Stiles Stilinski Imagines

The Baby Project

Stiles glared at the plastic doll in front of him. He and Scott had taken the class to make up for the classes they'd skipped the term before. He was waiting for someone else to join the class otherwise he'd end up looking after it on his own, just when he was about to give up you skidded into the room, blushing and apologising to the teacher and glancing around for a seat.

"Please come on... sit next to me." Stiles mumbled to himself. "Hey (Y/N), over here!" He yelled.

You stopped walking towards one of the nearer boys who were hoping to grab you for their projects, turned and saw that it was Stiles who was yelling and waving his arms at you. He grinned when you sat at the desk next to him and the both of you turned your attention to your teacher who told you how to set the doll up and handed out thick booklets that the class had to fill out.

Stiles grabbed the doll once the class was over and hurried to catch up with you, telling Scott he'd talk to him at Lacrosse practise. He tried not to chuckle when he caught your arm to slow you down and you gave him a wide eyed look as if he made you jump.

"Um do you want a lift to mine, after school... well actually it'd be after my Lacrosse practise but um... it's just the quicker we get this thing set up the higher our grade is." He held out the doll which was dangling from one leg.

You took the doll from him and held it the right way up with a dubious look at Stiles who looked like he might begin vibrating on the spot if you didn't answer him. Swallowing your nerves, you took a deep breath and looked up at him.

"Your place as in your house?" You asked nervously.

"Yeah, I mean we could do the whole projects in my jeep... park out the front of school with a little camp cooker, wash up in one of the bathrooms and the boy's showers have excellent water pressure." He grinned when you giggled and looked down at your feet.

"Sure." You said handing the doll back to him.

"Cool if you wait for me I can... give you a lift." Stiles trailed off when he looked up from shoving the plastic baby into his backpack and saw you'd already hurried off.

You smiled to yourself as you walked home, this was pretty much the first time Stiles had ever spoken to you, despite being a little awkward and his flailing limbs reminded you of Bambi he was very sweet and cute. Not in the same way Scott McCall was cute but in his own adorable nerdy way.

"Hey (Y/N)!" Stiles yelled as he pulled up next to you. "You want to get in before it starts raining?"

"Thanks." You mumble as you hop up into his jeep, appreciating the hot air that was blasting through the car.

"So I have an ethical question for you... if you can reprogram something... should you do it?" Stiles asked after a few minutes of awkward silence.

"Did you mess with the baby!" You squeaked as you glanced at his bag in the rear view mirror.

"Not yet... I'm guessing that's a no." He grinned and shrugged it off before handing you a small black disk with 'Stiles is a giant cheater from Danny' written on the front.

"Maybe we should keep it... in case we drop it, or lose it." You mumbled eyeing Stiles who winked at you.

"Maybe you should hold onto it." He smiled when you took the disk, your fingertips touching and making him glance at you for a little too long.

You were lay on your front flipping through your instruction manual while Stiles fiddled with the doll, screw drive in his mouth while he twirled the other one in his fingers.

"Are you sure we needed to take this out?" you hummed as you held up what ever had plopped down onto the bed next to you.

"Yeah." He flipped over and handed you the doll as he slotted the plastic piece inside. "There you go one plastic baby."

"It's not doing anything... should we poke it?" You asked curiously making him snort out a laugh.

"It's ugly," Stiles hummed after some thought.

"You can't say that." You giggled.

"Come on it's not like it's real, besides bet your kids would be cute." Stiles mumbled, grinning when you ducked your head and blushed as he gently pushed back your hair. "Your eyes and lips... my nose."

You both froze at his words and stared at each other with wide eyes, his hand still in your hair. Neither of you moved until Stiles slowly lent forward, just as his lips brushed yours a crying noise alerted you both that Stiles had not only fixed the doll but set the nose setting to loud.