ceilings | stiles stilinski x fem!reader
PART ONE | part two
summary: in an attempt to bring stiles back from the ghost riders, lydia, scott and malia try to help y/n to search her memories and remember him completely.
warnings: set during 6a, kissing, possibly swearing? idk how i feel about this tbh
taglist: @brvceyamada
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ceilings, plaster
“okay, y/n. imagine you’re in your bedroom.” lydia’s voice calmly echoed through the room. “visualize yourself in your bedroom.”
you looked around. your bed, your shelves, your desk, it was your bedroom.
“can you see it?” lydia asked and you nodded. “okay, good. can you see your shelf? the one with all your movies?”
you took a few steps over to the bookshelf, dvds filling each individual shelf and only a few books lay around.
“yes.”
“y/n, imagine each dvd is a memory of stiles. every movie is a different memory.” lydia spoke. “you need to find the correct memory. the one that’ll bring him back.”
you pulled the first dvd off the shelf and opened it, putting the disk into your player.
can’t you just make it move faster?
“what the hell?” you wiped your cheek with your hand as the boy in front of you laughed. “what the hell was that?”
he shrugged, still laughing.
you were in your kitchen with stiles, the afternoon sun spilling through the window as you went through the cupboards.
“seriously, babe, what was that?”
“it was just water.” he chuckled, dipping his fingers into the glass beside him and flicking it at you. “don’t need to worry.”
“you’re such a dick.” you rolled your eyes, fighting the smile that grew on your face as he slowly made his way over to you.
“you love me.”
“mhm.”
“go on. say it.” stiles whispered into your ear, his arms wrapping around your body from behind and his chin resting on your shoulder. “you know it’s true.”
“fine.” you spun around so you were still facing him in your arms. “i love you, stilinski.”
he smiled and leaned in, pecking your lips.
“i love you, too.”
lovely to be sitting here with you
“can you see him? can you remember him?” lydia asked.
“it was just water.” you mumbled. scott and malia exchanged a confused look behind lydia’s back.
“y/n, you need to find a stronger memory. keep looking.”
you’re kinda cute, but it’s
you ran your hand along the different dvds before stopping on one.
you pulled it out and glanced at the cover. it was blank.
they were all blank, so you knew it would be a hard search to find the right memory.
“find a stronger memory, y/n.” lydia’s voice guided you and you placed the new disk into the dvd player.
raining harder
“you guys won!” you cheered, grabbing both of stiles’ hands in yours.
you were standing on the lacrosse field at the high school, and he was wearing a beacon hills jersey.
he was number 24.
it must’ve been winter, or just cold, because it was raining.
the grass was all soaking wet, and water dripped down your face and near your eyes as you looked up at him with the biggest smile.
my shoes are now full of water
“did i look super hot out on the field?” he joked. you knew he had only been out there for a few minutes.
“totally.” you pulled him by his shoulders and kissed him on the lips, drops of water falling off his hair.
“i did better than scott, right?” stiles asked after you pulled apart and you laughed.
“well…”
the boy made a face at you and you scoffed.
“okay, well, he’s team captain for a reason.”
“it’s fine, i know i was better than him.”
“you keep telling yourself that, buddy.”
lovely to be rained on with you
“did you find a good one, y/n? something strong?” lydia asked and you shook your head.
“keep searching, y/n.” scott’s voice was just as soft as lydia’s, but she quickly shushed him.
“y/n, you need to find a stronger memory.”
it’s kinda cute, but it’s
you looked through the dvds and picked one out at random.
it wasn’t like you could pick and choose when they were all blank.
you thought, ‘better than nothing.’ and put it in the player.
so short
“again?”
“come on. please?” stiles made a sad face as he held out the star wars dvd to you. “we haven’t watched it in like… a month.”
“we just watched a star wars movie like a week ago.”
“yeah, but that was a new hope, so now we have to watch empire.”
“okay, fine, but my mom wants me home right after.”
