"I told you it was a stupid idea," you tried not to laugh as you looked at the soaking wet Stiles before you, his t-shirt clinging to his stomach, water from his hair running down the sides of his face, "I mean, Scott's obviously going to beat you in a water balloon fight, you know, werewolf powers and all that."
"Wow, thanks for your support, babe," sarcasm dripped from Stiles' words as he grabbed a towel, before engaging in a poor attempt at drying himself off.
"Here, give me that," you took the towel from him, ruffling his hair with it, "And besides, I'm always supportive, thank you very much."
"I know, I know. What are you even doing?", you were trying to style his hair now, strands pointing every which way.
"Making you look cute."
"Oh, so I don't look cute right now? I thought I always looked cute."
You kissed him on the cheek, a smile that reached his eyes emerging on his face. Those honey-brown eyes reached yours then, and your own mouth stretched into a grin.
"Of course you do."
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Stiles Stilinski Imagines {ON HOLD}
FanfictionBasically what the title says: imagines about the hyperactive spaz (in the words of Derek Hale). Will take requests if they are indeed requested. Everything belongs to Teen Wolf.
