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Fading Away || teen wolf
summary: y/n sacrificed himself to save the pack.
genre: angst, minor fluff scene, death
warnings: major character death, bloody, slight violence, angst, terribly written fluff, mild swearing
word count: 863
song that fits: lights are on or experience
a/n: this probably sucks. also, it's a male reader insert, imagine timothee chalamet or thomas brodie-sangster as the face claim.
If death doesn't take away your life then it takes away the life of those around you.
Family, friends, pets, peers, teachers, etc.
Someone who used to be alive always guessed what they thought death was like; quiet and calm as everything around you slowed down, your vision slowly going fuzzy at the edges before going pitch black.
Y/N L/N was his name.
Not many knew him; some might even dare say he was like a ghost. There one moment but blink and he's gone.
He was your classic A+ student, passing each of his classes with flying colours. He wasn't necessarily the best of athletes though but he always gave it his best.
Even if nobody was watching.
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A boy wearing a slightly oversized hoodie and a plain pair of jeans sat in the passenger seat of his best friends boyfriends blue Jeep.
He kept a careful eye out for the source of the murders that had been happening around Beacon Hills the last month.
He turned back to face his boyfriend, a slightly worried expression on his face, "Are you sure its a good idea for us to be searching for whatever-we-are-searching-for at this time of night?"
Stiles looked over at him, taking in every detail of his boyfriend.
The faint moonlight shone down through the trees, just sneaking its way onto his face, making his ocean blue eyes somewhat shine in the moonlight.
His hair wasn't styled, hair sticking out but it suited him and Stiles loved that about him.
He loved how Y/N always borrowed stole his hoodies from his wardrobe, refusing to give them back because he loved the scent of them.
He loved how Y/N always pulled on a brave face, never backing down from a challenge, even if he was injured. How he always put those around him first, even if nobody noticed.
How he always tried to help, even if it was a situation completely out of his control.
There was no doubt, that he was the bravest, kindest and strongest person Stiles had ever met.
Stiles did a little 'sort of, sort of not' head movement, trying to find the right words.
A small chuckle escaped the boys look, "Of course not but I suppose that's what we do," he joked, looking out the wind again.
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Small huffs and pants came from the boys lips as he ran into the broken down warehouse, Stiles a few meters behind.
He stood still on the spot upon seeing the sight before him;
Derek, Scott, Isaac, and Peter were all standing together with their glowing eyes, growling at the person/creature who had been creating the murders across Beacon Hills.
He looked around, trying to figure out some sort of plan or way that he could help, hating the feeling of being useless.
Y/N had always felt that he needed to give and help, to stop standing around aimlessly and to put others first and to not think about himself before others.
He wasn't raised this way by his family, I mean they did teach him to help others and try to put them first but he raised himself this way mostly.
Ever since his parents death that was...
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His eyes widened in horror as he sprinted outside.
One of his closest friends Scott, stumbled as he stood up, blood soaking his clothing and dribbling down the left side of his face; a small pool of crimson liquid forming on the cement.
The murder smiled a deathly smirk, making his way over to the blood-soaked werewolf.
The next few moments were all a blur for everyone.
His legs carried him across the ground quicker than ever, running with more purpose than ever.
His hands grabbed ahold of his best friends shoulders, shoving him a few meters away from the killer seconds before a dagger plunged into his stomach.
He looked at his stomach where the dagger shone in the moonlight before looking up at the killers face; a sick pale colour, his face all mangled, dried blood all over his cheeks.
Multiple different sounds echoed through the air at that moment:
"Y/N!" Lydia's scream came first, a second after the dagger was plunged into his stomach.
After was a pair of familiar footsteps, a pair that he knew too damn well.
Stiles.
He felt a pair of arms catch his body before he made contact with the ground, his eyes watering slightly.
A mixture of shock and pain.
"No... don't leave us Y/N," Stiles whispered to him, placing his lips on his boyfriends head, not removing them though.
Tears fell down the boys cheeks, wetting his shirt but he didn't care.
"Please don't leave me Y/N... please," he begged quietly as he cried.
Y/N looked up at him weakly, giving him a small smile of assurance, "I love you Stiles... it's okay," he said softly before his eyes dipped closed forever.
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Not many people were fazed by the boys 'unknown' death.
A lot of people carried out with their lives, ignoring the empty locker in the hallway that was no longer used, just sitting there as a reminder for those who loved the boy.
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Walking disaster || lydia martin
summary: stiles' sister is the definition of a walking disaster but one day something truly bad happens.
genre: angst, some fluff
warnings: death, blood, small violence, mild swearing, angst, mentions of parental loss
word count: 943
song that fits: don't give up on me
a/n: this was a request from @just-me-in-my-head; hopefully it's okay but I personally think it sucks.
