Dylan O'Brien - One-Shots

Stiles Stilinski - Secret Admirer

It was a few weeks now, since you got the first note. Well, it was more of a love letter than a note. Since that day you had gotten one almost every day. The problem? You didn't know from who they were from. Lydia, Allison and you had tried to figure it out, but your secret admirer left no clues of who he or she was.

Today was again a day that you opened your locker to find a note. "You got one again?" Lydia looked at you expectantly, with a smile on her face, while you nodded, biting your lip, trying to contain your smile.

Lydia squealed and clapped her hands. "Allison!" She screamed through the hallway, while everyone looked at her weirdly, which she ignored, "She got another one!" That was enough to make Allison sprint over to you, a big smile spreading on her face. "No way?! Have you finally figured out from who they are?"

You shook you head and groaned. "What if I never discover who writes them? I need to know who has captured my heart without even knowing who they are." Lydia opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by a familiar voice. "Who has captured your heart?"

You turned around, note still in your hand and looked up at Stiles, your best friend, and Scott, your brother. You waved the note in your hand. "The one who is writing me those cute notes, they're so nice, I need to know who it is." Scott and Stiles quickly glanced at each other and you squinted your eyes at them.

"Do you guys know who writes them?" They quickly shook their heads and you sighed, pouting. "Well, are you gonna read what's inside or do I need to read it first?" Lydia couldn't contain her excitement. She was so happy for you, as was Allison.

You nodded and unfolded the paper. Quickly scanning it with your eyes. You didn't know how this person knew or noticed all those little things about you, but it made you feel really special. Your cheeks tinted red when you read the last line:

I am hopelessly in love with you Darling, and I hope that one day I can finally properly show it to you. Your boy, always.

You finally got a clue. You giggled and beamed up at the pack. "I have a clue!" Allison looked at you with wide eyes and Lydia quickly took the note out of your hands. "It's a boy!" She excitedly said. "I knew it." Allison peaked over Lydia's shoulder to read the note, and gave a quiet ahw.

"This is so sweet, can't someone do this for me?" She looked at Scott, hinting for him to do something like that, but it looked like he didn't get the hint.

Stiles hadn't said anything since the two of them had came over to you. You looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back, his eyes twinkling. "So, what are you going to do when you find out who writes the notes?" He finally asked. Your smile got only bigger. "Propose to them of course, why?" Stiles' mouth fell open and the rest all looked at you in shock, and you laughed, letting them know you weren't really serious.

"I don't know what I would do. I would really like to get to know this mystery person." You looked at the note again and automatically a smile found its way onto you face.

"But what if you already know him?" Stiles quietly asked, avoiding eye-contact, looking at the ground. "Stiles...? Do you know something?" He forced out a laugh and shook his head. "No, of course not." Okay, so he did know something.

You stared at him intently, not noticing the looks Scott, Allison and Lydia shared. Stiles looked really uncomfortable and nervous and you decided to let him be. For now.

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It was three days later and your birthday, you happily walked trough the doors of Beacon Hills High School, straight to your locker. You hoped that your mystery guy had left a note again. Would he know your birthday? You quickly opened your locker, but frowned when you didn't see anything. Maybe he didn't know it was your birthday?