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Hi, all!! So after the release of the last two episodes, I decided to reroute the direction of this story. I deleted what I had written (shout out to the brilliant @mitchloveswriting for all of her help and for holding my hand through the last through episodes) and decided to start episode 3 from scratch. That being said, Episode 3 will be released July 11th, and we will resume to our MFW schedule.

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GUYYYYSSAS ITS TAKDN ME ALL DAY TO GET TO THIS AND ITS ALWAYS WORTH IT ILYILY 💘

Chapter 4

S2 Episode Four

SUMMARY: Stiles witnesses a new attack firsthand. The pack tries to get a hold of the bestiary. Y/N and Scott continue the dating charade and finally find out what the hell the new monster is.

WORD COUNT: 7719 *gasps and clutches pearls*

TW: cursing, arguing i feel like i need to stop posting a tw bc these mfs stay cursing and arguing

“They’re coming back, so we don’t have much time to talk,” Deaton explained before checking Scott’s wound, only to see a healthy scar beginning to disappear. “Delvoux blood. Powerful stuff, huh?”

“How do you know all of this?” Scott questioned as you stepped back towards Stiles, his hand instantly made his way to the small of your back. “Actually how do you know anything?”

“It’s a long story,” He replied. “What I can tell you is that I know about your kind. Your kind, I can help. Y/N, I can only tell you what I know. The rest is up to you. But this?”

He motioned over his shoulder.

“This is something different.”

“Do you know what did it?” You asked, desperately wanting to ask more questions about his previous comment but refraining due to the urgency of the situation.

“No. But the Argents will. And this is the crucial part,” Deaton looked back at Scott, speaking urgently. “They’ll have some kind of record or book. Little have descriptions, history, notations of all the things they’ve discovered.”

“All the things?” Stiles whined. “How many different things are there?”

“They’re here,” Scott breathed. You both looked over at him with wide eyes before you all opted to run into the dark hallway that led towards the kennels. Scott made sure to stand the closest to the door in an effort to protect his best friends. His eyes looked over at you before slowly putting his index finger to his lips. You nodded.

“I’m starting to think I need to buy a more prominent close sign,” Deaton spoke, warning you all of their presence. Stiles noticed the fear in your eyes and took your hand in his reassuringly.

You all listened into the tense conversation; the creature had easily cut through bone and organs with a single swipe. It was evident that it was no longer just werewolves and hunters you needed to fear; this was an entirely new beast. Something faster, stronger, and more dangerous. It didn’t seek to eat prey like the usual natural predators; it’s only purpose was to kill.

After they left, Deaton told you all to go home. He didn’t want you to stay too long with this killer on the loose. You all crawled back into your car and made your way to the Beacon Hills car shop. You all spoke of the night before deciding to put a pin in the conversation so that you could all gather your thoughts and brainstorm ideas.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to come with you?” You furrowed your brows.

“Yeah, I’m sure. It's gonna take about an hour anyway. You need to get the car back to your dad. I don’t want you to piss him off,” Stiles smiled. You sighed. “I’ll be fine. Get outta here!”

“Okay! Okay!” You laughed as he reached over to kiss your cheek before making his exit. Scott was quick to take the front seat. “God, I can’t wait to have my own car.”

“Join the club,” He chuckled before you drove away. You had intended on driving him back to his car but you took off into one of your usual conversations, stopping to sing along to one of your dad’s infamous burned CDs. You pulled into the school parking lot and parked next to Melissa’s car, only to spend the next hour and a half chatting and giggling. Once the much needed, lighthearted conversation came to a lull, you both decided to talk about the night’s events again for the next twenty minutes.

“I think it should be pretty easy to convince Allison to help us get that journal,” Scott shrugged, readjusting in his seat before sighing. “I’m actually still a little bummed that she canceled on me tonight. I was really looking forward to seeing her tonight.”

“Oh, I’m sure you were,” You rolled your eyes, making him laugh. “Hey, at least you got to spend time with your best friend!”

“Yeah, except he had to go to the shop,” Scott smirked. Your jaw dropped as you playfully punched his arm.

“Asshole!” You laughed.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” He giggled. “This has actually been really nice.“

The sound of your distinct ringtone went off, reminding you that it had been well over an hour since you’ve heard from your boyfriend. You looked down and saw his caller ID.

“Hold that thought,” You smiled before answering. “Hello?”

“Y/N. Could you come pick me up?” Stiles’ voice sounded frantic.

“Yeah. What’s wrong?” You sat up, gaining Scott’s full attention. The car fell to silence, only the sound of the faint rainfall and phone call protruded through it.

“I saw the monster,” His voice was shaky. “I have no clue how it did it but it paralyzed me somehow.”

“Oh my god. Are you okay?” You felt your heart sink.

“Yeah, I am but..” He trailed off. Just from the way he spoke, you knew he saw the monster claim its latest victim. He sighed. “Can you, uh.. could you come pick me up?“

“We’re on the way,” You responded. Scott buckled in again as you sped back towards Tucker’s garage. It didn’t take very long to arrive seeing as you frantically sped down the streets of Beacon Hills. You were greeted with a line up of cop cars and ambulances. “What the hell..?”

Scott looked over to catch Stiles walk towards the car before taking a seat in the back of your father’s car. You both turned to him, hearing his shaky breaths. The rain had now picked up. He was soaked.

“I saw it. I had temporary paralysis too but it didn’t come anywhere near me. I think it was from skin contact to its venom,” He began, looking at his hands. He went on to explain everything he saw and experienced that night; the reptilian beast, the way it crushed Tucker, the way it just ran away after seeing him. “Deaton was right. It's not like you. I mean, its eyes were almost, like... reptilian. But there was something about them.”

“What do you mean?” Scott asked.

“You know when you see, like, a friend in a Halloween mask, but all you can see are their eyes? And you feel like you know 'em, but you just can't figure out who it is?” Stiles finally looked up, careful to avoid your gaze. Your soft, caring, ever-loving gaze; it would cripple him emotionally after witnessing the horrendous death of a man. You didn’t take it to heart, you knew him well enough to realize that he was trying his hardest to push off the impending panic attack.

“Are you saying you know who it is?” Scott furrowed his brow.

“No,” Stiles shook his head, looking back down for a second. “But I think it knew me.”

———

You dropped Scott off at the school once again before driving back to your place. The second he hopped in front, you didn’t pressure him to talk. You simply took his hand in yours and asked, “Your place or mine?”

“Can we drop by my house so I can pick up some clothes? I can’t drive us to school tomorrow because they’re impounding my Jeep,” Stiles’ eyes wandered to your delicate hand in his own, rubbing at the back of it with his thumb.

“I almost forgot about that. Yeah, for sure,” You nodded, making a quick stop at his house and quickly returning to your father’s apartment. You explained enough of the night’s events to your dad. He wasn’t angry and even agreed to letting Stiles stay the night again. You warmed up leftovers and ate in a comfortable silence before going to bed.

