Teen Wolf Imagines

Stiles Stilinski - I Can't Be Around You

The arguments weren't regular until a few months ago. You had spent three years together after-all. But they did end up getting out of hand, some where over pathetic things like how he drives or how you always went to Lacrosse practice to support him. But then some where more major, he would blame you for becoming Void, but then you would blame him for killing Allison even if he didn't, it was so back and fourth and malicious. But you guys worked it out, most of the time. 

"You're not going." Stiles declared with his arms across his chest. It was one of the infamous Beacon Hills parties tonight, and you were determined on going, however you boyfriend wasn't to impressed.

"And since when was going to a party a problem?" You questioned, copying his actions and crossing your arms over your chest.

"This party isn't just ant party Y/N. I'm not there to protect you if anything happens." He was getting angrier, and of course it was going to lead into an argument.

"Oh so a baseball bat is really gonna save me from getting my throat slashed? At a party where everyone knows everyone." He scoffed, insulted by your comment on his bat. 

"Nobody knows anyone in this town Y/N, you of all people know that. Two weeks ago to this day, you were found almost dead. Do you know how much that hurts? Too see your girlfriend, pouring blood out of her body, pretty much lifeless?" Stiles asked.

"I am going to this party." You mumbled, getting ready to leave but he ran in front of you and blocked the door.

"You are staying here with me." He declared and you let out a sigh.

"Stiles for crying out loud let me leave! If you're so bothered come with me!" You snapped and that was it for him. He stepped aside, leaving you in slight confusion, but the look of anger on his face was still prominent.

"Don't look so confused. If you want to end up dead like your parents, feel free to leave." And that was it. That was the final straw. Your parents died in a supernatural attack, and he knew that. It practically left you scarred.

"You did not just say that." You whispered, the memories of your childhood running through your mind. 

"Y/N..." He started off but you cut him off.

"I'm okay with you calling me every name you possibly can, I can get over you blaming me for being Void, but bringing up shit like that Stilinski, you've crossed a line. How could you say that?" Your voice cracked and he regretted every last word he had said. 

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."He scratched the back of his head. He could see the heartbroken look on your face, and it made him feel terrible.

"I can't be around you right now." You walked out of his room and slammed the door. Once you made it to your car, you just froze, sat in the drivers seat. You gripped onto the steering wheel, crying. Sobs escaped your mouth, he out of everyone should understand how much it hurts to lose a parent.

"Oh baby." He whispered, before opening the passenger door and pretty much pulling you into his arms. You tried escaping from him, but he kept a tight grip on you, so you gave in and cried into the crook of his neck.

"I'm so sorry. I-it slipped, I was mad. It's not an excuse, I know how much it hurts, I do." He repeated, crying himself. 

"I wasn't gonna end up going to the party, I-i didn't mean to upset you." You cried and he chuckled lightly.

"The feeling is mutual babe, let's go inside okay? We can watch movies and eat pizza."