the long awaited part two, sorry for the wait ;)
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stiles stared back at himself in his mirror, analysing the dark circles under his eyes, his sunken cheekbones and his unruly hair. it was the day of your funeral, two weeks after the car crash. he had barely slept or even eaten since then, he blamed himself for not listening to you- if he had you would've still been here with him.
he didn't want to face going to your funeral but he knew you'd want him go, he'd tried to write a speech of his feelings but all of the pieces of paper he'd written on lay scrunched up in balls next to litter bin. his eyes were red from crying, he had contemplated ending it all some nights ago but he knew he couldn't, he had his friends and his dad to think about.
noah lightly knocked on his sons bedroom door, causing stiles to snap out of his daze, "are you ready, son?" he asked softly.
stiles wiped the tears away with his shirt sleeve, "give me five minutes." he sniffled.
his dad walked away and waited for him downstairs whilst stiles pulled on his black jacket and attempted to tie his tie. a scream stuck in his throat as his frustration grew at not being able to tie it, he remembered one night that you were both going out.
"here, stiles..." you said softly, reaching up and fixing his tie, he rolled his eyes.
"i could've done it myself." he said sarcastically.
"sure." you chuckled before kissing his cheek.
stiles reached up and tied his tie slowly, he smiled slightly at the memory of you, then another tear rolled down his cheek at the thought of never seeing you again. he shook the thought out of his head and sloped out of his room, he saw his dad waiting for him at the kitchen table.
"ready, son?" he asked, standing up.
"not really, but i need to go." he said slowly, looking down.
his dad sighed, he hated seeing his son like this but he had no words to say that could make it any better. instead he drove him to the church the funeral was being held at in his own car since stiles' jeep was being repaired.
stiles stared out of the window as they approached, his dad laid his hand on his arm to comfort him after they'd parked, "i can't say that it'll get better... but saying goodbye one last time will help. just remember that i'll be sitting in there to support you like your friends." stiles nodded, he knew it must be hard on his dad, the last time he'd gone to a funeral was for his moms funeral.
"thanks, dad." stiles whispered, then he spotted scott waiting for him and he got out of the car and walked towards him.
"hey." scott greeted him, he was wearing a black shirt and black pants, he looked uncomfortable being at the church too, since it was where they'd held allison argent's funeral.
"hey, scott." stiles said sadly.
scott patted his friends back reassuringly, "i'll be there the whole time, okay?"
stiles nodded glumly and walked inside to see all of your family and friends, he quickly turned around but scott shook his head, "stiles, you need to be here."
his shoulders slumped as he turned around and walked towards the front and took a seat in the front row next to lydia and malia who looked at stiles sadly. stiles looked at the coffin at the front of the church and gulped, scott noticed, "it'll be okay, stiles." he whispered.
stiles remained silent and watched as a man walked to the front, "thank you all for coming today, we're here to celebrate the life of y/n l/n, as described by her family and close friends they say that she was the light of their lives and someone you wished was your friend," he looked towards stiles, "someone very special to y/n would like to say a few words," he squinted at the name, "mieczyslaw stilinski?"
scott nodded at stiles as he looked at him for support, "you got this."
stiles stood up and walked towards the podium, looking out at all of the people that had gathered at the funeral, most of them barely knew you but stiles didn't have the heart to tell them that they didn't deserve to be there, he took a moment to compose himself before speaking.
"um, y/n..." he looked around at the closed coffin where you lay, "she was extremely special to me... she was my girlfriend, the only girl i've ever loved and well, now she's gone," he tried to hold back the tears as he continued to speak, "i loved her very much, she was the sweetest, smartest and most beautiful person i've met... i should've listened to her when she told me not to drive in the rain that night..." his hands started to shake as he gripped the podium, tears trickling down his cheeks, "i'm sorry, i couldn't save her," his voice cracked as he choked on the tears pouring down his cheeks, he walked towards the coffin and lay his hand on top of it, "i love you, y/n." he whispered before running towards the exit of the church, scott followed his distraught best friend.
"stiles?" scott called after his best friend as he saw him sitting on a bench further away from the church, he walked over and sat down next to him.
"i'm sorry, scott. i just couldn't say anything else, it hit me that i won't ever see her smile ever again, i won't be able to hold her..." he sobbed.
"i know how you feel, stiles, it hurts but eventually the pain becomes bearable." scott said as he remembered how he felt after allison died.
"i hope so, i've barely slept or even eaten since she... since..." he couldn't finished his sentence but scott grasped his shoulder.
