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originally i posted this on wattpad under the user @/slashersloot where you can request. this imagine belongs to me aside from the character billy.

PARTY BLUES | BILLY LOOMIS

MY JAW WAS tense as I watched the girls flirt with my boyfriend who was basking in the attention. He went to get me a drink and had been gone for a while. My boyfriend was hot which sometimes really sucks.

I thought he got caught up with Stu, not other girls. He had two solo cups in his hand and the girl he was talking to grabbed the one meant for me. He went to protest, but she had already taken a big sip out of it. She gave him a sultry look as I stormed over and went into the kitchen. I snatched a pair of scissors before walking upstairs to her bedroom, everyone ignoring me.

It was unlocked and perfectly messy for me. I shut the door behind me before beginning to cut up all of her shirts. I cut the neck into a deep V and cut circles where her nipples would be. Then I cut up the sides as well.

Once I was satisfied with doing almost half her closet and then hiding the rest, I pocketed the scissors and went downstairs. She still had the cup in her hand and flirted with Billy who still didn't notice that I wasn't there. Without the both of them noticing, I tipped the cup back as she went to take a drink.

It spilled over her white dress instantly staining it. A satisfied smirk left my lips as I heard her shriek as I went into the kitchen and replaced the scissors before grabbing my own drink.

The host of the party was still freaking out as Billy stood there in shock while I slipped into the crowd of dancing teens. I could see the cocky smirk on his face as she tried to clean it off with a bottle of water, which only made it worse.

She grabbed his hand and began to pull him upstairs and that's when I finally saw him resist. The heavy feeling over my chest lifted as he shook his head. He may be a flirt, but at least he wasn't a cheater.

She huffed and stormed upstairs to change as I watched his eyes search the crowd for me. I let the alcohol burn down my throat as the girl I was dancing with grabbed my hips to spin me around.

A loud laugh left my lips as I dropped the cup, the contents spilling everywhere. Two arms wrapped themselves around my waist making me squeal.

He twirled me around and I was met with the beautiful sight of my boyfriend. I was still a bit mad at him, but I still accepted the kiss he planted on my lips.

Billy was a flirt and that would never change and I was fine with it as long as he didn't actually do anything.  He still had a cocky grin on his face that made me want to slap it.

"So you saw?"

I hummed before pinching his side lightly. He groaned lightly but still kissed me anyway. "I hate you."

"No, you don't, darling."

A loud scream pierced through the air making someone cut off the music. We all stared at the stairs as the blonde host ran down the stairs. She had shirts clutched in her hands and her face flush with anger.

"Who did this?" she screamed out, her words slurring together with rage. Billy slowly turned to look at me with a goofy expression, but I ignored him and played with the collar of his shirt. "This isn't funny! These clothes are expensive!"

"Maybe you should have locked your door!" Someone shouted earning a bunch of laughter.

Her face turned a bright red before she began shouting for everyone to get out of the house. The crowd began running out booing at the fact that the party ended earlier than expected. Someone shouted that they were going to take the party to their house.

Billy wrapped his arms around my waist and led me to the car forming a frown on my face. I didn't want to go and party anymore. I just wanted to go home and cuddle with my boyfriend. He shut the door for me before twirling his keys around his finger as he walked to the driver's side.

A sigh left my lips as he started the car and flicked on the headlights. He began to drive, putting his hand on my thigh and squeezing it lightly. I placed a hand over it and rubbed my thumb into circles.

He gave me another soft squeeze as he turned away from the trial of partygoers. "Where are we going?" I questioned giving him a look.

In response, I only got a wink.

We pulled up to his house making me slump in relief. After we stepped out of the car he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the dark house.

"Go change," he said before pressing a kiss to my cheek.

I grabbed his favorite pair of sweatpants and one of his horror movie shirts before making my way downstairs. He tackled me onto the couch before beginning to tickle me.

"You're hot when you're jealous," he said, propping his arms against my body making me roll my eyes. He dropped his head to my neck and nuzzled his nose there before pressing a soft kiss to the skin.

"I wasn't jealous," I huffed earning a slight eye roll.

"You literally cut up her entire wardrobe."

I raised an eyebrow at him. "And you killed the last guy who tried to flirt with me."

I tried to push his chest as he stuck his tongue out at me, but my efforts were futile as he pressed another kiss to my neck. We both shared a laugh, a warmth spreading through my chest.

"I love you."

We both froze at the words that left his lips, neither of us expecting to say it. Two years we have been together, but we both obviously haven't said it yet. While I knew I loved him, but I wasn't sure about his feelings.

His face contorted into a scared look before my lips curled into a smile. I pressed a kiss to his nose and wrapped my arms around his neck.

