Dylan O'brien Imagines

Stiles// Space Between

Never ending symptoms in my head.

Stiles was gone. You woke up one day 6 weeks ago and your husband was gone. Not to mention that you were pregnant. You were only a couple days pregnant when he went missing so he didn't know...

You had know idea who took him but you were 100% sure it was something SUPERNATURAL.

You would be out there looking for him like any wife should but Scott being the douche bag he was put mountain ash around your house. (You are a Banshee).

He knew you were with child and refused to let you put his best friend's child in harm's way. He promised you he would bring him back to you but you had all these thoughts telling you otherwise.

No not fighting, no more fighting, no more fighting for us.

2 weeks before Stiles went missing you two were arguing over stupid shit. Stuff that didn't make sense now...

Feel the void in our bed. The space between is defending.

The first 2 days you slept on opposite sides of the bed. The third night you finally let him hold you. Even though he held you at night you didn't speak for the next 4 days. This got to you and finally led to you breaking down in his arms one night. You both apologized and he told you how much he loved you and then he showed you.......

We don't bend or break it

The two of you have only gotten into 3 or 4 big fights in the 5 years that you had been married. You sealed the deal right when the both of you were done with college. You had been together for 8 years then, since you were 14.... now it would be 13 years together and 5 of marriage. It was pretty clear that you wanted to be together for ever.

But were to tired, we let the embers cool.

You were nothing without him and now that he was gone.... You stayed traped in the house only being let out once a month and that was for ultra sounds. 6 week was nothing compared to the next 3 months.

So one day nearly 4 1/2 months after your other half went missing and nearly 5 months of being pregnant you heard a knock on the front door. You glanced in the mirror beside you, you looked like shit. Your hair was in a messy bun you were wearing shorts and one of his hoddies. You had dark circles under your eyes and your baby bump was showing.

You slumped over to the door. You opened it to yell at the person but instead of yelling you were speachless. Standing in front of you was the man you had longed for all these months. You started sobbing and he pulled you to him.

He held you tight and kissed you for a few minutes before pulling away and placing his hands on your stomach.

His eyes were filled with joy as he looked at your pruding stomach. "How far along are you?" A smile was pulled onto your face. "19 weeks"  he picked you up and spun you around in circles while you giggled.

"Baby I'm sorry. They took me and I missed all this"

He was near tears.

"It's ok, your here now. Who took you?"

He looked up at you. Then He spoke.

I'M SORRY THIS IS SO CLICHE. I literally have a binder full of hand written one's and I thought today I would post one and I had to pick the most CLICHE one. I'm sorry.... but what can I say? I'M A SUCKER FOR CLICHE💜💜💜