Stiles Stilinski Imagines {ON HOLD}

Alone Together

I don't know where you're going,
But do you got room for one more troubled soul

You wanted to reach out to Stiles. More than anything, you wanted to be there for him.

But he was pushing you away.

After his break-up with Malia and the incident with Donovan, he was different. You noticed how his hazel eyes didn't light up with the prospect of a new mystery to solve, how he moped around school like a stereotypical teenager, how his door was always shut.

How he cut you out.

"Stiles," you knocked on his bedroom door, pleading for him to speak to you, "Stiles, come on. Talk to me."

"Go away, Y/N. Go home."

I don't know where I'm going,
But I don't think I'm coming home

Those two words made your heart sink.

Stiles was all you had. Of course, you had the pack, but Stiles was the one person with whom you felt you shared a real connection with.

For one, you were both human.

Secondly, you had both experienced heartbreak.

And finally?

You were in love with him. Truly, deeply, irrevocably, unconditionally.

Without Stiles by your side, you felt lost. You didn't want to go home, not until you knew he was okay.

"Stiles, I'm not leaving. Not until I know you're okay."

His door swung open.

And I said, I'll check in tomorrow if I don't wake up dead
This is the road to ruin and we're starting at the end

The sight broke you.

Stiles' hazel eyes, ones that were once full of life, were dark and murky. The puffy red rings around them told you he'd been crying.

You wanted to pull him into your arms right there and then, but his expression told you not to.

Stiles' face was like thunder. He wasn't just upset, he was angry. Infuriated. At you.

"I said go home Y/N," he spoke quietly, which somehow made his anger all the more frightening.

"No."

"I'm sorry?"

"I said no, Stiles. I'm not leaving you. Not like this."

You found yourself standing your ground as Stiles inched towards you, his dark eyes meeting yours.

You were pretty sure the whole of Beacon Hills were able to hear the fight that ensued. Shouts were heard, and insults were thrown.

"Just go, Y/N."

"Not until you start treating yourself like you deserve to."

"Why the hell do you care?"

"Because I love you."

It was silent after that. Stiles looked at you, cocking his head to the side, as you mentally cursed yourself for saying it out loud. For the first time.

"What did you just say?"

You might as well just go with it now.

"You heard me. I'm not leaving you Stiles because I love you. I have for the past two years, and you wanna know why? Because you are the most amazing person in the world, the best friend anyone could have, and you shouldn't been beating yourself up. So if you wanna be alone, that's fine. But you'll have to be alone with me. Because I'm not leaving you. Not now, not ever. I love you, Stiles Stilinski."

You let out a sigh of relief as Stiles' eyes brightened, and returned to their usual hazel. He smiled, his dimples showing.

"It took you long enough."

And then he took one final step forward, and pressed his lips against yours.

Say, yeah
Let's be alone together

At first, you were in shock.

Stiles was kissing you. Actually kissing you. His hands were pressed against your cheeks, and his body was pressed against yours.

It was everything you had ever wanted.

Soon, the shock dissolved into pure elation, as you realised what was happening.

You began to kiss back, revelling in the way his lips fit yours. A perfect match.

But there was still one question you had.

Pulling away, you looked Stiles in the eyes.

"I'm guessing this means you feel the same way?"

"Well, obviously," sarcasm dripped from Stiles' words. You smiled. Stiles was back.

"I love you Y/N Y/L/N."

We could stay young forever
Scream it from the top of your lungs

It was at school the next day when it really sunk in.

When it hit you that Stiles loved you.

You were sitting in the library, and you felt the blush rise to your cheeks, unable to stop yourself from smiling.

Lydia looked up at you.

"Somebody looks happy."

"You could say that."

Before she had the chance to ask what had happened to bring on such a fantastic mood, she caught you looking over her shoulder.

Turning to look in the same direction, she saw Stiles. He was smiling at you, his cheeks a similar shade of pink to yours.

It didn't take her long to realise.

But she didn't say anything.

She didn't say anything as he walked over. She didn't say anything as he took a seat next to her best friend. She didn't say anything as he placed a hand on your cheek, and kissed you lightly, before you rested your head on his shoulder.

Instead, she acted as if nothing had changed.

She didn't need to be a banshee, a psychic, anything like that, to know that the feelings between you and Stiles were mutual. That they always had been.

When you and Stiles had gone to get lunch, holding hands as if you were never going to let go of each other, she whispered one single word.

"Finally."

Finally, her best friends were happy.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------So this one was based off Alone Together by Fall Out Boy. Hope you guys liked it!

Love,

LJ xx