“yes! also, don’t worry about that. i’ll drive you.” he smiled brightly as he put the disc into the dvd player in his living room then dropped onto the couch beside you. “you know, this is why you’re my favorite.”
“what?”
“scott would never watch this with me. especially not multiple times.”
“scott never watches movies with anyone. you should know this by now.” you bumped him with your elbow.
“i know, i know.” stiles slid his arm around your shoulder and kissed your cheek. “you’re still my favorite, though.”
then you’re driving me home
you sat in the passenger seat of stiles’ jeep, which sounded like it was going to fall apart as he drove it, later that night.
you glanced to your side, staring at his face.
you could tell a smile tugged on his lips and he looked to you for a split second.
“what are you staring at, weirdo?” he asked and you looked out the window again.
“nothing.”
“liar. you were looking at me.” he teased. “cause you think i’m so hot.”
“is that a crime?”
“oh, definitely not. you can look at me all you want.”
there was silence between you two for a moment as he pulled into your driveway. you sighed.
he looked at you this time.
“do i have to leave?”
he chuckled and gave you a kiss. “i’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.”
“see you tomorrow…”
and i don’t want to leave
“keep pushing, y/n.” lydia motivated. “search deeper. you can find the one you need.”
“do i have to leave?” you muttered the words. “see you tomorrow…”
lydia sighed. “y/n, try searching deeper. you’ve got this.”
there was a growing stack of dvds being dumped on your bed after going through its memory.
you picked out another one.
but i have to go
“come on. you don’t need to go in there.” you pointed up at the building beside you inside the large gates. “you’re not crazy.”
“i don’t want to hurt anyone, y/n.” stiles spoke, sheriff stilinski standing beside him. “especially not you.”
“but eichen house?” you stared at him sadly. “stiles…”
he reached out his hand and pulled you into his chest, hugging you tight. he kissed the top of your head.
“i love you, y/n.”
you sighed, your arms keeping him as close as possible. you didn’t want to let him go. “i love you too, stiles.”
you kiss me in your car
“come on, stiles. breathe.” you cupped the boy’s face in your hands. “try not to think about it. think about something else.”
“like what?” he panted, looking up at you with sad eyes and a broken expression.
you were both sat on the locker room floor, he was having a panic attack.
“happy things. friends, family-” you stopped yourself after he gave you a look. “okay, not family. try not to think about your dad. just breathe.”
“i…” he hyperventilated. you adjusted your hands on the sides of his face. his eyes met yours.
that was all you could see. his eyes.
“stiles, just breathe.” you could see there wasn’t really a difference in his actions. you leaned forward and attached your lips to his.
his eyes went wide, but he seemed to melt into the kiss.
you pulled apart and he stared into your eyes, his breathing slowed down, the panic attack over.
you grabbed his hand and he intertwined your fingers.
and it feels like the start of a movie i’ve seen before
“i kissed him.” you spoke to lydia and the others, your eyes closed as you sat at the table in front of them. “he was having a panic attack. i kissed him.”
“holding your breath stops a panic attack.” lydia nodded, explaining to the others. “now, y/n, find something deeper. something more important to you. something more important to him.”
“to stiles.”
“exactly.”
the next dvd was higher up on the shelf, you grabbed it easily.
bedsheets, no clothes
you were lying beside stiles, running your finger along his bare chest.
he pulled you closer to him with a smile, pushing some of your hair away from your face.
“hey.” he whispered.
you smiled back. “hey.”
“that was something.”
“a good something or a bad something?” you asked, still whispering.
“definitely a good something.” he rubbed his hand up your arm. “probably the best something. i don’t know if there’s been a better something—”
“alright, i get it.” you chuckled softly.
there was no need for the whispering, it was the evening and no one else was home, but you still did.
his hand ran along the side of your face. “you’re so beautiful.”
there was no way you could’ve fought off the smile on your face as your cheeks warmed.
touch me like nobody else does
“definitely a good something.” you recalled. “he said it was definitely a good something.”
“what was?”
you went quiet again, searching through the different dvds.
some memories were shorter than others, just conversations or things like that.
