Hi, Could You Please Do A Azriel X Reader Where Azriels Wings Get Injured And The Reader Catches Him

Hi, could you please do a Azriel x reader where Azriel’s wings get injured and the reader catches him trying to fly? Thank you!

A/n: I absolutely can do that for you here you are. I actually started writing this three months ago, but school started up again so I had a hard time keeping up w everything 💘

From Dusk Til' Death

Y/n can still remember the day she almost had her wings clipped. The terror that swelled within her, the heavy weight on her chest that caused breath to escape her. 

Sometimes, she can still feel the hot tears streaming down her cold face, leaving streaks in the dirt layered upon her flushed cheeks. 

The nights that she dreams about that feeling are the nights that she wakes up, running to throw up in the bathroom as if her body wishes to purge itself of that horror.

Yet, when she re-enters her room and slides back under the velvet covers to his warmth, she can remember the feeling that came after that fear. 

When he reaches his arm back out for her and lays his wing atop hers she is reminded that her wings are fine. They are fine because he came for her. 

When she saw him, she knew immediately who he was. Seven blue siphons on his leathers gave him away and he looked pissed. 

Everyone he neared parted for him and those who didn't were almost thrown out of his path. He stalked up to her and the Illyrian males holding onto her. 

Her terror left in an instant and was replaced with relief. With a warmth and comfort that came with the knowledge that Spymaster Azriel of the Night Court was here. And he would not let them touch her. 

So after recovering halfway from a nightmare, the rest of her remedy included wrapping herself up in Azriel's arms and revelling in that same relief, that undeniable safety that she had felt ever since he took her away from that camp.

All Y/n ever wanted in this world was to make sure that she made him feel as safe as he made her feel. She trained with him every single day. They sparred and they exercised, but most importantly, they flew. 

Flying was so important to the both of them. After Y/n almost losing her ability to fly and everything that happened to Azriel, flying was a freedom. When they were in the other there was nothing more important than the wind under their wings and the smiles on their faces. 

Y/n would dream about that too. On the good nights, she would dream about her hair whipping out behind her and the thrill that shot through her every time her feet left the ground. 

"Are you sure about this?" Azriel asked again. 

"Come on, Az you know I'm more than capable." She protested and he placed his hands on her shoulders. 

"Of course you are, but that doesn't mean I have to like letting you waltz into danger. I know you can handle yourself, but you could still get hurt." His eyes bore into hers, love and fear swirling through his eyes. 

It was a simple reconnaissance mission, but for some reason over this stretch of land their glamours had been failing and other messengers or spies that had been sent across had been getting spotted and shot down. 

Rhysand was supposed to accompany Azriel in case one of them got injured, but he had been restless lately. Something was on his mind, his dreams filled with some human and some paintings. He had been very vague, but he was not in a state to be helping Azriel on this particular mission. 

Naturally Y/n leapt at the chance to protect her love. Unfortunately her volunteering had thrown Az into a deep well of anxiety over her safety. 

"Azriel, there is no one else who can go with you and I will not let you go alone. So, you can keep complaining about my presence and I'll make us leave now with only bread and water," Azriel grimaced at the thought causing Y/n to giggle and kiss his nose, "or you can quit it and I'll make your favourite meal and we can leave at Dusk." Azriel's face scrunched up in a way that made Y/n's heart clench. 

The love she felt for this male was indescribable, it filled her up until she was sure she'd burst. No, he would not he leaving alone tonight.

"Well there's only a few hours until dusk, we should get to the kitchen now." He eventually said and she smiled brightly at him.

🔸️

They had been flying for a long time, the playful energy of earlier had dissipated as they approached danger. 

Y/n had a sinking feeling in her gut, something was wrong. She was a strong flier, she prided herself on that. She focused on keeping her wings strong and healthy after almost losing her opportunity. 

Though if someone were to shoot her, there's no telling what may happen. She felt sickness rise up in her throat at the though of losing her wings, again. The fear when those males held her breaching the depths of her suppressed long term memory. 

And as Y/n began to spiral into the darkness of her mind, that's when it happened. A guttural scream filled the air and Y/n was snapped back to reality, whipping her head around only to see Azriel falling to his death with one shredded wing hanging behind him.

Any fear and anxiety she had been feeling was gone and had been replaced by a cold rage and determination. She would save him, and then she'd find and rip apart the bastards that did this to him.

She circled around and swooped beneath him to be level with his torso, then she wrapped her arms around his torso, struggling to keep hold of him. If her wings weren't as strong as they were she wouldn't be able to do this, but she had to be quick, because she was not strong enough to carry Azriel's weight for so long. 

Tears had started streaming down her face as adrenaline pumped through her body, giving her the strength to keep flying into the closest woods. Landing she dropped Azriel who groaned in pain. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." She cried, collapsing next to him as the adrenaline wore off and she became weak. 

She lay next to him and sobbed into his shoulder as he just tried to get his bearings. 

"What do we do? Azriel, what do we do?" Upset and confused, she felt they were out of options. They were miles away from the nearest inn, she couldn't winnow and Azriel was utterly out of it. 

She stroked his hair back and out of his face.

"Your wing…" She whispered and he breathed out a reply. 

"S'okay, Love." It was barely audible, but it broke her heart. When she needed him most he came in and saved her. Why couldn't she do the same? Why couldn't she step up to the mark? 

They were in strange lands. She could trust nobody as a messenger. She could only hope that Rhys would realise something was wrong and send for them. 

If she only rested a little, she'd be able to help Azriel to an inn for the night. Perhaps they'd have simple supplies she could use on him just to get him through the night, before they get to Madja. 

Yes. She could do that. Yes. She would save him.

🔸️

It had been two weeks since their failed mission. Y/n was silently beating herself up about it even though she knew she had done everything she could. 

She had found an inn that night and had been able to get Azriel warm and safe. She had treated him well enough that when someone finally came to bring them home, Madja was able to heal him most of the way. 

The rest would take time, she had said. Time and consistent stretching and exercise, but no flying until he was fully healed. 

He hated that of course, but the arsehole was definitely revelling in the extra attention Y/n was giving him as a result of this injury. 

Of course she could be a little overbearing sometimes, a bit too overprotective. He began to wonder if this was what she felt like when he got all protective over her. 

Azriel was also getting antsy. It had been half a month, he should be able to fly again. Of course Y/n had helped him with his exercises each night yet she still refused to let him go flying, but without it, he felt trapped again. 

He felt like the ground beneath his feet was suffocating him, that he would never be able to escape into that thrilling freedom of the wind and the sky again. He hated it. 

He just wanted to try. 

As Dawn approached, Azriel figured Y/n must be well and truly in a deep sleep by now. So he lifted her protective wing from his body and rolled out of the bed. 

Leaving her small apartment, he made his way up the stairs, headed for the roof. 

As he stood atop the building's roof, it almost felt as good as flying did. Above the city, looking down on the wonders of Velaris, the wind in his face, his hair rushing around in the breeze. A smile grew on his face as he stood there. 

The lights of Velaris shone all sorts of colours as the city thrived beneath his gaze even in these early hours of the morning when the Sun had not even begun to rise. 

If he listened hard enough he could hear the laughter of all the carefree citizens, having the time of their life and he found, for once, that he wasn't jealous. 

Sure they had an all around worry free life, but he was one of the reasons for that. He helped keep the city protected so the Court of Dreams could go on in peace. 

And at the end of the day, he would find his own peace in the arms of Y/n. The female who could make him just as happy and carefree as all the faeries in the streets of Velaris. 

'I'm just going to try, just once. There's no harm in trying.' He thought to himself as he took a step towards the edge of the building and readied his wings. 

"What are you doing?" Y/n's voice stopped him in his tracks. 

He turned slowly to see his love standing there with her arms crossed, a sceptical brow raised.

"Trying to fly?" He replied.

"Are you telling me or asking me?" Was her response and he sighed guiltily. 

