"Hey.. Hey!" Stiles yelled at the mechanic who was working on his Jeep. "What do you think you're doing? All I needed was a starter."
I looked at the blonde, hunky mechanic, who was barely listening to Stiles
"Yeah but it looks like you're whole exhaust systems gotta be replaced too."
"Why do I get the feeling you're slightly overestimating the damage?" I asked with my arms crossed.
"It's probably gonna run you around twelve hundred for parts and labor." The blonde said, ignoring me.
Stiles scoffed. "Are you kidding?! This thing doesn't even have a catalytic converter! And yes I know what a catalytic converter is."
"Do you know what aluminous sub differential is?" The mechanic asked, finally looking at Stiles.
".. no." The Stilinski boy admitted defeat.
"Yup gonna be more like fifteen hundred."
Having heard enough of the mechanics nonsense, I grabbed his shoulder and looked into his eyes. I saw his pupils dilate and he stared back at me with a blank expression.
"Come on, give the poor boy a break." I compelled him.
He looked at Stiles and back at me sheepishly.
"I could probably go down to six hundred." He said.
I glared at him threateningly.
"Or y'a know what? This ones on the house."
I smiled and let go of the mechanics shoulder. I turned back to Stiles, who was marveling at the trick that I just pulled.
I started walking away toward the room where the front desk was, Stiles followed behind me. I was just about to open the door when I felt a wet substance on the handle.
"Ooh.. that's great." I said, sarcastically. "Real sanitary."
Stiles laughed and I reached over to spread some of the clear, wet ooze on Stiles's face. I sneered as he made a gagging noise and wiped his face with his sleeve.
I used the sleeve of my shirt to open the door and Stiles and I walked out of the auto garage.
All of a sudden a prickly feeling started to overwhelm me. It was like my whole body had fallen asleep. I looked at my hands and noticed how bad they were shaking as I tried to move them. But it felt like all the joints in my body were stiffening up.
"Stiles?!" I called out to him while he was looking at a picture of the mechanic in a Beacon Hills lacrosse uniform.
"Yeah y/n?" He asked, he shifted his gaze from the photo and turned to me. He noticed me shaking and walked over to me with a worried look in his face.
"I ca- I can't-." I started to say, but I was too panicked to finish my sentence. I could no longer feel anything in my body. It was like I was paralyzed.
I started to fall to the ground, but Stiles caught me. He laid me down on the floor of the auto repair shop and got up to pull his phone out of his pocket.
Im guessing he was about to call 9-1-1. But his hands started shaking the way mine did. His phone fell out of his hands as he struggled to move them.
He looked up out the window of the door that lead into the garage. I noticed the expression on his face turned from frustration into terror and I looked out the bottom half window of the door.
The mechanic was working on Stiles's Jeep, having not noticed me on the ground.
The expression on my face matched Stiles's as I realized what he was looking at.
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Drawn (Stiles Stilinski x Reader)
Fanfiction(TVDxTEEN WOLF) 'She sighed and bit her lip, looking into his hazel eyes. The eyes that used to look at her with so much hope, so much curiosity- now looked at her like she was a stranger. Like she was merely a pawn in his elaborate game. She looke...
