dylan o'brien imagines

the other woman | stiles

That night you made your way to the usual spot, at the 'usual time'. It was a little Italian restaurant hidden in the depths of Beacon Hills, it was your favourite place that Stiles took you to, it made you forget sometimes that you weren't just another woman to him, you felt like the only one he loved. 

When you arrived, you looked at the menu on the window to see what their special was that day, only to see something that made your heart churn.

It was Stiles.

With his girlfriend. 

You'd only ever seen her in pictures, but seeing her right now, in real life, made you question everything. He looked extremely happy with her, his smile seemed to reach his eyes whenever she spoke, as if she kept making him laugh.

She was beautiful, it made you wonder why Stiles would ever want to be with you if he had her to make him happy every day. 

You didn't want to linger any longer, but before you could turn to leave, Stiles looked over and his eyes widened in panic. You left, not looking back as tears began to sting your eyes, as soon as you were in the comfort of your own car the tears began to spill. Wiping them away with the edge of your jacket sleeves, you drove home, trying to hold back the tears so that you could see. 

As soon as you closed the door to your apartment, you ran to the bedroom and crawled underneath the covers, letting out soft sobs and letting the tears fall freely. You didn't want to disturb your neighbours as the walls were thin, and they'd already made multiple noise complaints before.

You must've fallen asleep, when you woke up the time on your phone read 12:00am, with 10 missed calls from Stiles, along with a stream of texts.

Locking your phone you chucked it to the other side of your bed and got up, deciding to have a shower and change into your pyjamas. It only made you feel slightly better as you tried to forget about Stiles and what you saw. You'd been foolish to think he'd ever leave her for you.

Then a quiet knock on the door distracted you from your thoughts, it was probably the neighbours complaining about you using the shower so late. 

Opening the door you were surprised to see a teary eyed Stiles standing in front of you, before you could slam the door in his face he shoved his foot in the way.

"Y/n, please hear me out..." he begged, looking at you sadly.

"What are you crying for, Stiles? I'm not the one who was at our spot with his girlfriend, at our regular time, was I?" You snapped.

"Please, let me explain..." he looked around nervously as he didn't want to wake your neighbours.

"Fine." You said, opening the door wider for him to come in and closing it behind him.

He turned to look at you slowly, "it's not what it looked like."

The worst line to start with, you thought. 

"Oh, it isn't? So you weren't having a romantic meal with your girlfriend?" You asked sarcastically.

"One, it wasn't romantic. Two, I was breaking up with her and she just kept making jokes that I had to pretend to laugh at because I think she knew where it was going." He admitted.

"And you chose our favourite restaurant to do it in?" You asked.

Stiles looked down for a moment, "I'll admit that was a mistake... I just thought it'd be easier and then you and me could eat after since I was already there... it was a jerk move."

"Yeah." You scoffed.

You turned around and walked over to the couch,Stiles followed gingerly, sitting a little away from you.

After sitting in silence for a while, you decided to finally speak, "did you really break up with her?"

He nodded, "I did... I couldn't be with her any longer, I've been wanting to break up with for a long time but she was just so clingy, I felt guilty."

"Oh." You said, looking at him properly for the first time that night. He looked tired and dishevelled. 

"I just realised that whenever we were together, or she kissed me, I couldn't stop thinking about you. It sounds crazy, but I never want to kiss anyone's lips again apart from yours." He said, sounding genuine.

"We both know that's not true, there are plenty of other girls that you could have." You replied, thinking of all of the times you'd gone out and girls had lusted after him.

"That may be true, but it doesn't stop the fact that none of those girls are you, y/n," Stiles said, "I chose you y/n... and I understand if you don't want me... I messed up." He choked back tears.

"Yeah... you messed up big time." You said, with a slight smile on your lips, despite everything you couldn't be mad at him for long. 

Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, "why are you smiling?"

"Because, for some crazy reason, I am so madly in love with you, Stiles Stilinski, and I forgive you." You shook your head before you placed your hands on his cheeks softly, pulling him towards you and placing your lips on his. He kissed back tenderly, as if he was afraid of putting more into the kiss, "just promise there is no one else?"

"I promise, its you I want... I don't want to be with anybody else." Stiles said, looking at you with those chestnut-brown eyes that you could melt in. He rested his hand on your thigh that made your lips quiver at his touch. 

"I know its late, but I could really do with some of those crackers you have right now, with everything that happened I didn't get to eat." Stiles admitted.

So for the rest of the night, you both sat on your couch together, wrapped around each other, eating crackers and watching weird television programmes that were only shown at night.

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originally this was gonna be dylan but then i just couldn't imagine dylan ever doing this even if it is fanfic :')) tbh i wouldn't imagine any of his characters doing it so i just chose stiles lmao