Stiles Stilinski Imagines {ON HOLD}

Tattoo

The first time he saw it was when he picked her up from the airport. She was wearing that Batman t-shirt, the one that he'd bought her for her birthday, his red flannel tied around her waist complimenting her red shoes. She ran over to him, wrapping her arms around him as she hugged him tightly, as if she never wanted to let her go. It was then that he saw it peeking out from the sleeve of her shirt, what appeared to be a snow white petal, outlined in black.

He was sure that hadn't been there before. He opened his mouth to ask, knowing that she was used to his constant curiosity, but was silenced when she kissed him with a hunger that only he could fulfil. Y/N's arms snaked around his neck, toying with the strands of hair that resided against his nape, her fingers dancing across his skin.

Stiles' hands stroked her arms, pushing up the sleeve where the picture on her skin hid, revealing the whole of it to him. He traced the flower there as he admired the five white petals, the golden centre; it was something so simple, yet it added to her beauty, placed her soul on her sleeve and reminded him why he loved the girl in front of him.

"This is new," she looked down at the tattoo, smiling in a way that suggested it wasn't a big deal. She'd had it at least a month now, judging by how well it had healed; she'd probably forgotten it was there, "Why a daisy?"

She shrugged.

"I just liked it. It's cute, don't you think?"

"It's beautiful," he kissed her again, "Just like you."

The second time he saw it was at school. He'd picked up one of Y/N's textbooks by mistake, and was waiting outside her locker so he could give it back to her. He didn't understand why she was taking Physics, and had told her so when he picked her up in the jeep that morning. She'd rolled her eyes, kissing him lightly on the lips and chucking her books onto the back seat. Naturally, they had got mixed up with his, the similarities being surprisingly striking.

In his boredom, Stiles began to flick through the book, and was surprised to find his girlfriend's tattoo drawn on the inside of the cover. Obviously, she'd been thinking about it for a while, other designs having been sketched around it. There was a Batman symbol (he smiled at that), a Millennium Falcon, the number 24.

His lacrosse number. That one caused the biggest smile of all as he realised the symbolism behind each sketch. All of Y/N's ideas were representative of Stiles, the idea of her wanting to get a tattoo to represent him making his heart soar. He didn't think it had been possible to love her anymore than he already did, but clearly, judging by his utter contentment at that very moment, he had been wrong.

Yet, she had chosen the daisy. He didn't quite understand what that had to do with him, even with his name written underneath it. Y/N was smart, he knew that, and so perhaps she had found some connection between the boy and the flower. He chewed his bottom lip as he tried to find it himself.

"Suddenly interested in Physics?", on hearing her voice, Stiles shut the book, smiling as his girlfriend approached him with love in her eyes, his own drawn to the tattoo that was now on full display.

"Absolutely not," she leaned into him as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and together they went to lunch, the tattoo still playing on his mind.

That night, when Stiles got home, he switched on his laptop and, in true Stilinski fashion, spent several hours researching daisies.

The third time Stiles saw it was when he drove to Y/N's house in the middle of the night, having finally reached the answer he was looking for. When he'd stumbled upon the symbolism, he'd wanted nothing more than to kiss her until he couldn't breathe, his mind swimming with disbelief that someone like her could possibly love someone like him enough to get a tattoo for them.

"Stiles, what are you doing here?", Y/N rubbed her eyes, the after effects of waking up kicking in. Stiles smiled at her, at the positively angelic sight before him.

"Why didn't you tell me your tattoo was my birth flower?" It was true. Daisies were the birth flowers of those born in April, those like Stiles. Y/N's tattoo was meaningful; it showed her love for the boy in front of her, her desire to always have him in her memory and in her heart.

"You're weird about tattoos, Stiles. I mean, you hated Scott's. I wasn't quite sure how you would react knowing that I got permanently marked for you," he kissed her then, silencing her in the same way she had at the airport. It was a kiss that left her breathless, one that left him smiling that goofy grin that made her heart go into overdrive.

"Well, I love that you got it for me. I love it. I love you, Y/N Y/L/N."

"I love you too. Now, no offence, I love that you felt you needed to come all the way here to tell me that, but it is three in the morning and I do have an exam tomorrow. I sort of need you to go home," he kissed her hurriedly, running back to the jeep and driving off, leaving her laughing in the way that he so often did.

That he always would.