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I found it so relatable!! And since requests are open! Maybe one where the teen wolf pack has a few items of clothing they all share for bonding and scent sharing or whatever but none of them fit reader which really bums reader out and makes them feel left out of the pack/disconnected from the group until maybe reader gets gifted a sweatshirt in their size (by the pack) to finally be able to share with everybody? If it feels too much like Thought of You or doesn't give ya inspo that's just fine! Appreciate you being willing to listen!!

Sweatshirt Apology

The Pack x reader

Summary: You don’t say anything about the pack clothes not fitting and when they find out, all they can do is apologise for not realising sooner.

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A/N: When you think you’ve already put it out but turns out you never pressed the button. It’s hasn’t been well proofread but I do love it

GIF isn’t mine

Sitting in the back of Stiles' jeep did nothing to battle the cold of the night. The others stood round outside, all of you waiting for something to happen. They were all wrapped up in their coats, talking quietly as you sat in the back of the jeep, arms wrapped tight around yourself to try stay warmer. The idiots hadn't informed you of the new plan and then had turned up at ten at night to pick you up. So here you were in plaid pj trousers and an oversized top that had one too many holes across the collar and sleeves shorter than your patience. And with them rushing you, you only had enough time to grab shoes and socks to put on when in the jeep, a coat long forgotten.

Completely zoned out, you didn't notice Scott and Kira make their way over to the jeep to get something out. Scott headed round the other side of the jeep as Kira walked straight to your side, sending a sweet smile your way. You noticed immediately that she was wearing a 'pack shirt'. It was the light grey one, some football club or something. You thought Liam had that one right now. Or maybe it was Malia who was supposed to have it.

You were broken out of your thoughts as Kira laughed nervously and Scott was looking at you worried from your other side. You realised you'd missed Kira's question and you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, "Sorry, what did you say? I'm so out of it." Kira laughed slightly again, this time with you hesitantly joining in. She leant against the car as she fiddled with her necklace and Scott was searching through his bag. With both doors open, the breeze was making a shiver run through your body, perfectly backing up Kira's words, "You're cold. I think Stiles has that red pack hoodie in the back of the jeep if you want it?"

Another shiver ran through you but it wasn't the cold anymore. Actually the embarrassment and slight shame was heating you up quite a bit. See, the pack clothes you all shared weren't so much shared with you. Well, they were, the pack always handed the clothes to you. They were just never worn by you. You'd tried them all on obviously but that was really the issue. None of them fit. Well, they did fit but they fitted tight and uncomfortable and in no way right. The way they fitted made you want to tear them apart to be able to breathe. So you had gotten into a habit of just using them as a pillow case. That way, they still got your scent and the pack would never find out the shirts and hoodies didn't fit and they wouldn’t feel, I don't know, sorry? Uncomfortable because it?

So you shook your head at Kira, smiling softly at her and a worried Scott. Fucking chemosignals. "I'm all good. I'm not too cold, just tired. And missing my bed," That wasn't a lie, you really did miss your bed. You could hate how the clothes didn't fit while in peace in your bed. Scott clearly wasn't believing a word that left you, standing up slightly as he pointed to the back of the jeep, "I can go get it now, you don't have to worry, no one's using it. You haven't actually had it in ages." He carried on to himself as he went to round the jeep but your eyes went wide as you shot up and all but shouted, "No!"

That got the attention of more than just Scott but the whole pack too. Kira was frowning slightly along with Scott as the others looked over confused. You gave your best attempt of a smile, your eyes focused on Scott as he appeared back in the doorway, "No, I don't need it. I'm fine, seriously." Scott raised his hands in surrender, nodding at your words and you relaxed back against the seat. Great, now you looked like mad to all your friends. You don't hear Kira or Scott say anything else before they head back to Stiles, Derek and Malia, who they were talking to before. Exhausted by not only that interaction and it's, no doubt, consequences but also by the day you had had in general, you did your best to lay comfortably across the back seat of the jeep, trying to get some sleep.

Unbeknownst to you, when Scott and Kira got back to the others with small frown on their faces, Stiles immediately jumped to question them, "What the hell was that about? What did you do?"

"It wasn't me! They're- They're sad. Really sad," Scott tried to explain, glancing back to the jeep as Kira gave a small nod and to the surprise of everyone, so did Derek. He pointed vaguely towards the jeep as he spoke, "They do. Been like that on and off for weeks now." Stiles looked round them all, hoping to get some sort of supernatural answer to it all. When they all stayed silent, he huffed, "Well, do we know what happened recently? I mean, I can't think of-" Stiles cut himself off when he saw a look of realisation dawned on Kira's face, "What? What? What is it?"

