Teen Wolf Imagines

Game Changer - Void!

A chill ran down your spine as you leaned your head in your palms. The dead silence was killing you, leaving you to your thoughts. You didn't know where you were, but you knew who had taken you. Stiles.

Well, it wasn't really Stiles.

It was the Nogitsune wearing Stiles' face. You knew that. Half of you was absolutely terrified, but the other half wasn't.

You understood the part of you that didn't feel afraid.

You had been in love with Stiles for as long as you could remember. It wasn't like he had romantic feelings. His feelings were platonic and it killed you. He was far too infatuated with Lydia Martin to develop mutual feelings.

But you understood. She was Lydia Martin. Queen of Beacon Hills.

You were just Y/N. There wasn't anything special about you.

A harsh breath was pushed from your lips as you lifted your head from your hands and looked around. You were in a long tunnel that seemed to have no end. The sound of footsteps coming closer and closer caused your blood to run cold and your heart rate to pick up. The footsteps echoed across the walls, taunting you.

Finally, the Nogitsune came into view. You gulped, scuffling as you struggled to push yourself to your feet. A sadistic smirk rested on it's lips as it neared you. You backed up, stumbling over your own feet as you walked.

A dark chuckle filled the air. The part of you that hadn't been afraid had slipped away as you finally accepted that this wasn't Stiles.

Stiles was safe. Right?

The thought of him being anything but okay made terror run through your bones. The Nogitsune stepped closer to you as your back collided with a wall. It tilted it's head to the side as it observed you.

"You're thinking about Stiles." It stated, a cold finger began to trail across your cheek which caused you to flinch.

You refused to answer, but the Nogitsune already knew.

How did it know?

"He's thinking about you too."

This statement caused you to look up to meet the eyes of the Nogitsune. You wouldn't let it's looks deceive you. Stiles' eyes would make you melt under his stare. You would not let the Nogitsune have the same effect on you.

"You don't know that." You said.

The same dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, filling your ears.

"Oh, but I do, Y/N. Don't you know how the feels about you?" It said, stepping impossibly closer to you and placing it's soft lips beside your ear.

"Don't you know about how much he worries about you?" The voice coming from Stiles' lips was menacing and cold.

Although the Nogitsune had his voice too, it sounded nothing like Stiles.

Stiles' voice was warm and calming. This one made goosebumps raise on the back of your neck and arms, and not in a good way.

"H-He doesn't." You stuttered, turning your head the opposite way.

"Yes, he does. In fact, I can guarantee that he's crying over you at this very moment."

"Stop messing with me. Just let me go." You pleaded, clenching your teeth together.

"I'm only telling the truth." It sneered, its lips trailing down your ear and to your neck.

"He's in love with you." You clenched your eyes shut and took a deep breath as the lips belonging to Stiles brushed across your neck. You knew you couldn't believe anything the Nogitsune said.