dylan o'brien imagines

stiles stilinski - facade

You know that phrase "you never know what goes on behind closed doors?" Sometimes I feel like I'm a perfect example. Well, I mean I don't live in a really, really terrible environment but oftentimes it's very hard to live in my household- with my family.

I have two siblings, who by the way both have very strong personalities. An older sister and an older brother who has a hardcore drug problem. My parents are strictly against drugs and you can hardly bring them up before they feel the need to get away from you. Additionally, my parents seem like they're on the cusp of divorce. Their lack of communication skills is astonishing sometimes.

Basically, this combination does not work well together. At all. In the past several years it has gotten much worse. There's at least one or two major arguments every two weeks. Lots of yelling, lots of swearing and lots of door slamming. I find it super stressful, so when these fights occur I try my hardest to not get involved. I always end up hiding in my room and waiting until about an hour or two after the fight is done to make any sort of appearance.

Me being me, I don't like to burden other people with my problems so I never bring up what's happening in my family life. I only share the positive things so people don't feel the need to ask what's wrong. When it's time for school, I put on a different face and pretend that I have the ideal family and that everything is great. it's mostly all bullshit though. but after last night's fight, it may be a bit more difficult today.

I walk to school at a slower pace than I normally do, I might have gotten approximately three hours of sleep last night. The bags under my eyes were darker than usual and it took longer trying to cover them up, however I was unsuccessful and they're still very noticeable. As I reached the school, I got ready to at least try and look even a little bit happy. I have to look and act the way I normally am at school, smiley and happy but lazy at the same time. Personally, I think it's a perfect combination for me because people don't tend to notice. I don't know if today will be as convincing as every other day though- I am desperately hoping it is.

As I walk through the doors I already know that today is going to be a mind numbing day.

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It is now 1:50 pm and I am on my way to my last class of the day. Science with Mr Harris. god, I hate this class. I wish it wasn't mandatory, or else I would've dropped this class the second I got the chance to.

I make my way to my seat at the back and drop my bag on the floor beside me. I reach into it and grab my pencil and my notebook. This class might as well be my second art class, all I do is doodle in my notebook while my impossibly boring teacher talks.

I don't know how long it's been but I have now drawn little doodles all over my page, tuning in and out to Mr Harris' voice. I think I heard something about a collaboration project and him picking partners? I'm not 100 percent sure though.

"Ms Y/L/N!" my teacher practically shouts.

I flinch at the sound, not liking how loud it was. My head snaps up to look towards the front of the class. My cheeks starting to heat up as I feel everyone's eyes on me.

"Did you hear what I said?" I hesitate to answer the question.

"Uhhm.. you're assigning a project..?" My answer sounds more like a question but my response satisfies the teacher enough to switch the topic. He nods once before speaking to me again.

"You, Ms Y/L/N will be partnered with Mr Stilinski."

Stiles Stilinski. Of course I know who that is. I have had quite a few classes with him recently, but I can count the number of times we have talked on one hand. My best guess is maybe twice in our whole high school career. Sometimes I could hear his loud sarcastic remarks as I passed him and his best friend, Scott in the hallway. Based off of his sense of humour (from what I've heard) and his looks, I can't say I find him ugly. He just might be one of the top five in my school. Everyone else is either gross, creepy or just a dick. Welcome to Beacon Hills High, you'll love it here.

I look over at the boy who sat one row over and one up from me. I pull my lips in a thin line and nod at him. i'm embarrassed. I must look like a tomato right now.

Once the bell rings, I place my notebook and pencil back into my bag and walk over to stiles. His head turns in my direction and he nods toward the door, telling me to walk with him to his locker. We walk together silently before I speak up.

"I'm Y/N, by the way." I glance in his direction to see a soft smile on his face.

"I know. um- I mean we have a few classes together." I nod, not knowing what to say.

"If you want to work on the project today, you could come over to my house. If that's okay with you." He looks over to me as he continues talking.

I hesitate to answer, wanting to weigh out the pros and cons. Today has been shitty and tiring but at the same time it wouldn't hurt to delay going home.

I look up to reach his gaze and smile softly. "Yea that would be nice actually."

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hii so this imagine is rlly personal for me bc i based some things on my own life. i obviously changed certain things but i kinda wanted to bring attention to the fact that you never know what someone's going through. and although this is loosely based off of true events i wrote this bc it helps me cope sometimes (it felt nice to kinda write abt the problems my family have). plus when certain things happen, dylan (and his characters) have rlly helped me through some things. lastlyyy like i said my family can be SUPER dysfunctional (it's a work in progress) but i love them so so so much and even though things happen i'm still lucky to have everything that i have. :)

that being said, my dms are always open for ppl to vent/ rant to me bc i'm always here to listen. xx

published: thursday, april 8, 2021