Preference #4
He accidentally hits you
Scott: He had been really stressed lately. With the Alpha Pack and Boyd dying then Derek going M.I.A, he was frustrated. You had tried your best to help him relax, massaged his shoulders and back, made him all of his favorite foods. Even after that he was still continuously sighing and running his hand through his hair, trying and failing to get any sleep. You had offered him sleeping pills, but he denied them. Settling to laying on the couch, staring at the ceiling.
"Do you need anything baby?" you asked sweetly, standing at the end of the couch where his head rested on a pillow. He groaned and turned on his side, burying it in the cushions of the couch. You frowned in confusion and cocked your head to the side. "Scotty, are you okay?" you asked softly, unsure if he had a headache or anything.
"God woman would you shut up! I'm trying to sleep and it's much easier without your annoying voice interrupting me every 5 minutes!" he shouted, sitting up on the couch, shooting daggers with his eyes at you. You quickly took a step back and held back the tears threatening to escape your eyes.
"I'm sorry," you whispered, trying to escape his glare. Before you could run back to the kitchen he was in front of you, face wolfed out, fangs exposed.
"There it is again. That annoying voice! Just shut up!" he yelled. You froze in fear and gasped slightly as his hand raised. You let out a small yelp as his palm connected with your cheek. Scott froze as you fell out of his arms onto the floor. He gaped at you and gasped as his face quickly turned back human. "Y/N! I am so sorry! Oh my God! I am so sorry! I didn't! I mean I didn't mean to! I sorry baby!" he pleaded, dropping to his knees beside your shaking form. He reaches out towards you, making you flinch slightly. His face crumples in regret and he lets out a small sob. He pulls his knees to his chest, sobbing into the cloths, crying out apologies and begging for your forgiveness. You sniffled and sat up slightly, frowning at Scott's quivering shoulders. You slowly leaned over to him, balancing on your knees to place a hand on his shoulder. He tensed slightly at your gentle hand but allowed you to turn him to face you. You carefully wrapped your arms around him, whispering about how much you loved him and how it was okay.
"It's okay Scotty. I know. I love you," you soothed him as his arms wrapped around your waist. He sobbed into your chest, holding you close enough so he wouldn't escape.
"I'm so sorry baby. I love you. Please don't leave me," he pleaded. You held him tighter, kissing his exposed neck to try to calm him.
"I never would leave you. I love you Scotty."
Stiles: It was the nightmares. He hadn't been getting a lot of sleep lately, and the only way he even got a little was if you were by his side. You loved that you could finally care for him for once, but the con, the bruises. They littered your entire front half, Stiles tended to grab and squeeze in fear, and you being right beside him, became his outlet of that fear. You never told him, you knew he would be devastated if he found out and not let you stay anymore, and all you wanted to do was help him. So when Sheriff Stilinski was working late out-of-town, you were happy to stay with Stiles through the night.
You started with a simple movie night, a Harry Potter marathon was on ABC Family and you loved the series. After 5 movies and 3 popcorn fights, you were exhausted, almost falling asleep on Stile's shoulder, for the umpteenth time. When you finally got to the point you couldn't even pretend to be asleep, Stiles decided to take up upstairs.
"Bedtime for you Y/N," he whispered, carefully picking you up from the couch and carrying you bridal styles to the stairs. As he began climbing them you couldn't help the urge to snuggle against his warm chest, wrapping your arms around his neck. He let out a small chuckle as you finally fully pasted out, content in his arms, head resting against his bicep.
You were rudely awoken the next morning, by screaming. It was around 4 a.m. and you didn't want to wake the neighbors. You straddled Stiles's body, letting his hands latch onto your upper arms, squeezing tight enough to leave major bruises.
"Stiles, baby calm down," you tried to soothe him but his grip only got tighter, making tears gather in your eyes. You gasped in pain, letting out a small yelp. "Stiles!" you yelled, unable to stay silent from the pain. At the sound of your demand, his body stopped spasming, his grip loosened slightly. You sighed in relief as the hands dropped to his stomach. Seeing his eyelids flutter, you quickly pulled the blanket around your shoulders so he wouldn't see the bruises already forming. His eyes slowly opened, making his gasp for air in response, you ran your hands up and down his arms, trying to soothe the frightened boy. His hazel eyes met your frantically, fear obvious in them.
"Y/N! Oh go I didn't hurt you did I? I'm sorry I woke you up! Are you okay?" he rambled slightly making you smile, a small forced smile through the stinging in your arms.
"I'm fine Stiles. Just go to sleep okay. Let's go to sleep," you assured him, laying on your side beside him, letting his turn to face you. You quickly were embraced in my arms, snuggling yourself into his chest again. He lightly kissed your forehead, whispering goodnight and I love you s in your ear as he fell back asleep. But you didn't, you stayed awake, stroking his relaxed features. You hadn't seen him so innocent and vulnerable like this since the nightmares started. You watched him as the sun started to peer through the blinds behind you. As it came on his eyes, he fidgeted slightly. You quickly go up and run over to the blinds. As you close them and turn to run back you hear a small gasp.
"Y/N? How did you get those bruises?" you heard Stiles ask behind you. You slowly turn and face him, shock clear on his face. When you stay silent he turns and throws his legs over the side of the bed. "Come here, now," he demands, making you jump slightly at the hard edge in his voice. You scamper over to him standing in-between his open legs. He grabs your hands and lightly tugs you closer so he's looking up at you. His eyes immediately land on the newest bruises and his hands slowly raise, covering the hand shaped bruises with his palms. When he sees the perfect match his hands drop and he curses himself slightly. His eyes scan over your arms and neck, eventually your stomach and rib cage when his hand pushes your shirt up. "Turn around," he orders, voice hard and flat, you do as your told and feel his hands slightly run over the patterns of bruises. You jump slightly at the feel of cold lips against your lower back. His lips slowly move over the bruises, paying special attention to the new, almost black, bruises. You let him turn you back around and continue to caress the tender skin.
"I'm so sorry. God I'm such a failure. I'm so sorry baby. I never meant to hurt you baby. I'm so sorry," he mumbled, pressing his forehead to your stomach. You smiled down at him and bent down to kiss his head. rubbing his back soothingly.
"It's okay honey, I'm fine. We're fine. I love you honey, so much, it's okay," you whispered back as you feel cold tears travel down your lower torso. He kissed the soft skin and looked up at you, eyes slightly red and puffing. You cupped his face gently and pecked his lips lovingly. "I love you Stiles, never forget that. No matter what, I will always love you."
