Stiles Stilinski x Fem!reader

Part 19

Clearly I had been forced to school yet again by my family, Derek telling me I could have the loft whenever he's gone. So when I got home, I was surprised to see Danny and Ethan.
"Danny? Ethan? What are you guys doing here?"
"What are you doing here?" Danny asked, gently closing a book on the desk by the window of the loft. I flicked the power switch, only for it to not work.
"Why isn't...Kira..." I sighed and looked back to the boys. "I live here. This is my brother's building." Danny turned to Ethan.
"I thought you said no one was here?"
"And I thought (Y/n) was living with Stiles again."
"You lived with Stiles?" I nodded and ditched my bag in one of the closets.
"I live with my brother now. I don't think I'm friends with Stiles and that lot anymore. Why are you guys here?"
"O-oh, uh, Ethan and Aiden said the guy who lives here is out of town, so we were gonna throw a black light party here." I nodded. "Are you okay with that?" I nodded, closing the closet door and heading to the kitchen.
"Just make sure you keep all the furniture out of the way, don't break anything and if anything goes missing, you're paying for it." The three, including Aiden, nodded in agreement and I smiled. "You guys want anything to eat?" I offered to cook the three a meal and they all agreed, and while I was cooking they were setting up the black lights and moving everything.

The loft door was pulled open and I saw Allison and Isaac.
And not long after, I saw Stiles, Scott and Kira walk in. Considering how much I had had to drink, despite alcohol not affecting werewolves, there was a way to let it, so I did, and now I was drunk and covered in body paint. When the group separated, i took Stiles' hand and pulled him off to the side of the room. His eyes met mine and I smiled, completely carefree and he could see that, I was back to how I was before the shit it the supernatural fan.
"Happy Halloween, Mis!" I called out over the music and I saw a smile cross over his lips as he glanced down at my slightly fluorescent ones.
"Happy Halloween, are you drunk?!" I nodded with a beaming smile and wrapped my arms over his shoulders. "I thought werewolves couldn't get drunk!" I giggled and shook my head.
"We can't! But there's always a way!" Before he could speak again, I pulled him down to me and his lips met mine and when we pulled apart, like a moth to a flame, they came back, pressing a little more desperately and pushing me against the nearest wall. Into our little make out, I realised Stiles had keys in his one hand and his other hand was on my waist. I pulled away and looked down at his keys, taking them from his hand and noticing a little bit glowing on it. "Why's it glowing?" I asked, focussing on the keys as Stiles' lips followed the shape of my neck from my jaw to my shoulders. All I got in response was a curious hum. "Your key, part of it's glowing. There's phosphors on it." He pulled away and gently took the keys from my gasp before stuffing them into his pocket and lightly pecking my lips before actually kissing me again, stopping a couple seconds later.
"I'm sorry, what are phosphors?"
"You don't pay attention in chemistry?" He shook his head and I laughed. "They're any substance that luminescences. It's in your teeth, fingernails, laundry detergent. Also this paint. Does that help?" He nodded and I pulled him back to keep kissing me, only for him to pull away a few seconds later.
"How would I get phosphors on my key?" I shrugged and looked at his key as he held it under the light, gently taking it from his grasp and looking at it.
"Have you been handling chemicals?" He shook his head and I looked into his precious brown eyes.
"No, no I don't think..." he trailed off, like he had realised something.
"Stiles? Are you okay?" He snapped out of his daze.
"I'm sorry. I'm really, totally sorry. I just thought of something and I have to go. Really, I don't want to, I want to stay. I would just stay all night...I swear...But I-I really have to go, and I don't want to offend you."
"Okay." I smiled sadly but isn't let the mild rejection show.
"Sorry, I just...okay? Okay." And with that Stiles had gone off again, probably to find Scott, as usual. But before he completely left, he came back and handed me a bottle of water. "Here. You should drink that. Drink that whole thing. Whole thing, okay?" I nodded as I sat down on the step, gaining enough sober courage to grab his shirt and kiss him again before letting him leave.
"See ya, Stiles." A soft smile crossed his lips before he realised what he had to do.
"I'm sorry." He went back into the crowd. "Excuse me." He wiggled passed a few people before calling back out to me. "Bye!" I sent him a small wave, sipping the water as my body quickly healed so I was completely sober. I mean, I had pretty much been sober the entire night, I just couldn't tell Stiles that, because then that wouldn't have happened, maybe it shouldn't have anyway...
Once he had gone, some black figures surrounded me and did something before I fell to the ground in pain, holding the side of my head just behind my ear, suddenly feeling cold.
"What the hell..?" I was sat curled up on the floor by the bed shivering.
I didn't notice, but soon the DJ's table was flipped over and the crowd fell silent.
"GET OUT!" A familiar voice thundered around the room and I recognised it to be Derek's. It wasn't long before everyone was making their hurried little ways out of the loft and it was cleared.
"Derek." He noticed me shivering on the floor and came to crouch beside me, lightly touching my skin before pulling the duvet off the bed and wrapping it around me and pulling me up in his arms to sit on the bed with him, holding my body close to his. He tipped my head to the side and looked behind my ear.
"The same symbol..."
"Th-they came out of nowhere..." I curled up to him, still shuddering, and he set his head on mine, hugging me closer.
"I know...you'll be fine..." I nodded and tried to relaxed against him, which worked and I was soon falling asleep. As everyone dispersed out, I noticed the figures around the room and stopped trying to sleep.
"Derek...they're still here..." He looked up from me and noticed them, the dark figures, before gently letting me sit on the bed on my own. "What are they?" He shook his head.
"I don't know."
"Guys, they're all looking at me." There was a pause. "Why are they all looking at me?" One of the twins voices sounded panicked and everyone was preparing to fight. "Guys!" In fact, they did start fighting these things.
"Scott, stop! Let them do what they need to!" The ones not fighting just sent me the strangest look. "They're checking for something, they must be! That's why they marked us and left us alone!"
The sun began to rise when they approached Scott and these beings disappeared. Derek approached me, pulling me up lightly, protectively pulling me into a hug as I stayed a little blanket burrito.