Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Don't Sneak Up On Me// Stiles

Before your dad died, he trained you. He taught you how to use a gun, how to fight, how to protect yourself. But most importantly, he taught you how to build up walls and keep people out, maybe after he died but you knew, you knew that it was gonna happen. 

So after moving around with your mom, changing schools and losing friends, you stopped trying to make friends, stopped trying to get good grades just for them to disappear.  

But when you moved to Beacon Hills and started staying longer than usual, as in 5 months you started getting comfortable and starting to bring up your grades. But you couldn't make any friends. It has been so long since you've had too, it seemed so alien to try. 

But, exactly when you stopped trying, a boy that you knew as Stiles came and sat with you at lunch. Where he sat, his friends did and suddenly, you had an entire group of friends. But something wasn't right, why would someone want to be friends with you?

"Am I at you guy's table?" You asked, starting to collect your things.

"No, no, we uh, we wanted to talk to you." His brown eyes connected with yours. 

"About?" You sat back down.

"Well, we uh, did some research on you and we know about your training," Stiles said as your eyes got wide. "And we uh, see you training in the field behind the swimming pool."

"What?" you groaned. "You guys not only invaded my privacy but stalked me?"

You got up, grabbing your bag and starting to exiting the lunchroom. Someone grabs your arm, turning you to face them but you twist their wrist. Stiles. 

"Please, we need your help, I know how good you are. Please." He begged.

"Why? Why should I help you?" you let go of him. "I've been here for almost 6 months and you didn't talk to me once and now you want my help?"

He looks down, knowing I'm right. "I watched you if that makes a difference."

"You watched me? Okay, that's not creepy at all," you chuckled slightly. "What do I get out of it?"

A small smirk stretched across his face. "A date, with me."

"Mhmm, I see, but what if I don't want to go on a date with you." You returned the smirk as he smile fell. 

"The the planned is ruined and this is embarrassing." He frowns. 

"I'm kidding," you nudged him. "But I want a good date, not hanging with Scott and your friends, a real dinner and movie or something."

"Deal."

The next night, you were walking around the hospital with one of your dad's gun in your hands, securing the first floor. 

You were limping and probably bleeding, you were thrown against multiple walls by two twin boys who are apparently werewolves. 

You shot them both a few times before taking off, trying to find Stiles.

You turned a corner, coming face to face with someone, raising the gun to their face.

"Holy shit, Stiles," you lower the gun to your side. "Don't sneak up on me."

"We got Cora and Scott scared the twins off, so let's go before my dad gets here." He grabs your hand and you both start running from the hospital. 

"Y/n, you're bleeding." He stops about a block away in his jeep. 

"I'm fine." You say, turning away from him. He pulls something from the back, opening it and grabbing some alcohol and bandages. 

He grabs you chin softly, holding you face in place. He dabbed the alcohol on the cut on your forehead, you wincing at it. You just stared at him as he furrowed his eyebrows, focusing on your forehead.

He put a small bandage on it, rubbing it softly with his thumb.

You noticed he had a small smudge of dirt on his cheekbone so, without thinking, you licked your thumb and wiped it off.

"Oh my god, I just totally momed you," you chuckled, wiping his cheek softly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize."

You turned back to him but instead of meeting his eyes, you met his lips. His hands were softly caressing you face.

He pulled back, a small smile pulling at his lip. 

"Hmm, kissing before the first date, I see how it is Doctor Stilinski."

"God, I am so in love with you." He said before pushing his lips back on yours. 

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all i could see during this was the way katniss looked at peeta when he was putting that stuff on her face the first hunger games movie omg but whO'S READY FOR TEEN WOLF TONIGHT I KNOW I AM