Stiles spent a long time in the locker room with Scott, expressing how yours and his lack of sexual activity was now literally threats to your lives given that the new problem the pack faced was a killer who seemed to target virgins.

after whining and complaining for about 10 minutes, Scott simply suggested that you two sleep together to get it out of the way.

Stiles nearly fainted at the idea. sleeping with you? his best friend since the first grade?

he did have an on and off crush on you, but he convinced himself nothing would come of it.

now you sat on the edge of his bed, playing with your necklace pendant while Stiles paced in front of you.

“I mean, we don’t have to. obviously. maybe we’re all just being superstitious. who the hell is even decided it was a pattern? just because the victims were—“

“virgins?” you finished for him.

he let out a long annoyed sigh, flexing his fingers.

“okay, maybe there is a pattern.” he confessed begrudgingly. “it still doesn’t mean we should..” he said, followed by some crude hand gestures.