Stiles Stilinski x Fem!reader

Part 14

"Oh, come on, Stiles. Where the hell are you?" My eyes wandered around the room as Stiles' dad and I stood in his room, trying to figure out where he could have gone to. My head whipped over to the door when I saw something move.

"Right here."

"Stiles." It came out as more of a relieved whimper and I was very quick to engulf him in a very sudden hug, making him stumble back a few steps. His hands hesitantly slid around my waist, making me hug him that little bit tighter, this cause him to do the same. I quickly pulled away when I felt him flinch, finally noticing his busted lip and grazed cheek. His dad also noticed as I stepped away to see if anything else had happened.

"It's okay," Stiles looked to me then his dad. "Dad, it's okay." His dad turned his head to the side to see the injuries.

"Who did it?"

"It's okay. It was just a couple kids from the other team." I shook my head, recognising the scent on his clothes. It wasn't who he said it was. "They were pissed about losing and I was...I was mouthing off, you know. The next thing I know-" I just kept shaking my head.

"Who was it?"

"Dad, I don't know. I didn't even see them, really."

"I want descriptions."

"Look, dad, come on. It's not even that bad."

"I'm calling that school." Stiles looked over to me for some help and I shook my head again with a sad frown. "I'm calling then and I'll personally go down there, and I'm gonna pistol-whip these little bastards!"

"Dad!" Stiles snapped before calming his voice. "I said I was okay." He was pulled into a hug by his dad and I dropped onto the bed, watching them contently.

Once the Sheriff had left, I just stared at Stiles, who rubbed the back of his neck before looking over to me. There was a split-second of silence and eye-contact.

"Who did it, Stiles?" He stared at my worried expression and paired it with the fact I had used his name.

"You already know who did it, I can tell." I continued to stare as he pulled off his padding and dumped it onto his desk chair.

"Stiles." He looked over to me. "It was an Argent, which one?"

"Gerard." My jaw dropped a little.

"That's assault on a minor! You could get him arrested for this! You should have told your dad!-"

Stiles whipped around to face me and I inhaled sharply, not having expected such a sudden movement.

"I know! But I can't, they've got Boyd and Erica-"

"So they're kidnapping teenagers now?"

"(Y/n), just listen." I fell quiet and did as he asked. "I'm fine, my dad doesn't need to know about the Argent's and the supernatural, yet, or even at all." I stayed quiet before standing up and going over to him and gently turning his dad.

"Can we at least sort you out...?" A small smile crossed his lips and he nodded. "I'll leave you alone after that."
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"Brakes! Brakes! Hit the brakes!" I shouted from the back seat while Lydia and Stiles were in the front. He did as I screamed and slammed on the brakes, just after he hit Jackson.

"Did I get him?" I nodded with a shrug, lightly patting his shoulder and hopping out of the back of the Jeep when I saw Jackson jump up onto the hood.

"Jackson!" His head whipped over to me and I stared at him, my stance showing nothing but authority. "Get, down, now." His head tilted to the side curiously and I motioned my hand to Lydia for her to get out of the car and come over to me before telling her it was up to her now and running over to Isaac, his hand slipping around my waist as I held him up a little.