Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Babe?// Stiles

You were having a fight with Stiles. You've had fights before but this one was different, it was like you told each other you were done.

*Flashback*

"All you do is keep your head stuck in that damn research, you don't even pay attention to me anymore!" You screamed at the boy with his head hidden behind his laptop.

"Yeah, uh huh." He brushes you off with his fingers, not looking up at you.

"I'm serious, Stiles, really, you never pay attention to me!" You yelled, grabbing your bag. "It's like I don't even exist anymore!"

He looks up at you from the laptop, his eyebrows furrowed together. He got up, you expecting him to embrace you in his arms and cover you in kisses, but he grabs another book.

"Stiles, I'm tired of this!"

"Then leave!" He snaps, yelling at you.

You walk out the door, tears already falling down your face.

*The next day*

You were up all night, the overwhelming feeling of guilt over your shoulders all night. You felt like you lost him totally last night. Like, you know that you said things that you shouldn't have said last night, but you still loved him and you felt like you shouldn't have said what you said.

So you snuck into his room in the morning, pacing around quietly. You watched him sleep for about an hour before he woke up.

You put pressure on your eyebrow as he sits up.

"Babe?" Stiles sat up, staring at you.

"I know, I know th-that it's hard to maintain a healthy relationship with crazy supernatural creatures running around everywhere and-and I know that I shouldn't have said what I said last night, and it-it-it's tearing me apart because I feel like lost you. But I-I love you Stiles. Even if you're still mad at me, I-I still love you." You blurted, pacing in front of the room.

"Shit, I feel so stupid for coming here now." You sniffled, squatting on the ground with your head between your hands.

His warm, strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you off your feet and into his chest.

"It's alright, baby." He whispered, swiping your tears away with his thumbs.

You know you shouldn't have panicked over some small stupid fight, but it's just something that you guys don't do and you two are just so sensitive.

"I'm so sorry, Stiles." You cried softly into his chest.

"Hey, we're okay, I love you too, all right?" He smiled, pulling your chin up to meet his eyes.

He leaned down and softly pressed his lips to yours.