A/n: this is inspired by badboy_stilinski and her recent update she tagged me in. Feels, fr....

I stared at him. He was so beautiful. Inside, and out. It wasn't about how attractive he was anymore.

"WHY DO YOU LOVE ME?" He demanded. He was crying, and it tugged at my chest to see him in so much pain.

"You're amazing," I whispered.

"I'm ruined," he said back.

I took a step closer to him. "You're lost," I corrected. "Broken." He looked away, blinking hard, trying not to cry. "But that's why I love you." He looked at me again. "You're not perfect, Stiles. No one is. The things you did..." I closed my eyes. "They were unspeakable. But they weren't you." I opened them.

"Allison... You. I could have killed you, Y/N! If not for..." He was sobbing and I pulled him into my arms.

"Why do you love Lydia?" I whispered.

"Because she's so strong. So brilliant. She hides her greatness for fear of not being the best. She's been sucked into popularity. Pretty has ruined her... She's drowning in it. In all this."

"And you can save her?" I whispered in his ear.

He pulled back and look at me. "What are you trying to save me from?" He asked, looking deeply into my eyes.

"The same thing you're trying to save Lydia from." I paused. "Herself"

I turned around and walked to the door.  We were in his room. He'd called me with another nightmare about what he'd done as the Nogistune.

"I want you to know something,"
I said.

"Yeah?"

"It wasn't you. Not really," I said. "I will always love you. No matter what."

"Scott-"

"Scott can kiss my ass," I snapped. I spun around. "Allison may have been his girlfriend, but she was my sister. My twin sister. My identical twin sister. I have to look in the mirror and see Allison every. Single. Day." I looked very seriously at Stiles. "If I can do that and still love you when I look into the face of the person who murdered my sister-or the person who's face he was wearing at the time-then he can too. And if he can't..." I shrugged.

"I need him. He's my best friend. My brother."

"He'll get over it. It's Scott. And like you said. He's your brother."

I was crying now. "You are so brilliant, Stiles. You've been this pillar of light. You're like..." I paused. "You know that book I told out about? The Maze Runner?"

He nodded. "I read the whole series to you," he said. "And?"

"Remember Newt?" I whispered.

He nodded again. "The glue." He rolled his eyes. "Poor guy..."

"You're our Newt, Stiles. You're our Glue. You save everyone, make everyone happy. Cracking jokes, being sarcastic. You saved everyone. Everyone but yourself."
I walked to him and touched his face. "Let me save you," I whispered. "Please."

He leaned into my hand. "Okay."

I hugged him again.

"Y/n?" He whispered.

"Yeah?"

He paused then pulled back, moving me in one maneuver from a big, to a-

A kiss....

His lips were soft, so his busted lip rubbed against my lips. I could taste his blood in my mouth, which would be weird when I thought about it later but didn't matter right now. He moved his hand to my waist and pulled me closer.

I gasped, pulling back. "Why did Ky do that?" I asked desperately.

"I may love Lydia, but that doesn't matter. I have decided to move on. And I love the fact that my little crush on you, the one I've been denying so long, is there. Because you make me happy. You've already saved me. Because around you..." He chuckled. "Around you, I don't see Allison. I don't see Scott or Lydia. I don't see 'Void Stiles' when I look in the mirror. I see me." He caressed my cheek. "And I can't thank you enough for that. I can never repay you for what you've given me."

I smiled weakly. "Anything for you."

He hugged me again. "You can't leave okay? You can't yell at me. You can't hate me. You're all I have." He begged, pleaded.

"Not even when you're irritatingly attractive and drooling all over Lydia when I'm right here drooling all over you?" I asked, my mood falling.

"Especially then," he joked. I laughed dryly. He pulled back, looking at me seriously. "But that won't happen. Not anymore."

"You deserve someone amazing, Stiles. You deserve a Lydia-but one that completely appreciates you," I said. "I'm not-"

He covered my mouth. "Don't. Even. Say it." He let his hand fall, his eyes softening again. "Besides, I can settle with a(n) (Y/n)" he said softly, smiling sweetly.

I melted, busting into tears.

"Don't cry," he whispered, his mile growing. "I won't be cute anymore if it's going to make you cry."

"No! No be cute. I just... Ugh." I laughed.

"We've been through enough pain. Enough hard times. Enough loops and enough knives have stabbed us in the back. I think we have earned the right to some happiness"

"My happiness was always you," I said, smirking.

"Aw! See? You can be cute too," he joked lightly. I laughed.

I paused. "I just realized... This is the first time we've laughed since Void Stiles devoured Real Stiles," I said, thinking. "Really laughed. Like, actual, genuine, REAL laughter." I looked at him, full of joy and exhilaration in the first time since forever. "Oh my gosh..."

He tiled his head, pursing his lips, as if agreeing while weighing the answer at the same time. "True... I guess you just being out the best in me," he said.

"We bring out the best in each other," I corrected. We sat in silence a few seconds. Beautiful, sweet silence. "I love you Stiles."

He looked down. "And you were talking about how I deserved better," he said sourly. "I can't... I won't lie to you. But I do like you."

It hurt. But not as much as I thought. I knew he didn't love me. Not yet. Like was how a good relationship started. Like was good. "I didn't say I love you to hear you say it back. I said it so you'd know," I said softly.

He looked up at me, eyes sparkling like he was daydreaming. Or feeling déja vu. "Woah..."

"What?"

"N-nothing. Just kiss me."

"Don't have to tell me twice." I giggled, kissing him. That night, we slept in his bed. We didn't do anything, just cuddled. In that moment, we were happy. In that moment we were fine. In that moment of peace, nothing could touch us. In that moment of bliss we were... Just regular teenagers who were dating. Regular teenagers with no problems but homework and chores and boys/girls.

And it was fantastic.