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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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andante, andante | steve harrington x reader

Summary: you cannot sleep and it’s driving robin crazy - luckily for her, steve knows what to do

Words: 1.2K

Content: established relationship, fluff, i mean tooth-rottin’ fluff, steve singing you to sleep, she/her pronouns used but no other gender specification, mentions of stimming, anxiety and insomnia, college steve (and robin)

Author’s note: have i been listening to djo for the whole day? yes, and this is what happened. no one can convince me that steve is not a abba fan, sorry 

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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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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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Upside Down Feelings

Chapter Two: Trick or Treat, Freak

summary: Y/N and Steve try to talk Nancy out of a dangerous idea. Jonathan convinces Y/N to go to the Tina’s Halloween party.

word count: 5300 ish

tw: didn't have the time to fully edit :(

“Mom,” You groaned, checking your wristwatch. “We need to go! We’re going to be late.”

“One second, sweetheart,” She frowned before grinning at your brother. “Oh! I want to see those pearls. Yeah!”

Dustin smiled genuinely as he posed for your mother’s pictures, pointing the fake proton blaster at the camera.

“Mom!”

“Who you gonna call?” She squealed as she began singing the Ghostbusters song. “YOU ARE SO CUTE!”

“You know what else he is?” You smiled, taking his arm as your mother continued to snap pictures. “Late!“

“You go ahead,” He looked up at you. “I promised the boys I’d ride my bike with them to school this morning.”

“Say no more,” You bent down, posing for a quick picture before grabbing your stuff and heading to school.

The school day was fairly uneventful besides the whispered rumors of another girl losing her virginity. You hated this school. More specifically, you hated just how awful the girls were treated after news spread of their deflowering. You whipped the corner and made a bee line for your locker. Just as you reached out, a warm hand gently grabbed your upper arm.

“Come with me,” Steve said. You furrowed your brows, looking down at the hand he touched you with with an unamused look. You did not want him touching you, especially after the weird moment you shared the night prior. He let go and slowly pulled away. “Sorry. But it’s Nancy. Something’s wrong. She’s been off for a couple of weeks- I know you’ve noticed it too.”

“I kind of figured it was the Harrington effect,” You smiled sarcastically, making him frown. “I mean, I get quiet and annoyed when I’m around you too so-“

“Ha. Funny. I think it’s about Barb, smart ass. And she won’t talk to me so please just come with me,” He rolled his eyes. You huffed, stuffing some books in your locker before turning around, instructing him to lead the way with your hand.

You followed him into the library to see Nancy staring blankly at something as she sharpened a pencil. You both called her name a few times, only grabbing her attention when Steve touched her shoulder.

“What’s going on?” He asked gently. “You okay?”

You’d followed her gaze to reveal it was fixated on a woman with similar features to Barb. You sighed, realizing Steve was right. She pulled you both away into a back room before elaborating on her despondent behavior as of late.

“I can’t keep doing this,” She muttered.

“Doing what?” Steve questioned.

“Pretending like everything’s okay,” She sighed. “It’s like everyone forgot about Barbara. It’s like nobody cares except for her parents.”

“Nance,” You whispered empathetically. “Hey, that’s not true-“

“And now they’re selling their house and they’re going to spend the rest of their lives looking for her!” She continued, completely ignoring the fact that you spoke up. “It’s destroying them.”

“I know, I know. Okay? I get it, but,” Steve spoke up. “Listen, there’s nothing we can do about it..”

“He’s right,” You nodded.

“We could tell them the truth!” She breathed.

“Well, you know that we can’t do that-“ Steve began in a soft and understanding tone.

“Jesus, not this shit again,” You muttered, already annoyed. You couldn’t even count how many times she’s brought this topic up in the last two months. And time after time, you were the one talking her out of it. At least Steve was around to help you out this time.

“We don’t have to tell them everything.”

“This isn’t some game, Nance,” Steve spoke in a harsher tone. “If they found out that we told any-“

You watched as he walked over to the window to close the blinds before shutting the door and continuing.

“They could put us in jail, okay?” He whispered. “Or worse, they could destroy our families.”

“They could do anything they want,” You agreed.“Look, just think about what you’re saying. What it could cause you- us! It’s insane!”

“Oh, my God,” She shook her head, trying to blink away the tears. “You always do this. You hate each other except for when it comes to proving me wrong. Y/N, she was your friend too!”

“Yes, Nancy. I’m well aware,” You pursed your lips. You didn’t have to reminded of that. You spent most of your days trying to push the memory of her away to no avail. There were nights you’d still cry yourself to sleep.

“How can you just pretend she’s not dead? Like she never even existed?” She frowned. “You never want to go eat with her parents, you never want to talk about her. It’s like you never even cared for-“

“I’m going to stop you right there,” You snapped before lowering your tone. “Don’t you dare accuse me of never caring. Have you ever wondered why I can’t do that stuff? Huh? Maybe it’s because I can’t keep sitting at that table we grew up playing board games at. I can’t keep going to these dinners with her parents because it kills me to pretend not to know what happened. I can’t talk about her because it hurts too damn bad.”

“Oh, please,” She scoffed. “Don’t give me that bullshit! You sit there and act like you care, but you never cried for her the way I did-“

“Yeah, maybe because I wasn’t the fucking reason she-..”

You paused, realizing that the next thing that was going to fall from your mouth was from a place of raw, unadulterated emotions that you hadn’t fully processed yet. But it was too late. You saw the way her face fell. She knew exactly what you were going to say; you weren’t the reason Barbara died.

“What? Finish your sentence,” She hissed, making every ounce of guilt you had only the moment before melt away. You hated when she spoke to you in that condescending tone. “You weren’t the reason she what? Tell me how you really feel!”

“Hey, maybe we should just take a step back and breathe,” Steve finally stepped in, watching as the girls in front of him shot daggers at one another with their gazes.

“You’re telling me that I almost sacrificed my life for you only for you-“

“We all sacrificed our fucking lives that night, Nancy! What do you want? A fucking sparky, gold star sticker?!” You rolled your eyes. “You know what? Fuck you. I’m done talking you off the fucking ledge. You wanna go tell her parents what actually happened? Then do it. But leave me out of your attention-seeking plans.” You began to mimic her voice, “Oh, Y/N, drop everything to come talk me out of this idiotic idea! Steve, let me take up all of your time so you can comfort me-“

“Are you calling me an attention whore?” She stepped toward you.

“If the shoe fits,” You took another step towards her, looking directly into her eyes, before Steve finally physically inserted himself between the two of you.

“Woah! Woah! Let’s just take a breather, yeah?” He chuckled nervously, placing his hands on Nancy’s shoulders and pushing her away from you. “Can we just-“

“Shut up, Steve!” You both snapped before you spun on your heels and hastily marched out of the room and back to your locker.

———

“Come on,” You muttered as your engine sputtered, trying its hardest to come to life, leaning forward with dedication. “Come on, baby. Don’t do this to me today. You got it… just-“

“Are you talking to your car?” You heard a smug voice ask from beside you. You suddenly regretted leaving your window open, looking over to see the new boy standing beside you with a smug smile.

“Can I help you?” You scoffed. Something about the mullet and jean jacket gave you the feeling that he probably never stopped talking about whatever fast muscle car he drove.

