Dylan O'Brien Imagines.

This Is War | Stiles Stilinski

A/N: So, I wanted to do a fic on this gif and I have. HERE IT IS! It's cute and angsty. ENJOY!

Lydia was shoving me into my car, throwing my bag into the backseat as I attempted to get out of the driver's seat when she slammed the door. "Lydia, I'm not following. Why are you trying to make me leave?" I asked and she sighed, running a hand through her strawberry blonde hair. I rolled down the car window so she could speak to me clearly, since I can't exactly get out of the car.

"Y/N... You just need to go, for your own safety, okay?" She told me and I narrowed my eyes at her, not doing anything until she explains further. "Fine, you know that the faceless creature that we've seen?" Lydia asked and I nodded my head, signaling her to continue. "Well, it's called the anuk-ite and it spreads fear. The fear has spread to almost about everyone here and with the shit Gerard and his puppet, Monroe, are pulling, everyone's out to get the supernatural creatures. This means you're not safe with us," She explained and the color had drained from my face.

"W-Well, I-I can't just leave you guys here to die. I want to help," I pleaded, placing both my hands against the car.

"No, you need to go. Stiles would kill me if something happened to you," She muttered and I furrowed my eyebrows together in confusion. Why would he... huh?

"Wait... what do you mean Stiles would kill you? I didn't even get to say goodbye to him, so I don't understand why he would want to have you take care of me," I rambled, moving my hands around as she tilted her head to the side, looking at me like I was stupid or something. "I'm not leaving," I muttered.

Lydia sighed, slapping her hand against her thigh, muttering incoherently. I grabbed my bag from the back seat, stepping out of the car after rolling my window up, standing in front of her. "If you're going to stay here, you at least need to stay somewhere safe. C'mon, we're meeting up at Scott's house."

I nodded, getting into her car and she begins to drive towards the McCall house, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel. The both of us sat in silence, my mind going back to what she said about Stiles. I glance down at my phone, going into my photo album, seeing selfies of us a few weeks before he left, still a little angry that he had left without even saying goodbye to me. I was his best friend...

Once Lydia pulled up to the house, the two of us got out of the car, walking into the house as Scott, Malia, Liam, Theo, Melissa, Mason, and Chris were there standing in the dining area. They were devising a plan when we walked in, Scott's eyes turning towards us, widening when he sees me standing with her.

"Lydia, I told you that she needed to get the hell out of this town." He walked towards us and as she was about to say something, I cut her off.

"I'm not leaving my friends here to die," I growled, narrowing my eyes at him angrily. "I don't care if she needs to take care of me because Stiles told her to, but I'm not going anywhere. So, what's the plan?" I asked.

Scott ran a hand through his hair, letting out a breath. He walked back towards Malia and she rubbed his arm softly, almost lovingly. Just before Scott was about to tell us, the sound of gunshots rang throughout the room, bullets flying everywhere as Chris had grabbed Melissa, pulling her to the floor.

My heartbeat sped up, my hands shaking as I felt pain piercing through my body, looking down at the blood that began flowing from my side. Lydia gasped, pulling me down to the floor, putting pressure against the wound. I tried to sputter out words, my body becoming cold as the gunfire ceased.

"Hey, hey. Keep your eyes open," Lydia commented and I glanced towards her, my bloody hand grabbing onto her arm. Tears were streaming down her face as Scott crawled towards his mother, who was also bleeding out.