Teen Wolf Imagines

Stiles Imagine - You can't save everyone

Stiles was disgusted at himself. He’d told you to stay home. To stay away from the fight that had been happening, and yet he didn’t push hard enough. He didn’t make it clear that you weren’t to come and that was that. Now he was watching helplessly as you were thrown against a wall, head hitting the floor first. 

"NO!" 

He moves on instinct, grabbing the first thing he can and managing to hit the werewolf with it. Honestly, he doesn’t care if he ends up dying because of this, he just needs to get you away from here. Stiles places his ear against your mouth, hearing the small breaths. Oh thank god. Alright, all he needs to do is get you to the hospital. 

There’s fighting and yelling going on, but he doesn’t care, stumbling up with you in his arms, telling Scott that they need to leave. NOW. Which catches the alpha’s attention, and when his eyes land on you, he feels his own heart picking up pace. This was bad. He tells Stiles to go ahead of them, needing to finish this with the rest of the pack. But you were a sister to him, and seeing you hurt scared him to no end. 

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Waking up is most likely hell, as your head is pounding and you’re pretty sure this was not your bedroom. Blinking at the fluorescent lights, you turn your head to see a boy sleeping in one of the chairs. He was in the most compromisingly awkward positions, and you clear your throat, making his head shoot up. A snort comes from him, and then he wipes at his mouth. Seeing you, his eyes widen, and he moves over to you, taking your hand. 

"Oh thank god. You’re awake! How are you feeling babe? Do you remember what happened? You took such a nasty blow I thought I lost you and-"

"I’m sorry, but who are you? I…I don’t really remember much. Where am I?" you ask, making the boys smile fade. 

"I’m Stiles. Stiles Stilinski. Your boyfriend. Remember?" he whispers, fingers tugging his very short hair. 

Your head tilts to the side, and you shake your head, whispering sorry again before you let your hand drop from his. The name nags at the back of your head, but you don’t remember having a boyfriend. Or if you did, you very highly doubt it was this boy. He was far too out of your league. 

A dry feeling starts in your throat, and then one of the nurses walks in, and you sigh in relief. Thank god for distractions. 

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"You’ve got to quit glaring at them Stiles, that won’t change what’s going on. If you don’t tell her something, she won’t even remember," Scott tells Stiles, who’s hiding behind a soda machine, angrily glaring at you and Isaac.

It had been almost three months since you lost your memory, and though Stiles and everyone had tried to get it back to you, it just never worked. So you hazily started piecing things together, and low and behold, with how everything came together, you were sure Isaac was your boyfriend. 

He was cute, sweet, and very gentle and soft spoken. Isaac held a promise of always being there, and yet, something still nagged you about it. Like it wasn’t right. You laugh at something Isaac says, and that’s the last straw for Stiles. 

"I’m done with this!" 

Moving before anyone else can say or do anything, Stiles runs over, grabbing you and kissing you harshly. He’s putting everything into it, and he wants you to remember. Please, just remember. Finally, after a few moments, you start kissing back, and your fingers tangle in his hair. 

"Stiles…Stiles quit it!" you laugh, pushing his face away. He pouts, a whimper coming from him as he stumbles back a step, lips still puckered. 

"Wait…you…"

"I remember. Jesus, you can get very jealous, can’t you?" you whisper, making him frown. 

Taking his hand, you smile and kiss him again. “It’s been a while. But hey, I love the effort you put into it. Shows how much you love me.”