Stiles x Reader one-shots

1: I'm in Love with an Idiot

  Warnings: several mentions of attempted jumping-off-cliff/house suicide, divorcing parents

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You knew that Stiles and Malia were during a rough period in their strange relationship, but you didn't estimate how strained it was.

When Stiles came to you for help, you questioned why you instead of Lydia, who much more about that kind of romantic stuff than you did. He said it was because you would probably give him better advice since you were sort of like Malia: you liked the simple things and didn't really bother with the whole shebang, unless absolutely necessary, even if you weren't a werecoyote (or any other supernatural creature for that matter) and hadn't lived as one for the better part of your life until rescued by Scott and his pack.

You reluctantly gave into Stiles' pleading because, knowing Stiles, he probably wouldn't stop pestering you until you said yes.

So today you found yourself sitting in front of a very stressed Stiles at his house (yours was not the best place to be...) to work on homework and help him with Malia.

And you weren't having the best day either: your alarm clock was off so you managed to probably set the new world record for fastest breakfast (dodging around your bickering parents. Idiots, both of them...why are they still married?), clothes changing, and shower in under 15-ish minutes (too bad no one was there to time you); then you failed the stupid chemistry test (thanks, Mr Harris) and had to stay after school to make it up.

Not that your parents would mind as they probably would still be arguing in the kitchen about some random misplaced spoon. They were -thankfully- filing for a divorce and then you wouldn't have to live with their constant fighting.

You swore the only people who keep you sane in Beacon Hills were your not-so-normal friends: Scott (now the True Alpha) and his pack.

You sighed out loud, could this day get any worse? The noise you made accidentally startled Stiles out of his thoughts; whatever was going on in that crazy mind of his.

"What's wrong, (y/n)?" Stiles sounded concerned.

You shook your head, "I'm fine. Just another stupid day of my stupid life." Stiles frowned, he hated it when you were like this: one time, when the conditions at your house were terrible, you had almost committed suicide. The stress of your current living conditions along with some failing grades in school had become to much for you. Thankfully he and the others were able to get there in time to stop you, but it took a while for you to get their trust back. They still didn't like you living with your parents, so sometimes you stayed at Stiles' house. With the Sheriff's permission of course. Stiles selflessly took it upon himself to help you with your grades too.

You didn't know where you'd be without him.

"(y/n)..." Stiles' voice had a warning tone to it.

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, yeah, I know...I'm not a child."

Stiles huffed, "well you sometimes act like one. Now let me see that math." You instead held your homework to your chest protectively.

"Nope!"

"And why not?"

"Because I understand it perfectly!"

"Right..."

"I'm not stupid!" you puffed your cheeks out in annoyance. "Let's just get this over with..."

"What over with?"

You almost headdesked. "Stiles..." you groaned, "you can't be serious?"

"Oh! Right...almost forgot..."

You lifted an eyebrow, just how serious was Stiles about this relationship with Malia if he 'almost forgot' that the two of you were going to plan something...to strengthen their bond or whatever. "Really..."

"Right! Let's get to it!" Stiles looked at you expectantly, "Well?"

"Well what? I didn't agree to this, remember?"

"Actually you did to, and I quote, 'help me with my poor love life.'" Stiles used air quotes to prove his point. Did I really say that?

"Well...I was tired! I didn't know what I was getting into!"

Stiles shook his head, "Too late! Now please help me!"

You sighed and rolled your eyes again, "What am I supposed to do again?"

"Tell me about girls! Show me your ways, senpai!"

"Stiles...I don't even know what that means. For all I know you just insulted me in the deepest ways possible known to mankind."

"Well, I didn't. Now start helping!"

And so you and Stiles proceeded to 'discuss' stuff girls like (or at least what you liked). More like Stiles proceeded to interrogate you on absolutely everything about girls/yourself. You interrupted him several times to ask him what good it would do for him to know all this stuff, but he just ignored you and you went with it.

Soon you broke for dinner, said your goodbyes to Stiles and his dad (Stiles' lucky he has someone who cares...) then left to the 'Hellhole', as you like to call it.

This process repeated for several days straight:
Wake up.
Go to school.
Go to Stiles' house.
Proceed to be interrogated by Stiles for all your secrets about girls.
Eat dinner there.
Leave to the Hellhole.
Sleep.
Repeat.

Malia was getting suspicious of why you and Stiles were spending so much time together, and you constantly assured her nothing was going on between the two of you. Even though you now knew Stiles' favorite everything, what he likes to eat, color, books...and he knew yours. How did that even happen? Right. Spending too much time together.

You most definitely didn't hold any romantic feelings towards Malia's freaking adorable, awkward, freakishly smart, dorky, friendly, sweet, caring, hilarious, charming...boyfriend. Malia's boyfriend. Right.

You shook your head as you rode in Stiles' jeep. It was now a routine for him to drive you to his house for you guys to work, instead of you walking all the way there. His jeep could be in better shape though...

You guys were just friends...Just. Friends. Nothing else! No. Feelings whatsoever. None. Zip. Nada. Zilch. You slapped your cheeks with your hands. Stiles gave you a strange look like: What the heck's wrong with her?

You rubbed your face in your hands and groaned. Oh no...Ugh. I'm falling in love with the dork. Malia's dork. I-I can't keep doing this. You'd reached Stiles' home. As soon as the car stopped, you leaped out of your seat and started running away towards your house. You just couldn't face Stiles right now. Not when everything's so uncertain and jumbled in your brain. You needed time to think. About everything: Your life. Your home. Your stupid crush on Malia's awkwardly cute boyfriend, Stiles.

"Hey! HEY! (y/n)! Where're you going!" Stiles hollered after you, obviously confused why you'd started racing away from his house. "My jeep doesn't smell that bad!" he added cheekily. You almost grinned. Almost. Stupid jokes. Stupid smile. Stupid -adorable- Stiles.

"Not now Stilinski!" You shouted, not looking back, "I-I just can't do this today!" You never called Stiles by his last name. Not unless you were very upset with something.

"W-wait! (y/n)!" Stiles started to panic. What if you were feeling depressed again? What if you were going to...

Oh no. Stiles didn't think twice and raced after you, his non-athleticism forgotten for the moment as he only wanted to catch up with you. (Pssh. Yeah right. As if that'll ever happen. In your dreams Stilinski.)

You abruptly changed direction and headed towards the woods. You could lose him there. Unfortunately Stiles was catching up. How was that even possible? Oh. You were to focused on your thoughts that you were gradually slowing down. And now you were crying. Great. Not good at all. Stiles can't see me like this! He'll think I'm going to...