Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Why Are You Here?// Stiles

You scribbled your name on the sign in sheet at Eichen House.

"Who are you visiting today?" The mane behind the counter asks.

"Stilinski, Stiles." You said, placing emptying your pockets into the narrow, metal ben.

"He's in the lounge with the other patients." He says as you cringe slightly. He wasn't a "patient," he was just a little...insane.

"Thank you." You mumbled before finding your way to the lounge. After about two minutes of looking, you grasped the cold, metal doorknob.

You almost immediately recognized his messy, brown locks. "Stiles?"

His head snapped in your direction, a smile spreading across his face. He almost runs over, engulfing you in his arms.

"Y/n! What are you doing here?" He grinned, spinning you off the ground.

"I came to see you." You smile as he sets you on your feet and you intertwine you finger behind his neck.

He smiled and dipped down, pressing his lips onto yours.

It's only been about a week since he left, but you've missed those lips so much.

His kiss was tender and loving, not the hot, steamy ones you were so used to sharing.

He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours. "I'm really glad you came."

You two hung out for about another hour or so before visiting hours and you went home.

For the next week, Stiles' calls stopped and it was like he disseapered from the face of the earth. You would go to see him, only getting a "Sorry, he's not taking visitors."

You knew something was wrong, he wasn't one to push everyone away. So you got Scott to sneak you in late at night.You climbed through the window before slipping past a guard and swiping a key card.

You found Stiles' room and swiped the card in the lock, opening the door. But instead of seeing his brown eyes, you met the back of his head and the blue and purple Lichtenberg figure peaking from the collar of his shirt. 

His head snapped around, dark bags underneath his eyes. "Stiles?"

"What are you doing here? Why are you here? You shouldn't be here." He panicked, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Stiles, what's wrong? What's happening to you?" you took a step forward towards him. "No calls, no visits, it's like you never existed."

"I don't want to hurt you." He says.

"Why would you hurt me?"

"It's-it's taking me, slowly it's gonna take me."

"What? What's going to take you?"

"The Nogitsune!" He yelled, turning to face you.

You were shocked at his tone, you took a step back. 

"Shit, y/n, I'm sorry, you-you should go."

"You can't just check out whenever you feel like, Stiles. I have feelings too."

"I don't want to hurt you." He says again.

"You already are, Stiles! Disappearing from the face of the earth is killing me. I love you and you can't just tell me to leave because I'm never leaving you and I'm never going to stop loving you."

His lips parted slightly as he took a deep breath, looking straight into your eyes.

"You really should go."

"Okay, wow, all right, fine," you wrapped your fingers around the doorknob. "I think you're beginning to belong here."

You slammed the door and met Scott at the window before going home. 

You slammed your door as well, practically throwing yourself onto your bed, crying softly.

The thing you were most afraid of is coming true, Stiles didn't love you anymore.