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Hi 🥺❤️

Can I ask for a protective Stiles fanfic? Preferably at a party 🥺🥺

Thank you ❤️

ummm anon... be honest... have you been reading my drafts?

i literally have the start of this drafted. are you hacking into my account. also you seem very sweet!

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"i'm not asking again. put. the dress. on." lydia grits out, shoving the poor excuse of a party dress into your arms. allison gives you a pitying look, but doesn't argue with the redhead currently bossing you around.

"lydia, this thing is as tiny and as flimsy as a napkin! i'm going to look like-"

"a sexy stripper?" allison offers, and you can hear the laugh she's holding back for your sake. bastard. she's on lydia's side.

"if you don't wear this dress, i swear to god," lydia crosses her arms and makes her way to her bedroom door, giving you an icy glare over her shoulder. "i'm going to tell stiles you want him to-"

"treat me with love and respect!" you yell over whatever foul thing she was going to bring up, cheeks flaming with heat as your brain helpfully supplies all of the drunken confessions you have made to the poor girls. allison doesn't bother hiding her laugh this time before giving you a pitiful-but not apologetic-look on her way out of lydia's room. when the door clicks shut behind them, you sigh and look at the crumpled fabric in your hands.

okay, yeah, the dress is cute. it's hot, really, and as you shed your layers and reluctantly shimmy it on, you note how the color compliments your skin tone as well. and it's comfortable...

sort of.

you tug at the bottom of the dress once you've got it on, but that only means you have to tug at the top to keep your tits from spilling out. okay, you're going to be doing this all night.

you turn to lydia's full length mirror and give yourself a once-over.

jesus fucking christ.

wait a second... hold onnnn.... you turn to check yourself out, eyebrows raising once you get a good look at your ass. damn! and maybe your tits are a little showy, but you look like a bomshell. with your hair and makeup done, this dress, and the jewlrey lydia and allison picked out... you could totally be a homewrecker.

not that you'd want to. but it's definitely possible.

you're grabbing the pumps lydia insisted on when she barges in. "oh my god, brett's going to be there. i need my black heels."

you make a face at her as she flies past you to grab her own shoes, complaining loudly about the "stupid jock" she's been competing with for top grades. you move to share a look with allison, but when you turn to look at her, she's got her mouth open in an O and is eyeing your attire.

"what do you think?" you ask her, half timid, half confident as you do a short spin to give a view of all angles.

"you look amazing!" allison squeals and claps for you, and you turn your head to meet lydia's analyzing eyes. she smirks and nods, ducking back into her closet.

you watch a shoe fly out before you hear her answer. "yep, you'll be getting your mind off stiles all right!"

as you grab your bag and make your way to the door with allison, you roll your eyes. lydia catches up with the two of you as you tread downstairs, black 'i fucking hate brett' heels in hand. "i'm not trying to get my mind off of him. when did i ever say that?"

allison cringes. "you did. last night."

"okay, well what time was it?"

lydia swings open her front door. "four. we had just finished ten things i hate about you. you said that since he was clearly not attracted to you, which is such bullshit, you needed to get over and get under. if i recall."

you balk and feel your cheeks heat as you walk down the driveway. "you can't take anything i say after two in the morning seriously! one time i threatened to kill one of your exes, created an entire plan, and almost executed it at three AM. also, it's true that stiles isn't into me. that's just how it is. no biggie."

"oh-ho my god," allison doesn't bother stifling her laugh from the passenger seat of lydia's car. "he doesn't even acknowledge me when you wear that one blue crop top. too busy staring at your fantastic tits."

"they're great, aren't they?" you grin at her through the rearview mirror before lydia adjusts it, and then you three are on your way.

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the house party is crowded with girls dressed similar to you, skimpy dresses and flouncy hair, and guys with button downs half undone and whatever pants weren't dirty. you have a solo cup filled with rum and coke, and you were maneuvering your way through the bumping crowd. you've been doing a sub-par job of finding a one night stand to get your mind off stiles, and you're not sure why. maybe you're just not feeling it. or all the guys here suck.

you duck your head to avoid some guy's arm and ram head-first into someone's back, who turns around quickly.

"stiles!" you smile and he smiles back for about three seconds before his eyes actually see you.

he takes half a step back and the greeting he had for you gets stuck on it's way out, not important enough now that he sees what you're wearing. his eyes roam over you like a starved man, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips when he gets caught on the low cut collar.

"hey," he finally responds, eyes meeting yours. "when did you get here?"

you swirl your drink and tilt your head. "just like, half an hour. what about you?"

