Teen Wolf Preferences & Imagines

Anchor- Jackson Imagine

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"Jackson? It's me, Lydia." Lydia whispers, cupping her boyfriend's scaly face.
"Jackson?" her voice cracks as tears flow down her face.
Why wasn't it working?
Lydia's arms fall to her sides in defeat. Before anyone could react, he raises his arms above his head, then pushes them forward, sending Lydia flying.
Lydia's eyes flutter closed, and you know you have to get her to a hospital within the next five minutes, or she'll die.

Your heart thumps quickly in your chest. You have to do something. Now.

"I'M GLAD WE'RE ALL TAKING OUR TIME, BUT CAN SOMEONE POSSIBLY STOP THIS SCALY JERK FROM RIPPING THIS GENERATION TO SHREDS?!" Stiles cries, flinging his arms in the air.

"Stiles, don't draw attention. Only somebody who is emotionally attached to Jackson can bring him back." Scott slowly whispers.

"Great! And who would that be?" Stiles yells, slightly shaking.

Jackson spins around, his eyes scanning your group for his next victim.

Your eyebrows furrow as you take a weary step towards the Kanima.
'If this doesn't work, at least I'll die trying.'

"Jackson?" you quietly utter, slowly walking closer to him.
"Hey, it's me, Y/N." his unreadable eyes watch your every move.

You stand before him, tears blurring your vision.
Jackson's scaly hands raise in the air.
"No. Jackson. No!" you scream, grasping his arm in mid air.

Flashback, Jacksons POV
"Do you mind?" I turn my head slowly, glaring at whomever has the courage to disturb me from placing my books in my locker.
My eyes widen when they come into contact with the Y/E/C eyes of a beautiful girl.
Regaining my composure, I blink rapidly.
"Y-Yeah, I do mind." I snap back unconvincingly.

"You're standing in front of my locker." she replies, furrowing her perfectly arched eyebrows. "Move."
Without thinking, I side step.
She glares at me, before swirling her locker combination into her lock.

"So, what's your name?" I ask, leaning against my blue locker.
She slowly turns her head to scowl at me.
I raise my hands in defence, turning back to my locker.

Who does she think she is to reject me like that?

"I don't care anyway." I mumble, throwing my Math book into my locker before slamming it shut.

I turn on my heel and take a step, only to he stopped by the soft voice of the new girl.

"Hey, the guidance counsellors office is that way. You might need a session for that temper of yours." she smirks, flicking her hair off her shoulder.

My mouth opens and closes like a goldfish.

"Listen." I storm towards her, my face inches away from hers. My eyes flicker to her lips for a second, but the rage of rejection stops me from doing anything spontaneous.
"Don't think you can just waltz into my school, insulting me. I will make your time here a living hell. You hear?" I point my finger in her face accusingly, but she doesn't bat an eye.

She simply takes my pointed hand in her small one, and moves it in the direction of the guidance councellor. Without a word, she struts off to her next class.
I hate this girl. I hate her! Who does she think sh-... I need to get this girl.

"We can't kill him!" she yells, running her hands through her hair.
"If we don't, he'll kill everyone." Scott shoots back.
"No, he won't. Not if we teach him to control his powers. Just like Derek taught you. Please, give me two days. I'll teach him. I'll teach Jackson. Just give me two days."

Jacksons scaly skin slowly disappears, his hand firmly grasping yours.
His eyes turn back to the sky blue shade that you've looked into for three years.
"Oh, Jackson!" your voice cracks as you hug him tightly.
Shocked, he hugs you back. "Y/N?" he cries, tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Y/N... I love you." he pulls back from the hug, impatiently pressing his lips against yours.
He didn't need to hear your reply.
He already knew.

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