Fandom Imagines

Teen Wolf

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Character: Brett Talbot

Title: How I met my mate

this was a request from: @Random_Fandom9874

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Y/N's POV

If I had to choose one thing I could do for the rest of my life, I would play Lacrosse. I've been playing Lacrosse since I can remember. I've played club Lacrosse, Lacrosse at school, you name it. At one of my games there happened to be a recruiter there and they were so impressed with my playing that they gave me a full-ride scholarship to a really good school to play Lacrosse.

But all those plans went to hell this past fall.

It was after tryouts, about 6 weeks into the Lacrosse season. This was the biggest game of the season, Beacon Hills against Devenford Prep. Beacon Hills had trained and prepared for this game the whole season and the season before. We memorized all of our game plans, all the strategies Coach created. Beacon Hills Lacrosse team did anything and everything we could to beat Devenford.

Y/N's POV

- during the game -

The scoreboard's buzzer rings announcing that halftime is over.

" Alright," Coach picks up the clipboard and shoves it in mine, Issac's and Scott's face. "If you don't pull off this play, you'll be doing suicide runs until you die. It'll be the first ever suicide run to end in a suicide."

"Alright Scott," I turn to him. "You get the ball okay? Pass it to me and I'll pass it to Issac.  You and Issac keep passing it to each other while you run down the field. I'll be waiting  in the far corner, and hopefully be open. Once you're close enough pass it to me and if this works there'll only be the goalie as a defender. I fake throwing it to you and put it in the goal. Got it?"

The brown haired boy smiles at me before saying, "We got this,"  Issac runs over to us holding out his fists.

"Lucky fist bumps," laughter escapes my lips as we all exchange fists bumps. The three of us run out onto the field, taking our places. The referee blows the whistle and I see Scott scoop up the ball in his Lacrosse stick. I sprint forward and prepare for the pass. Scott passes it to me and I run a few yards down the field before passing the ball off to Issac. Scott takes my place and I run into the far corner. All the defense starts crowding around Scott and Issac but I stop in my tracks when I catch a glimpse of yellow.

A pair of golden eyes meet mine, the golden pair of eyes belong to Devenford Prep. With my eyes still glued on the Devenford Prep werewolf the ball lands in my stick. My body tenses and I freeze for a second. Something draws me toward that particular pair of golden eyes. I can't deny that I'm attracted to that player, and I don't even know who it is. I try to snap back into reality. I sprint a few steps closer to the goal, right as I start to throw the ball, I hear the sound of footsteps rushing towards me. Before the ball leaves my stick, something collides with body and I'm pushed off my feet. I fly back into the air, and land with a thud. Before everything goes black, the last thing I see is a pair of golden eyes.

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Slowly, I wake up with an excruciating pain in my shoulder as I open my eyes I see a hospital room. My head spins as a groan slips through my lips. Melissa McCall hurries into my room, and pushes a tube next to my bed.