I didn’t do the whole losing control/anchor thing on this one for one main reason: Derek already has an anchor. His anchor is his anger, which he has plenty in ply. I know Scott’s anchor changed after he lost Allison, but I don’t think Derek’s anchor would ever change. I don’t think that anger would ever truly go away since it was about his family and just his life in general. That’s just a part of who Derek is, even if he’s grown and that anger isn’t so omni-present anymore. Does that make any sense?
Anyway, here’s the imagine…
Upstairs in Derek’s loft, Scott is holding a pack meeting. There hadn’t been any trouble lately, but Scott liked to hold these little meetings just to keep the pack close to one another.
Just as Scott is wrapping things up, Stiles’ phone beeps. He looks down at the text from you before standing up. “Y/N is on her way up. We have to go meet up with my dad at the sheriff’s station.”
“Who the hell is Y/N?” Derek asks, wondering who Stiles had invited into his home now.
“I’m Y/N.” Everyone looks towards the open doorway to see you standing there, your hands placed firmly on your hips.
Derek stands up and crosses his very muscular arms over his chest. “And, who the hell are you?”
“She’s my older sister.” Stiles stands up and pushes his cell phone down into the pocket of his pants.
“Wait, there’s more than one of you?” Derek turns to look at Stiles, an amused grin on his face. Stiles makes a face, silently fake laughing at Derek’s best attempt at a joke.
“What is that supposed to mean?” You move your arms up and cross them across your chest while giving Derek a mean glare. It sounded like he was degrading your little brother, and that was not something you were okay with. You’d always been protective of Stiles, especially since your mother had passed away. And, right now, you were sensing that this personality trait was going to squarely pit you against Derek Hale, who you heard plenty about from Stiles.
Derek turns towards you and lets out a short, soft chuckle underneath his breath. “So, where have you been hiding? I can’t imagine it’s easy to outrun the stigma of being related to this one.” Derek points over his shoulder with his thumb towards Stiles.
“I was at this little place called college.” You reply in a sarcastic tone. “Some people actually move on and stop hanging out with teenagers and lurking around our old high school.”
“You are so related to Stiles.” Derek rolls his eyes while reaching up and rubbing at the permanent crease in his forehead.
“Do you have a problem with that?” You ask aloud, wondering what the hell this guy’s problem actually was.
Derek lets out another laugh under his breath. “Shouldn’t you?” He quickly retorts.
You take a deep breath, locking your jaw shut, as you turn on your heel to fully face your brother. “Ready to go?” You ask him, but Stiles knows by the tone of your voice that he doesn’t actually have a choice. You were both leaving.
As you turn back around and strut back out of Derek’s loft, Stiles following behind you, Derek watches you with careful eyes. “Well then, things just a little more interesting…” Derek mutters under his breath. The smallest hint of a smile seems to be pulling at the corner of his lips.
Being back home for the summer had been just what you needed. Your first few weeks back so far had been amazing. You had really missed your dad and Stiles so much while you’d been away and getting to hang out with them again felt just like the old days. The only bad thing about being home was running into Derek Hale at ever turn. You had been willing to put your first impression of him behind you and start over, but every time you saw Derek, he just seemed more surly and sour than the time before.
One afternoon when you come home from catching up with a few old friends, you find Scott and Stiles in the living room playing video games. “Don’t you two have anything better to do?” You ask while letting your body fall back onto the couch beside your brother.
Scott, who’s sitting on a nearby chair, glances back at you. “No one, or should I say nothing, is threatening Beacon Hills right now. We need to take our downtime when we can.” He smiles back at your cheekily.
You had been made aware of the very realness of the supernatural world after your brother had been possessed by a thousand year old trickster spirit. You still found the whole thing to be bizarre and weird, but you had also just grown to accept it. Stiles wasn’t possessed anymore, and you knew that Scott was one of the good guys. You weren’t worried about your brother or Scott, who was like another little brother to you.
“And, you’re not even being stalked by an overgrown sour wolf… It must really be a good day for you two.” You tease the two teenagers.
Stiles chuckles underneath his breath, loving that you felt the exact same way about Derek that he did. “Derek’s not that bad.” Scott tells you over his shoulder as he pushes down hard on one of the buttons on the controller in his hand.
