Dylan O'Brien Imagines ((SMUT INCLUDED))

La Vibora - Stiles

Stiles stood in your front door frame in the rain with his chestnut eyes pooling with tears trying to do this without breaking down completely. "Y/N, I'm sorry but we can't be together anymore. It's all getting way to much with the supernatural and school and I have this constant pressure to keep you safe. And I think to keep you safe, I need to know where I'm at."

I stand before him speechless but nodding along to what he's saying but still having no understanding as to why he was doing this. "Okay,"

Stiles turned around and started walking away.

"Stiles wait!" I shouted from my front door to the end of my driveway. Stiles stops in his tracks and turns around to face me. I ran towards him and smashed my lips against his. He briefly hesitated but then sunk into the kiss with one hand cupping my cheek and the other on my hips.

"Promise me something." He pulled away and rested his forehead on mine, I look at him to continue. "No matter what happens, always remember that I do love you, more than anything, I'm doing this because I need to work on myself and I want to be better for both of us so I promise I will come back to you when I know I'm better and everything is back to a better state when it comes to the supernatural. I really do love you."

I stare into his eyes with tears welling up in my own. "Okay Stiles, thank you. I love you too." I kissed him gently for the last time for a while. He kissed my hands and reluctantly turned around and started walking away. I started to cry silently as i walked back into the house. As I shut the door I see Roscoe drive past. I slide down the door, luckily since my parents went back to New York for a while, no one can hear me sobbing.

One Month Later:

I feel much better about being single, I know it's a temporary thing but I was still pretty torn up about it. Since the breakup, my parents have sent me countless emails about a school in New York, it has an amazing writing program. I've always wanted to write fiction. And I seem to have plenty experience with the whole "mythological creatures" thing to write about. I think I'm gonna go. I kinda need a break, unless Manhattan decides to have a vampire outbreak or something then I think I'll be okay. The difficult part is gonna be telling the pack. I text Scott,

Y/N        Scott

19:27pm- Hey, could you do me a favor and call a pack meeting?

19:27pm- Yeah sure, is everything okay?

19:28pm- Yeah, I kinda have something to tell you all and I just don't think a text is the best way to do it.

19:28pm- Okay yeah, no problem.

Scott to Pack ❤🐺

19:35pm- Pack meeting  in 10 minutes, my house.

Everyone texted the affirmative. I grabbed my keys and drove to Scott's.

The McCall Residence:

Everyone was stood around the table waiting for Scott to start talking, he kinda just didn't so Lydia started the conversation.

"Scott, what is this all about?"

He kinda just looked at me insinuating that I start to explain.

"I actually asked him to call the meeting." Everyone sort of glared at me to keep going."Well, you all know that my parents are in New York. My mom has been sending me tons of writing scholarships at a school in Manhattan. I got to thinking and-"

Stiles interrupts me with a sad look in his eyes, "You're leaving?" I looked down when everyone started to look at me. "Yes, but it won't be for long at all, the program lasts 6 months at the latest. I'll be back before you know it."

Everyone once again looked at me but this time it was with sadness and worry.

"How are we gonna do any of this without you, Y/N? I mean you're the smartest one of all of us here! You had enough credits to graduate junior year!" Lydia smiled with tears in her eyes as she came over to hug me. The whole pack came over into a massive group hug.

"Come on guys, first of all I'm only one call away, the second you so desperately need me I'll be on my way back, second of all when I do come back I'll be smarter because of everything I learn over there and last of all, you all still have Lydia and Stiles. It's not like your losing me. I'll be back as soon as you need me." I said while choking back loud sobs. Everyone let go except Stiles.

"Are you sure about this?"

I look at him blankly, "I'm sure, Stiles. I promise everything will be so much better when I get back." You kissed him gently on the cheek.

"When do you leave?"

"Friday."

"Okay Y/N, if you're sure about this then I support you one hundred percent." He held you tightly as you whispered in his ear:

"I promise I'll be okay."

Friday:

Everything was packed up in your car, it's not like I'm moving permanently so I left the vast majority of my stuff in the house I had been living in for the past two years of my life. I had like two suitcases full of clothes and some makeup. In my carry on, I had my laptop, my phone and it's charger, a bottle of water and a book. Everyone came to say goodbye, most were crying but I hugged them all and reminded them that I would be home soon. Stiles came up to my car window as I got in.

"When you get back, I think everything will be okay." and kissed me on the forehead.

Luckily, after Stiles and I broke up we pretty much stayed best friends because we knew that it was only temporary.

He backed away from the car as I drove to the airport, Waving me away.

God I miss them already.

Manhattan,New York. 5 and 1/2 months later:

Almost made it six months, without being called to the supernatural by Scott McCall. Obviously, it wasn't a surprise to hear from Scott. Even after you left you still kept in touch with everyone, some more than others but that was okay. I was sat on the plane, reading about a young girl who goes to boarding school but the school is really just a lab and the students are the test subjects. Another ten minutes and you'll be back in Beacon Hills.

10 minutes later:

I walk up to my car which hasn't moved in weeks, and put my suitcases in the back. Months ago I would've got some one to do that for me. Months ago the only strong thing I had was my mind. Since I finished school 2 months early, I decided to spend more time in the gym on campus. Punching bags, treadmills, and weights were what I focused on, I gradually began to start swimming. Since then, I started being more confident with what I was wearing, rather than just jeans and t-shirts and hoodies, I was wearing more skirts and dresses. Even heels sometimes.

I got in the car and drove to Scott's.

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seemed like a good place to stop for part 2.

coming tomorrow/ later today i guess (1:25am in England right now) so yeah later lol.
thanks guys
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