When... (Dylan O'Brien Character Imagines)

stiles when...

He goes missing and you worry about him

You paced back and forth across Stiles's bedroom. He had gone missing after the lacrosse game when Jackson had to get rushed to the hospital.

Your mind started wandering to all the horrible possibilities that could've happened to your best friend.

"Stiles please, where are you?" Your eyes pricked with tears and you scrolled through your phone trying to find his contact.

You pushed "call" and put the phone to your ear, more tears streaming down your face.

"Right here," A voice said in the doorway. Stiles, with a cut lip and bruised cheek.

"Oh my god," You put down your phone and rushed towards the boy, engulfing him in a huge hug.

You both stayed quiet as both of your tears leaked on the other's shirt. You held each other tight until you released from him and look at his cheek.

"What the hell happened to you?" Your voice turning deep and angry.

"It was just some guys on the other team they were upset about the loss. I talked my mouth off and I had it coming. I'm fine now," He lied.

"Tell me who did it," You demanded searching his face for any more injuries. "It was no big deal."

"No! This isn't okay Stiles! Do you know how worried me and your dad-,"

"I said I'm fine," He stopped you. You rolled your eyes and wrapped your arms around him again.

"I was so worried about you," You cried into his shoulder again.

"I know, but I'm here now," You swiftly collided your lips with his, careful not to hurt his damaged one.

"Don't ever scare me like that again," You whisper. "Never," You smiled and kissed him again.