Lydia Martin - “All These Things That I’ve Done.”
You are being Lydia’s fake girlfriend because some guy she doesn’t like is into her and she can’t get rid of him.
You haven’t spoken to Derek since… that night. Lydia says it’s ridiculous that you keep actually referring to it as “that night”.
“You slept with him! Just say it out loud!” She yells but it just causes you to sink deeper into your couch cushions.
To you, the fact that Derek doesn’t attend school is amazing. It’s so amazing that you want to bake cookies for every single person in the school including Greenberg, and then invite them all in one big group hug that doesn’t include Derek. Almost five days go by, and you go to school, and go home with a friend. You even take the longer way home so you don’t have to pass by Derek’s house.
“Why don’t you want to talk to him?” Malia asks in the middle of a pack meeting on Friday night, which doesn’t include Derek because you requested that he not know about the meeting at all. Everyone decided not to ask why because they know you better, except Malia. You can’t blame her. She’s still rather new.
“No, my dad,” Stiles says sarcastically as he scribbles away on a poster board. You really have no idea what he’s doing but he looks very into it so you let him be.
“I meant Derek, yes,” Malia sighs.
You fiddle with your thumbs and watch Stiles scribble away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Lydia glares at you, but because she’s a good friend she keeps her mouth shut.
“Why didn’t you want Derek to come?” Malia presses.
“I never said that.”
Kira’s eyes roll and she comes to sit next to you on Scott’s table. “Are you okay? Did something happen between you two?”
“I still think this is stupid. I’m calling him. He should be here for this meeting.” Malia looks around the room instead of grabbing her phone.
“Malia, you don’t actually have his phone number,” Stiles points out.
“Then you call him,” she orders her boyfriend.
Stiles puts down his marker and stares at Malia. “No, I’m not calling Derek. I’m trying to figure out the plan.”
“Well no one knows what you’re doing.”
Stiles looks like he wants to throw his marker at Malia but Scott interrupts. “Wait, you’re ignoring Derek….?”
“Yes,” You snap. “I am ignoring Derek. I do not want to see Derek; I do not want to hear Derek, and I do not want to say anything to him either.”
Scott swears under his breath.
“What did you do?” You squint your eyes at Scott.
“I was wondering why Derek wasn’t here, so I texted him, thinking he just didn’t get the memo. He’ll be here any second now.”
You actually pick up Stiles’ marker and throw it at Scott.
Stiles snatches the marker off the floor angrily as if he’s mad at you. “Seriously, what the hell? Why are you so angry with Derek?”
“I’m not angry with Derek!” You whine.
“You’re the most confusing person ever,” Malia rolls her eyes.
You huff and sit back on the couch with Lydia, who’s smiling at you, which you chose to ignore.
“(Y/N), seriously, tell us what’s going on,” Kira asks, her eyes full of concern. “What did Derek do?”
“Please, tell me, what did I do?” Derek walks in, holding a notebook and scribbling away on it, deeply concentrating. It hits you hard, when he walks in, because he somehow looks more gorgeous than he did… that night, but you’re just thanking the world and the trees and the bodies of water that he’s wearing an actual shirt. Although, that doesn’t stop you from standing up abruptly.
Derek turns and stares at you, his gaze softening as he sees your horrified expression. “Hello.”
“Hi,” you mutter. “I have to pee.” You run up the stairs to Scott’s washroom as fast as your legs can take you. You can feel everyone’s eyes on you as you run up the stairs, but you don’t care; the only necessity was that you got out of there.
You sit in the washroom, staring at yourself in the mirror trying to pull it together. Remain strong, you tell yourself. Crawling out of Scott’s window and running home isn’t the kind of thing you would normally do. So, you stand up tall, fix up your hair, and begin to walk out of Scott’s room until you hear footsteps coming up the stairs which cause you to abort the mission and hide in the bathroom again.
You lean against the door, hoping that the person will just go away. At first, there’s just silence, then a light tap at the door.
“Yes?” You ask, trying to remain as nonchalant as possible.
“(Y/N), are you okay?” Of course, it’s Derek. Of course. You just have the best luck in the world.
Backing away from the door, your hand hesitates on the knob. “I’m fine. What do you want?”
“Can I come in?”
“No. I’m peeing. You’re disgusting.”
Surprisingly, he remains calm instead of giving you too much sass. “I have werewolf senses, remember? Just let me in.”
