#if i owned glow in the dark nail polish it wouldn’t be so complicated but alas

[livvyofthelake]

glow in the dark nail art will make you want to kill yourself dead right up until you’re done and you charge that shit up for five seconds with your phone flashlight and then turn it off sit in the dark and see that shit glow in the fuckingggg dark…

[obrienpascal]

You must not know a thing

(Stiles Stilinski imagine)

Author: @dylanobriens-world

Word Count: 2510

Warnings: Character death.

Characters: Stiles, Scott, Lydia, Allison, Malia, Peter, Y/N.

Summary: The night of the full moon Y/N wonders why everyone suddenly wants to ditch you and what everyone is keeping from you. Stiles told everyone to keep this secret from you but when something terrible happens Stiles wishes he would have told you sooner. 

Author's note: I hope you enjoy this imagine! I've been stumped on ideas for so long writer's block is a real thing it's so crazy! This is my first time writing an imagine with "Y/N" and I hope I do well. Happy reading! :D (My wifi sucks so I had to refresh tumblr so many times so the first time I wrote this the ending was bomb as hell but since it doesn’t save on it’s own I had to re-write the ending sad life anyways it was better the first time I need better wifi)

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You walk down the marble staircase of Lydia Martin's huge home. Allison, Malia, Lydia were in your group and she volunteered to have everyone at her house for the assignment. There wasn't much done since Allison brought her nail polish kit insisting you all have a mani-pedi party. When you reached the last step you walked over to look at the nail polish. There was one that caught your eye instantly. You picked it up walking over to sit on the gray couch to paint your fingernails. As you started to paint you wondered where Malia was. When you arrived it was daylight: The sun beaming through Lydia Martin's living room curtains, birds chirping on the tree just outside her front lawn. Although now, it was dark out with a full moon just outside the window. You stared at it for a while wondering why you hadn't seen or heard any cars passing by. Beacon Hills was a strange town filled with unanswered questions and things to keep you up at night. Many with unsolved mysteries that haunted your mind. Allison and Lydia exchanged looks as they noticed your suspicion. You wanted to ask where Malia was but you didn't know if either of the two girls would tell you. Instead, you just continued to paint your nails a dark blue-black color to match the night sky.

"Are you having a good time Y/N? I love the color you picked." Lydia questioned walking in front of you to sit across from you. She grabbed your hand observing the color of your choice.

You flashed her a smile trying to hide the concern in your face, "Yes, I'm actually glad we're not doing the project believe it or not." You let out a dry laugh taking your hand out of hers. That only made Lydia wonder what was wrong as you pouted looking down at your nails.

"What's wrong?" The strawberry blonde asked sitting on the wooden table in front of you. As she glanced over to Allison who shrugged her shoulders you wondered why they wouldn't tell you what was obviously on both of their minds. Maybe there was a reason to keep this secret from you. To keep you safe? To avoid hurting your feelings? None of it made sense to you because you believed you were all best friends and wouldn't keep anything from each other.

"Where's Malia?" You blurted out without a thought. Those words causing Allison to drop her purple nail polish to the floor. The brunette shared a look with Lydia shaking her head vigorously indicating she shouldn't say a word. It pained you to know you couldn't be trusted, how long was this secret going to go on till something terrible happens.

"Fine, if you won't tell me then I think I'll just go." The pain showing in your tone no care of hiding it any longer.

"Wait!" Allison called out standing up from the floor to walk over to you. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her palm avoiding ruining her nail polish. You sighed under your nose waiting for another lie from your good friend. It wasn't the first time you tried to storm out before the brunette attempted to stop you.

"I wish I could tell you what's been going on but Lydia and I just can't." She paused to take a quick glance at Lydia who nodded her head. "Stiles asked us to promise we'll never say a word to you.”

Your brows furrowed as you shook your head lightly confused at Allison’s statement. The sarcastic eighteen-year-old boy was your closest friend. Closer than you were to Allison, Lydia and Malia, along with Scott McCall who you knew was Stiles’ best pal. Furthermore, you both felt something for each other but it would never be anything more because he kept too many things from you. You felt it would make things more complicated if the two of you got together and you couldn’t handle any more lies. Especially in a relationship. “Stiles? Why would he make you guys promise not to tell me anything?” Your attention was grabbed from a low growl you heard coming from Lydia’s basement. Suddenly, the strawberry blonde stood from the wooden table racing downstairs. “What was that?” You wondered with a shaky voice your heart starting to pound rapidly.