“Oh, she’s feisty,” He chuckled, voice smooth as aged whiskey. “And here I was about to offer you some help.”

“Look, Benny, it it?”

“Billy,” He said with an entertained smile.

“Whatever,” You grumbled. “I don’t need your help. I happen to know a thing or two about cars.”

“Is that why you’ve been trying to coax this baby with words instead of actions?” He tilted his head. You rolled your eyes. “Oh, that’s not an insult. I happen to have a thing for women who are all talk no do.”

“Okay, well, how’s this for all talk, and I’ll say it slowly just in case you’re a little light headed from the amount of cologne you have on,” You began, making him grab at his chest with a chuckle. “Fuck. Off. I don’t need your help. Nice meeting you, Benny.”

“Billy.”

“Whatever.”

He grinned, placing his tongue in between his left canines and looking you up and down before heading back to his car.

“Huh,” You muttered to yourself as you got out of your vehicle. “A black muscle car. Shocker.”

You caught a glimpse of Jonathan walking towards his own car before you looked back at your sweet, baby blue girl and placed an apologetic pat on the steering wheel. You jumped out, locked it, and jogged to catch up with your friend.

“Hey,” He greeted before smiling. “Oh, I know that look. Did the Bronco break down again?”

“Yes,” You huffed. “You know, she might sexy and all terrain but that bitch breaks down like no other.”

“Get in,” He chuckled. “Is Dustin coming?”

“No, he insisted on riding his bike.”

You both took your respective seats and sat in a comfortable silence. You took out a book you’d been reading and he mumbled along to the music that played lightly through his speakers as he looked through his collection of cassettes to replace the one that was currently playing.

You liked being around Jonathan. He was like a breath of fresh air. Unlike all of your other friends, you never felt obligated to make small talk or uncomfortable sitting in silence. It was never awkward with him, he simply accepted you as you came, and you did the same.

“Oh, sorry,” Will gasped as he opened the passenger’s door. “I didn’t know you were here. I’ll go to the back.”

He gently closed the door, making you smile at his sweet disposition. You sometimes wished your brother would take a page from Will’s book, but Dustin was almost the complete opposite; argumentative, quick witted, loud, and obnoxious. But his heart was just as big as his personality, so you learned to deal with it.

“So,” Jonathan smiled at his little brother as he reversed out of the parking spot. “How was your day?”

“I don’t know..”

“You don’t know?” Jonathan furrowed his brows. “Did something happen?”

“No, no.. It’s just..” Will sighed before sitting forward to rant. “No one else wore their costumes to school.”

“What?” You asked, suddenly feeling really bad as you watched your little brother get into his bike with his friends. Not another costume in sight besides their own. “We dressed up for Halloween up until we started high school. Since when did that change?”

“This year, apparently,” He mumbled.

“Well, they’re all losers who are too focused on fitting in and growing up too fast,” Jonathan shrugged.

“Amen,” You agreed before turning back to look at the boy in the back. “I think your costumes this year were the coolest ones I’ve ever seen.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yeah!” You nodded. “All our friends agreed, right Jonathan?”

“Yeah, Nancy loved them!”

“So did Robin.”

“Are those your only friends?” Will giggled after the moment of silence

“Pretty much.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, Steve also said something about liking the costumes,” You smiled. “But he’s not our friend. He’s more like…”

“A friend by association?” Jonathan offered. You snapped and pointed in confirmation, making him chuckle.

———

“Hi, honey!” Joyce smiled, pulling you in for a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. “How’ve you been?”

“Uh,” Confused. Upset. Fucking exhausted from the lack of sleep due to the Demogorgan that haunted your dreams. “Great! And you? I see you have a new boyfriend.”

“Bob? Oh, yeah. He is my boyfriend, isn’t he? I feel like a teenager when I say that,” She giggled.

“He’s great!” You looked over as he taught Jonathan how to work the video camera. “I’m happy for you.”

“What about you? Got a special someone in your life?”

“Fortunately not. I see how Nancy and Steve get on. I feel like I’m dodging a bullet in all honesty,” You chuckled dryly. “No. Nope, no commitment for me. Pass.”

“Well, maybe they’re just with the wrong people,” She smiled knowingly. You furrowed your brows curiously before you heard Jonathan call your name.

“Y/N, Will, you ready?” He smiled. You all made your exit and walked towards the car.

“Be safe!”

“I hope it doesn’t suuuck.”

You smiled and waved before you loaded into the car. Jonathan messed with the radio for a moment before taking off towards Nancy’s house.

“I just don’t get what he sees in him!” He huffed.

“Oh, Jonathan, he’s a sweet guy!” You said, earning an annoyed look. “But you’re right. She’s so out of his league.”

“At least he doesn’t treat me different,” Will muttered. “I mean, I can’t even go trick-or-treating by myself. It’s lame.”

“Wh- You think I’m lame?” Jonathan smirked.

“No, but it’s not like Nancy’s coming to watch over Mike, you know?”

“Ouch,” You chuckled, holding your chest as if you get your heart break on the spot.

“No offense,” He smiled.

“Offense taken, asshole,” You laughed.

“Don’t say asshole in front of him,” Jonathan smiled, nudging your shoulder gently.

“Why can’t I say asshole in front of him?” You looked back at Will and winked, inviting him to join in on the teasing.

“Hey! I said-“

“Yeah, Jonathan, why can’t she say asshole in front of me?” Will giggled.

“Don’t say asshole!”

You both stayed silent for a moment before you looked at each other with shit eating grins and said, “Asshole.”

The whole car erupted into a fit of laughter as Jonathan pulled into a familiar street. You all continued to chat for a couple minutes before Will inevitably brought back to topic of trick-or-treating by himself.

“I agree,” You began. “The concept of having an older sibling watch over you while you trick-or-treat is lame.”

“See?” Will grinned over at his brother.

“You think we should let him go on his own?” Jonathan smiled over at you.

“I don’t care either way. That’s your call,” You shrugged as he pulled up to the Wheeler’s house. He parked the car and turned around to face his brother.

“If I let you go on your own, you promise to stay in the neighborhood?”

“Yeah! Yeah, yeah, totally!” Will sat up with excitement.

“And be back at Mike’s by 9:00.”

“9:30?”

“9:00. Deal?”

“Yeah! Yeah, deal!”

“Hey, Will!” He called as his little brother began scooting out to leave and handed him the video camera. “Don’t let any of your spazzy friends use this, all right!?”

“Okay!”

“I hope it doesn’t suuuuck,” Jonathan called in his Dracula voice, making you laugh.

“You’re a really good brother, you know that?” You smiled.

“We’re both good siblings,” He said as he reached into his pocket. “Which is why, I think we should go take the night off and go to Nancy’s party.”

“Pass,” You grumbled. It was now his turn to laugh at the way you crossed your arms and slumped into your seat. You looked like an angry child.

“Why? Robin canceled on us anyway!”

“Nancy and I got into a fight,” You sighed.

“Well, you aren’t going with Nancy. You’re going with me,” He said.

“Jonathan, I can already tell you how we’d spend our Halloween,” You frowned. “We’ll be following her and Steve around all night, watching them make out and get drunk while we stand there awkwardly. Plus, we’ll be in a crowed room full of mouth breathers in slutty costumes.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” He said, a bit disheartened by your rejection. Your heart dropped at the sight. “It was a stupid idea.”

