Teen Wolf Imagines & Preferences

How you meet- Stiles Stilinski

You and Kira were eating lunch in the bleachers, watching the lacrosse practise session. You hated the bleachers. It was cold, and the seats didn't even reach your back. But you were here to watch Scott and Kira. Kira was promoted on the team, and she was bending down tying her running shoes. Unlike you, Kira was an amazing runner while you were as lazy as hell. You did try lacrosse practise once with Scott, but it ended up with a broken leg and not walking for 3 weeks. After that,  you had a phobia for lacrosse - or basically any type of sport. 
You look down at Kira smiling reassuringly. "Don't worry Kira.  You'll do  great." 
She nods, but her eyebrows soon furrow in frustration. " What if I trip? Or fall? Or miss the goal?"She looks at you concerned, biting her lower lip. "What if Scott see's me?" You laugh. Kira had this insane crush on Scott, and you had a hint that they were secretly dating. "It's fine. Even if Scott see's you, it's not like your gonna trip over and smash a lacrosse stick." 

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(after the game) ♥

Kira raised her hands up in the air, her voice filled with anger. "I can't believe I tripped and fell over and smashed a lacrosse stick!" You stifled a laugh. Kira made an amazing goal, but when she celebrated the guy Brent from Devenford Prep pushed her, and she fell. While she fell Kira grabbed Stiles shoulder, and he tripped as well. You came to help, but Scott and you bumped into each other. In anger Kira broke Stiles stick. 

"And Scott saw everything." You say enthusiastically. She shot you a glare, but you wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Kira smiled at you, softening her eyes. Just then Scott ran up to Kira. He was still in his uniform, which was muddy and stuck to him with sweat. He glanced at you and nodded, then looked at Kira. His eyes filled with worry. "Kira are you alright?" he asks. She nods, embarrassed, looking down. "I'm sorry for-" He cuts her off. "It's alright." Obviously, they want to be alone. Scott looks at you. "Uh.. Y/N can you go help Stiles fix his stick?" You nod reassuringly. You sigh as you run up to the lacrosse field, which was empty compared to an hour ago. You could see Stiles on the other side of the bleachers, struggling to fix his stick with duct tape. Suddenly you felt nervous. You and Scott were good friends, but you never really talked to Stiles. I know. Plain weird. You took a deep breath and walked up to him."Hey Stiles." you say shyly.

He looks up and his eyes land on yours. His grumpy frown instantly formed into a small smile. "Oh Hey Y/N." He replies happily.

 He continues wrapping the duct tape around his stick. You looked at him, your eyes wide in shock."You know my name?" you ask. He nods, his eyes giving a duh look. "Sure. Scott mentioned you a million times." he replies casually. Scott? You shake you head, changing the subject. "Anyway, that was a pretty interesting lacrosse practice," you say. He nods, smirking. "I won't argue with you on that." Your smile quickly fades. "I'm just worried about Kira. I just hope she doesn't take it all on herself." He shakes his head. "Don't worry Y/N. It's fi-" A ring fills the air. Stiles looks down on his phone. "Hello?" Stiles answers.  He suddenly starts pacing back and forth, running a hand through his hair. "Ya I got it. Meet you there." While he was talking, he kept looking at you repeatedly. Weird, you wondered.

"Y/N I have to go" He says quickly. He grabs his lacrosse stick, picks the duct tape, and heads out toward the field. "Watch out!" you yell, but it was too late. His head smashed into the metal ring of the bleachers, making a cringing sound. You wince when he flies back, and smashes to the ground, his hands on his forehead. 

You rush toward him. "Stiles are you alright?" He mumbles something, his body supported by the bleachers. You help him up and with your arms on his shoulder  he was able to walk back to school. "Ow." he whispers. You pat him on the back. "Just shut up and we'll take you to the nurse." On the way he trips 3 times and almost falls over you. "Stiles- were almost there." you say through gritted teeth. When you check on his forehead, you saw an angry black bruise right above his eyebrow.
This was gonna be a long day.
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When you get him to the nurse, you sit on the chair, while the doctor checks him. Stiles keeps turning around, mumbling random things. "That must be a really hard blow on the head," the nurse says. "He might have some hallucinations."

"Y/N"? Stiles asks in a drunk- like voice. You look at him. "What?" He points up. "There's a ceiling up there." "I know." you say quietly. "Y/n?" Stiles ask again. "Yes?" you ask impatiently. He smiles through that ugly bandage on his forehead. "You look beautiful." 

You smile.  "Got it. Now shut up and get some rest."
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Do you like it? It wasnt as expected though
But that ep 17 part where he got hurt was hilarious ✴

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