[teen wolf imagines & headcanons]
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GLANCING WEARILY OVER at the raging red numbers illuminating from Stiles' bedside alarm clock, you begrudgingly took note of the blinding 4:23 am that taunted you. You couldn't help the lazy attempt to stifle the yawn escaping past your lips as you tried desperately to keep up with Stiles' frantic handwriting and copious amounts of red string.
You had spent all of the previous night awake and busy with Malia as the two of you tried to help Lydia crack the code to the deadpool. You told yourself earlier that morning that you would let yourself sleep all throughout the night from when the sun went down to when it rose again hours later but when the blaring sound of your ringtone infiltrated your sleep and Stiles' ringer flashed upon your phone screen near around midnight, you couldn't not answer.
"Hey gorgeous, I think I'm onto something about the deadpool. Could use your help? Love you, baby."
How could you say no to him?
"What do you think, (Y/N/N)?" Stiles' hyperactive and excited voice ringing in your ears like chiming bells made you jump slightly from where you were sat on his bed. His covers felt so warm and soft and inviting beneath you.
You peered over at his messy hair and wide eyes. "Hm?" You hummed, blinking drowsily over at him, trying to focus on the eager but frantic words that spewed from his lips as he launched into his explanation.
"What?" You mumbled sleepily, missing half of his words. Rubbing your weary eyes, you glimpsed back over at him, your eyebrows tugged inwards as you tried to aim your full attention towards the boy you loved.
"Oh wait! Nevermind, babe, I've just thought of something else!" And then he was off again, in his own little world of his investigation board and his never-ending mass of string.
You couldn't help but attentively smile over at him, watching him scribble notes down and pin photos of various people up, connecting different things with different coloured string with bleary and unfocused eyes.
He really was in his element, and you absolutely adored watching his face light up when he finally understood a link or watching his eyebrows furrow and his teeth encase his bottom lip when he couldn't piece together all the information to figure something out. It suited him.
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Stiles glanced over his shoulder to update you, expecting you to be perched on the edge of his bed - your (y/e/c) eyes darting over his progress, taking it all in. Instead, he found you curled up in his soft sheets, your delicate features nuzzled into his favourite pillow as faint, quiet snores slipped past your slightly parted lips.
He eyed the clock beside where you lay, grimacing when he realised it was 5:45 am and the golden sun was starting to rise up and cast warm sunbeams through his window. He hadn't realised that he had kept you up that late, and when he finally had noticed, sorry guilt crept up inside of him - settling in the pit of his stomach as you soundly slept away your drowsy exhaustion under his covers.
He trod lightly towards his bed, careful not to wake you. A subconscious smile tugged at his lips despite his guilt as he peered down at you, his eyes shining with adoration and love. Cautiously clambering into his bed next to you, he froze momentarily when you let out a sleepy sigh and lifted your head slightly, blinking slowly in confusion, "Stiles?"
"Hey beautiful, it's okay. I'm here. Go back to sleep," He spoke softly, his arms wounding around your body and attentively bringing you closer into his warm vicinity. You sleepily let him tug you closer to him, resting your head lightly on his clothed chest with a soft and contented sigh.
When his hand came up to run his fingers leisurely through your silky hair, gently coaxing you back into your slumber, you let out a tired hum of appreciation and Stiles couldn't help but smile down at you once again at the sound, "I'm sorry I kept you up so late, baby," He mumbled, pressing an endearing and lingering kiss to the top of your head.
"S'okay, Stiles... Love you," Your drained and exhausted declaration of love was muffled as you cuddled further into his side, sleep almost consuming your whole being.
"Love you too, (Y/N), lots," His light eyes danced over his unfinished investigation board and then back down to his favourite person in the solace of his arms.