You wanted to stand your ground. You really did. But seeing him sadly fold up that orange piece of paper and purse his lips as he put it into the cup holder, you knew that you stood no chance in hell at telling him no.

“Fine,” You groaned. “Let’s go..”

“Really?” He perked up with a grin.

“Yes,” You grumbled. “Now, drive before I change my mind.”

———

“You sure this is a good idea?” You scrunched your nose as you watched one of the football players puke into a bush.

“I mean, we made it this far, right?” He sighed, looking over at you. “You ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” You huffed, hesitantly putting on your devil horn headband as he got out. You followed him into the party. As soon as the front door opened, you caught a glimpse of the crowd of drunk teenagers; some were dancing, others were making out, and the rest were submerged into conversation with their friend groups. “Of course they’re playing Journey..”

“I like your costume,” A girl said to Jonathan. That tone told you that she wanted him alone so you continued to made a beeline to the kitchen. You grabbed a red solo cup and filled it with whatever cheap liquor infused punch sat on the counter before you saw a very drunk Nancy make her way to you.

“Move,” She grumbled, shoving you aside slightly to refill her drink.

“Woah, woah, I think you’re drunk enough,” You said, placing your hand over the bowl.

“Hey!” She frowned, tossing your hand off of the bowl. This girl had a way of getting under your skin, especially when she was drunk.

“No, no, no, Nancy!” Steve said, pulling her back and shooting you an apologetic look.

“Get off!” She whined.

“No, you’ve had enough, okay?” You had no idea how he put up with her. He was so patient with her. It almost broke your heart to see the way she took advantage of that.

“Screw you!” She yanked her arm out of his hand before running to refill the cup.

“Nance, I’m serious,” He continued to try to pull her away before you finally stepped in, slapping the cup out of her hand and into the punch bowl.

“What is your fucking problem?!” She slurred angrily.

“Dude, enough is enough. No one likes a sloppy drunk,” You furrowed your brows. She looked you dead in the eye with a smile as she grabbed at your own cup out of your hand and took a sip.

“You two always do this! It’s always Steve and Y/N versus Nancy,” She huffed, waving her hands for dramatic effect. “Now that I think of it, you two act like more of a couple than we do!”

“Nancy,” Steve sighed. You could just how tired he was from babysitting her. God knows how long she’s been like this. “I’ve told you-“

“You know why you think that?” You interrupted. “Because we are constantly babysitting you. We are like your fucking parents at this point because you keep putting yourself in childish situations. Like right now. Put the cup down.”

“Fuck off, Mom,” She raised the cup up to her lips again before Steve caught her arm and pulled it down.

“Hey, hey, hey! Stop,” Steve stepped in again. “Put it down.”

“No!”

“Nance, put it down.”

“Steve! Stop!” She shouted before slipping out of his grip and spilling the red punch on her white shirt. Everyone around you reacted, and looked at her. You might’ve been mad, but you couldn’t help but to feel bad for her at that moment. She looked up at Steve before stomping off to the bathroom.

“Nance,” He called before looking back at you. “You comin’?”

“No, thanks. I think I’ve dealt with enough angry drunks for one lifetime,” You shook your head, making his face fall slightly. He knew exactly what you meant by that: Your birth father. He nodded and walked off behind his girlfriend, leaving you standing alone at the punch bowl again. After seeing Nancy, you no longer had any desire to drink. So you set the cup down and scanned through the crowd in hopes of finding Jonathan so he could take you home.

“Bronco!” Someone called from behind you. “You made it!”

“Billy,” You rolled your eyes, turning around with the world’s fakest smile. “Unfortunately, I did.”

“Oh, so you do know my name?” He smirked down at you. “I don’t think I ever caught yours.”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N,” He nodded slowly as his eyes scanned your face in the same way a lion might eye its prey. “I like that. I also like your little get up. What are you supposed to be?”

“Isn’t it pretty self explanatory?” You pointed at your devil horns. “I’m a tiger.”

“You’re funny,” He let out a laugh. “Are you just as naughty as those horns?”

“Ew,” You laughed, making him bite his lip to hold back a grin. “Was that supposed to be a pick up line?”

“That depends,” He shrugged. “Did it work?”

“No.”

“Then it was just a joke,” He said nonchalantly, making you laugh and roll your eyes.

This boy was incredibly handsome, but something about him felt off. You had a feeling there was much more to him than the charismatic flirt standing before you, and not in a good way.

“Can I pour you a drink?” He smiled, reaching past you to grab a cup.

“No thanks.”

“Oh, come on!” He chuckled, dipping it into the red liquid.

“I’m not much of a drinker,” You watched as he grabbed a cup and poured the red liquid into it. “Really, I’m good.”

“What’s one drink, right?” He chuckled, handing it to you.

“I said,” You smiled, looking him in the eyes as you poured it back into the bowl. He blinked, showing you the annoyance behind his eyes. “I’m good.”

“That was rude,” He grabbed your wrist, a little harder than you expected him to. You gasped, feeling a burst of anxiety fill your chest. He dipped your wrist, making you fill the cup up again before bringing it up to you lips. “Seems like you need to be taught a lesson in manners. I think what you meant to say was thank you. Now drink.”

“Hey! No means no, asshole!” You heard Steve say from behind you before he grabbed your arm and pulled you back. You set the drink down on the counter next to you.

“Oh, look at lover boy here!” Billy laughed. “Babysitting both of your girlfriends tonight? Huh, pal? Failed at keeping one sober and now you try again with the other one!”

“Come on, Y/N. Let’s get out of here,” Steve pulled you away, you turned around as you left the house, locking eyes with Jonathan.

What the fuck? He mouthed. You barely managed to shrug before Steve pulled you out of sight.

“Steve? Where are we going? Steve?” You questioned as he marched you to the front yard. He continued to pull you in silence. “Steve!”

Nothing. He refused to turn towards you and refused to stop walking. He was on a mission and you could sense just how upset he was.

“Look, don’t get me wrong, I appreciate your help but I would really like to know what the hell is going on,” You planted your feet, stopping him in his tracks. “Where’s Nancy? Why are we leaving-“

“Did you know?” He finally turned around, giving you a chance to see his teary eyes.

“Woah, hey, what’s going on? Know what?” You said in a softer tone, one filled with concern. “What happened in there? You can tell me.”

“Did you know Nancy didn’t love me?” His voice cracked. You felt your heart sink into your stomach at the sight of the broken boy.

You’ve known Nancy for well over ten years. You knew her so well that, truth be told, you’d sensed it. She never talked about him the way she used to. She seemed aloof when she was at his side. Hell, with the way she’d always go out of her way searching for Jonathan or to find any excuse to be around him, you’re surprised Steve hasn’t caught on. You’ve heard love is blind, but he almost made you wonder if it was deaf too.

“What makes you think she doesn’t love you?” You swerved the question. It wasn’t your secret to tell. He scoffed, looking away to wipe his tears. “Steve, if it’s something she said to you in the bathroom, you have to realize that she’s piss ass drunk and mad. Don’t take anything she says-“

“She looked me dead in the eyes and said I was bullshit, Y/N. That we’re acting like everything is okay and like..” He ran his hand through his hair before he shook his head. “Like we’re in love.”

