[teen wolf imagines & headcanons]
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x fem!reader
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IT LEFT YOU feeling breathless, the sight of him in the sunlight. The gracious rays filtered in through the windows of the classroom, hovering across his features with a warmth of light, and it was almost blinding. The specks of moles and freckles dotting across his skin like shining constellations, the gleam in his chocolate eyes, the gentle curve of his nose, the unaware pout of his pink lips.
He was looking over at you from his seat, his lips shaping into a formation of words addressed only to you. You were sat on the other side of the classroom, your elbow resting uncomfortably on the desk in front of you and your head propped up by the palm of your hand. It was sweet, the way you couldn't stop stealing glances all throughout the dreaded Chemistry lesson. Whether it was making faces at each other, mouthing things to one another, staring competitions - neither of you could look away for more than a few minutes.
Your eyebrows furrowed, confusion held in your eyes in regard to his unknown statement. "What?" You mouthed back silently, glancing swiftly to the front of the room to ensure that you wouldn't get caught by Mr Harris. He was facing the blackboard, writing instructions for an experiment with chalk, so you turned back to the brown haired boy.
Stiles shook his head at your perplexed persona, snatching his pen up from the desk and quickly scribbling something down into his notebook. After a couple seconds, he held up his notebook for you to see. Across the whole page, in thick black biro, was his scribbled handwriting.
you're so pretty
A flush of red hues bashfully tainted your cheeks, your teeth capturing your bottom lip to prevent an adoring grin from breaking out with blinding colours of happiness. It was innocent, so innocent and sweet and you couldn't help but think that he was the sun. Of course, he's the sun. He's the sun and everything lovely in between.
Your boyfriend watched with bright eyes and a smug smile as you reacted to his messy writing. He wasn't lying, the beat of his heart thundering as he watched you blush with endearing smiles. You really were.
Then, you were reaching for your pen and notebook. Your handwriting was much neater, cursive and smooth with elegant care.
you're prettier
Both of you were smiling like idiots (idiots in love), ignoring the strange looks you were beginning to get from other students who caught glimpses of the notebooks held up in the air.
Stiles' pen was moving against the paper again, his tongue grazing across his lips as he focused on his words. You eyed him, waiting for him to finish the note. He was wearing a tshirt, a simple white one with a red and black flannel over the top - unbuttoned and fitting.
His hair was longer than it had been the previous semester too, and you thought it suited him so much. He was forever grateful of his decision to grow out his dark hair, especially grateful when your fingers found themselves tangled in the strands. Sometimes, you were confused as to why girls weren't tripping over their own feet trying to get his attention and him. It truly didn't make any sense.
When he was done, he proudly held up his notebook again. There was a captivating grin pulling his cheeks up, a glint in his eyes that had your heart fluttering in your chest. Your bright eyes scanned the messy words, an amused snicker leaving your lips just after.
let's make out later
"Alright, class. You can choose your partners for this project. Don't make me change my mind." Mr Harris' gruelling voice grated in the ears of all students sitting with boredom as his figure sharply turned to face the class. He clapped his hands together once with a boisterous slap, his eyes looking over at the wave of students with slits of scrutiny.
Stiles' dark eyes widened at the sudden noise of Mr Harris' voice, frantically slapping his notebook down and out of sight - praying with everything he had that the looming teacher hadn't seen the blunt note carved into the thin paper. Your hand discreetly covered your lips, covertly hiding your giggles at the sight of his fearful fright. Stiles couldn't even begin to imagine what he would've done if Mr Harris had caught sight of a note that had 'let's make out later' written in huge, obnoxious writing.
He let out a sigh of relief when he realised that nobody noticed but his girl. Then, everyone began to move, making their way to their friends' lab desks. Peering over your shoulder, like you had been doing for the most of the lesson, you shot a smirk at Stiles. You could vaguely hear him grumbling as he collected all his things together in a jumble of disorder, squinting his eyes over at you with your mocking smile and raised eyebrows of playfulness.
"Shut up," He muttered with a pout, dropping all of his books down onto your desk with haphazard carelessness. The clattering items were noisy, and you shoved his shoulder gently in complaint as he collapsed into the empty seat next to you.
The feign of his annoyed expression lifted from his features when he looked to his left, seeing you smiling up at him with ethereal attentivity. He tapped your cheek lightly with the pad of his forefinger, "Are you ready to work, my beautiful girlfriend?"
"Mhm," You hummed with graceful quietness, too immersed in the radiance of your boyfriend's smile of blossomed light to fully comprehend the work in front of you. God, you thought, you were so lucky. He began to set up the experiment, placing beakers onto tripods and tripods over bunsen burners of roaring flame. The sudden concentration coursing through him hindered his observance; he didn't catch the look of utter adoration and loveliness on your face, eyes blown with warmth and lips parted with amazement, until he'd finished setting up the equipment and turned to you with a triumphant beam.
The look on your face had his heart swelling in his chest, and he couldn't himself before he was leaning down and swiftly pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was short and sweet and made your head spin, his lips of honey lingering only slightly against yours before he drew back with a lopsided smile.
Now you were the one under his lovely gaze of endearment, his eyes shining and heart racing, and it left you feeling giddy. With a flushed face of pinks and reds, your forehead fell onto his shoulder with a muted thud - an attempt to hide your blushing cheeks and beaming smile of love. Stiles chuckled with warm content, winding an arm around your waist and keeping you close by careful delicacy.
"Honestly, I have no idea what we're supposed to be doing," You heard him mutter from above you, and you lifted your head only just. With your chin perched on his shoulder and your eyes on his with heartfelt warmth, he peered down at you. "Probably because I wasn't listening. It's difficult to concentrate on Harris when you're sat there all beautiful and radiant, to be honest."
You let out a quiet laugh of songful harmony, leaning up ever so slightly to press a soft kiss to his cheek before pulling away, "Likewise."
Stiles used his free hand to grasp the Chemistry textbook between his fingers and hold it up for you to see, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips and stars in his eyes, "Guess you could say we have chemistry, eh?"
Your face went blank at the awful pun, a breath of playful disappointment filling the air between you. You ran your hand over your face with a sigh, your head shaking to the left and the right with bafflement.