“That just makes that ten times creepier. Do you always listen to your friends pee?”
He gives you silence, as if he’s rolling his eyes. After a few moments, you realize you aren’t getting a response from him. A small part of you thinks he’s left and went back downstairs but the other part of you is hoping he’s still there, waiting for you. So, because of this other part of you that’s so ridiculously hopeful, you open the door.
“Malia told me that you didn’t want me to come today.” He gets right to the point.
“I didn’t want you to come today.”
He sighs, understanding that information. “Is it because I haven’t been calling you?”
You gawk at him. “No? You never call people. I wasn’t expecting you to call.”
He stands there clueless. “Why then?”
“I- I don’t know what to say to you.” You let yourself relax a bit, because there’s no use in hiding your feelings around him anymore. Taking a seat on the counter, you cover your face with your hands. “I don’t know where we stand. I don’t know if the other night meant anything to you. I don’t know how to tell you what it meant to me.”
“Do you regret it?” Derek stands in the doorway, staring at you with a beautiful curiosity that keeps your head spinning.
“Well, I don’t either.”
You rub your temples. “We can’t be doing this. With everything that’s going on, I barely have time for school, let alone a silly crush were I’m constantly confused of my feelings.”
“Look,” he says, walking closer to you. You see the little smirk on his face. “This doesn’t have to be confusing.”
“What even is this?”
“This is us.”
You pause and really look at him now. There’s the smallest hint of a smile on his face and he leans against the counter.
“There’s an us?” You whisper.
“Well, if you want there to be an us.”
You don’t even have to say it out loud for him to know the answer. It only takes one little look, and one little move of the lips, and you both get the answer across.
“Come back downstairs,” he says softly, placing his hand over yours.
As you hop off the counter, he quickly pulls you in to a quick kiss. At least, it was supposed to be quick, but you grabbed hold of his face and held him close for longer. The feeling of his stubble was just amazing, and the little press of his lips were even more amazing and letting yourself go back downstairs and leaving this will be difficult, but you know you have to do it anyways.
Once the two of you enter the room where everyone’s gathered again, Scott stares up at you with a weird expression.
“What?” You ask.
“Please don’t make out in my bathroom again.” That’s the only comment on the subject, then you all go back to your regular planning. Well, okay, maybe it’s a little bit different because Derek didn’t always stand so close to you before
Ahh thank you sweetie ♥ and You’re very welcome.
Stiles Stilinski - “Pretty Miss Martin” (FOR BRIANNA-JOY)
Through Snapchat, you end up telling Stiles how you’re not the biggest fan of his good friend, Lydia.
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"Hangin with the lydia"
Is what Stiles’ snapchat story reads. It’s a photo of Lydia sitting on Stiles’ lap. You knew he was invited to her mom’s birthday dinner at the banquet hall, and that he couldn’t bring along you as a plus one, but it doesn’t make you feel better to see her sitting on his lap.
You throw your phone down on the desk and go back to researching through files with Derek at the police station. Derek is speaking to you, but all you can think of is Lydia damn Martin. Sure, she was mostly nice to you; she did your hair one time for the dance, and she also bought you lunch one day when you were short, but she was just so… intimidating.
“Hey, B?” Derek asks, but you’re still looking off into space. “Joy? Hello?”
Your phone lit up and you had a Snapchat notification from Stiles. Hesistantly, you open it, revealing a short video of him yelling too loudly, “SCOTT DO YOU WISH JOY WAS HERE?”
The camera quickly pans to Scott who’s sitting on a couch saying, “Not really.”
Two seconds later Stiles is yelling again. “SCOTTY NO.”
You almost want to start laughing when you see Scott fake crying and saying, “I’m sorry Joy. I wish you were here. Don’t kill me.”
Quickly, you take a photo of the papers infront of you and type, “You have Lydia as company instead.”
Right when you click send, Derek is calling your name again. “Brianna-Joy, are you even listening to me?”
You look up to see him glaring at you furiously.
“Uh. What?” You mumble, putting your phone down again.
“Did you figure anything out? I’m thinking Parrish could be a Phoenix, but-“
You shake your head and out of the corner of your eye you see your phone light up again with a snap from Stiles. You interrupt Derek completely as your hands reach for your phone so you can see a frowning Stiles with the caption, “But she’s not you.”
