Always You (Stiles × Reader)

Stiles's POV

A/N: hey, sorry for not updating for like a year lmao. My mental health went downhill and I questioned my gender and sexuality quite a bit. Now I'm feeling much better and wanna carry on. Just a few quick things before we get into the story. There will probably be no discernable plot for a while coz I have no idea where year 8 me was going with this story. Also, I now go by the name August, identify as non-binary and pansexual and I also use he/they pronouns. I will be writing (Y/N) with they/them pronouns because it is more inclusive and I will find it easier to write. :)
Hydrate yourself
August x

The kiss lingered on my mind for the whole party as we danced to the loud music in Lydia's backyard. (Y/N) stayed close to me for the entire party. Our bodies swayed in synchronicity as the day faded into night. Drinks were passed around and people ended up getting very drunk, however, me and (Y/N) stayed sober to remember this beautiful night.

At 1am, the party started dying down and soon enough, it was just our close circle of friends left. We all congregated in Lydia's kitchen, the world becoming blurred and hazy. (Y/N) had their arm around my waist as we sang a slurred happy birthday. We were all tired as we trudged upstairs to gather our things. I felt crestfallen when I discovered that (Y/N) was staying at Lydia's for the night. I wished I could stay with them more, however, my dad was expecting me home by 2am.

It was only half one by the time everyone who was staying for the night was ready for bed. I decided to stay until the last minute so I could spend more time with (Y/N). I checked that everyone was decent before I made my way into Lydia's room where (Y/N) was setting up a air mattress, probably for them to sleep on. They had their hair plaited down their back (if you can do that with your hair) and was wearing a cropped t-shirt with a frog on a skateboard printed on it (I own a hoodie with this design on. Its pretty cool) and a pair of baby blue shorts. Lydia had decided to put a movie on which I was later informed by (Y/N) had been Twilight, a series they had loved in "their dark days of Year 7" but now hated with a passion. Well all but Alice Cullen.

I knelt down next to them as they sat on top of the duvet that was spread across the mattress. They gestured for me to sit next to them.
"Heyyy beautiful." I caught a glimpse of a blush creeping up their cheeks.
"Hey Stiles," they replied, "are you staying?" They looked hopeful.
"No, sorry." I glanced at my phone which told me it was 1:37 am. "I have to be home by two."
"Oh-" they looked sad.
"Hey, hey" I said softly. "Don't worry, I'm free tomorrow so we can hang out then." I reached out and tilted their chin up so our faces were inches away.
"Yeah, okay" (Y/N)'s voice had been reduced to a whisper as they leaned in to kiss me. This kiss was soft and gentle whereas the ones outside had been rushed and urgent. They brought one hand up to my shoulder and the other into my hair, pulling me closer. I wrapped a hand around their waist and another on the back of their neck. Lydia's attention was diverted from a shirtless guy with long hair turning into a wolf and exclaiming "Bella, where the hell have you been Loca" to me and (Y/N) on their air mattress.

"OH MY GOD! THEYRE SO CUTE!" she turned to Allison as me and (Y/N) awkwardly broke apart. Allison mouthed sorry in our direction and went back to Lydia gushing over our newly kindled relationship. I smiled apologetically to (Y/N) who's blush had turned her into some adorable tomato. I checked my phone once again for the time and let out a river of profanities. "I'm going to be late home and dad's gonna kill me." I quickly kissed (Y/N) goodbye and whispered in their ear. "Message me when you wake up and we can figure some sort of meet up for tomorrow... we'll, its really today but you get what I mean"
(Y/N) smiled and bid farewell to me.

The second I closed the door, Lydia and Allison started excitingly quizzing (Y/N) on every aspect of our relationship. I briefly heard someone (most likely Lydia) ask (Y/N) what my lips tasted like before I ran downstairs and jumped into my jeep. I was head over heels in love with (Y/N) and there was nothing I wanted to do about it.