Stiles Stilinski x Fem!reader

Part 8

"Mis!" I called out as I walked downstairs. "Mis! You here?!" I poked my head into the dining room and found Mr Stilinski sat at the table surrounded by case files, Stiles stood at the table with his back to the door. "Mis?" Stiles turned around a little and sent me a sad smile. "What's wrong?" My hand rubbed over his shoulder in a comforting way.

"It's nothing..." I noticed the bottle of Jack Daniels sat on the table and took it, setting it back on the counter in the kitchen.

"Take your dad upstairs." I said quietly, pulling the files into the right folders and starting to clean up. "I'll clean up in here, just make sure he's okay." Stiles carefully pulled his dad to stand up as I continued to pull files together, glimpsing at what they were about. The Hale house fire...I read through some of the pages and saw the people who Peter had attacked were all somehow linked to the fire or arson.

Stiles came back into the dining room and noticed me reading through the files.
"Everything okay?" I nodded slightly.

"The spirals. Peter's getting revenge on anyone he thinks could've been related to the fire..." Stiles gently pulled me away from the table and wrapped an arm around my waist to then take me upstairs.

"Come on, we should probably get you to bed."

A soft smile crossed my lips as Stiles took me upstairs. He gently pushed open my door and guided me to my bed, moving the covers of the double bed and letting me shuffle under them since I was already in my pyjamas. As Stiles headed toward the door, something I said stopped him.

"Stiles." His head whipped around at my use of his name, seeing as I only used it for certain reasons, it was strange for me to say it randomly like this. "Stay with me tonight?" He looked at me and then the door, quietly shutting it before rounding the other side of my bed and pulling his button up off, leaving him in a t-shirt and jeans as I cuddled up to him. "Thank you." I placed a sweet kiss to his cheek as his arm sat under my head around my shoulders, his other hand under his own head as he stared at the ceiling.
In the middle of the night, after Stiles had dozed off, I had woken up and grabbed his shirt from the floor, slipping it on before curling back up to my best friend and going to sleep. In his sleep, Stiles had cuddled into me enough that one of my legs was comfortably sat between his own as he lay on his back, his one arm around my waist to keep the majority of my body on his while the other was still tucked behind his head, my head tucked into his neck as I slept on my stomach, one hand on the other side of his neck/resting on his shoulder while the other was tucked under the pillow.

Waking up for school the next day has never been weirder. Mr Stilinski had gone to get Stiles up, only to find his room empty, so he continued on to my room and found the two of us cuddled up. Stiles was on his side, one of my legs between his while the other was pretty much on his hip, his arms tightly wrapped around my waist while mine were over his shoulders, my finger unconsciously brushing over his hair. A soft knock on the door was all it took to wake the two of us and cause us to awkwardly part.

"Good morning." I rolled over a little, still in Stiles' shirt, to see Mr Stilinski. "Come on, school." I nodded as Stiles got out of the bed and followed his dad out of the room to head to his own room. I slid out of bed and headed over to my closest, grabbing a pair of skinny jeans and a crop top before heading to the bathroom to continue getting ready.
A knock sounded on the door of the bathroom just as I was finishing up with my hair.

"You almost done?" It was Stiles. I checked my phone and noticed the time, it was almost time to leave.

"Uh, yeah. Hey Mis?" The name slipped from my lips without realising it, that's how much I said it. There was a moment of silence.

"Yeah?"

"I'm gonna take one of the bikes today, so go ahead without me." Yet another few seconds of silence.