Teen Wolf Preferences & Imagines

•How You Meet•

Scott:
You meet at a lacrosse game. You and your best friend, Allison, are cheering on your team, 'Beacon Hills'.

Five minutes into the game, you start to notice an attractive, fit, brown haired boy. He's amazing at lacrosse and he's drop dead gorgeous.

You nudge Allison and whisper, "Hey, Allison. Who's number 11?"
Allison smirks and answers, "Oh, that's Scott. Scott MCall."

You take a mental note of his name as you closely watch him play.

After the game, you are determined to talk to him.

Seconds after the coach blows the final whistle, you jump up from your seat and jog down to Scott.

"Hey, you played really well out there," you say to him, smiling shyly and tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

He beams at you and you notice his eyes sparkling, "Thanks!" he replies happily.

"Do you play?" He asks, continuing to smile at you.

"Nah. It's-It's not really my thing," You answer.

Scott nods and replies,"Well, if you ever change your mind, I'd be happy to teach you. Not that there's much to it. It's really just catching a ball with a net," He chuckles.
His laugh makes your heart skip a beat.

He turns around, ready to go talk to his teammates to discuss the win, but he abruptly spins around and asks, "hey, what's your name by the way?"

You look into his brown eyes, smiling.

"Y/N."

Stiles:

You and Stiles meet at a comic book store.

You're walking around, looking for a limited edition copy of the Batman VS Superman comic.

After a while, your heart starts to feel heavy with disappointment as you can't find the comic anywhere.
It's the only comic you need to complete the collection you started when you were 8 years old.

After 20 minutes of pointless searching and disappointment, You lay your eyes on it in the back corner of the store. You squeal a little as you pick it up.

"No way." You hear a shocked voice emerge from behind you.

You spin around in confusion and come face to face with a boy, around 16 years of age. His hair is shaved in a clean buzz cut, his eyes are dark brown and there are several moles peppered around his face.

His lips are agape as he stares at you.

"Is something wrong?" You ask in confusion.

"No! No. Well, yes. But not with you, I mean look at you," he nervously laughs and continues, "No, It's just- do you read Batman comics?!" He asks you frantically.

You smile and reply "Of course!"

He raises both of his eyebrows and shouts, flailing his arms, "Of-Of course? Of course!! You might just be my new best friend."

You giggle at his erratic behaviour and he holds his fist out for you to fist bump it. You laugh warmly and gladly fist bump him.

"I'm Stiles, by the way," he says.

"Y/N."

"So, Which comic is your favourite?" Stiles asks, as you make your way to the counter to buy the comic.

You can't stop smiling and you know this is the start of a wonderful friendship.

Derek:
You and Derek meet in the woods at night. (Original, I know, I know)

You are sprinting through the woods, branches whipping at your face as you try to find your way to the famous Loft that you have read so much about online before you moved to Beacon Hills.

Apparently, the house burned down, but now rumours are surfacing about it being something more.. Possibly a murder!
You've read enough crime mystery books to know that you need to investigate.

Butttt your plan failed when you seen a deer in the woods.
It's stupid, but for some reason, you are scared to death of deers.
When you spotted it, standing behind a thorn bush, its sharp antlers and beady eyes threatening your life, you let out a loud scream and ran the other direction.

Now, you are off-course with a dead phone and no idea where you are.

A loud crunch sounds from behind you and you spin around quickly, looking left and right as you try to find the source of the noise.
You gather some courage and let out a not-so-fearsome-sounding, "Hello? Is anybody there?"

You start to imagine evil deers circling you, planning their attack on you, and you drop to the ground and pick up a skinny twig.
You stand back up and furrow your eyebrows, trying to look tough. "I have a weapon!" You shout.

"No, you don't." A voice appears behind you.
You twist around, the stick raised in your hand, ready to strike whoever is in the woods at 11pm, following you.

A green-eyed man grabs your hand before you are able to strike him.

"Jesus Christ!!" You scream, "I thought you were a deer!"

He raises one eyebrow at you, dismisses your statement and hisses, "What are you doing here?"

You look him up and down, trying to seem brave.
"I'm looking for the house where the fire took place. The Hale house."
You see a flash of pain across his eyes for a second, but you dismiss it.

"You're in luck, I'm Derek Hale. You're 30 minutes off course. I suggest you go home. Try not to.. run into any deer."

He smirks, and then he's gone, leaving you standing there in confusion and awe.

Writers Note: No, I am not afraid of deers lmao! I just wanted to add a bit of humour idk

Isaac:
You meet Isaac in Math class.

"I don't get it," you whisper to yourself, harshly erasing the incorrect pencil markings for the millionth time.

All of a sudden, a voice sounds from in front of you.
"You multiply x by y, then divide by the common denominator."

You look up quickly, your eyes landing on a good looking, curly blonde haired boy.

He is turned around on his seat, and he is smiling warmly at you, exposing straight, pearly white teeth.

A pencil is tucked into the corner of his mouth as he chews it lightly.
His sea blue eyes seem to look into your soul as you take in his features.

He smirks, and you realise you hadn't replied.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I- I know," you stutter, looking down at your blank page and trying to stop the rosy red blush that is heating your cheeks.

"You do?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Yep," you lie, refusing to make eye contact.

"So, if you know, why is your page blank?" He questions, the smirk still plastered to his face.

You wrack your brain for a lie, but nothing comes to mind.

"I can tutor you, if you like. After school, every Wednesday?" He inquires, his eyes still locked on your face.

You finally stop avoiding his gaze and sigh.

Your eyes meet as you smile,
"I'd like that."

And from that day on, Wednesdays became your favourite days.