Stiles Stilinski Imagines {ON HOLD}

Platonic? [Headcanon]

You first met Stiles Stilinski at the age of five. It was the first day of school when you were approached by a young boy with a cheeky grin and bright brown eyes.

"Why are you sitting by yourself? You should come and play with me and my friend, Scott."

You don't know why, but you followed the boy who wanted to be everyone's friend without a shred of doubt in your heart. And thank God you did, otherwise you never would have embarked on the adventures that you have.

Stiles never wanted to tell you about the supernatural side of Beacon Hills, hiding the fact that Scott had been turned into a werewolf for longer than you felt was necessary. That was when you had your first proper fight, well apart from when he stole your favourite teddy as a joke at the age of eight, and you vowed to never argue with him again.

His eyes fell to the floor with hurt as you yelled at him for lying to you, frowning as he accepted that withholding such vital information from you was the wrong thing to do. You were best friends, you were practically the sister he had never had, and he needed you. You were a team, and he was wrong to ignore that, even if he thought he was protecting you.

From then on, from the moment you apologised to each other, Stiles hugging you with every might of his being, your relationship only got stronger. You listened to him as he admired Lydia from afar, laughing when he retold the story of how she believed blue and orange was a bad combination.

It was the colour of the Mets, how could she possibly think so?

When he told you he was planning on taking himself to Eichen House, there was nothing you could do but support him as he had done to you over the years. You held him close as he poured out all those feelings that he felt he couldn't share with anyone else, holding his hand one last time as he left.

"It'll be okay, Stiles. We'll figure it out, we always do."

The next time you saw Stiles was when he wasn't Stiles. You hated the way that thing looked at you, the way it taunted you.

"Stiles cares about you, but you know that. You know, he's in here, screaming at me not to hurt you. You're like a sister to him, after all. But I wonder, do you want more than that?"

You ignored it all, not knowing at this point that you were hopelessly in love with Stiles Stilinski.

And so the years passed, and of course, it was senior year, when everything was destined to go horrifically wrong in true McCall pack style, that you realised your feelings for Stiles were far more than the platonic ones you had embraced for so long.

The final nail in the coffin was when he was taken by the Ghost Riders, his final words haunting you even when you couldn't remember who had said them.

"Remember, I love you."

The next few weeks were agony as you strived to remember the person that you knew you shared a bond with, the person who had been your brother for so long, the person who had harboured feelings for you over so many years. Feelings that you had reciprocated.

Finally, finally, you and the pack remembered Stiles Stilinski, reunited with him being the best thing that had possibly ever happened to you.

And that kiss, that kiss that had been a hell of a long time in the making, was something you were sure you would never forget. His lips against yours, kissing you as if you had both been starved of each other your entire lives, your eyes meeting when you parted, his fingers intertwined with yours, becoming the memory of a lifetime.

Agent McCall managed to pull some strings, both of you having shown an interest in the FBI and solving crime your entire lives. On that final day at school, when you readied yourselves to depart for Virginia, Stiles' hand rested on your knee as you drove together.

He smiled at you, a familiar grin that had stayed with him since that moment in the playground all those years ago.

The story ending the same way it had begun.

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Here's a little something to apologise for being away a while; hope it was okay for you guys!

Love, 

LJ xx