Teen Wolf Imagines and Preferences

He Comforts You After A Breakup

Scott:

Hearing your phone buzzing you shot up, only to find out it was Scott calling you. How could you be so stupid as to think it was him calling you. Its as if 6 months didn't matter to him, he didn't even have the guts to say it to your face. He had to text you that you weren't good enough for him. You ignored your call from Scott and slid under your duvet again, not in the mood for talking to anyone. A few minutes later you felt the end of your bed dip down. You sighed but remained under the covers. The weight didn't leave and in the end you got up with red puffy eyes "For the last time mum, I'm not hun-" you stopped mid sentence, "Oh um hi Scott," you said before hiding your face - not wanting him to see you like this. "Y/N," he started, you went to cut him off but he continued anyways, "Just listen, you are a stunning, talented girl and he hardly knows  what hes thrown away, I mean the queue of boys waiting to date you goes on for miles. You are everything a boy could ever want and he must be blind if he doesn't want you!" Slowly you turned your head around to face him. "I-is that really true?" you stuttered, "Of course it is, you even look gorgeous now," he claimed, and even though you weren't a werewolf you wouldn't have needed to hear his heartbeat to know he was telling the truth. You blushed and he pulled you into his strong grip never loosening his grip; not even for a second.

Stiles:

It was 2am and you simply couldn't take it any longer, you ran out of your house, puffy eyes, baggy clothes and straight into the rain. You just ran - and ran - until you saw it. Stiles' house. Now soaking wet and shivering you knocked on his door just praying that he was awake - or a light sleeper. After 5 cold minutes a tired Stiles opened the door and as soon as he saw your puffy eyes and shivering body he instantly pulled you into a tight embrace and angrily muttered, "Who do I have to beat up this time?" You sighed and looked up at him before replying, "He um, he broke up with me." Without saying a word he pulled you back in even tighter than last time causing you to shiver under his touch. He immediately pulled away and removed his tshirt handing it straight to you then turning around to give you privacy. You quickly changed into his warm shirt and thanked him. You spent the rest of the night watching movies and cuddling with Stiles.

Isaac:

You hadn't been to school all week, you just couldn't face him after he broke up with you and spread rumors of you being a whore. Everyone you knew had called or text and some even tried to visit, but you never answered or replied to any of them. You were searching on Facebook when you saw his new post and tears automatically sprung to your eyes. it read "Y/N too ashamed of her slutty ways to even leave her room, or is she hiding boys in there?!" you slammed the lid of the laptop down not even daring to look at the comments. You just shook your head and allowed the tears to flow down your face, they never stopped, just like the rain on a miserable day. Curled up in a tight ball you heard your door creak open but you didn't even care who it was. The person stayed silent but you could still sense their presence in the room. All of a sudden you felt the bed dip and you tensed up. Then out of nowhere you felt strong arms pull you into their chest and a strong scent of mint and lemon hit you. Isaac. You clung onto him and the both of you stayed silent as he cradled your fragile body. Then you heard him whisper, "Anyone who really knows you, will know you're not a slut, and the rest - they don't matter. Y/N you're perfect." You smiled for a moment but whispered back, "I'm always a slut for pizza," earning a chuckle from Isaac.