Dylan O'Brien Imagines

You Can't Just Leave Like That// Stiles

You were a coyote for 7 years, you were stuck in the wild as an animal. Of course, you weren't going to go right back to normal. Human normal rather. 

You knew what love was though, you knew that you loved Stiles. He was a part of your pack, he was yours. 

You were going to get Derek from this abandoned church in Mexico, but Stiles' jeep broke down.

You were watching around you, feeling as if someone else was there. Something else.

"Stiles hurry up." You said, looking into the dark. 

"I can't fix this thing any faster." He sassed.

"Well try."

Something went around the jeep and you took off after it, your canines forming in your mouth.

"Y/n! Y/n, where are you going?" You heard Stiles scream after you as you ran into the dark.

You crept around, using your eyes to look around. You saw nothing, but you felt it. Something was here. You felt something behind you, pushing you into a corner. 

That's when you felt this stab in your side before a larger mass disappeared into the darkness. You went back to the jeep, putting pressure on your wound.

"Y/n, where the hell were you?" Stiles asked as you got into the jeep with Lydia and Kira in the back. "You can't just leave like that. I didn't think you were coming back."

"I wouldn't leave without you," you said to him truthfully. "I would never leave without you."

He smiled, pulling you over into his side. He put an arm around you as you put your head on his shoulder. Your wound was healing like usual, the pain quickly subsiding. 

"I love you, Stiles." He glanced down at you before looking back at the road.

"I love you too." He smiles at you.

You leaned up and kissed the corner of his mouth. He turned, kissing you quickly before focusing on driving.

You kept your head on his shoulder as he stroked his fingers on your arm softly.

You couldn't leave this boy even if you tried.