Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Emotional Tether// Stiles

"I have to save my dad." Stiles said, grabbing his fathers badge from his room. 

"Stiles, please don't. We can find him without the whole supernatural ability stuff." You pleaded.

"No. No we can't."

"Stiles, you remember what you felt when your mom died?" he stopped in the midst of opening the door. "Do you remember the panic attack? The insomnia? The whole anxiety thing?"

He turned to look at you.

"I can't go through that. It's hard enough watching Scott and Allison do it, but you. I can't lose you."

He comes over, giving you a tight hug.

"You're not going to lose me." he said. "We always make it back. We always make it back."

You nodded, still not believing the words of your best friend. You two got into the jeep, an uncomfortable silence settling around you.

Finally, he pulled into the animal clinic and got out.

"Stiles, you don't have to do this." You stopped him, pulling his hand towards you.

"Y/n, c'mon we don't have much time."

"Please Stiles." You begged, tears starting to fall.

"I'm going to be alright. I'm gonna come back and we're gonna get my dad and I'll be home in time for movie night." He said, wiping your tears and kissing your forehead before running inside.

You followed behind, wiping any evidence of crying away.

You stood behind everyone, not really listening to Deaton.

Scott pulled you into the front, beside Stiles.

"You need someone that can keep you down," Deaton says. "But not just someone to hold you under, it needs to be someone who can bring you back."

Stiles glanced at you, regret in his eyes.

"Lydia, why don't you go with Allison. Scott, I'll be with you. Y/n, why don't you go with Stiles." Deaton says.

"I uh I'm not su-"

"Please." Stiles was now begging you.

You're gonna be the one that kills Stiles. If he truly dies, it'll be underneath your hands.

You nodded, still unsure of your answer. You had to do something to help, which you're guessing this was it.

Stiles slipped his shoes off, grasping the badge in his hands. You went over, pulling him into a tight hug. 

"It's gonna be alright." He forced a smiled for your sake.

He slipped into the ice water, shivering at the coldness. You put your hands on his shoulder, slightly massaging them.

He smiles slightly at you before looking at his friends. They all smile at each other before taking a deep breath. You push him underwater by his shoulders, holding them there.

He started to squirm after a few minutes, but you held him down underneath until he stops, tears falling down your face as you drowned your best friend.

Deaton pulled away, leaving Scott underneath the water. You pulled your hands from the icy water, leaving Stiles in the water. 

You fell back, your back hitting the wall behind you. You held your face in your hands and started sobbing.

Lydia came over and pulled you into her arms, stroking your back slightly. She knew that there was a possibility of him not waking up.

You calmed down after a while, wiping your tears away. 

14 hours.

They were underwater for 14 hours. They were all technically dead. You tapped your foot anxiously, waiting for them to emerge from the water.

Then he comes up from the water, gasping.

"We know where it is."

You ran over as Stiles got out of the tub, jumping onto him.

You were silent as you hugged him tightly.

He was freezing as he wrapped his arms around you. You warmed him up with your body as you hugged him tightly.

"Thank god." You cried into his shoulder.

You pulled back as his cold lips suddenly latched onto yours. You were shocked as his lips worked against yours.

"I told you I was coming back."