Dylan O'Brien Short Stories

Stiles || • cute/fluff

Sleepless nights weren't unusual for you, being a part of the McCall pack and protecting Beacon Hills and all, but you'd really been hoping for just one night—maybe even just a few precious hours—of good sleep, just this once.

You'd been up most of the night helping Lydia and Malia try to crack the deadpool, and by the time you got home you were utterly and completely exhausted. All you wanted to do was curl up into a ball and fall asleep in your nice, inviting bed, but the second you flopped onto your bed, your phone rang, causing you to let out a strangled groan.

"Hello?" You sighed, pressing your phone to your ear.

"Hey, Y/N, I'm working on the case right now and I could really use your help on it. D'you mind swinging by and letting me bounce my ideas off you?" Stiles' hopeful voice sounded through the speaker, and as much as you wanted to pass out, you could never say no to your boyfriend.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a few." You agreed, stifling a yawn.

"Awesome, love you!" He chirped. "See ya soon, babe." With that, Stiles hung up, leaving you to stare at your lockscreen.

It was a picture that Scott had taken of you and Stiles one day while the two of you were brainstorming a different case. You were at Stiles' crime board stringing some papers together with his arms wrapped around your waist, and he was looking at you like you were his world.

God, he was lucky he was so cute.

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You were at Stiles' house in no time, and soon enough, you were standing in front of his crime board, hands on your hips as you surveyed his work, while he was perched at the edge of his bed waiting for you to finish up so he could gauge your reaction.

"Stiles, this doesn't make any sense. Why is Theo a suspect?" You asked, turning to raise an eyebrow at him.

"Because he's suspicious."

"He hasn't done anything."

"Yet!" Stiles exclaimed, shooting to his feet and coming to stand beside you. You shot him a pointed look, to which he let out an exaggerated huff. "He's sketchy, Y/N. Trust me. I just—I have a feeling."

You sighed, flopping onto Stiles' bed. "What else do you have?"

"I thought you'd never ask." He grinned, proceeding to launch into a wild explanation of his entire board. You managed to catch the first few minutes of his frantic tangent, but as soon as you curled up to make yourself more comfortable, you were out like a light. So when he finished up, taking a step back to look over his work, he didn't know you'd fallen asleep. "Alright, babe, what do you think? Does my theory make sense?" No response. "Babe? Y/N, did you—oh." He paused mid sentence when he turned to see you fast asleep with your cheek pressed to his favorite pillow.

A pang of guilt went through him as he caught sight of the time, because he honestly didn't mean to keep you all night.

Setting his dry erase marker back down on his desk, Stiles crawled into bed next to you, looping an arm around your waist and gently tucking himself close.

"Stiles?" You murmured, stirring awake in your sleepy haze.

"Go back to sleep, baby. I'm sorry for keeping you up all night." He whispered, pressing a kiss to your hair.

"S'okay. Good theories."

"I love you."

"Love you too, Stilinski." You yawned, slipping back into a comfortable sleep. The sun was starting to rise, and you were probably going to have to wake up soon to make it to school on time, but you were going to savor as much of this peaceful time with Stiles as you could.

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