Her glare softened as she approached him, her hand soothing across his shoulders. 

"Az, why are you doing this?" She asks, her voice as soft as her gaze. He sits and she follows, dropping to her knees before him. 

"I just… flying is… it's an escape. And I can't escape. It feels like I'm trapped on this earth and there's nothing I can do about it. I just want to feel that wind in my face again. That thrill of being above the whole city while they have no idea. I miss flying with you."

Silence followed for a long time. Then Y/n moved Azriel's legs so they were crossed and climbed into his lap sideways, wrapping her arms around his neck. 

"Oh Sweetheart, I'm so sorry you feel that way. I miss flying with you too." She rested her forehead against his temple and he closed his eyes, basking in her affection, his hands braced behind him to hold them both up. "You have to be careful though. You have to heal fully before you can fly again or you could make it worse."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. Did you want to stay up on the roof for a bit? Be above the city? Feel that wind in your hair?" He laughed a hearty laugh at her teasing tone and nodded. 

"I love you." 

"I love you too, Az." 

The breeze picked up, whipping her hair into his face and she grinned devilishly at him.

"This is what you missed, huh?" Her hair was wild and her eyes were bright. 

Azriel's booming laugh echoed around the building as she poked fun at him and they sat atop the roof until the sun came up. 

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Upside Down Feelings

Chapter One: The Vanishing of Will Byres

an episode-by-episode stranger things fic that incorporates the reader into the series

summary: Y/N Henderson is your typical high school girl with typical problems; falling out with her best friend, an annoying little brother, and a chronically unpopular standing in school. Little did she know that after the disappearance of Will Byres, her world would be flipped upside down

pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader (slow burn)

word count: 3400

tw: none besides the fact that this is unedited :)

“You’re such an asshole!” Dustin shouted as you laughed.

“Dusty! Language!” Your mother gasped, peaking . “Y/N, doing whatever you’re doing stop!”

“You heard her! Stop,” Dustin smirked.

“I’m not doing anything-“

“Give it back!” His smile dropped into a scowl, jumping up to try to reach your raised arm. “I’m late for the D&D campaign.”

“Just reach up and grab it,” You raised a brow. You loved annoying your little brother. Partially because he was just an adorable little kid but mostly because he loved to annoy you just as much. But you both knew if anyone were to so much as look at him the wrong way in front of you, you wouldn’t hesitate to break their nose.

His eyes quickly darted behind you, making you turn around to see absolutely nothing out of the ordinary behind you.

“Y/N, don’t make me use the power of the D&D league against you,” He warned. “We might be small but we’re mighty.”

“First of all, wow. I’m so scared of a bunch of 9 year olds-“

“We’re 12.”

“Whatever. And what’s the big deal anyway? It’s just a damn doll,” You smirked, making him gasp dramatically as he placed a hand on his hip.

“That is not a doll,” He spoke with offense, using his free hand to point at you as continued. “That is a limited edition action figure that can’t be touched because your nasty human hand oils will ruin the paint- You know what? Whatever. I tried to warn you. GET HER!”

“I- What? Who are you talking to- OW! FUCK!” You heard his group of friends scream before they all attacked, two knocking you on the couch as another one grabbed the doll.

“Y/F/N! Language!” Your mother called.

The boys cheered before all running off into the front yard. You looked through the window and smiled at their cheers as your brother held up the action figure victoriously. “Why do you give him such a hard time?”

“Because I’m his big sister. It’s part of the job description,” You shrugged, walking into the kitchen and placing a quick kiss on the top of her head as you made a bee line towards the fridge. “Can I go out tonight?”

“Where to?” She asked, looking over to see you chuckling. “Why do I even bother asking at this point? Yes, you can go out with Robin. What ever happened to Nancy? I thought she was your best friend.”

“Key word: was,” You sighed, hopping on the counter and watching your mom cook. You opened the bottle of soda and took a long swig before you continued. “Ever since she got with The Hair, she hasn’t really talked to me as much. I guess she’s just too cool for me now..”

“Well, if it helps any, you’re the coolest girl in my book,” She smiled over at you, placing a maternal hand on your cheek as she watched you smile. “And the prettiest! And the funniest! And, most importantly, you have the biggest heart I’ve ever seen. If Nancy can’t see that, then I don’t think that makes her very cool. I like Robin way more than I ever liked her.”

“Aw, shucks!” Robin chimed in. You’d given her a key about a month ago and she used it generously. “You’re making me blush, Mrs. Henderson! Ooh, it smells good in here. Whatcha makin’?

Robin smiled as she hopped onto the counter beside you and laid her head on your shoulder.

“Chicken Parm,” Your mom grinned. “Wanna stay for dinner?”

“We’d love to, Mom but-“

“No buts! The movie can wait. Let’s eat!” Robin interrupted.

———

“Could you ride your bike out to the Wheeler’s and tell your brother it’s time to come home? It’s getting late for a school night,” Your mom asked. “I called and Mrs. Wheeler says that they refuse to wrap up their game.”

You groaned and pouted.

“But Nancy-“

“You aren’t there for Nancy. You’re there for Dusty. Now go,” She ordered in a firm tone.

You huffed and did as told. You wished Robin hadn’t left about an hour ago so she could make this trip a little more bearable. Seeing Nancy wasn’t exactly at the top of the list of things you wanted to do tonight. Or ever, for that matter.

The truth was that the two of you had a falling out. It wasn’t rare for the two of you to argue, considering you’ve known one another since you were children. But this argument held a lot more weight to it than your previous disputes. The type of weight that settled into your mind as you fell asleep and made you drag your feet to school, knowing she would be there. She tried to apologize twice for her words but she knew how deep they’d cut you. She knew that even you had your limits and she was way out of line. Now when you passed each other in the hallways, you’d both blush, shoot a feigned smile and walk a little quicker to avoid any type of conversation.

God, if you’re real, You thought before you rang the doorbell, holding your breath to see who would answer. Nancy won’t be the one to-

“Y/N?” Nancy furrowed her brows as she opened the front door of her house.

Okay, God. You’re either not real or a dick. Noted.

“What are you doing here?” She asked. The small glimmer of hope in her eyes crushed you. All you wanted to do was hug her and tell her that you missed your late night giggle fits and little study dates. But the weight of the argument prevented you from doing so.

“I, uh.. My mom sent me to come get Dustin,” You didn’t even recognize your own voice; weak and apathetic. “She said your mom has been trying to clear them out of the basement and they won’t leave so I’m here to-“

“Y/N! Sweetheart!” Mrs. Wheeler called from behind her daughter. Nancy’s eyes quickly shot to her feet. “I haven’t seen you around in a while! How’ve you been? How’s your mom?”

“Good and good,” You smiled, hoping the tension wouldn’t be too evident. You let out a small breath of relief when the woman giggled.

“Thank the Lord that you’re here! They won’t listen to me. I know they’ll listen to you!”

An awkward silence fell upon the three of you. You nodded and shot her another tight lipped smile.

Oh, now it was evident.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help but feel that I just interrupted something?” She asked.

“Nope!”

“No!”

“Uh-huh..” The woman said slowly, looking at the two pathetic girls who looked down at their feet. “They’re in the basement.”

You nodded and made a quick bee line to the basement door. You didn’t even bother knocking- no time, you simply ran downstairs and watched them gasp. You couldn’t get out of this house fast enough. Every single inch of this house held the memories of you and your best friend.

You clenched your eyes at the force of habit. Ex best friend.

“Y/N? What are you-“ Your brother began, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“When someone asks you to go home, Dustin, you go home,” You said sternly. “It’s late. And Mrs. Wheeler has been kind enough to let you stay here and play this game all day. The least you could do is show some respect and leave at a reasonable hour. Especially on a school night, dipshit. Come on. We’re leaving.”

“But we’re in the middle of a game!” Mike whined.

“You heard her,” Nancy spoke from behind you. “Clean up. It’s time for your friends to go home.”

The boys all simply looked at the two of you with wide eyes.