Y/N Stilinski was much like her brother but that was expected when you were a twin.
She had struggled like the rest of her family when her mum died but in a way she took it harder than the rest of them.
She was the only female in the family so to lose her mum at such a young age hit hard.
Over time, it gradually got better but there would always be a small, empty void-like hole in her heart where she lacked a motherly figure.
Like Stiles, she was curious, sarcastic and smart. She also, had a crush on the school queen, Lydia Martin.
The beautiful strawberry blonde that could persuade anyone to do anything, anywhere.
But she didn't mention it to anyone.
She always hung back from attempting to reach out to the girl, afraid of rejection which most people (including Stiles) received.
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"Hey Y/N? You still with me?" Allison's voice brought the brunette out of her thoughts.
"Hm? Yeah," she said, in a slight daze as she looked over at her closest friend.
Her friend nodded unbelievingly, a small smile on her face.
"Okay,"
Y/N gave her a goofy smile and thumbs up, making the dark brunette laugh softly, shaking her head as she continued working on her assignment for English.
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"Are you sure it's a good idea for you to come with us to the clinic?" Scott asked, trying not to sound to rude but everyone knew about the girl's clumsiness.
"Yes," she answered straight away, not giving it a thought.
Allison and Isaac shared a look that said, 'She meant it as a joke right?'
Waiting a few seconds in awkward silence, the brunette gave up, huffing slightly.
"Fine. I'll stay behind with sourwolf," she grumbled, walking away from the group who wondered if they had upset the girl or if she was overreacting a little.
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So when the strawberry blonde joined the pack, the poor girl nearly fainted but not many people were shocked because they all had a small gut feeling that she had a crush on Lydia.
At first, Y/N didn't necessarily avoid Lydia but she didn't talk and interact with her much.
But overtime, Lydia and Allison became close friends so Lydia would end up hanging out with Y/N as well.
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The brunette sat quietly in the corner of the school library, waiting for Allison to make her way to the library for a study session.
After twenty-five minutes of waiting, the girl was close to giving up and leaving but in came Allison with Lydia behind her.
"Hey Y/N, sorry I'm so late," the girl apologized as she made her way to the table.
"It's alright," she said softly, moving her things over so that the small table would fit the trio.
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"Y/N!" a voice called out as Y/N was walking over to her car, the unexpected call of her name making her trip over her foot and face plant into the grass.
"Shit!" she cursed as she fell.
She quickly grabbed her backpack, wiping the dirt and grass off of her face and clothes.
"Are you okay?" Lydia asked her softly, quickly making her way over to the clumsy girl who nodded, "I'll probably have a bruised chin but otherwise I'll be okay,"
Lydia nodded, "Okay, that's good,"
"So, uh, is there anything that you needed?" the brunette asked, fiddling with her jumper's sleeves.
"Yeah, there is. I was actually wondering if you would go out with me this weekend," the strawberry blonde explained.
As soon as that sentence left the girls mouth, Y/N swore that her heart quit beating for a moment.
"Yes. I would love too," she said with a large Stilinski grin, trying not to burst with joy.
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One week later Y/N got into a car crash.
The police didn't reveal the cause to the public, creating rumours among the students which upset and angered the pack.
Some thought she had been drinking or was on drugs. Others thought that she had gotten into a fight or break-up but wasn't focused on the road.
But in reality, it was because a lone werewolf who was slightly mad in the brain had jumped out of the forest and attacked her car and her.
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The two car lights lit up the road as Y/N drove along the peaceful road at 8:34pm on a Thursday night.
Music from the 80s played softly from the speakers, making her tap her fingers to the rhythm.
A loud, howl like sound came from the forest on her left. She glanced out the window for not even a second before her car was tipped over, shards of glass flying everywhere, wedging themselves in her face and exposed arms.
A string of curses escaped her lips as her car tumbled off of the road, crashing into the trees.
She heard a nasty snarl as a clawed hand reached into the car, ripping the door off.
She looked into the werewolf's furious glowing yellow eyes, mouth glued shut.
She wanted to scream. Shout.
It took her a few seconds but she succeeded.
"HELP!" little did she know that her voice had reached the pack, hurting their ears slightly.
This ticked off the werewolf.
He reached in, grabbing her neck tightly, claws puncturing her neck, rivers of blood dribbling down and staining everything around her.
She took one last glance at the werewolf before her eyes closed.
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The strawberry blonde sat anxiously in the hospital chair positioned close to her girlfriends bed.
"Please wake up soon Y/N," she cried softly, clutching the brunettes hand desperately.
Then the monitor went berserk.
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