Teen Wolf Imagines

Stiles Stilinski - Panic Attack

Sadly, the last lesson of the day you didn't get to spend with your boyfriend Stiles because he had a free period. You, Lydia and Allison however were in a classroom, bored out of your brains.

"I wish I had Stiles here." You groaned, slamming your head onto the desk receiving laughs from a few other students.

"You always wish you have Stiles here Y/N ." Allison laughed, writing down some notes.  You let out a sigh while getting a glare from your teacher. She hated teaching you when you were in a mood like this, because she knew you weren't paying attention.

"Are you girls coming to the bleachers to watch them play?" Lydia asked, filing her nails.

"When do we never go to the bleachers?" Allison laughed.

"Girls at the back, enough chit chat about your boyfriends. Miss Y/L/N, how about you come up here yourself to write five facts about yourself." The teacher asked, you were confused but stood up and did it anyway.

"And why do I have to do this?" You questioned her with a raised eyebrow.

"If you were listening prior to this very moment, you will understand that we have three new students here with us today, and we're letting everyone get to know each other." She crossed her arms.

1. I'm dating Stiles Stilinski so stay away from him
2. I'm good at calming people down
3. Pizza is my favourite food
4. I'm a lacrosse fan
5. I'm dating Stiles Stilinski so stay away from him

"All done." You grinned, handing the chalk back to the teacher.

"Y/N you've repeated the same fact twice." She told you as you went to go and sit back down.

"No Miss, I repeated what they need to know. If any of you girls or guys go for my boyfriend, you won't see tomorrow." You sassed making their eyes wide.

"Enough Miss Y/L/N." Your teacher tutted.

"At least everyone knows not to mess with you." Lydia stated. Suddenly the door burst open and it was Scott with a panicked expression.

"Mr McCall, you need to leave." You glared at the teacher.

"Y/N, it's Stiles come quick." He rushes out and your jaw dropped as you left your bag and followed Scott, despite the teacher calling you back.

"Is he okay?" You ran after him. The locker room was at the other end of the school and that's where you were sprinting.

"No." Was all he replied. Once you made it to the lockers, Coach was bent down in front of Stiles who was clearly having a panic attack.

"Oh thank god you're here." Coach said once he saw you. You swapped positions.

"Baby, look at me, it's Y/N, your girlfriend okay? Calm down and breathe. Whatever's on your mind, forget it. Leave all the negativity out. It's just you and I." You told him, his hand gripping yours tightly

"I-I can't. E-everything's spinning." He breathed out, chest heaving.

"You've got this okay? We've got each other. You're a lacrosse player babe? How about that? You scored the other day, it's incredible." You smiled but he couldn't calm down.

"Watch your eyes." You warned coach before slamming your lips onto Stiles. He steadily slowed his breathing down and his panic was soon decreasing. You pulled away.

"You're okay Stiles." You whispered, wrapping your arms around him.

"Thanks to you. I don't know why I got myself into this mess. I hate having anxiety, and getting these goddamn panic attacks." He groaned, resting his head on your shoulder.

"What would you do without her Bilinski?" Coach muttered.

"Stilinski!" You and Stiles shouted at the same time, before bursting into a fit of laughter.