And I’m not her, is all that you can think. Stiles has been in love with Lydia for a majority of his life. That couldn’t have just faded away all of a sudden in the past year when you arrived to town. You are just an awkward teenager with no parents, who has to live with Derek Hale of all people. Sure, you’re a werewolf, but Lydia is a banshee, which is like a thousand times cooler. She’s even worth more than you on the deadpool; the benefactor even thinks she’s cooler than you.
“Joy, seriously?” Derek is back to glaring at you. You smile at him sheepishly and he throws his arms up. “I’m going to get some coffee. I give up on trying to talk to you.”
You take a frowning photo of yourself, captioning it, “Tell Scott I say hi. Lydia too.”
Almost instantly, you get a reply, captioned, “Lydia left because she wasn’t feeling well. But Scott says hi.”
Before you can even reply to that one he sends you a photo of the floor instead of his face. "Can I ask a serious question?"
You raise an eyebrow at that, but tell him, “Sure?”
“Do you even like Lydia?”
Okay, so, you’re Stiles’ girlfriend, you should probably like Lydia considering she’s his best friend besides Scott. And all this time, you had Stiles convinced you liked her even though deep down she made you as insecure as ever. But, it was time to tell the truth.”
Although, instead of sending your whole internal thoughts to him, all you send is, "She has nice hair."
Stiles snapchats a photo of him glaring into the camera; no caption needed.
“Fine. She’s not my favourite person.”
You put your phone down and stare at it while you wait for him to respond. You can see that he’s opened the snap, but a minute passes and he doesn’t respond. A minute then becomes two.. then three then four then five and soon enough you give up. He probably is telling Lydia about your secret hate for her, and the two of them are on their way to the station to hunt you down and stab you and then let you heal slowly over and over again.
Groaning, you burry your head into the papers scattered across the desk because your life is over.
However, your phone begins to ring.
“Hello?” You answer the second that you see Stiles’ name on the screen.
“I had to get outside to call you. It was just really noisy in the banquet hall.”
Stiles doesn’t even pause. “So you don’t like Lydia? I totally knew it. You always glare at the wall whenever I bring her up.”
“I’m sorry. But she has nice hair.”
“You have nice hair. She actually is jealous of your hair because it’s so long.”
“Okay. Well, her eyes are prettier.”
“Oh geez, really Joy?” You can hear the laugh in his tone. “Your eyes are both Hazel. But yours are nicer, I’ll admit.”
“Don’t compare yourself to her.”
“You loved her first,” you spit out and he goes quiet. “Uh… Scott told me a while ago. How you’ve been in love with her since like third grade. That couldn’t have just gone away.”
“I don’t love her like that anymore. That was a silly crush I had. I was in love with the idea of her. Now, she’s my good friend, but the love there is strictly platonic, I promise you.”
“What if she likes you? She acts like it sometimes.”
He chuckles. “I don’t think so. But even if she does, she’ll get over it and find someone right for her. I love you, and she’s not going to change that.”
It’s one for a girl named Brianna-Joy. She didn’t give a very specific prompt. She only said “I’m insecure about Lydia and stuff” so I’m making one where Stiles’ girlfriend doesn’t like Lydia very much but she has to pretend to for Stiles’ sake. And then he happens to be hanging out with her at a party and he snapchats some photos.
Yes I did! I’m so so sorry that I take forever to post them. I hardly have any free time these days but don’t worry I’ll get to all of the requests eventually.
Stiles Stilinski - “What We Are”
You and Stiles act awfully couple-y and everyone starts asking you whether you’re dating or not, but you can’t even answer that question, so you have to ask Stiles himself, which ends up getting you stuck in his kitchen for a very awkward dinner with his Dad.
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Derek, out of all people, was the first to ask, yet you didn’t think about it much. It was while the two of you were making cookies in the loft for Melissa for Mother’s Day. “You have a date with your boyfriend tonight?” Derek asked in that tone of his which makes him sound like he couldn’t care less even though he sort of does care -you know, in his own little Derek way.
“My boyfriend?” You ask, crinkling your nose.
Instead of giving him a real answer, you stare off into space with confusion for a moment before beginning to read the cookie recipe out loud to him so that he can fetch the ingredients.
Lydia was the second to ask.
“Did you go see Stiles today?” She asked on a Saturday evening while you braided her hair during your weekly movie night.
