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Stiles Stilinski // Been There For You + You Do Look Hot

"Love, it's one in the morning."

Stiles definitely didn't expect to find you at his door at nearly one in the morning. The two of you hadn't spoken in months, mainly because of your new relationship with a man named Greg. Your friendship since high school had been ruined by one single man, and no matter how many times Stiles tried to tell you how toxic your relationship was, you wouldn't listen.

So imagine Stiles surprise when, after months of not talking, you show up at his front door.

The first thing he notices is your attire and the state you're in. You have a black eye and your shirt is slightly torn. Not to mention, it's freezing, and you're only in a pair of leggings and a t-shirt.

"Y/N-"

"I'm sorry," you whisper, your voice cracking slightly. Sniffling, you hug yourself tighter. "I'm sorry for this. I... I didn't know what else to do."

Stiles shakes his head, stepping back, "come in," he urges, shutting the door behind you once your inside. "Y/N, what happened?"

Swallowing thickly, you grip your arms tightly, nearly a bruise grip as you try to find the words within you. Try to find the courage to finally say what you've been hiding for months.

As Stiles, patiently, waits, he can't help the sick feeling that floods him at the sight of the many bruises lining your body. But the one he can't seem to tear his gaze off of is the one on your eye. It's not just a black eye. It's blue, purple and black, and Stiles can tell it's fresh.

"Greg, he, um, he..." Your voice trails, eyes watering. "Stiles, he just got so angry. He's always been angry, and for months i've let him to this to me," you gesture to your black eye with a shrug. "But then, tonight, he was unrecognizable. I just ran, and I didn't stop running, then my feet led me here."

Stiles wants to comfort you, but he isn't oblivious to the awkward tension between the two of you. Stiles doesn't know how to act around you anymore. He feels disconnected from you. And he has for a long time.

"I can go. I don't want to burden you," you shake your head, "but Stiles, I need a place to stay."

The thought of saying no never even crosses Stiles mind. The moment you say those six words, he knows he'll give that to you. Without a second heartbeat.

"Okay," he whispers, nodding his head. "You can stay with me."

Your eyes widen in surprise; "really?" You whisper, "but after the way i've treated you-"

"I've never blamed you. I know that if it wasn't for Greg, this never would've happened," smiling softly, Stiles nods at you. "You can stay here. Take my bed and I promise you, Y/N, I will never let that man touch you again."

You're stunned to silence, watching as Stiles moves to get you some water. And as you watch his back walk further and further away from you, you can't help but wonder why you ever let Greg distance you from Stiles.

The one person who's always been there for you.

END OF STORY 1

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You grinned the moment you saw Stiles's jeep pull up to your drive-way. With a mumbled goodbye to your mother, you grabbed your bag off the coat hanger, wasting no more time before rushing out the door.

You bounded down the steps to Stiles's jeep, practically skipping, before you found yourself opening the passenger door and sliding in. "Hey." You called and with a wide grin, you leaned over, pressing a kiss to Stiles's cheek, completely oblivious to the look on his face as you situated yourself, turning to pull on your seatbelt.

It was then that you noticed the look on Stiles's face. With a frown and furrowed brows, you slowly turned back to face him. "Stiles?" You called, shaking your head in confusion. "What's wrong?"

"Your shirt," he mumbled, pointing at it. With a raised brow, you glanced down at yourself, pulling on the material with a dumbfounded expression.

"Yes," you nodded, utterly baffled. "What about it?"

With a sigh, Stiles frowned, "we've unintentionally matched our shirts, again. I refuse to change."

"Oh," you giggled, "that's what you're upset about."

"Yes."

"It's fine," moving back to pull on your seatbelt. "I think it's sort of cu-"

"Change your shirt, Y/N."

Your lips parted, stunned as you turned back around, once again, to face Stiles. He stared back at you with the utmost serious expression you'd ever seen on the usually hyper-spazzed boy. For a moment, you just stared at him, wondering if he was actually going to make you change your shirt. It was two minutes later, when Stiles had yet to back down, you realized, yes, he was going to make you change your shirt.

"Fine," you huffed, dropping your bag to the floor and pushing open the door. Once you were out of the car and on your feet, you slammed the door behind you, glaring at Stiles. "You're a child."

"Thank you!" Stiles called, a grin falling on his lips.

Five minutes later you were back in the passenger's seat, slightly out of breath as you pulled on your seatbelt. You didn't bother saying hi to Stiles, already thoroughly done with his childish behaviour for the day. You expected him to start driving, but he never did and with a huff, you turned to him, eyes narrowed. "What now?"

"Is that my shirt?"

"Yeah," you shrugged, "why? You told me to change, and I did. Can we go now?"

Sputtering, Stiles cheeks went red. "I meant change into one of your own shirts! Not one of mine!"

"Listen here, Stilinski," you growled, pointing a finger at him. "You made me change, therefore, I get to wear whatever I want." Stiles only pouted, and you grinned. "Think of it as making sure everyone knows i'm yours. No competition."

"The pack will make fun of us."

"No, they're going to chastise us for being late," you snarked. "Let's go."

"Fine," Stiles grumbled, turning on the ignition. "But don't complain to me when you're all embarrassed."

"Don't lie," you smirked, crossing your arms over your chest. "You love it."

Gazing back at you just before he started driving, Stiles's eyes wandered up and down your upper half before he grinned. "You do look hot."

END OF STORY 2