“Now!” You both shouted, causing them to chaotically clean up and do as told. You grabbed Dustin by the shoulder, taking him upstairs to apologize to the Wheelers before you met the other kids outside.

“You and Nancy used to be cool!” Dustin huffed. “What happened to you guys?”

“We grew up,” You said simply, not revealing the fact that you wondered the same thing every night. “Let’s go.”

“Y/N!” Nancy called as she ran out to catch you before you got on your bike. The boys already began cycling home, leaving the two of you alone. “Hey, I know things are.. The way they are between us. And I’m sorry about that. But there’s a party on Tuesday night at Steve’s and I was wondering if… maybe you wanted to come?”

“Uh,” You smiled. “On a school night? I don’t know, Nance.”

“That was my first reaction too. Come on!” She giggled. “Barb said she’ll go if you do. And I think you might a lot of fun-“

“Ah,” Your smile faded. “You want me there so Barb will go.”

“No! No, I didn’t mean it like that at all. I want you there for me not because I want Barb to-“

“Nancy,” You interrupted softly. “I appreciate the invite. I do. Thank you. I just..”

“Yeah,” She nodded, looking away to hide the tears in her eyes. “No, yeah. I get it. It’s okay. It’s a school night anyways so..”

“Right,” You nodded. “I hope you have fun though.”

You slung your leg over your bike and began to walk it towards the street before something stopped you. Maybe it was the familiar house with the familiar girl who stood with the familiar sad face that you always seemed to cause as of recently. Maybe it was the fact that you just missed your best friend, regardless of how damn mean she could be at times.

“Hey, Nancy?” You called.

“Yeah?” She looked up.

“I don’t know.. Maybe you could, like.. Call me if anything crazy happens at the party.”

“I can call you?” She asked a little too quickly with those wide eyes of hers, making you laugh. She smiled. “Sorry. I got excited.”

“I see that,” You teased. Oh, how she missed being teased by you. “I should get going. But, uh.. Feel free to call me afterwards, okay? I’ll be up late studying anyway so it really doesn’t matter what time you do.”

She nodded, trying to hide her grin. In her world, everything seemed to finally be falling into place now that you were speaking to her again. She missed telling you things about school and about the things she did with Steve. She missed your study dates because no one matched her intellectually the way you did. She missed your quick witted comments, and she missed the fact that you both cheered each other on in life. She missed you. All of you, even the bad parts that she couldn’t stand at times. Because at the end of the day, you were like a sister to her. And sister fight all the time, right?

“Dustin! Wait up!” You called, watching as he and Will took of racing towards your house. You laughed and accepted the challenge, peddling as fast as you could to catch up with them.

“I’ll take your X-Men 134!” Will called as he sped past your house. You hit the breaks and swerved your bike, avoiding Dustin who halted to a stop.

“Son of a bitch,” He muttered.

“Tell him I stole it and to pick another one,” You offered, slightly out of breath. “I know how much you like that one so put the blame on me.”

“You’re in a good mood,” Dustin chuckled. “Did your girlfriend finally talk to you?”

“Other way around, doofus,” You rolled your eyes, hopping off of your bike to walk it into the garage. “And she’s not my girlfriend.”

“What happened between you guys anyway?” He asked, doing the same.

He’d never look at her in the same way if he knew.

“A boy,” You lied. More like the bad of an influence he is and the fact that he is morphing her into someone she’s not. At least, that’s what led to the falling out.

“Ew, don’t tell me you have a thing for Steve too!” Dustin gagged, kicking the stand out on his bike and closing the garage. You followed him inside.

“Gross,” You scrunched your nose. “Mark my words, Dustin; I will never see that boy as anything more than what he is. Trash.”

“At least we’re on the same page about something tonight,” He nodded, walking to the kitchen. “What’d mom make?”

“Chicken Parm,” You responded, already grabbing some plates. As he opened the fridge, the lights flickered and he yelped. “Oooh, maybe it’s the monster from your game.”

“That’s not funny,” He snapped. “If that were true, we’re all dead.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” You smiled. “I’m sure there’s just a nearby storm. Totally not a monster. The lights would flicker again if it was a monster.”

The lights switched off for a moment and next thing you knew, you heard your brother scream and lunge into you. He wrapped his arms around you and held on tight. When the lights turned back on, you looked down to see him clenching his eyes shut as his legs shook.

Great, now he’s gonna ask to sleep in your room.

“Can I sleep in your-“

“Yes,” You groaned, peeling him off of you. “But you’re sleeping on the floor.”

“THE FLOOR?!” He yelped.

“Yes, the floor. You kick in your sleep,” You rolled your eyes. “And I have a quiz tomorrow.”

“But-“

“You need to stop playing that damn game, dude. You’re always like this when the lights flicker.”

“But the floor is worse than sleeping alone in my room and I-“

“No! You’re sleeping on the floor. Take it or leave it.”

“Please, I-“

“Dustin!” You shouted.

“Fine!” He shouted back, taking an angry bite out of his food. “Gross, I forgot to put it in the microwave.”

You both giggled before finishing up in the kitchen and getting dressed for bed. Halfway through the night, you felt him try to crawl into your full size bed.

“Dustin. Floor.”

“Fine..”

———

“Waffles!” Dustin grinned, all but running to the table. “Pass the syrup, please.”

You mindlessly did as told as you flipped through a guitar magazine. The phone rang and your mother answered, her voice dropped for a moment before she turned around to face you.

“Did you guys ride home with Will?” Your mother asked with the phone pressed to her ear. “Joyce said that Mrs. Wheeler told her that you all left together.”

“We raced to the house and then he went home, why?” Dustin asked. Your mother blinked before repeating what he said into the phone.

“It’s probably nothing,” Your mother smiled after she hung up the phone but you didn’t miss the way her hand trembled as she brought the cup of coffee to her lips.

———

“Nice shoes,” Carol snorted as she approached you. You didn’t need to look down to see that you’d chosen your old, ratted up converse.

“Nice face,” You rebutted without missing a beat as you bumped into her shoulder. “Your nose looks different this year. Did your daddy buy that for you too?”

“At least she has a dad,” Tommy smirked, making Carol throw her head back in laughter. Your lips parted, taken aback from the statement. “What’s the matter, Henderson? Cat got your tongue?”

You quickly composed yourself, readjusting your backpack and chuckling.

“I’d rather have a dead dad than a dead beat one,” You shrugged, turning on your heels.

“What did you just say to me? Hey! Don’t walk away from me when I talk to you,” Tommy asked, grabbing your shoulder. Hard. He pushed you into the lockers with the same force, causing your head hit a handle, making you wince and curse under your breath. “You wanna say that again, loser?”

“Hey, what the fuck, dude? She’s a girl!” Steve furrowed his brows and pushed Tommy off of you, but the boy kept his eyes on you. If looks could kill. Steve looked back at you with concern. “You alright?”

“Never better,” You groaned, bringing your hand up to your head and bringing it back down to see a bit of blood. Steve’s eyes widened as he looked back up at you. “Don’t worry, Harrington. I won’t tell Nancy.”

“What?” He blinked, searching your face for any sign of . “No. I-I didn’t.. I wasn’t trying to imply-“

“Excuse me,” You interrupted before walking away, quickly making a bee line to the bathroom to get some paper towels for your head. Luckily, it was a small cut. Though it wasn’t gushing or running, the blood still pooled at the wound. It’d only take a few minutes to stop. The throbbing of the forming bruise, however, was a different story. “Fucking assholes.”

“Who?” Robin asked as she walked in. “Woah! Dude, I don’t know if you know this but your head is bleeding!”

You chuckled dryly before grabbing the mess of paper towels and putting them in the trash. Her gaze never left your face as she leaned against the wall.

“Let me guess-“

“Don’t. I don’t wanna talk about it,” You shook your head, desperate for a subject change. “Did you hear about Will Byers?”

“Yeah,” She exhaled as she responded. “Poor Jonathan.”

