IN WHICH a book where drabbles, one shots and imagines are written for male and female characters and celebrities with a male reader.
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male reader | multifandom imagines | book one | completed | edited
Book: Male Reader Imagines, Multifandom Chapter 128: Never Love Me, Teen Wolf Word Count: 1334
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The thing was, [name] always knew where he stood when it came to his friendship with Stiles. He would always come second to Scott, he would never be the first one Stiles called for anything.
Why was he okay with staying with a friend who didn't love him back? Because he was in love with Stiles, and that just caused a whole bucket load of other problems. He was hardly Stiles friend, how could he think he could be anything more than that?
With these thought circulating around his head, it was easy to see why he was so surprised to be getting a text message of the Stilinski boy, asking if he wanted to come over.
With excited eyes, he quickly replied with a yes and rushed over there. When he got to the house, he sat in his car for a couple minutes, just looking up at the house he was supposed to be going into. He didn't want to seem too enthusiastic so it was best if he waited in the car for a few minutes to calm his nerves.
His phone rang by his side and he jumped at the sudden noise. He picked it up and saw it was Stiles calling. He took a deep, calming breath and answered, holding it up to his ear. "Hey."
"Hey... are you going to sit in your car all night or come in?" Stiles asked. [name] propped his mouth open in surprise and looked out his car window to see Stiles at the entrance of his house.
"Oh! Yeah. I-I was just... getting ready." He muttered weakly. "I'm getting out now." He hung up the phone and groaned. Good job, you look like a weirdo now. He got out of the car and walked up to where Stiles was waiting with a smile on his face. "Sorry."
"It's fine. I was going to wait but the pizza was going to go cold." He responded. "My dads not home so you don't have to worry about being to loud or anything."
"Oh?" So I'm going to be alone in this house with Stiles? All the possibilities of things they could do ran through his mind and he blushed. Head out of the gutter! He was probably just lonely and Scott was busy.
They made it to his room. The pizza was set out of the bed along with two plates. Candles were on each side of Stiles bed and the room was dimly lit. The more [name] looked, the more it seemed like the scene out of a romantic movie. This scenery made it a lot easier to imagine they were on a date.
Stiles cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "Do you like it?"
"Yeah. It looks good." Why would Stiles care how I felt about this? Did he do all this just for me? Why? This was just a friendly visit. Not a date. "Is anyone else coming? Or is it just me?"
