Stiles Stilinski Imagines {ON HOLD}

You Found Me

"Hey, Y/N. You're gonna be okay, alright? You're gonna be just fine. I'll help you, I promise."

You woke up with a start, the voice of the boy who had haunted your dreams ringing in your eyes. You'd been dreaming about him for months, but it was always the same one.

In these dreams, this boy saved your life.

You'd spoken to your friends about it, convinced that it was more of a memory than a dream. They had thought you were crazy. That was coming from a werewolf, a were-coyote and a banshee.

Yeah, totally crazy.

You got up from your bed, walking towards your dressing table, prepared to get ready for school. You studied yourself in the mirror, when your eye was drawn to a photograph pinned on it.

It was a picture of you when you were ten years old at the skate park. You knew it to be a fond memory, but there was a gap in the photo, just as there was a gap in your memory of the day. Somebody else was there.

Reaching out, your fingers brushed the corner of the photo. That was when it happened.

Every memory you had came rushing back, flashing before your eyes. You and another at the age of ten, trying (and failing) to climb trees, you and that same other at the age of thirteen, him having a panic attack, you helping him through it. You and him at the age of seventeen, you lying in a ditch, him saying the same thing he had in your dream.

"Hey, Y/N. You're gonna be okay, alright? You're gonna be just fine. I'll help you, I promise."

Stiles.

You sunk to your knees, tears threatening to overflow. Stiles Stilinski. Your best friend. Taken by Ghost Riders, and erased from existence.

And you were the only one to now remember him. And just like he had helped you countless times before, you were going to help him.

You were going to get him back.

"Stiles, I'm coming for you. I promise," you whispered, a sad smile adorning your face.

You wiped your eyes, turning your attention back to the mirror. But something was different this time.

There was someone else's reflection beside yours.

"Stiles?"

The boy in the mirror with the plaid shirt and the brown eyes looked shocked.

"Wait you can see me?"

"Oh my god, Stiles," you turned away from the mirror but there was nobody standing there. Turning back, you saw Stiles once again.

"Y/N. You remember me?", there was relief on his face, relief that made your heart break.

"I remember you. I'm coming for you, okay? Where are you?"

"I-I don't really know. But you need to be careful, if you see the Ghost Riders, they'll-"

"They'll take me, I know. I don't care. I just need to get you back."

Stiles let out a sigh, laughing slightly. The sound warmed your heart, reminding you of how much you had missed him in your life.

"Will you be here when I get back?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

"Stiles?"

"Yeah?"

"Just in case I don't see you again, before I rescue you, I need to tell you something."

"Go on, you know you can tell me anything."

"Stiles. I love you. And I promise you, I won't stop until I find you."

The boy in the mirror smiled.

"I love you too, Y/N. Always have. And you'll find me. You always do. I mean, you already have."

You were the one to smile this time, your heart warming once again.

"I'll see you soon, Stiles. I promise."

"See you later, Y/N."

And then he was gone.

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So this was requested on Tumblr, so I hope you guys like it!

Love, 

LJ xx