Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Mustn't Twitch

"(Y/N)!" Stiles yelped when you pointed your finger at your locker, letting it swing open.

"What... oh right, sorry I'm still sleepy." You yawned, snuggling into Stiles chest when he rolled his eyes and hurried over to help you switch out your books.

"Yeah well just because you're tired doesn't mean you can start zapping things around!" He muttered, as you slumped against him, almost dropping you when you fell asleep. "How are you so tired?"

"I went out to dinner last night." You mumbled.

"What'd you do fly to Paris?" He chuckled, glancing down when your stiffened. "(Y/N) the last time you did that you almost got caught!"

"I know that's why I didn't fly... I um... zapped myself right there." You grinned sheepishly when he shook his head.

"Well should you be in school, last time you did something that big you passed out!" He took your bag from you and frowned when you shook your head.

"I'll be ok." You hummed, waving when he walked you to your form room before he hurried to find Scott.

"I mean I don't mind her using magic it's just she won't do little things to practise and build up her magic strength or whatever Deaton called it." Stiles complained to Scott.

"Didn't she promise Lydia not to use it unless she was practising or she was in an emergency?" Scott chuckled, shouldering his Lacrosse stick as they headed out to the field.

"Yeah but you know (Y/N), one thing goes wrong and she starts worrying." He sighed fondly, smiling when he spotted you on the bleachers with a pile of books beside you. "She can twitch her nose like the witch in Bewitched!"

"She can also throw Peter across the room by pouting at him." Scott waved when you looked up from the books as grinned.

"I want to get mad that she won't listen to me or Deaton but she's too cute, she rescued this kids ball the other day and if anyone else had been around she'd have been found out." Stiles grumbled.

"She slowed time at the hospital after school yesterday so Mom could sleep... she's just trying to help." Scott nodded to Coach as he called him, took a shot and scored.

"Yeah but how long to she helps herself to magic Limbo?" Stiles muttered, glancing at you before taking his aim at the goal. The ball suddenly curved at the last second, hitting the net dead centre.

"Yay go Stiles!" You cheered as Lydia and Kira joined you.

"Yeah go me... I think." Stiles muttered, glancing at Scott who shrugged and slapped a hand on his shoulder.

As practise went on it became clearer that you were moving Stiles' shots into the goal. By the time, he took his final shot he glanced over at you, seeing the physical strain the magic was causing you.

"Hey (Y/N), you need a lift home?" Stiles asked gently when he found you slumped in one of the chairs at the end of the changing room corridors, crouching down to catch your notebooks as they slid from your arms.

"I was going with Scott to Deaton's." You yawned.

"He left with Kira twenty minutes go, he thought you'd gone home." He smiled and stroked your cheek.

"Oh." You sighed, digging through your pocket for some money which your dropped in Stiles' hand. "Are you going now, I need something from my locker."

"Yeah, but I can wait." He smiled when you left your bags with him as you hurried to your locker, not seeing him fish out your wallet and tip the coins in.

Once the two of you had hopped into the Jeep he slowly pulled out of the car park, glancing at you when you fell asleep. He stopped when your phone started ringing, grabbing it before it woke you.

"Oh, hey dad what's up?" Stiles asked, his hand drumming on the dashboard.

"Stiles have you seen (Y/N), her Mom's been called out of town and she's not seen her?" John asked quickly.

"Yeah, she's with me I'm dropping her home now she's um... sick... sort of." He explained, agreeing when he was told to take you back to the Stilinski house.

"Come on little witch." Stiles hummed as he pulled up on the drive.

"Why're we here?" You asked, dragging your bag into the house before dumping it in the usual spot in the hall where Stiles dumped his stuff, both of you trudging up to his room.

"I sort of told Dad you were sick and he told your Mom we'd look after you while she was away." He smiled when you rolled your eyes, seeking out some old pyjamas that Stiles kept because they fitted you perfectly.

"I'm not sick I just..." You started but stopped when he shook his head.

"Used up so much of your magic that you can't stay away, you know you could like not wake up if you keep pushing it." He shook his head when you nodded, letting you go to the bathroom as he changed into some joggers and dumped his laptop on the bed.

"But Stiles I just wanted to help, you looked so sad when you didn't score." You admitted quietly, climbing into bed with him.

"Hey, I'll get better over the season, but you... need to take it slow with the magic thing." He scolded as you leant against him, smiling when he opened his laptop which already had start wars popping up in the DVD menu.

After a while you were both lazily slouched against the back of the bed, Stiles' arm around your waist, his thumb stroking against your thigh as your head nestled under his chin.

"So, what was Paris like?" He asked suddenly, making you giggle.

"It was so fun, I had crepes, want some?" Before he could say no and express his concern over how much of your powers you'd already used up that day you pointed to his lap and a large steaming box appeared.

"Next time I get dinner." He smiled when you giggled, opening the box to feed him a bite. Several crepes later the two of you were full and finally too tired to stay awake.

He spent a few minutes watching you sleep, a long finger gently stroking strands of hair away from your face, dusting across your lips. He smiled when you sniffled, wriggling until your head was hidden against his chest, a habit from one of the first nights you'd slept at Stiles' house when you were younger and afraid of the dark.