When... (Dylan O'Brien Character Imagines)

stiles when...

He crashes your birthday party

"Thank you so much for coming!" You said to another guest at your front door. You thanked them for the birthday present you placed on the table and shut the door behind them.

It was your birthday and you wanted to make it the most special day ever. And your best friend Lydia decided the best way to do that would be to host a birthday party and inviting the whole school. Including your ex-boyfriend, Stiles.

You grabbed a drink from the kitchen and said hi to a few friends before the doorbell rang.

You waltzed towards the front door, ready to greet another guest before a hand grabbed yours and pulled you into the dark bathroom.

You yelped trying to find the light switch to see who pulled you in, but the stranger's soft lips collided with yours.

Your half-drunk self pulled the stranger deeper into the kiss and soon it grew more and more passionate. Suddenly regaining some soberness, you broke away and flipped on the light to reveal Stiles.

"Stiles? What the hell are you doing?" You said backing away from the boy. "I had to see you again," He said putting his hand out towards you.

"Yeah, well you should've thought of that before you broke up with me," You said trying to move past him out of the bathroom but he blocked the door.

"Move, Stiles," You demanded, trying to move past him again. "Yeah, well you should've thought of that before you started making out with me," He laughed.

"You can't do this! You can't show up to my birthday party with those baby brown eyes and gorgeous smile and funny laugh and waltz in here and pull me in a bathroom and start making out with me after we broke up!" You huffed in annoyance. You both stared at each other in silence, breathing heavily.

"Fuck it," You said and smashed your lips against is, not having a care in the world.