Dylan O'Brien+ Stiles Stilinski Imagines

they've got me- (ss)

I knew they were going to take me, I saw them, there was no denying it, 3 men on horses, stitched mouths and black holes for eyes.

But they weren't taking me, they were staring at me from afar, I was staring out my window right at them, the rain pelting the glass, lightning cracking across the sky.

I didn't feel the need to tell any of my friends because either way they were going to forget me, they weren't going to wonder where I was.

They couldn't save me, I've tried to protect people, either way they've been taken, I couldn't help them and they couldn't help me.

I was sucked into my own thoughts when my eyes averted back to where the rider was, he was gone.

I turned around, the barrel of a gun against my temple.

"do it." I whispered, fear lining my words, but I swallowed it.

"Do it!" I shouted, the gunshot ringing in my ears.

I was suddenly on the back of a horse, my arms and legs bound together.

We were riding on train tracks, then sudden under a pitch black tunnel.

Then into a train station, people watched with blank stares as I was thrown off the horse, the bounds disappearing into mid air surrounded by green smoke.

I stood up and looked around.

I made eye contact with one person.

Stiles.

He was taken, from me.

I was with him, I tried to save him, but I couldn't, he saw them, then I did too.

He continued to stare at me as I walked towards him.

"Stiles?" I whispered and he nodded.

"y/n, you remember me?" He asked as my brain flooded with memories, our first kiss, our first date, our beach trip.

"Yes, I do, I do remember you." I nodded tears filling my eyes.

"Oh thank god." He said and pulled me into his arms.

"Now we have to find a way out." He said and I nodded.

"They'll remember us." He said again and I shook my head.

"They won't." I said.

"I didn't remember you and we've been dating for 3 years." I said sadly.

"They will, if they remember us they'll come for us, I swear." He promised and I nodded, hope lacing his words.

"I believe you." I said and grabbed his hand.

"Let's get out of here, together." He said and I nodded.

"Together." I said and kissed him, they were the same lips I've been missing.

The lips belonging to the person I've been missing.

But now I have him again.