Dylan O'Brien+ Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Fight {dob}

I was waiting outside the restaurant I had reserved for Dylan and I's three year anniversary, it was a couple minutes, then a couple became 20 and 20 became one hour and one hour became two, so I left.

I drove back to my house, angry as I gripped my steering wheel until my knuckles were white.

When I got back to my house and I saw that Dylan's car was in the driveway, I got out of my car and opened my front down, taking off my heels slamming them on the floor, hard.

"Y/N?" I heard Dylan ask.

Dylan ran down the stairs coming to see what the bang was, but I quickly brushed past him and stomped my way up the stairs, I slammed our bedroom door and locked myself in our bathroom, I was so angry.

"Y/N?" I hear Dylan ask from the other side.

"What the hell do you want?" I growled back to him.

"Wow what's your problem?" He asked scoffing.

I swung the door open, tears streaming down my cheeks, not that I was sad, but because I was so frustrated, I gritted my teeth.

"My problem? My problem!" I screamed into his face, "what's your problem, why did you bail on our reservations tonight? Do you know how hard it was for me to get them?!" I screamed at him.

Then all I saw was his hand rear up, "SLAP", then a burning sensation on my right cheek where he'd hit me, I held it with my cold hands, tears forming in my eyes.

"Y/N, i-i" he stuttered.

"Don't. Talk. To. Me." I said through gritted teeth.

"But Y/N I didn't me-" Dylan interjected.

I removed my hand from my face to reveal a large red hand mark on my cheek which was now turning a purple color.

"I don't care if you didn't mean to, you still did it." I cried and he tried to hug me but I stepped back.

"Don't you ever come near me again Dylan, ever." I said pulling suitcases out of my closet, I threw all of my clothes into them.

"Y/N, I'll never do it again." Dylan cried as I walked out of the closet.

"Really? You think I haven't heard that before?" I question, remembering back on my first relationship.

"But I'm not anything like him." He said back to me and I shook my head.

"No this is exactly how it started, nice for the first couple of years, then he took out his stress and anger out on me, but if you couldn't tell already, Dylan were over, don't contact me ever, I mean it, if you do I'm going to put a restraining order against you." I said and walked out the door to the house I used to live.

I got into my car and sat in the driveway, I pulled out my phone and tapped on my moms contact icon.

"Y/N, honey what's wrong." I heard my mom, y/m/n, ask from the other side of the line.

"It's happening again, I thou- thought he was the one." I cried.

"What do you mean? What happened?" She asked very worried.

"Dylan hit me mom!" I cried out, starting to sob.

"Well you need to- Y/N? Y/N? Y/N!" She yelled and my eyes shot wide open.

I woke up panting with Dylan looking at me, he tried to wrap me in a hug but I flinched away from him, He looked at me confused.

"What were you having a nightmare about?" He whispered to me.

"I-I-I, you hit me Dylan." I whispered to him, as a tear rolled down my face.

"No, I didn't, I would never, ever, hit you." He said to me and I nodded my head and scooted closer to him and laid down next to him, putting my head on his chest.

"But I will do this." He said and put his lips on mine, I instantly kissed back, reaching myself further to deepen the kiss, when it ended I was a little unsatisfied.

"Whenever you're with me, you'll always be safe." He said before running his fingers through my hair as I fell back asleep.

I know I skipped my Dave imagine, but I have literally nada ideas for him, I haven't even seen The First Time :) but I'm going to probably watch it later.