Late Night Drives - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

A/N – This is my 3rd imagine and I am so happy that you guys are liking them. Please feel free to request any ones in particular that you want, my inbox is always open :)

Plot – You can’t sleep at night, so you rely on your trusty boyfriend to help distract you.

Word count: 1243

Originally posted by lovablecouples

Tossing and turning in the dark, you caught a glimpse at the clock on your bedside table. 1:47am. Once again, you couldn’t sleep. You had tried everything the doctor had aid to do: counting sheep, having a hot drink and deep breathing, but nothing was working. Nothing at all. All you wanted to do was have 10 minutes of peace and quiet, but no, someone out there had it in for you and made you the person with insomnia in your family. You turned over again, being to get angry with your own mind that wouldn’t shut off. It was racing with all the thoughts and worries that were going through your brain, and you couldn’t turn it off.

Giving up, you finally turned on the bedroom light and fumbled around for your phone. The brightness nearly blinded you and you felt yourself blinking until your eyes adjusted. Scrolling through your contacts, you found the one you were looking for under ‘S’. Dialling the number, you tried to be as quiet as you possibly could. You had no doubt that he would pick up. For anyone else, he would probably ignore it, but for you, he would answer the phone immediately.

It took 3 rings.

“Stiles?” You whispered down the line.

“Whatimeisit?” He mumbled back, his words becoming jumbled.

“Nearly two, are you awake?” You replied.

“No, I’m just an automated message that is talking to you,” he replied sarcastically.

“Yep, you’re awake. Can we go somewhere?”

“Y/N it’s two in the morning and we have a biology test tomorrow, can it wait?”

You felt deflated, it’s not like you expect him to get up in the middle of the night for you and take you somewhere, but right now he didn’t even want to be awake.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll talk to you tomorrow Stiles,” you gave up, sighing.

You heard a groan on the end of the phone and a long groan of frustration.

“Fine,” he dragged out, “I’ll be at yours in five minutes.”

You smiled to yourself, “Thank you Stiles.”

And with that, you hung up. Deep down, you knew Stiles would come to your aid. He always did, and you loved him more and more each time for it. Stiles would act annoyed and pissed off, but truly, he couldn’t be happier that it was him you decided to call on help for. It made him feel special.

Climbing out of the warm, comfy duvet, you pushed your hair back out of your eyes. Brushing it out quickly with your fingers and pulling on the nearest jumper by your bed, you started to move towards the window. If you had gone downstairs, your parents would hear immediately and banish you from ever sneaking out again. They would keep you locked away in your room, and then there would never be any possibility of having fun again. So, the window it is.

Prying it open silently, you felt the gush of the cool night air on your face. It was refreshing enough to make you open your eyes wider and hear a low rumble of an engine nearby. It grew closer, and soon enough, the blue jeep was in its usual parking spot opposite your house. You gave yourself a very small smile and your heart leapt wildly. The porch was in front of you, and with ease, you took a large step and landed silently. Next, was to hang your feet, and jump. You had done it countless times before, but never at night. It gave you a sudden rush of adrenaline. You let go, and fell effortlessly.

Running across the road without looking and getting into the jeep, you pulled Stiles into a kiss before he even manged to say a word. It was soft and sweet and full of compassion, but it was also meaningful and daring and made your mind and body melt into his hands which cupped your cold face. Your hands tangled themselves into his hair, as if trying to pull him closer than he already was. But it was impossible. When you two were together, you were like a puzzle; you both fitted next to each other perfectly.

Eventually he pulled away and stared into your eyes, which looked straight back at his. You were trying to say what was going on with you just by looking, and Stiles understood. Silently, you fell back in your seat and Stiles started to drive. The radio played soft music by the 1975 and you hummed along wistfully, watching the surroundings change outside of your safe little car. Your safe little car where nothing could harm you, nothing could go wrong and nothing could change how you feel about a brown-haired boy sat right next to you.
Stiles kept on driving for another five minutes, all the while neither of you spoke a word. It was peaceful, you didn’t need to say anything and neither did he. You both knew how you felt about each other.

Eventually, the jeep stopped and you looked to see where you had been taken. Beacon Hills Viewpoint. You smiled to yourself.

You started to tell Stiles, “This is the place-“

“-we had our first kiss? Yeah, I know. I remember.” He finished, taking your hand and holding it in his own tightly.

You moved closer to him and leant your head on his shoulder, and you felt his arm go around your shoulders. Stiles brought you closer to his body, and you could feel the warmth radiating off him from under his plaid pyjamas.

