Stiles Stilinski x reader

Werewolf flu and mission impossible

I groan, pulling my blankets up closer to my face. I feel like shit. There's no other way to say it.
The long weekend out with Stiles was amazing but I've caught a virus or something...I guess from sleeping in the woods...
My mom walks in and crouches at my bedside.
"Hey beautiful, I can already tell you're sick as a dog so I want you to stay home today alright? Your father and I have to go to the neighbours place to help them out with a few things before we leave for work. But if you need me I'm just a call away sweetie!
I hope you feel better soon" she says soothingly, kissing my forehead before walking out.
I rub my eyes and groggily sit up, my head throbbing already. Ugh I hate being sick. I hate it with a passion.
Wait a second...I thought werewolves couldn't get sick?!! Why am I sick?!
I let out a horrible sounding cough and sigh. Maybe I have werewolf flu?

I lean over and grab the glass of water on my bedside table as well as a headache tablet. I quickly down some water along with the tablet.
Today officially sucks.

------STILES POV------

I walk into the school gates and am greeted by a concerned looking Scott.

"Dude have you heard from Y/N today?" He asks looking worried. My eyes grow wide and I frantically scramble to get my phone out my pocket. I haven't heard anything from her since I dropped her home last night!!
I quickly click her contact and call her up, my heart rate increasing. I'm worried now.
"Hey Sti-" Y/N starts to answer but is cut off by a coughing fit.
"Aww Y/N you're sick! Oh man this is my fault I'm coming over okay? Okay. Don't bother arguing there's no choice. I'll see you in ten" I say quickly before hanging up.
"Sick? Stiles werewolves can't get sick!" Scott blurts out and I freeze in place.
...werewolves can't get sick...but y/n is sick...
"...maybe it's werewolf flu! I don't know man but I'm gonna head over there okay? I'll catch you later" I say before dashing back out to my car.

--------Y/N POV---------

I groan as I plop my phone back down on the table after Stiles hangs up.
He's adorable coming over to care for me, but I really don't want him to get sick from me...
I hear his car pull up out the front and then the doorbell chiming.
I slowly slide out of bed, dragging the blanket with me wrapped up around me like a cape.
I trudge over and open the door, managing a small smile at my boyfriend.
"Heh you look like a cute little caterpillar" he says, walking in behind me as I make a b-line for my den.
"Than-" I start but sneeze halfway through.
"Thankyou" I repeat and he smiles, plonking down on the couch beside me.
I sniffle a little and he hands me a tissue out of nowhere. I raise an eyebrow but gratefully take it, deciding not to bother asking where it came from.

"Okay so, I stopped at home first and picked up these, aaaaand also this...and this too" he says pulling stuff out his bag.
I smile as he sets down every movie in the series of mission impossible movies as well as a ton of candy. He then pulls out a small stuffed toy wolf and hands it to me with the cutest smile.
My heart melts as I take the small you and cuddle it.
"Awww Stiles you're the best boyfriend ever" I say, my voice slightly croaky as I'm kind of slowly losing it.
"Only cause I have the best girlfriend" he replies and I giggle before coughing again. Stiles frowns and gently rubs my back...which surprisingly makes me feel better.
"My poor little sick wolfie" he says quietly.
He then gets up and puts in the first movie before turning on the TV and sitting back down beside me. I smile at him and he puts an arm around me.
Soon I'm caught up in the movie, cuddled right up to Stiles under my blanket.
The second movie finished and Stiles pauses it.
"Awwh" I mumble quietly and he chuckles.
"You know something y/n, before you said yes to being my girlfriend...I thought being with you would be mission impossible...but turns out...nothing's impossible when I'm with you" he says smiling and I blush, burying my face in his shoulder. I nuzzle into his warmth but quickly back up, making a weird looking face.
"...what?..Did...did I say something wrong?" Stiles asks looking concerned.
I sneeze once, twice, three times in a row before awkwardly smiling at him, rubbing my nose a little.
"Ah....sneeze face" he says and I laugh a little...well...as best I can anyways.

We resume the movies, occasionally snacking on reeses pieces and gummy bears.
(( I actually loooove reeses pieces...now I want some! XD ))
Four movies in and I'm snoring lightly, my head rested on Stiles shoulder and arms wrapped around him.
The movie keeps playing but we're both out to the world, asleep in each others arms. I occasionally sit up and cough a little, somehow without waking up.

Unknowingly my parents walk back in to check on me. They see the two of us fast asleep oh the couch and smile at each other. My parents take sneaky pictures and 'aww' at us before leaving for work, not wanting to disturb us.