Dylan O'Brien imagines❤️

Stiles -Donovan (n)

You're holding Stiles's hand, while waiting for his dad to give him some money. He wants to take you out, on a date. You've had a crush on him since freshman year and he likes you too now. The sheriff walks in, and behind him a guy, in handcuffs.
"Oh my..." Stiles says under his breath.
"What?" You ask confused.
"He's Donovan Donati..." he says. "What did he do this time?" He asks his father.
"Uh, he's just too angry, as always..." the sheriff says.
"Hi Stiles, how are you doing today? You're trying to help your father solve another crime?" He says laughing, then he sees you and smirks evilly. Stiles pulls you closer and puts his hand around your waist. "Oh, and who's that precious little thing? Is she your girlfriend?" He says looking at you. Stiles looks at the ground, he knows Donovan is an asshole and he's going to say something bad about you.
"Ah, she is! You're so cute... you actually think she's going to stay with you?" He says laughing.
"Donovan shut up, you're probably going to spend the rest of your life in jail, behind some cold iron bars..." Stiles says embarrassed.
"Oh actually, I'm going to stay here for a couple of days. But thank you, the moment I get out, I'm going to look for you... No..." he says and then looks you up and down. "I'm going to look for her... and when I find her alone, I'm going to put my hands all over that thigh little bo..." he gets cut off by the Sheriff yelling "Enough!"
The other policemen bring him away, but he won't stop looking at you. You look at Stiles, he has worried expression on his face.
"Don't worry, I'll be okay..." you tell him smiling.
"I won't let anything happen to you." He says and then gently kisses you.