dylan o'brien imagines

stiles stilinski | frustrated

It had been a few hours since Sheriff Stilinski went missing and Stiles was losing his mind. He couldn't seem to find any clues as to where his father could be.

I sat on his bed watching as he paced back and forth. I chose to stay quiet and not interrupt his thoughts.

He grabbed his marker and begin writing some things down on his board but stopped abruptly and started to breathe very heavily.

This is when I finally decided to speak up. "Stiles are you okay?" No answer. "Stiles?" I stood up from his bed and walked over to him carefully.

"Hey baby why don't you sit do-" I was interrupted by Stiles slamming his marker at the board and letting out a scream of frustration. I jumped at his sudden outburst.

I walked closer to him and placed my hand on his shoulder. "We'll find him." I said giving his shoulder a squeeze. "What if we don't?" He asked pulling away from my grasp and sitting on the edge of the bed. "Don't say that Stiles." I sat next to him. "But what if we don't Y/N? I can't lose him too." I grabbed his hands and placed them in my lap. "You're not going to lose your dad Stiles." "You don't know that." He pulled his hands away from mine and that broke my heart.

"Sti-" "Please just go Y/N." He said standing up from his spot on the bed. "What? No. I'm not leav-" "JUST GO!" I felt tears begin to brim my eye lids. Stiles had never raised his voice at me like that and it scared me because I'd never seen this side of him. It was as if he turned into a whole other person.

I stood up from his bed and waited a few seconds to see if he would change his mind. He didn't. "Fine." I stormed out of his room and didn't look back.

It was the next day and Deaton thought he had found a way to find all the parents. I wasn't really sure how it worked, but all I knew was that it was very dangerous and involved ice baths.

Deaton said that you needed someone who had a strong enough hold over you to bring you back. I knew he was going to put me with Stiles together, but we still weren't talking after last night. As I suspected, he assigned me to Stiles and I made my way over to him, still not making eye contact.

Yes, I was upset about the fight we had yesterday, but that didn't mean I wasn't shaking with fear over the fact that I might lose him.

"Y/N?" I looked at him in the eyes for the first time since the fight. "I know we aren't really on speaking terms right now, but... I love you and if something happens to me I just want you to know I'm sorry and-" I cut him off with a passionate kiss and pulled away slowly. "I love you too." He smiled at me and began to get into the small bath.

I held him by the shoulders and was instructed to drown him. I hesitated, but then Stiles looked up at me and gave me a small smile of reassurance. I then proceeded to follow what Deaton said.

I couldn't watch as I drowned him and looked away as I did so.

Once they were fully put to sleep we all waited patiently for them to wake up.

Deaton said that this was highly dangerous and when they weren't waking up I started to panic.

When 12 hours passed I REALLY started to panic.

When they all finally woke up I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I ran over to Stiles and indulged him in a big hug.

"I thought I lost you." I whispered into his neck. "How long were we out?" Stiles asked. "Almost 16 hours." Lydia replied. Stiles sat on top of the counter to catch his breath.

"Wait what!?" "Yeah you scared me half to death." I said wrapping my arms around his torso. "I'm sorry." He gave me a quick kiss to the forehead.

Although this was a time of crisis, I couldn't resist how incredibly hot Stiles looked in the moment, but I needed to shake that off and focus on finding his dad.

"We need to go like now." Scott stated. "Agreed." Allison said. And with that we all left to go and rescue their parents.