Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Who's Heather?// Stiles

You know that moment where everything you've been through comes back and hits you. The realization of it. The moment of impact.

Well you're best friends with Stiles, you moved here about a year ago.

Him and Scott were going to an old friends of his party tonight. You just went over Allison's and hung out with her and Lydia.

But when you don't hear from Stiles until the next day at school, you knew something was weird.

"Hey there handsome." You smiled, leaning against the locker beside his.

"Hey there beautiful." He smiled at you.

You two loved each other, but I don't think it was that way, maybe for you, but Stiles didn't.

You two had first period together, with Coach Finstock, who was the lacrosse coach as well.

He made a deal that if you could bounce the quarter into a mug, then you didn't have to take a quiz, but if you didn't you would have to.

"Anyone have a quarter?" Coach asked.

"I do." Stiles says as he digs around in his pocket, pulling out a quarter but also along with a condom flying onto the ground.

You burst out laughing as Coach picks it up and hands it to Stiles. "Congratulations Stilinski."

The image of Stiles having sex made you laugh even harder, holding your stomach.

"Anyone wanna try to make it?" Coach asks.

"I'll try!" Stiles jumps up taking the quarter from Finstock.

He squats into position, about to throw the quarter in the mug when the Sheriff walks in. Aka his father.

"Stiles." He says.

"Yeah, I got it Coach." Stiles says without looking up.

"Stiles." He looks up, a look of fear on his face.

He hands the quarter to Coach and follows him out into the hall.

You punch Scott from beside you. "Listen."

He listens in before Stiles comes back in, who looks like he'd just seen a ghost, which honestly you wouldn't be surprised in this town.

"Stiles, what happened?" you asked as he walked ahead of you after class. "Stiles."

"My friend Heather, the party I went to last night, she's missing," he says, shaking his head at the ground as you two sat on the ground outside. "I thought she just went with some other friends."

"Wait, the condom, you guys were going to..." You trail off hoping he gets the idea.

"Yeah, I went to go get it and I came back down and she was gone," he holds his head between his hands. "I used to take bubble baths with this girl, I have to find her."

You give him and hug, rubbing his back softly. "Heather?"

"Yeah," he says. "My mom used to know her mom."

"We'll find her Stiles." You assure him, holding his hand sympathetically.

*4 days later*

You followed Stiles into the hospital. They found the last one.

He grabbed your hand as you turned the corner, meeting Melissa at the outside of the morgue.

You followed Stiles and Melissa to the body. "This one was different," Melissa says. "The M.E. said that she wasn't just strangled someone used a garrote, and just kept twisting and twisting."

She uncovered the body, revealing Heathers pale face. You covered your mouth with your hand while Stiles just froze, squeezing your hand harder.

"Oh my god Stiles did you know her?" Melissa said, starting to cover her up. "I'm so sorry, I didn't even think."

"I was- I was at her party. It was her birthday," he says, wiping his face. "Her name was Heather."

He turns to you and you give him a tight hug. Before he pulls back, a look of realization on his face.

"Stiles what is it?" You ask, still holding his neck.

He pulls you outside the hospital, his hand still in yours. "Human sacrifices."

"Virgins," you finish. "Oh my god Stiles you're a genius."

He smiles and hugs you tightly. He pulls back and you smile, staring into his face.

Before you know it, his lips were on yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his around your torso to pull your closer.

"God, you don't know how long I've waited for you to do that." You whisper against his lips and he kisses you again.

That was the moment of impact.