No I Love YOU So Much 😭🫶🏻

i have this idea in my head but i don’t know if i should write it out properly or just do a bullet point post for it. i feel like i’m better at bullet point format posts but what would you guys prefer??

more stiles fluff pls bc hes so lover boy

thank you SO much for asking i love stiles so much he IS lover boy i need him desperately

also sorry this is so short i’m still trying to kick whatever sickness i have </3

he’s so stupid in love it’s sickening ( or maybe that’s me but )

constantly talking about you and/or wanting other people to bring you up so he can talk about you more

he’s so big on PDA, it really doesn’t matter what form. he’s just so in love with you and he doesn’t care who knows it.

lingering hugs and forehead kisses and ruffling your hair and staring at you fondly while someone else is talking to him

“stiles are you even listening to me” and the answer is always no. not when you’re around. his thoughts are always preoccupied by you.

if you’re not too big on PDA though, he’ll try to tone it down and settle for holding your hand or playing with your fingers while you’re standing next to each other. he’s fidgety and he likes touching you, he can’t help it.

i feel like if you’re watching a movie together, you’re in his arms. you claim it’s because he’s a nice pillow ( and he is ) but really, it’s the feeling of being safe.

you know as long as you’re with him, nothing and no one is touching you.

he always searches for you in crowded rooms. you’re the first thing he looks for, the first person his eyes settle on. he doesn’t always have to be with you but he at least has to know you’re around.

i feel like he’s only ever fully vulnerable when he’s alone with you. his whole life is sarcasm and jokes to cover his real feelings but with you, it’s so easy to let it out.

sure, you talk about the deeper things that he doesn’t tell most people but it’s more than that. you make his racing mind quiet. you calm him in a way that he hasn’t had in maybe ever.

in those moments, it’s just you and him laying in bed and he looks so peaceful, so gentle it makes your heart ache. your fingers are running through his hair and his arms are around your waist and his head on your chest and there’s never been a more perfect moment.

i feel like the first time he says i love you is an accident. he’s been overthinking on how to tell you for ages, worried you may not say it back that it just comes out.

and of course you say it back. after that, he says it all the time. you could be sitting in the passenger seat of his jeep and he’s driving and he’s staring at you instead of the road and you ask him why he’s staring

“i just love you, that’s all” and he shrugs like that’s the only possible answer he could give

stiles is the type of boyfriend who sends you random articles about a subject just because you said you liked it once.

he does like seeing you in his clothes so he will always lend them to you. but also, he likes getting them back once they start to smell like you.

he’s also the type to sing you cheesy love songs off key to annoy you ( but you also find it endearing— not that you’ll tell him that )

he drives you to school a lot. he says it’s better than the bus and you’re not even that much out of his way so it’s really no problem ( and it’s 100% an excuse to spend more time with you and make sure you get to school okay. whether you actually get there on time is not relevant. )

he’s always telling you about the crazy shit he overheard from his dad’s phone calls and about school gossip ( because let’s be honest, that boy yaps. he knows shit. )

he shares his snacks with you. ( it’s such a simple thing i know but where i come from, sharing food is a love language )

speaking of food, i feel like you guys have dinner together a lot. if the sheriff has to work late, you’re either inviting stiles over to eat with your family or you and stiles bring food to the sheriff’s office to make sure his dad eats too.

and on the subject of the sheriff, he adores you. he’s not really the type to say it aloud but he can see how happy you make stiles and how much you take care of him. and he does appreciate that you take care of him too. it’s been a while since they’ve had someone else to look out for them both.

stiles will do matching stuff with you. halloween costumes? check. matching pajamas? check. same flannels? check. he may have complained about it at first but once you convinced him he was hooked. he thinks it’s adorable.

stiles x autistic!partner hcs

a/n: april is autism awareness month and i wanted to do smth with our favorite boy! 🫶🏻 reader has lower support needs ( as this is based off of my experience as an autistic person with lower support needs ). not everything will be applicable to all readers.

he’s not unfamiliar with autism, exactly. he knows a lot of his adhd traits intersect with autism traits, but he’s never had a reason to explore it further.

until you.

when he learns that you’re autistic, he goes on one of his adhd deep dives ( sort of like when he went on the werewolf dive when scott was first bitten ).

he knows a LOT about diagnostic criteria ( and sometimes wonders if he himself fits it but that’s for another time ).

he also learns what your dislikes are— tastes, textures, sounds, etc. so he can do his best to keep them away from you. he also knows that are perfectly capable of doing those things yourself but he keeps track anyway because he loves you and he wants to help.

he’s never infantilized you before and he knows that you are your own person. god forbid anyone tries to take your autonomy or imply that because you’re autistic, you can’t do simple things or basic tasks.

but if you do end up needing a little help here and there, he doesn’t mind. he knows what it’s like to struggle with neurodivergence and he’s had a lot of practice with his own. maybe he messes up sometimes but he has good intentions.

he notices shifts in your behavior almost instantly. most of your friend group does but that’s due to supernatural senses; stiles just has an innate focus on you and learns to tell when something is different.

and he does his absolute best to soothe whatever is causing your distress. if some of your classmates are talking too loud or yelling across the cafeteria, he asks to take you outside away from it. or if you’re at a party and suddenly there’s too many people around, he’ll take you to somewhere more secluded. overstimulation is a feeling he knows well, so he sympathizes and does what he can to aid you.

he memorizes a lot of your coping mechanisms. whether it’s the way you tap your fingers together or how you brush the fabric of your skirt back in forth because it’s a texture you like or the rapid onset of blinks that seem to go like clockwork, he knows them all. sometimes he uses them too.

