The first time it happened, you thought it was a nightmare.
Stiles Stilinski lay on the ground, blood pooling beneath him, eyes wide with disbelief. You screamed, lunging forward, but no matter what you did, you couldn’t save him.
Then… you woke up.
Same morning. Same chaotic breakfast scene. Same oblivious Stiles, cracking jokes about the new supernatural case in Beacon Hills.
At first, you thought you were imagining it. But by the third reset, the horrifying truth settled in: you were stuck in a time loop, and every single day ended with Stiles dying.
You tried everything.
Pulling him out of danger.
Arguing with him until he stayed inside.
Confronting the supernatural threats head-on.
Every tactic failed. Every loop, Stiles died in a new, cruel way, and every time you woke up, your chest tightened like it would shatter.
But with every reset, something else changed.
You noticed his laugh, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the little quirks nobody else seemed to see. And with every loop, your feelings grew louder, harder to ignore.
One evening, after yet another failed attempt, you sat on the roof of the high school, knees pulled to your chest, heart pounding.
“I can’t keep doing this,” you whispered to the wind, to the city, to the universe. “I can’t lose him again.”
Then it hit you—the one thing you hadn’t tried.
Not clever traps. Not supernatural strategy. Not being strong.
You had to tell him.
The next loop, when the moment of danger came, you grabbed his hands before he ran into the path of the attack. His eyes went wide, confusion flashing.
“Y/N? What—?”
“I love you, Stiles,” you blurted, voice shaking but certain. “I can’t lose you. Not like this. I love you!”
Time stilled for a heartbeat. His mouth opened, then closed, then he finally pulled you into a tight embrace. “I… I love you too,” he whispered, his forehead pressed to yours. “God, I always have.”
Then the chaos hit—but this time, something was different.
He survived. You survived. And when you woke up the next morning, it was finally a new day.