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★ | 059. be there for you, teen wolf

Book: Male Reader Imagines, Multifandom
Chapter 59: Be There For You, Teen Wolf
Word Count: 1128

Well, he looks like shit, [name] thought as he looked down the hospital hallway to see Stiles Stilinski, bags were under his eyes, he looked like he hadn't slept in days.

[name] wouldn't exactly call them friends, they were more of enemies since [name] had been apart of the alpha pact but he wasn't with them anymore. He was trying to prove himself so he could join Scott's pack but Stiles didn't trust him and he's been told more then once that he would never be trusted.

Even though Stiles annoyed the hell out of him, he decided to try and be nice to him to get on his good side. Scott wouldn't allow him to join the pack if Stiles didn't want him to. Stiles was the only thing standing in his way. Everyone else had pretty much forgiven him but Stiles was a touch one to crack.

"Stiles, are you alright?" He asked as soon as he reached him. Stiles eyes darted around before they landed on him. Up close, he looked even worse. "I don't know." Stiles answered.

He began to sway on his feet and [name] widened his eyes, holding his arms out and getting ready to catch him if he needed to. "Dude, what's wrong with you?" He asked as Stiles tried to steady himself. "I haven't slept... in a couple days. There's something wrong with me."

He sounded helpless and his voice was rough as if he had been crying. [name] pursed his lips. "Look, how about you come back to my place. You can sleep there." He suggested and Stiles looked at him wide eyed. "What?" He asked.

"I'm not asking to have sex with you, calm down." [name] huffed, annoyed with the reaction he received. "I just thought that if you slept in a different room you might feel better. Then you wouldn't have to stare at your silly crime board all night."

"It's not silly!" Stiles exclaimed and crossed his arms. "Okay, sorry." [name] held up his hands in defence. "I know you don't like me nor trust me but I'm just trying to help. What's the worse thing that could happen for you staying over at my place."

"Oh, I don't know, you could kill me!" Stiles exclaimed and [name] gave him a blank expression. "For the love of - I'm not going to kill you. If I was going to, I would have done it already, trust me."

"Was that a threat?" Stiles questioned with narrowed eyes. "I'm not going to stand here and argue with you. If you don't want to come with me, fine and if you do, fine. I don't care either way." [name] was over dealing with this so he turned around and began to walk back down the hallway.

"Wait!" Stiles called and [name] stopped to turn around and look at him. "I'm coming with you."

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"Sorry about the mess?" [name] mumbled awkwardly as they walked into his run down apartment. He didn't have a lot of money so this was all he could afford. It did the job for himself and he never intended to have people over.

"It's okay, I don't mind." And that wasn't a lie. Stiles room was usually a mess so this didn't bother him. Besides, his eyes were droopy and he felt like he could pass out any second. "The bedroom is this way." [name] pointed out and lead Stiles to the door that had small cracks running down it.

"So... how are we going to do this?" Stiles questioned. There was only one bed. [name] shrugged and took his shirt and pants off, leaving him in only boxers before he jumped into bed. "I am not sleeping on that couch. It's a hundred years old and unless you want a bad back, I would suggest you don't either."

Stiles stood at the end of the bed awkwardly. "We're going to share the bed?" He questioned. [name] leaned up on his elbows and raised an eyebrow. "Is that a problem?" He asked.

"Nope. No problem, I guess." Stiles mumbled. He still didn't trust [name] and didn't exactly want to share a bed with him but he also wanted to try anything he could to get a good nights rest.

He got himself ready for bed and got in, staring up at the ceiling. [name] was on is side and facing away from him. Stiles didn't know if he hadn't fallen asleep yet. If he had, he was jealous. He was so tired but his mind was too active. He would close his eyes but nothing would happen. Sleep never came.

He sighed in frustration and began tossing and turning, hoping one of these positions would get him to sleep. It went on like this for a couple minutes and Stiles was just about to give up, thinking he was in for another night of no sleep.

[name] roughly turned over so he was facing Stiles who had his back facing him. Without a second thought he lifted his arm and put it over Stiles waist. "Stop moving." He demanded, feeling Stiles tense under his arms.

Stiles didn't know what to do. He was shocked but the feeling of [name] and his warmth was lulling him into a sense of comfort. He was being the little spoon to [name]'s big spoon and he never thought he would find the position so comfortable and... safe.

Stiles didn't push him off and when he felt [name] snuggle into his back more, he relaxed and closed his eyes. Sleep came quicker to him then it ever had before and for once, his dreams weren't filled with nightmares.

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Stiles woke up the next day surprised that for once he actually felt well rested. He opened his eyes, seeing he and [name] were still in the same position, only now [name] basically had his head dug into Stiles next and was softly snoring into his ear.

Ever so slowly, Stiles turned around in his hold to face him, now they were nose to nose and a still asleep [name] adjusted himself so he was still holding onto Stiles.

Stiles traced his face with his eyes, from his messy bed hair to the way his lips were slightly parted and the way his cheeks were lightly flushed pink. He was actually kind of beautiful and after what he had done for Stiles last night, maybe he wasn't as much as a bad guy as he thought.

His eyes moved to his lips and Stiles felt his face heat up. He gasped lightly and quickly darted his eyes away. Oh, god, I think I like him...