YAP SESSIONS. having an adhd boyfriend is a blessing when it comes to conversation.

he can talk for hours on any of his given topics and so can you. hyperfixations and special interests go hand in hand and god forbid if both of you have the same one at the same time. it happened once and you both ended up staying up all night without realizing it because you were too in depth with your conversation.

and just because he likes to talk, it doesn’t mean he won’t let you talk. sometimes when he needs his brain shut off, he’ll ask you to talk about one of your special interests. not because it bores him, but because he likes listening to the sound of your voice and because your passion for the subject makes it interesting to him. he likes knowing why you enjoy things so much and it helps him when he’s feeling overwhelmed.

he downloaded a text-to-speech app for you for times when you go non-verbal. lydia did too but he was the first because he wanted to make sure that everyone was still able to understand you. communication king.

stiles is REALLY bad at following schedules but if you need one, he makes sure he has it memorized and reminds you when it’s time for something. he can do it for others but when it comes to himself ? not so much.

you went to give him a hug once and his shirt was a fabric/texture you hated, so he threw it away. he wants you to be comfortable around him.

he keeps your safe foods stocked at his house and some in his backpack just in case. once, the cafeteria decided to experiment with the menu and it did not turn out well.

if someone asks “what kind of autism do you have?” he gets defensive. as someone who has dealt with adhd stereotypes and ignorant comments, he hates to see it happen to you.

Hi, gorgeous! How do you think Stiles would execute breakfast in bed? Beautiful disaster maybe? Or would he be super careful and tame his clumsiness?

(I hope you're feeling much better! 💜)

omg hi lovely !! i am feeling a bit better now <33 and this is SUCH a cute prompt, thank you for asking and giving me this :))

as stiles is our resident adhd disaster i think he tries really hard. but alas, i don’t think he is as successful as he hopes.

as his mother died when he was young, he wasn’t really taught to cook and since noah works most of the time, i think it’s a lot of junk food nights and simple meals. ramen, mac and cheese, anything easy to do. and while i do think some aspects of breakfast are easy for him to cook, the elaborate breakfast in bed idea is a bit too advanced for our dear boy.

maybe it’s valentine’s day, your birthday, or a random day where he wants you to feel special and he gets the idea in his mind. so he tries his absolute hardest.

he gathers all the ingredients and lays them out and he has a system, he swears he does but you’d never be able to decode it. at first, it’s going well. the eggs are fine and the bacon is sizzling in the pan, but things start to decline when he forgets the toaster oven. he’s humming to himself as he pushes the bacon around in the pan, dancing a little in the cute little apron he’s wearing ( i told you, he’s committed to the bit ). and his mind wanders a little to you and how happy you’ll be and suddenly the smell of burnt bread fills his nostrils and he freaks. it throws him off his game.

so in his attempt to clean up the burnt toast and rid the kitchen of the smoke and the acrid smell, the bacon in turn gets forgotten about. it fries to a crisp and is unable to be salvaged. by now, the eggs are cold.

it disheartens the poor boy. so he probably just brings you takeout breakfast instead ( which is still just as sweet because he took time out of his day to bring you food. )

in summary, i think he would try so hard to make it perfect which it what ultimately messes him up. and he learns it’s much more fun when you cook breakfast together, being goofy and where he isn’t as in his head about it being the “perfect” breakfast in bed. besides, once you’re done cooking you can always take the tray of breakfast foods back to bed and cuddle while you eat.

hi!! part two of the jealous stiles thing. please.

ohohoho *rubs my evil little hands together* i am SO glad you asked

stiles is tired. he was distracted the whole time at practice and he still can’t seem get the image of that guy flirting with you out of his head. it’s this thought that causes him not to notice you as you’re standing on the side of the lacrosse field, fiddling with your hands, until he practically runs into you.

“oh, hey.” his greeting is casual and his tone questioning, not like the usual playful smile and exuberant tone you’re so used to receiving but you decide it’s just because he’s not used to you being at school so late.

“hey. so my car totally died on me and my parents are stuck at work. can you give me a ride home?” your tone is sheepish, hesitant to ask since he’s been so unlike the usual stiles you know all day. but everyone else was already gone and you had no other choice.

how could he deny you?