“She’s drunk. I don’t think she intended for it to come out like that.”

“You know what she said to me when I asked her to clarify? She said it’s bullshit. I asked her if she loved me, Y/N, and she said it’s bullshit!” His voice quivered before he let out a breathy sob.

“Oh, Steve,” You whispered, before he crumbled into your arms. You blinked in surprise at the boy that wrapped himself around you, taking a moment before you wrapped your arms around his waist hesitantly. You let him hug you tightly and cry it out, not minding the fact that your shoulder was now drenched with his tears. You simply rubbed his back for a few minutes.

“Hey, it’s alright. I got you,” You whispered, feeling his right hand move up and hold you by the back of your neck to pull you even closer. You’d never been pressed against him like this; almost every part of you was touching ever part of him.

You hated how that seemed to awake the swarm of dormant butterflies in your stomach. It seemed as if they were reserved strictly for Steve, seeing as they never happened with anyone else. His warm and shaky breath on your neck made chills shoot down your spine. The way he held onto you as if his life depended on it only made your heart pound so hard that you were positive that he felt it too.

“I know. Trust me, I know from first hand experience just how bitchy she can be. I can’t even tell you the amount of times I’ve had to hold myself back from tackling her on the spot,” You said, making his chuckle softly and loosen his grip on you. “Don’t let her break your heart with drunk words, okay? You two can talk this through tomorrow.“

You pulled away and wiped his stray tears with your thumbs.

“I feel like a kid when you do that,” He chuckled softly.

“You kinda look like one. You have the saddest puppy dog eyes when you cry,” You smiled, making him chuckle again.

Maybe it was how the moonlight hit his damp face or the way his big, watery eyes danced across your own face, but he looked bone achingly pretty in that moment. You struggled to look away, to find any other excuse to distract you from just how magnetic his presence was.

“In the meantime, let me drive you home,” You broke eye contact and reached into his hand to grab his keys but he tightened his grip on them.

“What are you doing?” He sniffled.

“You might not be as drunk, but you reek of alcohol,” You said, lifting his hand by his wrist and plucking the keys out. “Friends don’t let friends drink and drive. Where’d you park?”

“Friends?” He smiled softly.

“Yeah, I figured I’d give that one to you tonight,” You shrugged, making him laugh. “Lead the way.”

“How exactly do you plan on getting home if you’re driving me home?” He blinked.

“I can walk.”

“Like hell I’m going to let you walk next to those woods!” He scoffed. “Either you’re staying at my place or I’m staying at yours.”

“You wanna have a sleep over?” You smirked. “You wanna braid each other’s hair and make friendship bracelets while we’re at it?”

“You’re seriously giving me shit right now? My cheeks aren’t even dry yet and you’re already being a dick,” He rolled his eyes as you walked past him to find his car.

“We’ve been friends all but two minutes and you already wanna have a slumber party, Harrington?” You continued to tease.

“I parked over there,” He pointed in the opposite direction.

“Right..” You pursed your lips, spinning on your heels and walking towards the direction of his car. He laughed at the fact that his comment made you fall silent.

———

“Hey, Dustin?” You knocked on his door with your pillow under your arm. No response. You knocked harder. “Dustin! I’m not gonna stop knocking until you-“

“What?!” He hissed, cracking his door just enough to peak into the hallway.

“I need to sleep in your room tonight.”

“What? Why?” He asked a little too quickly.

“Because Steve is tipsy and I offered him to stay in my bed. Now let me in-“

“Sounds like a you problem,” He said.

“Dustin! Don’t you dare shut this-“ The door slammed. “Door… You fucking asshole!”

You scoffed before walking back to your room. Steve looked up at you with confusion as he began getting under your covers.

“I’ll take the floor,” You sighed, throwing your pillow down and walked to your closet to find blankets.

“What? No, I’ll take the floor. This is your room.”

“And you’re the guest.”

“Okay. Well, this is a queen sized bed. It’s big enough for the both of us,” He said. You blinked, looking at the bed and back at him. You weren’t oblivious to your chemistry, and up until that night, you’d done a phenomenal job at avoiding him like the plague out of respect for your friend. You couldn’t even begin to imagine just how angry she’d be if she found out he slept in the same bed as you.

“Yeah, I’ll stick with the floor,” You pursed your lips before turning towards your closet again. You heard your bed squeak before you felt his presence behind you. He grabbed the arm you were using to search with and pulled it down, turning you towards him.

Dear God, he was only mere inches away from you. You cursed the swarm of butterflies for exciting at the way he grabbed your arm.

“Look, I won’t try anything if that’s what you’re worried about,” He said firmly. “I won’t tell Nancy, and I’ll never bring it up again. We can even put some pillows between us if it makes you feel better.”

You sighed, looking at the bed in thought. He was right, you both respected Nancy and each other far too much to try anything. It was just sleeping next to one another. It wasn’t any different than the sleep overs you’ve had with Nancy, Barb, and Robin. What’s the worst that could happen?

“Fine. But you get the spot next to the wall,” You sighed.

“Deal,” He chuckled before crawling back into the bed.

The moment you’d gotten home, Steve asked to borrow warmer clothing since your mother liked to keep the house at an arctic climate. You gave him your step father’s old Indiana State University hoodie and sweatpants. You hadn’t really seen him in anything other than his yuppie jeans and jackets. This was a nice change of pace for him.

You grabbed your pillow and set it into its proper spot before reaching over and turning out the lights.

“Goodnight, Steve,” You said, turning away from him.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

———

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Chapter 5

S2 Episode Five

SUMMARY: The pack get word that Derek is trying to kill Lydia, and make it their mission to protect her.

WORD COUNT: 6224

“Hey,” The all-too-familiar voice purred as you opened your locker. You rolled your eyes, not needing to look towards it to know who it was.

“Aren’t you supposed to be running from the law or something?” You answered.

“Who says I’m not just teasing the law now by coming to school?” Isaac smiled, leaning on the locker next to yours to get a better view of you. You cursed the empty hallways, wishing you wouldn’t have shown up so early that morning.

“I doubt your pack daddy would approve of that,” You chuckled, looking over to see the smug look on his face falter. “Or did he let you off of your leash for the day?”

“Ouch,” He held his chest sarcastically before smiling. “What happened to you? You used to be such a sweetheart.”

“That was before you gave me a reason not to be. Did you need something or are you just trying to get on my nerves?” You scoffed, closing your locker to look into his playful gaze. “Again.”

“A little of both,” He smirked. “But my pack daddy wouldn’t approve of what I’m about to tell you so I’m gonna need you to come with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Suit yourself,” Isaac shrugged, looking over your shoulder. “Scott’s looking for you anyway. I’m sure you’d so much rather hear another one of his pathetic apologies instead of Derek’s plan to kill someone today.”

You looked behind you to see the boys walk around the corner in deep conversation. Stiles waved his hands around as he passionately explained something and Scott listened intently. Luckily, they were so submerged in the conversation that you went unnoticed in the midst of small crowds of students. However, you weren’t quite ready to face your best friend.

You placed your hands on Isaac’s chest and quickly pushed him into the nearby empty classroom. His brows shot up in surprise as he stumbled back, catching himself on a desk.

“You have two minutes, asshole,” You frowned, looking down at your wristwatch. “What do you mean Derek is going to kill someone today?”

