Teen Wolf Gif Imagines/Oneshots

Stiles Stilinski (Part 1)

Ok you guys got me. I'm doing another Stiles imagine, but I feel really good about how this one is going to turn out!

Warning!!! Will give you major feelz!

Your heart pounded against your chest, and worry consumed your whole body as you finished packing the last box full of your things into the trunk of your car. It took you sitting on it to actually shut because of how stuffed it was.

You stepped away from the small vehicle, the reality of the situation setting in. You were leaving.

Shortly after starting highschool, you became friends with Scott, and eventually got dragged into all of the drama with being in the pack. It's not what you want. You just want to be a normal teenage girl who does normal teenage girl stuff, and goes on normal dates with normal guys in a normal town. You weren't made for this life full of danger and risk.

You hadn't told anyone about how your family was moving, and you weren't allowing anyone over to your house during the process of getting packed up.

Your parents had found out about the supernatural a few months after you, and they saw the effect it was having on you. They also didn't want you going on more dangerous missions to save Beacon Hills, so a few weeks ago is when they sat you down and told you that they were moving, and the reasons. Your gut twisted when you remembered not putting up even the slightest fight with them.

You absolutely loved the pack, and everyone in it, but the supernatural life was too much for you to handle, and it felt like it was breaking you from the inside out.

A tear slid down your cheek as you realized what you had to do now. With regret filling your stomach, you climbed into your car and started driving down familiar roads. You knew this path like the back of your hand because of how many times you had driven down it. Your mind was basically on autopilot to a place it had named Second Home.

Stiles's house. Your boyfriend's house.

You and Stiles had been dating since a few months ago, and to say the least you two were inseperable. You both loved to annoy Scott and Isaac with little kisses throughout the day, and then you would go back to his place and cuddle while you watched Star Wars. If you had it your way, the discs would burn, but it was an excuse to spend time with Stiles, so it was worth every second of it.

As if no time had passed, you found yourself sitting in the driveway of your boyfriend's house, trying to figure out what to say.

With basically no plan whatsoever, you slowly climbed out of your car, making your way up to the front door before rapping on it four times. Stiles opened the door, and his face immediately lit up, grinning from ear to ear just from seeing you.

"(Y/n)! I didn't realize you were coming over. Come on in." He told you, clearly happy to see you.

"Actually can I talk to you? Out here?" You add, trying to not soak in his happiness. A confused expression crosses his face, concern filling his eyes that seemed to always be able to see into your soul.

"Are you ok?" He questions as he closes the front door, stepping into the small front porch, basically leaving you both chest to chest.

"Not really," you admit, your face hanging low, and your eyes watering up.

"What's going on? Are you hurt? Did you see another werewolf?" He starts listing off things that could possibly be wrong, but none of them are even close to the truth.

"No Stiles. I'm not hurt. It's something else." You were having such a hard time figuring out what to say to him right now.

"We'll talk to me," he tells you sweetly, grabbing into your upper arms with his large hands. "Whatever is going on you can tell me." Your eyes meet his, and you can't help but tear up at the sight of his concerned face. It was the way he showed how much he really cared about you. By how much he was willing to protect you and save you from in the supernatural world.

"I'm leaving," you blurt out, a tear threatening to fall.

"What do you mean?" He questions with a nervous chuckle. "You just got here."

"No Stiles. I mean I'm leaving. I'm moving." His face drops into one of shock, his eyes showing the concern he was in.

"Like moving-moving?" All you can do is nod your head. "Where? When? I mean your staying until the end of the school year right?" Questions came pouring out of his mouth in a panicked frenzie. He started gesturing to nonexistent things with his hands, making you take a step back from him, almost tripping off the step to the porch.

"I'm not waiting till the end of the school year," you tell him, a frown on your face.

"Then in a few weeks?" You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Your only response is to shake your head no. That's when it clicked in Stiles's mind what was happening.

"No." He whispers, shock consuming his features. "No you're not leaving right now. You can't! You can't just tell me your leaving! (Y/n) no!" He wasn't yelling like he was angry with you, but he obviously didn't like the situation.

"Stiles I'm sorry," you whisper, tears threatening to spill out over your eyelids.

"What about Scott and Lydia and Isaac? What about me? (Y/n) we need you with us. How are we going to figure out-?"

"Stiles that's the point! That's why I'm leaving!" You finally let your tears fall, your words coming it as choked sobs. "I never wanted any of this! I just want to be able to live my life where werewolf's and packs and nothing supernatural exists! I'm not cut out for this, Stiles! I don't want to be a part of Scotts pack anymore! It's too much!"

Stiles looks at you, his expression a mix of sadness and pain just by looking at you. He never knew any of this, so to see you so broken in front of him broke his heart.

"(Y/n)," he says, much calmer from his tone before, "look I know it's hard right now. I get it. I've been in Scotts pack ever since he became a werewolf. And I get that you're scared. But please, you can't just leave us."

"I can't stay Stiles."

"But what if-"

"No Stiles!" You exclaim, tears continuing to drip down your cheeks. "I never wanted any of this," you repeat your words from earlier. "I wish I had never known about the supernatural, I wish I had never come into Scotts pack, I wish I had never met you!" The last part slipped out of your mouth, and you felt guilty immediately after saying it, but you were too upset to apologize.

"You don't mean that," he denies.

"I wish I had never met you," you repeat slower, the words breaking your heart as they came out of your mouth. You don't have the heart to look at Stiles as he takes the two steps towards you, closing the small distance between your bodies. He takes one of your shaking hands in his, and cups the back of your neck with his other.

"(Y/n). Please," he breathes out, sounding on the verge of tears himself. He leans his forehead down to meet yours, and for just a second everything felt normal. "Please," he repeats, his warm breath fanning out across your face.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, relishing the feeling of your hand in his for a few more seconds before jerking away from him and running down to your car. The expression on his face is one of absolute heartbreak, and you can see a tear sliding down his cheek as you pull out of the driveway, your body shaking with sobs.

You would never see him again. That's the only thing you could promise yourself. You would never come back to Beacon Hills and risk reopening the wounds you had just given him. He was too good to deserve something like that. He was too good to deserve any of this.

A small crack sounds from your passenger side seat, and you glance over to see an old picture of you and Stiles sitting on an old swing set out in his backyard. You carefully grabbed the photo, and slid it into one of the many boxes stuffed into your small car, burying the photo. Now you would just have to bury the memories. And that was another thing you could promise yourself. That was impossible.

Tell me what you think! Also tell me if you want a part 2, cause I have an idea for a part 2, but idk if I should write it or not!