“No. Though, I did go to his place last night after the pack meeting. Why?”
Her back was turned to you, but you knew that she was smirking. “He was quite touchy with you last night. What did you do when you got back to his place?”
Supposedly, you could tell her what the two of you did -which was each other -but that was none of her business. “We watched that Michael J. Fox movie where he turns into a werewolf.”
She doesn’t ask about it again until Monday morning when the two of you are standing with Kira at your locker. Lydia makes a point, while pursing her lips, to reach out and poke the photo that you have in your locker of you and Stiles in a photo booth. Everyone’s seen the photos of him kissing your cheek, or you poking his nose, and even the last one where he’s smiling too much while trying to kiss you; everyone has seen these photos but suddenly she was pointing it out. “You guys make a cute couple,” Lydia told you.
“We aren’t a couple.” You didn’t even look at the photo.
Kira looked puzzled. “You’re not? But- that makes no sense. He kissed you in front of me just yesterday after breakfast at Scott’s house.”
“Purely friendly. He kissed my cheek.” It wasn’t true, but maybe Kira would fall for it.
“Alright… Well, I do think he likes you.” Even though Kira sort of fell for it, Lydia was still squinting her eyes at you. You tried ignoring her stares, and then Kira was gesturing down the hall. “Hey look who it is.”
Alongside Scott, Stiles was walking right towards the three of you. When you shut your locker, Scott was poking your side.
“Good morning. Are we still up for videogames after school?” Scott asks; his smile perfectly bright for the foggy morning.
“If I survive Econ,” you grinned. Your eyes flickered over to Stiles, who was clutching onto his backpack straps and smiling softly at you.
As the bell rung, your friends started scattering to class, but before you could do the same, Stiles took hold of your hand. “Do you seriously have to hang out with Scott today? You’ve seen him play video games. He always reaches for the chip bowl at the wrong time and then suddenly,” Stiles waved his spare arm around dramatically, “there’s chips everywhere!”
Despite your laugh, you had to tell him, “I do have to. I like hanging out with him. Geez, you’re not my only friend.”
“Well,” Stiles scratched the back of his neck, “we’re not friends, exactly. You’re like… Uh-” But then Stiles was cut off by Finstock who was yelling at the two of you to get to class. Stiles released your hand. “I’ll catch you at lunch.”
That day you couldn’t think. You most likely didn’t do very well on your Econ pop quiz because of Stiles. You avoided him at lunch time, and basically sped all the way to Scott’s house when the final bell rang. Luckily, Scott didn’t seem to notice the way that you dragged him out of the school and ran a red light.
“Oh, so in chemistry class, Stiles was-” Scott started telling you a story while the two of you sat in his room, but you cut him off.
“Can we not talk about Stiles?” You asked right before shooting a zombie’s brains out.
“But it’s funny. He got in trouble because the teacher heard him talking about how cool it is to find dead bodies. Now, if it was Finstock, he would’ve been all good, but nope, Stiles got detention because he’s apparently a mentally disturbed child. That makes no sense to me.”
“Are you okay? He’s your boyfriend. This is so funny. Now you can make fun of him. You should be saying Thank you, Scotty!”
You quickly grab a chip before replying. “He’s not my boyfriend. Why does everyone keep saying that?”
“Well, the two of you do kiss a lot and everyone sees you hold hands practically 24/7. Oh, and maybe because you’re sleeping together,” Scott blurted out just as you were munching on some chips.
“How did you know that!? He didn’t tell you did he? I’m going to kill him!” You mumble angrily through your full mouth.
“He didn’t tell me. I can smell it on you, you gross teenager, you.”
You had to pause the video game because you felt lightheaded. “You didn’t tell anyone, did you?”
“No. But I’m sure they’ve figured it out. Especially Derek. Oh, he knows. Particularly because Derek sort of lives with you so he has to hear everything whenever Stiles comes over and-“
“I get it!”
Scott took a sip of some soda. “Are you okay?”
“Has Stiles ever said that we’re dating?”
“No. He just never shuts up about you. It’s annoying, really. But I guess it’s payback for what I used to do with Allison. I still do that, actually.”
You smiled to yourself. “He never shuts up about me?”
“God no. He’s such so love struck that it’s nauseating and I should be mad at you for doing it to him, but then again I can’t be mad at you because it’s so sweet seeing the two of you together.”