“I only need one,” He grinned. “He gave Jackson the Kanima’s venom last night to see if it would paralyze him and it did. So it can’t be him. He think it might be Lydia.”

“What the fuck?!” You furrowed your brows in suspicion. “Wait, why are you telling me this? Why should I believe you?”

“Maybe I’m telling you because I wanted a moment alone with you,” His lips curved into a coy smile, making you frown. “And you should believe me because we have a bond.”

“Ew, would you stop saying that? We do not have a fucking bond!” You snapped.

“I’m serious! I wouldn’t lie to you,” He sincerely admitted. “I don’t even think I could if I tried.”

“Yeah, okay,” You brushed off sarcastically. You hated that he was getting in your head. You wholeheartedly believed it was a scheme but he was becoming a little too convincing. You didn’t know what to believe anymore. “What makes Derek think Lydia is the Kanima?”

“Peter gave her the bite. There are only two things that happen when someone gets bitten, turn or die. She did neither and now we have a Kanima on our hands.”

“What if she’s somehow immune to the bite? How do you know she won’t be immune to the venom too?”

“He said it’s not possible to be immune to the bite. It’s never been done before,” He shook his head, leaning on the desk behind him.

“Oh, so it must be true if Derek said it,” You scoffed. “Your blind devotion will lead to your downfall.“

“I could say the same to you,” He shrugged. You narrowed your eyes, not quite ready to defend the boy he spoke of. “If you wouldn’t have listened to Scott, this would all be over by now. We’re just finishing the job that you couldn’t follow through on the other night.. You can’t save everyone, Y/N.“

“Don’t talk to me about the other night. That’s between my pack and me. I don’t care to hear your opinions or commentary,” You hissed, feeling a dark cloud of anger begin to sneak it’s way back into your subconscious. You took a breath when you saw his face fall, attempting to take your emotions and thoughts back under your control. “Look, there’s a better way of going about this. I don’t want to kill an innocent teenager if we aren’t one hundred percent sure that she really is the Kanima. Forgive me for trying to spare the life of my best friend.”

“You were so eager to kill an innocent teenager the other night. What happened?” He smirked. You clenched your jaw, feeling the storm of emotions quickly brewing in your chest. “Suddenly your morals shift because your afraid of losing someone you love?”

You fell to silence for a moment as you recollected your thoughts, clenching your fists in an attempt to prevent any black mist from forming. “You’re playing with fire, Isaac. Don’t taunt me-.”

“For telling the truth?” He scoffed. “You were fully ready to kill someone’s kid, sibling or friend by the pool. But now that it might be yours, you hesitate?”

With that comment, you felt something snap within you; you were no longer in control of your emotions- your magic. You felt your eyes darken, similar to the way they did the other night. Your fists felt hot as they began to emit the black mist that often decorated them now. His boyish grin faded as you stepped toward him, making him almost trip on the desk he leaned on as he tried to step away.

He attempted to stand up before you held your hand out, making him sit back on the desk as you leaned in close, sensing and feeding off of his fear.

“You forget who you’re talking to, Lahey,” You smiled as your fingers brushed his neck. “Do you realize how easy it would be for me to cut off the circulation to your head? All I have to do is think about the veins and arteries in your neck, and they’ll pop.”

“Let me go-“

“Ah, ah, ah. I’m talking,” You cooed, pressing your finger against his lips and sealing them shut with the help of the black mist. You chuckled dryly. “I think we both know that if you really wanted to help me, you wouldn’t be sitting here mocking and judging me. No, I’m not too convinced you were trying to help me at all. I think Derek sent you to talk to me.”

“Mmm! Mmm!” He mumbled.

“Let me make myself perfectly clear, Isaac,” Your smiled quickly dropped before your tone darkened. “If you so much as touch a hair on her head, I will not hesitate to kill you and your pack. Slowly and painfully. Got it?“

He nodded spitefully before you smiled again, waving your hand to unseal his lips.

“What happened to your pack’s moral code?” He spat, making you let out a breathy chuckle.

“You chose the wrong pack member for that,” You responded before nonchalantly stepping back as if nothing happened. The cloud of black that once covered your hands evaporated as you reached for the door. “Thanks for the heads up though. I gotta get to class.”

“Are you just gonna leave me sitting here?!” Isaac cried as you reached for the door. “I can’t move!”

“Oh, I actually don’t know how to undo that. Don’t worry though, it should wear off soon,” You smiled before leaving the room. You readjusted your backpack as you walked down the now heavily populated hallways of Beacon Hills, looking for your boyfriend. You felt a smirk form on your face, remembering the look of utter fear on Isaac’s face when he couldn’t speak.

You loved the feeling that was left in your body. The power you felt when you hovered above him, the way your magic pumped through your veins like a drug, the chaos you created in his mind; it was addicting.

“Hey! You’ll never guess what my dad told me this morning!” Stiles smiled before looking into your eyes. “Did you cry? Your eyes are bloodshot. Oh my god, are you high?”

“What? No! My allergies are just acting up,” You played it off. “What’s your dad tell you? Wait, is it about Isaac coming back?”

“What the hell? Yeah, actually. How’d you know that?” He tilted his head. Something was off about you this morning, he sensed it but decided against asking about it again.

“He pulled me into a classroom and told me. He also told me that Derek’s going to make Lydia eat the Kanima’s venom to see if she has a reaction to it,” You lowered your voice. “They’re gonna kill her if she doesn’t.”

“Wait, what? They’re gonna kill her? But she didn’t even have a reaction to the bite. What if she’s immune to the supernatural?”

“That’s what I said. But apparently Derek’s convinced that it’s not possible,” You shook your head. “We need a plan.”

“Follow up question: since when are you and Isaac friends?” He questioned.

“We’re not. He just won’t leave me alone,” You huffed. “He thinks I cast some sort of bonding spell when I stopped him from killing you at the Sheriff’s Department a while back.”

“On the night of the full moon. Yeah, I remember that,” He nodded, grabbing his backpack from his locker. “What do you think?”

“I think that theory has Derek written all over it,” You rolled your eyes as you both began walking to class. You felt odd not telling him about the magic you used only minutes prior, but you knew now wasn’t the time to bring up another issue. You needed to focus on Lydia.

It had absolutely nothing to do with the euphoria that came with the magic pumping through your veins and the confidence it brought with it. Or the fact that the sensation went away when you healed yourself with Scott’s blood, leaving you with a light and clear, yet uncomfortably empty mind. It was not your black-misted subconscious clouding your judgement because this was solely for Lydia’s well-being. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

“I don’t know. I’d be on my knees if you looked at me the way you looked at him,” Stiles smirked.

“I’ve had you on your knees for less,” You smiled, making his lips part as a subtle blush rose to his cheeks at your reference to the previous night’s events. You two have been getting hot and heavy for the past few days, not quite going all the way due to parental interruptions but going far enough to almost make due. It was not only your comment that caught him off guard, it was the confidence you said it with too. That alone almost drop to his knees on the spot

“Anyways. Could you catch Scott up on Lydia’s situation? We need to take turns staying by her side today. I got her covered up til Math. Then it’s up to you guys until Chem,” You continued casually before giggling at his flustered appearance. “You feeling okay, baby? You look a little flushed.”

