Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Nice Try// Void Stiles

"He's at Derek's!" You yelled, the realization hitting you. 

You jumped into your car, speeding across town to get to Stiles.

You got to the loft before anyone, grabbing the taser Allison gave you, sticking it in the back of your waistband.

You climbed the stairs, two at a time before reaching the door of the loft.

You pulled it open, the sunset lighting up the room where Stiles stood.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" His loud voice echoed through the loft.

You pulled the taser from your waistband, walking slowly towards him.

"I've always had a knack for sunsets," he says, turning to face you. "But you do too, don't you?"

You ignore him, keep the taser aimed at his heart.

He tapped the side of his temple. "You know that I have all his memories."

"I know about that little kiss at sunset, yep. I know that's why you love sunsets."

"That kiss was a mistake."

"Was it?"

You pulled the trigger, expecting him to fall to the ground but instead, he caught the string and pulled the electric currents out and pulled it away from you.

"That wasn't very smart, y/n." 

"You're not Stiles," you said, attempting something else. "I know that he's in there somewhere."

He watched as you came over, putting your hands on his face.

"If you're in there, then you know that when you kissed me on that cliff thing at sunset, it wasn't a mistake. It was just something that we both were scared to face right then."

You leaned forward, crashing your lips onto his, hoping to god that this'll work. 

He was stiff at first, but you felt him relax into the kiss. 

You pulled back, staring into his brown eyes. His brown eyes. 

"Y/n?" He asks, no evil lacing his voice. No malice. 

"Stiles?" You asked, genuinely shocked that it worked. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him so tightly. His arms wrapped around your torso, his head in your neck.

"Thank god." You said, crying softly.