Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Confiding in You-VOIDStiles

"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" Scott asked for the hundredth time.

"I'll be fine. Besides, he can't move. It's like babysitting a cat," I joked trying to reassure the nervous werewolf in front of me. I looked over at what looks like, but isn't, Stiles.

"Okay," Scott hesitated. "If anything happens, call me."

"I will," I said practically pushing him out the front door. When it was shut, I locked it before turning around and heading back into the room where Stiles was still sitting on the couch.

As I looked at him, a wave of fear and sadness washed over me. He sat there, smirking at me. "And how are you doing today, Y/N?"

"Shut up," I sighed, rolling my eyes.

"Oh! You're a sassy one."

"Yeah and you're a shitty one ruining our lives."

"Ruining? That's not how I see it," he laughed.

I used to love that laugh. I used to love that smile, those eyes. I used to love the boy sitting in front of me. That was until a fox decided to take over his body.

"You don't like me do you?"

I looked up at him and sent him an annoyed glare. "Seriously? You have the audacity to wonder why I hate you? Let's list out the facts, shall we? You are thousands of years old. You came to this town and decided to take over the kindest person here. You turned him against his own friends. You're using his body as a shield because you know we would never hurt him. That's why I hate you. He's why I hate you."

"Aw," he fake pouted. "Should I say I'm sorry?"

"You should get the hell out of the love of my life's body," I mumbled.

"Wait, what?"

I looked up to see him looking at me differently. For a second, it was almost like I was looking at Stiles. "You love him?" He asked softly.

I looked at him, body paralyzed, dark eyes and had the courage to do what I could never do if it was actually Stiles in front of me.

"Yes," I said with tears in my eyes. "I'm in love with Stiles Stilinski."

I smiled as I remembered the day we first met. "I've been in love with him since fourth grade when he stopped Jackson from emptying out my backpack and kicking my stuff around the playground. He played with me at recess every day after that, always keeping an eye out for Jackson."

I stopped talking when I noticed him looking at me the way Stiles looked at me whenever I told a story.

I cleared my throat before adding, "It doesn't matter anymore. Thanks to you, he'll never know because you're slowly killing him. You should just kill me because watching you turn the love of my life into a monster has been complete torture. Kill me and let him go."

My voice broke as I begged him to let Stiles, my Stiles, go. I looked up at his face and my heart sank. I saw the boy I've been in love with for years but if I took a closer look, he wasn't him.

"What?" I scowled when I noticed him looking at me oddly.

"It's just. . . You'd really do that? Give up your own life? Just to save him?"

"That's what you do for the people you love. Especially the one you could see spending the rest of your life with." I looked up and watched as he studied my face. Our eyes locked, neither one of us saying anything.

I bit my lip as the tears started to stream down my cheeks. Ever since the Nogitsune took over Stiles, I haven't been able to sleep. All I wanted was to have my Stiles back.

"But what do you care?" I scoffed, blinking away the tears. "The only thing you love is power, so why would you care that you took away the man I love." I rolled my eyes and started to leave the room.

"Wait," he called out. I let out a defeated sigh and turned around. "You're the one he's most worried about."

"What?"

"Ever since your friends left you here with me, he's been screaming at me not to hurt you. Saying that he'll kill me if I lay a finger on you." He paused before adding, "Y/N, he's in love with you."

"You're lying," I said, my voice breaking. "This is what you do. You feed off of fear and pain to gain power. So why the hell should I trust you?"

"Because it's me," he said suddenly gasping in pain. "Y/N, it's me. I'm. . . I'm fighting, but not for long."

I ran over and knelt in front of him. "Stiles?" My voice broke as I gently reached up and cupped his face in my hands, brushing his bangs out of his face.

"I love you Y/N," He said softly. "And I'm so sorry about everything he's made me do. But that doesn't change how much I love you."

I pulled his face towards mine and pressed my lips to his. My heart beat sped up as our lips moved in sync. I pulled away and looked into his eyes.

"I'll come back," he mumbled. My breath got caught in my throat as Stiles slowly and painfully turned back into the Nogitsune. I watched as he tried to fight him off, but failed. And just like that, the man I loved was replaced by a monster.