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IT'S YOU "STILES?"
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it's been 14 days since the death of the beloved y/n y/l/n and 9 days since stiles stilinski was placed in eichen house. from what his place-card read he was going insane. truth be told he was but he was also slowly dying. every time his eyelids shut, her voice constantly fills his head mumbling the last words she's ever said.
"it's ok-okay, i'll be w-with allison. we'll be tog-together. i love you stiles stilinski," she mumbled, her eyelids shutting a final time.
"make it stop," stiles cried as held his head in his hands. "make it stop please!" he said shouting at the empty air. "just let me be with her man please," stiles pleaded as tears rolled down his eyes.
he laid back in bed and stared at the night sky. he struggled to get a better view of it from his tiny window. "she loved the stars," he whispered to himself.
each member of the pack had visited stiles but it was so painful seeing their friend in that state. also, the fact that he constantly asked for y/n didn't help.
"it's okay. i'll be with you soon y/n," he whispered as he stared out the window.
the small room was silent except for the faint rustle of the trees or the wind but something broke the boy out of his trance.
"stiles."
he instantly shot up from his bed after hearing y/n's voice. "y/n, where'd you go?" he cried as he begin searching his room. after minutes of searching the same spots over and over he came to the conclusion she was gone.
"god damnit!" he yelled into his pillow.
"she's gone." he cried, before eventually falling asleep.
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"stiles!" y/n screamed as the sword was pulled out of her stomach. "y/n? y/n!" stiles yelled running over towards the girls body.
before he could reach her body he bolted awake in his bedroom. sweat covering his bedsheets, his dad sat, holding his shoulders with wide eyes. "stiles, are you okay son?" his dad asked, unsure what to do to help his son.
"dad?" stiles asked as he looked around his bedroom. "what happened? where's y/n?" stiles asked. "stiles, who the hell is y/n?" his dad asked still clutching onto his shoulders.
"no dad, she was here. she was right here." stiles said searching his bed as if she was a small item that got lost in his bedsheets.
"stiles listen to me! you've never told me about someone named y/n. are you sure you actually know someone by the name of y/n?" his dad asked. the more stiles thought of it the more he realized he had never met someone by the name of y/n. it was all just a dream.
"uh no, it was a dream. i'm j-just going to go back to bed." stiles whispered as he laid down, his face not facing his father.
his father let out a sigh before getting off his bed and turning off his light. "i'll be across the hall," he said before shutting his door.
that night stiles didn't sleep at all.
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"she had y/h/c hair and y/e/c eyes." stiles explained to the pack the next day. stiles had gone around the school asking everyone he saw if they knew someone who's name was y/n. unfortunately only one girl answered but said it was her grandmother.
the pack all just stared at stiles concerned, "stiles i think it was just a dream. we don't know a y/n," stiles let out a sigh before finally coming to the conclusion she wasn't real. everything was fine at beacon hills highschool until the middle of 4th period. the principal walked through the door of stiles stilinski's classroom, a girl trailing behind him.
"ah here she is!" the teacher said as he clapped his hands together. "class meet your new student y/n y/l/n." the teacher said, a smile placed on his face.
the name made stiles look up and gasp, scott and lydia staring at him in shock. "y/n?" he asked clearly not believing his eyes. "stiles?" she asked as her eyes went wide.not only did he dream of her, but she dreamt of him.
