Dylan O'Brien and Characters Imagines

Stiles - You Get Into a Fight

You had strict instructions to stay in Stiles's room while him and the pack go out to investigate a strange feeling they had revolving around the forest. The one and only rule you had to obey, and you didn't. In your defence, how could you? The pack never included you on their problems; simply because you were human and inexperienced. You were always fearing for you boyfriend's life when he'd not return your calls for hours. The curiosity got the better of you, and for once you wanted to know what was going on and not be on the outs. 

And now, because of your inquisitively active soul, you were sat in the passenger seat of Roscoe, a very angry Stiles driving you both home. You sat there, arms crossed, a mix between embarrassment and guilt eating you inside. You wanted to explain yourself, you wanted to say sorry, you wanted to yell at Stiles for never letting you in on anything. But all you did was sit there, starring out the window, occasionally sneaking a glance at Stile's white, boney knuckles gripped onto the steering wheel. Nothing was said for the twenty minutes you both had privately in the car, just the thick air suffocating you. 

Without any communication whatsoever, Stiles parked the jeep in his driveway and cut the engine. He fell back softly onto the seat, his hand hitting the head rest. You starred down at your hands, a frown spilling on your lips. You could feel Stiles's hot vision on the side of your head, so you took your seatbelt off and got out of the car. 

Slamming the door shut, you went to the front door of the Stilinski's house and walked in, leaving the door wide open behind you. You went straight to Stiles's room despite being irritated with him, and sat on the edge of the bed. 

You knew you shouldn't have followed them. You knew it was the wrong thing to do, but you couldn't help it any longer. You wanted to know what was going on, and since no one ever told you anything, you took matters into your own hands. You followed them into the forest, hoping to stick around unnoticed long enough for you to wrap your hands around what was going on. Instead, Malia saw you within two minutes of being in the forest, and Stiles took you home immediately. 

Is he embarrassed that he has to keep his girlfriend on a leash? Is he angry that he needs to babysit me? Or is he actually feeling guilty for not letting his faithful girlfriend of eleven months in on any of the happenings with him and her group of friends? 

Hands clasped together and foot tapping on the ground, you heard the floors board creek and a shadow figure enter the room. Slowly looking up, you saw Stiles stood in the doorway, his jacket in his hand. You held eye contact for a second or two, before Stiles clenched his jaw and moved towards his desk, chucking his jumper on the chair beside it. 

"Stiles-" You spoke up softly, but you were unable to finish the rest of your sentence. 

"Y/N, what were you thinking?" He turned around quickly, glaring at you. You swallowed, looking back down at your hands for a moment. 

"I... I just wanted to know what was going on." You murmured, still looking down at your hands, almost too afraid to look up. 

"So you chose to ignore what I told you to do?" He snapped back immediately. 

"I'm not your pet, Stiles! You don't get to tell me what to do and where to go and expect me to obey you!" You spoke up this time, standing up from the bed and facing him. 

"So you followed me and the pack into the forest when you know damn well you could have been killed?" He shouted back, coming closer to me. "You don't understand, Y/N. You're not a hero, you have no idea what kind of dangers are out there. You have no powers to defend yourself from any of these dangers, why do you think I keep these things from you? Tell you to stay at home when we go out? Because if I didn't, you'd be dead." He was now inches away from my face, his breath fanning my face. "And now the rest of the pack are in the forest with unknown dangers while I'm here, babysitting my eighteen year old girlfriend so she won't sneak out again!" He moved his arms in a desperate gesture to exaggerate the situation. His words caused a pang in my heart, yet I could see the truth in his words. Despite this, I still was angry at him. I didn't deserve to be treated this way, all I want is to know the truth. I want to be included, I at least want to know where my boyfriend and friends are going together when I'm forced to stay home. 

"No, you don't understand!" You shoved at his chest causing him to take a few steps back. "I feel like I barely know my best friends! I feel like I'm always the odd one out, like I never belong with you guys because no one tells me anything! You don't know what it feels like to be on the outs all the god damn time." You sigh, looking up to the ceiling to keep the tears in your eyes. You shut your eyes and took a second to gather yourself. 

"I'm sorry, Stiles. I am, I'm sorry for not listening to you and putting myself and the pack in danger." You spoke with your eyes still shut looking up at the ceiling. You brought your head back down and looked at him. "But I can't keep doing this. I can't keep feeling like I have no one, like-" 

"Like you have no one?" Stiles interrupted, looking at you softly. "Y/N, what do you mean no one?" He asked, coming back towards you and tilting his head slightly to see your face better. "You have your parents, your brother, the pack. Me." His hand lightly caressed your cheek and guided it upwards to look at him. You shook your head slightly in his hand, looking down. 

"It's so hard to feel like that when everyone keeps secrets from me." You murmur, looking at the space on the floor between your bodies. 

You heard Stiles sigh from above you and his hands come into contact with the back of your head and your back, bringing you flush against him for an embrace. Your arms lightly wrapped around his waist, your forehead resting on his chest. He leant down to kiss the top of your head, his lips lingering there. You pulled away and he lightly pushed your chin up to look at him. 

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, searching your eyes with guilt in his. "I should have known how isolated you felt." You gave him a small smile. 

"I just want to be told things, that's all I want." You say lowly, looking up into his beautiful eyes. He nodded. 

"Of course." He said, giving your forehead a kiss. "I'm sorry. I love you." You smiled a genuine smile for the first time all night. 

"I love you more." You leaned up and embraced his lips with yours, the start of a new and better relationship with the pack looking crystal clear.