Teen Wolf Gif Imagines/Oneshots

Stiles Stilinski (Request)

This was a request from pterodactylshriek, but it was a one word request, so I basically made the story up around the word Hypothermia. Anyways I hope you enjoy it, and please tell me if there is anything you want me to change, because I want this to be exactly how you imagined it to be.

Bodies. There were bodies everywhere. Thats all you could see across the forest floor. Light snow fell, specks falling on all of the dead people laying on the ground. Blood dripped from their ears, and the corners of their mouths, their eyes wide open as if they were shocked the second before they were killed. You looked around, trying to see if there was anything you could recognize around you. The only thing that looked even remotely familiar was the large tree stump sitting in the middle of the pool of bodies.

Suddenly you wake up, and you're rolling down a hill, flipping over logs and smacking into uncovered tree roots. Pain shot through your leg as you were sent flying over a fallen tree trunk, and you heard a definite crack. You cried out, trying to stop yourself from rolling down wherever you were any further, but that just resulted in you cutting a deep gash into your hand from an old, broken bottle.

Finally you stopped rolling, and you just sat there for a minute, trying to catch your breath. All you could tell without looking was that it was cold. In fact your whole body was shivering unvoluntarily. You tried to sit up, but another cry of pain escaped you lips as your leg protested the action.

Once you had decided that you obviously werent going to be able to sit up, you looked around at your surroundings, trying to figure out where you were. Your thin tanktop and pj pants were soaked through with snow, making them practically useless against the below freezing weather. Thats when you noticed the ice cold something touching your feet. You looked down past your legs, and what you saw made you start shivering even more. After you had stopped rolling, your feet must have crashed through the thin layer of ice at the bottom of the ditch, revealing the ice cold water beneath. Your leg, which you assumed to be broken, still refused to move, and the hill was too steep to try and climb back up. Both of your feet were stuck in the water, and you were getting colder by the second. With all of your might, you tried to pull your feet out, only succeeding with one.

Sobs racked through your body as the reality of the situation hit you, and so did the full amount of pain. You were stuck out in the middle of the woods with no way of contacting anyone, you were pretty sure your leg was broken, your foot was stuck in ice water, and it was still snowing. It was pointless to cry, but it felt like there was nothing else you could do, even as your tears almost froze the second they left your eyes.

You werent thinking straight, and your mind felt like it was shutting down, the cold starting to numb your injuries. With one last thought, you screamed as loud as you could, letting the wail rip from your throat, hoping your banshie voice was loud enough for someone to hear, and then everything went black.

Stiles's POV

"Hey Stiles," my dad whispered, shaking my shoulder trying to wake me up. "Stiles."

"What," I groaned, telling him that I was awake.

"I have to go out. The station just called. Apparently a girl went missing about two hours ago." This peaked my interest just enough for me to turn over to face him.

"Who is it," I ask lazily. He looks down at me, stress written all over his features, as if he was nervous to tell me.

"(Y/n)."

At Scotts house (Stile's POV)

"Stiles calm down. What about (Y/n)?" Scott asks me, the rest of the pack looking just as confused as Scott sounded.