Dylan O'Brien Imagines

No Rest For The Wicked // Stiles Stilinski

A/N: This is lowkey crack fic?? But, also, super cute and romantic? Read at your own risk lol

"I will destroy you."

"Prepare for defeat, curly. I never lose."

"Oh, god. I can't watch this." Lydia squeaks, hands rising to cover her eyes in a panic. "Just let me know when it's over."

"When you hear the vomiting, you'll know." Malia answered distractedly, gaze locked on the two werewolves about to engage in an ice cream eating contest.

"Let's just start already! Unless you guys are too chicken!" Liam taunted.

"Yeah, hurry this thing up, will you? Liam's bed-time is at 9!" Stiles said with a proud smirk on his face at his burn. You rolled your eyes lightly, smacking his chest with the back of your hand. A large grin grew on his face at your reaction.

"Wait, let's go over some ground rules first." Scott suggested, a chorus of groans echoing throughout the room at his request.

"Well, while you do that, I'm gonna get some snacks." You announced, escaping the comforting warmth that Stiles provided. "Anyone want anything?"

"Bugles!"

"I'll take some more pepsi."

"Gummy bears, please!"

"Roger that." Sending a sarcastic salute to your friends, you retreated into the kitchen. As you retrieved a pitcher of water from the fridge and a glass from the cupboard, you thought about how lucky you were to have this night off. No battles with evil creatures or unsolved murder cases, because, tonight, you were nothing more than a group of teenagers eager to goof off together and actually be teenagers for once. Tonight, you were normal.

You turned back to the fridge just in time to notice Stiles standing in the doorway, hands stuffed in the pockets of his black jeans. His shoulder bared most of his weight as he leant against the doorframe, the sleeves of his red sweater rolled up to reveal just enough of his lean forearms. Taking your bottom lip in between your teeth, you detected the start of a smile in his eyes as he discovered your exploratory stare.

"See something you like, babe?" He teased, pushing off the doorframe to get closer to you. Your cheeks grew warm despite yourself as you placed the water back in the fridge, forcing you to turn your back to him. A grin pulled at your lips when you felt arms wrap around you, a nose nuzzling itself into your neck. Stiles placed a few kisses to your skin as he held you tight, swaying your bodies to imaginary music. "I like it when you check me out."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," You giggled, spinning in his grasp to look into those warm amber eyes you loved so much, keeping him close to you. "Why'd you follow me in here exactly? Worried I would get lost while locating some gummy bears, Stilinski?"

"Guilty. I mean, can you blame me?" A playful light shined in his eyes as a small chuckle left his lips, gently pushing you against the counter beside the fridge, trapping your body against his. His arms caged you in as he nudged his nose against yours. "Batman's gotta protect his girl. It's my civic duty to keep your cute little ass in check."

"Batman, huh?" You asked, incredulous, hands running up and down his arms as his face neared yours once more. He nodded slowly, his lips brushing over yours in the process. The action caused your pulse to quicken, a shaky breath escaping you. "And to what do I deserve the pleasure of having Gotham City's greatest detective watching over me?"

"Why don't I just show you?"

Your entire body erupted into flames as his lips finally slotted themselves against yours. A long breath was drawn from your nose as you reached up to tug on his hair, eliciting a deep groan from the back of his throat. His fingers gripped your hips, pushing your body into the counter with just enough force to have you sighing into his mouth. You traced his bottom lip with your tongue, and he easily granted you access as you explored each other's mouths.

The heated exchange ended all too quickly, both of you pulling away to let the air back into your lungs. His forehead pressed against yours as you took a moment to catch your breath.

"God, you're incredible." Stiles breathed, nose bumping yours as you tilted your face up to look him in the eye, glazed over with an indescribable emotion.

"I guess I should be saying the same about you, Mr. Wayne."

"I love when you talk nerd to me." His declaration drew a giggle from you, a smile of his own forming on his lips at the sound. He pulled away from you the slightest bit, nimble fingers rising to rest on your arms. "I actually got you a little something."

"Babe, you didn't have to—"

"Hush," He silenced you, gently poking your side. "You're my girlfriend, let me spoil you just this once, okay? Again: civic duty."

"Alright, alright, what is it?" You chided eagerly, a curious smile resting on your lips.

Stiles reached behind him, pulling out a small red box, and holding it out for you to take. Sending him a questioning glance, your fingers brushed his as you took the velvet cube from him.

"Open it!" He chanted excitedly, shaking your body like the silly spaz he is.

Laughing, you obliged. Inside laid a silver charm shaped like an 'S' attached to a chain, staring up at you expectantly. Your eyes stung with unshed tears as you gazed at the necklace in your hands fondly.

Stiles, clearly taking your silence as a bad sign, spoke up. "Ever since I introduced you to this world—ya know, the supernatural and whatnot—it's an underlying fear of mine that something is gonna happen to you, or you'll get hurt because of me. Because we risk that happening nearly every day we choose to just throw ourselves amidst the newest threat with hardly any regard for our own safety, and that scares the shit out of me. We normally stick together—because, yay humans!—but, um, ya know, sometimes we don't. I guess this is just my long-winded way of telling you that this is a reminder that I'll always be with you, and have your back. It's super cheesy, I know, but—"

"I love it."

"You do?"

"Yes. So much."

"Good, you scared me there for a second."

"No need to be scared." You leaned up to peck his cheek sweetly, turning your back to him once more as you grinned at him over your shoulder. "Put it on me?"

He exhaled sharply, his expression mirroring yours. "Yeah, of course."

Pulling your hair out of the way, you felt his cold hands on your skin as he fastened the chain around you. A warmth spread to your cheeks as you felt him press a kiss to the back of your neck, before twirling you back around to face him.

"Thank you, I love it." You admitted softly, rubbing your thumb over the smooth metal of the necklace's charm.

"And I love you." He returned, your grin widening at the proclamation. His hands latched onto your waist again, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. Your eyes closed in the absolute bliss that comes with being in the presence of your favorite person. Nothing could disrupt this moment.

That's when Liam darted into the room, skidding to a stop beside you with a frantic look in his eye. "Isaac threw up and Scott ... well ..."

"SCOTT, YOU DID NOT JUST SHIT YOURSELF?!" Lydia's shriek could be heard from the family room, a mixture of cackles and gagging noises closely following.

"Yeah, that." Liam grimaced, glancing between the two of you.

"I TOLD YOU I NEVER LOSE!"

"No rest for the wicked, huh, babe?" You looked to your boyfriend, the two of you snickering as he shakes his head in humorous disbelief.

"I'll get the mop."