“You fucking asshole. I gotta get to class,” He chuckled as the first bell rang, looking down at your smug look. Before walking off, he leaned down next to your ear and mumbled, “For the record, though, I plan on having you begging you on your knees tonight.”

“I don’t beg,” You narrowed your eyes playfully.

“Yeah? We’ll see about that,” He smiled before kissing your cheek and turned on his heels to walk away, leaving you with the same pink tint on your own cheeks. You let out a small laugh before turning to head the class.

“Why are you so giddy?” Lydia grinned as you took your usual spot beside her.

“No reason,” You responded, making her laugh.

You spent the rest of the day by her side, switching off with Allison or the boys when you didn’t have a shared class. The first three hours dragged along slowly. You kept catching Erica and Isaac’s dirty glares and hushed voices. The anticipation was killing you. You caught yourself looking over your shoulder constantly and keeping Lydia nearby at all times. You even followed her to the bathroom in second hour. You finally let out a breath of relief when you switched shifts with the boys.

After a quick stop to your locker, you made your way down the corridors of the school to your next class. You were lost in thought when you felt a hand grab your upper arm and pull you aside. You quickly whipped around to see your best friend staring back at you.

“Scott, what the fuck?” You gasped. “Jesus you scared the shit out of me. Who’s on Lydia duty?”

“She’s with Allison. Can we talk about the other night?” He sighed. “I hate fighting with you.”

“I don’t have anything to say to you,” You frowned.

“Well, I do,” Scott began, not letting go of your arm in fear of you walking away. “Y/N, I’m so sorry for reacting the way I did at the pool. I know there were a million better ways of having a discussion about our different views and opinions. I blew it way out of proportion. I‘m just.. I don’t know. I’m just scared of the possibility of your magic making you crazy, you know? So I assumed you weren’t in the right headspace but I get now that you were. I’m sorry for doubting you. And for yelling at you. I still don’t necessarily agree with what you did but I really am sorry for being such a dick.”

“You really were a dick, huh?” You smiled, making him laugh.

“So we good?” He grinned. You nodded before he pulled you into a hug. “You promise to tell me if you feel like you’re going crazy?”

“Mhm,” You smiled. It wasn’t a lie; you weren’t going crazy yet. You were just riding the magic high for a little longer.

“Okay,” He chuckled. “I’m gonna go to class. Meet us afterwards?”

———

“Someone help me?” You read off of Stiles’ phone. “What the hell?”

“Maybe she knows!” Scott offered, earning a glare from his best friends. “What?”

“Leave this to the big boys, alright?” Stiles patted his shoulder before turning to you. Allison smiled sympathetically at her boyfriend, holding his hand. “What do you think?”

“Honestly? I don’t think this has any correlation to Derek. You remember how she screamed at the ice rink? It might just be a case of PTSD,” You said, looking down at the screen again. “A really weird one.”

“So what’s the plan for chemistry? I heard we’re doing something weird today. I don’t know if we’ll be able to keep an eye on her the whole time,” Allison spoke up. The four of you looked into the classroom to see Lydia mindlessly doodling in her notebook. You moved aside as the last student from the previous class walked past you before you got an idea.

“Hey, your name’s Nicole, right?” You smiled at the girl, earning a friendly lab. “What are we doing in Chem today?”

“Some lab where we turn goo into crystals. We switched partners a few times,” She answered kindly.

“How many times?” Allison asked.

“Like four.”

“Okay, thanks!” You smiled before turning back to the pack. “Four. That’s perfect! We just have to take turns as her partner!”

“Will do.”

“Sounds good.”

“Shoot.. Guys, we have company,” Allison said as you all walked in. You all rushed to take the seat next to Lydia, earning an odd glare from her and the rest of class.

“I mean I know I’m popular but this is new,” She blinked. You all chuckled before Mr Harris spoke up. He began with his usual insult before explaining the lab.

“You’re going to combine efforts through a round of group experiments. Let’s see if two heads are indeed better than one. Or in this group’s case,” He said, looking over at the four of you hovering above Lydia. “Less than one. Erica, you take the first station. You’ll start with-“

He paused when the hands of virtually every teen boy’s hands flew up.

“I didn’t ask for volunteers. Put your hormonal hands down. You’ll start with Mr. McCall,” Mr Harris said before looking over at the four of you again, assigning you all to your stations. Allison was up first with Lydia followed by you then Scott.

Towards the end of class, Stiles switched seats with the girl next to you to have the chance to be your partner for the last rotation.

“Hi,” He greeted.

“Hi,” You smiled. “You’re going to get in trouble.”

“No, I won’t!”

“Mr. Stilinski,” Mr. Harris called as if on cue, drawing all eyes on your boyfriend. “You’re supposed to be at Station Two.”

“But-“

“I don’t want to hear an excuse. You’re lucky I decided against giving you detention. Go!”

“Fine..” Stiles grumbled, gathering his stuff and plopping down at Station Two. He looked over at his partner to see Isaac staring back at him with a smirk. “Great. Of course he’d put me with the killer werewolf.”

“I haven’t killed anyone yet,” Isaac smiled before looking at Lydia who was leaning forward, talking to you. Stiles followed his gaze before frowning.

“If you keep trying to make a move on my girlfriend or lay a hand on her best friend, I’m gonna turn your little werewolf ass into a fur coat and give it to her as a birthday present,” Stiles threatened as he continued the experiment next to Isaac.

“Oh?” Isaac chuckled. “I’ll stop trying to make a move when I stop smelling her attraction towards me..”

“Spare me the fake details,” Stiles muttered, mixing the concoction in front of him. “I mean.. if you genuinely believe there’s some sort of special bond between you two, be my guest. She’s not into you, my guy. Just know I’m not too worried about it.”

“I would be,” Isaac chuckled, catching Stiles’ attention. “Don’t get me wrong, she likes you. Loves you even. But there’s a science behind attraction. Pheromones. And I can smell them. She digs me, bro. On a biological level.”

“I’m actually surprised you know such a big word,” Stiles said condescendingly. “Can you even spell the word pheromone?”

“Are you calling me dumb?”

“The fact that you’re asking me for clarification,” Stiles began, looking straight into Isaac’s eyes. “Answers your question.”

“I don’t like you.”

“Cry me a river,” Stiles scoffed.

“Mm, no. I think I’ll fuck your girlfriend instead,” Isaac smiled as he looked back at you, gaining Stiles’ wide-eyed death glare. Isaac shrugged. “I’ve never been very good at crying.”

“Alright, class! Move to your last station!”

“I thought we were only moving four times,” Scott asked Harris.

“Mr. McCall, I’d be more concerned with the state of your crystal than the amount of stations I’m making you move to,” He replied. You all looked at one another before seeing Isaac slip into the seat next to Lydia. There wasn’t much you could do but finish your projects and keep an eye on her from a distance.

You finished your project with another student, proudly lifting up a crystal. You looked to your left only to be greeted by Stiles holding up something that looked like cement in his beaker.

“Now for the part of that last experiment I’m sure you’ll all enjoy,” Mr. Harris smiled. “You can eat it.”

Stiles shot you a look of disgust, making you giggle.

“Go ahead,” You smiled from the desk beside him. “Eat it.”

He scrunched his nose. “Hell no! This looks like the cafeteria’s mashed potatoes.”

