Teen Wolf Stiles Stilinski x reader

Manipulation

Scott stops talking to me and just focuses behind me, "What?" I ask him.

 "He is staring at you," he answers.

 I turn around and he is right, Void has all his attention on me, looking me straight in the eyes without blinking. Almost like he is trying to tell me something, even behind those dark eye bags, I can still sense the real Stiles here. 

"Take it off," I say to my mom. She rips off the tape from his mouth before he scoffs, "Really Brooky?"

"What do you want Void?"

"I simply just want to talk to my best friend."

"So do I, if he wasn't currently possessed by you."

"No, hey, I'm not possessed, Brook. You have to trust me... it's Stiles."

Deaton and Isaac shake their heads, believing that he is not telling the truth. Part of me wants to believe him but the other does not. He sheds a tear and begs us to believe him, "Please dad, please." His dad sighs as he watches his son sob, trying to make him feel guilty.

"You can't fool us, but go ahead, try and prove it," Stiles' father says.

"Tell me something that only the real Stiles would say," I tell Void.

He smirks and looks at me, "Well I know I tell you this too much, and you already get it a lot, but you are so pretty," he replies.

I start to reach out my hand to his but then it hits me. The real Stiles only ever talks about my personality rather than my appearance. "That's not Stiles," I state moving back.

The sheriff steps in front of me, in front of Void and yells at him, "Get the hell out of my son!"

Void shouts at him in response so my mom covers his mouth with tape. Scott raises his hand and his claws stick out, "Are you ready?" He asks and I sit beside Void. Scott stands behind us and places his fingers on the back of our necks, before abruptly impaling them in. I can hardly hear the groans of Void over my own screams. The pain is unbearable and my vision goes white, my ears are ringing and when I open my eyes, I see myself in a hospital. The hospital I was in during my coma. I lay on the bed as Stiles speaks to me with a shaky voice, 

"This is my fault, this is on me and if you don't wake up then I don't know what I would do without you in my life. You are really strong and if anyone can get through this, it's you, Brooklyn. I'm going to be right here when you wake up, and I will make sure nothing bad ever happens to you again."

 He leaves the room and as I try and move, I find myself in another bed. I am in Stiles' room and I figure that I am in his position. I must be in one of his night terrors. The door creaks open and in walks someone, someone who appears inhuman. I can see his sharp fangs and bandage-covered face. I try and move but cannot seem to, he moves closer towards me and starts repeating the words, "Mischief." His voice grows louder as my surroundings seem to get darker, making me feel trapped and afraid. I feel the exact same way that Stiles had explained about being in sleep paralysis. I scream, "Go away!"

Scott's POV

I open my eyes and I am in Brooklyn's room, but it looks different. This must be one of Stiles' memories with her. She is laying on her bed doing homework when her window opens and Stiles climbs through, falling on his face. "What the fuck!" She shouts and throws her book at him, he stumbles back, "Stop, it's me!" He covers his face and stands up as she hurriedly closes her door and shushes him. He has a buzzcut, looks younger and seems like he has no worry in the world... almost like when I first met him. I haven't seen him this bright in a long time. I can see that it is dark out, so I suppose her mom must be asleep. Stiles sits on her desk but she pulls him off, and to the window, "Get out, I don't want to see you right now," she states. "Brook listen, I know I wasn't with you today for your birthday, and I can't begin to tell you how sorry I feel," he explains while sitting her down, "I was a witness of this murder that happened on my way home. The detectives did not let me out of their sight until a half-hour ago, not even my dad could have convinced them."

She rolls her eyes, "Ok, I believe you. Now care to explain why you are here in the middle of the night?" He opens her closet and throws her a coat, "I want to make it up to you, let's go."

"Wha- now?" She asks.

"Yes now," he says grabbing her hand and they sneak out from the window. I look out and they sit in his jeep so I use my werewolf senses to hear them. He hands her a bag, "I bought you a few of these shirts so you can stop using mine."

She chuckles, "Exactly like your ones, perfect!"

Stiles grins and pulls out a necklace from his pocket, "So um, my dad and I were kinda going through some old things and I found this. It was hers and she doesn't need it anymore so I'm giving it to you." He puts it around her neck and they just look at each other for a moment. The way he looked at her is different, the way you look at someone you are in love with. I can't help but listen to my supernatural senses, I can tell that Stiles likes her. 

She breaks the silence, "I thought you were broke."

"Well I might have had some help from Lydia," he replies and they laugh. "We really need to find jobs!" She blurts out and he turns on the engine, "Ok, so we can go and pull some pranks on Liam, or we can sneak into a bar," Stiles suggests.

"I am thinking... scaring the shit out of Liam."

They drive away before the bedroom door opens and Melissa walks in. She peaks out of the open window and sighs, she looks like she is used to this. I rush out of the front door expecting to be on the front porch but instead, I find myself in a vehicle. I see the Sheriff in the front seat with a young boy in the other. I hear the radio buzz, "Stilinski, we got a runaway girl, repeat, a little girl last seen heading in your direction. Her name is Brooklyn Mccall," a deputy says. "Hey that girl is in my class," the little boy says.

He points to her on the road in front of them and the car abruptly stops. The sheriff jumps out of the car and grabs her from the road. She tries to run from him, he calms her and leads her into the car. She looks exactly like she does now, but has shorter hair, she hasn't cut her hair that short since I left. We arrive at the station and the kids take a seat in the office while after calls her mother. "Stiles! Grab her something to eat, will you?" He asks his son. Stiles comes back with an apple and asks, "So, you want to tell me what's wrong Brooklyn Mccall?"

I can tell she had been crying but she answers, "You remember Scott?"

"Um, your brother, right? Step-brother."

"He left with his dad, I don't think I'll ever see him again. I miss him so much... he is my best friend," she sniffles. I never knew I had meant so much to her before, I feel my chest start to ache. This is all too much for me, I close my eyes and try to get back but when I open them, all I see is white.