Dylan O'Brien+ Stiles Stilinski Imagines

It's OK {ss}

In this chapter I'll say Y/bf/n, but you pretty much just think of a name or if you have a boyfriend then use their name.
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I was laying in bed, tissues on my left and cut up pictures on my right, let me explain, my boyfriend, y/bf/n, just broke up with me over text.

We've been together for about 2 years, so I felt really terrible.

I laid there sobbing uncontrollably, I didn't want to feel so weak, I mean I fight a new supernatural creature every week for gods sake, but it hurt too damn much.

I felt my phone buzzing on my chest, nobody knew he broke up with me, unless he told people.

I looked at the caller ID, Stiles.

I answered the phone quickly trying to gain control of my emotions.

"Hello?" I spoke vaguely.

"Hey Y/N, we're going to have a pack meeting in about an hour, you going to be there?" He asked.

"Yeah, sure just let me get ready." My voice cracked and quivered.

"Y/N, are you ok? You sound like you've been crying." He asked.

"No, I'm fine." I felt my lip quiver and my voice broke in the middle of my sentence, I quickly hung up the phone and threw it across the room, probably shattering it.

I stood up, looking into my mirror, realizing all the flaws I had, why my ex probably broke up with me, I wasn't ugly, but I also wasn't the prettiest girl in Beacon Hills.

I kept thinking of all my flaws, it was my fault he broke up me, my fault. I repeated it in my head over and over.

I was so frustrated I looked in the mirror one last time before throwing my fist into it, sending shattered glass flying everywhere.

"Shit!" I screamed looking at my split knuckles, blood dripping onto my carpet.

I held my fist in my shirt soaking the blood, then I heard footsteps on my stairs, then two knocks on my bedroom door.

"Y/N? Can I come in?" I heard Stiles ask.

"Uh, one minute!" I yelled nervously trying to cover my hand with something.

Then my door knob jingled and opened wide revealing a scared Stiles, he looked at the shattered glass, then the blood stained carpet, then my fist.

"Holy shit Y/N, what did you do?" He asked quickly walking towards me and grabbing my wrist, then dragged me to the bathroom.

"I uh, broke my mirror, with my fist." I said and gasped when peroxide met my hand.

"Sorry, sorry, why'd you break your mirror and why were you crying?" He asked and I shook my head.

"It doesn't matter." I sighed and he looked me in the eyes.

"It does, to me." He said and I nodded.

"Uh, y/bf/n broke up with me." I said and a tear rolled down my cheek.

"He what?" Stiles screeched and stared at my face instead of hand.

"Yeah." I sighed.

"Well he's an idiot." Stiles said coldly.

"And why is that?" I asked.

"Because you're the most beautiful and kind girl I've ever met and for him to give up someone like you is idiotic and crazy." Stiles confessed and I smiled at him.

"You really think I'm beautiful?" I asked quietly.

"The most beautiful girl I've ever seen." He said and smiled widely at me.

"Thank you." I said once he was done patching up my hand and he held me in his arms for a minute.

"Hey, where's your vacuum?" He asked and I told him, I sat on my bed waiting for him to come back.

When he came back he plugged the vacuum into the wall and turned it on, vacuuming the broken glass and throwing the bigger pieces into my trash can.

Once my mess was cleaned up, we both missed the pack meeting, Stiles was getting calls from Scott and Lydia but since my phone was broken nobody could get ahold of me.

"Well I should probably get going." Stiles sighed.

"Wait!" I said quickly "can you stay with me, please?" I begged and he quickly nodded his head and made his way to lay on my bed with me.

He took off his shoes and sweatshirt throwing to the floor and wrapped his arms around me as we lied in my bed, Stiles ran his finger through my hair as I felt myself falling asleep.

"Thank you Stiles." I said and fell asleep.