Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Lonely

Stiles had promised you that he'd spend the morning with you however when you arrived at his house John let you in on his way out and you found Stiles in a maze of red string. Not wanting to distract him you stayed quiet, handing him pieces of paper, pictures and files that had been piled on the bed.

It wasn't until he noticed you trying to hide the disappointed look on you face that he asked you what was wrong, not really paying attention when you explained how lonely it felt to be left out of all the supernatural things the pack dealt with and that he hardly spent any time with you.

"Never mind." You whispered when he simply hummed and you looked away hoping to stop the tears that threatened your eyes from falling.

"Wait... (Y/N) ... hey." Stiles' voice was soft as he noticed just how badly it was affecting you and hurried to crouch in front of you. "You know what I've been working on this all night, wanna make chocolate pancakes and watch a movie?"

"Are you sure I don't want you to waste any time." You mumbled.

"Anything involving you is never a waste of time." Stiles said with a grin. "Although I do need just a few minutes more."

"I'll make the mixture!" You hummed and left him to finish what he was doing.

Stiles thundered down the stairs just as you were serving up the pancakes and slid his arms around your waist, squeezing you to your chest as he lent his chin on your shoulder.

"You want to watch a Star Wars movie while we eat?" Stiles asked like an excited puppy.

"Um sure can we watch the second one?" You asked as you passed him his plate and followed him to the living room.

"Yeah... you can help me later if you want." Stiles said sheepishly. "I mean, we keep you out of it to keep you safe but I don't know, you'd be better of knowing about this stuff."

"You mean you and Scott keep me out of things to keep me safe?" You shoved a mouthful of pancakes in your as you spoke.

"Well Scott thinks we should tell you everything." Stiles muttered quietly.

"But you don't?" You asked with narrowed eyes.

"Look... do you remember when we were kids and my Dad said you could find fairy's in the woods and you got lost looking for them?" Stiles sighed as he took a seat next to you. "I don't want you getting hurt."

You smiled to yourself and flushed slightly at the thought of your best friend worrying about you and put your now empty plate on the coffee table as the dvd started. After the film was finished Stiles spent the rest of the afternoon teaching you as much as you could cope with in one day.

"You want me to call her Mom?" John asked when he came back at around half nine to rest up before his next shift and found Stiles sat on the floor, arranging piles of paper while you were curled in his lap snoozing softly.

"Yeah, she's pretty um... freaked out I guess." Stiles mumbled.

"Just make sure you look after her." John muttered as you snuffled and Stiles glanced down at you, brushing your hair out of your face.

"I always do, Dad." He mumbled.