[teen wolf imagines & headcanons]
disclaimer: i do not own teen wolf, it's character or it's plot. all credit goes to jeff davis and the rest of the creators of this god blessed show. the imagines, fics & headcanons are mine, however, so please do n...
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IT WAS RAINING. The kind of rain that gets you soaked the second you step out into it. You peered grimly out the window and up at the dark sky, watching as brooding clouds covered the world in a layer of gloom and raindrops fell and raced down the window pane hastily. You let out a groan, visibly wincing as a boom of thunder made more rain pour unforgivingly.
"Don't be such a baby, (Y/N)," Stiles teased from the front seat, watching with a smug smile as you eyed the weather outside. Two minutes before, the both of you had played rock, paper, scissors to see who would be the one that gets to run through the rain to get to the movie shop to rent tonight's film. Needless to say, you had lost.
You slapped him on the chest, your eyes narrowing down at him. "If I catch hypothermia, then you owe me one of your hoodies - I get to choose - and an apology." You spoke grumpily, zipping up your thin jumper and throwing the hood up haphazardly.
Stiles let out a laugh, knowing fully well that you had already stolen his hoodie that you deemed your favourite. He reached forward to pinch your cheeks between his fingers playfully, "Well, if you didn't always choose scissors-"
"If you didn't always choose scissors-" You mimicked, your pitch higher than usual, as you shoved his hands away from you with a giggle, "This isn't about that. You just hate me."
"If I hated you, would I be letting us watch the prequels first tonight?" He grumbled, feeling genuinely disgusted by the fact you preferred watching the Star Wars prequels first instead of watching the franchise in release order. But there was a peak of an adoring smile tugging at his lips as he looked over at you anyway. There always was.
At his words, your head snapped towards him and an excited gasp ripped from your lips, "No way!" You were shocked; Stiles never normally admitted defeat that easily.
He pursed his lips with the feign of annoyance, his eyes playful, "I thought you deserved it, after your little tantrum about the rain."
You clambered on your knees, leaning over and grabbing his jaw in your hands. You pressed your lips to his cheek obnoxiously with a 'mwah' sound, "You're the best!"
Stiles watched at you grinned ever so sweetly to yourself, throwing open the jeep door and climbing out into the rain. His cheeks were on fire at the feel of your lips, his head spinning and his heart racing, but as he watched you race away, he had to call out - "Yeah, I know!" - just so that he could see your beam, thrown over your shoulder at him, one last time before you were out of his sight. You were his best friend, nothing more, but boy-
He had it bad.
And so did you, the smile tugging at your lips aching your jaw by the time you pulled open the door and reached shelter. You peeled down your hood, your jumper sticking to you uncomfortably as your hands reached up to rub at your arms for warmth. You quickly realised how dark the shop was as you peered around, brows furrowed as you tried to look for the cashier that was always working on a Friday night when you and Stiles came in looking for a movie.
