THIRD PERSON

    It's been two months since Stiles Stilinski broke up with Y/N.He thought he was doing something to keep her safe, taking away a weakness of his for enemies to torture. It wasn't the best way spend his junior year, single. He had to admit it. It's been hell. Two months of having to walk out of his classes and not see her happily waiting for him. Two months of no sweet kisses. Two months of regretful stares. Two months of thinking about her for three hours before he could fall asleep.

  And things weren't any better for Y/N.

 Two months of not being able to rant to someone who would shut her up with a long kiss. Two months of walking through the halls, no arm laying across her shoulders. Two months of sobbing to Lydia Martin. Two months of longing stares to the most attractive boy she's ever seen in her teenage life, one that actually liked her. Past tense, apparently.

   That was the most dramatic thing to happen to the pack in the past few months. But now, something had popped up. Something, again, that was probably going to get most of them killed.

    A deadpool.

 All three parts of the list of supernatural had been revealed, all possessing numbers next to them. They were preventing people from dying, saving lives, getting rid of assassins. 

    Until one casual afternoon, Lydia passed out. Or- they thought she did when she collapsed to the ground with her eyes shut. On the way down, her hands swiped paper. Her hands began shaking, ripping pieces of paper apart into shapes, they saw. Once she stopped, she awoke with a gasp, no recollection of what she'd done.

  "Lydia? Are you all right?" Scott asked Lydia as he helped her stand up. She nodded, thanking him. Stiles was busy picking up the paper and the pieces she'd ripped, noticing they weren't shapes. They were letters.

    Stiles began arranging them, trying to find the word or name, and the first thing he thought of- the first word he put together.

     Y/N.

 "Lydia. . ." He cautiously asked. "Why did you rip out Y/N's name?"

   "I- I don't know." She shook her head, looking down to the letters with wide eyes. "But- I don't have a good feeling about it."

  Everyone was extremely confused. Y/N wasn't supernatural. It's not like she was stolen or worse, murdered by an assassin, right?

    Right?

 "Where's Y/N?" Stiles quickly asked, instantly worried. "Where is she?"

  "Stiles," Lydia winced. "She wasn't here at school today."

 "Shit. . ." He breathed out, running a hand through his hair. "O-okay. I'll check her house, Scott, you come with so we can get a scent, Lydia, you call us if she comes here, okay?"

  Scott nodded and Lydia, agreed, heading to the front of the school. Stiles snatched his keys from his pockets with shaking hands, Scott following as they walked to the parking lot. Stiles practically sprinted to the jeep, Scott hopping in the passenger side. Stiles slammed the driver door once he got in, attempting to shove the keys into the ignition. His hands were shaking so much, the key wouldn't go, continuously missing the slot. Scott gave his friend a sorry look as he struggled.

   "Stiles." He tried to calm him, but Stiles only tried shoving the keys harder as he gripped the wheel. Scott grabbed the top of his hand, stopping Stiles. Stiles let out a breath as he shut his eyes, letting Scott put the key into the ignition. He nodded and started the car, putting the jeep in drive.

   Stiles made his way to her house simply on memory, although the memory stung that he wasn't on the way to his girlfriend's house. He was searching for his missing ex-girlfriend.

  Stiles parked in the driveway and immediately left, rushing through the front door. He was lucky the family she had in the house was actually out at work right now. He jumped up the stairs, bursting into her room, the handle of the door slamming into the wall behind it.

   "She's not here." Stiles sighed, running his hands through his hair again, forcefully this time. "Scott, she's not here.

  "It's okay." Scott assured him. "I'll- I need something she wears a lot."

 Stiles nodded frantically as he ripped open a drawer of her dresser, seeing it was her pajama drawer. He shuffled through, noticing some he'd never seen before, so she probably didn't wear it often. He pulled out a shirt he found, before his eyebrows furrowed.

    It was his.

 He looked to it as he unfolded it, seeing the plain grey shirt. He remembered how much she loved to wear it. Did she still? Has she even looked at it since he broke things off? Stiles wished she did, hoping she wore it a lot.

  "Try this." Stiles handed it out. Scott grabbed it, before noticing it wasn't really a girls pajama shirt.

   "Stiles, this is your-"

 "Just- please, try it." Stiles pleaded. Scott lifted the t-shirt to his nose,  inhaling the scent, he smelled that it wasn't Stiles' scent. It was Y/N's.

