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Sheriff Cuddles

Jackson runs back up into his room, he can hear whimpering. Jackson knocks on The bathroom door "Stiles... He's gone now... You're safe now," his voice breaks, "Ok..." Stiles lets out between whimpers. Jackson waits a few seconds "Stiles can you let me in?" Jackson asks with no response, Jackson goes to his mother's bathroom and gets a bobby pin. He runs back into his room and inserts the bobby pin in the doorknob unlocking the door in seconds.

Jackson slowly opens up the door to find Stiles in the bathtub now sitting, cuddling his legs, and resting his chin on his knee. Stiles doesn't move, just looks at a frozen Jackson, Stiles' eyes are all red and puffy from crying so much... he looks broken. Jackson slowly walks toward the bathtub kneeling in front of Stiles so their face to face, he assumes after all of that he doesn't want to be touched so he places both hands on the rim of the bathtub. "Are you ok?" Jackson asked he rolls his eyes at himself for asking the dumbest question in the whole existence of dumb questions. Stiles doesn't respond, Jackson slowly reaches for Stiles' shoulder. He nods slowly waiting to see if it's ok to touch him, Stiles nods yes. "Umm... Let's go in the living room, and we can talk about what just happened." He offers, but Stiles shakes his head quickly "I can't" Stiles whimpers, now starting to cry again hiding his face in his knees. "Hey... Hey, that's alright" Jackson says rubbing his back trying to comfort him.

A couple minutes pass, "I suck at this" Jackson says making Stiles giggle for a second and then looks at Jackson. "But we eventually have to talk about it..." Jackson implies, "I know, it's just that..." Stiles try's to say without breaking his voice. Jackson waits a few seconds and places his hand gently on the broken boy's neck, and then with his thumb, he gently pets Stiles' upper neck. He leans in closer and wipes the tears off of Stiles chin, "It's just that... What?" Jackson acts melting Stiles. "I-I peed" Stiles admits looking down and revealing the wet spot on his pants, "Hey, it happens," Jackson said. Stiles smiles "Why are you being so sweet to me?" He asks, "Because I want you to know that you're not worthless, and your worth me blowing my douchebag cover," Jackson says with a smile.

Jackson picks up Stiles, he wraps his right arm over Jackson's shoulder and his left under Jackson's left arm. Jackson cradled Stiles' neck whilst carrying him wedding style ignoring the pee, Stiles looks up at Jackson with big doe eyes. Jackson smiles and places Stiles face underneath his left armpit, Stiles then balls his heart out gripping Jackson tighter. It caught Jackson by surprise, he didn't think someone could cry so hard.

Jackson carried him downstairs and sits on the couch, they stay there for ten minutes before his crying slows. After he was done he sat up leaning his head on Jackson's shoulder, "I need to run to the house and shower, then I'll come back." Stiles admits not wanting to leave. "Nonsense... You can shower here" Jackson says with a 'duh' expression. "But I need new clothes..." Stiles cries, Jackson runs his hand through Stiles hair "borrow mine" Jackson offers. Stiles smiles and kisses Jackson's cheek, he looked to see his response. He was expecting a 'Woah Dude! I'm not a faggot!' And him getting punched. But that surprisingly didn't happen, Jackson smiles back, but his eyes glow pink, "Why are your eyes pink?" Stiles asks tilting his head. Jackson coughs uncomfortably and begins to tell Stiles he's his mate, "Uuh... I... I think it's a side effect of being sick?" Jackson lies, trying to play it off. Stiles just shrugs

Stile's POV
"Um... Can I have some clothes?" I asked, "of course, wait here and I'll go fetch you something," Jackson said with a 'duh' expression. He gets up and starts to walk upstairs, I quickly follow locking my arm with his and he stops and stares at me in confusion. "I-I don't want to be alone" I stutter, he just nods, smiles, and messes up my quiff. He hands me a huge burgundy school hoodie that was big on him, some plaid boxers, and some grey sweatpants with elastic bottoms for the legs. I thank him and then take my shower. "Jackson!?" I run out, Jackson runs back in the room "what's wrong" he asked with worry. "Can you guard the door?" I ask staring at my feet, playing with the hem of my shirt. Jackson shuts the door behind him, and then he grins at me before locking. It I return the grin before I shut the bathroom door, locking it behind me. "Stiles... You don't have to do that, I'm here, and I'll rip anyone's throat out if they try to get to you!" Jackson assures me, I unlock the door with a smile. I turn on the shower and step in.