“find something, y/n. good or bad.”
lovely to just lay here with you
you picked out another dvd. it was blank like all of the others, but it seemed different.
you took it off the shelf because it seemed to be staring right at you, practically calling your name.
you played that one.
the memory didn’t give you a feeling that it would bring him back, but it felt like something you needed to see.
you’re kinda cute, and i would say all of this
“come on, stiles.” you whispered. “you can talk to me.”
he was ignoring you. and you had no clue why.
he sighed and your eyebrows knitted in confusion.
it was late at night and you were both lying in his bed, him with his back to you.
“can you just… drop it?” he mumbled. “i’m not in the mood.”
“what happened, stiles?”
“nothing, just go to sleep.” he adjusted himself in the bed slightly, but didn’t face you.
“stiles…”
but i don’t wanna ruin the moment
time seemed to skip and he was sitting up, facing you.
“what? do you not trust me or something?” you asked.
“no, that’s not it—” he cut himself off. “i just don’t want to talk about it.”
“stiles, i get that, but i want to know what’s going on with you.” you put your hand on his shoulder and he, quite obviously, winced. “what’s up with your shoul—”
“nothing, y/n. just leave it.” he winced again and pushed your hand off. “i don’t need your help.”
“seriously?” you scoffed as he turned his back to you again. “you know what? whatever.”
you pushed the covers of his bed off and stood up, slipping your shoes on.
“where are you going?” stiles asked, sitting up again.
“home.” you answered. “you obviously need space, so i’m respecting that. i’m not gonna push it anymore.”
“wait, babe,” he started getting out of his bed. “i don’t want you to go.”
“i’m still going, stiles.” you picked up your backpack. “we can talk tomorrow.”
“it’s late.”
“i’m aware. my car’s outside, remember?”
“please stay.”
“i’ll see you tomorrow, or whenever you’re ready to talk about whatever the hell’s going on with you right now.”
lovely to sit in between comfort and chaos
standing in your bedroom, staring at the tv as you left stiles’ bedroom, you remembered the fact that you didn’t talk the next day.
stiles just never said anything about it to you.
not until after everything with theo was practically over.
basically everyone else knew about it, but you.
he didn’t think you would understand, which was probably the most upsetting part for you because you did.
you understood it was self defence. you understood he did it because if he didn’t he would’ve died.
but it’s over
“y/n? are you okay?” scott asked, ignoring lydia as she shushed him.
you nodded. being hypnotised was weird.
lydia had taken notice of your saddened expression too.
“find a different memory, y/n. i know you can do this.”
then you’re driving me home
the next memory you found was not long after theo was literally sent to hell.
you were with stiles in his jeep. he was driving you home again. except this time going home from scott’s house.
the car was silent, but not in the usual comfortable way. neither of you had really spoken to the other since that night, only really for pack stuff.
you were terrified that he thought the two of you had broken up, and he was scared of the exact same thing.
“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you that night.” stiles spoke up. “i should’ve said something.”
“no, i get why you didn’t. i was being pushy and you didn’t want to—”
“i did want to tell you.” he sighed. “i was so scared, y/n. i thought there was a chance that you wouldn’t understand or something and i’d lose you.”
he looked right at you.
“i mean, scott didn’t.”
“that was theo’s fault.” you told him. “scott didn’t know the full story. you know he knows the truth now.”
“mm.” he seemed to agree, but you could tell something was still off by his body language.
you took the hand he didn’t have on the wheel into yours.
and it kinda comes out as i get up to go
“you know, i still love you, right?” you told him after he stopped and he looked over at you.
“wha— oh, yeah. yeah, i know.” he nodded, avoiding your eyes, looking outside the car.
“do you know?”
he didn’t answer for a moment, then shrugged.
“i do, stiles.” you kissed his cheek. “i love you, and that never changed.”
“never?”
“not for one moment.”
he smiled, then laughed softly, then leaned forward and kissed you on the lips.
