Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Bloody Hands// Stiles

Stiles and Scott walked up to you, you stared at Stiles, trying to figure out if it's Void Stiles or the real Stiles.

"It's me, I swear to god, it's me." He raised his hands, staring right into your eyes.

You took off running towards him, tears already forming in your eyes. He'd been gone for over a week and you missed his so much.

You jumped into his arms, almost knocking him over. You locked your arms around his neck, standing on his tippy toes to reach him.

"Where were you?" You asked, pulling back to face him.

"I honestly don't know."

You leaned forward and crashed your lips onto his, you missed him so much. He pulled back, whining slightly.

"Y/n, I would kiss you like forever, but we have a problem."

"The Nogitsune planted traps all around the woods, and the track and lacrosse team are running around them now." Scott says as you pulled back from Stiles' arms.

You took off running with everyone towards the outside of the woods, about two minutes later, you were in the center in the woods.

You didn't believe there was something here, you just think that the Nogitsune is trying to trick you into thinking that there is. A distraction.

You stopped the big group of kids from running as you saw the giant hoop of chain.

"Wait!" Stiles yelled, starting to pull the chain. Which ended in nothing but a hoop.

"I knew that this was a distracti-"

"Y/n wait!" Scott yelled as you tripped on a cord, sending an arrow into your stomach.

You collapsed to the ground, gasping slightly at the pain.

Stiles fell beside you, pushing down on your wound. He looked at Scott, who was calling 911, before looking back down at you with a small smirk on his face.

It wasn't Stiles. It was the Nogitsune.

"No, it was you. You, you did this to me." You gasped as he smirked at the blood covering his hands.

"Scott, Scott.." you trailed off as the arrow was twisted in your stomach and everything went black.

You woke up later in the hospital, the sound of the heart monitor filling your ears.

Stiles was in the chair beside you, asleep. You thrashed away into the corner of the bed, the heart monitor speeding up.

He woke up at that sound, looking at you.

"What are you doing here?" You asked, pain echoing through your chest.

"It's me, y/n." He sat up.

"You said that last time."

He slumped back into the chair, running his hands through his hair. Maybe it was him. He looked up at you, his eyes watering with tears.

"Stiles?" You moved over, cringing at the pain.

You took his face in your hands, brushing away the tears with your thumbs.

"It's really you?" You asked, staring into his brown eyes.

He nodded in your hands as you leaned forward and kissed him softly.

"I miss you so much."

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okay i might have a morbid fascination with blood on Dylan's hands