Dylan O'Brien and Characters Imagines

Stiles - He Loses His Mind

You were sat in second period Biology, dazing longingly at the white board. There had been so much happening in the supernatural world right now, everything Ms. Egan seemed to say went straight over your head. You were unconsciously tapping the tip of your pen on the desk when you see movement come from the window in the door. It was Stiles, staggering through the hallway, a hand perching him from the lockers. He stumbled forward and out of your sight. You knew your boyfriend needed help. 

Without saying word, you gathered your books in hand and rushed towards the door, ignoring Ms. Egan's questions. You flung open the door and looked in the direction Stiles went. He was nowhere to be seen in the hallway. The only rooms the direction he went in were the girls and boys locker-rooms. You instantly began running to the boys locker-room, pushing open the door with force and finding Stiles at one of the sinks. You dropped all your books and rushed over to him. 

"Stiles, what's happening?" You ask urgently, fear settling inside of you. His hands were on either side of the sink, holding himself up. He looked down and panted hard, like he was having a panic attack. "Stiles? Answer me!" You repeated when he didn't acknowledge you. He slowly looked at you and searched his face hastily with his eyes. 

"You...you..." He breathed out, not finishing his sentence. 

"It's me, Y/N. Stiles, you know me! Please, Stiles," You panic, looking at him intensely. He turns back towards the sink and turns the tap on, splashing water on his face. His looks up at himself in the mirror, droplets of water swimming down his face. He looked at himself like he were a demon, as if he was looking in the eyes of a monster. He looked terrified. He pushed himself back from the sink and fell to the ground, pushing back until his back hit a bench. 

"Stiles, what's going on?!" You shout, worried for your boyfriend. You admit, he's been acting a little strange lately, but not this kind of strange. 

"I'm not Stiles!" He shouted. You slowly walked towards him. 

"What do you mean?" You hesitantly ask. 

"I'm not Stiles." He repeated, this time quieter. He looked down into the space in front of him, seeming completely out of it. 

"If you're not Stiles," you begin, getting closer to him, "then who are you?" You slowly kneel down in front of him, cautious of his actions. 

"I... I-I don't know." He stutters, breathing hard. "That's not me in the mirror." He weakly points to the mirror in front of him. 

"What did you see in the mirror?" You question further, reaching your hand out towards his. When your fingers touch his skin, he looks at you with wide eyes. "Stiles, what did you see in the mirror?" You push, wrapping your fingers around his hand, reassuring him you were here. 

"I...A, um," he gulps, finding the energy to speak, "a monster." He answers. You nod slowly, still not confident. 

"What kind of monster?" You ask. He tries to get the words out, stuttering on the letters of the alphabet, but ends up hyperventilating. He's breathing so hard he can't speak. 

"Stiles, it's okay!" You shout over his breaths, taking his face in your hands. "Look at me!" You shout, trying to get his attention. "Stiles, I'm right in front of you! Please, look at me." His nervous eyes eventually meet yours. "Calm the hell down! Snap out of whatever this is and talk to me!" You rub his cheeks with your thumbs. 

"You...You-you shouldn't be here." He pants, looking at you with scared eyes. 

"Why the hell shouldn't I be here?" You ask, perplexed as to why he would say such a thing. 

"I'm... dangerous." He breaths, closing his eyes momentarily. 

"You're not dangerous. I love you, I'm not leaving you like this." You look down at him with sorrow eyes. "Stiles, listen to my closely." You lift his head up with your hands and look him deep into his eyes. "Whatever you saw in that mirror, isn't you. Your mind is playing tricks on you, okay?" You try to convince him his mind is trying to trick him, but he doesn't seem to be getting your words. 

"Y/N, please just leave." He pants, seeming completely breathless. You begin to grow frustrated with his determination to get you to leave him. 

"Listen to me!" You shout, pushing your lips onto his. You tried to reconnect through a kiss, something that always made you feel all tingly inside. No doubt Stiles felt a similar way. You pull away, caressing his face and looking at him. "You are Stiles. You are at Beacon Hills High, in the boys locker-room with your girlfriend. Your best friend, Scott, is in Geography, and your dad is at the Sheriff's station. Roscoe is parked outside, waiting for you at three PM. You're not a monster, you are Stiles Stilinkski. Your mind is trying to convince you otherwise because right now, your mind is in an unstable place. But you're not, you are absolutely fine. Don't let your mind win, Stiles. Don't let the Nogitsune win. We've beat him before, don't let him back in. You're the strongest person I know, and that's why I love you so freaking much, and that's why I know you can beat this. And I know you love me, Stiles Stilinski. Otherwise you would have never gotten me a promise ring, would you?" The white ring glistens under the dim-lit lights. "You are no monster, Stiles. Don't let your mind trick you. Do you understand me?" You ask, searching his face for any reaction. Your hands were resting behind his neck, your thumbs caressing under his ear every now and then. 

His mouth stay parted and his eyes remained on yours. His breathing had slowed down, and seemed a lot more under control. He slowly nodded after a few moments of the two of you looking into each others eyes. "I'm not a monster." He whispers, still looking at you. 

"You're Stiles Stilinski." You state. 

"I'm Stiles Stilinski." He repeats in a low tone. His eyes glisten slightly and you can see the tears pooling in his eyes. 

"Are you okay?" You ask, feeling like you want to cry yourself. It hasn't been easy for Stiles, he's gone through so much. Your heart constantly burned for him, seeing the love of your life struggling to cope. You knew he could get through it though, he just needed a helping hand. 

"I'm fine." He answers, bringing his hand up to your cheek. "I just love you so much." He mumbles, staring at you with an intense amount of love in his eyes. 

"I love you just as much." You reply, a small smile forming on your lips. A tear sheds from his eyes and you wipe it away, kissing under his left eye. 

"I feel like I'm going insane, Y/N." He mumbles, watching you closely. You sit onto your butt, scooting closer to him. 

"You've been through so much, Stiles. You were bound to react somehow." You rest your back against the bench and take his hand, holding onto it. 

"I just wish I didn't have to." He sighs, resting his head on top of mine. I perch my head on his shoulder and shut my eyes. 

"I'm always going to be here with you." You reassure, taking your other hand and placing it on his stomach. He kisses the top of your head. 

"I love you." He states again, putting his head back on yours. 

"I love you." You reply. "I always will."