Dylan O'Brien Imagines

I'm Coming Back// Stiles

You blinked away the pain that was behind your eyelids.

Someone let out some kind of disease that made every supernatural being in school turn.

Stiles took you to the vault, along with Kira, Scott, and Malia.

You were in pain, you were weak, your breathing was labored. Stiles had you in his lap, stroking your hair softly as you tiredly relaxed.

You always could relax when you were with Stiles. No matter what was going on, you always got relaxed when he held you in his arms.

You felt his eyes on you as you breathed deeply.

You opened you eyes, staring into his chocolate brown eyes.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"Because you're beautiful."

"God, I knew I shouldn't have watched that movie with you." You chuckled weakly.

Scott called Stiles over and he set you on the ground before going over.

You drifting into one of those, in between states. In between sleep and consciousness.

Stiles POV

"Stiles," Scott asked. "You need to talk to Mr. Yukimara."

I turned back and looked at y/n.

"She'll be okay." Scott said.

"I don't want to leave her."

But I knew that I had to go. My friend's lives depended on it.

I went back over to y/n, shaking her softly. "Y/n. Y/n."

"Hmm." She said.

"I gotta leave for a few, okay?" I helped her sit up.

"Why are you going?"

"Whatever's happening, it's worse for you guys. That means it's not just people getting sick, it's another assassin."

"Here." I took my coat off, draping it over her shoulders.

Y/n POV

"You're coming back, right?" You asked, tears prickling your eyes.

"I'm coming back, I'd never leave you behind." He said, pushing the hair from your face.

You chocked on the sob, trying to hold your tears in.

He kissed your forehead, lingering his lips for just a second longer than usual.

"Of course I'm coming back."