Dylan O'Brien imagines❤️

Stiles- Butterflies (n)

*PLOT: Stiles tries to cheer you up because you've been having problems sleeping lately.*

You're sitting in the library, drinking the
seventh coffee of the day. You can't sleep at night, you're tired, but you can't sleep. Same thing is happening to your sister Lydia's friend, Stiles. Boy if he's cute... you really like him, but he never even talks to you cause he's completely in love with Lydia. Anyway, he has been having problems too. He always thinks that he's dreaming and he's kind of losing his mind. You do that too, only with a little bit of asthma as always. You wake up screaming in the middle of the night and at a certain moment you can't breathe. It sucks!
The loud noise of the doors opening and closing brings you out of your thoughts and you slightly jump. It's Stiles, and he's walking towards you.
"Hey!" He says sitting.
"Hi" you say smiling and then looking back at your book.
He inhales deeply before scuffing and slightly laughing sarcastically.
"Can you please go... I'd like to be alone..." you say sadly.
"Can I sit here with you? He says pointing at the chair next to yours.
"I'd really prefer to be alone..." you say shrugging.
"Come on, y/n don't be so rude every time..."
"I'm not being rude, I'm just telling you I'd like to be alone..."
"Yes you are, you're always alone. You could use some company. Always sitting here by yourself, it's sad."
"It's me! What's so wrong about that, I like to enjoy my own company!" You yell at him putting the book down on the desk. He looks at you sadly and comes closer. He sits next to you and puts his hand around your waist, pulling you closer. "I tried to make friends, I really did. But they all left me for better. I don't even think it's their fault..." You say crossing your arms to your chest and exhaling heavily. The tears forming in your eyes make him understand that you are totally aware that you have no friends, and yeah, it is sad.
"Ok..." he says sitting next to you "come here..." he says and pulls you in a hug. His warm breath against your neck makes you shiver. "It's okay, I know you've been having problems... Lydia told me." He says caressing your back.
"Yeah... it's been a lot since I last slept well..." you say sobbing.
"How much have you slept?" He asks concerned.
"5 hours I think." You say, your voice breaking.
"Yesterday?"
"This week." You say and he gasps. He breaks the hug and looks at you. You're a mess, your hair are messy, your face is pale but your eyes are dark and tired.
"We're going to get through this... it's going to be okay..." he says and places a kiss at your temple. You sob again and throw yourself in his arms. He pulls you closer and hugs you tight. You've missed this, you've missed being loved...