Thank fuck for the rain [Stiles Stilinski Imagine]
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You did not have the slightest clue about what gave both you and Stiles the idea to go for a walk out in the rain, without any jackets or even an umbrella. But in your defence, how were you supposed to know that the rain would eventually develop into a storm. This lead to both of you being soaked to the skin and decided to head back to Stiles’ house as it was the closest out of the two of yours.
You were now stood in his room holding one of his dry t-shirts to change into as every article of clothing you had on was clinging uncomfortably to your skin, waiting for Stiles to turn around so you could change into it.
Even though you guys have been best friends for nearly your entire life and had changed in front of him numerous times growing up, things were different this time. Over the past year, you had slowly developed feelings for him. And you had to sit there and watch him fawn over Lydia Martin. You loved Lydia to pieces as she was also one of your closest friends, but you envied the friendship she had with Stiles especially since he had had a crush on her since the beginning of high school.
“Come on [Y/N] I’ve seen you change lots of times before, what you so nervous about?” Stiles asked both cheekily but he also appeared to be concerned. Stiles had noticed a growing change in you over the past year as you were no longer as relaxed and appeared to be nervous whenever you were in his presence.
You sighed, shaking your head, “Stiles just turn around pleaseee” you begged him, dragging out the ‘e’ sound at the end. He gave in and just turned around, letting you get changed.
It almost felt good to be able to peel the drenched clothing off and away from your skin, as you threw the t-shirt you were wearing to the floor. You noticed that your bra and underwear were not too wet, meaning you would not have to take them off which is something you were worried about doing. You then quickly slipped off the leggings and socks you had on, leaving you standing just in one of Stiles’ shirts.
“Okay, I’m done.” You announced, gripping the hem of his shirt because once again, you were nervous.
Stiles slowly turned back around, his eyes widened at the sight of you in his shirt.
“Wow [Y/N]…my clothes look really good on you.” He complimented you which made your heart race slightly, but little did you know that Stiles heart skipped a beat as soon as he saw you.
And the sinful thoughts which ran through his head as well as he admired your legs.
“Now it’s my turn to change.”
He did not bother asking you to turn away as he quickly slipped his shirt off, revealing his toned chest which you seriously adored however you suddenly felt really shy, even more so than before so you turned your head away to his dismay.
Obviously, Stiles noticed, so after he slipped off his shorts and was now just standing in his boxers, he approached you and lifted your chin up with two of his fingers so that you would look at him.
He was not sure what made him decide to do this but he started to slowly lean in which made your stomach fill with butterflies but you had a feeling in your gut which made you turn your head away from him as much as you wanted to lean in to meet him.
“Do you not want to..or…?” he asked seeming really confused but also kind of hurt at the same time.
You turned back to look at him, “It’s not that,” you almost mentally slapped yourself for saying that, “it’s just you like Lydia.”
Stiles looked taken aback for a moment, “Wait what? I stopped having feelings for her over a year ago [Y/N]”
“Oh.” You had no other words to answer that with.
“[Y/N] talk to me, somethings up.” He asked, taking one of your hands in his and massaged your knuckles with his thumb.
“I just…I don’t know it’s stupid.” She sighed, shaking your head as you looked down at your feet.
“It’s not stupid, tell me.” He insisted.
“I like you Stiles, well more than just like you and I have for nearly a year…but I’ve been scared that you-“ he interrupted you before you could finish your sentence.
“You think I still like Lydia.” He finished for you.
“Yep” you said, popping the ‘p’ which made you realise you appear to be a lot calmer outside even though you are freaking out inside.
“Don’t you get it [Y/N]? I want you not her” he brushed his nose against yours to get you to look at him once again, “I haven’t felt like this for anyone before, even Lydia. And let’s be honest, you knew every detail surrounding that.”
You laughed, smiling up at him slightly.
“I want to be with you [Y/N], I’ve wanted to be with you for the past year and I-“
You cut him off but pressing your lips to his, feeling the moment was right.
The moment was definitely right.
After what felt like ages you decided to pull away, before he hugged you to his chest and kissing your forehead.
“Thank fuck for the rain.”