TEEN WOLF IMAGINES

CUDDLES, s. stilinski

Stiles and Maya sat in the former's room, working on clues for the pack. Maya sighed tiredly before glancing over to her boyfriend, who was drooped over a file. She smiled slightly, standing up from her seat at his desk. Maya gently grabbed Stiles's arm, draping it over her shoulder. She hoisted him up, helping the half-asleep boy to his bed.

She tucked the covers over his chin before pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. He had been stressing over everything going on recently, and she was glad that he would finally be getting some sleep. As Maya attempted to step away from Stiles to leave, his hand reached out, grabbing her wrist softly.

"Stay," he mumbled, his eyes still closed. Maya chuckled, climbing into the bed beside him. She knew that he couldn't fall asleep unless he was in the middle of his bed, so she allowed him to have his space. His arms wrapped around her waist, bringing her closer to his body. Her hands found their way to the back of his head, playing with his hair comfortingly. Stiles hummed in satisfaction, making Maya smile against the top of his head.

After a few minutes, Maya found herself falling slowly into a peaceful slumber.

Noah Stilinski poked his head into his son's room to check on him, only to find him asleep in Maya's arms. He smiled at the sight, knowing that cuddling always helped him fall asleep. Noah clicked off the light, slowly closing the door. Just as it was about to click shut, he heard a faint voice.

"'Night, Sheriff," Maya mumbled quietly. Noah chuckled to himself, making his way down the hallway.