Stiles finally opened up about the night; not just the events but how they made him feel. The task that had been impossible in the past was effortless when he had you in his arms. Being vulnerable around you was second nature now, especially when you rubbed his chest the way you were in that moment.

You fell asleep before him, and with that, so did his racing mind. His thoughts slowly came to a stop the more he talked to you, but nothing calmed him down more than when he heard the familiar sounds of your drowsy breathing. He rested easy with your arm wrapped lazily around his torso as you slept peacefully beside him.

———

“I'm so sorry about the other day. I'm trying. We'll get through this. Uh, I know, because I love you. I love you more than-“ Stiles cut himself off at the sound of your giggles, looking away from Scott before groaning. “Oh, my God, I can't. You and Allison just have to find a better way to communicate.”

“Come on, you guys are the only ones that we can trust!” Scott pleased before shifting his attention to you. “Is she coming to the game tonight?”

“Mhm. She said she wouldn’t miss it for the world,” You smiled. “But we really need to get that journal. I’d offer to go talk to her but I have class in a couple minutes.”

“I think Deaton meant to call it a Bestiary,” Stiles replied.

“What?” Scott asked.

“A Bestiary.”

“I think you mean bestiality,” Scott giggled.

“No, dumbass. It's like an encyclopedia of mythical creatures,” You chuckled.

“How am I the only one who doesn't know anything about this stuff?”

“Okay, you're our best friend, you're a creature of the night... It's kind of, like, a priority of ours,” Stiles explained.

“Okay. If we can find it, it can tell us what this thing is-“ Scott began.

“And who,” You chimed in.

“...We need that book!” The boys shouted simultaneously.

“Keep me updated?” You stood up, gathering your book and binder into your arms. “I really need to get to class.”

———

“She thought it was bestiality too?!” You threw your head back in laughter as you drove Stiles to the Lacrosse field for the game. “I do not want to know what’s going on in their heads.”

“That’s exactly what I said!” He grinned. “Thanks for the ride. I gotta go warm up! I love you!”

“I love you too,” You giggled, getting out of the car. The stadium was already filling up with eager lacrosse fans.

Your eyes panned over the crowd, seeing Allison sitting with her grandfather and making a mental note to steer clear until she gave you the signal for when she got a hold of the keys. You opted to take a seat next to Melissa, hugging her as you greeted her.

“Hi, sweetheart!” She grinned, holding you tightly before scooting over and patting the seat next to her. “I was saving you a seat.”

“Thank you!” You smiled, happily plopping down next to her.

“I find it so odd that you want to sit next to me instead of your friends,” She laughed.

“We’ve been lacrosse buddies since middle school! I’m not about to give up that title just because I made new friends this year,” You shrugged. “Plus, you’re cooler than they are.”

“You mind telling Scott that?” Melissa joked, making you chuckle. “Oh! It’s starting!”

You watched as the boy nicknamed The Abomination plowed through a good percentage of the team, leaving Coach no choice but to play the kids he would otherwise never give a chance. You looked over at Allison to see her holding out three fingers as the keys dangled from her hand. The signal.

“I’ll be right back,” You excused yourself.

“Okay, sweetie,” Melissa smiled. “I’m gonna go get some popcorn.”

You both got up and walked your separate ways. You made your way to Allison, reaching for the keys, only to see Stiles’ hand beat you to it. He looked back and smirked as you jogged to catch up to him, making his way to the school.

“Hey! That was my job,” You giggled.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t stand to watch that Hulk of a man break another set of legs,” He shivered.

“Jesus, that guy is OP as fuck,” You huffed. “You think he’s a werewolf?”

“No, Scott would’ve noticed by now I think,” He shook his head.

“Oh, so he’s on steroids,” You smiled at the ground as you stepped onto the sidewalk.

“Oh yeah. Man's roided up,” He chuckled. “Man, I really thought it was him too. I don’t think this is gonna be as easy as we thought it was.”

“What? Who said this was gonna be easy?” You laughed.

“Scott,” Stiles paused as you raised your brows. “Okay, yeah. That’s on me for believing him. He’s a dumbass.”

“Such a dumbass. But he’s our dumbass,” You commented, making him chuckle.

You continued to talk for a few more minutes before you heard sobbing coming from a familiar car. “Oh my god. Is that Lydia?”

“Fuck,” You breathed. “I should probably go talk to her. You good going in by yourself?”

“Yeah, it should be easy enough. Go check up on her, I got this covered,” He smiled, giving you a quick kiss before jogging into the building. You drew in a breath, still a little bitter about the way she treated you the other night. Regardless, you swallowed your pride and walked up to her car.

“Hey, Lydia,” You said softly, making her jump. “It’s just me. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” She wiped her tears. “It’s okay if you don’t wanna talk. I’ve been such a bitch to you lately.”

“Yeah, maybe a little,” You smiled, making her chuckle through the tears. “But you’re still my friend. Can I hop in?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it… but, uh.. I could use some company,” She said as you settled into her passenger’s seat.

“Okay,” You nodded, placing a reassuring hand on her back. Lydia cried for a few more minutes as you gently rubbed up and down her back. Once she collected herself again, she apologized for her behavior at the rink. You smiled, hearing the sincerity in her voice alone was enough to forgive her. You spent the next half an hour trying to cheer her up by talking about anything that came to mind. You even began making her laugh towards the end.

“I really appreciate you, Y/N. This year has been…” She drew in a breath before continuing. “Rough, to say the least. You and Allison were the only good things that came out of it. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Just for being you. Thank you,” She reached forward for a hug you gladly accepted. “But I’m really tired from the crying. I think I’m gonna call it a night.”

“Okay, drive safe. Call me if you need someone to talk to,” You smiled before getting out of the car. You looked at your phone to see if Stiles had texted.

7:32 PM Stiles: THIS JOURNAL IS SO HARD TO FIND FOR WHAT

7:40 PM Stiles: oh, hope she’s okay lol

7:43 PM Stiles: i’m like 90% sure it’s not in here but i’ll keep looking :/

You chuckled at his messages, looking at the building to see the principal’s office lit up. You walked towards the entrance, only the sound of your feet to keep you company. The path was darker than usual, it seemed like a few light posts had gone out recently. You felt a funny feeling arise in your chest before you noticed a second pair of footsteps behind you. They were much too heavy and calculated to belong to your boyfriend.

You turned around and held out a defensive hand, ready to use any type of magic to ward off the potential threat. You watched Isaac gasp and flinch.

“Jesus! Be careful with that thing!” He breathed. “I’m not here to hurt you.”

“That’s hard to believe,” You scoffed, refusing to put your hand down. You wanted to make your hand ooze with black smoke to intimidate him but knew you’d probably end up hurting him on accident. You hadn’t gotten around to training your powers so they were incredibly unpredictable. Seeing as he hadn’t tried anything, that option seemed a little premature. “What do you want?”

“I’d like for you to put your hand down,” He chuckled. You didn’t cave in. “Or not. That’s fine. Look, I just wanted to apologize for the other day.”

