Dylan O'Brien imagines

Matt? (Stiles)

As a Mcall, I felt it was my duty to live up to the prejudiced expectation. You know, skipping school, fighting people, and doing werewolf things. The fact that I was in fact a werewolf made it that much easier. My mother was called at least one time a week for skipping, detention, etc. My brother and I weren't the type to rebel, but when tithe time came we kind of had to.

Stiles on the other hand just tagged along and was honestly a big help to my brother and me. Emotionally and mentally. Yes, I've been in love with him since the third grade. I guess you could call it obsessive, but he was the guy of my dreams and unfortunately my best friend as well. Notice the word friend.

So back to the present where currently I'm waiting for Scott to pick me up from school. I slowly bring my wrist to my face and rest my eyes on my watch. 9 pm. How fucking fantastic. The night had already set itself and the lamp posts were my only source of light. Courageously, I started to walk one foot at a time and soon enough I was on the road.

My attention was caught by flashing lights and a loud screeching noise in front of me. "Get in!" Stiles popped out of the window of his blue Jeep. My heart was pounding still from the slight life threatening scene just a couple seconds ago. "Why are you here so late-"

"Y/n get in the car!" Scott growled his eyes glowing red and soon brought my ass was sat on the leather seats behind Stiles and my brother.

I took a deep breath in before Stiles stomped on the gas peddle. "So, Matt might be chasing us with his pet Kanima-"

"Also known as Jackson." Scott cut in.

"And why is he chasing us?" I leaned forward so that my face was in between the two boys. They looked at each other before Stiles physically swallowed the lump in his throat. He opened his mouth and was launched slightly forward as were Scott and I.

I felt my eyes change and my claws grow as I looked behind me. Matt's black car was behind us bumping in and falling back. I growled before Scott grabbed my attention. "Y/n you might want to take the wheel." Both of them sat limply in there seats, their necks hanging to either side and soon I had realized that the Kanima had somehow paralyzed the two.

I tried pushing Stiles over in the seat but it was useless. Scott yelled my name and I sat. Unfortunately it was on Stiles lap. "I'm so sorry Stiles." I whispered as he grunted uncomfortably as I shifted my body to where my feet could reach the brakes and gas peddle.

I focused on Stiles breathe and heartbeat only to hear them both speed up at a rapid pace. A small smile appeared in my face before I saw a serpent like figure jump onto the front window of Stiles Jeep. Yellow eyes stared back at me. "Move!" I yelled knowing that the Kanima wouldn't be the one, but Matt following my orders.

"Listen Y/n, I don't want to do this." Matt was talking quietly but unfortunately I could hear him. "But if I can't have you no one can!" I winced as his voice rang through my ears.

"Hold on." I stomped on the gas peddle.

"No!" Stiles shouted.

A loud piercing noise filled the car as the car Matt was driving crashed into us. The airbags stopped my face from falling onto the wheel. I pressed on the gas peddle again before Matt could gain consciousness again.

"Not the Jeep Y/n." Stiles sighed as I kept driving. "Did you want to die Stiles?" I asked.

"I can feel my toes." Scott grunted, slouching even lower in his seat now. "I can't." Stiles replied, a sad tone hinting in his voice.

My eyes widened a little as I felt something poke at me. "Um are you sure you don't feel anything else?"

Scott chuckled from his position.

"What do you me- oh god-I'm- Y/n- don't take this-"

"Your fine." I grumbled almost enjoying it and smiling to myself.

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"So do either of you wanna tell me why Matt was chasing us?" I asked as I stopped by my brothers locker where him and his best friend were discussing something irrelevant.

Stiles cleared his throat. "Can I talk to you," he looked over to Scott, "alone." I nodded my head as his hand pulled me into the janitors closet.

I stood two feet in front of him, by books grasped tightly in my hands nervous to be alone with him. He scratched his neck uncomfortably and I could almost smell the awkwardness.

"Say what you're gonna say." I snapped, sounding more rude than I wanted it to be. Stiles dropped his hand to his side and stepped an inch closer. "Matt came to your house, uninvited may I add- and he- he said some things you know." He stopped. "Said things that got on my nerves-"

"Like what?"

"Like about you." He looked over to the right as if someone would be there to back him up. I furrowed my eyebrows. "He was- he was talking about you in a way that I don't want to hear anyone talk about you."

"What did he say Stiles?" I pushed, eager to understand what he was trying to get out.

He sighed as if it was that hard to tell me. "He wanted to do things to you!" Stiles shouted slamming his hand into the wall. "He wanted to do awful things to you Y/n." A vein was bulging on the side of his neck and unknowingly I reached up a hand and pressed it on his shoulder.

"Well, that doesn't matter Stiles. What did you do to make him so mad?" I said trying to sooty him.

"I may or may not of told him that you were mine. And I was protecting 'my' territory." He said using air quotes around the my. I couldn't help but smile at him.

"Hey," he finally looked over at me. "It's fine, he's not gonna do anything. I can take care of myself and if I do end up needing help. I'll call for you." I ended off as a whisper almost touching his lips.

A bell ringing interrupted my playful attitude and I turned around to open the door stepping out with Stiles behind me. I raised my eyebrows when Matt was a couple steps away just taking his casual creep stroll through the hallway. A scar rested about 2 inches from his hairline, falling down to his forehead. I assumed it was from the "accident" last night.

He looked at Stiles and then to me. "You couldn't have her if you even tried." Matt smirked still confident even after last night.

Stiles hummed as if not to hear him and then I had an idea. I quickly turned on my heel back to Stiles and smashed my lips on his, instantly jumping up and wrapping my legs around his waist. He took a couple steps back before kissing back. I could feel him smile into my lips before he rested his hands on my thighs giving me more support.

I pulled away and sighed. "Hey Matt." Acting oblivious I hopped off of Stiles. "Shouldn't you be in class?" I looked around the halls seeing no one but his unhappy face.

"I- you- no-"

"I think getting a girl 101 is that way." I pointed down the hall, Matt's eyes following the tip of my finger. I smiled gingerly before talking Stiles hand and intertwining out fingers before walking away.

Stiles played along knowingly and turned around to make sure Matt was still looking before grabbing my ass. I jumped a little loving his hands on my and kept walking. We turned the corner and Stiles let go.

"Why did you stop?" I asked.

"Wait you- you wanted me to- I mean I wouldn't mind either but-"

"Put your hands," I paused and stood on my tip toes so I could whisper in his ear, "somewhere useful." I smiled and nibbled at his ear.

"Will do."

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-Anna