Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Stiles Stilinski x Reader (Pt 2/3)

Stiles P.o.V
I park my jeep in front of the McCall house. I want to tell her about all this supernatural stuff for so long now because I knew this would happen but Scott always told me I shouldn't. 'You can't Stiles. You just can't.' He said all the time. But now I have to. I can't lose her because I lie to her again. Although if I tell her she will probably leave me anyways. Or other things will happen that are definitely not good. For a moment I close my eyes and lay my head onto the steering wheel. Why is everything so difficult? The sadness rushes through my body and I feel how it hits my heart with a loud bang. Holding back the tears I exit the jeep and walk up to the front door. Loudly I pound against it. "Okay okay! I'm on the way!" Scott's mother yells. Quickly she opens the door and sees me standing there all nervous. I shift from one foot to the other one and look up and then down again. My eyes are watery. I lift my head and ask: "Is Scott here?" "What is it Sweetheart?" Her smile turns into a worried face but I don't answer and just ask once again whether Scott's at home. "Yeah sure. He's on the couch." "Thanks." Passing Scott's mother I just enter the room and walk straight to the couch in the living room. "I have to go Sweetheart. See you boys and don't cause any trouble!" Scott's mother shouts before the door closes. "Stiles. Hey what are you doing here?" Scott asks surprised. "(Y/N) and I had a huge fight I can't even tell if she broke up with me or not. I need to tell her. WE need to tell her." "Wait, slowly. We can't tell her." "We have to, Scott! Why not?! I trust her! And remember when you asked me why I would never trust anyone? And I answered that's because you trust everyone? (Y/N) is one of the few persons I trust! Okay, Scott?! Get that into your fucking head!" I yell at my best friend. "Okay, okay! Calm down Stiles!" "I...I can't." Hysterically I start sobbing. The distance between my breaths gets shorter with every second.
"Sh-shit. This can't be happening right now." I feel how my heart and my breathing begin to race. "Stiles! What do I have to do? Stiles!" Scott's voice is filled with shock. "It's...It's a panic attack!" I don't have panic attacks very often but when I had them normally (Y/N) helped me. "Call... (Y/N)!" Under heavy breaths I'm hardly able to speak. I sink to the ground, though I'm still conscious.
(Y/N) P.o.V
Still crying you lie on your bed. Unexpectedly your phone rings next to you and startled you sit up. You see it's Scott before denying the call. Now a notification. And another one. After a few more you look at your phone. Quickly you jump off your bed when you see what Scott texted you. *Stiles, Panic Attack, come over now!*
Running through your room you put on your shoes and take your keys. You storm out of the house and get directly into your car. When you arrive at Scott's house you park the car, exit it as fast as you can and run up to the door. A wave of guilt consumes you. You realize that you overreacted. You were too harsh with him. Like a maniac you ring that bell until Scott opens the door agigatedely. Without saying anything you just go inside. "Stiles?" You shout not knowing where he is. "He is on the couch." Scott yells. Instantly you run to him in the living room. You see him sitting there and the distance between his breaths is way too short. Normally you could stop the panic attack at the beginning of it but you don't have enough time to stop it just with calming him down. You have to do something. "Stiles!" You bend down to him and hug him. He sits on the couch and looks like he would fall unconscious any second.
"(Y/N). Im...so...sorry." Barely able to talk he looks at you. "Sssh Stiles. It's okay. Don't worry about that now." Stiles just nods. You don't know what to do now. "Scott I can't do anything! I don't know what to do!" Suddenly he stands next to you with his phone in his hand. "Do you really think now is the right time to write messages?!" Angrily you confront him. "I'm searching for a solution! I'm googling how to stop a panic attack!" "And how? Please Scott hurry!" "Here is written that you have to make him stop breathing somehow. " Scott looks at you expecting you to do something. "And how should I do that?" "Stiles please stay with us. Don't fall unconscious." Nervously you look at Stiles who just nods again. While you think you take Stiles hands. Nothing. You don't know what to do. After a few more seconds of thinking it comes to you. Quickly you cup his face with your hands and press your lips against his. Your lips don't part till his breathing is calm again. After a while his breathing is calmer and you part from him. Stiles just looks at you not really able to realize what just happened. Slowly you let out a long breath before you hug him tightly and for what felt like an eternity. When you part from him he looks at you for a moment before he wipes away the tears from your ckeeks. You didn't even noticed that you cried you were to busy with worrying. "Just, please, don't scare me like that ever again." You state after you kiss him once again. Suddenly Scott clears his throat next to you two but you just give him a glare to signify him to be quiet. "(Y/N) I am so sorry. I will tell you everything okay? I will tell you tomorrow about it. Together with the others okay?" "You can't imagine how much I don't care right about that right now."
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