“I don’t need to hear your heartbeat to know that’s a hot load of shit, Lahey,” You rolled your eyes, putting your hand down cautiously.

“I’m not,” He began. “I really do feel bad-“

“Feel bad for trying to beat up my best friend or siding with the bad guy?”

“Uh, both?”

“I have somewhere to be,” You spoke with annoyance.

“I’m serious, you know,” He called as you turned around. “Just know my intentions are never to hurt you.. or your friends. I’m following my alpha’s lead but I draw the line with you.”

“Because of my blood?” You narrowed your eyes.

“Not exactly. Remember that night when I first turned and you did that thing with your eyes to stop me from killing Stiles?” He looked around, stepping closer as he lowered his voice. “I don’t know what type of witchy bullshit that was but I literally can’t bring myself to hurt you. And I’ve tried. But it’s like I get paralyzed. And I can’t get you out of my mind. I’m constantly thinking of you to the point that it has been getting in the way of my training. I think you made some sort of bond that night.”

“Did Derek tell you to say that?” You scoffed, making his face drop.

“What? No,” He was offended. “He’d probably kill me if he knew I was telling you this.”

“I don’t believe you,” You shrugged. He paused, narrowing his eyes with an amused smile plastered on his face.

“Your heart skipped a beat,” He leaned against the stairway’s railing.

“Look, I’m sure I left some sort of impression but a bond would require us both to feel that way. And I don’t. But even if I do believe you, what do you expect me to do about it?” You snapped. “Did my heart skip a beat that time?”

“You’re pretty when you’re mad.”

“Wanna see how pretty I look when I send you flying into the parking lot?” You smiled sarcastically, making him quickly glance at your hand to make sure you weren’t acting on your threat. You smirked, almost feeling guilty at how much satisfaction his fear gave you.

You felt the familiar sinking feeling in your stomach pull your gaze towards stands before a panicked roar on the field erupted. You felt a magnetic pull towards Scott.

“You better go check on him,” He looked over at the field. “That didn’t sound too good.”

You quickly jogged back around the stands and to the field only to be greeted by a crowd that was making its way towards a wounded player on the ground. You quickly ran around them and saw Scott sprawled out with his right heel practically touching his right elbow. You darted up next to him and Allison, sliding a bit on your knees as you beat the crowd to him.

“Oh my god, your leg!” Your heart clenched empathetically.

“Pull me up,” Scott breathed as the crowd began gathering round.

“But-“

“Y/N. Pull me up please!” He pleaded urgently. You extended your hand as he rose up from the ground before wrapping an arm around you for stability.

“Don’t move!” Coach ordered.

“Scott!” His mother called.

“It’s okay! It’s okay!” He chuckled. “I’m fine! I’m fine.”

“I could’ve sworn I literally hear bone breaking from where I sat,” Melissa breathed.

“Heard it? I felt it,” Coach added.

“Guys, seriously, I’m fine.”

“We should go,” Allison walked up to her grandfather.

“Hold on,” Gerard paused as the crowd dispersed. “I wanna ask him one more thing.”

You stuck around to hear Gerard invite you both to dinner, not taking any excuses as an answer. You were about to protest one last time before Scott agreed. You shot him a glare. “We’ll be there!”

“Ah! That’s what I like to hear!” The old man grinned, walking away as he called out again. “We’ll meet you there after the game.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You hissed after he was gone, taking his hand off of your shoulder. “We?! We’ll be there? No. No, no, no. I’m not going with you!”

“Y/N, please? I-“

“No, Scott!” You shouted, earning a few glares from the players who walked back on the field. You rolled your eyes and guided Scott back toward the sideline as the game started up again. “I’m tired of playing along with this stupid fucking charade! You saw the way Stiles reacted last time! No way.”

“Just this once!” Scott begged. “I mean.. This will be the last time! I swear to God. I’ll tell Stiles about everything, okay? I’ll send him a text right now. He can’t get mad if this stupid fucking charade saves my life! Not to mention, there won’t be any hiding or lying! Please!”

“Scott,” You groaned.

“Please. Please. Ple-“

“OKAY FINE!” You exclaimed. “Oh my god. Are you twelve? You fucking owe me big time! Call him and explain right now. And if he’s not cool with it, you’re on your own, got it?”

“Okay! Okay! I will! Thank you!”

You smiled and flipped the bird before taking your seat next to Melissa once again. You both chatted as Scott grinned and shot you a thumbs up, running back into the last couple minutes of the game.

8:14 PM Stiles: i’m gonna kill him. those cold-blooded murder documentaries you watch will make a whole ass episode dedicated to me

8:15 PM Y/N: dedicated to us*

8:15 PM Stiles: THIS. this is why i love you

8:16 PM Stiles: btw can’t find the journal. i’m gonna try to look around the secretary’s office now. i’ll call if i need you

You smiled and turned off your phone to watch the rest of the game.

———

“Oh, good! You’re back. Dinner’s almost ready,” Mrs Argent called from the kitchen as the four of you wandered into her home.

“How was the game?”

“Why don’t you ask the star player?” Gerard smiled. The couple’s gazes shifted disapprovingly to your best friend.

“Hi,” He pursed his lips.

The dinner was eaten in awkward silence. Small chat was attempted by Gerard to no avail. You kept your eyes low, smiling from time to time as you looked around.

“Alright,” Gerard wiped his hands off with a baby blue napkin. “Why is everyone so quiet? Is it that uncomfortable that they dated?”

You almost choked on the green bean you swallowed at the way her parents looked at Scott.

“Did you ask them if they’d be uncomfortable?” Chris questioned.

“Okay, I know it’s been a few centuries since I was a teenager, but even back then, we dated and broke up all the time!” His father smiled.

“We’re fine. Besides, they’re dating now,” Allison smiled. “Right, Scott?”

It took every ounce of you to hold back an eye roll when you saw the look of utter admiration on Scott’s face when he responded; he couldn’t help but to look at Allison as if she’d hung the stars. “Yup.”

“You two are dating?” Mrs Argent questioned. You smiled and nodded. “You will never cease to amaze me with the women you manage to pull.”

“That’s exactly what my mom said too,” Scott chuckled, choosing to ignore the obvious insult.

“Oh, I see,” Gerald sighed. “Y/N’s the reason you broke up.”

“No!” You all tried to speak at the same time, pausing when you realized how quick the unanimous response was.

“No, uh..” Scott wiped his mouth before continuing. “Things just got.. complicated between me and Allison. We broke up way before we got together. I only caught feelings for Y/N when we were both nursing each other’s broken hearts from our previously failed relationships. Our families are really close so they always said it was only a matter of time.”

That was oddly convincing, you thought, impressed at the effortless fib.

“Plus, Allison broke up with me,” He finished. You choked down a laugh at the way Allison’s mouth dropped open.

“No offense, Scott,” Chris spoke up with a forced smile. “But I think maybe Allison felt the two of you were just growing apart.”

