Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Runaway

Warnings: Reader has a panic attack, mentions of Stiles helping reader with nightmares, sad Stilinski sibling fluff, Mentions of Void Stiles talking to the reader, super sad and angsty

"Hey sorry, my sister said she was sleeping over here and she forgot her pillow." Stiles said as your friends mother answered the door.

"No they're staying at Lydia Martin's." She frowned at Stiles who nodded slowly.

"Sorry I must have got mixed up, studying for exams and stuff so brains kind of muddled." Stiles rambled.

"Oh it's fine and tell your father I said hello." She waved as he made his way down to the road and lent on the Jeep, dialling Lydia's number.

"Hey Stiles what's up?" Lydia hummed, he could hear the faint tapping of her laptop in the background.

"(Y/N)'s not at yours?" He asked nervously.

"No why?" Lydia paused. "She's at a sleep over isn't she?"

"Apparently not." Stiles ran a nervous hand through his hair. "I have to go find her."

"Well let me know what happens." Lydia muttered.

"(Y/N) are you up here?" Stiles called as he hurried through the house and to your room that was neatly tucked into the attack.

When he found it empty he checked your bathroom, sitting at the top of the stairs that led down to the second floor and dropped his head into his hands.

"Stiles, (Y/N) are you home?" Lydia called out as she let herself in and found Stiles almost in tears.

"I don't know where she's gone and I... I don't want to call Dad and tell on her." Stiles mumbled and he ran his hands together.

"You said she'd be back on Sunday evening right?" Lydia asked.

"Yeah and she had a day off school." Stiles said quietly.

"So she couldn't have gotten far." Lydia went in to rummage through your school bag. "What's this for?"