“He’s an ass.” You tell Scott point blank, not pulling your punches.
Stiles nods his head in agreement with you while he goes for the kill, pushing down on the buttons. Once he’s succeeded in beating Scott in whatever game they’re playing, he throws his controller down before lifting his arms up in the air. “Victory!” He exclaims excitedly.
Scott ignores his best friend while he turns around to look at your fully now. “He’s like that because he likes you.”
“That’s crazy.” You shake your head at Scott. “He loves to drive me insane every time we’re in the same vicinity… which is kind of a lot surprisingly.” You add on, thinking about all the times you’ve run into Derek in the last couple weeks.
“I know what I’m talking about. I can smell it.” Scott taps his nose.
Stiles suddenly stops celebrating his win and looks at Scott. “Wait, he like… really likes her? I thought it was just a fleeting thing.” Stiles faces his best friend, registering the fact that Derek Hale, the wolf who loved to torment and tease him whenever he could, actually liked his big sister. Stiles then turns to suddenly look at you.
“And, you always run into Derek because he can smell you.” Scott purses his lips before adding in something else. “He’s tracking you and running into you on purpose.”
“Wow…” You whisper out under your breath while letting everything Scott had said sink in.
It had been a few days since you’d talked with Scott, and all you’d been able to think about was Derek and what Scott had told you. You didn’t want to admit it, but knowing that Derek liked you changed things. You went back and thought over every exchange the two of you had since you’d officially met him. Instead of Derek annoying you, you actually thought it was kind of cute. It was classic, like when grade school boys picked on the pig-tailed girls they liked.
So, after figuring out how you felt about it all, which was good, you decided to confront Derek about it all. But, unfortunately, Derek had chosen now to quit borderline stalking you, and you hadn’t seen him. You’d even gone to his loft, seeking him out, but he hadn’t been there.
After resigning yourself to spending your summer pining away after a guy who obviously got over you pretty quickly, you had decided to just hang out with your little brother for the day. You and Stiles were currently in front of a redbox, arguing over what movies to rent. “Stiles, I am not watching Spiderman again!” You tell him in an exasperated tone. “We’ve already rented in three times since I’ve been home.” You remind your little brother.
“Because it’s awesome!” Stiles rolls his neck while turning to face you.
“Not everyone is as lame as you, Stiles.” The voice, which sends shivers down your spine, surprises you.
You turn around to face Derek, who is standing directly behind you. “Hey.” You nervously smile up at him.
“Hi.” Derek turns his eyes away from Stiles to look at you.
Stiles, who is now standing behind you, looks up at Derek’s face, and he can see what’s happening between you two. “Oh no!” Stiles exclaims while jumping forward and then pulling you behind him. “Before any of this…” Stiles waves his arms around. “… happens, you and I need to have a talk.” Stiles waves a finger between himself and Derek.
“Are you going to threaten to beat me up if I hurt your sister?” Derek slowly lifts his arms, his giant, muscular arms, up and crosses them across his chest.
Stiles, whose eyes drift down to Derek’s arms, squints his eyes up at Derek while locking his jaw. “That’s my sister!” Stiles points back at you. “Be nice to her.”
You let out a soft chuckle underneath your breath, thinking Stiles’ protectiveness is adorable. “Stiles, I can handle myself.” You lift your hand and pull your brother back, away from Derek. Once the teenager is standing behind you, you take a step closer to Derek. “So, what are you going to do now that you’ve had a stern talking to?” You say, teasing Stiles just a little bit.
Derek lets out a soft laugh. “I was thinking we could not rent Spiderman, and maybe go back to my loft. Get to know each other a little more.” From behind you, Stiles clears his throat, not liking the sound of that. “I meant talking.” Derek lifts his eyes to look over your shoulder at Stiles.
“I think that sounds perfect.” You bite your lip, getting Derek’s attention again.
“Great.” Derek nods his head while turning and nodding towards his car. “Right this way.
You try not to let the smile on your face get too wide. Then, you look back at Stiles. “I’ll see you at home later.” You tell Stiles before letting Derek take your hand and lead you to his jeep.
“But…” Stiles just watches you leave before turning back to the machine in front of him. “I’m getting Spiderman then…” Stiles mumbles under his breath while tapping the screen with more force than necessary.