dylan o'brien imagines

mischief & y/n

Stiles' phone bleeped as he sat with his friends at lunch. He quickly picked up his phone and a smile crept onto his lips as he read the text he'd been sent.

y/n is typing...

y/n
when will you tell me your
actual name, mischief? we've
been talking for months now :))

Stiles began to type before Isaac interrupted him.

He noticed Stiles smirking at his phone, "who are you sexting now, Stilinski?"

"Shut up, scarfman." Stiles scoffed as he rolled his eyes.

mischief is typing...

mischief
if i tell you, you won't laugh?

y/n
i would never.

mischief
miecyzslaw.

y/n
miecyzslaw... i like it :)

miecyzslaw
... :)

y/n
i gotta go to class now,
talk to you soon, mischief ;)

Stiles smiled at the last message, before hearing the bell for class. He grabbed his bag and walked through the halls of Beacon Hills High, as he did he passed a girl who was putting her books back into her locker, his eyes were drawn to the name on her books.

Y/n.

His eyes widened but he couldn't say anything, instead he rushed ahead and ran to his next class.

He wondered if the girl was the same girl he'd been talking to over texts the past few months. She'd sent him an accidental text and they'd ended up talking all day, every day. Along the way he'd ended up falling in love with her.

He had to find out, so he took his phone out and began typing underneath his desk.

miecyzslaw is typing...

miecyzslaw
can i ask you something?

y/n
um i guess?

miecyzslaw
have you heard of beacon hills?

y/n
yes... because i live there, why?

miecyzslaw
i have a strange feeling i saw you
today.

y/n
you did? but you don't know
what i look like?

miecyzslaw
i saw a girl putting books in
her locker with your name on...
and i just felt like it was you.

y/n
you go to bhhs too?

miecyzslaw
yes!

y/n
i've never heard of someone
called miecyzslaw here...

miecyzslaw
because i don't use my real name,
it's too hard to pronounce.

miecyzslaw
it's stiles.

y/n
as in stiles stilinski?

miecyzslaw
yes.

y/n
no way

miecyzslaw
why?

y/n
i've had a crush on you
for years

miecyzslaw
you have?!

y/n
...

miecyzslaw
can you get out of class
and meet me by the library?

y/n
sure, see you soon

Stiles excused himself from the class as did you, he reached the library first and waited for any sign of you.

You headed towards the library, seeing Stiles up ahead of you made your heart beat extremely fast.

As you got closer he turned around and his lips curled into an adorable lopsided smile, "it's you."

"And it's really you... Miecyzslaw." You said, smiling as Stiles stood in front of you.

"You actually pronounced it correctly!" He chuckled.

"Yeah." You smiled.

The sound of heels clicking disrupted the both of you, Stiles quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you into an open closet, closing the door behind the both of you.

He turned to you and pressed a finger to his lips, signalling for neither of you to speak.

The heels passed and he breathed out, "thank god."

As you both stood opposite each other in the small closet, the space between you grew smaller.

Stiles leaned towards you slowly and stole a kiss before nudging your head to the side and exposing your neck, he trailed a line of kisses down your throat before lifting you up as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Things were heating up before the door to the janitors closet opened and the janitor walked in turned the light on, exposing the two of you.

Stiles placed you down slowly as you looked embarrassed, "uh... nothing's happening here." Stiles stuttered.

"Sure." The janitor said, grabbing a broom and leaving.

"We should probably get back to class..." you suggested.

"Probably," Stiles sighed, he kissed your forehead before walking away, "check your phone later." He exclaimed before heading back to class.

When you were back in class, you checked your phone and saw a new message from Stiles.

miecyzslaw
maybe we can finish what
we started later after a date...
say tonight at 7?

y/n
i'd love that :)

miecyzslaw
great, see you later ;)

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