Dylan O'Brien Imagines

How You Doing?// Stiles

You were attacked by a reptilian creature a couple days ago. You were walking home from school, listening to music, when something run up behind you. At first, as a human, you thought it was a burglar. But when something slices the back of your neck and you fall limp on the ground, unable to do anything but cry while the thing ran off, or rather leaped. It's green and dark brown scales shining in the streetlights. 

It might have been 20 minutes later, but it felt like forever, the blue jeep pulls up, coming to your rescue.

You've known Stiles since basically birth but you two never socially interacted. You were friends but you weren't, if that made any sense.

So as you cried on the sidewalk, unable to move, we pulled up to peel you off of it and set you in the truck.

"You're okay," he said as he sat you down in the front seat. "It'll wear off."

He wiped the tears from your cheeks before getting back in the drivers seat. "What was that?"

"Oh it was uh it was an animal that escaped." He says, obviously lying.

"From what? Hell?" You sassed. "That paralyzes people?"

"Jackson." He says. 

"Jackson?" You furrow your eyebrows. "As in Jackson Whittemore?"

He nods. "That's not possible, a human can't turn into that."

"You'd be surprised." 

He helps you inside your house and into your bed. "Don't move right after, it feels like that part of when your foot is asleep that are like spikes, your entire body feels like that so just sleep."

"Thanks, Stiles." You smile softly as he sets you on your bed, pulling covers over you.

He nods softly before leaving. 

The next day, since you were the manager of the cross country team, you had to go on the field trip with them. 

You were playing with the cut on the back of your neck from last night and Stiles must of saw because he comes up a few moments later and slides into the seat beside you.

"Hey y/n," he says. "How you doing?"

"I'm okay, just kind of jumpy." You shrug like it's nothing.

"It'll go away eventually but you'll always have that feeling to look over your shoulder."

"It only happened once."

"Once is enough."

"How many times has it happened to you?"

"Twice."

"It still hurts."

"Can I see?"

You nod before moving your hair out of the way, his warm fingers touching your neck. 

"I have something for that." He pulls out an ointment out of his pocket and dabs it up there.

You sigh and put your head against the seat, closing your eyes. "Couldn't sleep?"

"Not a chance."

"We still have a couple hours before we have to get there if you wanna," he motions towards his shoulder, a smile plastered across his face. 

He puts an arms around your shoulder and you sigh on his shoulder.

"Thanks Stiles, you're a really good person." You say, closing your eyes,

He stroked you hair with his hands as you slowly drifting into sleep. 

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