When... (Dylan O'Brien Character Imagines)

stiles when...

You break up with him because of the Motel's effect on you

"Stiles we need to talk," You say walking towards your boyfriend who was meddling with the vending machine.

"You want something? This motel doesn't have that great of options but-," "Stiles," You cut him off, his eyes turning towards you.

"We need to break up," You say, no emotion in your voice. On the other hand, Stiles was on the verge of tears.

"Wh-What?" He asked in disbelief. "There's no hope. There's no hope for anything. I'm a werewolf," You start to cry.

"Y/N this isn't you okay, it's this place it's effecting everyone!" Stiles tried to assure you. "No it's not! Don't you see?! No one could ever love a thing like a werewolf."

You started storming off towards the bus, desperate to get away from Stiles and the motel. Stiles quickly chased after you and grabbed your shoulders.

"I love you Y/N, okay? I don't care if you're a werewolf or not I love you!" Stiles exclaimed but nothing he could say would change your mind.

You pulled out the handgun from your pocket and slowly brought it to your head.

"Y/N stop this isn't you, I know this isn't! Please just put down the gun and talk to me!!" Your hands started shaking and hot tears streamed down your's and Stiles's faces.

"If you shoot yourself I'm dying with you, alright? Because I love you! Y/N just put down the gun!" Stiles started choking on his words.

"I'm sorry Stiles," You say before closing your eyes. "NO!" Stiles jumps towards the gun as the bullet shoots into thin air, missing your head.

You both topple down on the hard gravel and you finally realize what you could've done. You started to shake as you looked at the gun in your hand. You tossed it aside as Stiles pulled you in his arms.

"Oh my god. Stiles," You say hyperventilating. "Shhh, shhh it's okay," He says calmly stroking your hair. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" You bury your face in his chest. "It's alright, you're okay now. It's all okay."