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self-defense [stiles stilinski]

  ❝ all we do is drive, all we do is think about the feelings that we hide. ❞

Y/N folded her arms, almost to defend her own actions against the lyrics of the song that played from the jeep's radio at a dulled volume. The sounds of Stiles tinkering with the broken down jeep could be heard even from the passenger's seat, and he seemed to be getting increasingly frustrated with the vehicle. 

  ❝ all we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign.  ❞  

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the lyrics resonating with her all too well. It was true, Y/N and Stiles both shared feelings for one another, a fact that was made all the more clear when she kissed him to stop his panic attack a few years before. However, it seemed that no matter how strong their feelings were for each other, an obstacle was always put in the way of their budding relationship. 

For the first few years, it was always courage. Y/N was completely terrified of admitting she was in love with Stiles, and vice versa. She was quite a doubtful person, doubtful of herself and people she knew. She expected the worst type of reaction from Stiles if she confessed, no matter the fact that he was possibly the most understanding boy she knew. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, it was just the constant, overwhelming fear of rejection from someone she cared so deeply about. 

The next metaphorical obstacle was, of course, Stiles's girlfriend Malia Tate. Y/N was at first incredibly upset when he and the were-coyote first started dating, but grew to hide her feelings around them and get used to the issue. Still, she couldn't help painful pangs of jealousy hit her whenever they shared a moment of affection in front of the pack. Stiles had told her that they'd apparently broken it off, although he refrained from speaking about it in detail.

Deeply lost in her own thoughts, Y/N leaned her cheek against the cool glass of the window, blissfully unaware of what was going on outside until she heard a pained scream. The sound echoed throughout her brain, breaking her from her dream-like state. "Stiles?" She called, her voice edged with panic. 

Swinging open the jeep door and heading out into the dimly lit road, her first sight was the boy in question, struggling to break free from somebody's grasp. She recognized the guy as Donovan, somebody Stiles had mentioned as being troublesome. He was apparently a Chimera, and a dangerous one at that. 

Running over to Stiles practically at the speed of light, Y/N struggled to think of how to help him. Her brain scanned through different scenarios, and she mentally slapped herself for not bringing any sort of defense, not even a bat. 

Stiles seemed to be reaching for something as he struggled to break free from Donovan's grasp, and Y/N grabbed the silver wrench that lay on the hood of the jeep. Not thinking straight and desperate to help Stiles, she hit Donovan in the back of the head with the wrench using all the strength she had in her arms. Stunned, he fell backwards and collapsed on the ground, seemingly and hopefully unconscious. 

There was a brief moment where Y/N and Stiles caught each other's gaze and simply looked at each other, panting from the events of a minute ago, and then he grabbed her hand and started running towards the school. 

As they entered the dark school hallway, Y/N couldn't help glancing behind her, something she regretted as Donovan came into view behind them both. Chills ran down her spine and she struggled to keep running. Stiles felt the same, but he looked intent on getting away from the chimera. 

They finally reached the library door, one that required a pass to enter. Stiles retrieved his own one from his pocket, and slid the card into the slot on the door, his hands shaking violently. Y/N stood behind him, the fear running through her increasing when Donovan came close to them. He finally managed to open the library door, and the two of them managed to hurry into the large room with Donovan still on their tail.