3:09am [A Stiles Stilinski One Shot]

*This one shot takes place between seasons 3a and 3b* (This is my first one shot so it might suck........I appreciate constructive criticism)

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You woke up hearing the sound of a keyboard tapping away.

"Stiles what the hell are you doing?" You say with a sleepy yet frustrated tone.

"I couldn't sleep." He say says turning his swivel char around.

"What else is new?" you mumble to yourself. He gets up from his desk and brings his laptop over to the bed.

"Did you know that lycanthrope is originally a Greek word?" Stiles says kissing you on the forehead.

"Stiles why are you telling me this at 3:09 in the morning?" He laughs a little.

"You were the one who was just asking me what the hell I was doing." He teases. He sits back at his desk.

"Stiles come back to bed." You say crashing your head onto your pillow.

"Ugh fine." Stiles says closing his laptop and literally jumping into bed with you. He wraps his arms around you and takes the position of the big spoon. His body is warm and smells like deodorant. His smell, his touch comforts you. You're not scared or stressed or in desperate need of being comforted, just being with him feels like home. You feel his steady breathing on the back of your neck. You turn around to face him. He brings his hand up to your face and touches your cheek. He leans forward and softly kisses you. You smile. Things are peaceful. After fighting an Alpha, a Kanima, and an Alpha pack its been difficult to finally find some peace. But then Stiles' phone rings.

"Ah shit." Stiles mumbles. "It's Scott." He say with a hint of worry in his voice. "Hey man what's up." he asks carefully. There's a long pause. "Okay I'll be there soon." Stiles puts down the phone.

"Whats wrong?" you ask cautiously.

"It's Isaac, he's missing." Stiles says racing around the room putting on his shoes. You then get up and attempt to find your shoes in the mess of Stiles' room.

"Woah no you're not coming.' Stiles says grabbing your arm.

"What the hell? Why not!?" He loosens his grip on your arm.

"(Y/N) I don't know if this is gonna be dangerous or not and I can't risk you getting hurt."

"Stiles do you not remember when I fought a Kanima and an Alpha pack!"

"Yeah and you barely made it out alive! You can't come!" The poison in his voice surprises both of you. He turns around and paces around the room.

"(Y/N) I'm sorry but I can't risk you getting hurt okay?" He strokes your hair and kisses you on the forehead.

"Stiles I'm gonna be fine I promise." You walk out he bedroom door.

"Ugh (Y/N)!"