Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Nightmares// Stiles

Only a few people in the group knew about Stiles nightmares. You and Scott, because you're his best friends, and Allison because she's not an idiot.
But Stiles only called you because he needed to be strong with Scott. But you, you were his weakness, he couldn't keep anything from you. Almost every night your phone rang around 3 or 4 in the morning and you could hear his heavy breathing on the other end. You didn't mind anyways, you might have had a little feelings for him.

"Y/n?" He asked on the other end of the line.

"I'm here," you said into the phone. "I'm right here."

"It-it happened again." He says, his breath evening out.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" You asked softly. You could basically see him shaking his head.

"I'll stay on the phone with you until you fall asleep yeah?" You ask, closing your eyes, laying against your pillow.

"Okay." He says.

You fall asleep almost instantly, waking up two hours later screaming coming through your phone. "Stiles!" you called through the phone. "Stiles!"

His screaming stopped and you could hear his cries. "Stiles please pick up the phone."

He sniffles a bit and I could hear shuffling before he breathes into the phone. "I'm okay."

"No you're not," you tell him. "And that's okay, it's okay to not be okay."

I can see his nod. "Thank you."

He hangs up and you get up, grabbing a hoodie, shoes and your phone, and keys before telling your mom that you're going to Stiles'.

You pull into his driveway, calling him as you walked up the steps.

"Hey," he says, obviously still awake. "Everything okay?"

"Can't sleep?" You ask.

"Not yet." He frowns.

"How does a movie and food sound?" You smile as you ring the doorbell.

"What?" you could hear his footsteps echoe through the house as he opens the door, phone still at his ear. "You're amazing."

He hangs up the phone and pulls you into a tight hug.

10 minutes later, the two of you are sitting on his bed, watching a scary movie. You yawned and put your head back against the wall.

"Tired?" he asks. You nod against the wall. You shuts the laptop and puts it on the floor. He opens his arms against the pillow. "Come here."

"Really?" You ask tiredly, seeing his soft brown eyes in the dark.

"Yeah." You get underneath the covers, your head against his chest, his heart beating against your ear.

You close your eyes and start to fall asleep again.

"Y/n?" He asks.

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Mhm."

Sleep takes over for a second.

"Did you hear me?"

"Hmm what?"

"Nevermind."

You sit up and look at him. Making eye contact with him in the dark.

"Do you still like Lydia?" You blurt, sleepiness is acting like a drug, making you act kinda stupid.

"I like someone else." He says.

"What's she like?" Your frown.

"Well she's super beautiful, like hot damn times 20, she's so smart it's insane, she's the most strongest person I know, and she always comforts me when I need it, even when she needs it more than I do." He sits up, his face inches from mine.

Tears stung your eyes as you smiled at him. "Like someone very smart once told me 'it's okay to not be okay'"

You leans forward, his lips against yours. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

"So you like me too?" He asks as he pulls away.

"Yeah," you blush. "I do."

"Good 'cause that would have been awkward." He smiles and kisses you again as a loud giggle escapes your mouth.