Teen Wolf Imagines

On an evening in Roma

Summary: Stiles and y/n promised each other they'd have adventures together while in Rome for their post-graduation trip, but what happens when a cute Italian boy enters the picture ?

"Alright delinquents, check your bags so we can be on our way to the land of pizza and pasta.”

“I can’t even begin to express how incredibly reductive that is of Italian culture,” I said as I laughed lightly and watched the chaos unfolding at the airport. “How did we get stuck with Coach taking us on our post-graduation trip to Rome?” Next to me, one of my best friends Scott shrugged. “Beats me. I was hoping for someone chill, like Mr. Yukimura or something.”

As we stood watching our crazy chaperone bustling about, a brown-haired boy ran through the airport doors up to us, lugging a massive suitcase and duffel bag with his pillow tucked under his arm.

“Woah, Stilinski. You know we’re only going for two weeks, right?” I asked my other best friend, Stiles.

Out of breath, he laughed humorlessly. “Haha, very funny. Sue me for wanting to be prepared for all possible circumstances.”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s Rome, not the middle of nowhere. I’m sure you can find anything you need there if you forget something.”

It was Stiles’ turn to roll his eyes. “Well, y/n–”

“Can we just check in?” Scott asked, tired of our meaningless bickering already. “I wouldn’t put it past Coach to leave people behind.”

Stiles and I nodded before following our friend to the check-in kiosks.

Luckily, Coach did not leave us behind. In fact, his bickering with Greenberg gave everyone plenty of time to check in, go through security, and board the plane. I found myself sitting next to Stiles after Scott begged him to switch assigned seats so that he could sit next to his crush, Allison.

At the start of the flight, Stiles and I chatted and hung out like we normally did. But a few hours (and Star Wars movies) into the nearly 13.5 hour flight, I started to doze off.

I don’t know how it happened, but when I woke up a few hours later, my head was on Stiles’ shoulder, and his head was resting against the top of mine. My movement must have woken him up, so he lifted his head too.

“Sorry,” I mumbled as we smiled sheepishly at each other.

“It’s fine,” he said, scratching the back of his head slightly with his hand. “Actually, your head was a really nice pillow.”

“Didn’t you bring your own pillow?” I asked, eyeing the pillow in his lap.

“Well, yeah, but your hair is soft,” he admitted. “And it smells good.”

I chuckled, ignoring the weird feeling in my chest at his statement. “Ok, creep.” My eyes drifted over to the seats in the row ahead of us and across the aisle. Scott and Allison were sleeping in the same position that Stiles and I had just been in. I nudged Stiles with my elbow, pointing at the two.

“I bet they get together by the end of the trip.”

I shook my head slightly. “I bet they get together by the end of the first week.”