“i love you too.”
you kiss me in your car
“it never changed.” you sniffled slightly. “i still loved him after everything. he was so scared i wouldn’t, but it never changed.”
“after what, y/n?” lydia asked, hoping more elaboration would help them bring back stiles.
“after donovan.”
scott knew what you were talking about, that was something he had remembered when he thought about stiles.
“after i knew, i still loved him, and he still loved me.”
and it feels like the start of a movie i’ve seen before
then you picked up one more dvd. you just stared at its blank cover and seemed to know what it was.
putting the disk in, you watched as you ran with stiles to his jeep in the school parking lot.
this was the last memory you had of stiles. the last time you had really seen him.
but it’s not real
“y/n, babe, listen. you’re going to forget me.” stiles’ voice seemed to echo around you as you recalled the night.
“no, i won’t. stiles, i won’t.”
“you will.” he cupped your cheeks and made you look him in the eyes. “you will.”
you shook your head as tears threatened to spill. “i won’t.”
“it’s okay, just find some way to remember me. any way.”
“stiles…”
and you don’t exist
“i was the last person to see him.” you spoke to your friends. “i was there when they took him. i saw it happen.”
that night was so long ago, but all the details were rushing back to you now.
you were starting to remember it all.
not just that night, but everything about stiles.
and i can’t recall the last time i was kissed
“i know you’ll find some way to remember me.” he squeezed your hand. “ do you remember the first time we danced at the winter formal? you were the first girl i ever danced with.”
you had gone together as friends, despite everyone knowing you had crushes on each other.
“remember how we started dating that summer.”
“the summer before junior year.” you nodded.
“yeah.” he stroked your cheek, wiping away a tear. “that was the best summer of my life.”
you chuckled. “mine too.”
“remember all those sleepovers we’ve had. remember when we’ve fought. remember every time we’ve kissed, or…” he paused and just stared you in the eyes.
the interior of the car was silent, but the wind blew violently outside.
“just remember i love you, okay?” he kissed your hand. “please just remember that. i need you to.”
then he was pulled from the car. the wind stopped and he was gone.
it hits me in the car
you sat there, curled into a ball in the passenger seat, sobbing.
you muttered over and over. “i remember. just remember. i promise.”
you hated the silence, and you hated that he was gone. you didn’t even notice that he had started to slip from your mind.
not until you walked into school the next day, anxiety overwhelming you as your brain tried to remember why it felt like you were forgetting something.
why it felt like a whole piece of you was missing.
just then, remembering what it was like when he was taken, every single memory of yours that included stiles came rushing back.
memories from when you were friends as kids, up until high school. memories from after scott was bitten, back when stiles had his buzzcut.
memories from when he was possessed by the nogitsune. memories from all the times both of you had almost died.
memories of the two of you before and after you started dating. memories with scott and the pack, memories with his dad, memories alone.
all of it.
and it feels like the end of a movie i’ve seen before
you opened your eyes and looked around. you weren’t in your bedroom anymore, you were back in argent’s underground bunker with lydia, scott and malia.
“y/n.”
lydia had tried to get your attention, but stiles’ voice played over and over in your mind.
you could see bright lights coming from outside the room, and you rushed out. the three of your friends who were still there ran after you.
you stopped in the corridor, the lights so bright you couldn’t see anything.
then you could see him.
not his face, or any defining qualities at all, but you knew it was him.
he was more like a silhouette, but you could recognize stiles stilinski anywhere.
“stiles.” you breathed out, a smile breaking out onto your face.
you were finally going to have him back. after months of the awful anxiety and feeling that something was missing.
he was like the last piece of your puzzle, and you were going to be complete.
then the light faded.
before
a/n: first post on tumblr help this is scary
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Locked in
Y/n and theo get locked in a cupboard. They hate each other, well they put it off that way. but when he finds out she’s scared of small spaces something changes. He can’t pretend anymore.
