STILES STILINSKI ∙ IMAGINES

falling apart

falling apart

Pathetic. He calls himself pathetic and weak. He hates himself, wanting to beat himself up for being a weak person.

After your death, he was devastated. He couldn't stop thinking that he could have saved you from the supernatural being that ended your life but then he realized that he couldn't save you due to him being weak.

"I want to help, Stiles." You said as you tried to get pass him to help the pack in defeating a new threat to the town.

Stiles shook his head, not letting you out of the house. "You're not going anywhere. It's too dangerous and you're human-"

You rolled your eyes, "And you're not? You know, it's bullshit how you try to make me stay because I'm human but you'll go out and help them even though you're not part of the supernatural world as well."

"It's because I don't want anything bad to happen to you! I love you and I don't want to lose you!"

If you just listened to what he said. If you didn't step out of that door to help the pack, you would have been alive, healthy and in Stiles' arms.

He's still blaming himself for what happened to you even though it was your choice to go out there and help. He's still blaming himself and he hates it. He hates feeling this way and he just want everything to be over.

"Y/N!" He screamed, running over to you when he saw the werewolf dug its claws into your stomach, ending your life. "Y/N!" He wished that he had some super speed because he thought it would have saved you.

The werewolf was thrown somewhere by Scott, to remove it from you and went on to fight with it while Stiles rushed over to you. He bit his lower lip as he tried to keep his tears at bay, holding you as he slowly made you lay on the ground. He was breathing heavily through his mouth as he looked at the bleeding wound, letting out a whimper as you took short and quiet breaths, turning to Scott as his eyes filled with tears.

"Scott– Scott!" He called, seeing that he managed to take down the enemy. "Scott, please." Stiles whimpered and his best friend appeared immediately, eyes widening at the sight of you. "Please. Take away her pain, Scott. I- We need to get her to the hospital-"

Everyone was giving sympathetic looks at the Stilinski boy, knowing that there wasn't any way to save her. "Why are you guys just standing there!?" He exclaimed, swallowing a sob as he held you in his arms, getting angry at everyone for not doing anything.

"Stiles," You whispered, gasping afterwards as you tried to speak. Stiles' head turned to you after hearing you speak. "I love you." And those were your last words.

He pressed his back against the wall inside his bedroom, tears escaping from his eyes as he placed his hands on his face, crying quietly as he slowly slid down the wall. Now in a sitting position at the far corner of his bedroom, he stayed there and cried for a while yet again, remembering his memories with you. "I'm sorry," He would say repeatedly, shaking his head as he tried to get you out of his mind but he couldn't. "I love you."

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I listened to for the first time by the script while writing this omg. I'm sorry it took so long, I was doing a lot of things this summer. But I hope yall liked this. Please do remember to comment. Lots of love
-alisha