"it's okay, buddy." he said reassuringly.
scott looked up and saw noah standing by the church door, gesturing for the boys, "we should go back, i think they're going to bury her now..."
stiles wiped his tears with his jacket and stood up, "alright, let's do it for y/n."
moments later the boys had carried your coffin and it was being lowered into a rectangular hole in the ground, scott and noah stood either side of stiles to accompany him.
"any final words?" a man spoke as the coffin was released into the ground.
stiles cleared his throat, "y-yes..." he stepped forwards and took a handful of dirt to throw onto the coffin, "thank you for being my best friend and girlfriend, y/n, you'll always have my heart." he said as he threw dirt on top of the coffin.
scott stepped forward and grabbed a handful of dirt, "thank you for making my best friend happy... and thank you for being my friend." he smiled sadly being releasing his handful of dirt on top of the coffin.
other friends and family repeated the ritual as scott, stiles and noah left the church.
"i'm proud of you, son... y/n would be proud of you." noah said as they got into his car.
stiles sniffled slightly, "thanks, dad... and thank you, scott for being here for me, i know how hard it's been coming back here." scott smiled slightly in the back seat as noah drove the boys home.
"shall we order pizza?" his dad suggested as they walked through the door to their home.
"sounds great, dad." stiles nodded as he and scott sat on the couch in the living room.
Alternative Ending
After your coffin was lowered into the ground, a figure lurked behind the trees waiting until everyone had left. The sun had gone down and now there was an eerie darkness shrouding the church cemetery, the figure sloped towards your grave and started digging up your grave.
"I better not go back to hell for this." The boy muttered as dirt flew in all directions until he reached the hard exterior of your coffin. He pried open the top half of the coffin and saw you, your face covered in bruises still- Theo nearly gagged, "he better appreciate this I swear-" he said as he pulled out a needle from his pants pocket. He shoved the sharp point of the needle into your chest, above your heart and waited.
He sat on top of the coffin, staring up at the sky, wondering why he was doing such a nice deed. Suddenly he heard the soft thud of a heart beat and he looked down and saw your chest rising and falling slowly, you suddenly gasped for air and your eyes opened widely.
"Ah, you're alive." Theo chuckled.
"Wh-what happened?" You asked as you looked around at your surroundings, you were lying in a coffin surrounded by dirt walls.
"Well... you died and your funeral was today, I saw how much your death affected everybody so," he waved the empty needle in front of you, "I kind of bought you back to life." He shrugged.
Your eyebrows furrowed together as you recalled your last memory, you grimaced at the thought, "where's Stiles? Is he okay?" You suddenly panicked, not knowing if he'd made it out alive.
"Oh he's okay... I'm sure he'll be even better when he sees you." Theo smirked, then he scrambled out of the hole he'd created and reached down to pull you up.
You looked down at yourself, suddenly your body looked much better than it should have.
"Don't worry, you look great," He winked, "come on." Theo gestured for you to follow him and so you did, soon you were sitting outside of the Stilinski's home in Theo's car.
"Go." Theo urged.
"Oh, um, thank you, Theo." You said, before getting out of his car. You watched as he drove off and you nervously walked towards the front door of Stiles' house.
Your hand hovered over the doorbell, anxiety taking over you, you slowly rang the bell and waited for someone to answer the door.
Scott and Stiles exchanged glances, "who would that be?" Scott asked, confused.
"I'll get it." Stiles said as he stood up slowly and headed for the front door.
The door creaked open slowly and Stiles rubbed his eyes, checking that he was seeing what was in front of him correctly, "y-y/n?" He stuttered.
"Stiles." You breathed a sigh of relief, you ran towards him and wrapped your arms around him, grasping the back of his shirt in your hands.
"You're... you're dead..." Stiles muttered.
You pulled back and looked up at him, "I was, um, Theo bought me back... are you not happy to see me?"
"Oh god, y/n, of course I'm happy to see you! I'm just a little confused right now, I went to your funeral..." he shook his head, disbelieving that you were right in front of him.
"Who's at the door-" Scott stopped in his tracks as he saw you, his jaw dropped open.
"Theo bought her back." Stiles said, still processing what was happening.
Scott ran towards you and wrapped his arms around you, "I don't know what Theo's intentions were, but I'm glad you're alive, y/n."
"Me too." You smiled as you looked at Stiles, a wide grin spread across his face as he realised that the love of his life was alive.
Scott let you go and Stiles took you back in his arms, his lips finding yours and kissing you passionately, his hands pulling you closer to him, "I will never not listen to you again, I promise."
"Oh shut up, Stilinski." You smiled as you pulled him back towards you and kissed him.
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