“Yeah,” You nodded. You couldn’t even fathom the possibility that it could’ve just as easily been your brother. “Poor Jonathan indeed.”

“Here, you’re still bleeding a bit. I know you don’t wanna talk about it, but at the very least, let me hold some pressure on it,” Robin grabbed a handful of paper towels and made you lean against the sink. She stood by your side and gently but firmly pressed, watching as you sucked in a breath before easing into her touch. “You were saying? Something about Jonathan.”

“I don’t know how he’s keeping his cool. I’d be devastated if it was Dustin.. Shit, I’m a little devastated even with Will. I mean I watched that kid grow up… One time, he convinced me, Jonathan and Nancy to dress up for their stupid game and it’s still one of my favorite memories. We all ended up on the floor laughing and grabbing at our stomachs from the force.”

“Shit,” Robin raised her brows, handing you a hat from her bag. “He’s the quiet one, right?”

“He’s shy, not quiet,” The smile from your story lingered as you put it on. “He’s a good kid. I just wish there was-“

“Steve!” You both heard a voice giggle. It was followed by sloppy footsteps and kissing noises. Robin shot you a look of disgust as Steve and Nancy stumbled in, in one of those teenage hormone sparked make out sessions. Gross. “We could get in trouble! Someone might see us!”

“Consider yourselves seen,” Your friend smirked, making them jump. They looked over as she tossed the towel in the trash. There was barely enough blood to see but you could tell they’d noticed. Steve almost winced at the fact that he knew what the hat was for, covering the evidence. “We were just on the way out. As you were, sir.”

You both grabbed your bags before making your exit. Nancy blushed furiously as Steve looked back at her.

“You think they’re good at keeping secrets?” He asked.

“Trust me,” She smiled before pulling him in again. “They’re the best.”

———

“And then we told him about the road!” Dustin ranted about his interaction with Hopper. You and your mother listened intently as you finished the dinner Dustin has yet to touch. “So can I go tonight? Search for him?”

“No,” She responded. He looked at you for help. You pursed your lips and shrugged. As much as you wanted to take his side, you’d rather see him upset than missing. He huffed, pushing away his plate and marching to his room. Your mother sighed and sat back. “My poor, sweet boy..”

“I’ll talk to him,” You muttered. You got up and walked down the hallway, knocking lightly at his door.

“Go away.”

“Dusty,” You leaned your forehead on his door. “It’s me. Let me in.”

You heard him hesitate before his mattress creeped and footsteps approached. The door unlocked and opened to reveal your teary eyed little brother.

“I’m going. Lucas and Mike and I will stick together. I took your pepper spray for protection,” He admitted as he held up your keychain. You laughed. “If you love me, you’ll cover for me and say I went to sleep early.”

You sighed, looking at him with concern.

“What kind of big sister would I be if I let that happen?” You shook your head.

“The type that doesn’t want Mom knowing you lost your virginity already,” He threatened, making your face drop. You widened you eyes before pushing him into his room and closing his door. “I’ll tell her if you don’t let me go!”

“SHH! Keep your voice down, asshole! Where did you even hear about that?” You whisper yelled.

“I overheard you talking to Robin,” He whispered.

“So instead of asking nicely to go you fucking blackmail me?!” You scoffed. “I came in here to cheer you up and all of the sudden I’m under attack? And I find out that you know about.. Ew!”

“You’re the one who taught me how to blackmail in the first place!” He argued. His face has never seemed as punchable as it did in that very moment. He saw your glare, the daggers it sent his way, and took a step back physically but continued to threaten you. “I’m going whether you cooperate or not. So we can do this the easy way or the hard way.”

“I fucking hate you, you know that?” You hissed, turning on your heels and going to your room. He stood in a silent guilt, hating that the person he looked up to the most just said that to him. Dustin drew in a shaky breath and sat on his bed for a moment before his door opened again. He looked up and saw you hand him a backpack. He furrowed his brows in confusion. “There are three pocket knives and three flashlights- one for each one of you. It’s going to rain so take your raincoat. If you don’t come back by midnight, I’ll tell mom about that gross comic book you have that is filled to the brim with cartoon tits. If you don’t come back ever, I’ll never recover. If you see or hear or feel something that’s not right, you turn around and come home. You got it?”

He grinned and nodded, running into your arms to hug you. You quickly pushed him off and lowered yourself to his eye level.

“I still hate you,” You clarified. He just laughed as you pulled him in for another hug. “Be careful. I’ll let her know you cried yourself to sleep.”

“I owe you!” He jumped out of your arms and opened his window. “Big time.”

“Oh, I know. And I intend to cash in on that. Big time.” You responded. His face scrunched in concern, almost as if he was reconsidering his whole plan, before he jumped out. You sighed, and walked back to the kitchen.

“How is he?” Your mom sat up as she saw you.

“He just needs some time to cool down. I’ll check on him in a few hours to make sure he’s still okay,” You smiled, knowing that answer perfectly satisfied your mother.

Was this your best moment; allowing your kid brother to go out alone with his kid friends in search of a missing boy? No. But you knew him. He needed this. Maybe this would be a funny story in a few years, but you spent the whole night studying in his room, waiting for him to come back. When the window finally creeped open to reveal his silhouette, you about passed out from relief.

Something told you that this boy was going to grow up to be nothing but trouble.

Chapter 2 ->

YOU BITCH I THOUGHT THEY WERE GONNA BREAK UP THAT WOULDVE RUINED MY DAY

Chapter 8

Episode Nine

SUMMARY: Y/N has to deal with the consequences of her actions.

WORD COUNT: 7162

TW: sexual language and cursing

A/N: sorry for posting so late. a friend of mine was in need of some comforting. BUT HERE IS THE NEW CHAPTER!!

You sighed, looking down at your phone for what seemed like the millionth time to see the same text from your boyfriend.

3:30 AM Stiles: Oh thank god. I’m glad to hear he’s okay. I’m sorry, I’m not meaning to ignore or blow you off. I just need some time to process everything that happened today.

3:33 AM Y/N: No, it’s cool. Take your time

“How you feeling?” You heard Derek ask from behind you.

“A lot better than I was feeling a few hours ago,” Scott chuckled.

“Look, I know you two have a lot to talk about. I'll give you a few minutes but we should really get out of here before the Argents find us. I’ll wait in the car. Don’t take too long,” Derek nodded, turning to walk out of the room. You heard the door’s bells jingle before it closed behind him.

“Jesus, you scared the shit out of me,” You sighed, looking up at Scott. His concerned gaze was already set on your own. “I felt your life slipping out of me. I tried to heal you with my blood but it didn’t work so I really thought... Don’t ever do that again.”

“I won’t. I promise,” He blinked, looking down at your hand to see that it was wrapped in gauze. He could tell by the way that the medical tape was neatly folded at the end that Deaton has wrapped it up for you. “Wait.. why didn’t it work?”

You looked down at your hand, playing with the edges of the gauze, pondering how to word what you’d done earlier that night.

“Y/N? Why did Derek say we have a lot to talk about?” He questioned softly. 

“I, uh.. Derek and I got trapped outside of the Mountain Ash barrier when we heard your cry for help,” You finally admitted.

“You didn't,” He muttered, feeling his stomach drop at the way your guilty eyes darted to the floor. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you did not just break that barrier because of me.”

Your eyes filled with tears at his shaky voice. You tried to blink them away before looking up and pursing your lips.

“Oh, Y/N,” He whispered before he stepped forward to wrap his arms around you. He held you tightly, not quite being able to wrap his mind around the fact that this could very well be the last night he would be able to do so.

“I, uh.. I lost my magic. I was talking to Doc and he said that it isn’t a good sign. A Sorcières Verte’s powers would be enhanced by now, not gone. There’s a chance I won’t lose my mind, but if the black mist comes back then…”

“We’re not there yet. So let’s not freak out, alright? You’re still sane. Nothing’s wrong right now besides losing your magic, right?” He pulled away to look you in the eyes. You nodded. “Your heart skipped a beat.”

