Stiles Stilinski Imagines 🦊

:Jump:

* Listen to: Help - Hurts *

Word Count: 1,120 

My long Y/C/H hair swayed in the summer breeze. My feet were firmly planted in the edge of the roof of Motel Glen Capri. Lydia figured out that this place had history of suicides. The next three sacrifices were going to occur tonight. Three werewolves were going to die. Lydia, Allison, Stiles and myself just stopped Issac and Boyd from killing themselves. Our next target was Scott McCall. We were searching for our friend but something stopped me, causing me to stray from my friends. Before I realized I was walking up the stairs towards the roof. All I felt was dread and lost hope. The only thought that crosses my mind was, I needed to end it all. I kept hearing voices in my mind taunting me to jump. That it will be all over. I would no longer feel pain. The voices were stuck in an endless loop. Egging me on to jump.

"Come on Y/N. You are so close, just jump." Stiles spoke up from behind me as his hands gripped my waist.

I couldn't believe that he was pushing me to do it, "Stiles, how could you?"

"How could I what?" He cut me off as he placed his chin on my shoulder, "Come on, you don't really think we want you here? Do you?" His voice came out in a haunting whisper, "You weren't suppose to be part of the pack. But of course, Scott always welcomes strays."

I felt the hot tears threatening to spill out, "Stiles, I love you. How can you say these things?"

He let out a throaty laugh, "You love me?" He reached up to push my hair over my shoulder as he rubbed his nose against my cheek, "I don't love you, Y/N. How can I love someone so weak and pathetic?"

I could feel my soul crumble. This couldn't be the real Stiles. This was all in my head. Something was in this hotel trying to drive me insane.

"Jump," He continued to whisper, "Jump and it will all be over. You won't have to deal with the feeling of abandonment. There is a reason why you don't have any family. The people you associate yourself with, they aren't your friends. Scott, Allison, Lydia, Isaac," He began listing off as I felt him back up, "Stiles." His voice dropped deeper.

I turned while giving my back to the ledge. Stiles was replaced with the image of my dead father. His eyes were black as blood poured from his mouth, "You see what you did to me?!" His voice came out in a deep roar, "Jump!"

My eyes screwed shut as a small whimper left my lips. He was right. I was worthless and it was my fault that he was dead. This is for the best. Who knows maybe they would be better without me.

"Y/N!" A voice screamed out below me.

My eyes wandered down to see Stiles watching me with his mouth slightly opened fear in his eyes.

"Please Y/N! This isn't you. Whatever you see, it isn't real!" Allison cried out for me as Scott held her in his arms.

I had it made up in my mind. Eventually their voices turned muffled and static filled my ears. My arms spread open wide as a smile appeared on my lips. I was going to fly. I was going to be free. In a flash I slowly tipped backwards feeling my body drop. Air surrounded me sending a chill up my spine. In the last second of falling over I felt a hand grip my wrist. My body was swaying side to side against the building. I looked up to see Stiles holding onto me for dear life.

"Hold on Y/N! I've got you!" Stiles said as heavy pants left his body.

I didn't try to help him pull me up. Instead I let my body weight go making it hard for him to help me, "Let me go. I need to do this."

He shook his head back and forth as tears fell onto his rosy cheeks, "No! You can't do this. I need you, Y/N." He reached down with his other hand to grab my forearm. He stared deep into my Y/C/E eyes, "I love you."

Those words brought me back from the black hole I was put in. My limbs came to life as I gripped his hands in mine, "You do?"

"Yes, I love you so much!" He repeated as he struggled to keep me in his grip, "You have to help me pull you up."

I nodded my head as I planted my feet on the edge of a small ledge. I tried my best to pull myself up but I was growing weak. I wasn't strong enough to hold myself up. Stiles's hands were sweaty and our grips were loosening.

His eyes widen with fear once he felt me slipping, "Scott! Where are you?! She is slipping! Scott!"

"I'm coming!" He shouted from somewhere in the stair way but he was still too far.

Everything felt like it was going in slow motion. I kept my gaze on the guy in front me, remembering every little detail of his face. I knew he was doing the same. Next thing you know my foot slipped and it caused us to lose our grips. Stiles voice screaming my name filled the empty area. It was too late. My body dropped towards the ground. Stiles form grew smaller and smaller as I fell. I closed my eyes waiting for the impact but then I felt warmth.

I slowly opened my eyes and they landed on a light blue pair, "Issac?"

Issac was slightly out of breath as he placed me on my feet, "Don't you dare do that to us again. You hear me?"

I gave him a weak nod as I embraced him while thanking him for saving my life.

"Y/N!" Stiles ran over towards us as he took me into his arms, "I thought I lost you." He mumbled in my hair as he held me tight.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." My lips trembled as I buried my face into his neck.

"Hey, look at me." He tilted my chin up towards his face. His eyes darted towards my lips and then in a hasty pace, he kissed me.

My lips reacted right away as they moved against his. We pulled away but we kept holding eachother. Everything was going to be better from here on out. Because I had the one person I was in love with to keep me from the dark.

~ Written on March 16, 2018 ~