“As if the father’s opinion isn’t biased,” Gerard interjected. “How do you know they weren’t as passionate as Romeo and Juliet?”

Your lips parted at his rude comment. Even as his fake girlfriend, that fucking hurt! Why would he even say that in front of his (fake) girlfriend?

“Well, Romeo and Juliet commuted ritual suicide,” You deadpanned, earning a smile from Chris.

“Exactly. They could’ve used a little less passion,” He agreed.

“Can we please talk about something else?” Allison blushed.

“Brilliant idea,” Her mother muttered.

“Scott,” Chris instructed. “How about you help me grab dessert from the kitchen?”

You turned to him with wide eyes as he got up, knowing that couldn’t be good. The two walked out of the room and disappeared behind the door, leaving the four of you alone. You smiled up at Allison, desperately trying to change the mood. “So, uh, how’d you do on the Econ exam?”

“A, you?” She mirrored your expression.

“Same,” You giggled.

“Smart girl,” Gerard chuckled. “Victoria, did you know Y/N is well on her way to becoming the valedictorian in their grade?”

“No, I actually didn't,” She replied. “There’s a lot of new things I’m learning about her tonight.”

“She also knows French!”

“Oh?”

“Uh, yeah,” You laughed uncomfortably at the spotlight, not quite knowing how he knew that about you. “My dad taught it to me growing up. He worked internationally in France and Canada so I also picked it up when we traveled.“

“French!” Gerard grinned. “Our family comes from France!”

“Mine too,” You smiled and decided to compliment Mrs Argent on the meal. “Mes compliments au chef. C’est magnifique.”

“Merci beaucoup,” She thanked you with a smile as the men returned with the dessert. The table fell to silence once again.

“Do you mind if we’re excused?” Allison asked. “There’s actually some notes from English I need to go over with these two.”

“Mhm,” Gerard responded sweetly before the three of you got up and followed Allison up to her grandfather’s room. You all looked around quietly for the leather bound journal for a few seconds before Allison pulled back a jacked from a piece of furniture only to reveal a safe.

“There goes that plan,” She frowned.

“Wait..” You furrowed your brow. “Scott, people use stethoscopes to crack the code on those things all the time. What if you-“

“Already on it,” He grinned, he kneeled down beside the safe and pressed his ear up to it as he fumbled with the knob, opening it only seconds after.

“Do you wanna hit a few banks later?” Allison asked, making you all chuckle. Scott grabbed the leather journal, seeing only old recipes written on the pages. “Oh my god. It’s a cookbook.”

He placed it back in the safe before your phone buzzed. You grabbed it to see Stiles calling.

“Y/N, no,” Scott ordered. “Shut it off. We can’t-“

“Hey, I’m a little busy,” You answered regardless. “Can I-“

“Y/N!” His voice echoed as the sound of water splashing filled the background. “That lizard thing is here and I’m trapped with Derek at the school’s pool. I need your help! Bring Scott!” He said breathless and with urgency.

“Okay, okay, we’re on the way!” You looked at Scott before the phone call ended. “We need to go.”

“What? What about the book?” Allison asked with concern.

“We’ll figure it out later,” Scott kissed her. “Stiles needs our help.”

You all ran downstairs to bid her family a polite farewell before you hopped back in Scott’s mom’s car and took off. You arrived in a matter of minutes, running straight in.

“WAIT!” Scott ran up in front of you. “Stay behind me. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Okay. Go! Go!” You turned him by his shoulder before you both took off running again, whipping corners and descending from stair cases similarly to when Peter kept you all hostage in the school for a night. Scott burst through the doors to reveal two very tired men in the pool. You saw Stiles reach for the diving post in an effort to stop swimming before he and Derek sank into the water. Scott growled, shifting into his werewolf self, and pulled them out.

“Oh my god, are you alive?” You breathed out as you cupped his cheeks in your hands. He breathed heavily but nodded. “Derek, you alright?”

As you spoke you saw a figure on all four approach at an ungodly speed. You looked up in fear, holding your hands up and closing your eyes. You didn’t even think to use magic, but it seemed to come naturally when you were angry or afraid. It still controlled you. You felt the familiar black smoke surround your hands but were too afraid to open your eyes to reveal what you’d done.

“Oh my god,” Stiles muttered. “How the hell are you doing that?”

You finally opened your eyes to see the creature jump over a sort of translucent black mist surrounding the three of you, instead it went for Scott. You couldn’t tell if it was some sort of force field or if provided you al with invisibility. Maybe it was something else entirely. To be frank, you couldn’t care less. Because whatever you just did, it was working.

“I don’t know,” You shook your head, looking over in time to see Scott fly into a mirror. “But stay inside of it.”

“What do you mean? No, don’t go out there!” He shouted.

“I’m getting really tired of playing good girl and listening to everyone’s damn orders today,” You murmured as you stepped foot outside of the mist. “HEY!”

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?” Scott cried as the lizard looked over at you before approaching. You held out your hands, feeling them kick you back as you sent a force flying into the creature, sending it flying with bone shattering force to the opposite wall. It quickly got back to its feet and shot you a look of utter anger before charging once again.

You felt a bigger kickback when you sent another force out of your hands, sending it flying back for a second time. It landed with a thud, grunting a little before hesitantly getting back up.

It quickly snapped out of its fear. With a look of death, it ran at you with its full speed, almost not giving you enough time to prepare. Almost. You screamed, feeling the same black mist that surrounded Stiles and Derek begin to appear on your hands. This time it was darker than ever, hiding your hands completely in its smoke. You sent as much force into it as you could. It flew back and fell into the ground. Silence followed when the creature didn’t so much as twitch.

“What the fuck, Y/N!?” Scott shouted with anger from his wall. “We aren’t fucking killers. Why’d you do that?!”

“It’s not dead!” You argued.

“It looks pretty dead to me,” Stiles grumbled as the black mist around him dispersed.

“You need to get in control of your fucking powers. Don’t let them control you! You caved into your urge to kill tonight-“

“I don’t have an urge to kill!” You argued. “I’m not like you!”

“You’re right. Because I can actually control it,” He contended. Your lips parted in disbelief.

“Guys, maybe we should just-“ Stiles began.

“I recognized that look, Y/N. I was the same way!”

“I didn’t mean to fucking kill it, Scott!” You shouted. “I just wanted to stun it so we can get the fuck out of here. We’re wasting time! So let’s go!”

“There’s a teenager in there that you might’ve just murdered and you want to leave?!” He was persistent. He wanted to have one of your infamous arguments. At times, the two of you were capable of arguments that only siblings could bounce back from. Good thing you were bonded. “Own up to your actions!”

“I DIDN’T KILL IT!” You snapped. “Look, Scott! It’s breathing. And you should be thanking me because you didn’t exactly have that fight under control.”

“Guys?” Stiles’ spoke cautiously. “The monster-“

“Yes, I did!”

“No, you didn’t!” You spoke to him in a condescending tone. “I had it under control. And for that matter, I fucking saved you!”

