Teen wolf Oneshots X Reader 💖

Stiles x reader

stiles found you when he went to eichen house, having been held there since you were a child, stiles was your first glance at love and freedom. when Malia came a long its safe to say you got a bit...jealous.

pairing: stiles x reader

warnings: angst and fluffy comfort

Malia was over, again. Everyday for the past week she had somehow made her way into Stiles' room for help 'studying'. Sure you knew she needed help, but you needed Stiles.

So now, here you were yet again, sulking against the headboard of Stiles' bed while doing a science assignment that you didn't understand one bit. But Stiles was too busy helping Malia to even look your way, so you bit your lip so hard, you felt it begin to bleed.

Sure, maybe for any normal 17 year old, getting this upset over something this small was petty but for you it was a huge deal. The first person you had talked to since you were 6 years old that wasn't an eichen worker or someone who was trying to manipulate you was now treating another girl the exact same way, and it hurt.

"shit..." you mumbled, quickly getting up holding a hand over your mouth to cover the mess underneath.

"language!" Stiles shouted at you, noticing the new vocabulary you had picked up from your classmates as you rushed to his bathroom.

Sure, you didn't want too much attention, feeling slightly embarrassed, but there was a small part of you that still expected him to check on you. He never did.

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The next day you were kept behind for not finishing said science assignment, arriving late to the packs regular lunch table, only to find your regular seat next to Stiles occupied by none other than Malia.

Lydia watched you as you stood there, almost lost as to what you were supposed to do in this situation. Eyes going back and forth between Stiles and your seat. She quickly grabbed your arm pulling you into the seat next to her. Sending you a pitiful smile she wrapped a manicured hand around your bicep, squeezing it as a sign of comfort but your eyes stayed attached to Stiles.

You wrapped your last piece of comfort, one of Stiles' navy blue plaid shirts, closer around your body, chewing nervously on your nails. You had been separated before on nights when you slept at your foster home or when Lydia wanted a girls night. But never this long, and you were beginning to go insane.

"Y/N?" Scott said again, louder this time, hoping to get your attention.

"What? Sorry I kinda zoned out." You chuckled awkwardly, hoping to get the attention off of you.

"I was asking if you got that assignment done." He asked, a calming smile on his face. Maybe it was a bit excessive to text Scott asking for help as Stiles obliviously ignored you, but clearly it didn't matter as he wasn't sure either, telling you to ask Stiles, to which you lied saying you will.

"What assignment?" Stiles scoffed out, finally joining the conversation, you subtly rolling your eyes.

"She didn't tell you? Y/N I though you said you'd ask him." Scott replied, truly rubbing it in as Stiles' face continued dropping.

"It was just a stupid science one it doesn't matter." You mumbled, playing with frayed fabric on Stiles' shirt.

"Y/N how many times do I have to tell you, every single one matters. Especially since you haven't been here for the past 2 years." Stiles replied, growing more and more confused every second.

"Stiles just leave it!" You finally gave in, frustrated by the fact that he suddenly seemed to care so much. You heard nothing in response except from the sound of chair legs on the ground and then footsteps approaching before stopping in front of you, your eyes not moving from the table ahead of you.

"Up, now." Stiles said, hand grabbing yours and pulling you up until you were stood at your full height. You still stayed silent making no eye contact as he dragged you from the cafeteria and through halls, finally stopping inside of an empty classroom. "Tell me what's going on." He demanded softly. But again you said nothing, eyes stuck to his chest.

"Baby, please talk to me." He said, lifting your chin to meet his eyes. "Why're you so sad, hm?" He added, rigid palm caressing your face.

The last few days had been so emotionally overwhelming that you didn't even know where to start, eyes filling with tears before you could hold them back. "M' sorry!" You cried out, head diving into his chest and arms wrapping around his waist.

You had been so deprived of his touch the past few days that you almost instantly felt better but the tears kept coming, along with soft shushing from Stiles. "What are you sorry for pretty girl?"

"I don't know, I just, I guess I've been upset with you and Malia the past few days. She's always over and I barely get any help anymore and she stole my seat at lunch!" You yelled out frustrated, becoming more confused when Stiles' concerned face turned into a smirk.

"Are you jealous?" He asked. You didn't answer staring straight at him. Eyes conveying that you weren't in the mood for this. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry." He laughed out, pulling you tighter into his chest. "I'll give you more attention from now on, okay? No need to be upset, I was just helping Malia cause she's missed almost as much as you and doesn't have an awesomely handsome and intelligent boyfriend to help her." He smiled down at you, laughing when you giggled and smacked his chest.

For the first time in days you felt relieved that everything just might go back to normal.