“I need to talk to him. Crap, Scott, I really need to figure out what the two of us are.”
“No,” you furrow your eyebrows, “I mean, if the two of us are dating or not. Are we just friends with benefits or…”
“Is it love?” He seemed pretty amused as he leaned back holding the chip bowl. You nodded and of course, he told you to go.
You had planned out everything you were going to say on the car ride to Stiles’ house; you basically had a script planned out in your mind and it was awesome. Right when Stiles opened the door, you were going to say it, and it was going to be amazing and you were going to live happily ever after, except it wasn’t Stiles who answered the door, it was his dad.
“(Y/N)? Hello. I didn’t know you were coming over. Stiles is helping me with dinner right now,” The sheriff greeted.
“Oh. I can come back tomorrow, sorry,” You quickly tried to excuse yourself because your plan was failing you.
“Come join us! We have plenty of Chinese food to go around.” He practically dragged you inside.
You swear repeatedly to yourself in your head, but you can’t turn back now, especially when you walk into their kitchen to see Stiles wearing a simple black t-shirt; the sleeves cling around his biceps in a pleasing way, and you feel a sense of serenity seeing him wear it while opening a box of takeout.
“Dad, who was it- Oh,” Stiles pauses and stares at you. “Y/N. Hi.”
“Set a plate for her. She’s staying for dinner.”
“I didn’t know we were setting plates,” Stiles raises an eyebrow. “It’s just takeout. I was going to take it out to the backyard and eat it by myself.”
“Well, we’re setting plates now!” The sheriff announces, getting out the cutlery.
You stare at Stiles, quite nervously. He smiles at you and sets the table really quickly. As he walks by you to get to his seat you whisper, “I’m sorry, I needed to talk to you and I didn’t realize your dad was going to be home and-“
“It’s okay,” he says softly, rubbing your arm. “It’s more than okay, actually. This is nice for me. For you, it might kind of suck because my dad likes to ask weird questions so I’m really sorry-“
“So, (Y/N), I don’t see you very often,” John remarks. “Stiles never shuts up about you. I hear you’re still living with that Derek kid.”
“Dad,” Stiles casts his dad an embarrassed look as he takes a seat.
You take a seat across from the sheriff. “I do, yeah. Though, Derek’s not really a kid…”
“I can’t even imagine living with him. It’s probably worse than living with Stiles. The kid is so loud. He broke two plates last week because he spent five hours watching YouTube videos on how to spin them,” the Sheriff glares right at his son.
“Dad, seriously?” Stiles glares right back.
“Uh..” you stare between the two of them, “Derek isn’t so bad. He’s quiet. And he has great reflexes so we don’t break any plates.”
“But you’re still dating this kid,” John grins, gesturing to his son.
“Please stop,” Stiles frowns at his dad just as you say, “Oh, we aren’t dating- I mean-“
The two of them are then looking at you. John is confused but you can’t really read Stiles’ expression. The fact that he’s not saying anything isn’t really helping your situation either.
“You’re not dating?” John repeats as a question.
“Well we aren’t not dating,” Stiles stares at you for a moment before quickly glancing back at his dad.
You try to just eat your food, hoping that they change the subject. Apparently, they all have the same idea as you, so it ends up in all of you sitting quietly, eating your food and not making eye contact with one another.
“Um,” you speak up, “thank you for having me. I really should get going though.”
Stiles puts down his chopsticks as he finishes eating, and he looks at you with disappointment, as if he doesn’t want you to leave.
“It was nice seeing you again,” The sheriff smiles, but it seems forced.
“I uh… wait, I can help wash the dishes?” You suggest as Stiles stands up, taking your plate for you.
“No, you don’t have to-”
You cut John off, “I want to.”
“I have never heard of a kid wanting to wash the dishes but alright,” John sighs and stands up. “I have to head out anyways. Late shift again.”
Stiles hugs his dad goodbye before grabbing his plate for him. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
“Bye, Sherriff,” you smile, heading over to the sink. He gives you a little wave before he actually leaves.
Even when he’s gone, you still feel really awkward as you stand and begin to wash the dishes. Stiles leans against the counter, watching you as he waits to dry.
“Sorry about him,” he finally says after what feels like two years of silence.
“He didn’t do anything wrong. He’s just a dad.”
