Alpha. Beta. Imagines.

Stiles Stilinski

//Request: Can you do a Stiles Stilinski where you're a cheerleader at Beacon Hills and you're practicing by the lacrosse fields?

"Alright ladies." You call out, standing in front of the group of twenty girls in front of you. "Pep rally is in two weeks and we are tragic." You admit to them.

It was true. This year's varsity cheer squad was... well, tragic. They had potential, but they didn't stay in sync. Some were too fast and some too slow. Some too stiff and some too quiet.

"You're varsity cheerleaders now. We need to look like we're varsity. Clear?" You tell your squad.

As captain of the cheer squad, it was your job to make them amazing. If they didn't, it looked bad on you.

"Let's do some stunts. Break off into groups of five. One flyer in each." You nod to them and glance around while they seperate.

You hear Coach blow his whistle on the other side of the field. Lacrosse practice.

"Stilinski!" Coach hollers. "What the hell was that!?"

You snicker as the boy makes a face through his mask and gets back in line. With a small smile, you turn back to your squad.

"Basket tosses. Go." You nod and the base girls lift up their flyer. They push them up and send them flying into the air.

The flyers go throw a list of tricks while in the air before landing in the other girls' arms. "Ten more tosses. Let's go." You tell them as something hits the back of your foot.

"A little help?" Someone calls over.

You turn and see a lacrosse ball sitting against your foot. You lean over and pick it up, tossing it in your hands.

"How about you keep your balls to yourself?" You comment to the boy, the same one Coach was yelling at earlier.

"It wasn't even me!" He says defensively.

"Yeah, I bet it wasn't Stilinski. I bet it wasnt." You roll your eyes and throw the ball across the field. It sails in a perfect arc and lands right in from of Stilinski's feet.

He looks at you in shock and you just shrug with a smirk. Your cheerleaders gather in front of you, waiting for instruction.

"Let's go over the routine." You tell them and walk over to the speaker. "Formation. Now." You say over your shoulder.

The girls spread out into four lines of five and you stand in front of them. You hit play and the music starts.

Your hips sway from left to right and your arms rest above your head and snap to the beat. You hear the girls snapping behind you, falling into sync with yours.

Your hands spin above you, moving your chest with it. You lean forward, clapping to the beat and slowly picking up speed.

You jump from left to right and land with your feet shoulder length apart. You clap upper left, upper right, lower left, lower right. "Go Cyclones!" You yell, jumping and doing a toe touch.

You thrust your left elow out and your arm spins around. You repeat it with your right arm before doing both at the same time. "B!" You all yell and clap. "E!" You yell. You and your squad finish spelling Beacon Hills as you move into stunting positions.

You all do backwards walkover and drop into a splits. You spin your legs underneath you and tumble forwards. "Go Cyclones!" You call out as you land.

"Alright." You say, standing and facing the girls. "Better. A lot better." You nod to them. They smile at each other and some even high five.

"Better some of you are too tired. We have to build up your lungs. Take a lap." You nod to the field and they all groan but take off.

As your stopping the music someone taps your shoulder. "Hey." He smiles.

His hair is a sweaty mess from his helmet which he holds with his other gear on his shoulder. His eyes are a beautiful light brown-hazel type and he has a beautiful smile.

"Stilinski... Hi." You say, surpressing a smile.

"I'm Stiles." He says with that same goofy smile. "I never got your name."

"Y/N." You nod, holding out your hand for him to shake.

He shakes it but holds on to it afterwards.

"Can I have my hand back?" You laugh as some of the girls start returning.

"Get some water." You nod to them and look back at Stiles.

"Can I have my heart back? Cause I'm pretty sure you stole it." He replies.

"Cheesy." You laugh. "But it worked. When and what time?"

"Tomorrow at 6?" He smiles nervously.

"I'm down. See you then." You nod and he slowly releases your hand.

"You know he's not the captain right? Scott McCall is." Your friend and co-captain Michelle says. "Stilinski isn't even that good." She scoffs. "You should go for Scott or Liam..."

"I don't want Scott or Liam." You roll your eyes. "Stiles is cute. In looks and personality. I don't care about his athletic abilities. I'm good enough for us both." You wink at her and turn back to the cheerleaders.