Stiles took a deep breath, as if he was preparing himself for something big.

“Y/N, let me tell you something,” he began, his eyes looking out to overlook the whole of Beacon Hills. “When I was seven years old and everything in my life wasn’t making any sense. When everything looked like it was going to turn horrible and I wanted to scream so loud my lungs would burst, I thought life was another version of hell. If some guardian angel told me there and then that in ten years’ time, I would be sitting at Beacon Hills Viewpoint with the girl of my dreams right next to me and we would be taking light night drives together just because we were happy to be with one another, I would have punched them.”

You laughed softly. Stiles hand gripped yours tighter.

“But the truth is Y/N,” he carried on, “I couldn’t be happier to be sat with you right now. I know sometimes you feel like I choose other things over you, or you feel broken and I can’t mend you, and for that I’m so sorry. You deserve so much more than me, and because I’m here with you I will always be thankful. I think I’m falling really really deep in love with you Y/N.” He finished casually, as if he had rehearsed it all his life.

You were speechless. Dumbfounded. Stiles had finally admitted how he truly felt towards you, and you couldn’t be happier.

You pulled out of Stiles arms and looked at him straight into his beautiful eyes.

“I think I’m falling really really deep in love with you too Stiles,” you told him honestly.

And once again, your lips met. And in that exact moment, you knew that true love is real, and you had it.

Even if it was with a brown-eyed, brown-haired, rusty-jeep-driving, sarcastic boy named Stiles Stilinski.


Imagine: Finding Out You’re Pregnant, So You Try To Leave Beacon Hills.

Peter Hale x Reader

“No, no, no. This can’t be happening,” you muttered to yourself, pacing back and forth in the hospital room, waiting for the doctor to get back with a prescription of prenatal vitamins. Your hands shook as you tried to calm yourself down, running your fingers weakly through your hair. You sat on the examination bed, rocking back and forth with your balled fist to your temples, forcing your breathing to calm down.

“I can do this. I can do this,” you said, taking a deep breath. You head snapped up as the door opened, revealing the nice female doctor, a paper bag in her hands, along with a note.

“So, I want you to take one of these a day, okay? Make sure you eat a good diet, no alcohol, etc.” the doctor said with a smile, handing you the paper bag, along with the prescription for a few refills. You thanked her quietly, before leaving the room. After walking down many confusing halls, and exiting the building, you walked to your SUV. Getting in the driver’s seat, you felt tears stream down your face, dripping off your chin. You balled your fist, pounding the steering wheel a few times, before letting out a loud sob.

“What am I going to do?” You thought, staring out the window at the concrete side of the doctors office. “How do I even know if it’s Peter’s? Would he even want me after this?”

Another loud sob left you, your hands raising to cover you face. Forcing yourself to calm down once again, you wiped your tears, before turning on the car. You shook out your hands, before beginning to drive back to your house.

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anonymous asked:

Ugh, that gifset gave me so many TSC!Peter feels. Your series is the reason I became a fan of him.

As we all know, I have an intense love for morally dubious, complex, shades-of-gray Peter who loves his family more than anything else and doesn’t give a fuck about anyone else unless it benefits him.

That’s totally the Peter we’re gonna be seeing in my upcoming Steter fic. =D

He taught me to embrace my differences and the things that make me special.

She taught me to never hide who you really are. 

He taught me you don’t have to be powerful to be strong and brave and that guilt doesn’t make you weak. 

She taught me it’s okay to fall in love even if people say otherwise but that you don’t need a relationship to be badass. 

He taught me you should always get to know people before judging them. 

He taught me popularity isn’t everything and you don’t get anything good from greed.

She taught me everyone has a dark side but you can defeat it if your heart is good.

She taught me its not bad to be honest and straight forward as long as you’re loving, caring and loyal.

He taught me anger doesn’t have to control you.

They taught me you should give people a second chance. 

They taught me you shouldn’t succumb to stereotypes. 

He taught me power doesn’t get you everything. 

He taught me your past doesn’t control your future. 

She taught me you can be independent at any age.

She taught me be confident.

He taught me more people may care about you than you think. 

He taught me good never comes from evil. 

She taught me revenge is never the best option.

He taught me people can change.

He taught me what you are doesn’t decide who you are.

He taught me you don’t have to have a child to be a dad. 

She taught me your family isn’t necessarily your blood. 

He taught me that even the most law abiding people have to break the rules sometimes. 

They taught me friendship is the best, most powerful weapon.

And people still tell me I should watch something more educational.