"just now." he takes a step closer, presumably to be heard over the music and chatter, and his hand finds your upper arm. you feel your skin warm where he touches you. "i like your outfit."

you feel a bit fuzzy at his words, grinning up at him. his eyes are dark as he watches you, and his brow is set. "thanks! it's actually lydia's, she forced me to wear it." you leave out the part about it being bait for whoever was going to make you feel like you could be hot, since stiles didn't.

he nods and his grip tightens just slightly on your arm, eyes dipping from your face when you tug absentmindedly at the hem of the dress, pulling your tits out a bit more. it's not on purpose, but you don't complain with how stiles notices like it was. his eyes flit back to yours and you catch his adams apple bob. "are you hungry?"

you feel flushed, from his eyes and his skin and his proximity. so you nod, just to get some air. "starving."

"i'll grab us something. meet me on the front porch?"

you nod again and stiles is gone. his demeanor seems different tonight, and it makes you want to swoon. the way he looked at you...

you're glad it's cool out, because you feel like you're on fire. the warmth of your drink isn't super helpful, but you'd rather be hot and tipsy than cold and sober with stiles looking at you all over like that. that way, you'd have something other than yourself to blame if you took things any further than he wanted.

but god, did you want things to go far.

you're looking out over the quiet street, arms resting on the railing, when you hear the door open behind you. expecting stiles with a snack, you turn, only to find a different boy. shorter, but larger, you recognize him from the lacrosse games. what was his name... jordan? jacob?

well, you're screwed if you don't figure it out, because he strides up to where you're standing, and he smirks.

"what're you doin' all by yourself out here?" his eyes rake over your dress. you flush. the voice of lydia haunts you, demanding you do not bring up stiles, this might be your ticket to forgetting him tonight.

"just getting some air." you hum, tucking a stray hair back. he catches the motion with his eyes. you try to avoid panicking, unsure of how to flirt if it's not joking and arguing (since you pretty much do it exclusively with stiles) and still trying to remember his name. jason? jackson? no, definitely not jackson.

"oh, yeah?" he places a hand on the railing behind you, cornering you with his left arm. you seem to realize in a moment why you haven't really been trying to flirt with other guys. you do not want this.

"yeah, um, my friend is about to come back. he's grabbing us food." you explain in a ramble. your heart picks up slightly as his other arm cages you in. you don't really want to hit or push, he hasn't done anything wrong, and in any case, he's about as big as a bull. he could crush you in a second.

"aw, man." his smirk doesn't leave as his body draws up close to yours. it feels uncoordinated, like he doesn't fit next to you. you press back against the railing to no avail. "i was hoping we could hang out alone, y'know?"

"too bad," you huff out a very fake laugh and feel the fear crawl up your throat. "could you back up? he's going to be here any second-"

"nah, he'll probably see us and get the message. don't worry, no one'll catch us." the boy slides one of his hands around the small of your back, way too close to your ass. his words make you a bit dizzy. you place your hands on his chest and push, your mind going wild like a cornered bunny. fuck, shit, what if stiles sees us and leaves us alone? fuck fuck fuck-

"back up." you hiss, more demanding, but he's much stronger and doesn't even seem to hear you. his hand grabs your ass. "get off of me."

"she said get off." stiles' voice rings clear on the porch and the guy is pulled off of you. stiles seems to almost tower over him, skinnier but taller, and jesus, if looks could kill. "what the hell is wrong with you, jace? get the fuck out of here."

jace, your terrified brain helpfully supplies, his name is jace. ooooh.

jace scrunches up his nose in disgust at stiles. "and why the fuck should i listen to you?"

"he's my boyfriend," you blurt, trembling all over and trying not to collapse from relief. stiles gives you a look of subtle surprise and then turns to jace, giving him another death stare.

"and if i see you talking to her again i'll tell grace you've got a small dick. i'll also run you over, but that'll be merciful after grace's reaction." his jaw flexes and you get confusingly turned on as your adrenaline dies down.

jace blanches and turns to you. "he's lying." as he turns to leave, he bites out, "maybe don't be such a fucking tease next time. bitch."

as soon as the door shuts behind jace, stiles is at your side. his hands cup your face before dropping, flailing aimlessly as he apologizes for touching you and asks if you're okay repeatedly. his demeanor from earlier is gone and replaced with the stiles you're used to, and it makes you smile.

"i'm alright, and you can touch me." you blush at the words and his hands gently hold your arms. "just a bit shaken up."

