Imagines ↣ Stiles Stilinski

Goodnight, Sweetheart

From: Stilinski <3
May I come over?

I could barely fight the smile that was forming on my lips after I read his message. It was past 11 in the evening but he was still planning to go somewhere. Then again, this was the guy who dragged Scott and me in to the woods to search for half of a person's body. I really shouldn't be surprised. The only shocking thing about this is that he's actually asking for permission. Now that's a first.

From: Stilinski <3
Forget I asked. I'm on my way.

I guess I spoke too soon. I decided against replying, knowing that he was bound to come knocking on my window in a few minutes.

In the meantime, my attention was focused on my Chemistry book. If only Harris wasn't making our lives worse, I'd probably be sleeping peacefully. Then again, with all the supernatural things going on around Beacon Hills, a good night's sleep is something that was rare for everyone else involved in it, including me.

I almost jumped in fright when I heard taps coming from my window. Stiles' was pointing to the lock when I finally looked at him. Geez, I must've been too focused trying to digest that formula for me to forget that he was coming over. I noticed that he was wearing a plain shirt and sweatpants. Was he about to sleep when he decided to come over?

Stiles quickly stepped in once the window was opened. I was back on my bed with the Chemistry book when he finally faced me after shutting the window. I could feel his eyes on me, as I stayed focused on the book. What he didn't know was that I couldn't focus on what I was reading anymore. All I could think about was that he's a few feet away from me.

"Studying? Really?" He whined. My eyes flickered to where he was, only to see a pout on his lips, and back to the book. "Stiles would like to have some time with his girl, you know,"

"His girl doesn't want to fail tomorrow's exam," I playfully retorted, even if I wasn't really studying anymore. A smile was playing on my lips when I felt the part of the bed behind me sink.

"Are you saying that you'd rather pass one exam than spend some time with me?" He whispered close to my ear, causing shivers to run through my body.

Before I knew it, my Chemistry book was pried away from my hands and landed on the floor, closed. I rolled my eyes as I turned to Stiles who was smiling at me innocently. He was seated right behind me. If I leaned a bit, I would already be resting my back against his chest.

His arms circled my waist, pulling me closer to him. Stiles peppered kisses down the side of my neck to my shoulder, making me slowly tilt my head to the side to give him more access as I leaned back against him. My eyes slowly closed as I started to drown in his playful teasing. A chuckle escaped his lips when he realized that I wasn't doing anything to push him away.

"What happened to studying?" He mused.

"Need I remind you that you threw my book to the floor?" I joked. "And who was the one whining and pouting about wanting to spend some time with his girl?"

Stiles rolled his eyes as he lied down on my bed taking me with him. His arms were still around my waist, obviously not wanting to let me go, as we snuggled against each other.

"I can get used to this," he said and I knew that a playful smile was on his lips even if I couldn't see.

"In your dreams, Stilinski,"

"I'm one lucky guy then," he proudly stated. "Because I get to be with you like this in real life and I also in my dreams,"

I could only shake my head at how cheesy that was. I wouldn't deny, however, that his words sent my heart fluttering wildly in my chest.

We stayed that way as we talked about anything that we could think of. Stiles, being Stiles, he had so many things to say. He barely ran out of topics to talk about and I love him for it. Later into the night, my eyelids were starting to feel heavier by the second. I couldn't respond as much as I did earlier and I'm sure he noticed.

"Go to sleep, (y/n)," he whispered.

I could only nod my head as I moved closer to him. His fingers intertwined with mine, causing a lazy yet content smile to show on my lips as I closed my eyes.

"Goodnight, Stiles," I whispered.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," he responded softly before kissing the crown of my head.