Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Stiles?// Stiles

You sat with Stiles, whom had kanima vemon drenched in his body.

We've caught the Nogitsune but we haven't go it out of Stiles' body.

And it's killing him, but it's killing you seeing him like that. He had deep, dark bags underneath his eyes and he looked so exhausted.

You sat in front of him, tapping your foot viciously while holding your head in your hands.

You heard some sniffling and looked up, seeing tears falling down Stiles' face.

"Stiles?"

He nods as you put your hand on his cheek and slowly take the duct tape off his mouth. You smiled at him, wiping the tear off his cheek.

He smiles softly at you before turning into a smirk. "Really y/n?"

You snatch your hands off his face. "That's all it takes? I shed one tear and you break?"

"What are you gonna do when he finds out?"

"Finds out about what?"

His eyes flicker down to your stomach and back up. You weren't pregnant, you couldn't be pregnant. You and Stiles haven't had sex in like almost a month, you would be showing by now.

"I'm not pregnant."

"Are you sure about that?"

"I'm positive."

"Exactly."

You groaned, shoving the piece of tape back over his mouth.

"I want my Stiles back. You aren't him."

"I am now." He says, the tape muffling his voice.