Imagines ↣ Stiles Stilinski

Until the End

The night was peaceful. Traces of the recent supernatural event have somehow faded into the back of everyone's mind. It was one of those few nights when they got to appreciate sleeping with no worries. They could bask in the arms of the person they love. They could hold onto them from night 'til morning with no worries of something pulling their lover away to who knows where.

All except one.

Even if she was secured in his arms as they lay in bed, nightmares plagued his supposedly peaceful sleep. Every image, every color, and every sound felt real. Everything in his nightmare wasn't just a nightmare. They were memories that he wanted to erase. They were memories of the girl he was holding in his arms.

His eyes shot open. He felt beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as he tried to catch his breath. It was almost like he ran a marathon. The darkness around him made his heart accelerate at the thought that he was in an unfamiliar place once again. The warmth of another breathing body made him realize that he was still in his bedroom. It took a while but his eyes finally adjusted to the dark. The boy was able to see whom the person was and he couldn't help but shake his head.

There she was—the same girl in his dream, his memory—sleeping peacefully in his arms. The sight of her almost felt like a mockery. It was like his mind was playing games with him. It was like he was being shown images of why she shouldn't be with him—that she had been hurt by him before and the likeliness of him hurting her again is high.

Other than that, he always felt that she was way out of his league. She is beautiful. Everyone at school looked at her the same way they looked at Lydia Martin. She is that girl that guys like him dream about. She could have gone for anyone on the lacrosse team that was more popular than he is but she chose him. That must count for something, right?

She loves him, she said before. And she continued to love him despite hurting her. She continued to love his awkward and sarcastic self even after he plunged a knife into her torso for the pleasure of the pain she experienced. She still loved him even after he confessed that he enjoyed doing it.

He hated it. At some point, he wanted her to hate him for it—to leave him. But she didn't. She stayed and held his hand. She let him hold onto her while she held onto him, never letting go. That was how much she loves him.

Slowly, he withdrew his arms that were around her. He froze when he felt her stir in her sleep. When it seemed like she didn't wake, he continued to pull away until he was free. The boy sat up on the edge of the bed, his hands cover his face.

The memory kept on playing in his mind causing him to whimper. He hated it. If only there was a way to forget what he did. If only he could turn back the time and not let the nogitsune take over his mind. If only he had the power to take away the pain that she felt.

He didn't even notice that his breathing was quickening until he heard her voice causing him to stop.

"Stiles?" She called. A small smile played on his lips when he heard her sleepy voice. She sounded like a little kid. Yet, that wasn't enough to remove the emotional pain that he was feeling. "Why aren't you sleeping? What time is it?"

Stiles took in a deep breath before turning slightly so that he could see her. She was lying on her side, looking at him. He could see that she was studying him. He tried to smile but he knew that he wasn't doing an incredible job.

"It's still really early, (y/n). You should go back to sleep," he suggested.

But she was stubborn. (Y/n) knew that something was wrong with her boyfriend and that single fact was stopping her from going back to sleep. The girl sat up and moved beside him. Stiles just watched her the whole time. Her eyes gazed back at him as she tried to figure out what was wrong.

"Nightmare?" She guessed.

Stiles grimaced but he nodded nonetheless. She really knew him well. He felt her hold onto his hand, as if telling him that she was there for him. He appreciated the gesture.

"Tell me about it," she whispered as she rested her head on his shoulder.

Stiles looked at the opposite wall that used to be filled with pictures of different cases connected by different colored strings.

"I dreamt about that time in the animal clinic. You were there and so were Kira and Scott. Everything was so clear. I knew what was going to happen but I couldn't stop it. I couldn't stop seeing myself throwing Kira aside. I couldn't stop remembering how I twisted the sword that was plunged into Scott to produce more pain. Then there was you. You looked so frightened by what I was doing. I hated it but I couldn't stop myself. When I started to move towards you, you backed away until you hit the wall. I remember feeling so pleased and excited. The nogitsune knew that the moment I hurt you, I'd also be hurting myself emotionally," he told her.

(Y/n) shifted slightly; moving closer to Stiles. She knew what he was talking about and she hated it. Yet, she listened. And Stiles knew that at the same time, she was also hurting inside. They both held onto each other's hands tighter.

"I saw myself reaching for the knife from the table. You looked so frightened, (y/n). You looked... You looked..." He trailed off as his breathing started to pick up again.

"Stiles," she called but he didn't snap out of it. "Stiles! Look at me, baby," the girl said as she removed her hand from his. She turned so that she was facing him before grabbing hold of his face so that she could gently turn his head to look at her. "Stiles, listen to me. It's okay. It's just a nightmare. It's done; it's over. What you dreamt about, that was in the past. You're okay now. We're okay now,"

But he shook his head. "It's not okay, (y/n)!" Stiles protested. "It's not because I remember it all. I remember enjoying it. I remember loving the fact that I was hurting you!"

(Y/n) shook her head as she threw her arms around his neck. It was an awkward position but it was the only thing that she could do.

"But it wasn't you who did that. It wasn't you who enjoyed that. It was the nogitsune,"

"It didn't feel like it," he mumbled.

"It may have felt that way but you have to understand that it wasn't you. You weren't in full control of your mind and body. There was something else in your head that was feeding you all those thoughts of pain, chaos, and strife. There was something else that enjoyed it. It wasn't you. It will never be you, okay?"

Stiles kept his head low, as he stayed silent. She loosened her arms around him before she sat back down.

"Stiles, say something,"

"I don't know what to say. I don't know what to feel about all of this. I just want to go back to our normal lives,"

"I want that too," she agreed. "But this is what we got. All that we can do is see to it that we'll get through it. We'll make it through. I don't care how long it will take us but we will. Even if we have to crawl our way, we will see this through until the end,"

Finally, Stiles nodded. He turned his body so that he, too, was facing her. They sat facing each other.

"I love you," Stiles sincerely told her. Even in the dark, she could see his eyes that were shining with sincerity. "I really do,"

"I love you too," she smiled at him. "No matter what,"

They knew, at that moment, that no matter what will come their way, they'd be there for each other. They'll hold onto the love they have for each other and they'll see it through until the end.

But for now...

"Are you feeling better?" She asked.

Stiles nodded. "Yeah, I feel better."

"Good. Can we please go back to sleep?" (Y/n) couldn't help but yawn, causing Stiles to chuckle.

"Yes. Yes we can,"

They held into each other, finally basking in the peaceful sleep that the night brought along.