| stiles stilinski |

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IMAGINE

you live with your boyfriend, stiles. you were arriving home after a tough day at work. you knew stiles was out with scott and some of the girls, drinking. but you didn't know when he'd be back.

you arrived at your house and walked into your bedroom. tears were fighting they're way into your eyes when you spotted the last thing you though you'd ever witness in your life; stiles in bed with one of your best friends lydia martin.

"stiles?" you said softly, voice cracking.

he woke up to see you standing by the bedroom door with tears in your eyes. then lydia waking up beside him. the realisation washed his face "yn. no, this- this isn't what it looks like."

"what is it supposed to look like?" you sobbed. then you left the room. stiles followed after you.

"no. yn. please stop. it was nothing. really! it was a stupid, drunken mistake. i love you!"

you stopped in your tracks making stiles bump into you. "drunken mistake? you're blaming this on a drunken mistake?" stiles didn't say anything. "ive been drunk with the boys before stiles and i have never done this sort of this. ever!"

"yn, i am truly sorry. please. how can i make it up to you?"

you were trying to fight back tears. "you know..." your voice croaked. "the saddest thing about this whole mess is if you loved me - if you really loved me - and cared for me the way i care for you, you wouldn't have made these mistakes. so," you sniffled and wiped some tears, "i guess i was right every time i told you i loved you more. but you always denied it, saying you loved me more." your breathing turned shaky. "i guess now we know who's right." then you left, leaving stiles to wallow in his misery.


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i don't know what this is. i found a quote like this and decided to make an imagine about it.

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