honestly you guys have me shook every time you tell me my imagines or fics make you cry (whether they're real tears or not lmao) so thank you- this ones for you.
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That night at the motel was the worst night of Stiles' life, but when you left the next day was much worse.
He only realised his mistake when he got back to his motel room and he had no one to complain to about the fact that there were no confection machines to get any reese's chocolate from.
He knew he had to go after you, even if he was the one who broke up with you.
After hurriedly throwing all of his belonging back into his small suitcase, he rushed to the parking lot and relentlessly tried to start the engine of his beloved jeep. He knew that if he could just get to you that he could fix everything.
He loved you with his whole entire being, and he hated that it took you leaving for him to realise just how much he couldn't live without you.
Smoke began to blur the windscreen as the engine began to overheat, Stiles' slammed his fists against the steering wheel, letting out all of his anger. His eyes began to water as he got out of his jeep and opened the bonnet. He ran his hands through his messy brown hair, pulling at it frustratedly.
He had to get to you. He had to tell you he'd made the biggest mistake of his life.
So he did what he did best, grabbed a roll of duct tape and began to plaster it over the engine.
"Come on, buddy. Don't give up on me now... I need you." He choked the last few words out, knowing he wasn't saying them to his jeep.
What seemed like hours later, he successfully managed to start the engine.
Now home bound, he had nothing on his mind apart from you. Your smile, your laugh, how your eyes glistened with joy whenever Stiles mentioned those three words to you. "Star Wars marathon?" If there were such a thing as soulmates, Stiles knew that you were his.
He glanced at the clock, ten more minutes until he was home. Until he could race up the steps of your home and proclaim his everlasting love to you.
The road seemed never ending, until finally he saw the Welcome to Beacon Hills sign.
Once your home came into view nothing else mattered, he nearly rode the curb as he tried to park his jeep quickly. He jumped out of the drivers side and ran to your front door, gasping for breath.
After ringing the doorbell and rapping his knuckles against the door, it finally opened.
"Stiles? What are you doing here?" Your mom asked, glancing at the boys ragged appearance, covered in grease and oil.
"Is y/n here? I think I've made a huge mistake." He pleaded.
Your mom let out a sympathetic sigh, "I'm sorry, Stiles. She called me saying she wasn't coming home, she decided to take up that offer she must've told you about... the job she declined a few months ago, she decided to take it."
Stiles frowned, "so where is she now?"
"I'm afraid I can't tell you that, she didn't want you to follow her." Although she pitied Stiles, she wasn't going to go against your orders.
But this was Stiles, he wasn't great at following orders.
"Thank you." He replied before racing back to his jeep, grabbing his phone and clicking through old text messages. When he finally found the place you were going he restarted the engine of his jeep and put his foot down on the accelerator.
He wasn't going to mope around for months, or even years regretting not going after you.
The road was long, and soon the grey skies opened and unleashed torrential rain, making it hard to see.
But he wasn't going to stop, he would quite literally do anything for you.
It was a straight road to follow, through the middle of nowhere, just trees and bushes lining the side of the road. The rain fell faster and heavier, making it harder to steer, but he was determined not to stop.
He thought he'd be able to catch up with you by now, yet no cars were on the road.
Hours later, after his hope began to diminish, two circular head lights shone on the side of the road up ahead. He tried not to get his hopes up, it could simply be someone pulling over until the rain stops. But he had to check.
Slowing down gradually, he pulled over behind a black car with a luminous sign above, 'Taxi.'
His heart began beating fast as he stepped out of his car into the pouring rain. Within a millisecond he was already drenched, but he didn't care.
He approached the taxi, his hopes and dreams weighing on his shoulders, he knocked on the back window.
Slowly it wound down, the rain made it hard to see, but it didn't stop his heart from sinking as a man sat in the back seat, "can I help you, young man?"
Stiles shook his head, unsure if the wetness on his cheeks was rain drops or tears, "n-no... sorry."
The man nodded and wound his window back up, leaving Stiles to stand in the middle of nowhere, soaking wet and feeling like his whole world had ended.
He trudged back to his jeep, getting inside and sitting in the drivers seat. All of his emotions seemed to overwhelm him as he threw his head back onto the headrest and squeezed his eyes shut tightly before letting the tears go.
A knock sounded on his window making him nearly jump out of his seat, it was probably the man asking if he was okay. He got out of the jeep and prepared himself to let out all of his emotions onto the man.
But it wasn't him.
His hands shook as he stared at you standing in front of him.
"You look like a drowned rat." You said, your voice shaking from the cold.
For the first time in a long time, a laugh erupted from his throat, "I could say the same about you."
You stared at the boy in front of you, knowing there was no one else who you'd stand in the freezing rain for.
"I'm sorry." You both said at the same time.
"I shouldn't have left-" You began.
Stiles shook his head, cutting you off, "I shouldn't have given up, I shouldn't have broke it off."
"You're right." You replied, but despite the whirlwind of emotions you'd felt in the past twenty-four hours, you couldn't stop your lips from twitching into a smile.
Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, "why are you smiling?"
"Because... for some reason, I'm still madly in love with you Stiles Stilinski." You had to raise your voice so that he could hear you over the rain.
In that moment, with the rain lashing down and both of you shivering, Stiles couldn't wait any longer.
He gently pushed your soaking hair from your face, rubbing his thumbs over your cheeks, "I love you so much, y/n. I lied when I said I hope you find someone who feels like home, because for me you are home." With that, he leaned towards you and pressed his lips against yours. You reached up and tangled your fingers in his hair as you kissed him back with all of the strength you could muster. His tongue flickered against your lips before your tongues met, but he pulled away slowly, "please don't leave me ever again."
"I won't, I promise."
You were finally home.
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i hope this did justice to the happy ending you guys would've wanted? :)