Teen Wolf Imagines

Mornings

Summary: In which Stiles Stilinski is in love with his best friend's sister, and he thinks she looks gorgeous in the morning, and one morning, his feelings are revealed in a slip-of-the-tongue.

As she walked into the room, he could have sworn he felt time stop. He forced his jaw closed so that it wouldn't hang open, and squinted so that his eyes didn't widen. The book in his hand had been lifted to hide the blush that had formed on his face, held low enough that he could peek over the top to admire her.

Her hair was tied up in a messy braid thrown over one shoulder, which had become even more messed up overnight, with multiple loose strands that had fallen out of the hairstyle at some point during the night and small bits that stuck out in some places. Her cheeks were flushed, and her E/C eyes were still glossy. Her lips were slightly swollen from sleeping with her mouth open. She wore a large, faded jade green shirt that reached mid-thigh and hung off one shoulder. Leggings that reached mid-calf, and fluffy Star Wars slippers accompanied her shirt.

He studied it all, he loved it all. To anyone else, she would have looked a mess, but to him, she was perfect. She could wear anything, and she would still be beautiful. She didn’t care that she looked a mess, she thought it natural, and he thought it was both admirable and beautiful.

He felt like a weirdo, watching her in wonder from behind a book, like a stalker at a park, but it was hard not to stare when she was like an angel sent to answer his prayers.

The feelings carried over from when they were kids, when they’d first met. He was already friends with Scott, and had come over to the McCall house for a playdate. You were upstairs, and Scott had gone to the kitchen to grab snacks, sending Stiles upstairs to his room. Stiles, unfortunately, had run into the wrong room, and you’d both screamed loudly, and you threw a book at him. It had hit him straight in the head, and he’d fallen. It was an eventful day.

"Stiles?!" Her voice rang out through the room, breaking him from his trance, surprise evident in her tone. "What are- what are you doing here?"

"Oh, well I stayed over last night," he answered.

"You fell asleep whilst studying for chem didn't you?" She asked. She knew him so well by now that it was easy to read him, and she knew exactly what he’d do.

He nodded, placing the book down, forgetting about his red face and taking another bite of the toast he'd made for himself.

"You do realise the test is on Thursday, right? It's Sunday today," she pointed out.

"Yeah, I just thought that I'd get some early studying in," he replied. He lied; he had really come over just to see her. But if he told her that, with Scott's werewolf hearing, he would hear, and probably murder Stiles for saying anything about his sister.

Before Scott had gotten The Bite, he’d beaten up all three of your ex-boyfriends. You’d learned your lesson since, and hadn’t tried anything with anyone else.

You didn’t know about Scott’s werewolf problem, and they’d tried to keep it from you as best they could. They didn’t want you getting involved in something so dangerous. You were a little suspicious, because sometimes they acted odd – more odd than usual – and you picked up on little conversations here and there.

"Well, I can't blame you for that really, I mean I studied for it with Lydia on Friday," she chuckled, the sound like music to his ears.