Teen Wolf Preferences & Imagines

•Winter Activites•

Scott: It's the Winter Holidays, so you and Scott decided to go to a beautiful ski resort in the snowy mountains. You two have always wanted to try skiing, but never got the chance to.

You smile contently as you slowly wake up. Your back is against Scott's chest and his strong arms are wrapped protectively around you. His body warmth warms you on this cold winter morning.
You turn around and admire his peaceful sleeping face. You then softly kiss his lips, before beginning to drift off to sleep again.

That's when you realise you were supposed to go to the airport.
To go to the ski resort.
This morning.

You look at your alarm clock and check the time. '8.50.' it reads.
You are meant to leave to drive to the airport at 9. The drive takes an hour and a half, and your plane leaves at 10.00!

You curse under your breath and shout, "Scott! Scott, wake up! We're going to miss our flight!" He murmurs in his sleep, but doesn't stir.

"Scott!" You place your hands on his shoulders and shake lightly. "Babe, our plane is going to leave without us, we have ten minutes to get ready!"

You struggle as you try to break free of his embrace, but Scott being the heavy sleeper he is, he just clutches onto you harder.

In a desperate attempt to wake him, you begin to kiss him passionately.
Your plan works and he hums softly, his eyes shooting open as he stares at you, wide eyed.
You detach your lips from his unwillingly and tell him again. "Scott, we're late. Hurry up, we have ten minutes to get ready!" You leap out of his arms, leaving him lying in bed, confused but fully awake.
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When you finally arrive at the ski resort, although having to convince the air hostess to re-open the gates to the aeroplane for you, you two go borrow skiis instantly.

You both thought it would be easier than it looks, but it's the opposite.
It's harder than it looks.

You step off the skii lift, losing your balance instantly.
Your first reaction is to grab onto something to help keep your balance, and unluckily that something is Scott. Your arms latch onto his as you fall, bringing him down with you.
You lie in the cold snow and start to laugh uncontrollably as you look over at Scott. He looks at you and shakes his head, smiling.

The lift manager politely asks you to move so that you don't get hit by the ski lifts.
Scott stands up shakily, grabs your hand and hoists you up, and it's strangely romantic. You smile at him and intertwine your fingers, clumsily starting to skii down the mountain.
You two take a little while to get the hang of skiing, but once you do you never let go of each others hands as you make your way down the mountain.

Stiles
Frost Bite
Your eyes flutter open and you stretch, being careful not to wake Stiles. His arm is draped around you lazily, and he's sleeping with his mouth open, like always.
You smile to yourself and then realise something is off.
You feel different today. Something is different, but you can't place your finger on what it is.

You shrug it off as you carefully sit up and move Stiles' arm slowly.
You swing your legs out of bed and you wince a little at the contact of your toes touching the cold floor.

You stand up and stroll to the kitchen, spotting your mom sitting at the kitchen island, clutching a steaming cup of hot chocolate.
"Good morning, Mom," you smile, and she greets you with a "Sleep well?"
You nod and open the cabinet door. You pause and count to three in your head.
1..
2...
3..
"Nothing happened last night, right? I trust you, but you're too young to be havi-" your Mom starts, but you cut her off and reply, "No, Mom. Stiles just slept over because he had a nightmare and didn't want to be alone. Nothing happened."

You grab your cereal and as you look up to look at your mom, you see it.

Pure white, glistening snow blankets your once green garden. Delicate snowflakes drift from the sky as you take in the beautiful sight before you.

You gasp and throw your cereal onto the counter, bounding to your bedroom.

"Stiles!!" You squeal, jumping on top of him. "Stiles, Wake up! It's snowing!"
"Wha-What?" He asks in confusion as he slowly opens his eyes.
"It's snowing!" You repeat, grabbing his hand and dragging him out of bed.

You tear open the curtains and turn around to see him smiling in awe.
"Come on!" You squeal again, dragging him to the front door. You throw on some brown boots as Stiles squints his eyes at you.

"Are you kidding me? It's like -20 degrees outside! You can't go out there in shorts and a tank top, you'll get frost bite and die! Y/N, y-you're gonna die!" Is the last thing you hear before slamming the door shut behind you.

You laugh in excitement as you run out into the snow. You hold your arms out wide as you let the soft snowflakes land on your bare arms.
You start to feel the cold nipping at your arms and legs, but you just don't care.
It hasn't snowed in Beacon Hills in six years, and you aren't going to waste a second inside.

Moments later you hear the front door shut and you look over to see Stiles in your moms winter jacket.
"Oh come on, It's not that cold." You giggle as you run over to him, shivering a little.
That's when you get an idea.
"I'm going to make a snow angel!" You announce, giggling like a child.

Stiles flails his arms as he complains, "What? No! No, you are not making a snow angel- Come back here! Oh my god, you are making a snow angel. You're insane!"
You lie down in the ice cold snow, spreading your arms and legs as you make your snow angel.

And then you realise you can't feel your arms anymore.
Or your legs.
Or any body part, actually.

Stiles walks over to you, sighing. "I told you you'd freeze."
He takes his jacket off and slips it over your shoulders.
"Oh come here, my little abominable snowman." He kisses you sweetly as your teeth start to chatter.
"Let's get you inside. We can come back outside when you're dressed, and then we can make as many snow angels as you like. Deal?" You nod and he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close as you two head inside.
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"Stiles?" You ask, clutching your hot chocolate as you're wrapped in a fuzzy blanket.
"Yes, babe?"
"I think I have frostbite."

Derek: In progress, stay tuned🙊❤️