Dylan O'Brien Imagines

I'm Not Giving Up On You

Y/N P.O.V.

I smiled when I saw my house full of people dancing and drinking. It feels good coming back to death. I was feeling more confident. A part of me still death, that's what people say. I'm not 'good' anymore. I don't see myself as a bad person. I just wanna have some fun.

I spotted my ex boyfriend. Stiles Stilinski. Who still obsessed with me. Well, Deaton said that I can be 'good' again, and he keeps trying it. But I don't want it. I feel better now. I was too shy and my clothes were horrible!

I can't hide that I feel something for Stiles, I mean, he's handsome and his sarcasm makes me laughs.

"Y/N."

I turned back to look at Stiles.

"Hi baby." I smiled.

"Can I talk with you for a moment?"

"Of course. But just if you dance with me." I smirk.

He rolls his eyes and nod. I drag him out to the dance floor.

"I love this music."

"I know."

"Aw, don't be like that, Stiles. Why you just don't move on?"

"Well, maybe because I'm in love with you. And I'm not giving up taking this bitch out of you."

"Ouch." I made a pout. "Anyway, dance with me."

I felt his hand on my waist as I moved my body; I put my mouth closer to his neck and started kissing it and Stiles stopped moving. I kissed his lips slow and pulled him closer to me. I bite his ear's lobe.

"Enjoy me Stiles, because you're never going to have Y/N back." I whispered in his ear and looked at him with a smirk on my face.

He looked at me angry and I felt something pinch my arm.

"What..." I felt my legs tremble but he caught me. "W-what is that?"

"Just something to make you immobile for some minutes."

He put me on his jeep and starts driving to the veterinary clinic.

"You're not getting her back. Doesn't matter how hard you try. She's inside me. She's dead!"

His face was turning red.

"She loves you Stiles. It's sad that you're not going to see her again."

"Shut the fuck up!" He yells.

I laugh.

"Poor Stiles will never get his girlfriend back. Aw, it's better like that, you don't have to look at her terrible hair and face without makeup anymore. Because let's face it, she's nothing without make up."

He stopped the car and someone opened the door.

"Oh, hi Scott." I smirked.

He catches me and look at Stiles.

"Are you ok?"

"Just let's do it. I can't face this inside her body anymore."

Scott nodded and they placed me on a hammock.

I saw Deaton grabbing an amulet and laughed.

"It's not going to work."

"I hate this bitch." Lydia rolls her eyes.

Deaton pulled the amulet on my chest.

Stiles P.O.V.

"I'm gonna kill every single one of you!" She screamed.

It has to work. I need Y/N back.

Deaton started whispering something and held her hand. The spirit inside her was annoying driving me crazy.

She closed her eyes and all the lights switched off.

"What's happening?" Scott looked at Deaton.

"The spirit doesn't want to get out her body." He said and whispered again.

"Please." I whispered.

We heard a loud noise and a green light leaved Y/N's body, entering on the amulet. The lights back to normal and I looked at Deaton.

"It worked?"

"The spirit is out. But I don't know if she's still alive."

"She is." Scott said. "I can hear her heart. But it is weak and slow."

"Let's take her to the hospital."

I catch her and Scott and Lydia follow me, I sit on the jeep with her on my lap and Lydia starts driving.

[...]

"Stiles?"

I opened my eyes and looked at Y/N.

"Hey. Oh god, I can't believe you're awake!" I kissed her cheek.

"What happened?"

"Are you hungry? You're probably so hungry, I'm gonna get some food and then I explain everything ok?" She nodded. "ok."

I stand up but her hand held my arm.

"What? You need something? Do you feel pain?"

She smiles.

"I love you."

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I am tired, sick, and just horrible.

BLLEHHHHEAHE

Whenever my grandmother comes over we are forced to watch the most ridiculous documentaries and they were SOOOOO boring. Literally, if you look at my text messages, I am begging literally all of my friends to hang out and save me from my boredom. Bye, I said I'm doing homework and if they see me doing this, I'll get in trouble.