I heard a headcanon one time about the nogitsune being associated with ice and snow, and it was expressed many times during the show. So I made this moodboard following that topic. :)
Request: Can i please beg for a stiles stolenski (sorry can’t spell last name for my life man) soulmate au where the first words to each other are written on their arms and like it would be in school and he’d accidentally bump into her dropping her books or something and is apologizing and they chat and that’s when they remember the words and they go on a date or something like that Please
Stiles x Reader
Word Count: 781
You groaned in frustration at your locker. You gave up, still carrying your history and Chemistry books down the hall. You had the campus map laid out on your books and you were looking down at it. You were thrown out of your concentration when you slammed into a wall. Your stuff went flying and you fell to the ground. You let out a frustrated sigh and started gathering your things.
Another set of hands sprawled out, helping you gather your things. “Sorry.” His voice said. “I’m the one who hit you.” You chuckled as regrouped yourself and things. You stood up, looking at the ‘wall’ that you had run into. The boy froze as he looked at you. “Are you new?” He asked as he adjusted his backpack strap on his shoulder. He looked nervous, he was shifting his weight to either foot and twidling his thumbs.
"Yeah, I’m Y/n.“ You said smiling. "Stiles, I’m Stiles.” He stuttered. “Hey maybe you can help me, I’m trying to find Mr. Finstock’s class.”
“Yeah, that’s where I’m going now”
You sat through a relatively boring class, there were some perks, like you heard Stiles’ last name and you had learned that everyone calls the teacher Coach instead of Mr. Finstock. You had sat next to a nice girl named Allison who turned out to be a friend of Stiles and you now had somewhere to sit at lunch.
The bell finally rang and you guys started walking together and talking about things, and how your mom had gotten a job opportunity in the town over but this town was a better place to live, how his dad was the sheriff; and finally you had gotten to the topic of soulmates. You both were beyond excited to meet your soulmates but neither of you expected them to be right in front of you.
“So what are the words?"He asked, trying not to pry too much. You slid up your jacket sleeve "Sorry.” You chuckled. “It sucks because I’ve had about a billion people say that to me.” This time he laughed. “Let’s see yours Stilinski.” He looked down at his arm and froze. He read it slowly. “I’m the one who hit you.” He had forgotten about the first words that you had said to him. Now you froze. “What?” You asked, almost not believing what you had just heard. You were excited but stunned, and so was he.
You guys had finally reached the cafeteria. He led you over to his friend group and you both sat down. He introduced you to everyone, you learned that Scott and Allison were soulmates. Everyone had been super nice to you all day and you could tell that you were gonna like it here.
Stiles leaned over to you and whispered to you “How about a date?” You smiled and nodded at him. It wasn’t awkward like most first encounters, everything felt right. In fact, you were excited. For most of your life, you were terrified that you would never meet your soulmate or that your soulmate was going to be someone that you weren’t attracted to but all your worries had washed away.
Stiles was cute, there was no other way to put it. Moles freckled his face and he had the most gorgeous eyes. You were beyond excited for your date tonight. And you could tell Stiles was the same.
Later that night you heard a knock on your door. “It’s open.” You shouted as you put the back of your earing on. “Y/n?” You heard Stiles’ voice “In here.” He walked in and he let out a deep breath, “wow.” He sighed. You turned to him and smiled. You were wearing a simple shirt and jeans as he had told you to be casual but he still thought you looked beautiful.
“Ready?” You asked. “Uh, yeah.” He said as he held out his hand. You grabbed it happily and let him lead you out of the house. He opened his passenger door for you and you hopped in.
As you drove you looked around, he hadn’t told you where you guys were going but you found it easy to trust him. He turned off the main road to a little plaza, the only thing in business was a black light mini golf place. Your eyes widened “No way.” He laughed. “Do you like it?” You were beyond excited.
“I have not played in forever.” You said excitedly. “Get ready to lose.” He smiled.
The night was fun and you inevitably did lose but you didn’t care. You could tell that life from now on would be perfect and nothing else but that.
I knew I was somewhere cold. I could feel my skin clamming up and the goose bumps forming on my arms. I was laying down on my back, staring upwards, but my eyes were closed. There was a bright light shining through my eyelids, causing me to be hesitant to open them.
I slowly opened my eyes. My hand flew to cover them immediately. I looked around. I was in a white room. The walls, the floor, the ceiling…all white. I looked down at my bloodied grey jeans and blue t-shirt. I was in the same outfit as when I was with the Dread Doctors. Was I dead? Was I hallucinating? The last thing I remember was Stiles carrying me away from the Dread Doctors.
“Y/N.” A voice came from behind me.
I stood up immediately. I wobbled around for a second, trying to catch my balance before turning to the area I heard the noise from.
“Who’s there?” I ask, my voice coming out scratchily.
I look in the corner of this “room” and see a person standing, with their back to me. They had all black on and was carrying some kind of weapon.
“You can’t tell me you forgot me all ready.” The voice responded, turning.
“Allison?” I ask, the word coming out with confusion and shock.
Allison, brown hair and bow and arrow and all, smiles, opening her arms for me. I run forward and embrace her.
“I can’t believe you’re here.” I whisper, pulling away. “Aren’t you de-” I cut myself off. I didn’t want to say “dead”. Maybe that was too harsh.
“Dead?” She asked laughing. “Yeah, I am.”
My heart dropped. “So, does that mean I’m..?”
“Not necessarily.” Allison replied.
I look at her, confusion running over me.
“You’re not dead. You’re almost dead. You just have to have a driving force to get you back to the other side.” She smiles. “So I’m here to help.”
“How am I supposed to know what my driving force is?” I ask.
“I think both you and I know what it is.”
“Stiles.” I breathe.
She nods. “Think about your most favorite memory of him. Think about it hard. Almost re-live it.”
“If I do this…will I ever see you again?” I ask.
“You may never physically see me but…know I’m always there with you.”
I closed my eyes and began thinking back to my most favorite memory of Stiles and I.
“Stiles?” I call out, walking up the stairs of his house. “Where are you?”
“I’m up here, Y/N!” Stiles yells.
I ran the rest of the way up the stairs and turned into his room. He had a clear writing board placed in the direct middle of his room. Drawings and pictures were hung all over it with different colored string connecting them.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“Something to keep me sane.” Stiles answers pinning up another photo. I glance at the photo and see Jackson Whittemore’s face on it. Stiles grabbed a piece of red string and connected the photo to the word Kimera.
“This is amazing.” I said, examining everything.
Stiles smiled slightly. “Like you.”
“What?” I laugh, turning to him.
“I was just saying how amazing you are.” Stiles replied.
“You’re pretty amazing yourself.” I said. “Oh, this one’s easy.” I grab the picture of Jennifer Blake and pin it up on the board. I grab a red piece of string and drag it to the word “Darach” written on the board. I miss the word by an inch.
“Here, let me help you.” Stiles says, grabbing my hand in his and shifting it upwards.
I should have pulled away right then, but I couldn’t. The electricity that was running through our fingers was something like no other. I knew that at that moment I loved Stiles. And the shimmer in his dark brown eyes, made me hopeful that he felt the same way.
I gasp for air and open my eyes, immediately not regretting it. The dark brown eyes peered down at me with hope in them.
“Thank god.” Stiles breathes. “You’re alive.”
He paused for a moment.
“I couldn’t let the last thing I told you be something horrible like ‘don’t die on me.’” He fumbled with his words. “I love you too, Y/N.”