“It’s not my magic. It’s just.. Stiles," You shook your head, trying to contain the storm of anxiety that hid behind your now emotionless mask. "He made me swear beforehand that I wouldn’t break it under any circumstances, but I had no other option. Not when I felt your life slipping away. I don’t even know where we stand or how he feels or why he isn’t here-"

“Y/N, listen to me,” Scott grabbed your shoulders. “I'm sure it's nothing. I mean, you know how he is. He probably just needs some space to think this all through so he can talk to you with his head and not his feelings.”

You nodded your head again but you knew this time was different. You saw the look in his eyes. Before you fully lost your magic, you felt the bond you shared begin to break. You'd be ignorant to ignore that there was a very real possibility that your relationship would soon come to an end. “We should probably go. Derek’s waiting on us.”

“Are you sure you want to come? I mean after everything that happened-“

“It’s a hell of a lot better than being alone,” You interrupted. Scott’s lips pursed before he nodded, leading the way.

———

“We need a new plan because next time, one of us is gonna be too hurt to heal,” Derek huffed as he walked into his abandoned subway spot. He froze when he realized that you were right behind Scott. His face fell slightly before going to speak again. “I didn’t mean-“

“No, you’re good. You’re right,” You brushed it off, smiling halfheartedly in hopes of showing him that he didn’t strike a nerve. “We can’t save Jackson.”

“We can’t seem to kill him either,” He muttered. “I’ve seen a lot of things. I’ve never seen anything like this. God, and every new moon is just gonna make him stronger.”

“Then how do we stop him?” Scott asked.

“I don’t know,” Derek said after a moment. I don’t even know if we can.”

“Yeah, maybe we should just let the Argents handle it,” Scott offered. Your eyes widened at the name. You’d forgotten to tell him that they knew what you were. You’d used your powers on Mrs. Argent in effort to save the men in front of you. Scott had barely taken his eyes off of you since you’d told him what you did. He noticed the look on your face but Derek spoke up before he got the chance to.

“I’m the one who turned him,” Derek blinked. “It’s my fault.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t turn him into this,” You objected.

“Yeah, I mean, this happened because of something in his past, right?” Scott added.

“That’s a legend in a book. It’s not that simple,” Derek explained with frustration.

“What do you mean? What are you not telling me?” Scott questioned.

“Why do you think I’m always keeping something from you?” Derek narrowed his eyes.

“Because you always are keeping something from me!”

“Well, maybe I do it to protect you.”

“Doesn’t being part of your pack mean no more secrets?” Scott asked gently.

“Go home, Scott,” Derek shook his head, looking down at his hands. “Sleep. Heal. Make sure your friends are safe. Because the full moon’s coming. And with the way things are going, I’ve got a feeling it’s gonna be a rough one.

———

You both stood in Scott’s driveway, watching as the familiar black Camera drove off. You heard Scott sigh and looked over at him.

“Would you please stop looking at me like a pet that’s about to be put down?” You rolled your eyes.

“Wha- I was not looking at you like that!”

“Oh yeah?” You chuckled. “Because that’s the exactly how you looked at your hamster in the fourth grade when-“

“You swore you’d never talk about Fluffy again!” He interrupted, making you laugh. After a moment, your giggles and the conversation came to a lull. You sat in silence before he spoke up again. “I know I should probably go inside but.. I don't know, dude. It's like I don't wanna leave your side just in case something happens."

“Yeah, I feel the same way,” You looked up at him. “God, I feel this sense of overwhelming anticipation in my chest and it’s killing me. I don't even know how I'm supposed to sleep knowing what could happen."

“You wanna stay the night?” Scott asked. “I know it’s been a while but we can watch a shitty movie together until we fall asleep. Just like old times. That way, just in case something does happen, I can be there to make sure no one gets hurt.”

“That sounds like a really good idea actually,” You smiled. He grinned, leading you into his house. You both quickly picked up his room and made his bed, a sleepover ritual you had since you could remember, before climbing into bed and putting on some cheesy old movie.

He almost didn’t realize you'd fallen asleep until you lazily threw your arm and leg on top of him and mumbled some sleepy mumble jumbo about not fitting into a skirt. He smiled and looked down at you resting your head on his chest, taking in the sight of his best friend in such a peaceful state.

Truth be told, he was scared beyond words too. The idea of losing you was unbearable, unfathomable, and simply heart wrenching. But as he held you in his arms, he couldn't help but to feel as if it was the final silence before the storm, and it made him feel more grievance than he thought was possible. His gut twisted as you subconsciously scrunched your nose. How was he supposed to bid his soulmate farewell? You were supposed to be by his side for the next few decades; enduring the losses of your parents, standing by each other's side as the other got married, and watching each other grow grey and wrinkled. How was he supposed to know when he was out of line without you there to scold and correct him? How was he supposed to survive the lows of his life without you there to soften the blow? He’d always seen you as part of him. Everything he was; his heart, soul, mind, morals- it was all because of you.

He could feel every plan he had for the future melt the longer he looked down at you sleeping peacefully on his chest. Though he'd witnessed the sight millions of times before, his heart sunk knowing this might be the last memory of you ingrained into his brain.

He didn’t want to lose you. But to see you slip through his fingers as you slowly lost yourself to a black misted and twisted mind was soul-shattering. 

Though Scott had no clue how to endure this potential loss, he was determined to see it to the end. If this was truly the last of you, he’d make sure to soak up every moment because in this world, there was not a single thing he loved and relied on more than you. His best friend. His twin flame. 

It wasn’t until you stirred in your sleep that he noticed his tear-soaked cheeks had leaked onto the top of your head. He held in his shaky breath in hopes of not waking you. He laid his head on top of yours before laying in silence for the next hour, holding you tightly as if it would put off the inevitable.

———

“Why are you so obsessed with this case?” Mr Stilinski questioned his son, sighing when his only response was to flip through the yearbook again. “Hey. Hey! You don’t have to solve this for me.”

“No, I have to do something,” Stiles sighed, making his father’s heart sink. He no longer could stomach telling him to stop his search. He knew it was the only thing to ease the anxious boy’s mind.

“How come you’re doing this alone? Where’s your partner in crime?” Noah smiled.

“Scott’s busy with-“

“I’m not talking about Scott.”

“Oh..” Stiles paused, sitting back in his chair and sighing. “Yeah, uh.. I don’t know where she is. We’re not exactly in speaking terms at the moment.”

“Oh god,” Noah groaned. “What did you do?”

“What did I do? Why do you always assume I’m the one that did something?” Stiles scoffed dramatically.

“Because 9 times out of 10, son, you are the one who did something,” His father chuckled. It was only when he noticed his son’s distant eyes that he realized this subject held a lot more weight than he anticipated.

“Well, for once, it wasn’t me,” He muttered, lightly biting his lip.

“You wanna talk about it?” Mr. Stilinski asked gently.

“Not really, no,” Stiles shook his head, looking down at the yearbook again. He went to flip the page before his father’s hand caught his own. “Dad, I said I don’t wanna talk-"

“No, stop. Look at the swim team,” Noah’s tone changed dramatically, catching Stiles’ full attention. He looked down to see exactly what he was talking about. Every single victim was on the team.

“Dad, the coach…” He said, pointing at Coach Lahey. “It’s Isaac’s dad.”

———

“You coming?” Your best friend asked, noticing how you hesitated to keep walking after seeing Lydia’s house. “Hey, you feeling alright?”

“What? Oh, yeah. No, I’m fine. It’s just..” Your voice trailed off as you looked to the left to see the familiar 1980 robin’s egg blue Jeep sat in the driveway. 

“Oh,” Scott followed your gaze. “You wanna go home?”

“No, no. You go ahead. I think I just need a moment to myself if that’s cool,” You smiled halfheartedly. He nodded, grabbing your shoulder reassuringly before heading inside. You watched as his silhouette disappeared into the house before letting out the shaky breath you’d been holding.

