Teen Wolf Imagines

(Stiles) You Know That Right?

Requested by the lovely Solvesborg
Thank you for requesting!

Relationship : Male! Reader x Stiles

Warnings : Angst and fluff, mentions of addiction, withdrawals, relationship issues

Summary: The reader injured their leg a while ago, and is on prescription medication that he can't seem to control taking. How do he and Stiles acknowledge this obstacle?

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The sudden pain in your leg brought your attention from what you were doing.

Groaning in annoyance, you pulled yourself up, taking a few moments to compose yourself before grabbing the desk and hopping your way to the bag that sat upon it.

Opening it, you pulled out your meds, popping a few before rubbing your eyes.

You looked at the bottle in your shaky hands. The doctor warned you that they're a risky drug to take.

And you tried. Lords know you tried, but it was just so difficult to not take any more than the dosage prescribed.

The door to your room opened, and in came a smiling Stiles.

"How you doin," he said in an accent that made you giggle.

"Not so good now that you're here," you sassed.

He laughed, making his way to you and planting a kiss on your forehead.

You stared at the meds a moment longer, before hastily putting them back in the bag.

"You know those aren't good for you. At the rate you're taking them," your boyfriend's tone took on one of sterness and concern.

You knew he knew, even though it wasn't spoken.

He made subtle efforts to distract you when he saw you going through withdrawals.

He'd often keep the bag, slowly easing down your dosage until it was the correct amount.

He'd even done some research on alternatives. Something that wasn't so addictive.

But he couldn't always have the bag on him,because he had other things to do. And so did you. And so he couldn't always keep an eye on you and help you when you needed it.

"I'm fine," you stubbornly said, moving yourself to grab your cane.

"Uuh uh. Where do you think you're going?"

"For a walk. What am I not allowed to walk too??"

Stiles demeanor softened. "You know I didn't mean it maliciously. I'm concerned for you."

"You always are! That's the problem Stiles! This is my issue to deal with! I'm not your burden to bare."

Tears began lining your lids.

He took slow steps towards you, putting your cane aside, he guided you to the bed, pulling you on top of his chest as he gazed into your watery eyes.

" You are not a burden," he told you with such love and sincerity you silently sobbed.

"to me, to you, or anyone. Do you understand?"

"That's what people do in a relationship, love. They take on battles together. They tackle whatever is in their way together. Like a team."

He rubbed your noses together.

"Like you and I."

You sniffed and he wiped your tears.
He always wiped your tears
He was always there. Stiles was always, always there for you.

"I don't know what to do," you brokenly whispered.

"I do." he kissed you, slowly and passionately.

You put into it all the things you could never say - how grateful you are that you have him, how even though you're not good with intimacy, you love him with every fibre of your being.

And in turn he gave you all the reassurance you needed - that all was going to be okay, that you weren't alone, and that even if you were, you had the strength of a warrior to win this harsh battle yourself.

"Have faith in yourself," Stiles tickled your sides, your deep laugh making him smile.

"Have faith in us."

"Okay?"

"Okay," he said, a small smile gracing your lips.

You wiped your tears, sitting up to face him completely.

"You know that I..." you struggled to find the words.

"I know. I love you too," he ran a hand threw your hair, caressing your cheek.

You sighed happily as you rested your head right above his heart. Holding his one hand, his other drew random shapes on your back.

"Just as it's inevitable to fall and break down, it's inevitable to get right back up and win."

He kissed the top of your head, no other words exchanged. You two were perfectly happy in spending the rest of the day in that bed, tangled in each other, caressing one another.

You smiled to yourself. Maybe everything would turn out okay.