Teen Wolf Preferences & Imagines

Stiles Imagine for @Sammarain

Scott walked into your room, a sullen expression on his face. "Are you coming?"

You looked from the picture in your hands. It was of you Allison and Lydia. You were all grinning at the camera with happy smiles.

"I can't." You whispered. A tear fell hitting the picture. Allison was gone. Your best friend was gone. Today was her funeral.

"I know." Scott said before leaving. You sat there in your bedroom floor, still staring at the picture in your hands.

"Sam."

You looked up, Stiles stood in your door, his hands in his hoody. He walked over and sat down next to you.

"It hurts. Everything suck!!! Why can't we just have a break!!! What did we do to deserve any of this?" You broke. You threw the picture against the wall, breathing heavily.

"I just want the pain to go away." You cried.

"Me too." Stiles hoarsed.

You looked at him, before smashing your lips on his. You crawled, straddling his lap on your bedroom floor.

He kissed back with passion, pain and want. "Maybe we could help each oth forget? Just for a little while." He whispered before pulling your shirt off. You knew what he meant. Maybe the ecstasy could help numb the pain.

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