#im a sucker for angst n gore n shit but like if i write that with any character someones gonna find me and yell at me and i hate being+

[dawnleaf37]

the horrors of writers block

[sourwulf]

oh god i have a sad ask 😳 could u maybe do something where after stiles and the nogitsune became two separate beings, reader gets stabbed by the oni and dies but stiles finds her and comforts her as she slips away? like theyre not dating but they're really good friends? but then he has to carry you out to everyone else and they all react to your death?? if this is too depressing u dont have to write it but im a sucker for angst

༄  word count  —  788

፨  characters  —  stiles stilinski, scott mccall, isaac lahey

☓  tw  —  death, gore

⊹  cw  —  lots of sadness :/

☼ a/n — i don't write a whole lot of angst/sad stuff so forgive me if it's not great 😬

✎  masterlist

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you ran through the empty halls of beacon hills memorial hospital, the lights flickering above you. being separated from stiles and everyone else was not ideal right now, considering the nogitsune and his oni were chasing you down.

as much as stiles was doing his best to keep you safe, you'd managed to get away from him without realizing, and you were on your own.

you stopped dead in your tracks when you turned a corner, seeing the familiar body of your best friend accompanied by a tall masked figure, but it wasn't him. it was another version of him, one that fed on chaos, strife, and pain.

“shit,” you whispered to yourself.

“nowhere to go now," said the nogitsune. he and one of the the oni began walking towards you, and you turned around to run back to where you came from, only to see the other oni at the end of the hall.

here you were, in the middle of an empty hospital floor, stuck with three supernatural beings trying to kill you.

the figure behind you suddenly stepped forward, and you felt a sharp pain through your back and into your stomach, warm liquid soaking your skin and dripping down your front.

you looked down, mouth agape, to see a blade sticking through your torso. you looked back up to see a smirk on the face of the creature posing as your best friend.

the blade was pulled out of you and all three of them faded into thin air, causing you to drop to your knees. you managed to crawl over so you were leaning back against the wall, painting a trail of blood behind you.

you placed your hand to the wound, pulling it away to see it was a deep red. you let out another tired ‘shit’, a tear sliding down your cheek.

it wasn’t long before you heard footsteps running toward you, looking up to see stiles and scott, both of them with a look of horror on their faces.

stiles immediately knelt in front of you, looking at your stomach.

“y/n...”

“it’s okay. i’m okay.”

“you’re dying.”

you gave him a small smile. “yeah.”

he reached over and gripped your hand, wrapping both of his around it. “i’m sorry.”

“for what?”

“i should’ve been here.”

just then, you shivered hard enough to send pain radiating through your stomach.

“here,” he said, taking his jacket off. you leaned forward and allowed him to drape it over your shoulders.

“thank you.” you started crying again, making him hold your hand again. “i didn’t think tonight would be the night. i thought i’d make it a little while longer. at least until all this is over.” you coughed and wiped your mouth, seeing blood on the back of your hand. “thank you guys for everything. you saved my life more times than i can count.”

“i’m sorry we couldn’t have done that tonight,” scott said, crouching down next to stiles, who had started crying.

you reached up and wiped his cheek with your clean hand.

“i’m just glad you’re here now. i didn’t want to die by myself.” you began feeling lightheaded, and your vision slowly got foggy. “i love you guys, you know?”

you’d told them both you loved them in platonically many times. but this time was different. this time would be the last either of them heard it.

and within the next minute, you were lifeless. your head fell forward, your eyes closed, and your limbs relaxed. it was silent for a moment before stiles leaned forward, pushed your head back, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

scott reached over and placed his hand on his best friend’s shoulder, who wiped his nose with the back of his wrist.

“we can’t just leave her here,” stiles said. “we can’t leave her body.”

“we can take her.”

—

neither of them wanted to step outside. neither of them wanted their friends to see your lifeless body, which was covered in blood. neither of them wanted anyone else to suffer.

but they knew they had to bring you with them. so scott pushed and held the door open for stiles, who was carrying you bridal style. he was numb, a dark cloud of sadness hanging low over his head.

isaac was the first to notice you. and being your closest friend, he was also the first of them to cry. he ran over, asking what happened.

he wanted to scream. he wanted to kill something — or someone. he wanted to get justice for you, for everyone who’d been killed by the nogitsune.

and that’s exactly what everyone set out to do, while your body laid comfortably in the backseats of stiles’ jeep.