«Teen Wolf». Imagines & One Shots

"Who do you see?" the doctor shouted at the guy, hitting him so hard in the face that he fell along with the chair, "pick him up!" he growled to the guards, who immediately rushed to execute the order. Stiles was sitting up again. He was sitting on a chair, with his hands tied behind his back (or rather, behind the back of the chair). The guy spat blood on the floor. "Who do you see?" The doctor asked urgently, taking deep breaths and exhalations to calm down. "No one," the black-haired man said through his teeth. "You're lying!!!" These words were accompanied by such a strong slap in the face that the guy collapsed again with the chair on the floor. This time, the guards themselves, without orders or reminders, lifted the chair together with the young man tied to it and put it down. "I will get an answer from you," the doctor smiled unpleasantly, leaning towards the guy, catching his chin with his fingers and lifting it up. They looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds, and then I/L/V let go of the guy's face and, angrily kicking the chair on which his patient was sitting, so much so that the poor guy fell to the floor again, left, before giving the order to the guards to pick him up. With him came out, and, as Stiles understood, the head of security. They were talking quietly about something outside the door, and then the boss returned and announced to his subordinates: "The boss said that you can have fun," he exclaimed and sat down in front of the guy, grinning unpleasantly, and then getting up again. And then hell broke loose. Stiles was taken off the chair and roughly thrown to the floor, and then they began to beat him on the head, on the back, on the ribs, legs, in general, wherever they could. Stilinski tried to endure this wild torture, but failed and a groan full of pain escaped from his lips. It seems that the guys beating him enjoyed it. "We will teach you to see what is not there," the head of the guards hissed into the guy's ear, grabbing Stilinski by the hair painfully. And then the guy, to his great relief, lost consciousness. *** "Stiles, Stiles," someone's familiar voice called him by name. The voice belonged to a woman, or rather, a girl. Stilinski opened his eyes with difficulty and saw Y/N's face in front of him. "Oh, it's you..." his voice sounded incredibly dull and weak. He wanted to get up, but the girl whispered "Better not" and he remained in a supine position. Then she disappeared somewhere, but appeared behind Stiles and carefully examined the guy's body without moving or even almost touching him. "What..." the guy coughed, "what are you doing?" The girl was silent, continuing to stare intently at the guy's body, which was all covered in terrible bruises and blood. Y/N saw how much he suffered simply because she appeared in front of him and now she was reproaching herself for it. She was about to disappear, but suddenly Stiles grabbed her arm. "Don't leave," he asked quietly, "stay with me, please…" And she stayed.

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All these events took place several months ago. After a while, when someone came to the police station and testified against N/A/P and told what was going on in the hospital as a whole, the police found out about what had once happened and is still happening in the hospital and arrested N/A/P's accomplices, who, by the way, turned out to be a long-wanted criminal. L/N/A/P himself managed to escape, but they are already looking for him and — the teenagers really hoped for this — they will definitely find him. Now Y/N and Stiles were sitting on the porch of Stilinski's house. "How do you know my name?" The guy suddenly asked. "Rather… you knew my name before we even met. How did you recognize him?" The girl shrugged her shoulders. "I looked into your medical record and overheard a conversation between doctors," she replied, grinning, "there is nothing complicated about it for bringing." Stilinski was silent for a few minutes, and then asked: "Are you glad they were planted?" Y/L/N sighed heavily. "I ... can't say that I'm just very glad because they were planted, rather..." she paused, gathering her thoughts, "mmm... I like that I will be avenged," the girl finished quietly, tucking behind her ear a strand of hair that had escaped from her hairstyle and looking at a friend. Stiles took Y/L/N's slender hand in his and looked into her eyes. It seems that Y/L/N was surprised, but she didn't pull out her hand and now they were sitting like this. "Can I ask you something?" Stilinski asked his girlfriend. She looked at him in disbelief, slightly raising her eyebrows up. "So you already kind of asked," the girl grinned. Stilinski shook his head. "No, that wasn't what I wanted to ask." "Then ask," the girl allowed, looking at him with interest. Stiles' throat was dry. "Can I..." he cleared his throat and continued, "can I... kiss you?" There was complete silence for a few seconds and the guy managed to regret that he asked and already wanted to apologize, but the girl answered. "You can..." her voice sounded a little hoarse. For a couple more seconds, the man looked at the ghost, and then slowly pulled aside a strand of hair that covered the girl's face and gently kissed her on the lips…