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The FBI Trainee, The Banshee, And The Pole Dancer.

Fic Request: Lydia is getting hit on by a bunch of boy and gets annoyed Stiles becomes protective (established relationship)

Rating: T

Genre: Romance, Established Relationship

Author: bladesandrunes

A/N: Okay, I know this is probably different from what you were expecting, but I wanted it to be different from the typical overprotective boy defends his girl at a bar and she falls even more for him, so I went for a different and more realistic (and ideal?) kind of protective Stiles. I hope you enjoy it.

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Stiles Imagine #7

Requested: yes

Plot: (Y/N) and the pack play fuck, marry, kill (plus some romance between reader and Stiles)

A/N: So I’ve never actually played this but I get the gist of it so please bear with me. Anyways, enjoy! Also!!! There was no relationship here mentioned and I got carried away just trying to make it neutral so I guess it’s kinda Stiles x reader.

“I’m bored!” Stiles groaned, his head hanging off the couch and his legs in the air.

“Me too!” You whined, copying Stiles’ position.

“Whatever Thing 1 does, Thing 2 has to do too.” Derek chuckled, rolling his eyes.

“Well duh, we’re best friends!” You and Stiles said in unison.

“Truth or dare?” Liam suggested.

“What are we in the 4th grade?” Stiles scoffed.

“Why not play FMK?” Lydia

“FMK? Free my kid.” You mumbled absentmindedly.

“No! Fuck, marry, kill! We can start off with celebrities.” Lydia exclaimed.

“And when we run out of hot ones?” Allison asked.

“We have decent boys right here!” Lydia laughed.

“Decent?! I’m at least a 9 out of 10.” Stiles muttered.

“I’m a 20 out of 10.” You told him.

“I’m a 50 out of 10.” He replied.

“Oh yeah, well I’m a bajillion out of-” you started before Scott clamped his hand over your mouth.

“Ok kids, that’s enough.” Scott laughed.

“Ok so I’ll start, Chris Evans, Chris Hemsworth, and Chris Pine.” Lydia said.

“Why not Chris Pratt?” Allison asked.

“There’s only 3 options, maybe next round.” Lydia replied.

“Do the dirty with Evans, marry Hemsworth and kill Pines.” You answered.

“Swap Hemsworth and Evans and I’m good.” Allison nodded.

You sat up, pulling a pillow to your chest- now much more into the game.

“I would marry Pines, do Hemsworth and kill Evans.” Lydia sighed.

“Uh oh. Ok so I’ll kill all of them, the comics are better than their crappy remakes.” Stiles dismissed.

“Ok Scarlett Johansson, Blake Lively and Beyoncé.” Liam listed off.

“Kill Beyoncé, do Blake, and marry Scarlett.” Scott replied.

“Wait, kill Beyoncé?!” You and Lydia screeched.

“I’m convinced she’s illuminati.” Scott shrugged.

After 30 minutes of celebrity FMK, ranging from Marvel to DC, from celebrities your age to celebrities deemed sugar mamas and daddies, you all began getting bored and listed off friends or even enemies.

“Theo, Peter, and Jackson.” Derek suddenly chimed in.

“Kill Theo, do Peter, and I guess Marry Jackson.” You answered.

“Marry Jackson? Do Peter?” Stiles inquired.

“Jackson would be out all the time, he’s good in bed, he’s loaded, I agree.” Lydia thought out loud.

“See.” You said, poking Stiles in the ribs.

“Well then why Peter?” Stiles whined.

“Why do you care? It’s a game.” You replied.

A knowing smiled took over the rest of the pack’s faces. They knew about the small crushes Stiles and yourself had harbored for one another.

“Because I just do, Peter and Theo are psycho murderers and Jackson is just straight up rude.” Stiles pouted.

“Nobody had a problem when I picked marry Tom Hiddleston and do Michael Fassenbender.” You sighed, rolling your eyes.

“Well they’re celebrities, you’d never stand a chance! And they never killed anybody!” Stiles exclaimed.

“You wouldn’t stand a chance either!” You yelled back.

“Not that I would try! I like you!” Stiles blurted out.

“Not even for Christian Bale as Batman to marry?” You asked, your voice soft and quiet now.

“Well maybe him, but that’s fake and you’re real.” Stiles smiled.

“Awwww!” Lydia and Allison screeched.

“Way to ruin the moment.” Derek huffed, standing and leaving the room.

“So will you go out with me? Like on a date? Pizza maybe?” Stiles asked.

“It would be my pleasure.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to his flushed cheek.