Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Killer

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Requested by Anon​

Halloween event

"It's not that bad!" You insisted as you helped Stiles lift a table in front of one of the large floor-length windows. He scowled at you but didn't say anything until he moved an armchair to block the table against the glass.

"We're in a cabin in the woods with a lunatic outside! I spent my whole life avoiding situations like this. You get me into one in under an hour." Stiles complained to you.

"You got Scott turned into a werewolf by dragging him out into the woods in the middle of the night. If anything it's weird that I managed to get us into this situation." You said quickly and raised your eyebrows. He rolled his eyes and nodded.

"Ok, that's fair. How, exactly, did you manage to get us into this situation?" Stiles asked.

"Oh! Well when you stopped to pay for the gas I spotted this guy acting weird and I warned this lady whose car he was lurking around and then I was like hah dude you're acting like a serial killer." You explained with rapid-fire quickness, punctuating each new problem with a quick awkward clap of your hand.

"He turned out to be an actual killer didn't he?" Stiles asked.

"Yes. Very much so. Apparently, he's wanted by the FBI and he cut our phone lines." You answered and Stiles sighed.

"Well, we've dealt with worse right? I mean I was taken to another dimension and you... are friends with a lot of werewolves." Stiles said quickly as he watched the blockade he made against the one wall shake.

"You can just say it. In this particular instant, I have no special skills. Although I'm good at jabbing." You mimed jabbing at the air and Stiles quickly fetched you a fireplace poker.

"If we get murdered on Halloween I'm going to be so mad." Stiles grumbled. You smiled and looked around.

"Yeah. I bet people will come here and try to summon our spirits... if we were murdered. Which we're not going to be." You said as Stiles gave you an irritated look.

"Just try to find a way we can sneak out. And stay away from the windows. You're just making him mad that he can't get in here." Stiles said as you looked out the window and it cracked as something thumped against it.

"He's broken the wheels off the car." You updated Stiles who groaned.