“We haven’t really labelled our relationship yet, and he just always assumes stuff, and-“
“That’s why I came here actually.” You bite your lip, putting the cleaned plate down to be rinsed and then dried.
He blinks. “What?”
You turn to him but don’t quite look at him just yet. “I had a plan of what to say and everything. It was going to be really romantic and your dad wasn’t supposed to be here and-“
“Romantic?” He cuts you off grinning.
“I-” you cut yourself off and look at him. His smile angers you because it’s so adorably distracting. He shouldn’t be allowed to smile at you like that, because instead of telling him how you feel, you end up kissing him right there next to the sink, while you’re still holding the dish towel.
Before you can wrap your fingers in his hair, he’s pulling back and saying it all for you. “You came here to ask me if we were really dating or not.”
“Yes I did.”
His pink lips turn up into another one of his smiles. “Well, I’d really love it if we could be actually dating. You can call me your boyfriend and everything. You can be the Kurt to my Blaine.”
“Is that a Glee reference?”
“What other couple do you know where their names are Kurt and Blaine?”
You laugh. “That’s true. But can I be Blaine instead?”
He kisses your nose. “Whatever you want.”
I loved this request a lot but what I ended up writing, I’ll admit, wasn’t my best work, but hopefully it’s still alright and meets some expectations. Also, I added a really subtle dog pun in there directed at Derek that’s so subtle that I doubt anyone will even catch it and if you do tell be because then I’ll feel proud. Anyways, have a lovely day and a lovely read. Also, thank you for having a really well worded prompt.
Stiles Stilinski - “Trophy” (FOR EMILY)
You are one of the star soccer players at school while Stiles is on the lacrosse team. You finally get over your fear of being a trophy wife and let the two of you become the school’s cute sporty couple.
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As you retie your shoes on the side of the field, Kira is drinking from her water bottle and looking off at the bleachers to where your boyfriend is sitting, clutching a sign that reads, “GO EMILY,” in really bright letters that always stand out in the audience. The edges of the paper are sort of crinkled and torn because he has brought the thing to every single game of yours this season.
“Emily, can I ask you something?” Kira sits beside you, still glancing behind her.
“Make it quick. I have to go out there again really soon.”
Her eyes flicker to you finally and she gestures towards the bleachers. “He comes to every single soccer game. Yet I’ve seen you at about two of our lacrosse games this season.”
“That’s not a question.”
“I’m trying to ask why you never show up at our games?”
You grin and look back at Stiles. He’s hopelessly biting his lip and letting his leg bounce while he watches the game. For a moment, he catches your eye and starts smiling bashfully and waving so hard that he actually hits Scott in the face, which has Scott holding his nose and stares at Stiles a bit stunned. But Stiles ignores Scott and you smile back softly, giving him a small wave.
“I don’t go to your lacrosse games because it makes me mad that you’re the star player in both the soccer and lacrosse teams,” you smile at Kira, poking her nose. “I’m obviously just so jealous of you.”
She looks flattered for a second but she rolls her eyes. “I’m serious, Em.”
You open your mouth to tell her but then the coach interrupts. “Emily! Get your ass out here! Break time is over!”
You jump to your feet, excited to get back out to the field, but before you run away, you quickly turn back to Kira and tell her, “Malia once told me I was a trophy wife. I really hate that term. I don’t want to be Stiles’ “trophy wife”.”
The next night, you are sitting peacefully in the loft, reading an old novel about the 40s that Derek recommended. As usual, he is home and ignoring you, glaring at the wall in the living room, while you sit on the terrace, admiring the sunset. Being roommates with Derek has always been a peaceful living situation, if you ignore all the people with guns or supernatural powers that have come in set out to kill you.
On Friday nights like this night, you usually can be found doing exactly this, just maybe with a more interesting less “Derek” book. And your friends can usually be found getting ready for the lacrosse game. It’s how you like things, but then Derek decides to ruin your usual Friday night schedule by poking his head out the door and telling you, “You have guests.”
“Huh?” You mumble, looking up from your book.
He glares. “I’m not saying it again.” And then he’s gone.
You slam down your book and go inside to see what he’s talking about. Turns out, Lydia, Kira, and have all come to pay you a visit.
“Get on a sweater. You’re coming to the game,” Lydia tells you, crossing her arms in all seriousness.
“Uh. Hello to you too.” You furrow your eyebrows together.
“I didn’t want to come here,” Malia announces.
