Stiles Stilinski Imagines {ON HOLD}

Mondays

Mondays were the worst. It was common knowledge, but this Monday? Well this Monday was by far the worst.

First period. Economics with Coach which meant him moaning about how shit his weekend was.

That's life Finstock, deal with it.

Then it was a Chemistry test with Harris which apparently made up thirty percent of your final grade.

Wonderful.

Lunch was the best part of the day. Lunch meant spending time with your friends. Spending time with Stiles.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice Lydia sneak up beside you.

"So?" the redhead inquired.

"So, what?" you replied, confused.

"So what? Y/N, you promised you'd give me details. You know about you and Stiles...you know."

"Oh yeah, that," you replied. A look of unintentional disappointment must have appeared on your face as you felt Lydia's hand upon your arm, almost comforting you.

"You did do it, right? I mean, you guys have been seeing each other for six months, it's about time."

"Yes, Lydia. I'm aware of my relationship status, thank you," you snapped. You really hated Mondays.

"Oh my god. You didn't do it."

If you could've smiled on the inside you would've. This perhaps was the first time in her life that Lydia Martin had been wrong about something.

You had been planning how to tell Stiles that you were ready for the next step the whole of last week. When he'd told you that he was taking you out on Sunday, it had seemed like the perfect opportunity.

So you'd waited until you two were sitting on a picnic blanket under the stars, your head resting on your boyfriend's shoulder, his arm around your waist. But that would've been too easy.

"Shit, I just remembered I told my dad I'd be back at the house by ten. You can come too if you want, I'll order a pizza, we can watch a movie."

"Star Wars?"

"I was thinking more Love Actually."

The fact that Stiles was offering to watch your favourite movie instead of his had made you melt, and you just couldn't decline his offer.

So you two were snuggled up on his couch, halfway through a pepperoni pizza, and you just didn't think life could get any better.

You were at the part in the movie where Sam said he was in love when you'd said it.

"I think we should have sex."

Stiles had paused the movie.

"What did you just say?"

"I said, I think we should have sex."

"Um okay. Are you sure? Have you thought this through? I mean-"

"Stiles. I'm not some cliché teenage girl who thinks their virginity is golden. And even if I was, I'd be more than happy to give it to you."

That's when Stiles had crashed his lips against yours and well, you and him knew how that story ended.

You were about to tell Lydia just how wrong she was, and how amazing he was, when a strong pair of arms snaked around your waist, ones in which you sighed into, instantly putting you in a better mood.

"Hello," Stiles breathed, nuzzling his nose into your neck.

"Hi," you sighed, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of his skin on yours. After last night, it was most definitely something you could get used to.

"Last night was great," he breathed again, placing a kiss on your cheek.

"Yeah, it was," the butterflies in your stomach fluttering ten to the dozen.

You could've have stayed like that for the rest of your life, but you were so wrapped up in the moment that you forgot that Lydia was standing next to you.

"You liar."

"I'm sorry?"

"You liar. You let me think you guys didn't do it. You so did it. Oh my god. Wait till I tell Malia."

"Lydia, what are you talking about?" Stiles asked.

"She's talking about the fact that we had sex. And her and Malia, being the fantastic friends they are, are going to talk about this non-stop until I give them every single detail. Am I right?"

Lydia nodded.

"She's right."

Stiles looked at you, smiling.

"And that's a problem, why? I don't really see the issue with reliving every moment of last night."

You turned in his arms, slapping his chest.

"Stiles!"

"What?"

"You know Y/N, I might have an easier job getting details from Stiles than you. What do you say Stiles?" Lydia interrupted.

You glared at Stiles.

"You do and I'll get Liam to kill you."

"Okay, okay I won't say anything" he raised his arms in defence.

"Anything boring," he added in a whisper loud enough for you to hear.

You rolled your eyes at him, used to your boyfriend's antics. You slipped out of his arms, grabbing your books from your locker.

"Where are you going?"

"Econ."

"I still don't understand why you decided to carry it on for senior year."

"Because I'm an idiot."

"An adorable idiot."

"I think you're talking about yourself there babe."

A look of mock offence appeared on Stiles' face.

"Hey, I'm not an idiot. Adorable, yes. Idiot, no."

"Whatever you say Stilinski. I gotta go, see you at lunch okay?"

You pressed a chaste kiss on his lips, the pair of you smiling at each other, before you headed off down the corridor.

You soon heard footsteps behind you, and a hand grabbed your arm pulling you back.

"Stiles," you whined, "I'm gonna be late."

"I know, I know, Miss Punctual and all that. I just wanted to say that you should come over after school," he stepped toward you, lowering his voice as he spoke to you.

"Maybe we can continue what we started last night?" he said it as a question, however, you knew it was more of a promise than a suggestion.

You bit your bottom lip, smiling at the boy you loved.

"Okay."

His face lit up, as it so often did around you.

"Great, see you at lunch," he kissed you on the cheek for what seemed like the hundredth time in under twenty four hours, before running off.

Okay, so maybe Mondays weren't that bad.

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So this was just something I wrote on impulse, because that picture of Dylan as Mitch Rapp was glorious so I hope you guys liked it!

You can also find all these imagines on my tumblr @whatthehellisastilesimagine and I also have a Theo Raeken imagines blog called @traekenimagines

And yes I put Love Actually in there (my profile picture is Newtmas, it was to be expected)

Thanks for reads and such!

Love,
LJ xx