Pairing: theo raeken x you
- series: teen wolf
- warnings: kissing, main character has a fear of small spaces
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“Can I do it with someone else” Theo rolled his eyes, complaining lowly to Scott. But he just raised his brow at the boy. “I can here you dumb ass!” You hinted from the sofa with a screwed up face. Theo turned to you and gave you a fake smiled not caring.
“No, I think you guys have something to chat about” “we have…! -nothing to chat about” you stood up calming down when you realised who you were talking to…your alpha.
“Y/n your gonna have to deal with it” Scott shrugged gently. Liam pulled you away while everyone was leaving your house after the meeting. “what is it with you and Theo?” He questioned quietly. “I just- nothing I just…” “you just what” Liam repeated slowly.
“I just don’t need anymore complications in this life” “complications?” “I don’t trust him enough” you apply. In truth you didn’t trust him. But it was for a completely different reason. You thought he was hot- too hot there was something strange about the boy.
“Y/n hurry up!” Theo shouted walking out the door in a rush. “And he’s annoying” your eyes rolled with annoyance. You left Liam standing there confused and wanting to know more.
You run out in to the road to get to his car not looking where your going as you looked back at Liam standing alone. “Y/N” theo practically  screamed. From out of no where you were knocked on the ground and he was on top of you. For a few seconds you hesitate, looking around at what happened seeing the shiny blue car pass you with full speed and pounding noise. Red started up in your face.
“What the hell are you doing walking out in to a road!” Theo uproariously unloaded staring down with his handsome face, it distracted you. “You literally could have been killed!” “Are you listening?!” His eyes fluttered from disbelief. “You can get off of me now” you calmly told him looking up at his face immediately close. Theo stuttered and muttered some words that didn’t make sense before climbing off your body.
He didn’t bother helping you up just trudged over to his car across the road. “I- thank you Theo” you whispered getting in the other side finally making it to the car. “yeah- what ever” “no seriously- I’m human I could have died” You state looking at him. Theo didn’t reply, he hit the gas and the car started moving. The car Journey to the school was awkward and silent, you moved your lips to say something but nothing came to mind.
The night was dark and looking out side was the only pass of time. “You- cold?” Theo wondered asking you softly for a change. “no your fine” you replied looking at him again while he was half hanging out the window. It was such a Theo thing. Everytime we were in the car his window was wide open and one hand was holding the roof. I don’t know what is was but it was just Theo’s thing.
“We’re here now anyway” theo nodded toward the entrance. Swiftly he parked up and you both got out. “What is it we need” theo asked you after breaking a window to get in. You watch as the glass noisily shattered across the floor next to your feet. “The triskelion that Derek hid in here” you told him climbing through with precautions. Theo put his hand out and hesitantly you took it, he pulled you through gently and let you jump down to him off the table.
Almost like a gentleman. “Thanks but i can really do it my self” you told him backing away feeling awkward that he was being nice for a change. What was with his mood swings. Theo’s face turned instantly and that was it for conversation until we reached a cupboard. “This one?” He quizzed not looking at you. “I don’t know do i- maybe”. Theo deeply inhaled bowing his head. “Alright maybe we do need to chat” he turned around starring you dead in the eyes.
“We do?” You questioned raising your eyebrow. “Yeah, I mean don’t you wanna sort this out” “do you?” “I wanna know why you don’t trust me- I mean I know my history isn’t- great… but I’ve done everything possible to prove my self to you” “a- and your pack obviously” “this could be happening while we’re looking I don’t need you to explain why you hate me…right now anyway” you pass the boy go to pull open the cupboard.
“Isn’t this what Scott wanted us to do?” He wondered before noticing It was locked. Theo discarded the conversation and pulled the handle once and broke the lock letting the door swung open. You check inside on tip toes from your position knowing you wouldn’t like it in there, after all it was quite small. You stepped in wearily checking the light but it wouldn’t turn on. So you resorted to your phone. You hear theo come in behind you and the space automatically gets smaller. Your chest starts to feel tight.
“You could try another cupboard” you stated in hope and out of disorientation. “are you okay? Your shaking y/n” “I’m fine!” You kind of shout but then a loud bang came from down the hall way. Theo looked out to see what it was just peeking but shot back in. “ berserkers” he whispered worriedly. “How many” “too many” he peered again while slowly closing the door.