For the first time in your life, you didn’t want to see him. You dreaded seeing the look he’d give you. Your stomach twisted at the thought of the conversation he’d force you to have; the one you weren’t ready to have, the one that ended in tear-stained cheeks and runny makeup, the one that ended in the end of an era for the two of you. 

For the first time in your life, seeing that Jeep had a new meaning. It was no longer just the vehicle you’d shared countless of kisses and flirtatious encounters in. The one that would bring an overwhleming excitement when you heard pull into your driveway, knowing that i meant you'd bein his arms within moments of it grinding to halt.

Now it felt more like the a shell of what used to be. The future you could’ve had if you’d tried things at a different time in your life.

You blinked away your tears, knowing you were jumping to conclusions and making yourself suffer a loss that had yet to happen. You'd looked around at the empty driveway. Just as you began to winder where everyone was, you heard a pair of heavy footsteps behind you, one that held too much weight to belong to a teenager. You froze, turning around to be met by a pair of piercing blue eyes.

“Hello, Y/N,” Mr. Argent spoke up, making you jump back. “It seems you have something I’m in need of."

Your eyes widened before you turned to run, only to be met by one of his brutes. Within seconds, you found your arms behind your back and mouth covered by a sweaty hand.

———

“Have you seen Jackson anywhere?” Stiles asked his best friend.

“No, seen Allison?” Scott shook his head.

“No, but we should probably tell her what we found.”

“We should probably get Y/N in the loop too,” Scott paused before looking around. “Speaking of which, I haven’t seen her in a while either. You know where she is?”

“What do you mean? I thought she was with you!” Stiles’ voice hitched, looking around to corner to see that you were nowhere to be seen, not even at the pool. “Dude! You had one job!”

“Wha- This isn’t my fault! Maybe if you weren’t ignoring her in her time of need, she’d be right besides you as usual!” Scott spat, seeing his best friend’s face fall. “Shit, dude. I’m sorry. That’s the full moon talking. I don’t wanna get in the middle of anything.”

“No, you’re good. You’re right. I should probably go look for her to make sure she’s okay,” Stiles mumbled before leading Scott toward the backyard. 

“Wait, catch me up on what you found because I’m still not entirely sure what to tell Allison,” Scott blinked, earning an eye roll.

“I figured out it has something to do with water,” Stiles began. “You know, the fact that all the victims were on the swim team. The way the Kanima reacted around the pool.”

“So whoever’s controlling the Kanima really hates the swim team?”

“Hated the swim team,” Stiles corrected, keeping his eyes peeled to see if he could catch a glimpse of you. “Specifically the 2006 swim team. So it could be another teacher. Maybe like a student back then. I mean, who are we missing? What haven’t we thought of?”

“Uh, Jackson’s not here,” Allison smiled awkwardly as she walked up to the boys. 

“Have you seen Y/N?” They asked in unison.

“I thought she was with you?” Allison blinked. 

“Maybe she left. This party’s kind of a drag,” Scott said.

“Maybe it’s just early. She could be waiting for more people to show up before she walks in,” Allison offered, awkwardly looking over at Stiles. He rolled his eyes, hating that she knew about your lovers' quarrel.

“Yeah, well, I don’t think anyone else is coming because Lydia’s turned into the town wackjob,” He pursed his lips.

“We have to do something because we’ve completely ignored her for the past two weeks,” Allison sighed, looking over at the birthday girl who stood alone with a tray of drinks. “She deserves to get back to normal. She wouldn’t be the town wackjob if it wasn’t for us.”

“You two go look for Y/N. I’ll use my co-captain status to get the lacrosse team here,” Scott nodded. "That should get the party started."

“Will do.”

“On it.”

———

“Miss Y/L/N,” Gerald chuckled as he entered the basement. You narrowed your eyes, unable to do much else with your hands bound behind you and a piece of tape covering your mouth. “We meet again.”

“We don’t want to hurt you,” Chris spoke up, stepping out from behind you to gently take off the tape from your mouth. 

“That’s a little hard to believe,” You spat, looking up at the men hovering above you. “What do you really want?”

“Did you know that your ancestors are known for being the most dangerous and wanted of supernatural beings, Miss Y/L/N?” Gerard smiled. “Or should I say Miss Delvoux.”

“You’re wildly mistaken,” You scoffed. “I might come from the bloodline but I don’t have any powers.”

“A little birdy told us otherwise,” He laughed. “To answer your question, we want the cure.”

The cure. You remembered that your blood provided the cure to lycanthropy. If a supernatural being was able to drain every drop of your body without being killed by the toxins, they were found to be, by all accounts, human. 

“So you don’t want to hurt me, you want to kill me,” You clarified. “Why?”

“One of our own got bit-“

“I don’t think it’s appropriate to tell her what’s going on,” Chris interrupted. “We don’t even know if she’s a Delvoux or not.”

“Your wife swears she saw her use magic, Chris. This young lady will be dead by the end of the night. Don’t you think she deserves to know that cause for which she is dying for?” The old man asked. His son stayed silent, looking at you with guilt. Gerard was taunting you. He wanted to watch you squirm with fear. You refused to give him the satisfaction, holding your head up high and looking him in the eye. “A certain Alpha bit Allison’s mother on the night you saved Scott. We need to cure her, seeing as she is, in a way, the leader of our own pack. Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re dying for a good cause. You’re saving your friend’s mother.”

“And you’re killing an innocent girl for nothing. I’m not a witch,” You spoke with confidence, disgust dripping from every word. “It won’t work.”

“Well, then you have nothing to worry about,” Gerard smiled before nodding to the men behind you. You felt one of them grab your left arm. Within seconds, they were wrapping a tourniquet around your upper arm before inserting a needle into a vein and drawing out a vial of blood.

You watched as they did they mixed it with another's blood. You knew that if that blood had even a trace of Mountain Ash, it would curdle the blood of a werewolf and smoke with black mist. Though you confidently denied it before, there was a big part of you that was anticipating seeing the cloud of smoke rise from the small container. You watched intently, waiting to see your fate.

The men surrounding the vial noticed your gaze and stepped in front of the table to prevent your view. You shifted your focus onto Chris, who watched with concern as they mixed the blood together. After a few moments, you noticed his face fall before he looked over at his father and shook his head.

“It seems as though you were right,” Gerard spoke up, miserably trying to hide his shock. “You are not a witch.”

“Listen closely,” Chris stepped forward, leaning your chair backwards as an attempt to intimidate you. Though you didn’t show it, it worked. “You are to keep tonight’s events to yourself. In case you've forgotten, I am the only thing standing in the way of my father killing your best friend. Or boyfriend, was it? If you so much as a hint to anyone about what happened or what you heard- or worse, if you tell Allison about any of this.. I will kill him myself. And I will make sure you are there to witness his death. Am I clear?”

“Crystal,” You hissed.

“Untie her,” He ordered. “Take her back to the party. And keep an eye out to make sure she keeps her mouth shut.”

———

“You gonna apologize to Allison or what?” Stiles questioned as he continued to sip on the punch. Scott looked up with annoyance

“You’re telling me to apologize my girlfriend?” He scoffed. 

“No, no! Hey, you don’t get to use that. Our situation is different. We actually have a reason for the tension.”

“It’ll be a reason for a breakup if you don’t act quick,” Scoff shrugged, taking another swig.

“Did.. Did she say that?” Stiles hesitated.

“No but I know her. And so do you. So if you don't want to breakup, man up and talk to her."

“I could say the same to you,” Stiles huffed.

“Why do you care so much about what happens with my relationship anyway?”

“Because, Scott, something’s gotta go right here. I mean, we’re getting out asses royally kicked, if you haven't noticed,” Stiles explained. “People are dying. I got my dad fired. You’re gonna be held back in school. I finally scored the girl of my dreams, and now I might lose her because I’m the asshole who pulled away from her, in her time of need, because, ironically, I don’t know how to deal with loss. Or because she might literally go crazy. And if on top of all of that, I gotta watch you lose Allison to a stalker like Matt, I’m gonna stab myself in the face.”

