I laid on stiles bed staring at my the ceiling.
"We're are you stiles," I mumble to myself.
"Right here," a voice says
I continue to look at the wall in disbelief. Realising I got an answer I quickly turn my head to the side sitting up from my position.
"Stiles" I run up to him and wrap my arms around his neck. His slide around my waist.
"What happened to your face stiles," I say examining his grazed and bruised face.
"Just lacrosse," he answers
I knew he was lying but I didn't want to argue with him. I think he knew we weren't done with that conversation.
"Stiles," I deeper voice spoke from behind stiles.
We both study around to see the sheriff. I part from stiles and go to the bathroom to give them privacy.
I was listening to the conversation but one part caught my attention.
"You were a hero tonight stiles," Noah says.
"I'm not a hero dad," that sentence broke my heart. I didn't here what sheriff said next.
Stiles words repeating in my mind.
"Your my hero," I say exiting the bathroom.
"Y/n I-" before he can continue I cut him off by connecting our lips.
His soft plump lips moved in sync with mine. The fit perfectly. The kiss became more passionate as stiles began to back me up into a wall. We pulled apart for a breath of air and immediately reconnected our lips as if it was instinct. It became a heated make out session on stiles bed his lips sometimes tracing my neck down to my collarbone. Mine tracing his jawline.
"Stiles," I said to him making him shift from his position on top of me.
"Ye" he answers looking at me
" I love you" I splurt
Stiles lets out a small chuckle
"I love you too," he answers before reconnecting our lips to continue what I started.
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Stiles Stilinski imagines
FanfictionJust some imagines of your usual sarcastic absolute adorable teenager stiles stilinski. Requests are open so just comment on any of the parts or message me on what you want to see. It's a work in progress but I won't leave you hanging ever. I post r...