“Hey! Hello?! Guys!” Your boyfriend raised his voice to no avail. “It’s g-“

“At what cost?!” Scott pointed over to where the monster laid, only to see it was gone. “Where’d it go?”

Your heart dropped at the sight. You walked back towards Scott out of habit as you both looked around. He picked up a shard of the broken mirror as a defense.

Suddenly, the monster jumped from high ground and appeared beside Scott, hissing before it walked at an eerily slow pace. Whatever it’s next move was, it was calculated. Scott held out the mirror and snarled.

The monster took a glance and tilted its head. It seemed to be entranced at the sight. You both furrowed your brows in confusion before it jumped on the wall beside you and climbed out of the room, breaking the glass ceiling on its way.

“Now who saved who?” He said smugly.

“Can we just drop it? It’s alive, alright? The argument is over,” Stiles sighed.

“The argument’s not about the fact it’s alive. It’s about how she almost killed an innocent person.”

“Innocent? Oh my god!” You scoffed. “I’m so tired of talking about this!”

“Then stop talking and listen!”

“All I’ve been doing is listening to you! The fake relationship, the dinner with the Argents- Scott, I basically obey your every command! Even when I know for a fact that you’re wrong!” You paused, seeing his face fall slightly. You breathed heavily from the force exerted, both from the yelling and the magic. “You know what? Never mind. I’m done with this conversation.”

You turned on your heels and marched out of the auditorium, making your way to his car. You barely held it together as you walked out of the building, feeling you vision blur as you looked at the empty parking lot. You wiped at the stray tears on your cheeks and tried to collect yourself before the whole group walked out.

You’d stuck through thick and thin with Scott. You defended him since you were children. You were his shoulder to cry on, his rock. You helped him master his new powers and never doubted his morals or his heart. Out of all people, you’d assumed that he would be the one to understand what it feels like to be controlled by supernatural abilities and the process of learning how to control them. He was doubting your morality simply because it didn’t align with his own. He was doubting you as a person, a friend, simply because you almost killed a beast that has claimed numerous victims and would continue to do so unless it was put down.

Yet, you didn’t know how to feel; betrayed because of his lack of confidence in you, or afraid. He was normally the last person to question your motives. Could he be right? Were your thoughts, your conscious, being corrupt by the black magic?

“Hey, you okay?” Stiles' voice interrupted your thoughts. You turned around, making his soft smile fade at the sight of your tears. “Oh, Y/N..”

He reached out for you, pulling you into an embrace. His hands gently rubbed your back as you heard your faint sniffles against the crook of his neck. “Sorry it took me so long to come out here. I had to yell at him for a couple of minutes for being such a dick to you.”

“Really?” You chuckled, making him smile.

“Yeah, my voice actually feels a little hoarse now,” He cleared his throat as you giggled and pulled away slightly to look him in the eye. “And I normally don’t really get involved in your arguments but that was so out of pocket.”

“Agreed,” You smiled as he wiped the last of your tears. “Thanks for always standing up for me.”

“Of course,” He let out a breathy chuckle. “We’re in this together now, right?”

“Yeah, but you’ve done that ever since we were kids.”

“It’s because I've liked you ever since we were kids,” He admitted. “Scott never stood a chance when it came to whose side I’d pick in an argument. Especially after that one time he threw away that flash drive that had our fifth grade field trip pictures on it just because his hair looked weird. You were so-”

“Flash drive..” You repeated quietly.

“Yeah, remember? You took pictures of us at Disneyland-“

“Oh my god. Stiles,” Your eyes lit up as you looked back at the school. “Gerard’s keys had a flash drive! Do you think the bestiary was on it?”

“God, you’re so fucking hot when you do that,” He grinned before you both took off into the school. You quickly grabbed the keys from the principal’s office, ran past Stiles’ locker to grab his laptop, and darted back to Scott’s car to look at the contents.

Within a matter of a couple minutes, the two of you set up a makeshift desk on the hood of his car and scrolled through the documents on the flash drive. Scott made his way back over to the two of you.

“Is this the bestiary?” He spoke up hesitantly.

“If you can call it that. Is this even a language?” Stiles huffed.

“It’s Latin,” You recognized some of the words from the Romance languages you spoke.

“How long would it take you to learn Latin?” Stiles asked you.

“Using magic? I could probably learn it in a matter of a week and translate it.”

“A week?!” Scott asked. “I don’t know if we have that long. We need to figure out what this thing is now.”

“It’s called the Kamina,” Derek approached with his pets alongside him.

“You knew the whole time?” Stiles’ tone was nothing shy of annoyed.

“No. Only when it was confused by its own reflection.”

“It doesn’t know what it is,” Scott said.

“Or who,” Derek affirmed.

“What else do you know?” Stiles questioned. You slipped your hand in his for emotional support, receiving a squeeze.

“Just stories. Rumors.”

“But it’s like us?” Scott asked.

“It’s a shape-shifter, yes. But it’s not right. It’s like a..” Derek paused to think about how to phrase his next sentence.

“An abomination,” You finished, earning all eyes on you before Derek frowned and nodded. He turned to leave before Scott called his name.

“Derek! We need to work together on this. Maybe even tell the Argents-“

“You trust them?” He hissed.

“Nobody trusts anyone. That’s the problem!” Scott snapped. That’s rich coming from you, you thought. “While we’re here arguing about who’s on what side, there’s something scarier, stronger, and faster than any of us, and it’s killing people! And we still don’t even know anything about it!”

“I know one thing,” Derek lowered his voice. “When I find it, I’m gonna kill it.”

Your eyes widened, knowing it was a promise and not a threat. You looked over at Stiles who wore a similar expression.

“We have to save that kid,” Scott turned with a huff. “We can’t let him get away with murdering it.”

You stayed quiet. To be completely truthful, you disagreed. You thought it was morally wrong to keep it alive. It not only risked the lives of countless people, but you had a feeling there was no negotiation that could be done to lure it back to normal. It was unethical to keep it alive. The last thing you wanted to see was the people in this town, the people you loved and grew up with, torn to shreds one by one.

“You don’t agree?” Scott asked you. He scoffed. “When did you become so heartless?”

“Hey, back off, man,” Stiles stepped in as your eyes darkened with anger. “We can settle this when the topic isn’t so fresh. Let’s regroup tomorrow, alright? We don’t wanna speak out of anger.”

The ride was filled with tense silence. Scott dropped you both back off at Stiles’ house before leaving to pick Melissa up from her late shift.

———

“You okay?” Stiles asked, kneeling down in front of you. “You wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head.

“Wanna take a shower?” He followed up. You nodded and he grabbed a few of his old garments before you made your way to his bathroom.

The scalding hot water seemed to be the only thing that had relaxed your tense muscles. The anger slowly washed off with the grime from the day. You got to thinking about the night’s events.

