teen wolf preferences and imagines

stiles imagines

Her palms were sweaty, nails chewed to the nub, her breaths coming out in heavy pants. The pasty concealer that was smeared upon the purple bruise stood out under the dim street light. It didn't match her skin but it was the only one she had. The falling snow was her only comfort. It chilled her burning skin, dancing within the wind. New Yorkers paid no mind to the frozen crystalline water, just went about with their night. The streets were crowded with sickly yellow colored cabs, women in miniskirts and stilettos leaning against the rough brick exterior of Mylo's gas station.

The stained grey hoodie hanging off her body offered no protection from the harsh winds. She glanced behind her, the shop window displaying a different assortment of clocks and watches. 11:42, she didn't have much time.

She took a step toward the gas station, her hands shaking violently, the beautiful snow could not calm her anymore. Every step she took was another spike of pain through her legs. If only she still lived anywhere else. Keep her away from the vicious onslaught of suffering her father caused her.

"You'll get me the damn bottle and get back here before twelve ya hear?"

The words echoed loudly within her ears and she took another step. The cooling snow now felt like drops of lava on her skin, it was getting hard to breathe, was the sky falling? Why weren't people running, screaming? Why couldn't she move? What was happening?

(Name) collapsed to her knees, clutching her chest and breathing heavily. Her brain was swimming, colors jumped in and out of her vision before everything faded to black.

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It was alarming to wake up in a place you didn't remember falling asleep in, but then again, (Name) didn't remember ever falling asleep. She noticed that she wasn't cold anymore, she was cocooned in blankets that smelled...comforting. As for her surroundings, she was in a bed, in someone's room. From the looks of the posters and neutral colors, she would guess that it was boys room. An alarm clock was stationed next to her head, the large red numbers reading 11:06. She furrowed her eyebrows, last time she checked, it was 11 as well.

It then dawned on her that there was natural sunlight streaming through the open window. She didn't make it home, her father would be angry and...and...

She didn't realize that she was hyperventilating until someone was whispering soothing words into her ear. The face in front of her was blurred but as her heart rate slowly turned normal, her vision cleared. This boy...he looked so familiar. "Hey, you okay?" He asked, true concern etched across his face. (Name) nodded numbly and accepted the glass of water he offered him. "Thank you." She whispered, handing the glass back.

"I've had my fair share of panic attacks, I know how it feels." He shrugged and set the glass aside. "I found you almost buried in the snow, so I uh..." He blushed and motioned to her in his bed. "Brought me to your house." (Name) finished and he nodded. "I would have brought you to the hospital but the roads were to dangerous to drive on." He informed, sitting cross-legged across from her. "It's alright, I appreciate it none the less."

"Well, my name is Stiles, what's yours?" He asked with a small smile. "Stiles? Um, my name is (Name)" She replied. "My real name is catastrophic, so I made up a nickname." Stile explained and (Name) couldn't help but chuckle. "Well thank you...Stiles." She smiled. "Yeah, it was no problem." He said, scratching the back of his neck.

There were a few beats of awkward silence before Stiles broke it. "I should probably take you to the hospital now." He said, standing up. "No!" (Name) shouted suddenly. "I mean...I really hate hospitals, besides I'm fine, see." She said, sliding out of the warm covers and standing up. Unfortunately, she got dizzy and crashed right into Stiles. "Yeah, I don't think so." He said, helping (Name) sit down on his bed. "How about this, my friend's mom is a nurse, she's got the day off today I think, she can come here." He suggested. "She wont tell my dad will she?" (Name) asked and Stiles shook his head. "Not if you don't want her to."