Once again don't see much imagines of these two sexy ass men, but then again surprised there's not many. Anyways! These are imagines of TBS and his characters and DOB and his characters. But instead I'm letting a spin wheel decide which characters a...
Actor: Dylan O'Brien Character: Stiles Gender of Reader: Female Type of love: Angst
Ships:
Stiles x Reader, Stiles x Lydia, Void Stiles x Reader
(Reader as Hope Mikaelson!)
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Y/n's POV:
I never thought this would happen, my best friend aka my boyfriend, always thinking if he cheated on me. We always have something we overthink about. Girlfriends or even boyfriends, worried that there partner would cheat on them; a best friend, even a compete stranger.
Just like Stiles did on Lydia, he always had a huge crush on Lydia, leaving me to think if he'll leave me for Lydia someday. Thinking that I was only a game for Stiles, a game where he would use girls just so he can get Lydia's attention.
I am one of his best friend's, I was the one who loved him back then and today but it was always Lydia Martin. Ever since Lydia showed signs of being a banshee, Stiles was all over her. I was there for him when Lydia wasn't.
We got together once the Nogitsune disappeared, I always thought he never died. Expect nowadays Stiles has been ignoring me for either Lydia or Malia. Even Scott knew about this; here I thought Scott was the dumbest in friend in my opinion, in a good way.
Many of my friends told me Stiles was cheating on me, I couldn't help but use my powers to spy on Stiles. I did, seeing him making out with Lydia. She told him that it was wrong for him to do this, only listening to what his heart said; by fucking Lydia.
Which now leads today, confronting Stiles about his fun time with Lydia. Once I arrived, stepping out of my car to the front door, his dad's car wasn't here.
I knocked on his door, my breathing getting angrier and angrier time went on. Sounds coming from inside the house, which was footsteps; different people.
