Teen Wolf Preferences & Imagines

Cupboard- Stiles Imagine for @starryeyedturtle

"Come on, keep running! Don't slow down!" Stiles shouts to you frantically, beads of sweat dripping down his face as he turns another corner, sprinting down the hallway of never ending numbered doors.

Your heart beats wildly in your chest as you force your body to keep going, pushing the increasing sharp pain in your hip to the back of your mind.
"Stiles," you pant, slowing down.
"I can't."

Your legs quiver against your will and you fall to the floor, gasping for breath.
"Don't do this right now. They are right behind us. Get up!" He urges, tugging on my arm forcefully.
"Just run! Leave me," you whisper, tears trickling down your cheeks as you imagine your fate with the dread doctors.

Stiles turns on his heel, but then quickly turns back.
"No."
He lifts you up in his strong arms, ignoring his sore legs and the exhaustion in his body.
You weakly wrap your arms around his neck as he starts to run.

Your blue eyes scan your surroundings as Stiles slows to a halt.
There are two hallways. One leads to a kitchen, the other is littered with pale white doors leading to the rooms of the mental patients.
His eyes dart from hallway to hallway, trying to decide.
He looks down at you, and your panicked eyes lock for a quick second.
He knows you can't possibly run anymore.

"Come on," he whispers, letting you out of his arms carefully as he grabs your hand, jogging down the short hallway that leads to the kitchen.

What happened to the arrogant Stiles that you knew just an hour ago?
Where's the boy who always picked fights and insulted you with his sarcastic comments?

"Get in there," he hastily whispers, tugging at your hand before pulling open a cupboard door on the ground and rushing you inside.
You get down on all fours and squeeze inside, Stiles right behind you.

Your breath is shaky as you drop Stiles' hand.
He sits behind you, his chest heaving up and down as he tries to catch his breath.
Your back is squeezed against his chest in the small cupboard, and you can feel his heartbeat drumming inside of his chest.

"Stiles?" You ask, your voice breaking as your eyes start to sting from holding back the tears.
"Now what?"
He doesn't reply.
Instead, he carefully brushes a strand of your long light brown hair from your neck.
Your heart skips a beat as you feel warm lips come into contact with your neck. He kisses it softly, trying to tell you everything he has held back.

He's always liked you, since the day he met you. But he could never tell you, especially since you were with Scott.
(I like plot twists, I don't know about you. I can remove it if you want me to❤️)

You turn around to face him as best you can in the tight cupboard.
"Why did you do that?" You ask, willing your eyes to adjust to the light so that you can see his face.
But it's pitch black.

"I- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Oh my god, please don't tell Sc-" he begs, but suddenly stops.
"What was that?" He asks, the fear in his voice crystal clear.
You furrow your thick eyebrows, listening.
After a moment, you still don't hear anything.

"What was wh-", you hear the sound of heavy footsteps nearing you.
"Oh my god." Stiles mumbles, his throat starting to tighten.
"Come on man. Not now Stiles." he pleads, willing himself not to have a panic attack.
"I'm too young to die," he whispers, tears streaming down his face.
"I can't-" he starts, but warm lips pressed onto his stop him mid-sentence.

His heartbeat pounds even faster, but it distracts him from the Dread Doctors.
Your soft lips merged with his distract him from the fact that he is trapped in Eichen house, surrounded by insane people and doctors.
His arms wrap around you, pulling you as close as possible.

"They're not here. Keep looking." A booming voice instructs from the kitchen.

Then, the silence.

You disconnect your lips from Stiles', all feelings of guilt for cheating on Scott with his best friend washed away by the memory of that kiss.

"We're safe?" You ask, shrieking a little.
"Shh. They might still be close," he whispers, the grin spread across his face evident in his voice.
You wait for what feels like forever before finally opening the cupboard door. Your legs are stiff, but the feeling of safety envelopes you like a warm blanket.

"So..." Stiles starts, rubbing the back of his neck as he avoids making eye contact with you.
"We should do this again sometime. Well, not this. But you and me. Me and you. Together. Doing things. Fun things. Safe things." He chuckles a little, nervously shifting from one foot to the other.
"I'd love to hang out with you again, Stiles," You reply, smiling as you tuck a piece of hair from behind your ear.
"How do you feel about a Star Wars Marathon?" You ask, entwining his fingers with yours as you make your way to the main entrance, stopping at every corner to make sure the Dread Doctors aren't there waiting to pounce.

You don't know how you're going to tell Scott.
All you know is that you like Stiles.
You never hated him.
You told yourself that because truly, you loved him.

I hope you liked this starryeyedturtle , I tried my best ❤️