“

you cut off his rambling the only way you could think of – by leaning forward and pressing your lips to his. for a moment, stiles froze, and you could practically hear his brain short-circuiting.

then his hand came up to cup your cheek, and he was kissing you back with all the pent-up energy he usually put into solving supernatural mysteries.

when you pulled away, stiles blinked at you several times, his mouth opening and closing without sound – another rare occurrence.

"did you just—" he started.

"kiss you? Yeah."

"and I—"

"kissed me back? also yeah." a grin slowly spread across his face, the kind that made his eyes crinkle at the corners.

"that was... wow. that was awesome. can we do that again? we should definitely do that again. like, right now. or whenever you want. im free for the next, like, forever—"

this time when you kissed him, you were both smiling too much for it to be perfect, but somehow that made it even better.

the police scanner crackled again in the background, and somewhere in beacon hills, scott was probably getting into more werewolf-related trouble, but for now, none of that mattered.

stiles pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against yours. "just so we're clear," he whispered, "this means you like me, right? because i really like you, and it would be super awkward if—"

"stiles?"

"yeah?"

"we’ve been dating for 6 months."

"oh yeah… cool," he breathed, then immediately cringed.

"i mean, not cool like 'whatever' cool, but cool like 'this is the best thing ever' cool, and im going to stop talking now because im pretty sure im ruining the moment, and—"

you silenced him with another quick kiss, and felt him smile against your lips.

"you know," he said when you separated, "i think i just found my new favorite way to be shut up."

the police scanner suddenly burst to life with his dad's voice reporting a disturbance downtown, and stiles' eyes lit up with that familiar mix of curiosity and excitement.

"want to go investigate a potentially supernatural crime scene with me?" he asked, already reaching for his keys.

you laughed, standing up and pulling him with you. "only you would think that's a romantic second kiss location."

"hey, i contain multitudes," he protested, but his grin was infectious as he led you toward his jeep.

and just like that, life in beacon hills continued – only now with the added bonus of being able to kiss your adorably sarcastic boyfriend whenever he started rambling about werewolves.