Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Angry// Stiles

You were watching at Theo and Stiles argued, Stiles would shoot back a sarcastic comment everytime he said something. 

Stiles didn't like Theo, and honestly you didn't either. You went to school with Theo also in fourth grade and that was not Theo.

So when you found yourself stuck in the middle of the woods, your foot stuck in a bear trap and Theo's scent throughout these entire woods, you knew it was him. Or at least that's what Stiles says.

"Y/n, where'd you go?" Stiles' loud voice booms through the trees.

"Stiles." Your voice squeaked, but you know that he heard it.

He rounded the corner of a tree, his eyes meeting yours before traveling down your body.

You were human, but Stiles, he was a werewolf. He heard everything you felt, heard every thing you said even the things underneath your breath, he even saw everything you did. Like when you would be on the phone and would make a face, he'd say "don't make that face," you couldn't resist the small crush you had on Stiles.

Thing have been weird lately, not to mention the fact that everything is kind of falling apart. You were seeing your dead parents, Scott couldn't transform, and Stiles was hallucinating. You just figured if you came out here, if would give everyone a break.

"Y/n?" Apparently he didn't notice the giant bear trap about to snap your ankle in two.

"Look dumbass, now is not the time to be a dumbass." You said before making awkward hand motions at your foot.

He looks down at your foot before connecting the dots. "I swear, you becoming a werewolf make you even more of an idiot."

He scratches his neck before punching a tree. "Fuck! I knew it, I knew when I caught his scent he did something! I shouldn't have brought you out here, damn. Shit."

"Stiles,now is not the time to have an emotion breakdown. Look, try looking for a warning label." You suggest.

"A warning label?" He ask as he leans down beside the trap. 

"Instructions of how to disarm it." 

"Y/n, why the hell would they put instructions on the bottom of a trap? Because animals can't read," he says in his sassy tone. "Y/n, we got a problem."

"Huh?"

"I can't read either."

You felt as if your stomach fell to your feet. "You don't need the instructions," he looked up at you with that 'is that what you really think face.' "When was the last time you've ever used instructions? Am I right? You don't need them because you are too smart to waste your time with them, okay? You can figure it out. You can do it. Figure it out."

He look down at the trap for a few minutes, he was mad, mad at himself, mad at Theo, you watched as his eyes continuously turned back and forth between gold and brown. Then the realization hits him. "When I turn this knob, I want you to pull your foot out as fast as possible."

You gulp. "Okay."

"One," you both take a deep breath. "Two, three."

He turns the knob quickly, you jumping back to pull your foot back. Back to safety. Stiles catches you just as you're about to fall backwards. You watched as the trap snapped shut, luckily without your foot in it. 

You both were breathing heavily, both your faces were inches apart. Honestly, this is the closest you have ever been to his face. "I told you you could do it," you stared into his eyes. "That you could figure it out."

He pulls your face to his, pressing his lips to yours. You felt your stomach do a flip, but his time it wasn't the bad kind, it was the good kind. He pulls back. "What was that for?"

"That was for believing in me."

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I'm sorry for the lack of chapter lately, it's off. But FIVE THOUSAND READS GUYS OMG YASS WHO'S READY FOR TUESDAY WHERE LYDIA HAS HER NORMAL CLOTHES BACK I KNOW I AM THEN THE NEXT AFTER THAT WE SEE CRYSTAL AGAIN YASSSSSSSSSSSSSS