Teen wolf imagines

He finds out you self harm/ he sees your scars

Stiles:  You had no idea why you did it, why you cut your body up.  You promised yourself you would stop but it's not like anyone would ever know, you never cut deep enough for it to scar and it was healed in a week. You used pathetic excuses to explain the constant bandaids. You couldn't explain to anyone why you did it, you couldn't even explain it to yourself. 

  You thought about Stiles, how he would feel knowing you purposely hurt yourself. You could see the look on his face, the look you dreading seeing. Stiles was shocked when you told him, blamed himself for not being a better boyfriend and not being there for you. You explained how it had nothing to do with him, he was everything you dreamed of, he made you happy when you couldn't find it in yourself to be happy.  You made a promise to yourself that day, to never harm yourself again. At first you did it for Stiles, thinking of him whenever dark thoughts took over your brain and after a while you started doing it for yourself. Light and happiness filled what once was pain and darkness. 

Scott:  Scott always loved and supported you even in your darkest times. He was there as a shoulder to cry on but when he wasn't, you turned to the sharp blade hidden in your retainer case. You were ashamed of what you did and you didn't know how Scott would react so you never told him.

One morning, you were training at Derek's apartment, preparing for the Alphas. You and Scott were sparing, he was a talented fighter and had quick reflexes. You threw a punch and he caught your arm, his thumb grazed the raised skin from your scars. "What's this?" he asks, looking to you for an answer.

"Nothing" you pulled your arm away and yanked your sleeve over the scars.

"That's not nothing, Y/N, are you hurting yourself?" You couldn't meet his eyes as you nodded.

"Not anymore but i used to." He lifts your chin and rolls up your sleeve, you watch as he kisses your arm.

"Never again, okay?"

Derek:  He sat on the counter, watching as you washed the dishes. He made you a delicious dinner so cleaning up was the least you could do. He laughed as you gagged every time a wet piece of food touched your hand. You were fascinating to him, such a fierce being but the touch of wet lettuce had you curled up in the corner.

You rolled up your sleeves to keep them from getting wet, as you did, Derek looked at your arms. Scars from years ago scattered all over your forearms, it saddened him to think that he couldn't be there to help you through your dark times. You told him countless times that you didn't know each other, it was your last boyfriend who was abusive toward you and that Derek could never hurt you the way your ex did. Still, he couldn't stand the thought of you in pain. 

He slid off the counter and kissed your forehead. You knew exactly what he meant and you smiled.