Stiles Stilinski Imagines {ON HOLD}

Confessions and Curly Fries

Scott McCall had known his two best friends were in love with each other for a long time. He'd figured it out one night when the three of them were watching a movie. Stiles had his arm around Y/N and she'd fallen asleep with her head on his chest. She had a weird thing about falling asleep around people, not trusting them entirely, and so he knew that she must have felt safe around Stiles.

Stiles, on the other hand, had looked at her the way Scott had looked at Allison the first time he saw her.

From that moment on, he knew that Stiles and Y/N were destined to be together. So, naturally, it was infuriating when they continuously skirted around their feelings for each other, acting like there was nothing there when there so clearly was.

"I'll see you guys tonight, okay?"

"See you tonight Y/N." Scott watched as Stiles hugged the girl he loved before letting her go to class. Tonight was the championship game, and Y/N had never missed a lacrosse game for as long as Scott and Stiles had been on the team.

When he was pretty sure Y/N was out of earshot, Scott turned to his friend, Stiles staring wistfully in the direction she had left.

"Dude, why don't you just tell her?"

"Dude, why don't you just tell her?" Stiles turned to look at his best friend, snapped out of the daze that Y/N often left him.

"Why don't I just tell her what?"

"That you love her?"

Stiles froze. There was no point trying to play it off; Scott knew him too well, knew when he was lying about stuff like this. Reluctantly, he gave in.

"I can't do that."

"And why not?"

"Because she's my friend, Scott. I could ruin ten years of friendship by telling her that. A whole decade. I don't want to lose her."

"You won't."

They had made it to class now. Stiles looked up at the clock on the wall. Only a few more hours and Y/N would be in the stands, watching him attempt to play lacrosse. It was one of the things he loved about her, the way she would cheer him on even though they both knew he wasn't any good.

"And how can you be so sure? Last I checked being psychic wasn't part of being a werewolf."

"Because she loves you too, you idiot."

Stiles was in shock, and he remained that way for the rest of the day. He was pretty sure that if he didn't snap out of it, he would lose the game. But maybe that didn't matter; nothing else did if Scott was right and Y/N loved him too.

It didn't take long for the lacrosse game to be over. Using his werewolf abilities, Scott was quick to take the game into his own hands, and Beacon Hills High School won the championship.

He was surrounded by his teammates congratulating him, but none of that really interested him. What was far more intriguing was Stiles watching Y/N run down from the stands. What was far more intriguing was watching her barrel into him, Stiles's arms clasped around her as he held on tight. Using his supernatural hearing, Scott did something he probably shouldn't have done and listened in on their conversation.

"You won! That's amazing!"

"I know! Look, Y/N, I need to tell you something. It's important."

Scott smiled. He knew where this was going and he was overjoyed that his friend had finally picked up the courage to tell Y/N the truth.

"Sure, what's up Stiles?"

"I'm just going to come out and say it."

"Okay."

"I love you."

Scott waited, as he was sure Stiles was, waited for that moment for Y/N to say it back. But she didn't. Scott was sure he hadn't made a mistake, hoping to God that he hadn't misread the signs that said Y/N loved Stiles back. He'd never forgive himself if Stiles had done the wrong thing based on his advice. He'd never-

And then he saw Y/N wrap her arms around Stiles's neck and kiss him like they were in the middle of a romance movie.

Stiles didn't let go of Y/N's hand the whole of the ride home. Nor did he do so when Scott put on Star Wars, or when his dad came in with curly fries. He wasn't sure he was ever going to let go of it again.

She loved him. She actually loved him back. The girl of his dreams, one of his best friends, was now his girlfriend. Stiles Stilinski was Y/N Y/LN's boyfriend.

As she cuddled into his side, he couldn't quite believe that this was the way things were going to be. It wasn't the first time she had cuddled up to him, but it was different. It was more intimate, more affection, and meant so much more than it had before, especially when she reached up and pressed a gentle kiss on his lips.

"I love you, Stiles Stilinski," she whispered just as the movie started.

"I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N," he whispered back.

He guessed that this was their first date. He couldn't have asked for anything more perfect. Settling down, turning his face towards the screen, Stiles picked up a curly fry.

Absolutely perfect.