When... (Dylan O'Brien Character Imagines)

stiles when... (stranger things p.2)

Stiles when he attacks Steve

"Monster hunting?" Stiles asked behind you carrying a box full of hunting supplies. You couldn't help but smirk remembering your excuse inside the store.

"You know last week I was shopping for a new top Steve might like. It seemed like life or death, you know? And now--"

"You're shopping for bear traps with Stiles Stilinski" You nudged his shoulder playfully. But you felt guilty for being happy, knowing Barb could probably be dead or fighting to survive in that awful place.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked noticing you were smiling anymore. "Yeah, I-uh..I just hope they're okay you know?" He nodded his head understanding.

"My mom said that she talked to Will. If he's alive then I'm sure Barbara is too" You nodded and took a deep sigh, trying to relief your stress.

"What if it gets me" You whispered looking down at your shoes. "I won't let that happen" Stiles's voice became more stern and serious. "Then what if it gets you?" You looked up at him.

"Everything's going to be fine Y/N. I promise you. If this goes as planned then no one will be in that place again" He shut the trunk and locked it just as a car honked from the street.

"Hey Y/N, can't wait to see your movie" A student from Hawkin's High School drove past laughing. "What the hell was that?" Stiles asked beside you as you watched him drive off.

"I don't know" You turned around to the direction of the local movie theater. "What?" Stiles asked, but you had an idea.

"Steve" Was all you said before running down the street towards the cinema. "Y/N wait! Where are you going?!" He chased after you.

You ran through the intersection, regardless of the cars honking at you to get out of the street.

"Y/N! What the hell are you doing are you trying to get yourself killed?" Stiles said taking you by the hand as you stopped and looked up at the billboard.

All The Right Moves Starring Y/N THE SLUT Y/L/N, was sprayed in bright red spray paint.

You let a few tears flow down your cheeks as pedestrians nearby stared their judgmental glares at you.

"Jesus" Stiles said as you heard hissing spray cans and laughter from the other side of the theater. You started stomping in that direction.

"Wait!" Stiles called out again but you ignored him, all you could feel was hatred as you saw Steve and his nonentities in fits of laughter.

"Aw, hey there princess" Carol cooed as you got closer to Steve. "Uh-oh she looks upset" You once again ignored their comments and slapped Steve on the cheek causing them to erupt into 'oohs'

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You spat at him. "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? I was worried about you! Can you actually believe I was worried about you?" He scoffed.

"What are you talking about?" But you didn't really have to ask, he already knew. "I wouldn't lie if I were you. You don't want to be known as the lying slut now, do you?" Carol smiled her devious smile as Stiles walked up behind us. You really wished he wouldn't have gotten mixed up in this.

"Speak of the devil" Tommy said hopping down from a step to reveal the words Stiles Stilinski is a PERV.

"You came by last night" You concluded from the writings. "Ding! Ding! Does she get a prize?" Carol's snarky remark made your blood boil.

"Look, I don't know what you saw last night but it wasn't like that"

"What, you just let him into your room to study?" You rolled your eyes at Steve, it broke your heart not being able to tell him what really happened. "Or for another pervy photo session?"