When you got angry, it was hard to distinguish which thoughts were truly yours and which ones came from the magic’s toxicity. Every part of you screamed at you, telling you were right. That thing did deserve to be put down. And you would’ve done it yourself if it meant saving those you loved. You didn’t feel as if you were talking with your emotions or with a black-misted mind. It seemed rational. But if you couldn’t tell last time, what was the difference now?

You allowed these thoughts consume you as you mindlessly washed your body before turning off the water and drying off. You tossed on your boyfriend’s clean clothes and made your way back to his room to see him on his computer.

“All yours,” You mumbled, still deep in thought as your dried your hair.

“Okay,” He nodded, looking over at you. He noticed your shoulders and overall stance ease with the shower. “I’ll be quick.”

And he was. It was only a few minutes before he wandered back in, rubbing the towel fiercely against his hair and discarding it in the corner of his room. You laid on his bed, stomach down with your head resting on your hand. You were so zoned out that you didn’t even notice him enter.

“What’s on your mind, baby?” He sat down beside you and rubbed your back. “You’re worrying me.”

“Was I wrong?” You flipped on your side to look at him. “I feel like I can’t tell if I speak and act with my mind or my magic-intoxicated subconscious anymore.”

“Honestly? I have no clue who’s right or wrong. I don’t think it’s a question of if the magic is fucking with your mind, it’s more about the morality behind the situation. I mean, personally, my morals lie with the best interest of those I love, but I don’t necessarily know if that’s a good or bad thing. I guess you’re both right in a sense,” He shrugged, placing his hand on the soft curve of your neck. “It wasn’t an uncalled-for discussion. But the way Scott went about it was all wrong.”

“That was such a pageant girl answer,” You huffed, making him chuckle.

“You’re right. What I meant to say is you’re so right! Fuck Scott. You know what? Fuck morality and ethics for that matter! Let’s just run away and never come back!” He said, making you giggle. “What do you think? Scotland? New York City? Ooh, what about Mexico?”

“I hear Mexico is pretty this time of year,” You smiled.

“México it is!” He cheered before you both burst into a fit of laughter. You sat up, wanting to shift the conversation to a more serious topic.

“So what about you? How are you doing after tonight?” You asked.

“Exhausted. Sore. Traumatized,” Stiles admitted. “I don’t think I’ve exerted that much energy since like elementary school when we played that two week long round of tag.”

“That bad?!” You laughed, recalling the sweet childhood memory.

One summer, you all decided to play a ‘never-ending game of tag’. When you weren’t it, you’d avoid the boys like the plague. When you were tagged, be it from one of them hid in your closet or invaded your soccer practice to tag you, you’d sneak into their own houses, t-ball games, or ask their parents for a ride somewhere to try to tag them. You all barely slept towards the end in fear of one of your friends tagging you in your sleep.

At one point, you and Scott decided to chase Stiles around Beacon Hills for hours, not telling him who was it. You didn’t stop until he fell and sprained his ankle. It was only one of the various injuries you’d all acquired in the midst of the two week long chaos. All of your parents scolded you and forbid you from ever playing tag for longer than a few hours a week.

“Almost. I’d argue that last day of tag was still, to date, the most exhausting experience of my life,” He spoke as he got under the blankets, patting the spot next to him so you’d join. You gladly abided, taking your usual position; your leg lazily tossed on top of his own while you rested your head on his chest.

“I’m so sorry,” You sighed. “I can’t even imagine. I wish I would’ve checked on you earlier.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” He yawned and kissed your forehead. “Don’t feel bad. It led to us figuring out what the hell that thing was. I will, however, need two to four business days to recover before we even think about having sex though.”

“Damn it. I was hoping we’d do it tonight.”

“Really?! Because I was totally kidding! I’m fine. I’m not even sore!” He sat up quickly, making you laugh. “You were kidding weren’t you? That was a mean joke. Don’t ever do that again.”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” You giggled, looking up at him. “I’m actually really drained from today anyway. Let’s just sleep tonight and maybe reconsider in two to four business days?”

“Okay, as long as you aren’t holding out for me. Because I could totally perform FYI,” He yawned, making it very evident that he could not. “I was just warming up in the pool earlier.”

“Oh? So you and Derek were-“

“I knew your dirty mind would say something as soon as the words left my mouth,” Stiles interrupted. “Goodnight, asshole.”

“I love youuu,” You smiled up at him. He failed at holding back one of his own.

“I love you too,” He grumbled dramatically before reaching over to turn off the lamp on his nightstand.

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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.

------

"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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Upside Down Feelings 11

Chapter One: MADMAX

summary: Just another normal school day for Y/N’s crew followed by a dinner with Barb’s parents and a moment alone with Steve

word count: 3232

“I don’t know about this, Nancy!” You called from her bathroom, looking in the mirror to see your costume. Nancy came up with the oh-so brilliant idea of going as a sexy devil and angel for Halloween this year. She was the angel, of course. Leaving you in a skimpy, tight and short red dress that showed off your figure in a way nothing ever has before. “It’s too much! I’m not comfortable with this!”

“Oh, my God,” She laughed. “Just step out already! Let me see!”

You stepped out, revealing the lacy dress paired with thigh high, heeled boots and shiny devil horns. Her jaw dropped at the sight of you.

“Woah,” She muttered. “I’ve never seen you look so..”

“What?” Your voice pitched as you turned around to look in her mirror. “It’s too slutty, isn’t it? I knew I didn’t have the body to pull this off-“

“No, no! You look..” She said before grinning. “Really sexy. I know you and Eddie aren’t anything serious but you should totally swing by his place in that outfit. I have a feeling you’d have the night of your life.”

“I told you that I didn’t want to spend Halloween in a skin tight-” You rolled your eyes before hearing her door open. You jumped back, looking around for something to cover up with as you heard her brother speak up.

“Nancy, I hope you don’t-… woah..” Mike muttered. “Y/N, you look… woah..”

“EW, GET OUT!” You both shouted. He quickly snapped out of his trance before opening Nancy’s sock drawer and taking out the piggy bank.

“I’m sorry! I’ll pay you back!” He said before darting out of the room.

“MIKE! WHAT THE HELL?!” Nancy took off after him, leaving her door open. You quickly ran back into the bathroom, leaning on the door and taking a breath.

And then an idea dawned on you.

“That motherfucker. I knew I was missing some change,” You muttered before changing into your clothes, prepping yourself to drive home and check your own piggy bank. You made sure to leave the costume on her counter before you left.

———

“Dustin, would you please just shut the hell up about this already?” You groaned as you pulled into the school parking lot. “I’m not giving you any more quarters just because Mad Matt-“

“Max! Mad Max! God, do you even listen to a word I say?!” He huffed, crossing his arms.

“-All because Mad Max beat your score!” You ignored, sticking out your tongue slightly as you focused on parking into the spot next to Steve. Your brother stayed quiet, knowing parking always required your undivided attention.

“I’ll clean your room for a week!” He finally said as soon as you put the vehicle in park.

“I’ve seen your cleaning. I’m not impressed,” You scoffed, leaning back to grab your bag.

