Dylan O' Brien Imagines 2 ❤️

Stiles -Anchor (ns)

"So he's a werewolf now?" I ask Scott as we walk out of Stiles's house.

"Yes... and he's an Alpha."

"How's that possible?"

"Maybe he already was a werewolf with a pack, but he never told us."

"So he killed his Alpha?"

"Probably. Listen, I have to go, can you stay here with him?" Scott says getting on his bike.

"Sure, I'll call you if anything happens." I say and he drives away.

I sigh and run upstairs to Stiles's room.

Three weeks ago, he disappeared for a couple of days and, when he came back, he was different.

Now we know it's because he's a werewolf, but we were worried it was the Nogitsune again.

"Hey Mischief, are you all right?" I say as I get into his room, closing the door behind me.

"No..." he says in a low growl.

"What's wrong?" I ask, walking towards him as he turns around, eyes glowing with a bright red color and fangs coming out.

"I can't control it..." he says and growls loudly, claws sinking in the flash of the palm of his hand as he tries to calm himself down.

"You want me to call Scott?" I ask scared. He's probably going to kill me now.

"N-no. Please stay, I won't hurt you." He says and slams his hand against the wall, the other hand rubbing the back of his head.

With no hesitation, I rush towards him and wrap my arms around his waist, my chest pressed against his back as I try to make him relax.

He breaths heavily and his claws go away, along with his fangs.

His eyes still red as he turn around, facing me.

"Thank you." He says and walks away embarrassed.

"Why are you embarrassed?"

"Uh, I'm not."

"Uh, yes you are." I say mocking him.

He sits on the bed and looks at me.

"What's wrong, Stiley?" I say and he blushes as he hears the nickname I gave him when we were 5.

"Ok, I am. Do you think it is a coincidence that you always calm me?"

"What do you mean?"

"This is not the first time I've lost control, but never with you. When I'm with you, some how, I have more control." He says and I lick my lips, not really sure about what he's talking about.

"You're my anchor, Y/n. You're the only thing I think about when I shift. The thought of hurting you, of scaring you; that's what keeps me from turning completely."

I nod and he smiles, taking my hand, his eyes burning red again.

I let go of his hand, afraid that he's going to shift again.

"Don't be scared, I'm not turning. I've been a werewolf for a little of time and I can't control my emotions. But I can feel yours. Why are you so confused?"

"Because I'm not understanding what you're talking about. Are you telling me that you need me to stay here or-.."

"Y/n I'm trying to tell you that I love you." Stiles says and my eyes widen.

My cheeks turn red and I look at him.

His brows are furrowed in worry, and I can't think of anything else but kissing him.

I place my hands in either side of his face and bring his lips to mine, pulling him into a slow kiss.

He puts one hand behind my neck and the other one on my waist.

As he pulls away, he looks at me and smirks proudly.

"What are you smirking at mischief?" I ask him and he rests his head on my lap, laying down on his bed.

"I've been trying to tell you since Scott started dating Allison. I knew they weren't going to last long because of the whole werewolf stuff and- oh my god is it going to work for us? I mean, I'm a werewolf too and you're a human, what if-.."

"Okay 1, I already know you're a werewolf; 2, my family is a normal family, not a family of hunters. And I already know you well enough to know that you would never hurt me. Maybe on the full moon, but in general you wouldn't."

"Ok." He says as I slowly rub my thumbs on his cheeks. "I love you."

"I love you too, Mischief."