Dylan O'brien Imagines

Stiles// deep end

Stiles had been acting weird lately. He was distant, it was like he was pulling away from you and there was nothing you could do to stop it. You wanted to say something to him but you were afraid it would set him off, it was not like you were afraid of him or anything, it was just once he got angry it was kinda difficult to pull him back to sanity.

He had been waking up in the middle of the night, having countless nightmares... and there was nothing you could do to stop it. It hurt you, knowing the one you loved was in pain and you couldn't do anything to stop it. Stiles was everything to you, when your parents died you had no-one, then Stiles came along, he gave you a place to stay, he gave you a home, comfort, family, stability, love, he made you feel whole again. He was all you had... So when he started pulling away you felt like all of those things were slowly being ripped away from you.

You were in the living room of the Stilinski house the place you had called home for the past 3 years, home alone, Stiles was at lacross practice and Mr. Stilinski was working late, you were alone till 5 or 6ish, just depending on when practice ended for the boys. but honestly? you kinda didn't want stiles to come home. If it was any other time the two of you would take advantage of the time alone and spend it with eachother, but now with Stiles not even touching you, let alone looking at you... you'd rather be alone.

When Stiles got home you were on the couch tucked under a blanket, silently reading a book. "Hey babe" he mumbled as he set his keys down on the table beside the door. "oh, he speaks!" you praised he looked irritated. "I'm not in the mood right now Y/n" you rolled your eyes and stood up, suddenly feeling a white hot anger ignite inside of you.

"Stiles what is wrong with you, please baby tell me." you pleaded with him, but this only seemed to make him more angry. "Nothing is wrong with me Y/n and if something was wrong i wouldn't tell you because it's none of your god damned buisness!"

That's it. you stormed over to him, hurt and angry. "I don't know what your fucking problem is, because it's 'none of my god damned buisness' but you need to figure your shit out because if you don't you will lose me and everyone you care about you selfish asshole!" Then you felt a sharp sting to your cheek, it took you a second to realize what he had done.

He had slapped you.

You looked up at him and expected to see regret or pain in his eyes but instead you stared in to black soulless voids......

That night you took a beating that ended with two broken ribs, a concussion and a stab wound that had put you into the hospital in a medical induced coma. The group soon found out that it was not Stiles who had beat you but the Nogitsune that was living inside of him, they had got rid of it days after the incident but every one was concerned for you.

Soon Stiles started asking where you were, he had no clue what the Nogitsune had done to you, he had not remembered a thing past walking through the door. So finally, exactly a week after you had been put in the hospital, Scott gave in and told Stiles he would take him to his off the grid girlfriend.

When they pulled up to the hospital he was confused. "Scott, why are we here? i thought you said you would take me to Y/n?" Stiles said shutting his door behind him. "just follow me" Scott mumbled. After getting through Security with the help of Ms. McCall Scott led Stiles to a curtain he presumed was hiding a Patient. "Just try not to freak out." Scott said to Stiles before slowly pulling back the curtain.

Stiles gasped and instantly started crying at the sight. laying before him was his Y/n, laying in a hospital bed covered in bruises and bandages. "W-what happened to her?" he chocked out "She was attacked, he has a concussion, two broken ribs and a stab wound to the left side of her chest. The doctors put her into a medical induced coma because they said it would be better for her body's healing process."

"who..." Stiles asked. he knew who did it, he just didn't want to face the reality of him being the one to did this to his girlfriend. Scott didn't say a word.

"who" he said louder and a bit more demanding. "Nogitsune. but she doesn't know that, when she wakes she will think it you beat her." Stiles covered his mouth with his hand as sobs racked through his body. He had hurt her, he had hurt his world and now she was laying in a hospital bed... he hugged her unconscious body "baby I'm so sorry, i didn't know what was happening to me, the last thing i remember is coming home, but i blacked out as soon as i entered the house." his muffled voice cried into her chest...

You remained unconscious for another week, but you heard everything around you, Stiles pleas and cries, Lydia's your gonna be fine speeches, Allison's it's gonna be okay talks, and Scott's if you don't wake your ass up talks. it was all you did for two weeks, was listen to the people around you.

When you finally were pulled from the coma Stiles was the only one in the room. When you woke up everything you had heard was gone, you didn't remember it. All you remembered was the love of your life... almost beating you to death and leaving you bleeding out on the ground. You Struggled to get away from him as he looked at you with sad eyes. "p-please don't hurt me." you studderd. A few tears fell from his eyes.

"Baby please don't be afraid... I'm not gonna hurt you, i would never hurt you. Your the love of my life. i would never intentionallly lay a hand on you. That was not me, It was the Nogitsune...." he went on to tell you everything that happened.

When he was done you started to cry in relief, letting go of some of the fear you had. "S-so you never hurt me?" he shook his head no

"No baby, your everything to me, no matter how mad you could ever make me i would never even think about harming you." he stood up and slowly got onto the bed and pulled you into his arms. As you cried into his chest he wondered if you would every trust him again, he knew what the Nogitsune had done would leave you scarred, that would would have nightmares and in those evil dreams his face would be the one taunting you, he wondered if you would ever look at him the same, and if he loses you he will have lost everything.

It's funny how sick and twisted fate is.