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Lab Partners - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Prompt by @takemybreath-breath - Hello, I was wondering if I could ask you an imagine of StilesxReader kind of based on the song “Like That” from Jack and Jack? or where she’s like the really freak girl in school but with Stiles she is kind of sweet and likes to “tease” - as in annoy - him often? xoxo thanks in advance!

Word Count: 1,685

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: A sex joke

Author’s Note: Okay, I contacted takemybreath-breath about some questions she had about her request but she didn’t respond back. I didn’t pick the song for the imagine because I couldn’t picture Stiles to fit with the son. Instead, I went for the second opinion. However, I didn’t know what you meant by “really freak girl”, so I just went ahead and come up with something on my own. I hope you don’t mind and like with what I came up with. 

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Part 2

Labels. When you’re in high school, you’re going to get labeled. It’s unavoidable. Your classmates will judge you by your personality, the clothes you wear, and what you do. Beacon Hills are filled with jocks, cheerleaders, band geeks, nerds, posers, preps, wanna be preps, and ghetto kids. I’m proud my peers have never labeled me as any of those because I’d be offended.

The kids around my school often label me as an emo kid sometimes a punk, a Goth, a freak, or even a stoner, but I’m none of those things. Yet, they label me as those because of my black clothes, the heavy eyeliner, and my black combat boots that I wear every single day. Sure the kids gawk at me or whisper behind my back, but as long as they don’t cause any problems, I don’t care what they say or think about me.

Walking into Mr. Harris’ chemistry class, I made way to my station in the lab area. I noticed my partner wasn’t here yet. He’s probably rambling about some nonsense with his best friend, following the most popular girl in school like a little lost puppy, or tripping over his own feet. Maybe even all three. Sometimes it’s hard to label my lab partner. He played lacrosse but he wasn’t the best on the team, which really didn’t count him as a jock. Plus, he wasn’t full of himself like most of the jocks in my school. He didn’t really fit in a label group, either did his friends, but his group of friends certainly a label of their own.

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