Dylan O'Brien Imagines

I Don't Know What To Do// Stiles

You were kidnapped by Theo. Since Donovan didn't finish his job, Theo decided he had to do it himself.

"Theo," you gasped from the back seat of his truck. "Please, let me go."

He drugged you with something. What? You don't know, but your legs were numb and you felt kind of dizzy.

He pulled you out of the truck and started taking you god knows where. He stood you up in the middle of a room, but your legs gave out and you fell to the ground.

You saw him pull out a gun and aim it at you.

This wasn't fair at all, you couldn't move, you could barely talk and he was going to shoot you.

You couldn't do anything, so you laughed. You laughed.

You heard the gun go off, and the pain hit your rib cage, making your breath catch in your throat.

2 hours.

You sat there for 2 hours, attempting to put pressure on the wound, but you got weaker and weaker until you couldn't press anymore.

Stiles POV

After fussing with Theo about whether or not to call Scott for a straight 10 minutes, I go to call him.

"Stiles, Scott doesn't want to talk to your right now," he says as I ignore him. "But I think y/n does."

She was missing, she's been missing. You stopped and turned around, to face him.

"Y/n was looking for you, Stiles," he smirks, stepping in front of the headlights. "She found me instead."

"Where is she?" I stepped in front of the headlights, facing him.

"I covered for you. This was taken care of. If Melissa didn't find it at the hospital, that even the son of a cop can make mistakes." He says, stepping toward me.

"Did you hurt her?"

"I didn't lie about why I came to Beacon Hills," he said. "I'm here for the pack. I came for the werecoyote, who's first instinct is to kill. I came for the Banshee, the girl surrounded by death. I came for the dark Kitsune, the Beta with anger issues. I came for Void Stiles. That's the pack I want."

I step forward, balling my fists.

"Unfortunately, that doesn't include Scott," he growls. "You heartbeat is rising Stiles, but it's not because you're afraid. Nogitsune is gone, but you still have more blood on your hands than any of us. I'm about to get more."

"I'll tell you where your girlfriend is, if you promise not to help Scott."

I step forward, my fist colliding with his jaw as he falls to the ground. "There he is! That's Void Stiles."

Did this dude like being punched? He rubbed his jaw but a small smirk was on his face.

"It felt good, didn't it?" He smirks.

"We're not going to tell Scott." I said.

"'Cause you can't lose your best friend, right? Even though we both know you never needed him."

I punched him again.

"You hate me now, but you'll get it eventually," he smirks. "This is the hard part."

"'Cause you can't save Scott's and y/n's life," he smiles. "You still got time Stiles, you still got time."

Your POV

The door bursts open a few minutes later and you recognize them at Stiles.

"Stiles." You gasped, extended you hand towards him. He grabbed it, leaning down beside you.

"Y/n, oh-oh my god," he paniced. "I-I don't know what to do."

"Pressure," you gasped, black dots clouding your vision.

He pushed on your wound and you groan. He called an ambulance and held you in his arms until thwy got there.