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

stiles when...

You sneak into his house at night

You climbed up the wall of the Stilinski household, careful not to slip on any branches to wake Stiles's dad. You've done this multiple times unannounced, you could do this in your sleep.

You reached Stiles's bedroom and pulled open the window, sneaking inside.

"Stiles," You whisper shaking the boy awake and turning on his lamp. He groaned but sprang up from his bed when he realized it was you.

"God Y/N stop doing that you'll give me a heart attack," Stiles said huskily sitting up on his bed. "Sorry I just couldn't sleep. I've been up all night thinking."

He closed his eyes and smiled, motioning you towards his bed. You grinned and laid down beside him covering yourself in blankets. Your backs were against each other's.

"What were you thinking about?" Stiles murmured. "Hmm?" You mumble half-awake. "You said before you couldn't sleep because you were thinking about something."

"It's nothing, it can wait." Stiles flips his body around to face you. "Tell me," he urges and you flip around to face him.

"I just hope everything turns out okay. It's always one thing after the other in this town. I just want it to stop for a little while," You say closing your eyes but Stiles continues to stare at your sleepy state. "Yeah, me too."

You could feel yourself falling deeper and deeper into sleep, but Stiles was still watching your peaceful body attentively.

"You awake?" You could hear him whisper but you ignored it, it was probably a dream.

"God, how do I tell you this?" He mumbled stroking a piece of hair behind your ear. "I love you, Y/N."

You had heard his words, but you thought it was just a dream.