Multifandom One-shots ( x reader )

Mistletoe - Stiles Stilinski

It was a snowy evening in December. You were getting ready for a party. Scott said that you should come, it was a party for the Pack and he said you were a part of it since you saved Liam once. Besides that you were really good friends with all of them. It didn't take you long to develop a crush on non other but the famous Stiles Stilinski. He broke up with Malia last spring. He didn't think it'll end good if they would be in a relationship any longer. They just didn't fit, he said. You, of course were both happy and sad. Malia was a good friend of yours, she was quite heartbroken, but after some time she found happiness again, unexpectedly in a girl. She came out as bi. You were happy that she trusted you and the Pack enough to come out. You, the shy and antisocial girl you were, tried hard not to mention anything that could show that you fell in love - yep you really loved him - but eventually Lydia, your best friend, figured out. She told you to leave him hints, you did, because she forced you. But it were small hints, you secretly hoped they were too small, so he never would figure out. He probably didn't want a nymph as a girlfriend.

Of course nymphs aren't the stereotypical known nymphs. Nymphs aren't goddesses. They weren't green or anything, however there were some, it was quite rare, who had colored skin, but that didn't show up all the time. Your skin had a soft violet tone, everytime you used your magic. Nymphmagic was, ...yeah you could say like the elementbending from Avatar. You controlled water, fire, earth and air with your mind. That was how you saved Liam.

As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you were satisfied with the result. It was not too much, but very pretty. You were not the type of girl who was sooo selfconfident, who wore short skirts and crop tops or anything. In fact, mostly you wore fandom hoodies and jeans. Your outfit was something you still felt a tad selfconfident in.

(Ignore the shoes on the fullbody)

You looked at the clock, just to see that you would be a bit late, not more than five minutes, but that was enough to make you nearly fall down the stairs and scream at your mother that you are going over to Scott. You lived in the same street, so it wasn't a big deal to walk over. You arrived, just in time with Lydia. You were everything, but a party girl. You hated parties. Well, it was only the Pack, so you accepted the invitation. ,,He... Hey Lydia!" You breathed heavily, you jogged half the way, with high heels and all. ,,Oh..Hey (y/n)!" She smiled. ,,You're late, as always." You glared at her playfully. ,,So are you." Lydia opened the door. ,,Well I planned on coming late, that's the difference." Both of you laughed as you stepped into the warm house. Scott came out of the living room, probably smelled or heard the two of you. ,,Late as always." He smiled warmly. ,,Yeah.." you scratched the back of your neck awkwardly. ,,Well come in, you don't want to stand in the hall all night, do you?" Scott asked. ,,Of course not!" You took of the light jacket and scarf you threw over before heading out.

The smell of delicious food greeted you in the living room. You looked around the room, to see who was here. You saw Malia and her girlfriend Sarah, a chimera. She was a part of the group after two or three months of her and Malia being in a relationship. Then you saw Ethan and Aiden, Derek, Allison, Liam, Hayden, Kira, Isaac and of course Stiles. Stiles with his brown hair, a flannel shirt and his marvellous smile, more like a smirk. Well, some people, couldn't come, but you thought the people who were there, were nevertheless enough.
You found a place next to Stiles. The only available seat. Of course. You internally screamed, but sat beside him eventually. ,,Hey." You said, quietly, looking at your hands, fidgeting in your lap. You saw the legs of Stiles in the corner of your eye. You weren't brave enough to look at him. You always had that problem with looking people in the eyes, regardless of whether the person was your crush or your aunt. ,,Hey (y/n), how are you?" Smalltalk. You didn't like it very much, but hey, it was Stiles who talked with you so you could survive it. ,,Uh... good, actually." That wasn't even a lie. Not really. It didn't count. You felt good talking to him. But the noises the others made with their talking and kissing and drinking and excisting began to slowly drive you insane. Happened at every place with much people. You had often sensory overloads or anxiety attacks. You were more of a out-in-the-nature, silent-y person. Thanks to the nymph part. ,,And you?" You asked, trying to talk a bit louder, so he could hear you. You mostly talked in a low voice. ,,Ah, well a bit hungry, aren't you too?" His answer came back. ,,Ac..Actually I could need some food right now." You  looked up into his face, a small, innocent smile on your lips. You saw that he had stared at you, maybe  trying with the Force to have you look at him. He stood up and held his hand out for you. Shyly you grabbed it and he helped you up. You followed him to the table with food. It was first at the table you noticed that the two of you still held hands. You blushed madly, but didn't want to break the skin contact. You decided on something that could be picked up and eaten with one hand easily.
(Just pick something you like)

If Stiles noticed that your finger still were intertwined, he didn't do anything to change that.
It was harder for you now to stay near the rest of the Pack. Everything got louder and louder and louder. You couldn't concentrate on anything. You tried to focus on saying something to Stiles. You furrowed your brows. ,,Sti...Stiles. Could we... Would you... Oh goodness. I can't st...ay in here!" You finally got out. Stiles looked concerned. You pulled at his hand, motioning him outside, into the garden. Your head felt like it was filled with mist or cotton. You could barely melt away the ever falling snow from a place underneath a tree, so you could sit there. You sat there with Stiles, close to each other, still holding hands. ,,What was that about?" He looked at you from the corner of his eye. ,,I, eh... It's kinda a nymph thing, well regular humans can have that too but it's very common that nymphs have it. Eh, it's named sensory overload, but mine are often mixed with upcoming anxiety attacks.." You tried to calm down and explain. ,,Oh." Was all Stiles could say to that. The two of you just sat there, staring at the snow falling down. His thumb caressing your hand, maybe it was something he didn't think about, maybe he did it to comfort you. You didn't know.

It wasn't an awkward silence. You soon felt better, and as you started to realise how close you sat beside Stiles, that he caressed your hand and that you probably made a fool of yourself with this overload, your face began to heaten up. You felt Stiles staring at you, so you turned your head around to face him, brave enough to look in his eyes. His beautiful brown-golden eyes. ,,Is there anything wrong?" You asked, trying to sound not so selfconscious as you felt. ,,No... It's just that you're really beautiful. And...well..." Already this made you blush harder, but what came then made your head nearly explode. ,,We're sitting under a mistletree."
Your eyes widened. You looked above your head. You saw all the mistletoes hanging in the branches. And slowly you looked back at Stiles. Eyes still widened. You held your squeal back, which was nearly impossible. You thought about thousand possibilities that could happen right now. You didn't even know if it was okay for him. Hell, you didn't even know if it was okay for you. That would be your first kiss ever, ever. But as he shifted his weight, taking his hand from yours and cupping your cheek with it, you knew you wanted that kiss more than anything to happen. Stiles other hand found place on your hip. Your arms sneaked around his neck, pulling him slowly closer. Until your lips met. It was as if sparks flew. You felt instantly as if you were in heaven. His soft lips seemed to connect to yours so well. As if the two of you were meant to be.

A/n:
Soo this was the mistletoe Stiles oneshot. It has an kinda open end.
This One-shot has 1,500 words.
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~Freya