I took a hot shower, it fogged up all of the mirrors. Dried my hair and then got dressed, I look ridiculous for all the oversized clothing. I brush my hair it now goes just below my eyeball, I've never had my hair this long before. I didn't realize it was so long until now because I always have it in a quiff. I open the door slowly scanning the room for Peter, and I couldn't find him. I can't even find Jackson, and then I sigh when I see the door wide open leading to the stairs. 'Why would I believe him' I think before Jackson runs up behind me tackling me down on the floor.

Jackson POV
I tackle Stiles and then I get up, just enough for me to turn around Stiles so he was facing me. He looked like he was about to cry, "Who are you and what did you do to Stiles" I joked, I tilt me head sideways giving Stiles a goofy smile. "What are you talking about!?" Stiles stuttered out confused. "I said, who are you and what did you do with Stiles!" I ask using a deeper voice, but he still doesn't catch on. I feel him relax his body, tilting his head, furrowing his eyebrows, and folding his arms. I sigh and pierce my lips looking at my bed and then back into his eyes, "You know, I really was refraining from doing this, but you made me.". "... Sheriff Cuddles, I need back up" I lean on my elbow cupping my hand over my mouth, acting like I was using a walkie-talkie.

Stiles squeals in excitement clapping his hand and slapping me playfully on the chest. I look both ways and pull a medium sized cat stuffed animal wearing a sheriff's uniform, this was the toy I had in 2nd grade for nap time. Stiles always lost his stuffed bears would want Sheriff Cuddles to sleep with, but I would always say 'No! Find you own you toy slut'. I tilt my head and smile as I wiggle Sheriff Cuddles by my head, he grabs it wand snuggles with it. "Sheriff Cuddles and I have gone through a lot together, so I want you to take good care of him. If you cuddle with him he will make you feel better instantly" I inform him.

He stops cuddling Sheriff Cuddles and looks at me with tears welling up in his eyes, throws his arms around my neck shortly after wedging his head in the crease of my neck. I hear him softly whimpering, "thank you" he chokes out. I roll over placing him so he doesn't slip off of me, and then I squeeze the small of his back. He removed his hands from my neck and placed them on my chest, he lifted up and moved his head on the opposite side of where he was. Then he cried, I could feel the tears sliding down my neck. My eyelids clench together as tears fall from my eyes, I haven't cried since I broke my foot in 6th grade. "I-I I'm so so sorry, Stiles, I'm sorry this happened to you and I couldn't stop it-" I stutter out before Stiles shushes me, "You couldn't have stopped him, he had you handcuffed." Stiles runs his hand through my hair. "Yeah... But I" I choked out and then he darts his head up glaring at me, "No buts mister, it wasn't something you could do," Stiles said with a low-country accent sitting Sheriff Cuddles on my face. I laugh as sheriff cuddles fell off of my face, and Stiles rest his head on my chest and giggles. It was the most adorable giggle I have ever heard, it sounds like 'tehehe'. My eyes turn pink, and then my stomach growls. "Let's go eat.." Stiles looks up at me and sees my eyes again,"Are you feeling any better, I forgot you were sick" he asked concerned. " I feel better," I say fake coughing into the back of my hand and then yawning. He lightly slaps my chest as I arch my back, startling me. I place my hands underneath his armpits and start tickling him, he begins squirming and giggling his adorable 'tehehes'. I stop tickling after ten seconds and pick up, gripping under his armpits picking up Stiles. In a British accent "Let's eat SHA-ll we Sir. Sheriff Cuddles?" I say looking at Sheriff Cuddles and then back at Stiles. He gives me the biggest grin and wraps his legs around my waist, I scream, "Off we go!" And pull Stiles head on my shoulder and sprint to the kitchen.

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