Teen Wolf Imagines

Safe place

Summary: Stiles isn't really himself lately, but he knows a person who will take him the way he is.

Being a banshee was not an easy task. Being lured towards dead bodies was something you definitely did not enjoy doing. But you knew that this is who you were now, and you had no choice but to accept that.

Beacon Hills had recently turned into a sight for supernatural chaos, starting with Peter Hale turning your friend Scott McCall, while the Argent hunters returned, which led to a series of deaths happen in a span of 2 years, which recently included your classmate Erica and your chemistry teacher.

Things had been weird this year. First the alpha pack, then the oni, drama always seemed to find you and your friends. The most affected were probably Scott and his best friend, Stiles. Who also happened to be your whatever-he-was. Stiles was a lot more quieter now, and that was definitely a sign of something being wrong.

The sound of a knock jolted you awake from your peaceful slumber, and you got up from the bed to see Stiles at your window.

The brunette was soaked completely due to the storm outside, he was shivering from the cold outside, while motioning for you to open your glass window and let him in. You turned the lights of your room on walked towards the boy, unlocking the window and pushing it up, before Stiles jumped into your room.

“It's two in the morning, Stiles. What are you even doing here?” you mumbled out, rubbing your eyes sleepily. “Couldn't sleep.” he answered shortly, making you groan. He looked around in your room and over your walls, seeing the photos and paintings that hung on them. There were several pictures of you with him, smiling happily at the camera and being peacefully oblivious to the supernatural world that would soon cloud your lives.

“Does your father know that you're not home?” you questioned, and he shook his head at your words, his eyes going back to your walls.

“Stiles, I don't know what you're doing here, but you need yo dry yourself up. Wait a minute, I'll get you a towel and some clothes,” you said, before walking to your closet and taking out one of his hoodies and a fresh towel.

As you handed him the clothes, he looked up at you for the first time for the day. There were eyebags surround his eyes, which were almost buried inside his skull by now, and all the colour had flushed away from his skin, leaving him pale and dull. His lips were chapped heavily, and it looked like he was too cold.

“Thank you,” he answered, before you sighed, sitting him on the bed, and wrapping the towel around his wet head.

“What did you do to yourself? Are you even eating?” you asked drying his hair with the towel. “Yeah, of course I am,” he breathed, as your fingers slightly massaged his scalp. It was a warmth he had been missing for a long time. After getting resurrected, and having nightmares almost every night, Stiles waited for a feeling that reminded him of old times.

“This feels good.” he muttered around your chest and a you continued pressing your fingers lightly around his head, as a small smile lingered around your face.

“I know.”

Stiles instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist, and you almost tried to push him off, before remembering how he had missed days of sleep and he was shivering. You let him continue his actions, before removing the towel from his head, having dried his hair completely.

“Alright, go wear this fresh pair of clothes, I'll wait outside,” you told him, and he hummed at your words.

You walked out of the room, letting Stiles change out of his wet clothes. After a few minutes, you went back to the room, only to find Stiles wearing his old hoodie and sweats, passed out on your bed. You softly smiled at him, before pulling the covers on him and adjusting his head on the pillow. You got into bed with him, pulling up the sheets over your face, turning the lights out and waiting for sleep overtake your body.

As you finally passed out, Stiles took the liberty to wake up and turn your phone off, before lifting you up in his arms, and taking you to the sewers, knowing it would lure Scott McCall and the rest of his pack there.

Word count: 757