You stabbed me

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Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Requested by Anon​

Halloween event


Stiles grabbed at the stick. It was a large one with a pointy end just lying at the end of your driveway. He'd driven past your house, seen a lump on your porch, and decided to investigate.

Stabbing at the object with the stick he let out a shaky sigh as he realised that it was just a jumper that you must have dropped. But he heard something inside that worried him. It was a rough rattling sound, banging and shaking. Clearly, Stiles thought, you had been locked in a room in your house by a nefarious bad guy. By the sound of the rattling, there wasn't any way that anyone else would get to you in time.

Stick raised in one hand and the jumper in the other he let himself in. He was trying his best to be quiet and sneak up on whoever must have been attacking you. He hurried up the stairs, being sure to hop over the squeaky step. He burst into your bedroom and struck your attacker.

"STILES WHAT THE FUCK!" You shrieked.

"I'M SORRY!" He said as he let go of the stick. It was stuck in your side and you winced as you pulled it out, making Stiles gag. The wound started to heal but there was no blood on your pyjamas.

"Why would you do that!" You snapped.

"I thought you were being attacked!" Stiles insisted as he flailed his arms around in a panic and looked around for something, his sanity perhaps, you thought to yourself.

"So you stabbed me. Very helpful!" You shouted.

"I didn't stab you very much!" He said defensively and frowned at you. "Besides what were you even doing? I thought something had broken in and attacked you. I would have avoided stabbing you if I knew it was just you."

"I'm sorry, is this a discussion about the degree to which you stabbed me?!" You hissed at him and crossed your arms. He looked appropriately sheepish and muttered an apology. "I was trying to fix one of the drawers in my dresser. I had no idea that you were on a rampage. I know it's Halloween but you could at least practise your slasher act on someone else." After another apologise Stiles left and you locked the door before heading up to find a change of clothes.

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