Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Get In!// Stiles

You were in the middle of the desert. Fighting these skin walkers with Kira. As far as you knew, Stiles and Scott were on their way.

With the piece of junk jeep, there was no telling when they would get here.

You were surround by the skinned people trying to kill you. All you had as a weapon was your iconic bow and Kira's katana.

But there were nothing compared to the skin walkers skills.

You fought some off, feeling the slice of your arm and the pain spreading through you.

You groaned, clutching your arm as another tore at your leg, causing you to fall to the ground.

They contiuned to tear at your body until the blue jeep skidded to a stop, Scott jumping out in full werewolf form.

He started to help Kira as you drug yourself to the jeep.

"Get in!" Stiles yelled as climbed into the seat.

"Woah y/n are you okay?" He asked, pulling you the rest of the way up as Kira and Scott jumped in the back.

"No." You winced, pushing the back of your head into the seat, pain overwhelming you.

You black off for a few before the next thing you knew you were waking up in a hospital.

Stiles was sleeping by your side, his head in his hand.

You smiled softly before reaching over, placing your hand on his.

His eyes opened slowly, landing on your hand before trailing up your arm and meeting your eyes.

"Hey." He smiled, kissing your knuckles.

"You came for me." You said.

"Of course I came for you," he smiled. "Couldn't leave my best girl behind."

You balled his shirt up with your fist, pulling it to you until his lips met yours.

The only thing filling the room was the heartbeat monitor, speeding up every time his lips touched yours.