Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Wow// Stiles

Sadly, you were one of the only humans in Scott's pack. But you hung out with Allison's dad and he taught you some moves. You knew how to protect yourself, how to use a gun, etc. 

They say only supernatural beings were on the Benefactor, but both yours and Stiles' were up there.

You were worth almost 50 thousand.

So when you went to the bathroom during the lacrosse game and someone wrapped a cord around your neck, starting to pull.

You did what Mr. Argent taught you, bringing your elbow into your attempted murderer.

They fell back with a satisfying crunch in your ear. The noose loosened around your neck and you fell forward, gasping for air.

You felt around in the waistband on your jeans, for your gun when you realized that Stiles took it because he said that you were safe.

Another person ran in, aiming for your face with a gun. You slapped his hand away, pulling the gun from it. But he punched you in the jaw, causing the gun to fly into the doorway.

You kicked him in the groin, before aiming a few punches on him and knocking him unconscious.

Someone wrapped their arms around your neck, suffocating you again.

You brought your elbow into her stomach, flipping her over your shoulder before she kicked your legs out, causing you to fall, hitting your head on the ground.

You groaned, the air being knocked out of you. She continued to kick you in the stomach until you mustered enough energy to grab her foot and twist it,  a crunch comes along with it before she falls, grasping at her ankle. You rose to your feet, taking a deep breath before sending a big punch onto her jaw.

They were both unconscious as you stood on your feet, the adrenaline was already leaving and your muscles started to ache.

That's when Stiles stumbled in. Literally. He looked at the bodies on the floor before looking at you.

"Wow." He mutters, stepping over Garrett's body.

You were still out of breath and you felt the blood rushing to your head, you knew you were about to pass out. You reach out to Stiles, who caught you just as the black took over your vision. 

You woke up later, warm and cozy but your muscles ached so bad. 

You sat up, straining against the pain. "Hey, are you alright?"

You looked up at Stiles, who came over and sat on the bed beside you. You were in his bed. 

"I'm so sore." You groaned, falling forward into his arms. 

He chuckled, pulling you into his chest, laying down. You snuggled into his chest, draping an arm across his stomach. 

"You know that I'm proud of you, right?" He asks, breaking the long silence.

"Really? You are?" You asked, craning your neck to face him.

He nods before leaning down to kiss you. You smile into the kiss, putting  a hand on his cheek to pull him closer. He slides his arms down your back, deepening the kiss. 

"You know, you're pretty hot when you're beating people's asses." He smirks against your lips.

"Oh yeah? How about I beat yours?"

He pouts as you giggle softly, dropping your head into the crook of his neck.