   "I got it." Scott nodded, tossing the t-shirt to Stiles, who was exploding on the inside. She still wore it. So, did this mean she missed him? Like he's bee missing her? With a quick smile, he placed the t-shirt back on top of the dresser, running out of the room with Scott. They quickly made it to the jeep, Stiles backing out of the driveway at break-neck speed. He sped down the road, Scott's head out the window as he told him- to turn left.

  "Left? Scott-that's the woods!" He yelled to him. Scott fell back in, nodding.

  "Just go!"

  Stiles served into the woods, speeding past trees, the sun falling. It was getting darker and darker as they drove further in. Stiles slowed as the trees got thicker, the jeep not being able to fit.

   He turn it off, hopping out the same time Scott did. He snatched the bat from under the seat as he shut the door, following Scott as he ran. They dodged around trees, leaves swooshing around their feet.

    "Please! Please stop! I don't know anything!" A voice cried out. Chills ran up and down Stiles' body at the recognition of the voice, adrenaline pumping now. They ran a few more yards, before spotting a body in leather, holding a weapon to Y/N, who was tied to a tree.

  "But you do! They'll come for you and when they do, I'll have the top item of the list. Scott McCall.

 For the unfortunate fact the assassin wasn't facing Scott and Stiles, both tiptoed behind her, making the least noise they could. Scott raised his claws, before Stiles swung across his body, slamming the bat to the body's head. They collapsed and looked like they didn't have intentions of getting up.

   "Y/N. . ." Stiles breathed out in relief, dropping the bat to the dirt. She cried at the amazing sight of safety, as Scott snapped the ropes. She fell forward and straight into Stiles, who wrapped his arms instantly around her. Y/N let her tears free as she relaxed into his hold, Stiles letting her.

   It felt so good to hold her again. To know he was the reason why made him feel unbelievable. He and Scott had just saved her. And here she was, in his arms, happy he was here. He pulled her closer, feeling her arms slip through his.

  Stiles felt Scott take the jeep keys from his hand, leaving the situation to them. Stiles mentally thanked Scott for leaving them alone.

   "I'm so glad you're here." He heard Y/N whisper. His heart warmed up.

 "Really?" Stiles lit up.

  "Yeah. You and Scott really are my best friends."

  Stiles heart snapped. "Oh, yeah." He nodded softly.

 "Don't say "oh" like that, Stiles." Y/N sighed sadly.

   "L-like what?" he froze.

 "Like you're sad." She huffed. "You broke me, Stiles. Not the other way around. You chose this."

"I chose to keep you safe. Which- still didn't happen." Stiles grunted, moving away from Y/N to look her in the eye.

  "What are you talking about?" Y/N furrowed her eyebrows.

 "When you're with me, they'll know." Stiles sighed. "Just like they just did. They'll use you as a weakness and hurt you."

   "Stiles, exactly." She pointed out. "It's too late. I'm already a part of this! Whether or not I spend it with you really isn't up to you!"

  "I can't watch you die, Y/N!" Stiles shouted, making her flinch. He took a deep breath and ran his hands over his face. "I- I can't, I won't be able to handle that."

  "And I can't handle not being with you, Stiles." Y/N whispered. "I was so used to you, always being there for me and being- mine. Now, you're not and I'm doing everything alone. Stiles, I miss you."

  The words broke him, just like these past months have. He missed her too.

 "Y/N, I-," Stiles sighed, shaking his head.

"What's stopping you?" She wondered. Stiles was left speechless again.

"I just-"

    Y/N decided if words wouldn't win him over so she took two bold steps forward and placed her hands on either side of his face, pushing her lips to his. She heard the gasp of surprise before he relaxed to her touch. One of his hands clasped one side of her head, the other snaking to the small of her back, pushing her further into him. Their lips moved quickly over one another, in fear the other would pull away. The pulled and groped, soft moans escaping when their lips parted slightly. Both wanted to take a breath, so they pulled away slowly.

   "Oh my god. . ." Stiles whispered, his lips still tingling.

 "How do you feel now?" Y/N asked hopefully. He let a smile fall on his face, placing his forehead on hers.

   "I feel like I need to keep you next to me for the rest of my life."

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A/N:: i need this kind of love man. i dont wanna be kidnapped but hell sure, if stiles saves me.

  also kind of in a fucking pissed off mood so writing fluff was very difficult. but here it is lmao ily