Stiles Stilinski Imagines {ON HOLD}

Once Upon A Dream

It was coming up to Y/N's birthday, and Stiles decided he needed to do something amazing for it. It was the first one they would celebrate together as a couple, as friends who had fallen in love, who felt so much more comfortable around each other holding hands, fingers intertwined, kisses planted on their knuckles, than they ever did apologising awkwardly when one arm brushed against the other.

It was coming up to Y/N's birthday and Stiles wanted it to be everything she had ever dreamed of and more.

And so, when she climbed into the jeep after school the week before, he made sure to ask her just what she wanted.

"Oh, I'm not really bothered," there was a blush in her cheeks that Stiles wanted to kiss away, taking her insecurities with him. They had been together for over six months now, and even though Stiles told her often enough that he loved her, that he'd do anything for her, that all she had to was ask if she wanted something, there was still that flicker of doubt in her mind, a bud threatening to bloom into a rose; beautiful but thorny, fear that maybe she didn't deserve him, that she would lose him, liable to spread.

"Well, you must want something," Stiles tucked a stray hair behind her ear, fingers lingering on her skin, a smile playing on his lips. He could practically see the words ready to leap off her tongue, hoping desperately that she would let them take the jump that they needed into his ears, laying the foundations for the perfect birthday.

"Honestly, Stiles. It's fine," Y/N kissed his cheek, and before Stiles could argue some more, she was fiddling with the car radio, finally landing on a song she liked. Stiles shook his head in exasperation, figuring that he would have to come up with some other way to find out just what to do for the birthday of the girl he loved, the girl he would always love.

He was just about to start the car when Lydia Martin walked past. She waved at the two of them, red hair bouncing with every step, and when she came over, reminding Y/N about the English project that was due in two days' time, that was when it hit Stiles. Lydia was Y/N's best friend since Stiles had been promoted to her boyfriend, and the two told each other everything.

Later that night, when he was pretty sure Y/N was asleep, her head on his chest, he texted Lydia, asking for ideas.

The reply was better than anything he could have come up with.

A week passed, one that was filled with planning, shopping, and preparations for the big night. Stiles spent the day with Y/N, coming over to her house with more gifts than he was sure she had ever expected, that familiar blush rising to her cheeks. He took her out for lunch, making sure to kiss her at least once every half hour, skin touching, breath mingling, either never wanting to let go.

But there was still one gift left to give her, and when they arrived at Beacon Hills High School on a weekend, Y/N looked at him with a confused expression.

"Why are we here?"

Stiles reached over into the backseat, and pulled a long white box out from underneath the seats. He handed it to Y/N who looked up at him with big, beautiful eyes.

"It's your size, trust me, I checked everything. Put it on in the girls' changing room and then meet me in the hall."

He gave her a quick kiss on the lips before jumping out of the jeep, heading into the school, leaving Y/N bewildered beyond belief.

Only twenty minutes passed before he saw her again. Only twenty minutes passed before Y/N took his breath away, before she left Stiles Stilinski speechless.

The dress fit perfectly, hugging her in all the right places, flowing around her as she walked towards him. But the best thing about it all was her face, her lips slightly parted as she took in the hall around her, the lights, the music, Stiles in a suit.

It was like something out of a Disney movie, and she told him as much.

"That was kind of the plan."

Stiles held out his hand, and Y/N slipped hers into it, allowing him to take the lead as his hand rested on the small of her back. Neither really knew how to dance, not properly, but neither cared, not in this moment, not as Y/N lived a dream that was slowly becoming Stiles' too.

Because if Y/N was there, than surely it had to be a dream, the most perfect dream that anyone could ever imagine.

Stiles made a mental note to thank Lydia for telling him about Y/N's secret dream, for telling him that she had wanted one of these moments forever.

And as Y/N kissed him with just about as much love as anyone could ever muster, he only hoped that this would last forever.

That Y/N would stay by his side and love him for just as long.

For he certainly would love her.