Dylan O'Brien Imagines

You Gotta Be Quiet// Stiles

"C'mon!" Stiles yelled, grabbing your wrist at the gunshots rang through the school.

"Where's Scott? Malia? Kira?" You yelled over the screaming at Stiles.

"I don't know, but I think they can take care of themselves," he said, pulling you around the corner. "Us, on the other hand, we're human. We can't survive a gunshot to the chest."

Your hand stayed in his as he pulled you down the hallway.

"Stiles where are we going?" You asked as he rounded another corner.

"He's going around the school, bursting into random classrooms, it must mean that he's looking for somebody." He said, pulling you into the locker room.

"I mean, maybe we could do something to help," you said as a gunshot hit the wall behind you. You looked up, watching as a boy with brown hair ran around the corner towards you. "Okay, in the locker c'mon."

You pulled him into a locker, your body pressed against his. He started rambling about the kind of gun he was using and all this crap about it. "Stiles," you pressed the palm of your hands against his. "You gotta be quiet."

He nodded against your hand as your removed it.

You gasped sharply as the knob of the door hit the wall. Stiles put his hand against your mouth as you breathed heavily.

You started freaking out as the shooter came around, knocking the gun against the lockers.

Stiles pulled you into his chest, stroking your hair softly.

The door slammed behind the shooter as he left the locker room.

You sighed, leaning against his body. He sighed too, letting his hands drop to your waist.

You stepped out of the locker, breathing deeply.

You felt light headed as you sat on the ground.

"Y/n, you alright?"

"I need my thing." You gasped in between breaths.

Stiles dug around in his bag until he pulled out your inhaler that you only needed on bad occasions.

You took it from his hands, taking a large breath of the medicine.

You fell back onto your feet, breathing normally.

"You alright?" He asks, sitting beside you.

"You carry that around with you?" You asked.

"Ever since you told me you needed one, you gave it to me so just in case this happened."

"Really?"

"Of course I kept it." He smiled, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear.

You don't know why, you just leaned forward and crashed you lips onto his. He kissed back, his hands on your face. Your hands slid into his hair.

You pulled back, wiping your lip gloss from his lips. "Thank you."