Stiles Stilinski Imagines

The Little Martin

"You know, I was going to kill you." Stiles' voice drawled out as he strolled into his room.

"Stiles?" You asked only for the boy to shake his head.

"No, he's in here... very annoying, I don't know how you all put up with him for so long." He stopped in front of you, eyeing you like a curious cat.

"We like him, he's important to us." You insisted, flinching when he reached out and brushed his fingers through his hair, skimming your cheek.

"Are you important to him?" He asked, although you could see in his eyes he already knew, that he just wanted to how it would make you feel to admit it.

"No, he is in love with my sister." You whispered. He hummed, crouching slightly so that he could look into your eyes.

"But you like him?" He asked as you held Stiles' or rather void's gaze.

"Yes, I always have but, I've lived in my big sister's shadow for everything, why stop at the boys I really like?" You sighed, frowning when he played with the tears that escaped and ran down your cheeks.

"You know, he wanted you to do something but... seeing as he's hurt you so badly, he probably shouldn't get to ask you." Void hummed.

"He wanted me to do something?" You asked and he nodded.

"He needs you to talk to Scott, pretty soon, Scott's got a message for you or something... even wrote down the address on this but I doubt you'd want to do it for him seeing as he doesn't notice you." Void smiled when you reached for the paper and nodded.

"I'll go and get Scott." You mumbled, leaving the fox smiling to himself.

"You know she was almost desperate to please him, the little errand I sent her on didn't even make sense." Void teased.

"Where is my sister!?" Lydia hissed, wanted to slap the boy in front of her even if it did look like Stiles.

"He was screaming and begging me to leave her alone... did you know he doesn't actually like you Lydia, he feels bad that she's a year younger and he doesn't want her to get the wrong impression... disgustingly sweet." Void chuckled, watching Melissa stomp across the room.

"So, you're telling me you tricked the youngest Martin, by telling her Stiles wanted her to do something?" Melissa asked glancing at Lydia who pushed forwards.

"No, she's smart she wouldn't let you trick her." Lydia snapped, glaring at Void who rolled his eyes and chuckled.

"A sixteen-year-old crushing on an older boy, Lacrosse team, smart... she practically hurried off before I finished my sentence." He laughed when Lydia shook her head.

"Why would she even let you convince her to go?" She glanced at Melissa before looking back at him.

"Because she's tired of living in the great Lydia Martin's shadow." He smirked and glanced between the two women. "If only she knew what Stiles would like to do with her, when they're alone, he's helping her study and she leans in to see what he's writing..." He would have continued but Lydia snatched the tape off the coffee table, securing it over Void's mouth.

"Stiles, we know you're in there, ever since you set your eyes on (Y/N) you've looked after her so we need you back... you know her better than... than Lydia does and she's her big sister so you need to figure out how to get him to tell us where she is because we're doing all we can on this end." She smiled sadly and stepped away from him, glancing at Lydia who was trying to hide her tears.