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Irritating {Stiles Stilinski Imagine}

Request; This wasn’t requested but I needed to get something out there right now! I’ll have requested imagines out soon! Also for those of you who have asked frequently about my masterlist, I’m working on cleaning it up so its not entirely sloppy! I’ll have it out soon!

A/N; Enjoy! I had fun writing it! It’s kind of short, but if you guys want a part 2, let me know! Also, I’m extremely sorry for not being on in like a billion years! But I’m back and I’m drowning in requests so I’ll have them out soon!

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He was so hyperactive it made you want to bang your head against that baby blue jeep of his. It was almost as if he could never sit still because every nerve in his body was constantly on overdrive. He was always moving. Whether it was pacing back and forth or just jiggling his leg up and down under his desk, it was never ending.

You always thought this kid had some form of ADD, but turns out he was just a full blown spaz. It’s not that you hated him, he just wasn’t exactly your favorite person in the world to be around. Constantly correcting you, insulting you, etcetera.

Bickering happened on daily. Everyone knew you two weren’t very fond of each other, and if avoiding him was possible, you’d never talk to him, but unfortunately that wasn’t an option.

“Have I ever told you how much I enjoy our little get togethers?” You could feel the sarcasm dripping from his words.

“You know Stiles, being stuck with you isn’t really considered the highlight of my night either.” You turned around to face him, your flashlight coming in contact with his eyes making him flail backwards. “God, your such a spaz.”

“And your such a-”

“I’m such a what?” You crossed your arms, letting one hip fall to the side.

“Nothing.” He quickly spat out.

“Why do we always get stuck together?!” You groaned out in annoyance, throwing your hands in the air.

“Because Scott knows how much I yearn to spend as much time with you as humanly possible.” You swore this kid was fluent in sarcasm.

“Can you please, shut the hell up.” You scrunched your forehead together in frustration.

“You asked a question!” You spun around, Stiles jumping back slightly, holding his hands out in front of him.

“It was a rhetorical question, dumbass!” He rolled his eyes at you, almost violently. “Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

“Then maybe next time when you ask a rhetorical question,” He hands came out of his pockets and started to thrash around in the air, “You should state,” You could tell by the tone of his voice that he gritted his teeth, “that its a rhetorical question!”

“Thinking before speaking is a helpful tool. It’s called having a filter, which you clearly do not possess.” You could see him squint his eyes at you as the moon illuminated his features.

You had to give it to him, he is good looking. The moles that are scattered along the sides of his face, down his neck, and disappearing underneath his shirt. The soft caramel colored eyes, tying in with the chocolate brown hair. Too bad all of that is erased as soon as he opens his mouth.

“Earth to y/n!” His voice shattered your thoughts, leaving them to lay across the ground. “Look, it’s not that we typically enjoy each other’s company,” he continued.

“Really? And captain obvious strikes again!” You scoffed again, only this time loud enough so he was able to feel just how annoyed you are with him.

“Can you just let me finish? Please? For the love of God,” He mumbled the last few words, “Okay, so it’s not like we enjoy the bonding time we are repeatedly given, but we might as well get used to each other seeing as we can’t avoid one another all that easily.”

“I’d rather drink my own urine.” You stated flatly. You swung back around to continue on the path you were making up as you went along.

“Oh c'mon, y/n! Am I really all that bad to be around?” You could hear his footsteps start up again as leaves and sticks crunched underneath his feet.

“Do you want me to be honest?” You yelled loud enough for him to hear.

“Yes.” His footsteps stopped again. You sighed loudly and turned back around to face him again.

“Yes. I’d rather light myself on fire then be with you.” The words came out more harsh than you expected them too.

“You can’t be serious.” He replied calmly. You shrugged your shoulders at him. “Can you just drop the whole ‘I’m so tough act’ for like three seconds? Why don’t you let anyone in?” You looked at him, confusion washing over your features.

“What does letting people in have to do with any of this?” He took a few steps closer, not really making any difference in the large gap between you two.

“I’m clearly not all that bad to be around or you would find ways to get put with someone else. Am I right?” He stepped closer with every word.

“No, I just, I–” He cut you off, stepping closer than what you were comfortable with.

“You know what I think? I think you like me.” Your eyebrows shot up at the words that came pouring out of his mouth.

