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

stiles/scott when...

They break into your house to make sure you're okay

"Dude, are you sure about this? Why don't you just call her?" Scott asked Stiles as they walked up to your back door.

"Scott a vicious, murderous alpha is on the loose I can't let that thing get close to the girl I like. Plus her phone's on silent, she always puts it on silent before she goes to bed," He said peering through the window as Scott looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"What? We're good friends," He said defensively as he fiddled with the lock.

"We're here to protect her. Plus her parents are never home anyways, she'll want our help," He assured Scott.

"Dammit. We have to break the window," Stiles said in defeat. "No! You can't break into your crush's house! I'm leaving I'm sure she's fine," Scott said turning away from the door.

"No! Scott, please. I need to make sure she's okay," Scott rolled his eyes as Stiles took off his flannel and balled it into a fist.

"Do you really think she'll forgive you for breaking her window?" Scott asked, both of them looking at the window. "She'll understand. Right?" Stiles looked up at Scott.

Suddenly, the door swung open to reveal you in your pajamas with a baseball bat ready to swing.

"OH MY GOD!" Stiles shouted as both the boys backed away from you, startled.

"What the hell?! What are you doing here?!" You yelled putting down the bat. "You weren't answering your phone! There's an alpha on the loose, we had to make sure you were okay!" Stiles threw his hands up defensively.

"You both are idiots, I'm going back to bed. And don't try breaking into people's houses!" You said slamming the door in their faces.

"Well that went well, at least you know she's okay," Scott said walking back to the Jeep.