#rememberstiles

Request: Oh great, could I have a request where the reader is Scott's twin sister and she is a witch and she loses control of her powers and she's in pain and Stiles is her anchor and stops her and it's all fluffy. Sorry if it's too complicated @fandomsofalluniverses 

I’m sorry if it’s not good! I haven’t written any imagines in a while. I’ve mainly been writing a lot of current events for my journalism class so I’m terribly out of practice.

Should I do a Scott Imagine next?

Requests are open (just bear with me)

I hope you enjoy!

You and Scott were joined to the hip. Best friends. Twins. Whatever you want to call it. You two were just so close; you were also extremely close to Stiles but in a different way. So when Scott got bit by Peter, you felt the pain through that myth called Twin Telepathy. In fact, the bite affected you as well... Just not in the same way. 

You weren’t like the others. You didn’t have glowing eyes or fangs or even voices in your head. You were a witch with manifesting magic that-at times- was hard to control, but you never had too much of a problem. Not to mention, your connection to Scott became a whole lot stronger now that you were both supernatural beings. 

You remembered the feeling of Violet’s thermal wire trying to burn through Scott’s neck. You still felt the fear to this day. The dead pool put everyone’s lives in danger, and as much as you’d hate to admit it, you were scared. Stiles and Scott noticed this fear, but knowing you, they didn’t want to ambush it out of you. 

You walked with Stiles most times to class. In times of comfort, you liked to pretend that you were a normal human with him. You liked to walk around the school as if there weren’t assassins outside the school walls, ready to shoot you down for money. But then you felt as if you were being followed and you turned around. And for a split second, you thought you saw the Mute standing right behind you. 

You stopped in your tracks, your eyes locking to the empty space the assassin had once taken up. Your brows furrowing as tears threatened to fall. The lights flickered. Once. “You okay?” you heard Stiles call out. You felt his hand on your elbow, attempting to pull you away, but it soon felt numb. Twice. “(Y/N)?” The lights turned off and the wind suddenly became strong enough to shatter the windows around the school. “Okay, not good.” Stiles whispered as he pulled you into an empty room. You ran to the corner of the room and shrank into it, wanting to disappear. 

Tears were now falling from your eyes but every time they were closed, you saw Violet, you saw Garrett, you saw the Mute. The fear was irrational, you know. They were all dead. But the memories were all too real. 

You sobbed as the windows shattered, letting the harsh winds fill the room. The sky was now a dark grey with rain and hail falling from it. “(Y/N)! Hey! It’s alright!” Stiles called out, his hands up as he cautiously took a step towards you. “(Y/N). Look at me.” Stiles said, louder this time. 

The fire alarm went off, the chemistry lab went up into flames. You shook your head, your eyes screwed shut muttering, “The Sun.. The Moon.. The Truth.” But it was no use. 

Stiles whispered, “screw it.” As he ran over to you, shaking your shoulders slightly. You looked up at him, he swore your eyes were all black. “Look at me. It’s okay. No one’s going to hurt you.”

“Stay away! I don’t want to hurt you!” You screamed, he was suddenly pushed off you by your magic. 

“I don’t care if I get hurt!” Stiles shouted, overcoming your force and standing his ground in front of you. “I Just Care About You.” He wiped away your tears as he noticed the hail storm still relentlessly pouring its ice. “No one’s here to hurt you, (Y/N). C’mon, I love you.” Before you could respond, he pressed his lips to yours and you stopped breathing. 

The sky’s curse lifted as the fires in the labs instantly became nonexistent. The door swung open to reveal coach. “C’mon Stilinski! Better McCall! The school’s gone to hell and the two of you are making out! That’s detention for a week!” 

As the two of you walked out, red in the face, you pulled Stiles to a halt. He cocked up an eyebrow, questioningly. You stood on your tip toes to kiss him. “I love you, too, Stiles.” 

All! I! need! is! to! see! his! perfect! face! on! my! screen! and! that! would! make!me! the! happiest! girl! ever! Is! that! too! much! to! ask! for!😩