Part 2 of the previous imagine, a few of you requested this and seemed excited about it! Warning: Suicidal References, etc.
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When you arrived at Motel California all of your friends including yourself were immediately creeped out by it and how it seemed to be lacking any other guests apart from the lacrosse team and the girls.
Stiles immediately found your hand and held it tightly, "come on, lets go get our room." He whispered softly, pulling you away from the others.
"This place gives me the creeps, Stiles... I don't like it." You admitted after you'd gotten the key to your room.
"Me neither... but it's only for one night, and besides, I'll protect you." He said, but it wasn't that convincing since he kept looking around suspiciously.
"I think I'll be the one protecting you, Stiles." You laughed, flashing him your glowing blue eyes.
"Alright! Alright, you can protect me all you want." He grinned.
You reached your room and unlocked it, Stiles whistled when he saw that it was actually a pretty nice room... and there was only one double bed in the middle.
Stiles was more than okay with this but he checked with you anyway, "are you okay with this? If not I can totally go and change our room... or sleep on the sofa." He crossed his fingers behind his back hoping you'd say no, there was no way he was going to sleep on the sofa.
"Of course I'm fine with it, Stiles. You're my boyfriend, silly, I wouldn't let you sleep on the couch." You laughed at the relief that flooded his face.
"Thank god." He chuckled softly, stepping towards you and wrapping his arms around you, glancing down at you and smiling.
"What?" You asked innocently, raising your eyebrows.
"Nothing... I was just thinking about all the fun we can have tonight." He wiggled his eyebrows which made you laugh.
"Sure, Stiles," You smirked, "I'm gonna get ready for bed, it's pretty late."
"Okay." He winked at you as you turned to head for the bathroom, he knew there was no way you were sleeping tonight.
A few moments later Stiles heard a crash outside and ran to investigate, leaving you alone in the bathroom. When you had changed into your shorts and one of his long t-shirts you wondered back into the bedroom, "Stiles?" You asked as you looked around, then you noticed the door to your room was open.
