teen wolf imagines & preferences

how you met (Scott, Derek and Issac)

Scott:
You were in class doodling, again. Finally the bell rang but your teacher called out to you, "Miss Y/L/N? Could you stay after for a minute?" He asks and you mentally roll your eyes. You were almost out of here. Come on. But of course you walk towards him without a problem.

"Y/N I need a favor." Your favorite English teacher asks with hopeful eyes.

"What is it Mr. Goldman?" You ask begging it to not be another tutoring session with some braindead idiot. The truth is you were really smart, and every so often the teachers wanted you to tutor kids who didn't understand or were having trouble.

"Tutoring with Scott here. " Scott smiles at me. Oh he's really cute. Maybe this will be fun.

"Okay, for what?" You ask coolly, kind of annoyed you have to waste your time once again.

"SAT's. Isn't that right Mr. McCall?" Mr. Goldman looks at Scott sternly. Scott just nods, obviously embarrassed. Suddenly I feel bad. "Yeah I'll do it." You say quickly, handing Scott your number and telling him to meet you after school at the library. He grins and thanks you.

Derek:
You were running again. Not in like the fun way though, you were running like "Oh shit I'm being followed and people want me dead." Of all the supernatural creatures in Beacon Hills of course you were the highest bet on the deadpool. The worst part? You had no friends here. You were out of high school and college, and came here to start your own practice of medicine. You were no doctor, but you went to Medical School to learn recipes for medicine. You loved healing and helping people. You weren't good at it all, but it's okay. You didn't need to be. Your blood healed just about everything. Plants, wounds, diseases, animals, anything. But unfortunately you had no clue what you were. So why you were needed dead you had no clue.

You see a building and run in sensing another supernatural creature. You hoped that thy could help you, because you figured they might be on the dead pool too. Running into the first loft you see you see a man (a really hot one too) talking to two young teenage boys and you lock the door after you, totally out of breath. They look up at you with defensive faces. "Who are you?" "What do you want?" "Who's chasing you?" Questions start being fired at you

"I'm Y/N and I need help. I'm on the dead pool-"
"What are you?" The oldest boy asks still on edge.
You sigh your back still up against the door as you hear the pounding footsteps of people. They're coming.
"I have no clue. They're coming and I know you guys can fight them. I need help. One side of my body's blood heals and the other kills." You explain slowly trying to put it as simple as you can.
You move and hide behind the door as two hunters barge in.
"WHERE IS SHE?" They still haven't noticed you behind the door. Oh shit. They are totally not gonna help me.
"Wait Violet, Those are three of them. Three werewolves. On the dead pool.." The one hunter trails off suggestively to his partner. Then the three boys all start attacking the two hunters. The younger boys are fighting off the girl and the boy hunter is fighting the oldest boy.

Suddenly you come out of your spot to hit the hunter in the head really hard with a metal pole you found and he hits the ground immediately. You drag your long fingernail into your skin, raising blood. Then you put your wrist over his mouth and open to put some drops in. You weren't going to kill him, you were just gonna leave him unconscious for a couple days.

"Derek." The oldest boy says to you once the hunters are unconscious. "What?" You question, "Derek, My name is Derek." He repeats, "And this is Issac and Scott he points to the younger boys behind him. "Hi." You respond.

You spend the rest of the evening sharing your stories with the three boys but sharing special looks with Derek. They were fascinated with you.

Issac:
You has chemistry class with your friends and your job was to try to stop Issac and Erica from killing Lydia. Stiles asked you to keep your eye on Issac and try to be his partner as much as possible. You walked in quickly and sat down next to him with a big smile.
"Hi. I'm Y/N." You said. He was really hot but you had to distract him. Stiles said to use "your charm and hotness." You didn't exactly know what that meant but you had to try to get Issac away from Lydia.
"Cool." He responded unbothered. How rude. Did he know you were apart of the plan? I hope not. You rolled your eyes and started on the project after Mr. Harris' pep talk. You knew how to do the whole thing.
"So listen. You can't just sit back and relax just cause your tiny jock brain doesn't understand how this works doesn't mean you won't need it later in life. " You said rudely.
He smirked. "I know how to do this. In fact I'm going to use it to learn some information about your friends. Then I will probably kill them."
Your eyes widened at first, but then of course you got pissed. No one messes with my pack. You mixed some chemicals and out the wolfsbane you always kept in your pocket and put it in the mixture while Issac was staring at Erica. I take out my pen and dip it in the mixture.
"Hey Issac?" I ask
"What?" He says sassily
"Try not to scream, okay?"
"What?" He says as I stab the pen dipped in wolfsbane and other chemicals into his thigh. He grips the table as his face turns red and he gets extremely angry. "Say anything to anyone and I'll pour more on there. If you get up to switch partners I'll twist it. Stay completely still." I advise with a small innocent smile. I only put a little on there so he won't be too affected by it.

"Hm- Oh mhmmph." He tried to say as he grunts in pain.

"Okay switch partners!" Mr. Harris says.

"Mr. Harris? Me and Issac aren't done and I really don't understand it. He's really good at explaining it to me cause he tutors me." I explain hopeful he won't make us move.

"Fine. Class is almost over anyway." He says annoyed. I smile in triumph as Erica, Scott and Stiles look at us confused. Issac still looks in pain. I smile largely at Erica and waves as I whisper wolfsbane. I knew her and Scott would hear it. After a while Issac relaxes enough.
"Stop staring at me." I say quietly while still working.
"Sorry." He says back. I rolled my eyes. I could feel him smirking at me.
"Stop." I say again.
"Stop what?"
"Being nice but wanting to rip my throat out. If you want to, act like it." I say. I'm not sure where all this confidence came from. It's like he makes me confident but also extremely nervous. Of course when he doesn't say anything I look at him and he's extremely close to me looking at me smiling. Suddenly the bell rings and I break our gaze. I rip out the pen and he gasps and grunts, in pain. Then I ran. I remembered that him and Erica are werewolves and most likely want me dead. I run as fast as I can to meet Scott and Stiles.