Prompt List request-
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
12. “You tried to kill me!”
28. “Don’t fucking touch me!”
The bass pounded in your head as the alcohol made the room start to tilt. You leaned up against the door frame, trying to make your way into the room to find a bit of quiet.
“Y/N? You okay?”
Oh great. Stiles Stilinski. You turned and glared at the skinny, pale boy standing behind you. He was not someone you wanted to explain yourself to, and the last person you wanted help from.
“I’m fine. All good.” You said, your tone short and empty. Drunk you was not a convincing liar.
“Mhm.Yeah as much as I want to believe that…” he looked over you skeptically, “Do you need a ride home?”
“From you? No.”
“Oh, ok. I’m just trying to be helpful.”
“Don’t you have a wolf to chase down? Or has Scott learned to stay in his kennel?” You stood up straighter trying to meet his height. Drunk or not, you were not taking any judgement from Stiles-The bat swinging, duct tape flinging wolf wrangler. No matter how much you used to like him.
“Woah,” Stiles tried to shush you, “that’s not fair. And totally inaccurate. He doesn’t actually turn into a dog. I mean there is a lot of hair…and claws…and-” he stopped short seeing you sway. “Y/N-” Stiles reached out to catch you as the room shifted under your feet.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” you tried to shout as you fell into his arms. But the exclamation came out more as a murmur as everything faded to black.
“Y/N,” you heard you name being called out through the mugginess you felt in your head and tasted in your throat. As you tried to open your eyes you let out a groan in response.
“Oh thank God. I thought I was going to have to take you to the hospital.” Stiles sighed with relief, flexing the fingers that had been taking turns between clutching the steering wheel and brushing hair out of your face.
“And I really can’t keep walking in there with unconscious people.”
“What happened?” you asked trying to adjust to the movement of the jeep as it weaved it’s way through Beacon Hills.
“You were at Lydia’s party. Got drunk. Got mad-” you gave a little groan as you remembered the conversation and felt the alcohol still sloshing around your body.”I think you’re last words were ‘Don’t fucking touch me.’ So poetic and intelligent.” Stiles smirked at his own wit.
“Well can you blame me?” You said throwing your arms over your face to block out the glare of the street lamps.
“Yeah, I can. What exactly did I do to you again?”
HIs words hit you like a bucket of ice water. Did he not remember? Or did he just not care? A little voice in your head tried to convince you it was the latter. “You tried to kill me!”
“What?!” Stiles jerked, almost swinging the Jeep off the road. “Sorry.” he muttered catching the green tint that rose to your face. “Ok,” Slowly he pulled the Jeep to the side of the rode and spun to look at you. “Now that we are stopped let me ask- Y/N, what the hell are you talking about?!”
“You. Several months ago. You showed up out of no where in my house. Told me all these horrific things and then tried to strangle me.” Your hand instinctively fluttered up to your neck and you felt your throat tighten in fear. But the words kept flooding out. “I had been there for you and Scott when all this werewolf stuff happened. I had been your friend. You were my…well my something. And then you attack me, for no reason other than how did you put it? You wanted to know what I looked like in pain. And then you left. No Apologies.”
Stiles started at you, silent but not surprised.
So he did remember.
“You’re the reason why I was drunk. I couldn’t stand being in that house seeing you and Scott.” You threw out the words trying to hurt him. Trying to make him care. “And I couldn’t go home because I’d just be sitting around wondering if you’re going to walk in and hurt me again. So-” you punctuated your confession by motioning to yourself, as if the state of you was evidence enough.
After several moments of silence Stiles broke your eye contact. You deflated, not realizing you were holding hope in the first place. Maybe part of you thought this moment could make things different.
In surprise you looked up at him. A million thoughts running through your head. Should you run? Does this mean he’s going to finish the job? Does this mean he cares? That he’s sorry?
“I was…well there’s no normal way to explain this. I was possessed by this spirit who made me hurt those I cared about the most. I know, I know it hurt you. I hurt you. I just was so ashamed…” his voice trailed off as he stared into the empty road illuminated by the jeep lights. “I should have explained it all to you. I shouldn’t have let you pull away. But I know you needed me to say I was sorry and sorry just didn’t feel good enough.” He ran his hand through his brown hair, making it stick up in different directions.
This. This is Stiles. Not the person who threw you against the wall and put his hands around your throat. This is the boy who made you laugh in class. Who drove you to concerts. Who couldn’t apologize because it didn’t even begin to touch the damage that had been done
“you thought I was better off.” you offered, finally seeing where his logic had gotten twisted. Stiles nodded quietly. “I see now I was wrong.”
“I’m sorry.” Stiles said, turning his eyes to you, his hands hovering above your own wanting to comfort you, but knowing he had no right to.
“Stiles, if you would’ve just explained…” you didn’t know what to say. You felt relieved, confused and still hurt from the time spent cut off from him. You didn’t want to lose him. Taking his hands you said, “You can’t leave me like that again Stiles. That, that will kill me.”