Dylan O'Brien Imagines

We're Gonna Find Him// Stiles

The Darach was taking parents.

They took Melissa. Chris. The Sheriff. No one from you, only because you had no one.

No one but Stiles and your friends.

Stiles has already had 2 panic attacks, you couldn't imagine what he was going through. Or maybe you could.

Having your family ripped from your life, no one left, yeah you kind of an expert at losing people.

Stiles was sleeping in your bed, he fell asleep after having another panic attack.

You sat up, sitting in your window seat, looking at the stars. Sometimes you thought the stars were so big, you could just reach up and grab them.

"Can't sleep?" Stiles sat in front of you, your feet intertwined.

"Didn't hear you get up, no, can't sleep." You say, putting your head against the window.

"What are you thinking about?" He asks.

"My parents," you said. "That they're not going to see me graduate, get married, have kids, all that fluff."

"They would be proud of you." He reassures you.

"I'm not so sure."

"Why not?"

"I'm sitting here doing nothing while they could be dead." You felt Stiles tense.

"You really think they're dead?"

"Honestly Stiles, I don't know," you said. "But I don't think we should be sitting here watching the fucking stars."

He put a hand on your knee. "There's nothing we can do at 4am."

"Maybe there's something I could do."

"No there isn't-"

"I should be out there looking! There's like this unbearable feeling that if they die, it's my fault," you get up, pacing your room. "And I know, I know it's not going to bring my parents back, but maybe I can save someone else's."

Stiles pulls you into a hug. "We're gonna find him."

Stiles knew that his dad was like a dad to you. Losing him would be losing them all over again.

"I'm sorry," you pull back, facing him. "I'm being selfish."

"You're being open, which is good for a friendship." He smiles, his hands on either side of your face.

"How are you so calm?" You ask, looking into his eyes.

"You."

It happens in a second, maybe even faster. He leans down, crashing his lips onto yours. You're shocked at first, but your melt into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, pushing your hands into his messy hair.

He deepens the kiss pulling you closer. He starts to back you up, until your calfs hit the bed and you fall back onto it, Stiles on top of you.

-------------------------------------

Mhmm them freaks