“Don’t stab yourself in the face,” Scott stood up, looking towards the back doors.

“Why? Is she here?” Stiles asked.

“No. Jackson’s here,” Scott muttered.

———

“Remember what I told you,” Chris warned before unlocking the doors. You clenched your jaw and nodded before opening the door and jumping out of his SUV. You barely got the chance to close the door before the vehicle drove off, leaving you alone with a couple of their workers.

"We were assigned to look after you," One of them spoke.

"You mean you're not here to have fun at a teenage party?" You asked sarcastically before turning on your heels and heading inside.

You took a deep breath as you walked, trying to clear your mind of everything that happened. You couldn’t afford to show something had happened, knowing Scott would ask and catch on to the lie. His life might depend on your behavior.

You opened the door to be greeted by a lively party. As you made your way through the crowd of drunk teens and touchy couples, you caught a glimpse of Allison. You made your way over to see that she was pale in the face, sweating and heaving as she looked around.

“Are you okay-“

“Oh my god!” She gasped, making you jump. “Oh, Y/N. It’s you. The, uh, boys were looking for you- would you excuse me?”

She was gone before you got the chance to respond. Part of you wanted to go after her but she quickly disappeared into the crowd, leaving you no choice but to look for Scott. 

You continued to push your way through the house, seeing several people acting odd. You furrowed your brows and walked through the hoard of people, finally breaking through the back doors. You looked around for a moment to see if you could catch sight of your best friend before your eyes landed on your boyfriend. As you made your way to him and got a closer look, you noticed that he stood completely entranced by something behind you. You turned to see nothing out of the ordinary before looking back at his teary eyes.

“Sti, you alright?” You spoke gently, afraid you might startle him. Nothing. He was remained completely entranced by whatever he was looking at. You turned again to see nothing that you didn't see before. You placed a soft hand on his shoulder to get his attention. “Stiles?”

He gasped, flinching out of your touch. You noticed he looked just as spooked as Allison; same pale face, same sweaty hands, the same look of utter terror. He looked over at you and flinched again, harder this time, stepping away from you.

“Woah, woah! It’s me! What’s going on?” You held your hands up to show you came in peace.

“Oh, thank god,” He breathed before pulling you into an embrace. You innately melted into his arms, rubbing his back in effort to slow his breathing. 

“Hey, you’re okay. You’re alright. I got you,” You whispered holding him tightly as his shaky breathing began to slow. You closed your eyes, breathing him in and memorizing what it felt like to be held by him, fearing this might be the last time he ran to you for comfort. “What just happened?”

You, he wanted to say. You happened.

“I, uh.. I think I was hallucinating,” He muttered, causing you to pull away enough to look him in the eye but staying in his embrace.

“Hallucinating? What’d you see?” You questioned, not oblivious to the way he glanced over at you. You sometimes wished you didn’t know him so well, craving the sweet ignorance of not knowing he hallucinated you. And judging by the way he flinched when he came to, it had to do with the situation that caused the very silence you sat in at that moment. You couldn’t help but show the hurt in your eyes so stepped back. “Oh.. I see.”

He swore he saw you walk into the party, eyes black with the all-too-familiar mist surrounding your hands. He saw it perfectly; you used your powers to kill everyone in sight until he was the only one left, smiling as you slowly made your way towards him. You wrapped your hands around his neck and said ‘Oh, I’m going to enjoy killing you. I’d be doing the world a favor, really. You’re the reason your father lost his job.. and his wife. You’re the reason I became this monster. The world is better off without you and so am I.’ before blasting him against the column he leaned on now.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” He shook his head. He knew it was the last thing you needed to hear, especially after his radio silence. He rubbed at his face, noticing it felt numb, and cursing himself for downing those drinks so quickly. Had he known you’d actually speak to him, he would’ve stayed sober. "Where have you been? Are you okay?"

“Are you? You look awful,” You dodged the question. While you appreciated his concern, the lack of communication on both ends felt like it was killing you slowly.

"Yes, thank you for that," He rolled his eyes.

“Oh please, you've never looked unattractive in your life. You know what I mean. Why is everyone freaking out? Everyone is paranoid and sweaty. What’s going on? Wait- where’s Scott?”

“I have no clue. He was just with me,” Stiles looked around. He stumbled a little as the alcohol truly began to take effect. “Is it me or is everything spinning?”

“Here, just sit next to the pool,” You said, guiding him towards the nearest column.

“Good idea because I think I’m gonna be sick. Oh god, I think I drank a little too much,” His words began to slur as he slowly sunk down the column until he was sitting on the floor. You kneeled down beside him, looking at him in concern as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

“Fuck, I hate leaving you like this but I need to get you some water,” You muttered, looking around to see if you could find Scott in the crowd. “You’re okay on your own, right?”

“Yeah, but-"

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” You interrupted, subconsciously pressing a kiss on his hairline out of habit before you were on your feet again. You were gone before he could argue.

You looked around the house for your best friend but couldn’t seem to find him anywhere in the midst of the chaos. Everyone with a cup of punch seemed to be losing their minds; talking to no one, screaming, hiding, kissing the air- they were lost in their own realities. You pushed against the crowd, dodging stray punches and feeling your ears ring from the shrieks.

“Oh, my bad,” You heard someone say as they humbled against your shoulder. “Wait- Y/N?”

“Scott! I was looking for you!” Your eyes widened in surprise before taking in the same sight you’d seen a many times in the past few minutes; the same glistening, pale skin decorated his features. “No way, you too?”

“Wh-..” He furrowed his brow before tilting your head. “Did you hallucinate too?”

“No but everyone who drank the punch seems to be,” You said, looking around to see people screaming or talking to nothing. “Grab a bottle of water, one that hasn’t been opened, and meet me next to the pool. Stiles is really drunk and we need him to figure this out-"

“Wait, where have you been this whole time?” Scott questioned.

“I-..” Your voice trailed off, not exactly knowing what to say without him catching on to the fact that you were lying. “Can we talk about this after we sober Stiles up?”

He nodded reluctantly before he watched you walk away. He knew something was off with you but decided against asking again and opted to simply do as told.

“Shit,” You breathed as you watched your boyfriend puke on some innocent bystander’s shoes. You quickly stepped up and apologized to him, earning a dirty glare before you crouched down next to your boyfriend. “Sti, we need to sober you up. Something’s going on. You listening?”

You gently grabbed his face between your hands before he groaned and swatted away your hands.

“Don’t touch my face. I have a girlfriend,” He frowned, keeping his eyes closed.

“I am your girlfriend,” You chuckled.

“Oh my god, Y/N! I’ve been looking for you!” He slurred as his eyes lit up, grabbing your face in his hands and squishing your face. He giggled. “Your mouth made a funny noise when I squeezed it.”

“You were looking for me? I thought I told you to stay put,” You smiled, pulling your face out of his tight grip. He closed his eyes and leaned against the column behind him again.

“Mm, I didn’t get up. I just looked for you with my eyes because I was worried,” He shrugged before looking at you again. “You know, I probably wouldn’t even be talking to you if I wasn’t drunk right now.”

“Yeah, I know,” You sighed before you caught a whiff of the alcohol on his breath. “Jesus, how much did you have?”

“I don’t know. A lot. Ooh! Another drink!” He smiled, grabbing a nearby glass of punch and bringing it up to his lips. You scoffed, grabbing the drink in his hand and tossing it in the pool. “Hey!”

“I’m trying to help you sober up,” You hated seeing him like this.

“You wanna help me? Leave me alone. I’m grieving,” He slurred. You rolled your eyes again. “Don’t roll your eyes. You know exactly why I’m drinking.”

“I swear to god, Stiles, if you say I’m the reason-“

“Not you!” He corrected before looking down at his hands. “No, never you. Losing you.”

