Stiles Stilinski Imagines {ON HOLD}

The Second Day

Buried under the duvet was currently where you wanted to stay. It was a safe place away from the busy lives of those in Beacon Hills, the perfect hideaway. Of course, it couldn't keep you safe from everything forever. Especially not the stabbing pains in your stomach which ranged in intensity every five damn minutes.

Whoever thought giving women periods was a good idea needed shooting. In the head. Multiple times.

You'd been left home alone, your parents using your cycle as a good excuse to go out. We don't want to disturb you, dear. We know how hard the second day is for you.

Yeah, of course you do.

So, naturally, the sound of the front door opening came as a surprise. Whoever it was came bounding up the stairs, and you buried yourself further under your covers for protection. You know, just in case the mysterious intruder was here to murder you.

"That bad, huh?"

Recognising the familiar voice, you peered over the edge of the duvet, sighing in relief when you saw Stiles standing there, his arm slung over the door.

"How did you get in?"

"Oh, it's nice to see you too."

The glare he earned from you was enough to make him answer.

"Your mom told me where you guys keep the spare key. Under the doormat, seriously? That's how people get burgled in movies."

You would have laughed if it didn't hurt so much.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but why are you here?"

Stiles walked over the bed, nudging you over slightly before kicking off his shoes and making himself comfortable. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling your head to his chest, and letting you snuggle into him. You sighed. Stiles Stilinski was a much better comfort blanket than anything the duvet had to offer.

"Y/N. As your boyfriend, it is my obligation to make sure that you are taken care of any time you're ill. And that includes periods. Especially on the second day. That's just the worst."

You smiled into him. How in the hell did you end up with him?

"Well, thanks," you noticed the bag on the floor next to him, "what did you bring?"

Stiles smiled, kissing the top of your head before reaching down to lift the bag from the carpeted floor and spilling the contents on the bed. It was a heap of what seemed to be random items, but you were sure Stiles had made sure each had its own good intention.

He began to go through them, giving an explanation for each in true Stiles Stilinski fashion.

"Pillows, always great for cuddling, I mean, when you don't have me around. Blankets, for hiding under when we watch one of those crappy horror movies later. Crappy horror movies to make us both laugh. Crappy rom-coms, well, you just seem to like them."

"Love Actually is not a crappy movie. And 50 First Dates is the cutest thing."

"Yeah, right. Star Wars for me when you fall asleep, which you will inevitably do after eating all this ice-cream. Ice-cream because apparently it makes girls feel better, or is that for after break ups? Never mind, ice-cream still makes you feel good. Chocolate, because if it makes Harry feel better after a Dementor attack, it'll make you feel wonderful. And I think that's it," Stiles beamed down at you, an expression that warmed your heart at how proud he seemed to be taking care of you.

But then you noticed that he hadn't finished his list.

"Stiles, did you buy me sanitary products?"

The red tinge to his cheeks almost made you forget the aching pain in your stomach, and as he fumbled for words you took his cheeks in your hands.

"That's so sweet, Stilinski", you placed a kiss to his lips as his hands found your waist. Pulling away, you took the bar of chocolate from his lap and grabbed your laptop, ready for a movie.

As you put Love Actually on, Stiles' lips once again found the top of your head. Leaning back into him, you began to think how maybe the second day of your period wasn't going to be as bad as you thought.

"You know, I didn't actually buy those. That sanitary stuff, I mean. I made Scott do it. You should've seen his face."

You laughed, wishing you had been there to see the two boys fussing about at the store the day Stiles had decided to go shopping for you. You reached up to kiss your boyfriend's cheek before pressing play on the title screen currently occupying the laptop.

Stiles braced himself for the movie. As much as he loved you, he was hoping you'd fall asleep soon.

He really wanted to watch Star Wars.

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