Dylan O'Brien Imagines

I Want It To Be Real Pt 2

"Because I want it to be real," you smile back at him. "I want him to really love me."

Maybe you could compel him, but would it really be love? Would he really love you, or would he just think that he loves you?

You were meeting with him today, to tutor him in Math. It's funny how fast roles can be switched. He used to help you with history, now you're helping him with math.

You weren't leaving anymore, not again. You were staying here, you felt like you belonged here, something you haven't felt in a very long time. You felt like you belonged with him.

Since a few weeks ago, you guys have been hanging out more, having lunch with his friends, hanging out at his house. You even helped him solve some of his dad's cases.

You pulled out your notebook and textbook and set it on the table of the library, waiting for Stiles to get here.

He came a few minutes later, two apples in his hand. An instant smile spreads onto your face, watching as he came up the stairs and greeted you with a smile.

"Hey!" You smiled up at him.

"Hey, I got you an apple, kind of figured you were hungry." He says, handing you an apple.

"Thanks." You pulled open you textbook and taking a bite of the apple.

The two of you mostly talked and played around for the 2 hours instead of doing math.

"Okay, okay, we really should be doing math." You laughed, your stomach hurting already.

"Okay, okay," he chuckled, smiling at you. He turned the page in his notebook, pulling his hand back, hissing slightly. He chuckles as the smell hits you.

"Paper cut." He puts his finger in his mouth. You feel the blood rushing to your cheeks, and your fangs growing in your mouth.

You get up, turning away from him. "Y/n, it isn't bleeding anymore."

You try to make your fangs retract and your eyes clear, but you were so hungry. He gets up but you turn away from him.

"Y/n, seriously what's the matter?" He steps in front of you, taking full view of your face. He looks a little shocked, but he isn't scared. Why isn't he scared? You're a monster.

"Woah, that's-that's really cool." He says, coming closer to examine your face.

"You aren't scared?" You asked, watching as he extends his hand to your face.

"Y/n, if you haven't noticed, my best friend is a werewolf, I think that's kind of scary, but you, you're pretty awesome."

As soon as he touches your face, your fangs retract and you feel the blood rush back.

"What was that?"

"You. You did it, how did you do that?" You asked him.

"Do what? All I did was touch you."

"Exactly," you said, staring into his brown eyes. "You are my anchor."

"Surprisingly, I know what that is. But I thought an anchor was something or someone that means a lot to you."

"Exactly."

You grab his face, pulling his lips to yours. Surprisingly, he kisses back.

You pull back, resisting to kiss him again. "What about math?"

"Oh, I am-I am passing math, with an A actually." He looks down at your lips.

"What?" You laughed. "Well then I was passing history, in my head."

He laughs and presses his lips against yours, wrapping his arms around your torso.