Teen Wolf preferences and imagines

#1 How you met

Derek

You had decided to take a jog after school in the woods down the street from your house. You had never taken your after school jog in the woods so you decided to switch things up. You plugged your earphones into your phone and then put them in your ears. You strapped the tracker onto your upper arm and then started running towards the woods. You reached the edge and then slightly slowed your running.

You jumped over roots and then went up and short hill. You saw an old house which looked like the remains of a fire. Pulling out your earphones you walked in. To the left there was a living room with old furniture. You walked into the living room and rubbed the dust off a picture. It was a family picture. There were a lot of children and many adults. You smiled and dusted off the rest of the dust. You were rubbing the dust off the middle and when you moved your thumb it revealed a hot boy with blacked spiked hair in the front. He was wearing a leather jacket and had a small smile.

"Excuse what are you doing here? This is private property." A deep husky voice said behind you. You jumped and turned around.

There stood an older version of the boy you though was hot. You blushed and looked down.

"Sorry I just wanted to switch things up for my jog and while I was running through the woods and saw this house. Sorry." You mumbled the last sorry.

"Now that I think about it you should stay I break that rule for you. Derek. Derek Hale. It was nice meeting you...."

"Y/N. Y/N L/N/. It was nice meeting you too. Well I better be going. Bye Derek." You said and waved. You walked out the front door and out of the woods. You ran the rest of the way back to your house and then walked in. You walked up to your room and flopped on your bed.

You thought about seeing Derek again. And realized that you had fallen for a hot bad boy.

Isaac

You were at your younger brother Stiles' lacrosse game. He had just made first line and tonight was his very first game on the field. He was the school nerd and was always bullied. You were the older like the older sister that fought off the bullies even if it did mean a fist fight and you getting a bloody nose or a little worse.

Stiles was sixteen while you were 18. You watched his team group up as you took a drink of your Monster drink. You set in on the empty seat next to you and then zipped up you jacket. Scott, Stiles' best friend since third grade scored a shot and everybody stood up and cheered. The boys who were put on the bench by Coach Finstock even cheered. You sat back down and took another drink of your Monster. You realized that your brother and member of the other team were arguing. Stiles' helmet was off and he was holding it between his forearm and hip. You knew he was angry because his eyebrows were furrowed. You quickly picked your Monster up and ran down the bleachers. You speed walked to the boys and put a hand on the other guys' chest while the other lifted and put the drink to your lips.

"Who's this your babysitter?" The boy asked and laughed.

"No actually. I'm his older sister fuck boy." I said and every in the bleachers ooed and awed.

"Oh so now he needs his sister to help him. Dude when are you ever gonna grow up." He asked sighing.

"At least he has a caring sibling unlike your lonely ass!" You said and took a drink of you Monster before handing it to Stiles and fully stepping in front of the boy. You looked around and saw Stiles standing next to Scott and another boy with a red jersey on and short curly brown hair.

Everybody on the bleachers were cheering, Coach Finstock and the other team members shouting along with them.

"Oh come on I can't hit a girly girl. I'd probably poke you and you'd break." He laughed.