"no shit, what a fucking asshole. i swear to god, i'm going to kill him, jesus. i can't believe he wouldn't listen to you. are you sure you're alright? i got nachos. i won't leave you again."

butterflies erupt at his last sentence, spoken all rushed but said sincerely. you swallow and meet his whiskey brown eyes, glinting a cool tone from the moonlight, and sigh. you watch him read your expression and slowly pull you closer, wrapping you in a tight hug with your face pressed into his neck. his hand rubs up and down your spine soothingly, and he sways just slightly. you breathe him in and smell his cologne and his stiles scent, eyes fluttering shut. "nachos sound nice."

his laugh is felt more than heard, in his chest and throat, and he squeezes you a bit tighter before holding you out to arms length. his eyes meet yours and he tucks a strand of your hair back, making you blush again. his hand stays at your face, resting at your cheek.

"tell me you're okay first."

"i'm okay. just hungry."

he nods solemnly and turns to the porch swing behind him, grabbing a paper plate overloaded with nachos and plopping himself onto the swing, patting the empty space next to him. when you sit, he rests the plate on your thigh and it's warm from the queso. his arm loops around behind you and draws you closer.

you both dig in, and between your eating and stiles animatedly telling a story about scott trying to keg stand, you slip into that natural rhythm you and stiles have. you forget to be sexy and alluring, and he forgets his filter. you both lean against each other and pretend not to notice the press of your thighs against the other's, or the missed glances, or the way his fingers trace a pattern on your shoulder. you tell yourself it's the way friends are, but you want to kiss him when he licks some guacamole off his thumb.

he goes quiet after a moment and you can see him looking at you from your peripherals. when you turn to face him, he swallows.

"you really do look nice tonight."

you smile and turn your attention back to the plate, almost empty now. "thanks. i think jace made that clear."

stiles doesn't laugh. you can feel it, that attitude he had when you first bumped into him. your skin feels warmer as you eat another chip and look back up at him. he's distracted, gaze running over your body.

it feels different from jace. he felt like a shark circling it's prey. stiles makes you feel... well, not like an animal at all. you feel attractive when he looks at you like that, and you don't mind when his eyes rake over your thighs. he sucks in a breath. "jace is a unlovable dickbag with a ugly haircut."

you giggle at the accuracy, and look back at stiles with a sly grin.

"and that makes you...?"

he shakes his head. "not much better, apparently."

you tilt your head, licking a finger of its guac. stiles tracks the movement and you watch his eyes get all dark again. you speak once you've popped it out of your mouth. "how come?"

"because," stiles clenches his jaw and narrows his eyes. "i can't stop looking at you."

a flustered thrill runs through you and you smile proudly. "explain that."

"i... what?"

"why can't you stop looking at me? if you're going to lower yourself to the same standard as a... unlovable dickbag, you at least owe me an explanation."

he huffs, clearly frustrated. "you're being coy."

"you're the one who dropped that on me and won't explain it!" you scoff and shake your head at him. "seriously, stilinski, have some balls."

"alright, fine." the telltale signs of his annoyance seep in. you feel a tingle of excitement. he's always so hot when he's annoyed. he grits his teeth and turns you by the chin to face him carefully.

"you're wearing your hair in that-" he gestures to your head, "way and if that's not bad enough, you've got that stupid dress on that makes your tits stand out and, i mean, your thighs. your goddamn thighs are just so out and i cant get over how your eyes look, i don't know how you make them like that-"

"with makeup?"

"well, fuckin', obviously. but i mean, all hot and bedroom and whatnot. and you've got the nicest hips i've ever seen, that dress puts them on full display. i just want to grab them where they dip like that and your collarbones are so," he gestures again and you laugh breathily. "and i hate all the douchebags looking at you like a piece of meat tonight but i don't think i'm any better, so i'm sorry but you asked me-"

"stiles." you interrupt, and he goes quiet. you smile like an idiot and watch him get progressively more confused. "why do you think i wore the dress?"

he tilts his head a bit. "because you like it?"

"because i want you to be like-" you raise your eyebrows. "this when you're around me."

"a horny mess?"

you shrug, nodding. "yeah, pretty much."

"god, you're so evil." he sighs, but it sounds dreamy when he says it. he looks at you like you might as well kill him now and he'll die happy, and leans forward just a bit. "can i kiss you?"

you feel like you're dreaming. those four words have been all you've wanted to hear for forever. and now, out of the blue at a house party. you grin, nodding. "yeah, yes. please."

he cups your cheek and leans in.

