Dylan O'Brien Imagines.

I Have This Kink | Stiles Stilinski

Warning: Also pretty sinful! 

Y/N's POV

"Alright! Everyone on the bus!" Coach yells, students piling onto it as I stand next to Stiles and a limped over Scott.

"Scott? Are you sure you're okay? I mean, we can skip the meet if you're not up to par." I tell him, laying a hand on his arm. Scott shakes his head, muttering about him being okay, grabbing his bag, and getting on the bus.

"Stiles, is this a good idea? Letting him go?" I ask, running a hand through my hair as he reaches down, grabbing our bags. "Wait, Stiles, I can take my bag!" I reach for it and he slaps my hand away.

"I honestly don't know, Y/N." Stiles shakes his head. "Let me be a gentleman. It's no problem." He places a chaste kiss to my cheek before walking onto the bus. I followed him in tow, a blush rising on my cheeks. Oh god, this is going to be interesting. I get onto the bus, walking back towards the back seats, sitting in the seat across from Stiles and Scott.

We've been on this bus for a few hours. My head laid against the window, looking at the various trees, hearing Stiles talk to Scott.

"Hey, yo, Scotty. Still with me?" Stiles asks. I look over, seeing Scott snap out of his daze.

"Yeah, sorry. What's the word?" He asks, looking out the window.

"Anachronism." Stiles replies, looking over at me, giving me a grin before making a face at his iPad.

"Something that exists out of its normal time." Scott answers and Stiles nods.

"Nice. Okay. Next word, incongruous." I stare at the side of Stiles' head, admiring him as he attempts to study with Scott.

"Um, can you use it in a sentence?" Scott's face scrunched up slightly. Stiles stares ahead, sarcasm lacing in his voice.

"Yes. Yes I can. It's completely incongruous that we're sitting on a bus right now on our way to some stupid cross-country meet after what just happened, incongruous." I giggle at his forwardness, his eyes turning to meet mine before looking back at Scott.

"Out of place, ridiculous, absurd." Scott looks over at him, giving me a small smile. I give him a wave before closing my eyes, listening to Stiles ramble on.

"Um, next word. Darach." Stiles says and I lift my head, giving him a small glare as Scott does the same. "It's a noun." Stiles looks to Scott, groaning slightly. "We have to talk about it sometime okay? We're gonna be stuck in this thing for, like, five hours, so why not?" When Scott doesn't answer him, Stiles clears his throat, looking over at me once again. I keep my eyes on Scott, worried about one of my best friends.

The bus hits a bump and Scott groans, making Stiles and I look at him in worry.

"Scott? You okay?" I ask, moving towards the edge of the seat, my feet in the aisle. Scott just exhales, not saying anything.

"We shouldn't have come. I knew it, Y/N knew it. We shouldn't have come." Stiles complains, keeping his eyes on Scott.

"We had to. There's safety in numbers." Scott tells Stiles.

"Yeah, well there's also death in numbers, okay? It's called a massacre, or bloodbath, carnage, slaughter, butchery, wow, that's..." Stiles rambled on as I give him a look telling him to stop and Scott groans once again. I look at him, a sad expression etched on my face.

"Stiles, maybe you should tell coach?" I whisper and he agrees.

"All right. Scott, I'm telling coach that-" Stiles is cut off by Scott.