Ok actually wait though. If Derek did forget Stiles he would be forgetting his anchor. His control would slip away from him and he wouldn’t be able to understand why. He’d be falling apart, edging toward feral, reaching out toward some memory he couldn’t quite grasp hold of anymore.
Something about fingers, five fingers, and bright amber eyes, and the Beacon Hills high school locker room.
So he’d come back to Beacon Hills, confused and desperate and searching for answers, drawn back by the echo of a boy he can’t quite remember…
Imagine 6b opening with Scott and Stiles standing at the front of the school, talking, and Lydia striding towards the two of them. And when Stiles sees her, he perks up and goes, “Hey, Lydia. You look–” And she walks right up to him and kisses him on the mouth briefly and says “Thanks,” before taking his hand and walking with him and Scott into Beacon Hills high school.
“I can’t see anything.” I say under my breath to myself as I
drive home from work through the pouring rain. I try to turn my windshield
wipers in higher, only to find out they’re on the highest level they can go. I
sit back after pulling onto the side of the road, thinking where the nearest
location I can go, until the storm passes. I think to myself as I sit up in my
seat, If I take this next exit, it’ll
lead me right to my school.
I pull back into the right lane slowly, with an uneasy
feeling growing in my stomach. It’s just
the storm, I tell myself.
I pull into my schools’ parking lot, confused as to why
Stiles’ Jeep is here. I look from his empty Jeep to the main entrance to see
Stiles standing there, facing me with his hands calmly at his sides.
Why Do You Keep Apologizing! (Theo Raeken Imagine)
Here’s a Teen Wolf Imagine!
It’s actual rather longer than my usual, hope you don’t mind… I got carried away.
Requests are Open (Just bear with me)
I hope you enjoy!
You were born to a family of angels. If someone thought goody-two-shoes people were terrible, imagine how it felt to sport wings that burned every time you lied and having to move nearly every month once you’ve served your purpose.
Being an angel, you all had a specific purpose. And being part of a family, your family would spread across a town to spread positive energy throughout the people. No one could ever be in a bad mood if an angel was around… unless they’re so consumed by the darkness.
And once you stepped into Beacon Hills High School, you knew you found where you needed to go. You had a feeling you belonged to be there and it made your wings tingle underneath your jacket. You rolled your shoulders back and took a deep breath before setting off to find your locker. As you walked, there were multiple pairs of eyes on you. Not because you were an angel that just glowed (that’s actual a myth), but because there were other supernatural beings in that school that got a whiff of your scent. You just didn’t know that… yet.
“She’s not human.” Malia whispered, looking over to Scott and Liam who understood her statement. “Her scent… it’s… different.”
Scott nodded in agreement. “We don’t know if she’s a bad guy-”
“Or girl.” Lydia interrupted.
He looked over to her and nodded slightly. “Yeah… bad girl or not… We lay off her unless she proves to be a threat.”
“Just keep your wolf and coyote eyes on her.” Stiles added. “Stay. Away.”
“Well someone needs to tell Theo the plan.” Liam muttered. The pack looked over to what he meant.
And there you were, standing next to Theo Raeken, struggling to open your locker which, coincidentally, was next to his. He stood stiffly as the doors were pushed open a breeze sweeping in, carrying your scent over to him which made it stronger. Fear struck him in his bones after registering what your scent was. “Are you here to punish me?” He thought aloud.
You looked over to him as he hid his face inside his locker. “Excuse me?” You asked, politely. When there was no response, you decided to pat the young man on his muscly bicep. But then you saw darkness and a young woman tearing this boy’s heart out repeatedly. It was like a nightmare. You yelped as you pulled your hand away, immediately recognizing the feeling of darkness. It consumed him.
You were standing in a daze as Theo slammed his locker shut and hurriedly walked away from you. Your eyes trailed him.
In your first period, you introduced yourself to the teacher and was shown to a seat. There was an empty desk beside you and you couldn’t wait to attempt to befriend this new person. But fate decided to play against you as the boy from earlier sat next to you with an annoyed expression.
