Stiles Stilinski Imagines

I've got this one

"Seriously!" Scott groaned as Stiles hopped out of the Jeep to open your door and picked you up as he kissed you deeply, setting you down without breaking the kiss.

"Sorry wolf man, we're in love." He chuckled and winked at you with a wide smile. "Call you later." He added to you as you smiled and ran inside.

"It's gross watching you make out with my sister." Scott told Stiles who shrugged as he climbed back into the Jeep.

When Scott reached the hallway he stopped, frowning at you because you seemed stuck to the spot. Nudging you gently he moved to see what you were looking at. "Mom?" You questioned. Scott's hands rested on your shoulders when he saw who was stood behind her.

"(Y/N)... I..." Rafe started but you shook your head and tried to get Scott to let go of you.

"Let me go, I don't want to talk to him!" You growled, an elbow to the ribs was enough of an encouragement for Scott to let you go.

"I'll find her in a minute." Scott snapped, shutting the door a little more forcefully than he needed.

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You burst into the Stilinski house in tears. "Stiles?" You heard and stopped when the Sheriff stepped out of his home office. "(Y/N)?" He sighed and beckons you closer.

"He just turned up, he was just there!" You blubbered without caring if you made sense. He led you to sit down and waited for you to calm yourself.

"Who? It's not like you to get so upset." He said gently and you rolled your eyes.

"Rafe." You muttered sharply and he let out a long sigh.

"Things were complicated, i'm sure he means well?" He didn't sound certain as he spoke and you shook your head in disagreement.

"I don't care, it isn't fair more me... or Scott." You stayed quiet for a moment before looking over at the worried man. "You've been more of a dad to me than him, i don't see why he thinks we'd want to see him."

"Well I imagine after so long..." He trailed of when Stiles burst into the room, similar to how you had done, although he seemed to trip over his own shoes.

"Hey!" He gasped as he hopped to his feet, frowning when he realised you were on his sofa. "I swear I took you home... Dad I picked up dinner."

"You did." You mumbled, smiling when Stiles handed the food over before hurrying to hug you.

"What's got you so sad?" He asked, letting you snuggle into his side, glancing at his dad who smiled and nodded, grabbing his coat.

"I've got this one Stiles." He mumbled carefully so you wouldn't hear and patted his shoulder, ruffling your hair as he left.

"How'd you beat me home... did Scott bite you, you have to tell me if he did!" Stiles joked and set about distracting you until he could ask Scott what happened.