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stiles won't leave your side the rest of the night, keeping an eye on your drink and an even closer eye on you. jace has disappeared, but he's not the only guy who's been after you tonight, and stiles makes it his mission to make himself known as your boyfriend. sure, your boyfriend of about twenty minutes, but yours nonetheless. his arm is slung over your shoulder or tight around your waist anytime some dude starts to get too comfortable, and you laugh at his antics.

"awfully possessive, are we?" you tease after he shooed another guy off. he smirks at you.

"aw, c'mon. you don't like me protecting my girl?"

your stomach swoops at the pet name, and you have to roll your eyes to avoid him noticing.

he notices anyway.

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THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD. i typed it all in one sitting (minus the first like 4 paragraphs which were in my drafts already) and posted immediately. feel free to ignore any typos and confusing bits, sending love!

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garebearandnan · 6 months

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Coming soon: The girls are sneaking off from the Villa!

This fanfic will be LITG canon based but will include some bits from the actual TV show and Love Island Matchmaker. Including what happens in both the Main (Original) Villa and Casa Amor.

Bedroom

Bobby: Boys, where are the girls?

Bobby: I don't know, let's go and check upstairs?

Dressing room

Jakub: Where the hell are the girls?

(YELLS) Bobby: Girls? Where are you?

Ibrahim: Bobby, the girls are gone…

Lucas: Maybe they are in the garden?

Gym

Gary: They've left the villa.

Ibrahim: They've left?

Bobby: They've all got really, really dainty, like, steps. Because I wake up quite easily. They must have been doing some mad ninja moves.

MC: "Girls on tour!" I cheered and we all clinked glasses. "Did you know, Casa Amor is actually Spanish for 'House of Love'."

MC: "I would be lying if I didn’t think a girl would come here and make a beeline for him."

New casa amor bomshells:

What's your Casa Amor strategy? "There’s no time to hold back, so I’m going to make sure I get to know everyone. I’m not going to waste any time thinking about what their current situation might be because I need to give myself a chance. I’m going to lay all my cards on the table and see where it gets me."

Why Love Island and why now? "I think it’s ideal timing and the perfect way to find someone. I don’t go out and party and I don’t use dating apps, I’m actually quite old-fashioned, so there’s no better way to meet someone than by going into a Villa in the sun with the potential ‘one’ in there."

What are you looking for in a partner? "I’m looking for someone who has good energy coming from them. Is fun and has good banter. The boys are waiting for someone to come in and steal their hearts."

Back in Casa Amor:

In the Beach Hut, Marisol: The Love Island gods have answered my prayers, they sent me in six fresh sexy new boys. It’s like day one again, do you know what I mean? It feels like this is my time to get to know all these guys and, hopefully, find a connection with one of the six. Or all six of them if I’m allowed. I mean, I will take all six, just to make up for lost time.

BH Chelsea: I’m like a kid in a candy store, right now. I’m just like, (points her finger in a pretend line) umm, um-um-um-um-um! I’m not sure which one I wanna try first.

BH Grace: I really think that Arjun is, like, a proper geezer. He's going to play a massive game. He is so confident. I could see the way he was looking at all the girls. He made me feel like he liked me within five seconds. I saw him doing the same thing to everyone. I wouldn't trust him.

Loungers: On the loungers, Hope and Grace are having a catch up. The others’ are in two smaller groups chatting getting to know the new boys.

Hope: I feel like I should be grating… But, then I’m like what’s going on. No. Not grafting, but…

Grace: Surely not. Who should you be grating?

Hope: No. Not grafting. As in like… Chatting. But, like, in sort of a big group I can’t get to know, like, any one of them one-on-one. There's Alex. (She points.) Carl. Mick?

Grace: Nick?

Hope: Mick.

Grace: No, not Mick.

Hope: The red beard. What’s his name? Mi-

Grace: There's no Mick.

Hope: Elijah?

Grace: Oh, I can’t even remember if there was a Greer, you know. There was defo a Greer.

Hope: Yeah, Greer’s that tattooed one, full red beard.

Grace: And there is a, um, Casey… Kayden… Casey?

Hope: No Casey.

Hope snorts and lowers her voice. “Who's your daddy? Who's your daddy?”

Grace: Oh, my days, Hope! Fuck, we’re so bad.

They burst out laughing.

Narrator, Iain Stirling: What we need here is, oh, I don’t know, a close-up of each lad, with their name magically appearing. Or we can just have our girls get some one-on-one time with the new boys.

Your phone beeps.

Grace: Oh, hang on. Guys I've got a text!

Girls, it's time to get to know these new boys a bit better. Get ready for a round of speed dating. #icebreaker #cocktailshaker

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