“I think you have to leave now please don’t say a word to Stiles. Trust me.”

“Where is he? I need to see him.” You proposed trying to get out of Allison’s grasp. She wouldn’t budge just moving you closer to the front door.

“I’m not sure but he can’t see you right now he’s with Scott helping him,” Allison mentioned opening the front door. There was a loud bang from inside the house and she turned to look back before turning her head to look back at you.

“Allison! A little help!” Lydia’s voice was heard shouting from the basement.

Allison pondered for a moment her feet fidgeting from side to side whether to go help Lydia or to stay with you for a second longer. “I’m sorry. Just please go home. You’ll be safe there.” After Allison finished speaking she closed the door leaving you with tons of thoughts flowing through your brain. Should it matter that this big unrevealed mystery was still to never be unfolded for you? Should you stop trying and appreciate everyone trying to save you? Of course, you told yourself “no” so one thought flew to your mind. All you thought was to go to Scott McCall’s home for some answers.

If Stiles is there like Allison mentioned you wondered if he’d just make you leave so you wouldn’t know what he was keeping from you. As you started walking to Scott’s house which wasn’t too far from yours after you parked your car from leaving Lydia’s place. There was a rustle from the bushes a couple of feet behind you. You stopped in your tracks attempting to look back but thought twice about it. Your steps only grew quicker you beginning to get nervous being out alone this late. You stepped on the curb to cross the street looking both ways to make sure no cars were passing. Your left foot stepped onto the street first you taking steps to Scott’s front door. Stiles jeep was in the driveway stating Allison was correct. You walked up the pathway standing in front of the door exhaling a long sigh as you lifted your right index finger to ring the doorbell. There was no answer which your second thought was to check if the door was unlocked. You reached the doorknob turning it feeling the door open so you pushed it open looking behind you for that noise you heard to never be heard again. Finally, you walked inside Scott’s house closing the door lightly behind you.

All of a sudden there was growling from upstairs the same you heard in Lydia’s home. Gazing up the long wooden steps you didn’t think twice about heading up them to see what the noise was. As you made it up the stairs you heard voices and rustling of chains. You swallowed hard your heart pounding as you weren’t sure what to expect. Seconds later a dark-haired boy was thrown to the wall in the hallway knocking down some frames. He held onto his chest breathing heavily while his eyes traveled to you his whole demeanor changes. You rushed over to Stiles holding his head up grabbing one of his hands. He looked like he was in a lot of pain in his back but he didn’t seem to care about that right now.

“What are you doing here Y/N it’s not safe for you.” Stiles groaned rubbing his head with his free hand. He sat up against the wall wincing at the pain squeezing his eyes shut.

“What’s going on? Who threw you?” You asked shifting your eyes to the bedroom door but Stiles grabbed your face to look at him.

“You can’t know just- please go.”

“Allison told me you asked them to promise not to tell me something. What is it.” You snarled you nostril scrunched as your brows furrowed tired of everyone keeping things from you. Sooner or later you were bound to find out so why wait?

Stiles sighed letting go of your hand trying to stand. You followed putting your hands on his shoulders to keep him stable so he doesn’t fall. The boy looked up at you with sad eyes his lips parted.

“If I tell you it will just put you in danger. I don’t want that.” He looked past you at Scott’s bedroom. You wanted to look but knew he’d just stop you. Should you make a run for it into the bedroom to see for yourself? Or just let Stiles protect you? At the same time, you heard a loud roar coming from downstairs. You both shared a look then turned your heads to downstairs. Everything in you changed. You felt fearless, powerful, unregretful. Therefore you race past Stiles to head downstairs.

“Y/N!” You heard the lacrosse boy yell after you.

