roscoe ; stiles stilinski

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As Stiles drifted in and out of sleep early in the morning, he heard his name being called but all he could do was mumble incoherently as he was still asleep.

"Stiles?"

He nearly rolled off of the couch as he tried to ignore the voice calling his name, his eyes darted open as he stopped himself from falling.

"Stiles?" He could hear the voice much clearer now, it was Rose.

"Huh? What?" He mumbled as he looked around, only to find her standing in front of him covered in a black substance, seemingly coming from her nose as it covered her mouth and the t-shirt he'd lent her, "oh my—"

He sat upright and stood up, rushing over to her, "what happened?"

"I- I woke up a-and I was covered in this." She stuttered as she looked down.

Stiles squinted at the substance, it didn't look like blood, yet he had no idea what else it could be.

"It's okay... lets go and get you cleaned up, okay? Then we can figure this out." He said softly, guiding her back upstairs.

He sat her down on the bed as he grabbed a web flannel from his bathroom, he crouched down in front of her and began to wipe away the substance gently.

As he cleaned the substance from her skin, he noticed she was staring at him with her hazel brown eyes, he could see the golden specks that surrounded her irises. For a moment he was lost in them before she looked away.

Stiles stood up and went to grab her a clean t-shirt of his, "here, put this on."

Rose took it slowly before heading into the bathroom, she closed the door slightly but Stiles could still see her reflection in the mirror, "oh, um, I'm just gonna be downstairs, okay? I'll see you in the morning."

He headed to the stairs, ready to go back to sleep on the couch, but then he realised he shouldn't leave her when she's vulnerable. Instead he waited outside of his room for her.

When he heard her footsteps across his creaky wooden floor he opened the door slowly, "uh, hey."

"Hi." Rose said quietly.

"So... I didn't really want to leave you tonight." Stiles admitted bashfully.

"You didn't?" Rose asked, looking over at him hopefully.

"No..." he replied, stepping into his room slowly.

"Oh... okay," Rose said, she glanced at the empty space next to her as she lay down on the bed, "did you want to... sleep here?"

"Only if you want me to, I just didn't want you to be alone if it happens again." He said quietly.

Rose pulled back the duvet next to her, gesturing for him to join her. He lay down slowly, leaving enough space between them.

He lay on his back, his arms either side of him as he stared up at his ceiling. Rose did the same for a while until she shivered involuntarily due to how cold she was.

Stiles turned to face her, "are you cold?"

"Yes." She admitted.

He hesitated for a moment before scooting closer to her, wrapping his arms around her and engulfing her in his warmth.

"Better?" He asked after a few minutes.

Rose nodded, too tired to reply.

Instead of letting go, he kept his arms wrapped around her as they fell asleep together, her slight body fitting against his perfectly.