Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Whirlpool

"I have to go." You said as you finished your lunch. Stiles glanced up at the clock and nodded. "Will you tell Scott I'll try to help out after the swim meet?"

"Yeah, do you want us to wait around and walk you home?" He asked as you grabbed your bag.

"Maybe. I'm not sure how late the meet will go tonight, there's a pretty big event coming up." You said and hopped from one foot to the other as you thought.

"We'll swing by and see how late it goes." Stiles offered. You smiled and nodded as he winked and watched you run off to catch up with some of the others on the swim team.

"How has she not noticed you have a crush on her?" Scott said, making Stiles jump as he sat down beside him and grinned at Stiles who shrugged.

"I have an air of subtlety." Stiles said casually as he leant on the table. He missed and banged his head as Scott cracked up and started laughing.

"Yeah. Sure you do." Scott teased once he'd caught his breath.

"At least I don't have a furry problem." Stiles shot back. A group that were passing the table paused and shot Scott a weird look before moving on. The two boys pulled out papers to compare their research.

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I don't know what it could be." Stiles muttered to Scott as they watched you finish up the last few races against your team.

They weren't paying too much attention until everyone but you got out. "My... my foot. It's stuck!" You gasped.

They watched you swipe at what they could see was clear water, nothing was holding onto you. "Miss (Y/L/N) I do not have time for this." The swim coach snapped and started walking away.

You screamed. Or rather, you tried too, as something yanked you under the water. Scott and Stiles shared a look as they both shot to their feet and rushed to the side of the pool you were trying to escape from.

"There's something around her leg. Look it's in the water." Scott muttered to Stiles who'd grabed your arm.

"It looks like... Send a picture to Lydia and ask her to go to Deaton. I've seen a picture of it before." Stiles muttered as he tried to hold you above water.

"I have to let go. It feels like my legs coming off!" You squeaked as your fingers dug into his shirt.

"I'm not going to just let you go so. Whatever this is can drown you!" He objected. He glanced at Scott who frowned and started running off.

"Don't let her drown!" He shouted as he burst out of the room and re appeared in the seating at the top of the swimming room.

"Don't let me drown! What else is he going to do?" You asked sarcastically and Stiles chuckled at your appalled tone.

A fight started somewhere up where Scott had been and for a moment Stiles' grip loosened. "(Y/N)!" He shouted and dived into the water without thinking.

He swam down to your leg, trying to break you free, but everytime he did the swirling water let his hand pass and there was nothing he could do but try and tug you to the surface.

He swam up and shouted for Scott who growled as he was toss backwards. "Hurry up, she can't breath!" Stiles shouted in a panic.

"What do you think i'm trying to do!" Scott snapped back as he charged what he was attacking.

Stiles swam back down to you and tried tugging your leg again. He jerked you both back when the whirlpool of water parted for a second and scooped you up. You helped him kick with your leg that had been free and he managed to pull you both out of the pool.

"What the hell was that!" You gasped as Stiles lay next to you. Scot rushed over to you both and winced as he slowly healed.

"They got away, there was more of them than I thought." Scott admitted, taking the pain from your leg as you lay down.

"WITCHES!" Lydia shrieked as she burst into the pool room.

"Bloody hell! Can I at least catch my breath!" You sighed out through a gasp. Stiles snorted out a laugh and shook his head.

"Maybe you should learn how to breath underwater, cut out the need for air all together." He pulled a face as you started laughing with him and the pair of you ended up laying on the floor giggling.

"Oh no! We're to late they're cursed." Liam gasped as he rushed in holding a spell bag from Deaton.

"Hardly. She's having an adrenaline rush from being nearly drowned and he's in love with her." Lydia pointed out and turned to ask Scott about the witches.