“Here, you can eat mine,” You held up your crystal and held it out for him to take a bite. He smiled and took a bite, only for the rest of it to crumble into pieces.

“Oh, man,” He mumbled. “I was gonna give the other half to you.”

“LYDIA!” Scott jumped up, making everyone gasp from his volume. Your eyes quickly shifted to Lydia who sat in her seat in shock, waiting for Scott to say something.

“What?” She asked.

“Uh..” Scot hesitated before realizing he couldn’t do anything about the crystal that was covered in venom. “Nothing.”

The class fell to silence, all watching him as he stood awkwardly behind her before he took his seat again.

She took a bite into the crystal. You waited for her to have a reaction but it never came. The bell rang a few minutes later and she practically skipped out of the classroom.

“Follow me,” Stiles took your hand and led you all to Coach’s empty office for a quick talk.

“Derek’s outside waiting for Lydia,” Scott explained.

“Waiting to kill her?” Allison asked.

“If he thinks she’s the Kanima, then yes,” He nodded. “Especially after what happened at the pool.”

“It’s not her,” Stiles argued.

“Stiles, she didn’t pass the test, man. Nothing happened,” Scott said softly.

“No, it can’t be her,” You agreed. “I feel like I should have some sort of gut feeling, you know?”

“It doesn’t matter because Derek thinks it’s her,” Allison intervened. “So either we can convince him that he’s wrong, or we’ve gotta figure out a way to protect her.”

“I doubt he’ll try anything here,” You chimed in.

“True. Not at school anyways,” Scott nodded.

“What about after school?” Allison questioned. You and Scott fell silent again. “Well what if we can prove Derek’s wrong?”

“By 3:00?” Stiles scoffed.

“Yeah, there could be something in the bestiary!”

“Oh, you mean the 900-page book written in archaic Latin that none of us can read?” Stiles deadpanned. “Good luck with that.”

“Actually I think I might be able to translate it,” You said, gaining everyone’s eyes. “What? You told me to learn Latin so I’ve been learning Latin. I can’t translate it perfectly but I can try.”

“That’ll do. Uh, I can talk to Derek,” Scott suggested. “Maybe convince him to give us a chance to prove that it’s not her. But if anything happens, you guys let me handle it, okay?”

“What does that mean?” Al asked.

“It means you can’t heal like I do,” He admitted.

She reached into her bag and grabbed a crossbow. “I can protect myself.”

“Same here,” You smiled. Stiles gave you a look. “What?”

“You still can’t control it, Y/N. It’s probably better if you don’t use magic today,” He spoke softly. “Let’s just keep you out of the crossfire, yeah?”

“Come on! I can be of use today,” You pouted.

“Same,” Allison nodded.

“No, he’s right. I don’t want you guys getting hurt,” Scott nodded before turning to his girlfriend.

“Fine,” You sighed, leaning next to Stiles. You looked over at him and saw him messing with Allison’s crossbow as Scott spoke to her. You zoned out slightly as you watched Stiles pretend to aim and shoot it at Scott.

“Seriously, if anything goes wrong, you call me, okay? I don’t care if your dad finds out. Call, text, scream, yell, whatever. I’ll hear you and I’ll find you as fast as I can,” He grabbed her face, looking deeply into her eyes.

You heard a snort come from your boyfriend. You looked up at Stiles to see that he was laughing at the theatrics of the couple in front of you.

“Stop that,” You whispered to your boyfriend, trying to hold back a laugh as the couple continued on with their conversation. “Let them have their moment.”

“I can’t help it. They’re so dramatic,” He whispered back, catching Scott’s attention.

“Can you guys fuck off?” He huffed.You no liner could hold back a chuckle. Stiles grinned before taking your face into his hands. “Can you blame me for being nervous-“

“Call, text, scream, yell, whatever!” He exclaimed with exaggerated passion.

“You promise you’ll hear me and find me as fast as you can?!” You grabbed at your chest before he kissed you dramatically.

“You two really couldn’t be more perfect for each other if you tried,” Allison rolled her eyes.

“Quick, let’s see who can get their tongue furthest down the other one’s throat!” Stiles pulled away briefly only to lean back in with his tongue sticking out.

“Ew,” You laughed, pushing him away and making him giggle. “Sorry, Scotty. I promise we’ll be careful. If worst comes to worst, I got their backs.“

“Thanks, Y/N,” He smiled, pulling you in for a quick hug. “Be careful, asshole.”

“You too,” You muttered before letting go.

He nodded before turning around and walking back into the hallway. The three of you waited for a moment before Stiles went to go find Lydia. You followed Allison to the library so that you could connect the flash drive to a computer. You took the seat next to hers as she pulled up the page that spoke of the Kanima.

“God, this might be a little out of my reach,” You breathed as you attempted to read the words.

“It’s okay, just try.”

“Okay, uh,” You cleared your throat before continuing. “Kanima. Like the wolf, it’s power is greatest at the moon’s peak… Hold on, what does this mean..?”

“You speak French and take Spanish, fill in the blank,” Allison sighed. You have her a look, annoyed with her pushy tone. “Uh, sorry. I meant to say please.”

“Alright, it says that like the wolf, the Kanima is a social creature, but where the wolf seeks a pack, the Kanima seeks… a friend?” You finished. “What does that mean?”

“Maybe it’s lonely?” Allison asked before a look of realization dawned upon her. “Oh my god. Like a teenager.”

You gathered Lydia and Jackson as soon as the bell rang and drove them to Scott’s house. As soon as you all got into the foyer, Stiles turned around and locked every single lock on the front door before turning around to see Lydia’s confused and unamused look

“Uh, there’s been a few break-ins around the neighborhood,” Stiles pursed his lips.

You grabbed a nearby chair and placed it under the door handle, shifting their attention to you.

“And a murder,” You added.

“Yeah, it was bad,” Stiles agreed, trying not to smile. Lydia furrowed her brows, opening her mouth to say something before Jackson beat her to it.

“Lydia, follow me. I need to talk to you for a minute,” He said before leading her to Scott’s room.

“Nice job, you two,” Allison chuckled. “That was almost convincing!”

“Almost?” You and Stiles questioned.

“Well, I for one think we were pretty damn good,” He smiled, giving you a high five.

The three of you continued to chat for the next hour, choosing to ignore the argument that was taking place upstairs. You made sure to lock every door and window around the house. You opted to stay at the entrance of the house because it allowed you to have a better view of the street.

“The sun’s going down,” You mumbled, gaining the attention of the two teenagers. “They should be coming soon.”

“They’re here,” Allison whispered, peeking out of the window. Stiles’ eyes widened before he scrambled to the nearest window, taking a look for himself. “We need to call Scott.”

“Here,” Stiles dug his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Allison. She told Scott it was time for him to come home before hanging up and handing it back to Stiles. You all sat around for another ten minutes, waiting in anticipation for them to attack but nothing happened. “What are you doing?”

You looked over at Allison to see her messing on her phone. She looked up with teary eyes.

“I think… I think I have to call my dad,” Her voice was shaky.

“No, but if he finds you here, you and Scott-“ Stiles protested.

“I know,” She interrupted, making the room fall to silence. “But what are we supposed to do? They’re not here to scare us, okay? They’re here to kill Lydia.”

