Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Un-Quarantined

We've been quarantined for... I don't even know how long anymore. Three months?

My mom refused to let me see my boyfriend, Stiles, which I understand. She is a nurse after all, and I can't even see her sometimes, especially with the virus.

Scott is pretty bummed too, he can't see his friends. I'm just glad I'm not alone in this house, I probably would've gone insane. They would've had to take me to Eichen.

Anyway, Mom finally gave me an 'okay' to go see Stiles so of course I'm going to surprise him. Sorry, Scott. You may be his best friend, but he loves me more.

Well, I'd hope so.

•••

I anxiously walk up the the Stilinski door. I knock and wait a couple seconds. I hear it unlock and open, my eyes meeting a pair of blue ones.

"Y/n!" Mr. Stilinski goes in for a hug but stops himself. "COVID." He shakes his head.

"I mean, I'd be fine with a hug." I shrug and I'm pulled into an embrace. I giggle.

Mr. Stilinski pulls away, grinning. "Sorry, it's just so nice to see you. Stiles has been a mess without you." I smile and shake my head.

"Dad? Did you say y/n?" A certain voice says from the stairs.

My heart pounds and my smile widens.

Mr. Stilinski steps to the side, giving me a full view of my boyfriend.

"Oh my...." Stiles stares me down and then rubs his eyes. "I'm hallucinating."

"My mom let me out." I say.

Suddenly, Stiles comes racing at me.

Before I can even react, he wraps his arms around my torso, lifting me up. He spins me around and I can't help but laugh.

He sets me down, placing his hands on my face.

"This is a lot of physical contact. Aren't we supposed to stay six feet apart?" I joke.

"I don't care." He says quietly. He gives me a quick kiss and pulls me into a crushing hug. "I missed you so much. FaceTiming isn't the same."

"I missed you too." I whisper.

Stiles lets go of me and gasps. "You know what we haven't done in a while?" I shrug. Oh "Had a movie marathon."

I gasp, mocking him and he gently shoves me. "True."

"Are you busy? Can we?" He pouts.

I grab his hand and lead him to the living room. "Duh." I hear him squeal with excitement.

I spot Mr. Stilinski heading up the stairs. "Are you not going to watch movies with us?" I ask.

He stops and looks down at me. "Can I? Stiles barely watched anything with me this whole time."

"Hey!" Stiles says, offended. "We watched all of Star Wars, like, three times."

I laugh at their banter and take a seat on the couch, grabbing the closest blanket and covering my legs.

"Guess I'm getting the popcorn." Stiles mutters.

"Guess that means I'm picking the movie!" Mr. Stilinski chants.

I continue laughing and they continue their bantering.

This is the best time I've had in a while, I've missed this.