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Sick!Stiles Stillinski X Reader

A/n: Yall are supernatural, but feel free to choose what you are, anyways I hope yall enjoy and sorry it took so long!!!

The second he stepped into Derek's house I knew there was something wrong with Stiles. Well, actually I already knew something was wrong before; due to him insisting on driving here alone even though we usually come together, but his sickly appearance was what confirmed his off state. His skin was pale as a sheet and he had dark circles under his eyes; he almost looked like void again.

I didn't say anything, however, knowing he would be pissed if I outted his sick state in front of the entire pack. I made a deal with myself to just watch him closely and only step in if it got too bad.

We had been hanging around the old Hale house for a couple of hours now when Scott's voice suddenly sounded above the over smaller conversations scattered across the room. "Wait Stiles, you're not looking too hot," Scott says, standing in front of him.

"Not feeling it either." He mutters in response, dropping his face into his hands, completely giving up on hiding his illness. Stiles groans as he feels his stomach twist again, this time churning audibly. "I'm..." He fails to stifle a queasy burp,"...gonna puke."

"Get him outside." Derek almost yells. Isaac and Scott pull him up, Stiles clutching his stomach tightly, trying to keep himself from vomiting all over Derek's house; even if he didn't still live there. I follow closely behind the trio, making sure I could step in once they got my boyfriend outside.

Cold air consumes me as we reach the darkness outside. "Almost there Stiles," Scott says trying to reassure him. Stiles only moans in reply. He's suddenly being pressed against something cold and wooden, 'the railing', his brain finally processes. He leans over as a loud gag leaves his hunched frame. I place a comforting hand on his back, rubbing gentle circles as convulsions rush through his body and he retches over the railing.

"Is he okay?" I hear Kira ask softly, as she stepped outside to join us. I just ignore her, keeping my sole focus on my ill boyfriend. Suddenly the first wave of vomit shoots out of his mouth with a loud burp and he's shot farther over the railing. I carefully wrap my free arm around his chest to make sure he wouldn't fall over the short railing and continue rubbing his back as he repeatedly gets sick.

"Ahh, that's disgusting." I hear Isaac groan, also ignoring him.

"Sorry, my suffering is an inconvenience." I listen to my still hunched over boyfriend mumble, taking a sharp breath before another round of bile steals his attention away again.

"You done?" I question Stiles gently, still rubbing my hand across his hunched back. He shakes his head and leans back over the railing, spit dripping from his mouth as he dry heaves repeatedly. He pukes up 3 more measly rounds before finally pushing off the railing and into my arms. He was completely relying on me and my support to stay up and standing.

"Ok I know both of these suck, but do you want me to try and drive you home or do you wanna wait this out here?" I question softly, giving Derek a harsh glare when he made a sound of protest at my offer to stay here.

"It's fine Derek, I wanna go home anyway," Stiles mumbles weakly, hearing Derek's disapproving noise. I nod at his response, slowly leading him to my car, deciding we could come back for his Jeep when he was feeling better.

I hand Stiles a trash bag, just in case, then carefully pull out of the driveway and start heading to his house. I drive as slowly and cautiously as possible hoping not to make him sick again, but it didn't really matter since he passed out the second he sat down.

Once we got there, I decided not to wake him and instead just carry Stiles into his house. I walk down the hall and into his bedroom, carefully laying his still sleeping frame down on his bed. I quietly strip off his shoes and the top layer of clothes, after taking notice of his obvious fever, then pull the trash bin next to his bed, knowing Stiles was most likely not done.

When I had him comfortable, double-checking to make sure he was still asleep, I make a quick run to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it down with cold water. After that, I fill a glass with the same cold water and head back to my sick boyfriend. I sit down gently on the edge of his bed, lightly dabbing his sweaty forehead with the cold cloth before finally setting it down on the overheating skin. I place the glass of water on his little bedside table for later when he woke up, hopefully, he would be up to drinking some.

Now that Stiles was tucked in and comfy, I didn't really have anything to do. I kind of just awkwardly stood next to the bed for a few minutes, making sure he wouldn't spontaneously get worse in the few minutes I possibly stepped away. After a few minutes of deliberation with myself, I finally decided there was no way in hell I was leaving, and plopped down in the chair Stiles had for his desk.

He got sick a few more times throughout the day/ night, but no matter what I was there, rubbing his back and looking after him. It wasn't that much work though, cause when he wasn't getting sick, Stiles was for the most part always out cold.

Other POV:

By the time Sheriff Stillinski finally got home around 9pm he was presented with the sight of his son and his girlfriend sprawled out together on Stiles' bed. It was obvious by the stench of sickness and Stiles' sickly appearance that he was ill so that just make the sight that much cuter. Noah quietly slid the door shut; it seemed like (Y/n) was doing just fine on her own.

A/n: Whooo sorry that took so long yall, I was in a stuck spot and we just also started a new semester in school so it's been packed and I just didn't have time. Well anyways, I hope y'all enjoyed it, leave me any other requests in the comments. I'm working on a couple of other teen wolf ones so if you have any ideas for those also leave those in the comments. Welp, BYEEE!!!

~Luna