You all stopped and glanced back at the pack of werewolves that slowly paced around in the front yard. You looked over at Allison, seeing her antsy hands debate on calling her father.

“I got an idea,” Stiles said, looking at Allison. “Just shoot one of them.”

“Are you serious?” She breathed.

“We told Scott we could protect ourselves, so let’s do it,” Stiles spoke as if he didn’t know who he was convincing; the two of you or himself. “Or at least give it a shot, right?”

“Okay,” Allison said.

“What about me?” You asked.

“Hold off for a second. They don’t think we’re going to fight. So if one of them gets hit, I guarantee they’ll take off,” He shrugged. “So just shoot one of them.”

Allison slowly moved the curtain and looked out again. “Which one?”

“Derek. Yeah, shoot him. Preferably in the head,” Stiles said.

“If Scott can catch an arrow, Derek definitely can,” Allison shook her head.

“Okay, then shoot Isaac,” Stiles muttered, recalling their earlier conversation. “Again, preferably in the head.”

“Isaac’s not out there.”

“What do you mean? I just saw him,” You protested, peeking out to see only the other three standing together. You felt your stomach drop before seeing Allison aim. You looked over at her right as a hand reached out for her and knocked her to the ground. “What the-“

You felt someone flip you over their shoulder, and next thing you knew, you were lying on the floor gasping for the air that got knocked out of you.

“Hey!” Stiles shouted before Isaac sent him flying backwards into the wall. He groaned as he hit the floor. He looked up to see Isaac was making his way back to you. “Now, Y/N! Use your magic now!”

You smiled. The energy you’d been pushing down since that morning all rushed into you within milliseconds. It was a different sensation than before; your hands no longer misted and your chest didn’t feel as heavy. This was less overwhelming and less powerful but easier to control. It wasn’t coming from a place of emotions, you’d consciously summoned the magic.

“Y-your eyes are glowing green!” Stiles called, worried it was a bad sign.

“You sure want a round two, Lahey?” You smirked, hopping back onto your feet. “You weren’t much of a match this morning. What changed?”

“I’m actually trying to hurt you now,” He smiled before lunging at you. You held out your hand, focusing on and sent him flying back.

“This is you trying? How cute!” You laughed, looking at Allison and motioning upstairs with your head. She nodded and ran up. “Go.”

He growled with frustration before jumping on his feet and running towards you. You put your hand up but he dodged the force you sent his way. Your eyes widened before you jumped out of his way, kicking off of a nearby wall and running around him. He was right on your heels though. You thought you’d successfully dodged him before you felt his hand grab a fistful of you hair and pull you back, sending your body flying towards the front door. You grunted before looking up to see you’d landed between Erica’s legs.

“And you call yourself a witch,” She sneered, lifting you up by your shirt and holding you in the air. “Where is she?”

“Who? You’re gonna have to be a little more specific. There are a few women here,” You smiled.

She frowned before launching you into the dining room table. You felt the wood break against your back as you flew into it. You groaned again, feeling the pain erupt in your ribs as you rolled on your side. You coughed as you sat up, seeing dribbles of blood fly from your lips. Erica giggled before slowly making her way back to you. She pushed your shoulder back into the broken table, making you hiss from pain.

“I’m gonna ask you one more time. And if you don’t answer me, well,” She hovered above you and looked to her left. You saw Isaac holding his claws up to Stiles’ neck, similar to the way Peter held Kate in her last moments. “We kill him.”

You felt your chest tighten with anxiety before a wave of anger settled into your chest. Before you knew it, you felt the familiar black mist take over your mind one again. Your eyes no longer shine green; instead, they were now completely dark, the black covering even the whites in your eyes. Your hands began to mist and the pain in your body subsided into nothingness as magic pumped powerfully through every vein in your body.

“That little magic trick with your eyes doesn’t scare me, princess. Where is she?” Erica purred. “WHERE IS SH-“

She grabbed at her throat as she tried to choke in some air. You stared blankly at her, not moving a muscle as you lifted her and launched her backwards with lethal force. Your eyes snapped towards the claws that teased at your boyfriend’s flesh. Isaac’s eyes widened with fear before his wrist snapped backwards, touching the back of his forearm. He screeched in pain and dropped to the ground, gripping his arm.

“Okay, Y/N! That’s enough!” Stiles cried as you walked toward Isaac. You looked up blankly before fixing your gaze on the boy whimpering on the floor again. “Y/N! Don’t!”

You lifted your hand, not knowing exactly what force would come out, wanting nothing more than to see the boy who threatened your boyfriend dead, when out of the corner of your eye, you saw Erica run up stairs. Your head snapped her way before running towards the stairs to stop her from finding Lydia.

“Scott!” Stiles breathed as he saw his best friend run into the dining room. “She’s out of control again!”

“Who? Lydia?!” He asked, looking over to see you running up the stairs. “Oh shit..”

Scott didn’t hesitate to follow you, jumping over the rubble and onto the stairs. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back. He almost gasped at the sight of your eyes; completely overtaken by darkness, ready to kill.

“Let go of me! She’s going after Allison!”

Allison. He faltered; every cell in his body was telling him to go protect his girlfriend. But something told him that if he left you in this state, you’d kill Derek’s pack without hesitation. He smelled your craving to kill; there was a chance you wouldn’t just stop with his pack. Morally, he couldn’t leave you alone, regardless of Allison’s dangerous situation.

“Look at me!” He shouted, showing his golden eyes.

“Let go!” You pleaded.

“I SAID LOOK AT ME!” He roared. Your body instantly stopped fighting his grip, relaxing into his touch as you looked into his eyes. “Snap out of it! Fight it! You’re stronger than this.”

He watched as the whites of your eyes and your Y/E/C orbs returned to normal. You gasped before blinking in confusion, looking around at your surroundings.

“You good?” He asked urgently.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” You nodded before looking towards his room. “Oh my god, Allison. Erica was-”

“Go find Stiles, I got Al,” He ordered before running off.

You slowly made your way back downstairs, grabbing at your throbbing ribs as you hobbled into the entryway. You quickly found your boyfriend, hovering over Isaac. They both looked up at you as you walked into the dining room. Your heart sank at the look of fear they both gave you. What have you done?

You awkwardly wrapped your arms around yourself, opening your mouth to say something before hearing Scott come back downstairs with Erica dangled limply on his shoulder. He grabbed the collar of Isaac’s shirt before opening the door and throwing them both out of the house. Allison and Stiles both followed Scott out but you hesitated, not knowing if they wanted to be near you. You didn’t even want to be near you.

Stiles noticed your hesitation and reached out his hand, inviting you to come with him. You looked at it before back into his warm gaze, taking his hand into yours as he guided you onto the porch. The four of you looked down at Derek proudly.

“I think I’m finally getting why you keep refusing me, Scott,” The Alpha spoke. “You’re not an Omega. You’re already an Alpha of your own pack… But you know you can’t beat me.”

“I can hold you off until the cops get here,” Scott responded as distant sirens grew louder. Footsteps scurried along the roof, catching everyone’s attention. You all ran out from under the roof to catch a glimpse of the Kanima. It looked over at you all and screeched before running off. You felt Stiles grab your waist and pull you in subconsciously.

Lydia’s heels clanked on the ground as she ran out of the house.

“Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on!?” She demanded.

“…It’s Jackson,” Scott muttered.

———

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