Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Motel Glen Capri// Stiles

You were on the track meet with Stiles and Scott after Scott got hurt. He wasn't healing.

6 hours later you were at a motel.

You should have listened to Lydia when she told you that this place felt weird, but you ignored it. You hadn't totally realized what she was then.

So when you had a weird feeling about this place, you paired up with Stiles. There were werewolves and Hunters, but you felt safe with Stiles. Even though you were a werewolf. You were kind of a wimp. Especially around Stiles.

"I don't like it here." You grabbed his arm, almost hiding behind him.

"It's only one night, c'mon, you take a hot shower and relax. I'll watch to make sure nothing hurts you." He smirks.

You shove him with your hip. You went to your room, laying on the bed. You picked the bed, closer to the door.

You both laid on the beds in silence, you were listening to his heartbeat. That was a habit, you loved listening to the continuous rhythm, it soothed you.

Before you were turned into a werewolf, you were a loser, but you were a loser with Stiles. You wore glasses and had braces, you had severe panic attacks and was just generally everything no one wanted to be in high school. But Stiles didn't mind the glasses, or the braces, or the panic attacks. He loved you for you. And that was irreplaceable.

But people were dying now.

And you couldn't do anything about it.

"You know what," you sit up, grabbing your bag from the floor. "I'm gonna take you up on that offer on the shower."

You heard Stiles laugh as you closed the door and started the shower.

The hot water soothes your aching muscles, you might have super human healing powers but that didn't change the lacrosse aches.

You washed your hair, washed up and went to reach the towels, which smelled like nicotine.

"Hey Stiles!" You yelled from the shower.

"Yeah?" You heard outside the door.

"Can you get new towels, these smell gross?" You asked as he opened the door.

"Sure I can." He smiled at you.

The fact that this wasn't awkward sums up your entire relationship. He took the towels and came back with new ones 5 minutes later. His brow was furrowed, like he was thinking.

"What's that face for?" You asked as you wrapped the towel around you and got out of the shower.

"There's this sign in office, it's like a countdown or something, and I asked, it was the number of suicides that happened here." He says as you grab another towel to dry your hair.

"How many were there?"

"198." He looks at you.

"198? Jesus Christ, and they're all suicides?"

He nods. "That doubles the creepiness rate of this place."

You got dressed in normal clothes, keep your wet hair down.

*2 hours later* Stiles POV

After Boyd, Ethan, and Scott tried killing themselves I knew something was wrong.

But it was only werewolves. When I figured that out, I tried to find y/n.

Who was no where to be seen. I met Lydia and Allison in the parking lot after searching everywhere for her.

"Everyone is safe except her." I say.

"You think this is happening to her too?" Lydia asks.

"All the werewolves, y/n is a werewolf." I say with a 'duh' tone.

I went to go get the rest of the flares from the bus but I stop short in my tracks when I see her.

I see y/n standing soaked in gasoline with a lit flare in her hand.

"Y/n?"

"There's no hope." She said, her voice shaking. She was crying.

"What do you mean there's no hope, y/n? There's always hope." Allison says.

"Every time I try to fight back, it just gets worse," she said. "People keep getting hurt. People keep getting killed."

"Y/n, listen to me, okay? This isn't you, all right? This is someone inside your head telling you to do this." I say, taking a small step forward.

"What if it isn't? What if this is just me? What if doing this is the best thing I could do for every one else?" Y/n started crying. "It all started that night. The night I got bitten. You remember the way it was before that? You and me, we were-we were nothing."

I took another step forward, tears started to blur my vision.

"We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse. We weren't important. We were no one. Maybe I should be no one again. No one at all."

"Y/n, listen to me, okay? You're not no one, okay? You're someone, all right? You're y/n. You're my best friend, okay? And I need you. Y/n, I love you, okay?"

She was almost sobbing now, tears cascading down her cheeks.

"I love you so much. You're my everything, so if you're gonna do this, I think you're just gonna have to take me with you." We both were almost sobbing now.

I stepped into the gasoline, putting my hand over hers with the flare. He stared into my eyes, her breath hiccuping with her sobs.

I snatched the flare away, throwing it out of reach.

I didn't care if she was covered in gasoline, I didn't care that we were standing in the middle of it.

But I kissed her.

I did love her.

I pulled back and she blinked a couple times before looking around. "This is real?"

"This is real." I said and kissed her again. She stood on her tippy toes and kissed me back before pulling back gagging slightly.

"I think I need another shower." She chuckled slightly as I pulled her out of the gasoline.

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i almost cried proof reading this