“And I’ll wash the Bronco!” He pleaded. You hopped out of your car, knocking on Steve’s passenger window and bending down to wave at Nancy. She smiled up at you, holding up a finger before she continued to read the paper in her hands.

“I don’t want your grimy hands touching the Bronco,” You said as you began making your way towards the high school, making his jaw drop.

“Y/N, listen. I’m gonna make you a deal you can’t refuse-“

“You wanna bet? No, no, and just in case you didn’t catch it before,” You turned around and gave him a mean glare. “No.”

“Okay, I can see you’re upset. We can talk about it later,” He sighed as he watched you jog to catch up with Robin before he headed towards the middle school.

———

“Could you please convince Jonathan to go to Tina’s party with us?” Nancy groaned, before dramatically leaning on her locker that sat beside yours and dangling an orange paper in your face. You smiled, looking over at Jonathan before glancing down at the paper.

TINA’S HALLOWEEN BASH

Come and get Sheet Faced

“See, I would, but,” You sighed just as dramatically. “I don’t wanna go either.”

“What?!”

“Thank you!” He laughed.

“Please don’t tell me you’re both taking your brothers trick or treating.”

“Wh- Oh, my God!” You pointed at Jonathan, faking a surprised look.

“No way! You’re going trick or treating with the boys too?” He mirrored you.

“You guys suck,” Nancy huffed. “Just-just come! I mean, who knows? You might even meet someone-“

She was interrupted by her own surprised squeal as Steve snuck up behind her and picked her up from behind. He put her down and she twirled around to slap him in the arm. He laughed and pulled her in by her waist.

“God, take those stupid things off,” She giggled.

“I missed you,” He smiled.

“It’s been like an hour.”

“Tell me about it,” He muttered before pulling her in by her neck and embracing her. You looked over at Jonathan with a look of disgust and he did the same. You closed your locker and nodded as if to say let’s go.

“Do they have to do that right in front of us?” He muttered.

“Tell me about it,” You mimicked, making him chuckle. “She’s trying to convince me to be the sexy devil to her sexy angel for Tina’s party. She bought me a costume. Made me try it on and everything.”

“And?” He raised his brows as he walked up to his locker.

“And it’s just not me,” You shrugged. “I don’t wanna wear a skimpy dress to a party full of people who didn’t know my name prior to my best friend becoming popular. I don’t even like most of them. I was kinda hoping to just take the boys trick or treating and then making a few mixtapes with Robin or something.”

“You got room for a plus one?” He asked. You smiled for a moment before shrugging.

“That depends,” You said. “Would you bring a cassette by the Talking Heads so I can put it into a mixtape?”

“Yeah, why not?” He smiled.

“Then yes,” You said, glancing over to catch Steve’s gaze from down the hallway before you both quickly turned away. “Gotta get to class. I’ll let you know the details later.”

———

“Y/N!” Dustin shouted as you walked up to your vehicle. He picked up his pace into a jog to meet you there.

“If you’re going to ask for more quarters, then you should know that the answer is still-“

“No! We just need a ride to the arcade!” He said quickly.

“We? Who’s we?”

“Me and Lucas.”

“I don’t see a Lucas,” You said after looking around.

“He’s finishing up a test. He’ll be out in like three minutes,” Dustin explained, looking at you expectedly. “So?”

“Okay, fine,” You huffed. “Get in. But if he takes longer than ten minutes, we’re leaving without him.”

“Hey, Henderson!” You heard a familiar voice call from behind you as Dustin hopped in. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. It felt like everyone required your attention today; you just wanted to go home. You pretended to ignore it and open your door before the voice caught up with you. “Y/N! Hey! Wait!”

“What?” You whined, turning around to face Steve.

“Woah. Jesus, who pissed in your cornflakes this morning?” He scoffed. “I was just going to ask if we’re still on tonight?”

You furrowed your brows.

“What’s tonight?”

“Dinner with Barbs parents?” He offered. You groaned and leaned your head against your car door. “I know. My reaction exactly.”

“We’re still doing that?” You asked. “Jesus. I don’t think I can sit through another meal at my dead friend’s kitchen table while her parents talk about finding her. Can I take another raincheck? I have plans.”

“Yeah, well, take it up with Nance,” He shrugged, leaning against his own car that sat beside your own. “I have a college essay I should be working on but I’m getting dragged along too. If you’re not going, then neither am I.”

“Why?” You paused before pouting. “Aw, are you going to miss me?”

“No, because if I have to suffer through another morbid dinner, then so do you!” He bit back. “I’d honestly prefer if you weren’t there.”

“What a coincidence! Me too! Welp, that solves our problem! Have fun tonight, though,” You smiled sarcastically, turning around to open your door before watching as his hand pushing it closed again.

“Oh, no, no, no. You’re not getting off that easy,” He frowned as you twirled around with frustration. His hand remained on the door behind you as he continued to quickly spew out his frustrated ramble. “Their house smells weird, her mom never stops talking, her dad never stops staring, and if I have to see that damn shrine again, I might actually pull my hair out. So whatever plans you have, cancel them. Because I need your argumentative ass there to entertain me and keep me from completely losing my god damned mind! So just-…” He drew in a deep breath before softening up his tone. “Please.”

He looked into your eyes with parted lips, a bit out of breath from his rant. Maybe it was his pleading eyes or the way he clapped his hands together as if he were praying to you, but boy, did he know how to get his way.

“Fine,” You rolled your eyes. “Now move your hand so I can go home and get ready.”

He stepped back, holding both hands up next to his head as he watched you climb into the Bronco.

“See you at 7:00!” He called after you shut your door. You smiled and flipped the bird, making him chuckle as he walked away and Lucas climbed into your backseat.

“Asshole,” You muttered under your breath.

“Bitch,” Steve breathed as he got into his car.

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“I’m so sorry I didn’t get to cook,” Barb’s mom, Marsha looked up from her plate filled with KFC chicken and mashed potatoes. “I was gonna make that baked ziti you guys like so much, but I just forgot about the time, and before you know it, Oh, my God, it’s five o’clock! Which reminds me! Have I told you about-“

Oh, my God, you thought halfway through her spiel. This woman could make the Queen’s Guard break their silence just so they could tell her to shut up.

You caught Steve’s gaze and widened your eyes with annoyance, making him smile and mouth, Right?

“It’s fine,” Nancy said after a few minutes.

“Yeah, it’s great!” Steve nodded. They all looked at you who sat with a zoned out expression before he kicked your leg under the table.

“Yeah, I love KFC!” You quickly chimed in, picking up a spoonful of mashed potatoes and stuffing it in your mouth. “Mm! Delicious!”

Mr. and Mrs. Holland smiled before they began digging in themselves. You all continued with your dinner, allowing Marsha to talk your ears off with conversation. You’d occasionally throw in some Oh’s, That’s nice’s, Mhm’s as you zoned out completely again.

“Have you heard of him?”

“No,” Nancy looked over at you both.

