Teen Wolf Imagines (Requests Closed)

Apologize - Chris Argent x Reader x Peter Hale

You were curled up on Peter's couch leaning against his side as a movie played on the TV. You couldn't say you were watching it. Instead, you kept running through your argument with Chris and wiping away tears as they escaped to run down your cheeks. You'd already made it clear you didn't want to talk about it any longer, nor did you want to be fussed over, so Peter kept his arm around you and ran his thumb along the bare skin of your arm in a comforting gesture. Occasionally it was joined by a kiss to your head.

You'd been there nearly three hours when someone pounded on the door making you jerk in surprise.

Peter sighed and kissed the top of your head again. "Stay here."

You shifted positions so he could get up. You anxiously chewed on the end of your thumb as he opened the door. There were only a handful of people that knew where Peter lived so it almost had to be Chris. Hopefully, he wasn't still angry with you.

"Can I help—" Peter cut off as Chris pushed his way into the apartment.

He looked upset. Good.

Okay, that was mean, but at least you weren't suffering alone.

Chris had turned to look at Peter as he entered so he didn't notice you. "I can't find her anywhere." He raked a hand through his hair while Peter scowled at him. "I fucked up. I didn't mean to yell at her, but she scared the shit out of me. You have no idea how close she was to losing her head. Literally."

That earned you a glare from the werewolf.

"So your solution was to tell her to quit trying to help before she got someone killed?" Peter asked, his attention back on the hunter.

Chris flinched. "Yeah, well, it sounds bad when you put it like that."

You frowned. "And how else would you put it?"

He snapped around, his eyes going wide when he saw you. Immediately he was across the room and on his knees in front of you. He grasped your hand in his and kissed the back of it. "I am so, so sorry, baby. I just can't lose you. I don't think I'd survive it." He glanced at your other boyfriend. "You didn't think to tell me she was here?"

Peter smirked as he took his seat next to you. "Oh, I thought about it. Then I decided against it."

Chris's shoulders went tight with irritation. You tugged on the hand he was holding to get his attention. "He had to watch me cry. It didn't hurt you any to run around town for a while."

"Fair enough," he agreed immediately with a nod of his head. He lifted your hand and kissed your wrist this time. "I am so sorry. I didn't mean it. You are far more help than you probably realize. I just want you to be safe. I was mad at the situation and I took it out on you. I'm sorry."

You studied him for a moment reassuring yourself that he meant the words. Finally, you pulled your hand from his and stood. His shoulders slumped as he believed you were rejecting him.

You placed your hand beneath his chin and tipped his head backward to press a kiss to his forehead. "Stay. Watch a movie. I'll get the popcorn."

He grinned and when you went to kiss his forehead again, he shifted so your lips met his. You lost your footing when he tugged you into his arms and you found yourself back in your seat on the sofa. After a moment, you pulled away with a soft smile.

Peter rolled his eyes as he stood with a smirk. "Just stay here. I'll get the damn popcorn. I need a drink anyway."