“Are you stalking me?” He asked, abruptly. “First you’re next to me in the morning, opening a locker that clearly wasn’t yours since you can’t even open the damn thing. And now you’re sitting next to me in my first period? I’ve never seen you a day in my life. So if-”
“I’m sorry if you got that impression.” You apologized. “I was told to sit here by the teacher. And as for the locker situation this morning, I honestly could not open the.. um… thing.”
“Damn.” Theo repeated. You raised an eyebrow. “Say it.” You shook your head. Wings tend to painfully shed a feather or two if a curse word left your mouth. Growing feathers back was the true punishment. After a long period of silence and an intense staring competition, Theo finally said, “I know what you are. And I’m not going back.”
“What?” You asked as the bell rang and class began.
After the class, you chased after him but he immediately disappeared into the crowd of students. “What did this kid mean.” You asked aloud.
It wasn’t until lunch time that you saw this mystery boy again. The two of you locked eyes across the room and he stood up to leave the cafeteria. You ran after him and just before he opened the doors to leave, you grabbed him. “Let go!” He said, shaking you off.
“What did you mean you aren’t going back?”
“Why do you care?” He shot back. “I don’t know you!”
“My apologies… I’m-I’m..” You began, but he interrupted.
“Why Do You Keep Apologizing!” He screamed. “Demons don’t do that!”
You furrowed your eyebrows. “You-you think I’m a demon?” You couldn’t even contain your laughter. His face sported a confused expression. “I apologize for my laughter. But I’m not a demon. My name is (Y/N).” You said, offering your hand.
“Theo.” He muttered. “If you aren’t a demon, then what are you? ‘Cause you’re definitely not human.”
“And I suppose neither are you.” You said with a playful smirk on your face. “You don’t need to be afraid of me, Theo. I’m not here to harm you nor take you back to that girl.” He raised his eyebrows at you, wordlessly questioning you. “That girl in your nightmares. The one that tears out your heart.”
“How did you-”
“Angels are more than just wings and good deeds, Theo.” You said. “We have purposes as to why we arrive in cities… and I have a feeling my purpose is to rid you of your darkness.”
“Can you do that?” He asked, hopeful. You smiled warmly.
I’m thinking about doing a part two… Because this feels like it needs a part two. Wouldn’t you agree?
This was it. This is my fresh start. At my last school, I was a total outcast and had no friends. But I’m totally determined to have countless friends and have a normal high school experience. It was just my mom and I. At least, that’s how it’s always been. Whenever I asked my mom who my dad was, she would simply say that he was cop who she had a one night stand with and that she never caught his name. I didn’t dwell on it much because he didn’t abandon me, he didn’t even know I existed. Maybe one day, I’d do a DNA test but right now, that really didn’t bother me.
I was the halls of your new high school. Beacon Hills High. I glance at my schedule. Econ Room 403. Where is that? Shit! First day and I’m gonna be late because I don’t even know where my class is.
“Hey,there. You want help? You look a little lost.”, said a blue-eyed boy. He was so beautiful.
“Hot.”,I immediately said,“in here. It’s hot…in here. I wore the wrong outfit. I’m gonna be….yes,I’m lost”, you tried to recover.
“What do you have?”,said the hot boy blushing.
“You’re just in luck, I have that too.”,he confirmed as he guided to Room 403.
“Are you new here?”
“Yeah.”, I said, “I’m (Y/N)”.
“Liam.”, he said sweetly.
“Hey, Scott. There’s something weird about that new girl.”, Stiles said approaching his best friend.
“The one that Liam’s been showing around?”, Scott asked.
“Yeah. I mean, Liam said she answered every question in History.”
“What was the subject in History?”
“You’re telling me that a 16 year old girl answered every question about Al Capone”
“To be honest with you, this sounds like something you would do.”,said Scott nudging his friends shoulder.
“Shut up, I wouldn’t do that…okay..maybe I would.”
Just as the boys were talking, (Y/N) walked by with Liam. Liam was laughing at something she had just said.
“And have I mentioned her eyes? They’re a brilliant shade of (Y/E/C). And I swear, in the light, they’re shimmering. Especially when she laughs because she squints her eyes and…”, said Liam nonsensically but then he was interrupted.