Your heart sunk at his drunken words, not knowing exactly how to respond to the sad boy before you.

“… You haven’t lost me yet,” You said after a moment.

“Yet,” He muttered. "I hate that word."

“I didn't mean it like that it's just.. Look, I really can’t have this conversation with you. Not right now. Not after the night I've had and certainly not when you're drunk,” You pursed your lips, trying to hold back tears. His brows furrowed as you stood up. "Scott's on his way with a bottle of water."

"The night you've had?" He asked as you began to walk away. "Wait, Y/N, what happened?"

"Where are you going?" Scott asked as you bumped into him, noticing the tears on your cheeks. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, I'm fucking fantastic!" You laughed through a sob, wiping at your tears and looking back at your drunk boyfriend. "Can you please sober him up? I need recollect myself in the bathroom."

"Yeah," He nodded with a worried look. "Give me a call if you need anything, okay?"

You nodded before rushing inside. He looked over at Stiles before marching over to him. "Scott, is Y/N-"

Before he got the chance to finish his sentence, he felt his head get submerged into the pool beside him before Scott pulled him back out. "Dude, what the fuck did you do that for?!"

"Mostly to sober you up," Scott explained.

"Like I might revisit my policy on not hitting a werewolf," Stiles grumbled, wiping off his face. "Hang on, what do you mean mostly to sober me up?"

"Partly for making Y/N cry. When I said you need to either talk or breakup, I didn't mean tonight, asshole."

"We didn't-... Wait, she's crying?" He paused, looking up at his best friend with wide eyes. Scott hesitantly nodded before Stiles shot to his feet. "Fuck. I need to talk to her."

"No, you need to give her some space, dude," Scott grabbed his shoulders to regain his attention. "She'll come find us when she's ready. Let's find out what's going on first, alright?"

"Yeah, okay," Stiles agreed, eyes still locked on you as you walked back into the house.

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"Hey, you good?" Scott asked as he approached you.

"Yeah, stressful night," You sighed.

"I can't find her," Stiles said as he walked up to you and Scott.

"Who?" You asked.

"Allison. She was here and then she wasn't," Scott furrowed his brows, catching the way your face fell. She must've found out about her mother. "Wait, do you know something we don't?"

"No," You shook your head. Both of the boys in front of you tilted their heads as if to say Oh, please. Did you actually expect us to believe that? "Also, it's the drinks. I just took a peek into the punch and found this."

"Wolfsbane.." Stiles muttered, taking the purple flower out of your hand. "But why-"

"I CAN'T SWIM!" Someone screamed, earning everyone's attention. "NO NO NO NO! STOP! I CAN'T SWIM! I CAN'T SW-"

The three of you watched as a group of lacrosse players threw Matt into the pool. He gurgled and screaming, failing to keep his head above water for more than a second at a time before Jackson ran up to the pool and pulled him out. The two stood in front of the pool, looking back at your pack.

"No fucking way.." You muttered under your breath.

"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!" Matt shouted shortly before marching off. Stiles subconsciously grabbed your waist, pulling you closer as the duo walked past you.

"COPS ARE HERE!" Someone shouted, causing the party to erupt into chaos. "RUN!"

Before you knew it, the crowd managed to separate you from the rest of the pack as they all but carried you out to the front yard. You caught glimpse of the police lights that approached as people ran past you to their vehicles. You looked around, trying to see if you could find Scott, Allison, or anyone.

"Y/N," Stiles breathed, grabbing your arm. "What are you doing? We need to go."

"What do you mean? You're drunk, you can't drive," You furrowed your brows.

"I'm fine. Come on," He argued. "Scott will meet us at the Jeep."

You followed him to the Jeep, stopping as he opened the door for you. You smiled and looked up at him. "Give me the keys."

"Oh, come on! Scott dunked my head into the pool. I'm completely sober," He deadpanned. You put your hand out, waiting for him to give you the keys. "Oh my god, fine. Here. She grinds-"

"In second, I know," You smiled as he plopped the keys into your hands. He shot you a small smile back, walking over with you to open the driver's door for you before jogging back to the passenger's side of the car. He hopped in, fumbling with the radio because he couldn't stand the awkward silence. You looked at him, not being able to hold in your curiosity any longer. "Where are we, Sti?"

"Lydia's house," He responded matter-of-factly.

"You know what I mean," You rolled your eyes. He paused before leaning back into his seat and sighing.

"I don't know," He admitted, finally looking over at you. "I'm not even mad at you anymore. I probably would've done the same it's just... I don't know."

Except he did know. He didn't know how to lose you. He'd rather do it on his own terms, but even then, he'd still be forced to watch the girl he loved more than anything go through the same thing his mother did. He'd have to watch the love and adoration slowly fade from your eyes when you looked at him. He'd have to witness your beautiful mind slowly eat itself until there was nothing but black rot in your skull. Truth be told, he didn't know how to handle this situation. He knew you needed him. He wanted more than anything to be that person for you. But part of him felt that you'd be better off nursing one broken heart instead of two. He truly thought he'd only burden you with another person to constantly reassure or calm down. You had enough to deal with. The last thing you needed was a boyfriend who would only look at you in fear and sadness.

"Where do you wanna be?" You worked up the courage to ask. He stayed silent for a moment.

"I don't know that yet either."

You nodded slowly, taking in his words as Scott climbed into the Jeep. The ride back to your and Scott's neighborhood was filled only with Scott's voice explaining everything he saw after the party, as well as his theories. Luckily, it was a short drive. You hopped out of the Jeep as soon as you put it into park.

"Y/N, can we just talk this through?" Stiles asked as he jogged up next to you. "Look, I don't know what would be best. Honestly, I don't know what would help you more. So talk to me. Tell me what to do or what to think because-"

"Not tonight, Stiles," You looked up at him, giving him a halfhearted smile. "I know this conversation needs to be had. But you and I both know that if we have it, there's a very real possibility that it might mean we're done. And I just don't know if I can handle that tonight, okay? Who knows, though? Maybe I'll go crazy tonight and it'll take breaking up with me off of your hands."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Stiles scoffed, not quite believing what just came out of your mouth. "Take it off of my hands? Y/N, you know that's the last thing I wanna do, right?"

"No, actually I don't. And I'm not too sure if you know it either," You shrugged. "You've been leaving me in radio silence because I went against your fucking orders to save our best friend. And instead of stepping up to the plate, you decided to ignore me when I needed you the most!"

"My orders?! I left you in radio silence because I was trying to cope with the fact that I might lose you!" He shouted. "Not because I want to break up. I fucking love you, you idiot! I wanna work this out!"

"Then stop ignoring me and fucking act like it!" You cried. You both stood in silence, looking at one another with an angry passion, breathing heavily from your heated exchange. He stepped forward, grabbed your waist and pulled your body against his.

"You want me to act like it?" He spoke in a low, raspy voice. "Fine. I'll fucking act like it."

Before you knew it, his lips were on yours as you struggled to open your front door with your keys. His cold hands touched your warm back as you burst through your living room; Stiles kicked the door closed with his foot without parting from you. After taking only a moment's break to climb upstairs, his lips were back on your own as you toyed with the hem of his shirt.

He got the hint, discarding it before you turned around, moving your hair out of the way and saying, "Unzip me."

He did as told, taking his time and watching you squirm impatiently. Once the dress dropped to your feet, you pulled him to you by his belt loops before wrapping your arms around his neck and guiding him to your bed. He pushed you onto the bed, rolling his hips into yours as he went down with you.

"Are you.. sure?" He asked between kisses.

"Mhm," You hummed before he pulled away and looked into your eyes.

"Use your words," He ordered, looking at your lips.

"I want you to fuck me," You said, looking at his own swollen lips. "Please."

"Well, when you say it like that," He smirked as he leaned down to kiss you again, leaving sloppy kissed down your chin and on your neck.

Well, you thought, this is one way of solving an argument.

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