Stiles Stilinski Imagines

I'm Perfectly Fine

  I'm wiping off the tables when I hear a voice yell from behind me.

  "Y/n!" I wince and turn around seeing my boss, Chris, waving my phone around. "It's been vibrating for the past ten minutes." He tosses it to me and I nearly drop it. I mutter a sorry.

  I hold up my phone and see seven missed calls and voicemails from my boyfriend. "Really, Stiles?" I mutter before calling him.

"Y/n!" I pull my phone away from my ear. "You're okay."

  "Of course I'm okay Stiles. Why wouldn't I be?" I catch Chris's eye and see him jab his finger out, pointing outside. I quickly nod and make my way outside.

  "There's this list that got out. Apparently there's a lot of money on the line if you kill a certain person. It's called a Deadpool." Stiles explains.

  "Okay. What does this have to do with me?" I smile at a customer before they walk inside the restaurant.

  "It's supernatural."

  "I'm not supernatural, Stiles."

  "Well, you could be!"

  I sigh. "I'm pretty sure I would know that by now."

  "I just don't want you to get hurt, y/n. I don't want my dad calling me and telling me that they found my girlfriend dead and I couldn't do anything--"

  "Stiles." I interrupt. "I'm perfectly fine. I have about thirty more minutes of work and you can come pick me up if you want." I hear him sigh on the other end.

  "Okay. I'll be there."

  "Wait." I say before he can hang up. "Thanks for looking out for me."

  "Of course, y/n. I'll always be here." I smile and we say our goodbyes, hanging up.

•••

  It's the end of my shift and I'm waiting outside, sitting on the curb. I see bright head lights connected to a car, pull up quickly and park.

  I stand up and see a figure running towards me, and the next thing I know, I'm engulfed in arms. I immediately recognize the figure as Stiles and sigh.

  "I love you so much, y/n." Stiles mutters into my hair. "I can't lose you."

  I pull away from him and put my hands on each side of his face. "That's not going to happen. Okay? I know that I'm safe, not because I know I'm not supernatural, but because I have you looking out for me. And Scott, of course. He can kick whoevers butt." He softly smiles. "And, I love you too."
He pulls me into a hug again.