Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Home (Part 3) // Stiles Stilinski

Just as your heart had lifted, you felt it plummet straight to the ground. Perhaps you should have listened to the gangs' pleas for you to stay back. They had told you all about this new version of Stiles; Void Stiles, to be exact. You knew that deep down, he could control the beast inside of him with enough willpower, but how you were going to help with that was where you felt useless. All you wanted was for him to be safe. Not only do you have to worry about your father's attack on your friends, but now you had to deal with the problems of your ex-something.

"What did you do to him?" You asked forcefully, although you only felt as tough as a gummy worm at the moment.

"Oh, no need to fret, beautiful." A shiver ran down your spine as you heard those words fall from his lips. You knew they didn't come from Stiles, but his voice had rekindled any old feelings you had ever had for him. You held back the sudden tears that felt the urge to fall. You stayed still as he stepped closer to you. "Stiles is still in here. Believe me, he is. You should hear him. It's quite awkward if you ask me, because he's not asking for you. Hate to break it to you, love, but you've been replaced."

"What are you talking about?"

"She's a feisty little number, that girl. I'm sure you must have ran into her on the way in. Although, I don't necessarily see what Stiles sees in her. You're far more beautiful than her." He closed more of the gap between you, running a hand down your cheek. You held yourself back from relaxing into his touch. It was so difficult for you to remember that this wasn't Stiles.

"What makes you think that I care?" You spat at him, a harsh glare now present on your face. "I left didn't I?"

"Yes, but now you're back, aren't you? He countered with a sickly sweet grin.

"It has nothing to do with Stiles." You argued, although you felt a tweak in your heart as those words were exposed to the world.

"But he's the reason why you haven't just decided to turn back and run, correct?"

"I want to save my friends."

"You want to save Stiles more than anyone." He switched your words around. You didn't bother arguing any further, for it would get you nowhere. As much as you hated to admit it, he may be right. Stiles technically is the one going through the most trauma now.

"What's your point?"

"My point ... is that you're wasting your time." Void explained, feigning despondency. You rolled your eyes. "I can hear him, you know. He's just begging for me to rip you to shreds right at this moment."

"Now I know you're lying." You grunted, throwing a punch faster than lightning; there was no way that he could block it. Of course, you had underestimated him. He grabbed onto the outside of your wrist, using the other to bend your arm and swinging you around. Your arm was now tucked in between you two at a painful position. His cold fingers gripped onto your shoulder, his breath could be felt on the back of your neck.

"It's going to take a lot more than that to defeat me, little dove." He nudged his nose against your ear. For a moment, you thought it would be better for you to imagine it being Stiles. On the other hand, he could get you to do a lot more if you were to alter your brain into thinking that way. That was the last thing you wanted to happen.

"Give me Stiles." You growled, struggling against his rock-solid grip.

"Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you?" He laughed. "You really don't pay attention to detail, don't you? I thought I told you that Stiles wanted nothing to do with you? You're history, sweetheart. The second you broke his heart you were done."

"The hell do you mean by that?"

"You know exactly what I mean. Stiles loved you, sweetheart. In exchange, you run off without even a goodbye."

"I had no control over that, and he knows that." Tears filled your eyes. Had Stiles really loved you? Did you break his heart when you left?

"But does he really?"

"Let go of me, you piece of chicken shit." You spat, and his grip loosened just enough to allow you to escape. You created some distance between the two of you.

"You poor, damaged, weak, little girl." Void clicked his tongue sympathetically, although it was all fake.

"You don't know anything about me." Slowly, you began to lose yourself. Just in seconds you were going to be fully transformed; sharp fangs, yellow eyes, fur on your cheeks. All you wanted was for Stiles to hold you in his arms once again. For him to tell you that Void was lying, that he still loved you. You needed him more than ever. He was and still is your anchor. Another thing that popped into your mind was the revelation of it being a full moon tonight. You were screwed. You didn't want to hurt Stiles. Scott had told you that if you hurt Void that Stiles would suffer from the same injury; it was still Stiles's body after all.

"Oh, but I do." He grinned.

Your head began to spin, every single word to leak from Void's lips pouring into your head all at once. It wouldn't be long before it would all spill out and explode. The second your eyes met the cold brown eyes of what used to belong to Stiles, everything broke free. A sob escaped your lips as you felt yourself began to change. There was no one there to restrain you from hurting Stiles.

Or so you thought.

A pair of arms had wrapped around you from behind moments after your teeth had sharpened. They pulled you out of the room as Void just grinned after you, feeling accomplished as he was the one to make you fully lose control. You thrashed against the person's small arms as you exited the room. You were carefully set against the closed door. Expecting to see Lydia or Allison when you raised your eyes, you were left in shock once more.

"Calm down, okay?" Your eyes landed on a demanding brown-eyed girl. She kneeled in front of you, pinning your wrists to the door so you wouldn't lunge at her. You soon realized she was the one you had hid from before your confrontation with Void. She came back. "I know exactly what you're going through right now; you're not alone. Everything's okay. Just think of something that will get your mind off of this."

You nodded, allowing your mind to wander to Stiles. Those gorgeous brown eyes, always filled with excitement and adventure. His effortlessly styled hair and how he had the tendency to run his hands through it. You remembered how soft that hair felt between your fingers as he'd press those pink lips against yours. His fingers latching onto your sobbing form when you were upset, soothing words filling your ears.

Your Heaven soon turned to Hell once those cold eyes broke into your line of thought. His pale skin, cold fingers, cold skin, cold everything. Before you knew it, you were suddenly transitioning into a panic attack. You tried your hardest to listen to the mystery girl's words, but you couldn't. Everything was spinning, including her.

The hold on your wrists had disappeared, the door behind you opening as you were pulled away from it, presumably by that girl. She set you down a second or two later as a larger pair of hands latched onto your shoulders. Another voice filled your ears, but it was still cloudy. You clenched your eyes shut, rubbing them in hopes that your vision would clear. Your eyes had shot open at the sound of the voice that kept you up awake for months at a time. The picture still remained blurred, but it was nowhere near as harsh. It was like the view a person with glasses had without them. A certain pair of brown eyes caught your attention.

"Y/N?" Their soft voice was all you could make out. Hands touched your clammy cheeks. That seemed to be enough to slowly start to pull you back to Earth. Fingers swiped the tears from your cheeks. "Baby, it's me. You're okay. It's Stiles. Focus on my voice, okay? Nothing else. Find my voice."

"Stiles?" You mumbled, slipping in and out of your conscious being. With your vision fading to black, three more words floated into the air around you.

"I forgive you."