hey could you please do something with stiles stilinski, like his jeep breaks down and the reader comes to help or is new in town and comes across him swearing at the smoking vehicle and offers him a lift to the nearest garage??
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“God… damnit!”
Pausing, you glanced in the direction of the voice out of the corner of your eye, instinctively gripping onto your bag tighter. You instantly relaxed when you saw it was just a boy, around your age, leaning over the front of his jeep. You couldn’t tell exactly, given how dark it was, but you’re pretty sure that he goes to your school, Beacon Hills, and is in your english class.
Biting your lip, you glanced back in the direction you needed to go. It was already quite late, and you’d stayed out trying to catch up later than you’d meant to. But, it was clear this boy was having troubles and you couldn’t just leave him out here to fend for himself. Plus, you were trying to make some friends…
Making your decision, you spun, turning in the direction of the boy and quickly making your way over. He hadn’t noticed your presence yet, since he was too focused on trying to get his car to work, whatever the issue was. So, brushing back a strand of lose hair, you awkwardly called out; “hey…”
The boy snapped up, turning around with a wrench in his hands as if you were some danger. He calmed though the moment he realized it was just you, who in return was staring up at him with wide eyes. The boy paused when he met your gaze, as if stuck in a trance, before you blinked, letting your eyes fall on the wrench. He then realized he was still holding it before him threateningly and coughed, dropping his hand. “Sorry,” he mumbled, “just… got scared there for a moment.”
You nodded, smiling awkwardly. You were starting to regret the decision to walk over since you had absolutely no idea what to say, you didn’t know how to fix a car and now that you were closer and could see the boy (which yes, he was from your english class) you realized he was actually quite cute. Like extremely cute.
“I heard you cursing…” You begun tentatively, “came over to see if you needed any help?”
The boy looked surprised; “you know how to fix a jeep?”
“Well… no,” you chuckled nervously. “I don’t know… it felt wrong to leave you out here. I can give you a drive though?”
The boy shook his head, setting down the wrench. “I couldn’t ask you to do that.”
“It’s fine really,” you shrugged, smiling up at him. “Uh… i’m Y/N, by the way.”
“Stiles,” he held out his hand, and you reached out, shaking it. “You’re the new girl, right?”
You flushed lightly, glancing down at your feet briefly. “That’s me.”
“Well, Y/N, I appreciate the offer but I should be good. This things always breaking down.”
“Why don’t you get a new car?” You questioned curiously, raising a brow.
“Don’t have the money,” he explained. “And this things like my baby. I’d never abandon it.”
You laughed at that, your eyes crinkling with delight. Stiles’s eyes fell on you in that moment, finding himself mesmerized by the sound of your laughter. His own lips curled up slightly, a chuckle leaving his lips as you shook your head.
“It’s no problem though,” you continued, meeting his eyes. “I could drive you to a work-shop or something, that way you can get them to come and fix it? I’d lug the car over myself, but I don’t have the proper gear.”
Stiles paused as if considering the option and you smiled. “Come on, it’s not like i’ve, the new girl, got anything better to do with her Saturday night.” You shrug, smiling up at him encouragingly.
“Only if i’m not causing you any trouble…”
“Not at all!” You exclaimed, turning slightly. “My car’s just over… there!”
“What were you doing here so late by the way?” Stiles asked, following you as you led him to your car.
“Trying to catch up,” you explained, nodding. “It’s no fun coming to a new school in the middle of a term, during senior year no less.”
“I can imagine.” Stiles nodded, “but hey, you’re in my english class, yeah?” You nodded. “Come to me if you ever need help. With english o-or anything,” he shrugged and you’re sure that you could see his cheeks grow a little red. “I can be your guide.”
You grinned, biting your lip. “I’d like that.”
“Great!”
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