IMAGINES ⌲ stiles stilinski

its nothing (part 3)

"You didn't kill him. I believe you." He spoke, looking up at me.

"You do?" I asked, surprised.

"I do. Mostly because you're my friend. But you're heartbeat never raised." He smiled.

A huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders, letting out sigh of relief.

"But this also isn't the only reason I wanted to talk to you."

I raised an eyebrow, really confused.

"Was this why you broke up with Stiles? Or do you really not-"

I smiled, looking at my hands.

"I do love him. I- I just didn't want him to hate me."

He let out a breath of relief.

"He's been a wreck, Y/N. He really needs you." He sighed.

"I know. I'm gonna fix things. Right now." I headed to my car before Scott spoke.

"I'll tell him. While you drive over there. He'll be happy to see you."

I blushed and nodded before hopping in my car and driving off.
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I knocked on the Stilinski's front door and waited.

I saw Sheriff answer the door a confused face appeared.

"I thought you two had broken up?"

"That's what I'm here to fix." I smiled. A grin broke on his face as he widened the door opening for me.

"You make him really happy, Y/N. I haven't seen this since Claudia."

I gave him a sweet smile and thanked him as I entered and walked up stairs.

I slowly made my down the hallway, coming face to face with Stiles' door. I hear slight sniffles every now and then.

I knocked.

"Go away dad. I have nothing to say."

I knocked again.

"Dad I'm serious." He groaned and I could hear him get up and walk to the door.

"I'm fi-" he stopped mid-sentence as the door revealed me.

"Hi." He said, a blank expression on his face.

"Hi. Can... Can I come in?"

He slowly nodded, moving out of the doorway.

I walked in, not knowing where to sit or even if he wanted me to sit anywhere.

"What- um, what are you doing here?" He shrugged, looking at his socks.

"I came to apologize." I said, staring at him.

"Oh." He said, disappointment obvious.

"So- I'm sorry. I was really harsh..." I trailed off.

"Yeah. Um, it's okay." He nodded.

I awkwardly nodded along, looking around the room.

"Is that all? You came here to say that?" He snapped, his eyes narrowed at me.

"I know Scott told you Stiles." I sighed. "He called you."

He froze, before giving in.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I couldn't risk loosing you. Like that. I though if I removed myself than-"

"Than what? What did you think would happen?" He snapped. "You think- we'd just move on? Just forget you ever existed? Because that not gonna happen."

"Even- even after you told me you didn't love me, I'm still here wondering what I did wrong. That's how much you mean to me. Mean to the others. We can't just let go of you."

I stayed silent, soaking up his words.

"Do you hate me?" I asked, looking straight into his eyes.

He took a deep breath, releasing it. "No. No I don't. I love you."

I smiled internally.

"But that doesn't matter. So- I get it. People lose feelings for each other..." He mumbled.

"I didn't." I spoke up. His eyes shot open, looking at me.

"You didn't?" He asked, hope threaded through his words.

I shook my head. "No. I just didn't want you to hate me. So I broke up with you. A dumb idea now that I think."

"Yeah. It was." He said, before a huge smile broke on his face.

"Can- can you say it?" He asked nervously.

"I love you Stiles."

A tear fell from his eye as he smiled even larger.

"You have no idea how good it feels to hear you say that." He sighed.

"You have no idea how good it feels to say it." I smiled, softly chuckling.

He stepped closer, putting his hands on my hips.

"Are we back?" He whispered, leaning in.

"If you'll have me." I shrugged, brushing my lips over his.

"Always." He smiled, pushing his lips on mine.