"We got the pack clothes about the same time, I think," Scott paused at what Stiles said before he nodded, eyes alight with realisation. The others nodded too and Stiles paused as he thought it through. He was always one of the few you were closer with, a bond formed from all the nerdy shit you two loved and he was one of the very few people in your life who had ended up seeing you cry. It was at a movie but nevertheless. And he had noticed the way you had frowned and closed yourself off one night when even Derek's spare coat didn't fit right during a storm.

He shook his head, hand running through his hair as he couldn't believe how oblivious they all were. The others around him waited patiently for him to expand on the annoyed and pained look he suddenly had. Well, all except Malia. She looked round the others before leaning in a little as she spoke to Stiles, "What's wrong with you now?"

"The clothes don't fit them. They can't fit into them and they don't want to tell us because they think it's embarrassing," he sighed out, nervously fixing his flannel but then his eyes lit up and he smiled round the group, "But I've got an idea."

It was a few days and one supernatural incident solved later that found you worriedly and curiously knocking on Scott's front door. He'd texted to say to come ASAP, texting 911 but there was no signs of struggle, no signs of breaking and entering, no signs of any trouble at all. It made your stomach swirl with a slight sickly feeling, bile in your throat until the door opened and there stood Scott and Lydia, completely fine and with wide smiles on their lips. Yeah, you were gonna kill them.

"911?" They could tell by the tone of your voice, the way your lips pursed and the raise of your eyebrow that you were pissed. Scott's face fell as he looked back to Lydia who's bright grin didn't waver. She held her hand out to you, "Just come on." Hesitantly and slightly grumpily, you took her hand and let her lead the way to Scott's living room where the others were. They all looked variations of nervous to happy and you couldn't for the life of you figure out why. But then your eyes caught something in Stiles' hands.

A sweatshirt. A dark, maroon sweatshirt that looked like the one saved in a stupid Pinterest board on your phone that you had mentioned that you'd die to have. It even had that silly little design on the back, the white silhouetting perfectly on the dark red. It looked soft and comfy and more importantly, it looked to be your size.

You stared round, even more confused with ten times the amount of questions as before. So, you simply settled with a small point to the sweatshirt, "What's that?" Stiles rolled his eyes, sarcastic quip on the edge of his tongue but not ever leaving as you glared up at him. What you didn’t account for was Malia, “It’s a sweatshirt,”

“I know that. Why are presenting it to me like it holds some godly power?” Liam snorted, doing his best to not laugh as Mason did the same beside him. Cory looked like he was gonna join in but instead shoved Mason’s shoulder when Derek glared their way. Scott looked nervously round everyone as Stiles rather aggressively nodded your way and suddenly everything was so much more confusing. “Okay, what the hell is going on?”

Scott finally spoke up, “It’s the new pack sweatshirt. Lydia saw it and remembered one similar that you said you liked,” He looked round for help when you still looked a little confused and everyone else looked hesitant to bring something else up. Eventually Malia sighed, explaining, “We noticed none of the other fitted you so we got you this one. We want you to have it first.” You nodded, looking around at everyone sheepishly agreeing and though Malia’s bluntness over the whole thing wasn’t exactly unexpected, you were entirely grateful for it.

A small grin made its way to your face, “You guys did that? You didn’t have to.” Everyone looked confused by that, Stiles scoffing at the thought, “Oh yeah, cause that’s completely insane for us to do,” he sighed, dropping the sweatshirt into your lap and shit, it was soft, “Look, we can’t have pack clothes to share if not all the pack fits into them.”

You fiddled with the sleeves, folding the sweatshirt neatly in your lap as you took a deep breath. You didn’t know what to say, you didn’t know what to do. You felt like crying but that also felt incredibly embarrassing so best not. Instead you settled on looking round them, “So, um, what was my cut?” You didn’t understand their confused look. Pack clothes costs was split between them all to make sure they could buy more. “You don’t have to pay,” Kira reassured and now it was your turn to look confused, “But you guys got this specifically for me. If anything, I should pay a bigger cut.”

“Oh, shut up,”

“Stiles!” Lydia warned before she sat next to you and wrapped her arm around your shoulders to pull you into her, “This is a gift, you don’t have to pay. We all feel bad that we didn’t even think about sizing so this is our apology.” You didn’t fully get that. You were also at fault, for not telling them but if that’s how they saw it, you weren’t complaining. This was a free sweatshirt you guys were talking about.

Still, you didn’t know what to say. This- no one had done this for you before. To be fair, you’ve never really been in a position like this before. That’s so not the point though, you needed to focus. Wrapping your arm around Lydia to pull her into a proper side hug, you looked round all the others with a grateful smile, “Thank you. You guys didn’t have to do that.” That caused an uproar of disagreements, everyone except Derek piling into hug and you laughed at that. You had some weird fucking friends but you loved them to the ends to the earth and that was never changing.

