Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Comfort

Warnings: Bullying, violence, panic attack symptoms

You tried to focus on your feet as they finished their taunts. One shoved you against the lockers and you stumbled, dropping your belongings. When they kicked at them, sending them skittering along, among stomping feet and hurrying classmates. Pencils were snapped and bounced off walls, your books torn and pulled while your pens crunched and shattered underfoot.

Trying as hard as you could to gather them up you were shoved until you splayed over the floor with the few items you'd regathered one landed a sharp kick and you'd skinned your knee to be raw and scrapped. Scrambling to your feet you started running, bags and belongings left behind so you could at least hide your tears. Taking one of the less used corridors as you started to run faster and faster.

You rushed forwards, You weren't sure where you were going but that didn't matter. You tried as hard as you could to suck in shuddered breaths. It almost hurt as you have the breaths in, your throat is hurting. You collided with someone, your blind panic as your body convinced you that you couldn't breath.

"(Y/N)?" Stiles said gently as you kept panicking. "Do you think you could find her stuff?" He said to Scott and Lydia who nodded and rushed off.

Stiles led you to the changing rooms. Coach Finstock was going to say something but when he saw the state you were in he opted to clear out the few boys that were avoiding math by lurking in the back of the room.

He sat you down and rubbed your arm as he talked about nonsense. He just rambled on, hoping to make you feel more comfortable.

When you finally managed to stop the flood of tears and calm yourself you shaky breaths he smiled sadly, pouting a little when you slumped against him.

"Want to talk about what happened?" Stiles asked. You shake your head and just sat, your whole weight depending on him staying crouched next to you. He hugged you tight, stroking your hair as your breath evened. He legs started to burn but he didn't move, he couldn't bring himself to.

"Stiles, I've told the office it's fine for you and McCall to take (Y/N) home, they have some homework for the three of you to do, to make up for missing the rest of today." Coach said kindly. He'd reported the bullies to the school but because their parents were rich and often donated to the school, there was little more he could do than make them run a few extra laps.

"Thanks, Coach." Stiles muttered as he grabbed his bag, leading you to the car park through the field. When you got to his car he wraps you up in his team jacket before waving at Scott who was chatting with Lydia. She looked very cross and had a determined stomp when she walked away.

"Lydia says if they bruised her to take her to my mom right away and get her to talk to your dad." Scott said quietly as Stiles shut the back door.

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"Hey Melissa." Stiles said quietly. Scott had called her as soon as you'd gotten to Stiles'. He'd fished out some spare sports kit for you to wear as pajamas, put an old film on and, with Scott's help they gathered all the blankets they could find spare.

"Hey, you doing ok?" She asked you and you shrugged.

"Lydia named after Scott did. She said this has been going on for a while and Coach Finstock had tried to intervene." She said as she set down a box that you knew from years of running through the woods with Scott and Stiles. It was filled with medical supplies. She used to store plasters, each with your favourite animals on. It made you happy to see it.

"No one can do anything." You said quietly as she patted the spot next to her and helped you shuffle to the edge of the bed.

"Stiles' dad is speaking with the Coach at the moment. Apparently a very upset group of protesters invaded his office on your behalf. Lydia can't be stopped but I'm pretty sure Kira and Malia are a force to be reckoned with." She said with a chuckle.

Stiles held your hand as Melissa carefully patched up your scrapes, when she saw you wince she asked to see what was bothering you. A quick look revealed a growing bruise, fresh and stinging. "They got a kick in. I wish they'd just leave me alone."

"Don't you worry sweetheart we'll sort this out." She said and hugged you. Scott rushed up with an ice pack from the Stilinski freezer which was usually reserved for after a Lacrosse match.

Melissa tucked you up with Stiles after taking a picture of the bruise and told Scott how to reach her and what to do if you got sore. He nodded and joined you both. Eventually Malia and Kira plodded on up to Stiles' room, Malia presented a funny smell cure Derek had offered when he passed them on their way over. It was a cream that smelled dubious but apparently Talia had sworn by it so Scott said it was worth a try.

Lydia and Liam stormed in followed by Mason who had two huge law books tucked under his arms. Theo popped in last, he wouldn't say where he'd been by Malia whispered that he definitely had rubber from tires under his fingernails and in her experience, that only happened if you clawed at car wheels.

Stiles hugged you tighter and kissed your temple as you started to fall asleep, leaning against him while your chin rested on Malia's shoulder. There was a demand for food which Parrish delivered, having met the delivery man at the door when he was sent to give what he dubbed as 'your legal team' an update. He didn't seem the least bit sorry that the Sheriff had to stay a little late to deal with the repercussions of today. After a quick bite he left you all enjoying yourselves and bickering over what film to watch next.