Suddenly you stopped on the last step when you saw a tall man with hair everywhere, sharp teeth, glowing eyes, and huge claws. The same fearless, powerful, unregretful vanished quickly meeting the eyes of the monster in front of you. Was this creature the rustle you hear behind the bushes? Had he seen you open the front door without a key so he knew he could do the same? He smiled evilly taking slow steps toward you. Your hands and legs started to shake as you took steps back up the stairs never taking your eyes off of the man. He licked his teeth showing off his fangs causing you to trip and land on your butt.

“Help!” You shouted out getting back on your feet running up the stairs as fast as you can. Suddenly your ankle was grabbed yanking you back causing you to hit your face on the stairs. Your nose gushed of blood flowing down your lips to your chin then hitting the stairs. “Please, don’t.” You cried out tears streaming down your face.

The man grabbed you by the wrist yanking you forward. His big shiny fangs came out in sight. Your eyes grew wide your whole body shaking in fear.

“Get away from her Peter!” The voice you’d recognize in seconds shouting at the man holding your wrist tightly. “Scott doesn’t want to be apart of your pack let it go! Let the girl I love go!” Those words left you in a trance repeating it over and over in your head. You couldn’t believe he finally admitted it. You dreamt about it frequently wishing he would just say it in real life. ANd now he has on your possible death bed. You were hoping it wouldn’t come to that but it doesn’t look like it’s going to go any other way.

“Too late, Stiles.” The man growled taking his off of Stiles gazing at your wrist. He opened his mouth wide sinking his fangs into your wrist. You let out a loud scream, tears and shouts getting the best of you. Now you understand lots of things now. Why there would be not a lot of students the night of the full moon, why you found chains in Stiles’ locker him saying they’re not for him there for Scott but he couldn’t go into more detail. Why you couldn’t find Malia in Lydia’s home hearing a growl from the basement. Your friends were supernatural creatures, possibly not all of them but now it was hard to tell. Everyone was just trying to protect you, and you failed them.

Peter’s fangs sunken out of your wrist as he vanished outside the front door. You felt weak, tired, your hand shaking repeatedly. Nothing felt like you would survive this.

“Where is he!” You recognized the voice shouting from above you.

“He just left!” Stiles yelled back to his best friend Scott McCall. He rushed to your side bringing you in his arms. Scott rushed past the two fo you outside the front door. You lied your head on his chest not being able to move any part of your body as you felt weaker than ever before.

“I’m sorry,” You managed to say in a low tone. He wiped away a tear falling down your cheek.

“I’m sorry I kept this from you. I just wanted to stop something like this from happening. I should have told you.” He said in a shaky voice fighting back the tears that were trying to find a way out. “I meant what I said Y/N... I love you.” The tears finally crawling out hitting your shirt. He lowered his head placing a kiss on your forehead. Stiles sniffled pushing your hair behind your ear.

“I love you too,” You whispered moving your head back meeting his gaze flashing him a grin. Your eyes traveled to his lips as you lifted your head up. Stiles sniffled leaning his head down his lips meeting yours. The kiss was mixed with tears and blood making you want to move back from the kiss but Stiles held your cheek to keep you from pulling away. You felt horrible that this was your first kiss with Stiles and knew it would be your last. If only you had appreciated the protection he was giving you not wanting to harm you in any way. But now he had to watch you die in his arms. You pulled back from the kiss wincing in pain at your wrist.

“I’m going to die aren’t I?” Black blood beginning to fill your hand. The black thick blood pouring out of your nose, ears, and eyes. It pained Stiles to see you like this, it even pained him more to say...

“Yes.”

You nodded your head lightly, you realized your body was fighting the bite. There was no way of surviving this. At least you go to spend your last minutes with the one you love. You started to cough black blood your breath shortening. Stiles held you closer leaning his head onto yours. You felt a tear from Stiles roll down your cheek. He reached down to squeeze your hand.

“It’s okay, you’ll be okay.” The scared boy said over and over. Your breaths became shorter and shorter. Your eyes fell open and close. You weren’t afraid of death just afraid to never see the people you love again. But you knew you will always be with them. A small smile crept at the corner of your lips. Everything will be just fine. As you took your last breath your grip on Stiles' hand loosened and your head sunk from his chest. Your body lifeless in the arms of your one true love.