“Alright, Stilinski. I think it’s time you better get off your high horse.” You felt small as he stepped closer, the once large gap between you two now coming into a few inches.

“No, because you know I’m right. Your just too scared to admit it to yourself.”

You tripped over every word that you could get out of your mouth. “N-no Stiles. I d-don’t. Okay?” Your bodies only a few centimeters apart.

“I’m gonna have to call bullshit on that one, y/n.”

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A/N; If you guys want a part 2 let me know!

Imagine : “We aren’t together anymore, remember ?” Part 2


Here you were. On a date with a guy you barely knew. And you wanted one thing, to go back home.

It wasn’t really the guy’s fault. Ben was really nice and he was cute, but you couldn’t manage to enjoy the night, even if you tried.

Because Stiles was still on your mind, just like the hundred questions you had on your relationship with him.

“Is everything alright ?” Ben asked, and you suddenly felt guilty because this guy was already nervous and while he was doing everything for this date to be great, you felt like you were doing exactly the opposite.

“I’m sorry… It’s just.. I have a lot on my mind. Things are complicated and I’m sorry that I’m not 100% here with you.”

“Stop apologizing.” He smiled. “It’s alright. We can do this another time if you want ?”

Your eyes grew wide. “Are you serious ? You’re not even mad ?”

“Listen (Y/N), I like you okay ? And I’d rather have a date with you when you’re good with it and most importantly, when you’re happy. So I’d feel better knowing you’re at home and having some rest that being here and feeling like shit.”

“You’re so amazing that I feel even more guilty. I’m really sorry. Maybe… I think it’s too soon.”

“To be honest I can’t blame you, I truly am amazing.” He joked and you laughed, which made him smile. “Want me to bring you back home ?”

“I would like to.” You didn’t feel like walking home alone or be alone at all, yet you also wanted to leave this place because being around a lot of people was too much. Ben’s presence was like a reminder that you wanted to move on but you didn’t manage to. You had all these feelings that were contradictory, you felt like you were losing your mind.


Finally arriving at your house, you thanked Ben before he left. You actually felt like you were sick, you view was blurry and you were feeling dizzy. So going home was actually a good idea right ?

Thought you weren’t expecting Stiles to be in front of your door.
You opened your mouth to ask him what was he doing here but he spoke before you.

“That was your date ? It’s pretty early to be back home already ?”

“I was not feeling well.” You said suddenly annoyed. “And it still the case so if you don’t mind, I would like to get some rest.”

“(Y/N)… I didn’t came here to bother you. All I want is a talk.”

“And you choose the day I have a date to have that talk ? Couldn’t you come tomorrow ?”

It was his time to open his mouth to speak, except nothing came out.

“You fucked up and the worst is that its touching me. The worst is that, not only I have to accept that the one I love cheated on me, but I also have to accept that it’s not my fault and that I’m good enough, but it’s just so hard… Do you know how it makes me feel to know that you weren’t happy with me so you went for another girl ? Do you know how insecure I am now because of you ? I feel like shit because of you !”

Your voice was trembling and you knew you were soon about to cry, and so was Stiles.

“I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted to cheat on you, in any way. That’s why you need to hear me out and to believe me. It’s gonna sound cliché but when you saw that girl kissing me, I was about to reject her.”

You said nothing. There was a time when you would trust Stiles for everything but now, you were sure of nothing. Because everything has changed.

“Please, tell me what you want me to do. Say that you believe me, because I swear it’s true. I would never cheat on you. I love you. You hear me (Y/N) ? I love you, so much, that I’m scared every single day that something happen to you and that I end up losing you.”

You heart was pounding, your head was actually hurting and the ground seemed to move under your feet. 

“(Y/N) ? Are you okay ?” Stiles’ voice seemed like a whisper to you when actually he was far from whispering.

Everything was moving to fast and before you could say anything, everything went black.

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EW has an exclusive first look at O’Brien in the first episode of season 6A in which many fans will take note of a hand brace. However,as the photo was taken before O’Brien left to work on the third Maze Runner film, Davis says it was a completely separate injury. “That is a Dylan O’Brien injury that was written into the show,” Davis says. “You’ll see what happens with that in the first episode.”