Teen Wolf Imagines and Preferences CLOSED

For Olga (Stiles)

I pace around in my room as I wait for the full moon to rise. I've told everyone to stay away from me tonight, I don't want anyone to be near me if I lose control. Oh, that's right I forgot to say, I'm a werewolf. My mind wonders and I think of Stiles, Stiles the guy I sort of love. Yes love, he is just... perfect. I shake my head as I feel my claws come out and my canines grow in size.
"Olga!?"
I hear Stiles yell as he opens the door and I mentally curse him.
"Stiles! Leave! I'm not in control!"
"No you need support"
"I can't control..."

I let out a roar and in my mind I'm thankful my parents aren't home.
"Olga please"
"No Stiles! I'm going to..."
"Olga focus on my voice nothing else your okay your okay"
I obey what he says and I focus on his voice, and the way his mouth sets when he smiles. My breathing slows and I change back.
"I did it!"
I turn to Stiles and he has a puzzled expression on his face.
"I'm you anchor?"
"Yes Stiles"
"Its good to know we feel the same about each other"
I look at him confused and he laughs.
"Yeah that's right Olga I love you"
And ever so sweetly he presses his lips to mine.