Scott made eye contact with the fierce looking man before him, patiently and nonverbally demanding that he’d lower his bow first. It took him a moment, as doubt lingered and his nose was slightly crinkled as if he was disgusted by the idea alone, but then he complied with a sigh and rotated his bow to his back and put away the arrow.

For a split second, Scott didn’t quite know where to begin, and as usual, he glanced at Stiles and Lydia for support. His best friend nodded wearily, silently communicating to tell them the bare minimum.

“We’re here to find Liam, my beta, who has been abducted by hunter called Monroe. Through camera footage we saw that she’s working with people that have markings on their skin, like you guys. We were led to this park here in New York, and when we saw you, we thought you were one of her allies.”

“A theory that hasn’t been proven wrong yet, by the way, just so we’re clear on that”, Stiles interrupted.

The archer squinted, as if he was trying to figure out why Stiles was…well Stiles, which aggravated Scott.

“Look, we don’t want to start a fight, we just want to find Liam and get back to Beacon Hills, that’s all.”

“A wolf, with red eyes, who has both a human and a warlock in his pack, yeah, that’s definitely not something to explain”, the blond man spat at him, cocking his head, pointing his blade to both Lydia and Stiles.

Scott had no idea what a warlock was, and didn’t really feel like adding yet another page to the ever-growing bestiary.

He huffed, but before he could reply, Stiles intervened again, and it would’ve been a lie to say Scott wasn’t relieved.

“Yeah well, Lydia is a banshee, and not a war-thing or whatever and Scott is an alpha, of course his eyes are red.”

“A banshee? Well, that’s a new one for sure”, another woman confidently spoke up while strutting down the glen and taking her place in between the two men, looking Lydia up and down slowly. Scott noticed how she had the same dark hair as the guy that had attacked him, next to that they both stood exactly alike; arms crossed in front of their chest with their legs somewhat apart; both sharing a fiercely gazing at him. They must be siblings, he realized.

“Yeah well, so are shadowhunters”, Lydia countered whilst cocking one brow up.

“That Monroe woman, what is she?”, the brother asked sternly, ignoring Lydia.

“She’s human, but-“

“A sociopathic bitch who has been taught all the werewolf-hunting tips and tricks in the book by Gerard Argent himself, she’s been hunting us ever since”, Lydia finished his sentence as he was slurring the “but” in search for a fitting description. And well, she wasn’t wrong.

“Gerard Argent?”, yet another guy walked towards them, panting as if he had just fought off his opponent, his clothing somewhat torn and ripped to shreds in some places. “I thought that son of a bitch was dead.” Scott looked at him with his other eyes, and saw that the guy was a werewolf too. He came towards him with a gently smile and stuck out his hand for Scott to shake. This was quite a relief, as most previous encounters with other werewolves hadn’t been so amicable.

“I’m Luke, I’m the alpha of the Brooklyn pack.” He showed his eyes, which were bright green. It didn’t take Scott by surprise completely, as Derek had told him about the existence of other “breeds” of werewolves. Nevertheless, it still was something he hadn’t actually seen before.

“I’m Scott Mccall, and that’s Stiles and Lydia, we’re from Beacon Hills.”

Luke nodded, but something told Scott that he had already heard about him.

“So, Argent huh?”

“Well Gerard is indeed dead, but he did manage to pass on the family business to someone who is willing to hunt and kill any supernatural being.”

“Why?’ the blonde questioned.

Scott sighed, as he hated the story, worst of all he understood why she was so vengeful, but it still was no excuse for all the deaths she had caused.

“A while ago we were attacked by the first Chimera, also known as the beast of Gevaudan, a creature created by dread doctors. We were able to kill it eventually, but not without it making a lot of casualties first. Monroe was one of the survivors...”

No matter how hard they tried to hide it, Scott could smell how surprised they were.

Stiles walked towards Luke, showing him the footage of Monroe and her new friends.

Luke’s eyes went wide.

“Alec, you need to see this.”

Scott's throat somehow felt raw, as if he had been screaming for days on end. He clenched his teeth in an attempt to ignore it. The concern for his beta was growing more unhealthy by the second.

The man looked at Scott with suspicion, and then closed the space in between him and Stiles, as if he wasn’t yet sure if Stiles was truly human after all.

Something about Alec got on Scott’s nerves, not that he would ever admit to that, especially in front of Stiles (not that he had to). He wasn’t sure why though, which in turn annoyed him even more. He focused just a while longer on his strange scent, just to make the heart wrenching sounds of Liam getting taken by Monroe less prominent.

As if Alec could sense his stare, he met his eyes again, before looking back at his sister and his friend. With a concerned voice he spoke up once more.

“It’s Hodge, she’s working with Valentine.

And just by the way he had said it, Scott knew this was bad news, causing the tightening sensation in his throat to worsen.