Random shit/thoughts/imagines

𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚇 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙿𝚃. 𝟸

there's not gonna be a part three unless you want one

You had been going to high school for a while with Scott and it made you more comfortable. You ended up taking the last name McCall and putting your foster parents surname as your middle. You had developed feelings for stiles in the short time you had been there, I mean who couldn't he was smart, caring and very handsome. But he still didn't trust you, well, that's what you thought. After Malia had left he didn't want to get hurt and when he saw your beautiful y/c/e and y/c/h he knew he was gonna fall hard, so he convinced himself he hated you. That was until he was quarantined in the same building as you. For some reason you hadn't gotten sick like Scott and Kira so you went upstairs to help stiles in case it went south. As you two were looking through coaches office trying to find out what happened you saw his mug. "Stiles." You said showing him the mug

"I was wondering how that idiot got sick. I'm also wondering where your friends are. Since in order to get paid by the benefactor, I need to have proof they're dead." Simon said walking in, gun in hand

"Visual confirmation." You and stiles said in sync as he pushed you out of the office into the locker room

"Still a bit feverish, Mr. Stilinski, Ms. McCall. But you should know something, the virus doesn't kill humans, you'll get better. So don't you think you should tell me where they are? Shouldn't two of you get to live?"

"I think I saw them in the library." You said calmly

"Or it might've been the cafeteria. It was definitely one of those two." Stiles stuttered out

"Alright, I'm gonna count to three. And if you don't tell me where they are by three I'll kill you both." He said pressing the gun against your head "1...2..." you cut him off

"3!" You shouted turning and grabbing the gun from him only to be covered in a thick red substance, blood, but not yours or stiles, Simons. Soon you saw a taller man standing in front of you, you recognized him from the pictures Scott showed you. This was your dad, but he didn't see his own daughter right in front of him.

"Stiles, random girl, listen. I got a call from Melissa. I don't know what it means. She said there's an antidote. It's in a vault, reishi mushrooms. It's in a jar on one of the shelves. She said to tell Scott, it's in the vault." As soon as he said the antidote you and stiles sprinted to the vault

"In the vault, in there with you. Reishi mushrooms. Scott, open the door! It's in there with you. It's in a jar, it's on one of the shelves." You and stiles screamed. You both kept screaming until you assumed it was never gonna open, you would've tried to use your claws to open the door but the virus was finally getting to you. You and stiles slid down the door losing all hope.

"Why do you hate me?" You asked turning to him your face turning pale as his gained the color back

"W-what? I don't hate you." He said

"Yes you do. I've tried to be nice to you even tried to help on the case but you still hate me." You voice becoming a whisper because your throat was drying up. You had no idea why it was acting this fast because it was slow for Scott and Kira. "I'm gonna be ver vulnerable here stiles and if you tell someone I'll kill you. Here goes, stiles since I saw you when I walked in the building I liked you. I'm not one to believe in love at first sight, but this, this was like nothing I've ever felt before. And you keep pushing me away and it hurts, but if I need to gain your trust to at least be your friend I'll do whatever it takes." You said as black blood started coming out of your nose. Then before stiles say anything the doors opened.

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After the whole thing with the virus and confessing your feelings to stiles you got in your car and drove straight home after you felt good enough to drive. Now it was midnight and you were laying in your bed staring at the celling debating on weather or not to go to stiles house. You stood up grabbed your keys and opened the door to be faced with stiles. "Uh, hey."

"Hello. Uh, come on in." You said opening the door and moving aside to let him in. "You can sit on the bed if you want." You said as you closed the door and sat next to him

"Why'd you run off?" He asked in a small voice

"I-I have no idea. I guess, I was so terrified you would run off or something." You said softly laughing at the end

"Well, if you had waited I would've been able to tell you. I like you too, I like the fact that even though you showed up it felt like I'd known you my whole life. Whenever I meet someone new my social anxiety takes over and I can't even form a proper sentence, but with you the words just flow out of my mouth. I like how even though I pushed you away you kept trying. Y/n McCall, I like you." He said before closing the gap between you two.

It gets saucy here by once again I DONT DO SMUT maybe later but not right now

Your hand found his cheek and you rubbed your thumb across his cheekbone as he lifted you onto his lap so you were in a straddling position. His hands traveled down to your ass as yours started to tug on the hairs on the back of his neck, causing a few moans to slip out of his mouth. You felt his hands tug at your shirt as a sign to take it off and that's what you both did. Once you closed the gap again you felt him squeeze your ass causing you to gasp and allowing him to slip his tongue in. He laid you down on the bed, mouths never disconnecting, until he had to grab a condom from your drawer.

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You woke up with stiles arm wrapped around you and your back toward him. You turned to face him a brushed the little fallen hairs off his face. Stiles had felt the small strands tickling his face causing him to open his eyes. "Good morning, beautiful." His raspy morning voice causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach

"Good morning, babe." You said when you finally realized what you had said your eyes went wide "oh, no. Did I just mess this up. I made it awkward didn't I. I am so so sor-" you were cut off by stiles kissing you. You kissed back and pulled away smiling "I haven't even brushed my teeth yet."

"Who cares?" He asked leaning in again you knew today would be the best Saturday of your life