Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Aggression// Stiles

Stiles should have told you. 

You wouldn't be so pissed right now. Well, maybe you would, but it would be minimized a bit. 

You had ice on your cheek where Stiles slapped the holy hell out of it. Tears slid down your cheeks as you sat on Scott's couch, who was pacing back and forth. 

"Are you sure?" Scott asked, kneeling in front of you. 

"I'm pretty sure I can tell if someone slaps me!" You scream, obviously agitated. 

He was acting a bit weird later, so you asked him about it, but he snapped, so of course you snapped back. Which resulted in a stinging cheek.

You could see the regret on his face as soon as he did it but you were halfway out the door by then. 

*Stiles house before the slap* (:)) 

"Hey babe," you smiled as you walked into his room, kissing his cheek softly. "Whatcha up to?"

"Nothing." He shifted away from you. 

20 minutes into homework, you brought it back up. "Did I do something?"

He shakes his head. 

"You have been different lately, what's up?" you ask. "You can talk to me you know."

"It's nothing." He pushes you away as you placed your hands on his shoulders. 

"That," you scoff. "That is not the Stiles I know, something wrong and you won't tell, do you not trust me anymore or something?"

He slams his computer shut, making you jump, you'd be surprised if it wasn't broken. "Why don't you just go home and mind your damn business?"

"Excuse me?" you snap. "Just because someone is best friends with Scott too, you don't have to become an obnoxious asshole about it."

Then it happens. His hand collides with the left side of your face. God, did it hurt. 

You were out of the door before he could say anything. 

*Present*

"I'm sorry," Scott says, patting your knee sympathetically. 

"I think I'm going home." You say before grabbing your keys and going outside, only to see Stiles pacing the driveway. 

You looked at the ground and start to walk around him. "I knew you'd be here."

You ignored him, trying to walk around him again. "Y/N."

"Go home Stiles." You muttered.

"Please, just listen."

He raises his hand to his hair, you unknowingly flinch away. His eyes read pain. "I would- I would never hurt you."

"Really?" you pulled the ice pack from your face, revealing a small purple bruises across it.

"I-I did that?" He looks genuinely shocked.

"What's going on you with?" you ask again. "Where's the Stiles I know? Soft, kind, sweet, sarcastic, funny, where'd he go?"

"Donovan." Is all he mutters. 

"What? What about Donovan?"

"I killed him."

That makes you take a step back. You were terrified of him now. 

"You what?"

"I was trying to fix my jeep after school. And-and he like-like bit me or something. So I hit him with a wrench and-and then I ran into the school and I was hiding but he found me," he starts to explain as he wipes the wetness from his cheeks. "He chased me up a structure of bars, and he grabbed my leg, and there was this pin. One pin holding it up. So I pulled it out and one went through him. Right through him. And I went and called 911 but they said nothing was there, so I went back in and the body was gone."

He paused and dug at his right shoulder.

"It was gone Y/N, I don't know-I don't know what it is, maybe I was hallucinating or something but I saw that. I saw that pole go right through him. Ever since then, I've been so aggressive and angry all the time."

You went over, putting your hands on either side of his face. "Why didn't you just tell me?"

"What was I supposed to say?" he smirks a little. "I accidentally killed a guy but how was school?"

"There he is." You smiled before kissing him softly. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist, deepening your kiss. "God, I love you."

You couldn't stay mad at him right now, you loved him too much. "You can always talk to me. I can't protect you if you won't let me."