Teen Wolf Imagines

Stiles - Drag Me Away

"Stiles!" You screamed as Ennis dragged you across the empty parking lot. "Scott!"

They wouldn't be able to hear you. They were inside fighting Deucalion, Kali and the twins. No one even knew you had come.

Ennis slapped his hand over your mouth. You thrashed around, biting kicking, but he had too strong of a hold on you.

"[Y/N]!" You heard a familiar voice scream. You almost cried in relief. Scott and Stiles were running towards you and Ennis.

Scott knocked you out of Ennis' grip, and you fell to the ground in instant pain.

"Come on," Stiles said, pulling you off the ground and breaking into a run. You and one of the only other humans in the pack located Stiles' Jeep and climbed inside. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Stiles asked.

"I'm okay," you said. "Thanks."

"It was all Scott," Stiles said.

"No, really," you replied. "Take my thanks. You saved my life."

Stiles blushed. "Why did you come here? You could have gotten really hurt. I would literally die if anything ever happened to you."

"Uh, we should...help Scott and the others," You said before things got awkward. Yes, Stiles was hot and you were both single. Yet everyone knows how into Lydia he is.

"Yeah, totally. We could just- let me think- run in there and start beating the giant twin wolf in there probably giving Derek a wedgie as we speak."

"I wish there were something we could do," you said.

"Well, you know how it is. Us versus them. Good versus evil. Fighting over were-things."

You sat with Stiles for a few more silent moments. It was an uncomfortable silence. You wanted to tell him how you felt, and ask him if there was any way he could possibly like you back.

You shifted in your seat, revealing a large bruise forming on your side from where you fell out of Ennis' grip.

"Oh god," Stiles flailed his arms. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just worried about the others. What's going to happen when they come out of there? I mean, they could be in there, seriously hurt. I can't even see Scott and Ennis' anymore. Ennis' could be dragging Scott's dead body-"

Stiles' lips crashed onto yours. You jerked back in surprise.

"Did you... Did you not want me to do that?" Stiles asked.

"No, no! I did," you tell him. "Do you want to do it again?"

Stiles opened his mouth wide, "I liked it. Was it, uh, good for you too?"

You quit the awkward banter and pressed your lips to his again. You put your hand behind his neck and he began to rub your back.

Derek jerked the back door to the Jeep open, and you and Stiles pulled away from each other as fast as you could.

"Derek! How's it going?" Stiles squeaked.

"Don't," Derek said.

You leaned over to Stiles and whispered in his ear, "we can pick up where we left off later."