“yeah. yeah, i’ll give you a ride home.”

your shoulders sag in relief as you both head to the familiar blue jeep in the parking lot. you’re both quiet as you walk but you’re almost certain you see him open his mouth and close it again several times, almost as if he wants to say something but then decides against it.

“so, the new guy thinks he wants to try out for lacrosse.”

it’s your attempt at starting a conversation but the comment has the opposite of your desired effect. you can hear his quiet scoff as he throws his lacrosse gear in the back and you turn your head as you climb in the passenger seat, catching his eyes that are full of an emotion you think is anger. or maybe annoyance. whatever it was, you knew it was unhappy.

“okay, seriously stiles? what is going on with you? you’ve been a total jerk all day and you’re barely speaking to me. did i do something?”

his gaze softens and you could swear that there’s remorse in the lines of his eyes as he looks at you. and he hates himself for making you think that he’s upset at you. for holding you at arms’ length when you had nothing to do with the new guy hitting on you. his ire could never be directed at you, especially not for this.

“no. ‘course not. just think it’s a little strange that this guy is here all of two seconds and already aiming for a date with the first girl he sees.”

your brows raise and he catches it, his face morphing into that embarrassed look you know so well as he sputters his next words.

“not- not that i mean he shouldn’t ask you out. i mean, if it were me and i had you offering to show me around, i’d ask you out too.”

“okay.” you purse your lips slightly, still not fully understanding what his problem is.

“i don’t say yes to dates with guys i just met, by the way,” are your next words as you look over at him. “i like to get to know someone first.”

his hair is still damp with sweat, one hand on the wheel of his jeep and the other resting on his leg as he sighs. you’ve never seen anyone be more attractive, never been more attracted to stiles as you are in this moment. he looks like a god, one you’d happily worship if he let you. ( on your knees. )

it takes a moment for your brain to fully process what his earlier statement implied, realization setting in your bones.

“wait. are you saying you’d ask me out?”

“depends on if you’d say yes. but you just said you don’t go on dates with guys you just met.”

“it’s a good thing i didn’t just meet you, then.”

the only sound is the way his breath hitches and his gaze becomes something you can only describe as predatory. like he wants to eat you alive, devour you whole. and that makes something in you snap.

you don’t say a word as you place your lips on his.

he wastes no time reciprocating, his hands finding your body and he tugs you, gently, from the passenger seat and into his lap. your hands thread through his hair, stopping at the nape of his neck. the way he kisses you is possessive, hungry, his hands holding your hips hard enough to bruise and you wish you’d known that all it would take for stiles to kiss you was someone else flirting with you.

you pull away breathless, his gaze causing shivers to run down your spine and set your body on fire.

“maybe i should make you jealous more often if it means you’ll kiss me like that again.”

“i’ll kiss you like that whenever you want.”

the confession makes your heart melt. and you can tell he means it, the way he’s looking at you like you’re the center of his world. you recognize it because it’s the way you’ve always looked at him and the way he used to look at lydia. you just never thought you’d see it towards you.

“i’m holding you to that.”

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lazy cuddles with stiles sound sooooo good rn

like maybe you’ve had a long day or maybe you took a day off just to be together. but you’re both in bed with light filtering through the windows as you talk about everything and nothing.

his arms around you and his head on your chest, your hands running through his hair as you hum softly. maybe it’s the tune of a song you like or maybe it’s random notes in a non-sequential order but nonetheless it’s a soothing sound.

you focus on his breathing at certain times, just to make sure he’s still there. reveling in the fact that he’s real and this is a moment you want to remember forever. it’s pure domesticity and bliss and you wish that it was always like this.

maybe he asks you questions or maybe he’s telling stupid jokes to make you smile because that’s his favorite sight in the world. maybe his hands move to tickle you because your laughter brings him unfettered joy. and when he settles, he just looks at you like you’re his entire world. because you are.

soft, sweet kisses at sporadic moments just because he loves you so much and the urge overtakes him.

just. ugh i need stiles comfort rn.

So I recently dipped back into my teen wolf hyper fixation because I like how Dylan Obrien acts and stiles stalinski as a character, and I was on ao3 and I filtered out all the stuff I didn't want and

Why is stiles shipped with grown men so often?

I don't understand why it happens so often. Not even just him and Derek, but him and Peter, Chris argent, Gerard argent, the crazy alpha werewolf from the crazy alpha werewolf pack, various grown men from other works because it even happens to him in crossover pics.

What is it about this 17 year old boy that screams grown men desire me carnally

It's not even just for angst, like him being captured and something deeply unfortunate happens while some deranged grown man has him locked in his basement, but as just a normal part of the fic

And some people will try to justify it with and they didn't fuck until stiles was 18 like that isn't an excuse real life groomers use.

Anyway, I just wanted to ask cause I wasn't going to go into some random sterek fic and start asking why pedophile ships are somehow the most popular ones in the teen wolf Fandom!

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