What's The Wifi Password? [Various x Reader]

... Stiles.

"Jesus Christ, Stiles!" You yelled, leaning over to your nightstand and switching on your lamp to see the pale boy more clearly. He looked down at his hands, ashamed at having woken and scared you.

"Sorry, I just--- I didn't know who else to turn too," speaking very quietly, he avoided your now-sympathetic gaze.

"Oh Stiles, is it the nightmares?" He nodded. "Come here." Standing up on your knees, you tugged on Stiles's shirt, pulling him down to sit on the bed next to you. You pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back to calm his silent crying.

After a few minutes, you lightly pushed him away, rubbing your thumb across his tear-stained cheeks. Smiling softly at him, you kissed his forehead and said, "Are you okay now?"

He nodded again, sniffling a bit. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, handing it to you. Giving him a questioning look, taking it from his cold hands. "I was serious; I do need the wifi password."

You laughed, unlocking his phone with ease and typing in the password. "You are so weird, Stiles, but that's why I love you."

Stiles took the phone back and put it in his pocket. "You love me?" He asked, peeking at your smiling face through his messy hair.

Fixing his hair, you replied, "Of course I do. If I didn't, I would've kicked you out of this house by now."

"Would it be bad if I said I love you too?"

"Of course not. In fact, that's exactly what I want to hear," moving your hands from Stiles's hair and placing them on his rosy cheeks, you continued, "Do you want to stay here? We can call your dad in the morning."

"Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that," he smacked his fist into his hand, a habit he had gotten into when he was nervous or fidgety.

"Good," getting up, you pulled a nightshirt and a pair of sweats he left here out of your draw and handed it to Stiles, seeing as he was wearing regular clothes. He must've changed before coming here. "You can get dressed in my bathroom."

Nodding once more, he took the clothes and went into your bathroom to change. Emerging a few minutes later, wearing the clothes you gave him, he joined you on your bed. You were already sat near the headboard, waiting for him.

He crawled onto the bed and laid his head on top of your legs, closing his eyes as you ran your hands through his hair to help lull him to sleep.

"Thanks, [Name]," he said breathily, slipping into a blissful sleep a little after he spoke.

You smiled, leaning against the headboard and closing your eyes. "Anything for you, Stiles."