“Malia, you’re not helping,” Kira whispers to her politely.
Malia rolls her eyes and gives you a look, “Are you coming or not?”
“Not. I am fine here.”
“Oh get over yourself!” Malia walks towards you and grabs onto your arm. “Kira told me what you said and I’m sorry for calling you a trophy wife.”
“She’s new to being human. She didn’t get how it could be a negative thing,” Lydia explains, looking bored.
Suddenly, behind you, you hear someone giggle oh so lightly that you don’t even know if you’re really hearing what you think you’re hearing, especially when you turn around and see Derek grinning at you. “You don’t want to go to Stiles’ games because you feel like a trophy wife?”
You frown, crossing your arms over your chest, not having a comeback to that.
“Just come with us,” Malia tugs at your sleeve again. “Surprise Stiles. He would really love it. We even made you a sign, but don’t worry you can take all the credit.”
“But at least say that I helped,” Lydia tells you. “He’s not going to believe that you drew the designs all by yourself.”
That’s when you realize that Kira is holding a poster behind her back. She smiles a bit embarrassedly as she pulls it out, displaying the bright, “Get a score, 24!”
“I would never write that,” you argue.
“Okay, well then you can say Kira came up with it,” Lydia rolls her eyes. “Hurry up. The game starts soon.”
“And if you’re not going for Stiles, then at least go for me,” Kira stares up at you with a sad look purposely to make you feel at fault.
You look to Derek to help you out and maybe defend your actions, but he’s just grinning at his shoes, probably still making fun of you in his head, so he’s not going to give you anything. The only choice you have, is to get your sweater and go with them.
“I still don’t like this idea,” you mutter, shivering on a bleacher just as the team is warming up. Stiles hasn’t noticed you yet; it’s not like he’s looking through the crowd expecting you to be here anyways. It makes you feel sort of guilty, actually.
“Then why are you wearing Stiles’ sweater?” Lydia teases, pursing her lips as she wraps her scarf around her neck.
You clutch your arms tighter around the burgundy sweater, not looking Lydia in the eye. “It’s warm, okay?”
She looks at you for a moment before coming closer to you. “It’s okay,” she whispers. “Just because you’re here doesn’t mean you’re his trophy or anything. It doesn’t make you any less of an independent individual. For example, you don’t think any less of Stiles because he comes to all of your games.”
You take a deep breath in as the game starts, and you thank her telepathically through a smile which she returns.
Stiles is benched for the first little while of the game but eventually Finstock does call him. Stiles is hopping around the field, and you can’t help but feel a bit excited for him and you wave your poster around without thinking and scream his name.
He’s still hopping around for a few seconds until he pauses and stands still. You’re pretty sure that something is wrong with him at first, until he swiftly turns around to look in the crowd after he recognizes your voice. Once he spots you, he jumps in the air and waves, and suddenly, this feels all worth it. His smile is priceless and you feel significantly good about yourself when he even scores.
“You came!” He yells, running up to the bleachers once the game is all over. He throws off his helmet, hopping over seats to get to you.
“You’ll have to thank us for that,” Lydia smiles, moving out of Stiles’ way so that he can pull you into a sweaty embrace, which is surprisingly fulfilling.
“I love you guys so much,” he pats Lydia on the head but then turns back to you. “Especially you. I love you. You never come to my games. I also love the sign. You didn’t come up with it, did you?”
“Kira did,” you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I apparently have the best friends in the world.”
“You do. And I apparently have the best girlfriend in the world,” he grins before kissing both of your cheeks.
You grab his face, and pull him in to kiss your lips instead, which is rather assuring for the both of you. “I love you and I’m sorry I didn’t come to many games this season.”
“I don’t care. It’s okay. But um… is this a onetime thing or are you going to start coming regularly-“
You kiss him again, pressing your hand against his chest to feel his strong heartbeat, which you aren’t sure whether it’s from running around on the field, or seeing you. “I think this is going to become a regular thing.”
Okay! I’m not entirely sure I wrote exactly what you were expecting, but hopefully it’s still okay. I’m also sorry that this took so long to be posted. And if you play soccer in real life, then that’s super cool and I hope you’re doing really well because I bet you’re amazing. Have a lovely day and continue playing (or not playing if you don’t actually play,. Then just play something else like Cards Against Humanity because that’s always fun.) xx