Stiles Stilinski Imagines

I Scare You?

Requested: Prompt #24 and #25

I jump when I hear a knock on the door. I slowly get off the couch, grabbing a nearby book.

Hey, books can do some damage.

My heart beats faster the closer I get to the front door. I look through the peephole and see a familiar face but my heart continues to freak out.

I gulp and set my hand on the doorknob, turning it, opening the door.

"Hey."

"Hi." I nervously breath out.

Stiles looks at the book in my hand and his eyebrows furry. My grip on it tightens. His eyes make their way back up to mine.

"I came to see if you're okay-" He gestures to my hand. "-and you're obviously not."

"Wh-what are you talking about?" I set the book on the nearest shelf and wring my hands together. "I'm fine."

"You're trembling." He reaches to grab my hands but I instinctively jolt away. Hurt masks his face. "Y/n..." He softly says.

"I'm fine." I look away from his pleading eyes.

"Why do you keep doing that?" Stiles says, obviously becoming annoyed.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I want an answer, goddammit!" He snaps at me.

I jump, tears filling my eyes.

"Oh my gosh." Stiles mutters. "Y/n. I'm so-"

"Scott told me what you did and-and you scare me, okay ?" I finally look into his eyes and instantly regret it.

"I scare you?" I nod softly. "You know I would never hurt you."

"Yeah, I know. I just-" I take a deep breath. "We don't kill people, Stiles."

He rubs his hands over his face and I see his eyes start to glisten.

"It was self-defense. He was going to go after my dad-" I notice his hands shaking.

I slowly reach towards him and take his hands in mine. "Can you tell me what happen?"

He nods and begins to tell me the whole story.

"Wow." I say when I hear what actually happened. "I'm guessing Scott thought something different happened?"

"I think so, because he won't hear me out. I bet it was Theo."

My eyebrows raise and I hum. "It would make sense."

Stiles looks at our intertwined hands and rubs his fingers over my knuckles. "Please don't be scared of me. I wouldn't know what I would do without you."

I softly smile. "I am not scared of you." I scoff. "I don't even know what I even believed Scott's version. I don't know how he even believed it himself..."

"Right?" He shakes his head.

"I'll talk to him. Hopefully everything can go back to normal."

"Everything?" He looks at me with a weird look in his eye as he leans closer.

My eyes flicker down to his lips and back up to his own eyes. "Maybe not everything."