Stiles Stilinski Imagines 🦊

:Premonitions Pt. 4:

* Listen to: Murder Song (5, 4, 3, 2, 1) (Acoustic) - AURORA (Norway) *

Word Count: 1,867

I found myself in a basement. It was dark, musty, and cold. There were papers scattered all around the floor. I had no idea where I was or why I was here? My bare feet moved across the floor and soft moans could be heard. I moved around a pile of cardboard boxes. The sight that was in front of me, killed me. Stiles was lying on top of a long haired brunette. They were both wrapped around each other, naked. I couldn't tear my eyes away as he buried himself deep inside her. Her head rolled back as she kept her eyes screwed shut. The woman that was underneath the person I never thought would hurt me was Malia. I wanted to scream at him. My fingers were itching to grip his arm and shove him off of her. But I was glued forced to watch the scene unfold before me. His name slip past her lips in a low whisper which made him groan in pleasure. My hands gripped my hair as I closed my eyes. I kept telling myself that it was a nightmare.

A voice snuck up beside me as it whispered, "Does he truly love you, Y/N? Watch as he makes love with her."

"No, this isn't real." I kept my eyes closed .

His low chuckle made goosebumps rise on my skin, "This is real and I'm real." Hands grabbed my shoulders and turned me to face him, "Open your eyes and look at me."

I refused as I kept my eyes closed.

"LOOK AT ME!" He shouted as his hands tightened on my shoulders.

The sound of his booming voice forced my eyes open. That's when I saw Stiles in front of me, "Stiles?"

He laughed as he threw his head back, "Silly dove." He walked behind me as he gripped my chin in his fingers, "I'm Void. I am the one who resides within Stiles." He forced my face to look at Stiles kissing Malia, "Look at him Y/N. No remorse on his face. It's like he has forgotten all about you."

I watched as heavy pants left his lips and his hips thrusting in between her legs. I refused to cry. I didn't want Void to have the satisfaction that I was on the verge of breaking down, "This is a trick. It isn't real."

"Tell me does this feel real to you?" His finger nails buried themselves into my chin.

I let out a scream as I felt blood dribble down. I pushed away from him and then I found myself on Stiles's bedroom floor. I got up quickly as I scanned the bedroom. My breathing was erratic. It was a dream, only a dream. I felt liquid on my chin. I brushed it with my fingertips and I saw the red. What if it wasn't a dream?

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We were all waiting at Scott's house with a paralyzed Void. Kira's mom managed to capture him and brought him here. Void was sitting on the brown sofa with black masking tape across his mouth. Melissa, Scott, Kira, Lydia, and Deaton were in the kitchen discussing the next step. I was on babysitting duty. I was trying my best to avoid making eye contact with Void. Of course it was difficult because a part of me wished to look up and see Stiles's eyes looking back. My gaze moved up and noticed tears on his face.

I walked over towards him as I wiped a tear from his eye, "Stiles?"

He gave a small nod as he let out a few sniffles. I quickly gripped the edge of the tape and softly pulled it from his lips. The sweet expression that he had was replaced by that evil smirk.

"Really, Y/N? A few little tears is all it takes to make you crumble?" He let out a soft chuckle.

I let out a frustrated groan, "What do you want?"