“No, I don’t think so,” Steve said, glancing over at you before noticing you’d zoned out again. “How about you, Y/N?”

“Hm? Oh yeah, great choice, Mrs. Holland!,” You smiled, still thinking they were talking about the food. Steve let out a small chuckle before turning his attention back to the older couple.

“Oh, so you’ve heard of him?” Marsha grinned.

“Um… Y-Yeah! Who hasn’t?” You chuckled nervously, praying that you were answering the way you were supposed to. You were careful to avoid the gaze of the boy next to you. “I hear he’s awesome…”

“He is!” She grinned before looking over at the two in front of her. “He was an investigative journalist for the Chicago Sun-Times. He’s freelance now, and he agreed to take the case!”

“O-Oh, that’s great!” Steve offered in a sweet tone. “No, that’s really.. That’s great, right?”

You nodded hesitantly before looking over at Nancy.

“Um, what exactly does that mean?” She smiled.

“Means he’s gonna do what that lazy son of a bitch Jim Hop-“ Mr. Holland began before his wife placed a hand on him arm. “Sorry… What the Hawkins police haven’t been capable of doing. Means we have a real detective on the case.”

He looked over at you and kept his gaze on you, watching eagerly to see how you’d respond. Jesus, he really did have a staring problem.

“It means,” Mrs. Holland’s voice cracked as she smiled. “We’re going to find our Barb.”

“If anyone can find her, it’s this man,” He said, looking at you. “He already has leads. By God, he’s worth every last penny.”

“Hold on.. I-Is that why you’re selling the house?” You stammered, feeling your heart drop.

“Don’t worry about us, sweetie. We’re fine,” Marsha grinned. “More than fine! For the first time in a long time, we’re hopeful.”

That felt like a punch to the gut; her words almost knocked the wind out of you. You wished more than anything that you could tell her the truth, that her baby was never coming home. That she met a horrible fate, one that you almost met yourselves. You swallowed hard, pursing your lips and faking a smile when they looked over at you.

“Excuse me,” Nancy whispered with tears in her eyes. “I’ll be right back.”

She got up and made her way to the bathroom, leaving both you and Steve alone to continue with the small talk and niceties. You both smiled and took a large bite out of your chicken. You reached for your Coke and brought it up to your lips for a sip.

“It’s finger-lickin’ good,” He smiled. You laughed into the dark liquid, making it spill all over your white blouse.

“Oh, honey! Are you alright?” Marsha furrowed her brows with concern.

“Yeah! Yeah! Um- Yes, I just, uh-“ You looked over at Steve for help.

“She’s getting over a cold!” He nodded.

“A cold!” You repeated. “I just have a cough is all.”

“Right!” He agreed before looking over at you. “What did I tell you about drinking out of open cups, you silly goose?”

“I-“ You bit your lip to hold back the cackle that threatened to come out, opting to shrug instead.

“Do you want to borrow one of Barbara’s shirts?” She smiled. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind!”

“No,” You said a little too quickly before letting out another nervous chuckle. Steve was having the time of his life watching you scramble for words to dig you out of the spotlight. “No, it’s alright. It- uh, I think- I just.. um.. No. Thank you, though..”

“Smooth,” Steve coughed in his hand, earning the confused looks from her parents. You kicked his leg under the table and he smiled innocently up at the couple in front of him before coughing into his arm again. “I think I might be coming down with the same thing.”

You narrowed your eyes as Marsha continued to talk about the wildest story from her days as the school secretary. Steve smiled and pretended to listen attentively, pretending as if you weren’t staring into his soul as you pat yourself down with napkins.

———

“Thanks for the ride,” You said mindlessly as you grabbed your backpack from your feet. You took shotgun as soon as Nancy got out at her house. She insisted on being taken home first.

“Yeah, no problem,” He sighed, watching as you reached for the door handle before you paused and turned to him with a smile.

“You’re an asshole, by the way,” You said. He feigned innocence, acting offended by your comment. “Finger lickin’ good? You totally waited until I was taking a sip to say that!”

“What? It was!”

“You know, I’d almost believe you if you didn’t throw in that silly goose comment directly after that. What the fuck was that?”

He threw back his head in genuine laughter.

“Okay, you have to admit that one was funny too,” He smiled. You scoffed and hit his shoulder. “I mean, you should’ve seen your face! You were forcing this frown in effort of holding back your smile! It was so, uh.. It was so-“

Cute, he wanted to say. It was sitting on the tip of his tongue, ready to speak into existence. His brain almost felt unsatisfied when he stopped himself, like an itch that he couldn’t scratch.

“It was fucked up, was what it was!” You rolled your eyes, finally giving into the laughter after hearing him wheeze at your comment. “Stop laughing! This was my favorite shirt, asshole! Apologize!”

“Aw, okay, okay,” He smiled, looking into your eyes as he patted your leg before chuckling throughout the entirety of the next sentence. “I’m sorry for- making you laugh into your Coke-”

“You can’t even get through the whole apology without laughing,” You giggled. “Try again!”

He sighed before he readjusted in his seat to look you dead in the eyes, forgetting to remove his hand from your knee. This is certainly not what you wanted. You didn’t expect to feel the warmth of his fingers bleed through your jeans and onto your knee. You didn’t expect for his eyes to look into yours for an usually long amount of time. You felt your heart skip a beat as you watched him smile softly and continue with a genuine tone.

“I’m sorry for ruining your shirt. Truly,” His brown eyes dance all over your face, as if he were trying to take you all in at once. “And for putting you in an awkward situation tonight. I swear I won’t do it again. Well- At least, not at the Hollands’ house.”

He continued to look at you with relaxed lids with the corners of his mouth only barely pulled upwards. Everything about him in that moment seemed so gentle and sweet, even his gaze. There were times where you could honestly say you hated this boy. Hell, you swore you hated him about three times in the past 24 hours. But when he stopped trying to go out of his way to be an annoying asshole, you almost felt drawn to him. There was something about this side of him that made you feel a warm sensation built in your chest that demanded to be felt, no matter how badly you wanted to bury it down.

It was only when his thumb subconsciously began to rub your leg when your eyes looked down at it, making him snap out of the trance. He yanked his hand back, almost as if he didn’t realize what he was doing, before you grabbed your bag and opened the door.

“Thanks for the ride!” You said quickly, without looking back at him again. “Have a good night!”

“Yeah! You too!” He said as you shut the door and jogged in. He clenched his eyes shut and let his head fall back on the headrest behind him.

“Y/N!” Your brother called, making you jump as you marched towards your house. “Check this out! I found a-“

“Jesus, Dustin! Not now!” You huffed, walking past him and slamming the front door behind you.

“… What’s her problem?” He frowned, looking out at the familiar car that now sped down his block.

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a/n: AND WE'RE BACKKK!! so excited to show you this new season! I did want to make a bit of a disclaimer: This season is going to be a short one bc Y/N will not be joining Nancy and Jonathan on their adventures. You'll see whyyy in the following chapters, but on the bright side, ✨more Steve content✨

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