Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Rest

I watch Stiles as he tries to keep his eyes open. His hand rests under his chin and his elbow on the desk, keeping his head up.

I sigh before poking him. He jumps, eyes wide as he looks at me. I lift an eyebrow in question and he lets out a nervous chuckle.

"How much sleep did you get last night?" I ask quietly when I notice Coach isn't paying attention.

Stiles shrugs, looking down at his fidgeting hands. He lifts his head and notices me give him a look and he sighs. "Like, two hours."

I raise my eyebrows in surprise. "Why?"

"Research." He mutters.

Definitely not research. He'd be telling me all sorts of facts right now.

I sigh. "I'm taking you home after class." I get out my phone and text my mom.

I'm leaving school after class, Stiles needs me.

His head shoots over to look at me. "No, I can drive. Plus, I'm fine. Totally not tired." He sits up straight, trying to prove to me that he's not about to pass out at his desk.

"You are not driving when you can barely keep your eyes open." I hiss at him.

"She's right, Stiles." Scott says, turning around in his chair to look at him. "You need sleep."

"Are you guys seriously ganging up on me right now?" Stiles leans back, crossing his arms. We shrug. "I can't." Stiles whispers, looking everywhere but at us. Scott and I give him a sad look.

"I'll help you. I know some tricks." I give Stiles's arms comforting touch.

He rubs his eyes. "Fine."

•••

Stiles unlocks the front door and walks into his house with me following. He shuts and locks the door once we're both in and puts his keys on the little side table. He starts making his way up to his room.

Once we get in his room, he sits on the edge of the bed. He rests his elbows on his knees and puts his face in his hands. I carefully sit next to him.

"Want to talk about it?" I ask quietly.

Stiles runs his hands down his face. "My brain just doesn't shut up. With all these supernatural creatures roaming around the town, it's kinda hard to not think about getting mauled in my sleep. Feeling like something is about to go wrong or..." He gulps. "..or feeling scared constantly isn't fun."

I nod in understanding. "I get. I'm scared too, hard not to be. And it's okay, it's what keeps us alive." I take his hand and give it a comforting squeeze. I see him relax. "But you have to remember, your dad has a gun. Scott can probably tell when something's wrong, even Lydia can. No one is going to let anything happen to you." Stiles wipes away a tear that escaped. "Just call me if you can't sleep or if you're scared, okay? I don't want you to feel alone in this, because you're not."

He nods and I quickly pull him into a hug. His arms tighten around me and he nuzzles his head in my neck.

After a few seconds, he lets go, wiping away his tears. He clears his throat and looks at his bed. "I think I'm going to try to get some sleep."

He takes off his shoes before climbing in his sheets.

I turn to leave but his voice stops me. "Can you stay? Please?"

I look into his pleading eyes before giving a small nod. He scoots over and I get into the sheets with him. He lifts his arm and I set my head on his chest. He rests his arm on me.

"Thank you." I hear him quietly say.

I give small smile. "I'll always be here for you."

A couple minutes pass and his snores fill the silence. My eyes start drifting closed, my mind at peace knowing he's asleep.

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