"we'll figure this out 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳."
x fem!reader
season 1 - 6
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"Well, look who's no longer the crazy one."
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| third person pov |
The moonlight shines through Stiles' blinds as the poor brown haired boy tosses around in his sleep, sweat beads running down his face.
"Don't let them in." Stiles whispers, jerking around in his sleep. "No, don't let them in."
The boy opens his eyes to find himself in a metal room. A locker. He slams his hand against the metal door multiple times before it finally swings open, allowing him to step out. Confused as to why he's at school, the boy walks out of the locker and into the hallways off the dimly lit school, an eerie silence surrounding him. Stiles notices that one of the classroom doors are open so he slowly walks into the room. In the middle of the room there's a tree trunk. It's an exact replica of the Nemeton. He reaches his hand out to touch the wood when a thick vine shoots out from the trunk, wrapping around the teens hand before pulling it down.
Stiles sits bolt up, gasping for air as he tries to calm himself down. He looks at his surroundings to see he's in his room once again, his bed sheet covering his legs.
"You okay?" A female voice softly asks. Stiles turns to see Y/n. "Stiles?"
Y/n places her hand on Stiles' arm, rubbing it to calm him down. He takes deep breaths and, once he feels himself calm down, he turns to his best friend.
"Yeah, it was just dreaming." Stiles tells the girl. "It was weird, like a dream within a dream."
"A nightmare?" Y/n questions.
Stiles nods in response and takes Y/n's free hand, squeezing it gently as he feels her continue to rub his shoulder. Realisation hits the teen boy as he slowly looks up at his best friend.
"Y/n, what are you doing here?" Stiles quietly asks.
Before Y/n can respond, Stiles' bedroom door creaks as it opens so that it's now ajar. Beyond the door is total darkness. Stiles moves off of his bed and begins walking towards the door. Y/n begs for her best friend to come back to bed, Stiles mumbling stuff about someone getting in before eventually ignoring her. He reaches out and touches the doorknob, pulling the door towards him before walking into the darkness beyond it.
Y/n's screams fade away as floodlights begin to turn on, one by one. The boy finds himself in front of the nemeton once again but this time it's in the lacrosse field. The wind grows heavier, whipping against his skin harshly.
"This is just a dream." Stiles tells himself. "Get it out of your head, Stiles. You're dreaming, alright? Wake up, Stiles."
The teenage boy roughly runs his fingers through this hair, closing his eyes he screams loudly for himself to wake up.