“Oh my god, Liam! If you say one more thing about (Y/N)’s shimmering eyes, I’m gonna kill you.”, said Stiles.
“Keep your voice down!”, said Liam scared that Stiles said it too loudly.
“Stiles is right, Liam. If you like (Y/N) that much, just ask her out.”, advised Malia.
“I’m not saying you should ask her out, just stop blabbing about her.”, muttered Stiles.
“Why?”, said Liam getting overly protective.
“Look, Liam, something’s off about (Y/N).”, Stiles stated.
“You mean the fact that she’s perfect in every way possible.”, contorted Liam.
Scott, exhausted by the two squabbling, decided to butt in.
“Stiles, have you yet to realize that (Y/N) is basically your carbon copy.”, Scott asked.
“You’re delusional, I’m nothing like (Y/N).”, Stiles said to which Liam also stated, “You’re delusional, he’s nothing like (Y/N).”
The rest of the pack rolled their eyes at the two annoying boys.
Since talking to Liam and Scott at lunch, Stiles gathered all the information on (Y/N) (L/N). Was it legal?Of course not.Was it sane?Nothing he does never is. Stiles’ information included past report cards, photos, legal documents concerning (Y/N)’s birth. Stiles had also found that (Y/N) had filed many complaints concerning bullies at her past school but no one did anything about, they even put that she has a tenacity to tell atrocious lies about her fellow classmates. This saddened Stiles but didn’t make him any less determined to find out what her deal was. His father entered the room, asking him what he was doing.
“Just working on figuring some…stuff.”, Stiles stated bluntly, hoping not to raise suspicion.
“Well stuff looks like a case file to me.”, said Sheriff Stilinski as he picked up a picture that Stiles had laid out on the table. The picture was of (Y/N) and her mother. The look on his face bewildered Stiles. He had never seen it before.
“You..you know her, dad?”, Stiles asked.
“She…she..um..I think I knew her..a long time ago.”, he stated fragments on his sentence little by little, piece by piece, as though he was in shock.
“Okay..then.”, Stiles said, confused by his father’s actions.
“Lydia,why are you dragging all of us to this party when clearly could be doing other things?”, Malia asked annoyed. Lydia was forcing Scott, Kira, Stiles, and Malia to a party that was being held by a sophomore.
“Well, Malia, if you must know, I have recently found out that both Liam and (Y/N) will be attending this party and I thought that it would be the perfect opportunity to get them together.”, Lydia stated.
“Uhhhhh! Again with this crap!”, exclaimed Stiles.
“Stiles, shut it! Liam and (Y/N) belong together. Do you not see the tension between them or are you totally blind?”, Lydia sassed.
Stiles rolled his eyes, “Whatever”.
As soon as the seniors made it to the party, Lydia managed to weasel in the idea of a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven. The game was apparently a smash hit to most people at the party. They were horny teenagers after all. Lydia then ushered Liam and (Y/N) to take part in the game. Lydia’s plan was going accordingly while Stiles’ mind twisted and turned and he was still boggled to the fact that he couldn’t figure out what was with (Y/N). Finally, it was Liam’s turn and Lydia had rigged the game so that he would pick (Y/N).
(Y/N) sucked in a breath and spoke quietly, “He doesn’t have to if he doesn’t want to.”
“I want to.”, Liam said instantly after (Y/N) spoke, “Do you?”
“Absolutely.”, she stated. They spoke like no one was in the room and it was just them speaking amongst themselves. Within a few minutes, the teens were forced in a closet and the timer started.
Stiles looked around the room only to find a boy and girl fighting across the room.
“Hey, why are those two fighting?”, Stiles asked Scott, hoping that his friend would use his powers to identify the situation. As Scott zoned in on the two people bickering, he narrated it for Stiles.
“The girl is pissed at that that boy.”, Scott stated.
“Why?”, asked Stiles.
“I don’t know..”, assumed Scott continuing to listen. Then he finally figured it out.
“They’re brother and sister and….”, Scott said and he continued but that’s all Stiles seemed to hear because after that, his mind seemed to grab Scott’s words and associate them with (Y/N). Then Stiles figured it out.
Oh my god, (Y/N) is my sister! And right now, she’s making out with Liam Dunbar.