Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Anyone But Him

Warnings: Scott hits Stiles, Stiles chooses Scott or the Reader, jealous Stiles

"Hey!" You yelped when Stiles pulled at your pig tails.

"Hi (Y/N)." He giggled nervously and took your hand in his.

"I don't like you to day Stiles, not one bit." You said and turned away from him.

"But who'll I eat lunch with?" Stiles asked and you turned away from him so fast your little back pack smacked into his arm.

"Not me." You stuck your tongue out at Stiles and hurried away.

"Fine I'll have lunch with the new kid." Stiles warned and glanced at you to check if you were looking at him.

"He won't want lunch with you, you went potty on his sandcastle." You giggled.

"Bet I can get to the sandbox before you!" Stiles yelled and ran off.

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"Boo." Stiles said as he came up behind you and lifted you into the air.

"Stiles put me down!" You giggled.

"You didn't wait for me this morning." Stiles pointed out, the smiled sliding off his face when you blushed and smiled at Scott who did the same.

"Oh I'm sorry, Mom was passing the school so she gave me a lift." You finally stopped awkwardly watching Scott and turned to Stiles.

"It's cool... I can give you a lift back if you want." Stiles waited for you to answer but you stayed quiet.

"I'm giving her a lift up to Deaton's, she's going to talk to him about helping out." Scott told Stiles who nodded.

"Oh cool, good for you." Stiles smiled but it didn't quiet reach his eyes.

"I'll see you guys later I've got to get to class, Allison's Mom is super scary." You whispered the last part and jogged off.

Stiles stared after you before turning to glare at Scott who gave him an irritated look. The moment was quickly forgotten and they headed to their first class, joking around, as if nothing had happened.

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"Thanks for the help, I'm sorry I let the dog escape." You giggled and stopped on your front porch as you finished texting Stiles to say you were home.

"It's fine, it wasn't hard to catch him." Scott laughed and handed you your school bag.

"I still feel bad." You blushed and looked at your feet until he gently put his hand on your waist.

Stiles hopped his gate and scrambled around the corner, a wide grin on his face, wanting to be able hear about how you did at Deaton's. He froze as Scott lent down and kissed you, the kiss becoming heated when his arms slid around your waist to lift you into him.

Stiles' world seemed to freeze and then shatter, your hands moved to the back of Scott's neck and he moaned, neither of you noticed Stiles. He wasn't sure when he'd moved between the two of you or when he took a swing at Scott. He snapped back to reality when Scott's punch knocked him off his feet.

"What the heck Stiles?" Scott asked as he braced himself for another punch.

"You know... you know and you still." He shot you a look before hurrying back round to his house.

"I'm sorry (Y/N)." Scott said quickly.

"It's fine, I'm going to check on Stiles... he doesn't heal." You explained and Scott nodded.

"Hey will you call me if he doesn't want to talk and let me know if he's ok?" Scott asked as he walked you the few steps to Stiles' gate.

"Sure." You waved and jogged up the path, using your own key to get into the house.

"Stiles are you ok?" You asked quietly when you pushed your way into his room.

He rubbed his eyes and stood from the edge of his bed. As soon as you realised how bad he looks you hurried the rest of the way into his room and tried to fuss over him but he just pushed your hands away.

"(Y/N) stop it I'm fine." He sighed as he pushed your hands down to your sides and gently gripped your wrists.

"But Stiles your lips bleeding... and you have a huge bruise you should get some..."

"Is it because he's a werewolf?" Stiles asked, effectively cutting your fussing short.

"What do you mean?" You asked quietly.

"Come on (Y/N), Scott... so did you just one day think hey I want to make out with Scott or what did it just slowly creep up on you, have you known you liked him since we were little?" Stiles had become a little frantic and his grip on your wrists was getting tighter with each word.

"Stiles no it just sort of..." You trailed off but couldn't find the right words.

"Choose." Stiles muttered. "Choose me or Scott."

"No Stiles that's stupid." You sighed.

"Oh so Scott kissing you and liking you isn't stupid but me liking you is, you know I could have handled you making out with anyone you liked, just not him?" Stiles huffed and you could feel the tears welling in your eyes as he yelled.

"Stiles... You need to do it." He let you take his hand and place your key in it before closing his hand around the cold metal "I'm not going to be the one to choose so you two can wake up and realise you hate me for ruining your friendship."

"(Y/N) I'm sorry I was just over reacting." Stiles said quickly and tried to hand you the key back but you were already rushing down the stairs.

"Make sure you put some ice on that bruise and... if it swells I can drive the Jeep to the hospital for you." You gave him a sad smile and headed to the door.

"Do you like Scott?" Stiles asked quickly before you could close the door behind you.

"I don't know." You admitted quietly.

Stiles watched as you rounded his fence and hurried up to your front door, letting yourself in and slamming the door behind you. Once he heard the locks click he went back inside and slumped to the floor, both of you feeling that horrible swirl of regret, and the fear that a seventeen-year-old friendship might have come to its end.