Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Basement// Stiles

You thought you were crazy. You thought when your friends died, that it was your fault. You stood around their bodies, stuck in your place by shock. 

Everything around you was falling apart. Your friends were gone, your family was gone, and it was all your fault.

You were arrested later and thrown in Eichen.

You've been in Eichen for 4 months. Four months of the same routine, the same days, the same people. 

Until Stiles Stilinski was put in here. It was most a shocker but also a little excitement pulsed through you.

You haven't talked to anyone since almost the beginning. Stiles continuously tried to talk to you, but you always froze and ran away.

You had a couch down in the basement where you went to get away from everyone, you were sitting on it, reading a book when loud footsteps echoed down the stairs. 

You thought they had figured out your hiding spot down in the basement.

You were about to get up when his brown eyes connected with yours.

"I saw you come down here," he says. "I figured I could join."

You nodded, pulling the book back into your lap.

He sat down beside you. You closed the book, looking at him.

"Why don't you ever talk?" He asks, looking back at you.

You shrugged, not looking at him.

He scooted closer to you, his eyes looking into yours. "You can tell me anything, you know that right?"

That's when you spoke the first words you've spoken since the night your friends died, "You don't even know me."

He seemed a little shock, but it was not covered by his excitement. "I know that I don't, but I feel like I do."

"It's like I'm attracted to you." He said. You felt a nervous feeling rising through your stomach as you leaned forward, pulling his lips onto yours.

He pulled back a minute later, looking at you. "What was that for?"

"I've been stuck in here for months and you're the first person to even notice me."

"It's kind of hard not to." He pushes a piece of hair behind your ear.

He kissed you this time, his lips moving in sync with yours.

He pushed you back onto the couch softly, his lips still attached to yours.

You pulled your shirt off, blushing slightly as his eyes trailed down your torso.

"God, you're so beautiful."

You smiled as he kissed you again, his body hovering on top of yours. 

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it's supposed to be 200 published parts and this is the 200 part so idk if i can publish anymore we'll see