Tomorrow Will Be A Better Day (Stiles Stilinski Imagine) - Requested
Prompt: You comfort Stiles after his argument with Scott. Based off this post.
A/N: I really wanted to write something about this, but it turned out shorter than I wanted it to.
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I was standing in front of Stiles’ front door. After ringing the doorbell three times, nobody has opened the door. The rain had finally stopped after an hour. He should be home, because his Jeep is standing in the driveway. I knocked twice and yelled his name, but still no answer. So I grabbed the hidden key, which they hid in the flower pot next to the door. Before opening the door, I brushed the soil off the key. “Stiles?” I yelled, but I didn’t get an answer. All the lights in the house were turned off, except from the one that was in Stiles’ room. I silently made my way to his room and opened the door.
And there he was, sitting on his bed with his head in his hands, completely soaked from the rain. “Oh, hey Y/N.” He said without even looking at me. I sat down next to him. “I just wanted to check on you, because you weren’t at the pack meeting tonight. Actually, why weren’t you there?” I asked, but I got no answer, just a deep sigh. Then I noticed that he had pulled everything from his board. No papers, no pictures, no red tape. Nothing.
“Are you going to tell me what happened or not?” Stiles turned his head, his gaze meeting mine. He had been crying, probably not that much, but his red eyes spoke a thousand words. “Do you trust me?” He stuttered. I grabbed his right hand and held it between my own hands. “Of course I trust you Stiles, you’re one of my best friends.” A tiny smile appeared on Stiles’ face, but quickly faded. “So if I told you I killed Donovan out of self-defense, you would believe me?” I bit my lower lip, before I nodded. “I know you would never kill someone on purpose.” He nodded. “Is it true, did you kill him?” I asked and he nodded again. “I didn’t have a choice, Y/N. He was going to eat my legs and then it just happened.” I could hear he was on the verge of tears. “And the worst part is that Scott doesn’t believe me. We had an argument right before the pack meeting started, outside the animal clinic.” A tear rolled down his left cheek and I brushed it away with my thumb. “Hey, Scott might not even know what he was doing. I mean, he’s busy with saving people’s lives, Kira left and he also has to make sure his friends are okay.” I assured him and placed my hand on his right shoulder, but he cringed. “Can I look?” Stiles nodded and I gently pushed away the fabric of his sweater, showing a mark on his skin. “Donovan was a Wendigo?” “Yeah.”
I totally forgot that he was still wet. “Why don’t you go take a shower and I’ll grab some food, okay?” He nodded and made his way to his bathroom. When I heard him turning on the shower, I made my way to the kitchen, grabbing the most unhealthy snacks I could find. After putting them in bowls, I climbed back up the stairs. As I was placing the bowls on the ground, Stiles walked into his room. “You could’ve worn at least a shirt.” I said as my eyes watched him up and down. He turned around to grab some clothes. “Don’t you like what you see?” He joked, probably feeling a little better after taking a nice and warm shower. But he was right, I do like what I see. His muscles flexing when he searched through the closet, his damp hair leaving drops of water on his body, and don’t even let me start with his ass, damn- “Y/N?” I shook my head, getting the thoughts of him out of my head “What?” “I just asked you if we could go to bed. I’m just really tired and it’s pretty late anyway.” I nodded and walked to his bedroom door. “What are you going to do?” Stiles asked. “I wanted to sleep on the couch.” “Can you stay with me?” “Do you really want me to? My clothes are still a bit damp and-” His brown puppy eyes were looking at me, almost pleading me to lie down next to him. “You can grab one of my shirts.” I rolled my eyes and smiled, walking over to his closet to grab a gray shirt. I took of my wet clothes, not even bothered by the fact that Stiles was staring at me. I mean, we’ve been friends since kindergarten. I climbed into his bed and he placed the covers over my body. Stiles placed his head on my chest and his arm snaked around my waist. My hand tangled itself in his hair and softly tugged on it. Mumbles left his lips as he snuggled himself against my body. “Tomorrow will be a better day, I promise.” I guess he didn’t hear what I said, because when I looked down, his mouth was slightly opened and soft snores were coming from the boy I loved the most.
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