Stiles Stilinski Imagines {ON HOLD}

Stunning

It had been two weeks since Stiles and Malia broke up.

Two weeks, and you hated yourself for the way you felt about your best friend. The way you felt about the break-up. The way you felt about Stiles.

You were devastated for him, obviously. He'd been happy with Malia, really happy. And now that happiness was gone, even if the two of them were going to remain friends.

But there was some small part of you, some innate, nagging feeling that you tried so hard to ignore, that felt joy. And that's why you hated yourself.

You were happy that your friend was not.

That was unforgivable.

It had been two weeks since Stiles and Malia broke up.

Two weeks, and Stiles hated himself for the way he felt about his best friend. The way he felt about the break-up. The way he felt about Y/N.

He was upset, obviously. Part of him had loved Malia, really loved her. And now, that was gone. He didn't love her like that anymore. But they were still going to be friends.

But over the two weeks, he'd seen something new in someone else. In Y/N. His best friend since birth.

He always knew she was beautiful. She had a quirk about her, something that he'd always loved.

It was when she'd ran past him in the school corridor, clearly upset about something when he realised it.

Realised he had to tell her.

"Hey Y/N, wait," you heard Stiles call after you. You ignored him, running into an empty classroom, wiping the tears from your eyes and sinking down in front of a desk. It had been the usual. Girls making your life hell. It had just gotten a little too much today.

You heard Stiles come in, and felt him sit down next to you.

"Go away, Stiles. I'm not in the mood for a pep talk about how it'll get better, how I just need to ignore it. Because that's a lot easier said than done."

The boy next to you sighed, pulling you into his arms as easily as you let him.

"I'm not gonna give you a pep talk, Y/N. You don't need one. I'm just a shoulder to cry on. That's all I'm here for."

You lifted your head to face him.

"Don't say that, okay? You're here because you're my best friend. And I don't know what I do without you. I love you."

You meant it. You were in love with him. But here, now, wasn't the time to tell him you meant it like that.

Stiles laughed.

"I love you too, you idiot."

He meant it. He was in love with her. But here, now, wasn't the time to tell her he meant it like that.

You wiped your eyes with your sleeve, a smile appearing on your face.

"Right, you might be my best friend Stillinski, but you need to get out. I look awful when I've been crying."

"Y/N. I've seen you cry all the time. And besides, I think you look beautiful when you cry."

Your heart fluttered like the wings of a thousand butterflies.

"Really?"

"Yeah," Stiles gave a halfhearted smile, "Absolutely stunning."

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Yes, I used a Stydia reference. Yes, I'm trash. 

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