teen wolf preferences and imagines

stiles x reader

  Acting wasn't as great as everyone made it seem. (Name) knew that from experience. She may be one of the best actresses out there, her smile plastered across multiple magazines and posters. But deep inside, there was a darkness slowly consuming her. The show she was on now was doing amazing, rating's were high, products were being sold like a wildfire, and her character was one of the shows most favorites. Her co-stars were amazing, they were those group of people whom she would never be able to forget. Her family was so proud and happy for her, but it was rare to get time off to see them.

She wanted out of this life, out of the restrictions, out of the pestering paparazzi, out of the fashion and body critiques, out of the rumors, out of the stalkers, the death threats, out of the over obsessed fans. She just couldn't do it anymore.

A note was laid upon her bed, the delicate curls of her letters reminding her of the never ending roller coaster she is stuck on. She new her death would be a popular subject for about a week, but then no one would care. She'd be dust in the wind. Her family would probably take her death hardest, but they'd get over it, it'd be like she never existed.

The bathtub filled impossibly slow and (Name) stared down into the reflecting water. He face was pale, eyes bloodshot, cheeks stained with tears. She was wearing underwear and a long shirt that wasn't hers. But the man who gave it to her was one of the only people who actually cared. Her guest star, the dream she just couldn't grasp. Slipped right between her fingers, like the blood dripping down her arms.

She slipped into the water and laid her head backwards against the fiberglass and closed her eyes. The water felt warm, peaceful even. She grew tired and she knew her heart was slowing down, images of her friends and family flicked behind her eyes and she smiled at some of her greatest memories.

Her arm that was resting against the side of the tub slipped into the water, the once pureness of the clear water became clouded with red, it was an ugly site, a site the (Name) didn't expect someone to walk in on.

#

Dylan munched on the chocolate bar in his hand, whilst climbing the steps to (Name)'s apartment. They didn't have filming tonight, and the Dylan wanted to take (Name) out to dinner to celebrate her Oscar. He was thrilled when they called her name, and the joyous smile on her face was one he would never forget. Then again, there was nothing he would forget about (Name), she was beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, amazing, wonderful, she was perfect in Dylan's eyes. He smiled at the thought of her, excitement bubbling up inside him as he knocked on her door. He frowned when she didn't answer and knocked again, and again, and again, and again. The excitement dissolved into worry. He knew she wasn't doing anything today, she told him so this afternoon. He fished out the spare key from his pocket that (Name) had given to him.

He had the door open in record time and slipped inside. shutting the door behind him. She wasn't curled up on the couch reading, or in the kitchen making dinner, or on the balcony swinging on the swing Hoechlin helped her put up. She was probably in her room, scrolling through Tumblr on her laptop. Dylan entered her room, his worry growing when he noticed she wasn't there. A piece of notebook paper lay on her pillow. Curiosity got the best of him and Dylan picked it up, his heart skipping a beat when reading it.

This was a suicide note.

#

(Name) let out a soft puff of breath, her body sliding deeper into the water. She could barley hear the door bursting open, or feel her body being pulled from the water, but the arms wrapping around her seemed so familiar, the white light behind her eyelids was so close, yet so far away. She welcomed it with open arms, but it stopped coming closer to her. Why?

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Dylan wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, looking down at the hospital bed. (Name) was laying there, her hair splayed against the white pillow case. The heart monitor was slower than it should be, but a relief none the less. The plastic chairs were uncomfortable but not even god could remove Dylan from his place by (Name)'s side. Long ago, the nurses told him visiting hours were over, but Dylan refused to leave. It was a few hours before the nurses gave up and just looked sorrowfully at him. It had been 4 days since (Name) tried to kill herself and she still hadn't woken up. The doctor claimed it was from all the sleeping pills she swallowed before hand. Either way, he just wanted to see her smiling face again. He would give anything to trade places with her.

#

When (Name) was released from the hospital, it was hard. Dylan was by her side through it all, holding her when the tears of shame and regret spilled over, making her laugh when she could only stare into space, making her meals and watching Disney movies when she didn't want to get out of bed, and even fighting off pesky reporters that came too close to her apartment. Slowly but surely, (Name) was healing, her smile, the light to her eyes, the sincerity in her voice, the loving and bubbly nature, it was all returning. Dylan was there to see it all, to laugh with her, to tickled her until she could barely breathe, to hold her hand while walking down the street, to make her coffee for her every morning before work, to kiss her forehead when she went to bed, to slide in next to her and wrap her in him arms, shielding her from her demons.

[3 Years Later]

"Marry me." Dylan said, grabbing a handful of popcorn. (Name) glanced at him sideways, raising an eyebrow. "Why don't you have a ring?" She asked. "I figured I'd have to work for it." Her boyfriend replied. "Mhm, nah." (Name) popped a piece of popcorn into her mouth and Dylan grinned, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer to him.

"You will say yes."

"Is that a challenge?"

~alyson <3

heelloo my little cupcakes , sorry i was not active for a long time ,im kind of busy with school and all