Stiles Stilinski Imagines {ON HOLD}

Obvious

It was obvious.

Stiles was jealous.

He couldn't help it. He couldn't help the way he felt. Especially when it was Theo the girl he loved was hanging around with.

Especially when the girl he loved was Y/N.

He couldn't help the way his heart beat sped up every time he saw her. He couldn't help the way the anger flowed through him every time he saw her with Theo.

He'd already wanted to punch the guy in the face. Now that desire was just so much worse.

He was watching them now. Y/N and Theo. They were standing against the lockers, him being his smug, stupid self, and her being the perfect human being he knew her to be.

The small things that nobody noticed about Y/N were the things that Stiles deemed to be obvious. The way her mouth would quirk up at the corner when she smiled, the way she'd tuck her hair behind her ear when she was nervous, the way her eyes would gleam when she was talking about something she was passionate about.

These were the things Stiles noticed. The obvious things.

It was what also led him to notice that she didn't tuck that lock of hair behind her ear this time. It was Theo who did that.

And that was what led Stiles to lose it.

He marched over, grabbing the front of Theo's shirt and pushing him against the lockers, the noise reverberating through the corridors of Beacon Hills High School.

"What's the matter, Stilinski? Jealous?"

Yes. Oh my god, yes.

Stiles was about to respond with a simple fist to that smarmy bastard's face, but was pulled away by a fuming Y/N.

Her nostrils flared, and her eyes were full of fire. Any normal person would have been scared, but Stiles was far from normal. All it did was make him love her more.

She pulled him into the nearest classroom before she spoke.

"What the hell was that, Stiles?"

Stiles didn't answer.

"He's my friend! I know you don't like him, but God, that was just petty! What the hell is your problem?"

Stiles thought for a moment before answering. He was going to come up with some lame excuse and let her be angry at him for all the wrong reasons. But instead, he figured that now was a better time than any to tell her.

To tell her the truth.

"I love you," he mumbled, meeting her eyes. Her perfect, oval shaped eyes with their angel-like glint that made his heart flutter.

"What?"

He shrugged.

"That's it. That's my problem. I love you. I've always-"

He didn't have time to finish his declaration of love as he found Y/N's hands on his cheeks and her lips on his own.

She was kissing him.

Y/N was kissing Stiles.

Y/N's heart had done somersaults when Stiles had told him he loved her. She just couldn't help but kiss him.

Because the truth was that she loved him too. More than anything.

Kissing him was more than she could have imagined. The way his lips melded perfectly with hers, the way his hands rested against the small of her back, the way their foreheads rested together when they'd both pulled apart for air.

It was like a dream. Except it was reality.

"What was that for?" Stiles whispered, his eyes closing as Y/N's breath fanned over his face.

"Because I love you too," she whispered back.

Stiles pecked her on the nose, fully savoring her words. She loved him. She actually loved him.

He laughed.

"Why are you laughing?" she inquired, her thumb stroking his cheek as she worshiped the moment, never wanting it to end.

"You love me. You actually love me."

"Yeah. I know Stiles."

"I just can't believe it, that's all."

"Why not? I thought it was obvious."

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First things first...STYDIA IS REAL CAN I CRY NOW PLEASE THANK YOU I'M SO HAPPY AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH (So naturally the gif above was used and it's appropriate).  

Secondly, I hope you guys liked this.

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LJ xx