Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Because I Love You// Stiles

You remember when the supernatural stuff just started. When the only thing to worry about was Jackson being the kanima. When the only thing to worry about was the Bestiary. When the only thing to worry about was Allison's mom finding out about Scott and her still dating.

Everything was so simple. So easy.

Now it's like, the lights flicker in school; something supernatural. Constant looking over your shoulder, worried that someone is stalking you, worried someone is trying to kill you.

Somehow, Stiles made it all easier.

That boy has been through hell and back, but he was so strong.

How was it possible that during all this chaos, love could be found? That somehow after losing people you still managed to find someone you love. You hated yourself, but god, did you love Stiles.

You remember the first time he told you he loved you. When things were simple.

When things started to get stressful, you didn't really know what to do. You just discovered your new feelings for Stiles, you discovered that Jackson was the kanima, Scott and Allison were banned from seeing each other, and you just got kicked from the Winter Formal for telling Coach off. You just snapped.

You were sitting on the stairs in the front of the school. You weren't really in the mood for sitting at lunch and hearing theories and complaints. You just needed to think.

A few minutes later, Stiles sat beside you. You looked over at the brown eyed boy, forcing a smile.

"Why are you out here all alone?" He asked, looking you straight in the eye. You couldn't lie to him.

"Everything's falling apart." You sigh.

"Y/n, you got kicked from the Formal not out of school." He chuckles.

"It's not just that, it's like everything is suffocating, and Stiles, I can't freaking breath."

"Hey," his hooked his finger underneath your chin, pulling your eyes back up to his. "We'll get through this, I know. Because I love you."

Your eyes widened as those three words escaped his mouth. "Stiles," you breathed. "I love you too."

His fingers were still on your chin as he pushed his lips down and onto yours.

The knock on your door pulled you from your thoughts. You jumped off the bed and to your door opening it to see and grinning Stiles.

He came in, kissing your lips quickly. Twenty minutes later, you two were laying in bed, Stiles' laptop sitting in front of both of you, the familiar opening scene of Star Wars playing.

You looked up at him, watching his lips turn up into a small smile every once in a while.

Moments like these. They were the most important. Were it feels like nothing else matters, just the two of you. When everything you've been through, all the people you've lost, they were pushed away for a little while.

You put your hand on his cheek, turning his face to face you. You leaned up, pushing your lips onto his softly and passionately.

His hands found your face, kissing you back just as passionately.

He pulled back, his hands still resting on either side of your face.

"What was that for?" He asked.

You whispered the first thing that popped into your head, "Because I love you."