#teen wolf imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader

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wdwmarveldisney · 10 months

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Thought of you

Stiles Stilinski x plus size!reader

Summary: You saw the hoodie and thought of Stiles so you got it for him. The only thing is you got it a couple of sizes too big

Masterlist

A/N: Okay so I finished school the other day and I wrote myself a little comfort fic that has not been proofread but I love it

GIF isn’t mine

After folding the hoodie neatly on the bed, you rushed over to the chair at Stiles' desk to act like you were doing something normal. You spun in the chair, scrambling to get your phone out as you heard his footsteps on the stairs. He was typing away on his phone when he walked in, walking straight to you to place a kiss on your head before moving to sit on his bed. He paused when he saw it, the red hoodie with some writing on the back and a weird symbol on the front. He dropped his phone onto the bed, picking it up to spin it around repeatedly. Finally he glanced to you, seeing you look away a second too late. He frowned turning to you and holding up the hoodie like he didn't already know, "What's this?"

You looked up, pulling your thumb away from your lips for a few seconds as you scanned the piece of clothing, "A hoodie," your thumb was back at your lips as you bit your nails, eyes fixing nervously on your phone screen. A smirk made its way to his lips as he scanned you, "For?" You stared at your phone for a couple of seconds before sighing and putting your phone on the desk. Spinning side to side in the chair, you refused to meet his eye as you spoke, "You. I saw it and thought of you so I decided to get it," His smirk got wider and he chuckled, making you throw a book next to you his way. "Hey, I'm not laughing at you," He chucked the hoodie onto his bed, walking over to you, "I just think it's cute," He placed another kiss to your forehead, pride filling him at the blush on your face.

Glancing back at the hoodie however, he frowned, quickly checking the size. You seemed to cave into yourself as you waited for him to bring it up, "It's like two sizes too big," When he looked back over to you, he must've mistook your embarrassment for getting his size wrong since he simply shrugged, "It's okay. We can return it and get the right size," You took a deep breath, which Stiles noticed and he looked over with his brows knitted together in confusion and worry. You still refused to meet his eyes, picking at your nails instead, "Actually, I picked out that size on purpose,"

"You did?"

"Er, yeah. You see, I kinda, well, I tried on one of your hoodies like last week and well, it didn't, you know," You paused, trying to use your actions to best convey what you meant before you huffed, "Fit. So I got you one so that I can steal it," Your face couldn't of felt hotter than now and you stared at your swaying feet, waiting for him to say something. You didn't see him grin at the idea of you in something that's his before it fell when he realised you hadn't come to talk to him straight away when the hoodie didn't fit you. He wondered if you felt like you couldn't tell him, whether he did something to make you feel that way.

You looked up to see him staring down at the hoodie with a troubled expression and took it the wrong way, "It's totally fine if you still want to take it back. I would. It's probably a bit weird, isn't it? You know what, it is weird. I'll-" The laugh you gave was so faked, Stiles felt his heart lurch. Immediately, he began frantically shaking his head, rushing to kneel in front of you so you couldn't avoid his eye, "No, hey, I love it. I think I'm going to take my broke self to get thousands more and not just hoodies but flannels too, god you look great in a flannel. But that's not- anyways, I was just mad, at myself not you, that you felt like you couldn't tell me so we could go together, you know?"

"I felt like I could tell you," You now played with his fingers, hearing his soft scoff and looked to see his frown, "Yeah, that's why you came straight to me," You shook your head, fighting a smile at the sarcastic quip that brought you comfort. There was nothing more Stiles than that, it made your heart swell. "I was going to, I was. I just talked myself out of it. It's just a stupid thing and there was no point bringing it up if I could do this instead and completely avoid the problem until it eventually goes away,"

"Don't use my advice against me,"

"I just, I didn't want to tell you to worry you 'cause that's what you'll do," Stiles shook his head, watching you play with his fingers that rested on your knees. You glanced to meet his eyes, a small smile on your lips and you lifted one of your hands to run through his hair, "Wanna try it on?" He quickly raced up, which made you laugh, and threw the flannel he was wearing to the bed before putting it on with a large smile. It was different than normal, that is that normally they were more tight fitting and the sleeves on this one went down to like halfway down his palm. That didn't mean he didn't like it, he loved it. You thought of him when you saw it and you could steal it and he could take it back when it had that lingering smell of you there. It was perfect in his eyes.

"I love it," he held his arms open and you laughed at the way the sleeves drooped but still clambered up and fell into his arms with your own going around his waist, "'m glad. Gonna steal it by the end of the week though,"

"I'll wear it everyday until you do," he placed a soft kiss to your lips. In that moment, you both couldn’t help but think of how much being in each other’s arms meant, how much the other meant to you. Slowly, Stiles lead the way to his bed, pulling you to lay next to him with your head on his chest and his hands in your hair. This was all perfect. He had never so thankful for a hoodie before.

#teen wolf imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #stiles x you #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles x plus size reader #stiles x reader

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