“No theo don’t” you rush to the broken handle. “Are you crazy- you can’t go out there they will rip you to shreds” he hissed holding you back. Hands on you body like you’d never imagined, one on your hip and one on your back. Or maybe you had pictured it before. Focusing on that worked… for a couple of seconds “y/n what’s wrong!” Theo asked desperately demanding I tell him.
“I don’t- like small spaces” your eyes shut and head rested on his chest embarrassment flooded your cheeks. Flashbacks of being locked in a cupboard came back whipping your brain. “…Y/n listen to me, I don’t hate you- you frustrate me all the time but that’s because I won’t admit it- or maybe I frustrate my self with you”
“Admit what” you ask Turning away from him pacing and putting your hands through your hair breathing in and out. “Admit that I like you” he whispered in the corner not taking his gorgeous eyes off you for a split second. “What- I- i your just- why are you doing this now” “I’m distracting you with the truth” theo strode towards you “I’m distracting you” he repeated softly. His hands stroked your face and he gathered a grip.
His head dipped down towards you and the world did float away along with the pain of the room when your lips met. His hand softly cupped your face and ran through your silky hair when he pulled away. “Well I think I need more distracting” you told him smiling for the first time and not letting go of him. His hands pulled you up and your legs wrapped around his waist excitedly and your back hit the stone wall. 
Your hands gripped his soft hair and you both were distracted… for a while. Eventually theo moved you both and you hit the stand with all the boxes making slight noise. “Something is poking me” you pull away for a second trying to grab it. Pulling it out eventually you held it up decoding what it was. “Huh” “what” theo whispered looking at you not the object.
“Found the Triskelion” you smiled bluntly. Theo dropped you on the floor carefully with smirking lips and tucking a bit of hair behind your ear then slowly marched over to the door. It wouldn’t open. “Theo please don’t say it” You started panicking again. The walls closed in. Your body slid down the pole as you sat on the cool yet dirty school floor.
“Y/n Im gonna get us out of here okay, just breath” “I can’t -breath” “you just have to focus- focus on one think like- like my voice” he suggested. “Then keep talking” you prompt. “You keep talking to me- you tell me why your scared of small spaces” theo asked.
“When I lived with my mom before social services took me to my fathers- she didn’t- want me around” “so she locked you up” theo breathed sadly with a roll of his eyes in disgust. “Yeah- all the time, I’ve always hated small spaces they just put me right where I started and I’ve grown yet they still make me feel weak and it wasn’t the fact that it was small it was the fact it was dark and quite it was lonely and small too, just like in here” you open your eyes to see the outside.
“Your not alone y/n” Theo whispered brushing your cheek.
The dark sky full of bright stars shining at the two of you. “theo I- how did we get here”. “I got you out- I told you I would” he smiled smally. Your head slammed against his chest with a hug out of instinct. “Thank you” you whispered tightly suffocating the man. “I wasn’t just distracting you in there- you know that” Theo bravely outed looking almost worried. “I…” “you don’t need to answer baby girl- just know” “but I know my answer” you tell him softly shaking your head. Theo looked confused but held your face anyway. Rubbing a rough thumb across it.
On your tip toes you kissed theo softly forming a smile. “that? Answer you question” you giggled holding his neck still. “It doesn’t answer mine!” Lydia shouted running over from a car that apparently spawned out of no where. Scott also got out grinning at you both. “Well well well- looks like my plan worked” he smirked stepping closer. “I knew you guys had it bad for each other”
You laid your head on his chest holding a shy guilty smile while theo threw an arm over you “looks like it did- we did” you answered shaking your shoulders. Holding up the object you came for Scott’s eyes lit up. “You found it!”
“And I found Theo’s better side- all because we were locked in that hell hole” you smiled looking up at him. Theo kissed you softly and mouthed “it wasn’t all bad”. You had to admit… he was right.
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