Teen wolf imagines

Stiles Stilinski | Wishful Thinking

@its_so_skye
You felt the light breeze as you jogged through the woods, though the humidity sat in the air like thick fog. Tonight was a full moon and you knew the risk of jogging through the forest was higher than any other night but you went anyways. Stiles had forced you to stay at home all day so when he left your house, you took the opportunity to go for your daily run. As your best friend, he felt obligated to protect you. You had been running for a little over an hour, following your usual path. You could, suddenly, smell a faint musk that reminded you of Scott. You realized the connection to the smell and before you could react, the wolf had you pinned down. 

You heard footsteps running behind you and Scott's voice rang through your ears, "Isaac, calm down. Remember what we practiced." Isaac looked to Scott then back to you and felt his weight shift, his eyes dulled from their vibrant yellow back to green. He looks at you again before rolling onto the ground next to you, "I'm so sorry." 

As you pull up to your house, you see Stiles run out onto the driveway. He opens your car door and grabs your hand, gently pulling you out, "I swear I will chain you up next month, If I have to. Don't scare me like that." He shakes your shoulders before pulling you in. You rest your head against his chest and wrap your arms around his waist. "Stiles, I'm fine. Isaac didn't hurt me." 

He pulls away and looks into your eyes, "That's not the point, he could have. Any of them could have and I won't let that happen." At that moment, you realized his need to protect you went deeper than friendship. He cared about you on a different level. You moved your hands from his waist to the sides of his face, pulling his lips to yours. His fingers raked through your hair as your lips moved in sync. He pulls away and smiles, "Wow."