IMAGINES ⌲ stiles stilinski

the doctors worst deed

  "Y/N, are you okay?" He rushed, pacing in his own room. A nervous habit he'd gotten from her.

  "Who's this?"

Stiles froze, just as confused as she was.

  "It's... Stiles. Your boyfriend?" He nervously laughed.

  "Very funny, whoever you are. I'm not dating anyone." Y/N shook her head at the person at the other end, regardless if they could see her or not.

  "Wha- yes. Y/N, you're dating me. Remember? Stiles Stilinski. We've kind of known each other since freshmen year."

  Stiles was freaking out now.

"I'm sorry. I don't know a 'Stiles'. Maybe- wrong number?"

  His heart broke. Why couldn't she remember? Why did the one of the people he cared about more than himself not remember him?

  "Oh." He mumbled, tears pricking his eyes. Stiles quickly wiped them with the sleeve of his jacket.

"Yeah. Maybe."

"Sorry again, talk to you later?"   Y/N laughed. Stiles heart fluttered when he heard it, but sunk again when he remembered she wasn't laughing because of one of his usual bad puns or sarcastic remarks.

  "Yeah." He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

  The phone clicked off and Y/N just smiled and shrugged. What a crazy night, she thought.

  Stiles was feeling an ocean wave of emotions, on the other hand.

  He tried to keep down his sobs, since he was currently standing upstairs in a house of werewolfs.

  He'd stepped upstairs to call her over for a pack meeting, but was greeted with worse than he could've ever imagined.

  Liam heard though. His new-found senses immediately picking up his raise of heart beat and rapid crying.

  "What's wrong with Stiles?" He asked out loud. Malia and Scott focused now, understanding what he meant.

  "I'll go see if he's okay." Scott assured them, leaping up the stairs by twos.

  He walked around upstairs until he found Stiles in a spare room, slouched over on the bed.

  "You okay?" Scott spoke up, startling Stiles.

  But he only looked up, revealing his red eyes and wet cheeks.

"Man, what happened?" Scott egged on, worried about his best friend.

  "She- she doesn't remember." He croaked, staring blankly at the wall.

  "Who... Who doesn't remember?"

Stiles almost couldn't say it. He was afraid his voice was going to cut off, silencing him from saying the words.

  "Y/N. She- when I called, she had no idea who I was." Stiles cried, shaking his head.

  "What?" Scott retorted, ultimately confused. "How does Y/N not remember you?"

"I don't know. But I called and she just said she didn't know a Stiles and that I called the wrong number."

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  Y/N maybe wasn't as confused as Scott, but she definitely was questioning where she was.

  She'd pressed the home button on her GPS and it took her to a house, one that wasn't hers.

  Maybe she just forgot? She'd been forgetting a lot tonight.

  She shrugged and walked up to the front door, sliding in a key which fit perfectly and waltzed in the room.

  She turned around, shutting the door. But when she turned around, she shrieked when she saw four strangers in her living room.

  "What the hell are you doing in my house?!" She yelled.

  Lydia, Kira, Malia and Liam all had the same expression on their face.

  "Waiting for you." Lydia groaned. "The pack meeting started twenty  minutes ago."

  "Pack meet- I don't know who you guys are but you need to get out before I call the cops!" Y/N yelled, threatening to reach for her phone in her back pocket.

  "You won't need to. You've got the sheriff's son right upstairs." Kira smiled innocently, pointing upstairs.

  "Why?" Y/N widened her eyes.

"You are dating him, right?" Malia raised an eyebrow.

"Why does everyone think that? I'm not dating anyone!" She yelled, seriously becoming frustrated.

  Back upstairs, Scott heard her shouting downstairs.

  "Apparently she remember where you live." He spoke up, staring out the doorway.

  Stiles eyes widened before he launched off the bed and almost threw himself off the stairs.
 
  "Y/N?!" He yelled, as he stumbled into the living room.

  All eyes were on him, just as he looked at all of them.

  They were on the couch, the seemingly repetitive confused expression on all of their faces.

  He met eyes with Y/N, who was curled up against the front door. Stiles sighed in relief, she remembered.

  He rushed over to her, wrapping his arms around her.

"Thank god." He mumbled, squeezing her tighter.

  "Get the hell off me! You people are crazy!" Y/N shouted.

  Stiles eyes widened as he pulled away, staring at her.

  "You- you really don't remember?" He said, his voice cracking.

"Remember what?" Y/N groaned, tired of feeling investigated.

  "Y/N-" Scott spoke up, slowly walking up behind Stiles.

  "Do you recognize anyone in this room?"

  She glanced one last time, inspecting their faces throughly now.

  She shrugged. "No."
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A/N:: part two? eh eh lol I kinda like this one idk tell me what u think

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