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not all monsters do m o n s t r o u s things. like who? like S C O T T.
Remember the joke from the other day?
…Not a joke a n y m o r e .
Dylan O’Brien as Thomas in The Maze Runner (2014)
Skip Day | Stiles Stilinski
Stiles Stilinski x Reader
!! i don’t own this gif; this is long as fuck sry not sry !!
Prompt: Stiles gets you to ditch school with him and his dad catches you both in an awkward situation
Warnings: slight smut (it gets pretty heated); swearing
You walked over to your locker and dropped your backpack at your feet with a sigh. The lunch bell had just rang so you shoved your backpack in the metal compartment and shut the door before anything could fall out. You turned and followed the rest of your classmates to the lunchroom, a headache already brewing behind your eyes.
"Hey!" you heard a familiar, chipper voice call from behind you.
You glanced over your shoulder to find your boyfriend bouncing his way towards you. Once he was by your side, he wrapped a long arm around your shoulders. "Wanna get out of here?" he asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
"Stiles," you sighed and wrapped your arm around his waist as you walked together. "I promised my parents I wouldn't fall behind this year."
"It's half of one day!" Stiles argued, looking around and dropping his voice when he'd realized how loud he'd been. "It's not our fault some supernatural psychos torment our town every few months."
You let out a laugh and shook your head a bit. Your parents knew about the Pack and your little adventures. How could they not after Deucalion kidnapped you and used you as a rouse to get to your friends. You were missing for almost a week by the time everyone found you. After that, you told them everything and they were just happy you hadn't been turned into some weird creature. They also liked Stiles and knew he would protect you no matter what.
"Only if I can do my homework… and no funny business," you finally agreed, slowing to a stop outside the lunchroom. Stiles grinned and nodded his head quickly, the two of you going back the way you'd came to get your things from your locker. After that, you were off to the tall brunette's house.
The drive to the Stilinski house was short and the two of you were happy to see the Sheriff's car wasn't parked in the driveway. You didn't want a lecture about the importance of education. You both climbed out of the powder blue vehicle, Stiles carrying your backpack for you as he unlocked the front door and let you inside. You sighed happily as you stepped into the familiar home, a soft smile spreading across your lips.
Stiles led you through the house to his bedroom, even though you already knew it like the back of your hand. You sat down on the bed and kicked off your shoes, taking the deep blue blanket that was folded neatly next to you and wrapping it around your shoulders. Stiles set your backpack on the floor in front of you before kicking off his own shoes, nearly falling over as he did so. He quickly regained his balance and smiled at you.
"Hungry?" he asked.
"Always," you replied with a wrinkle to your nose.
Stiles sighed happily and bent down to press a kiss to your forehead. He then spun around and made his way out of the room while calling, "This is why I love you!"
You giggled softly and shook your head at his silliness. You then leaned down and pulled your homework out of your backpack, using one of your textbooks as a surface to write on. You started on your work before Stiles could come back and distract you like he was oh so good at. When he came back into the room, he was juggling a stack of sandwiches, two bags of chips and two soda cans.
"Okay. Okay help, help, help," he sputtered out while rushing towards the bed.
You quickly took the sodas and chips out of your boyfriend's hands in time for him to regain balance of the sandwiches. He made an 'Ah-ha!' in victory before climbing onto the bed beside you. Once he was situated, he passed you a sandwich wrapped in a paper towel. You passed him his chips and his drink then went back to your homework while happily munching on your sandwich.
The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for awhile, just enjoying each other's company and eating. To your surprise, Stiles actually let you do your school work. You knew it wasn't going to last long. Sure enough, when he was done eating, you felt the brunette shift closer to you. You could tell he was looking over your shoulder at the work in front of you. It was only a matter of time before he would start whispering the answers in your ear. It wasn't that he didn't think you could figure them out on your own, he just wanted you to be finished so he could have your undivided attention.
You felt him get up from the bed but didn't bother to see what he was doing. Sometimes it was better to just not question Stiles and his actions. You felt him climb back onto the bed and heard a pencil scratching on paper shortly after. You smiled, knowing he was actually doing his homework. Moments later, a paper was thrust in front of your face. It was the same worksheet you were halfway done with, completely filled out.
"I don't need the answers," you sighed with a shake of your head.
"I know you don't," Stiles responded. You looked over your shoulder and met his honey colored eyes. "It'll just be faster this way."
You huffed slightly but took the paper anyway and filled in the answers Stiles had given you. When you were done, you felt slender arms snake around your waist. His face nuzzled into the side of your neck, lips tickling your skin as a hum left his mouth. He slowly began pressing open mouthed kisses down to your shoulder. A content sigh left your lips as you practically melted into his touch.
Stiles gently took the blanket off your shoulders and began to pull you closer but you tisked softly and pulled away. You turned to look at him, wearing a small smirk while his face held a pout. "I still have to do math," you told him.
A groan left the brunette's chest as his head fell back. "No. No math. No Spanish. No more homework," he argued.
He grabbed your arms and pulled you into him. This time you didn't protest as he climbed on top of you, using his hands to support his weight as he gazed down into your eyes. He lowered himself down until he was settled between your thighs and his forearms were resting beside your head. Your hands traveled up his biceps and around his shoulder blades, one hand snaking into the short hairs on the back of his head. In an instant you pulled him down, lips meeting in a fiery kiss.
Stiles hummed against your lips as they moved in sync. He pulled back when he felt short of breath and looked down at you again. Your pupils were blown and your lips were swollen, a brighter pink now. He let out a chuckle as a smirk spread across his lips. "Still wanna do homework?" he ask cockily.
"Shut up," you breathed back through a smile, pulling him down to meet your lips again.
Stiles shifted his weight, hips grinding down against against yours and causing a moan to escape your lips. When your mouth opened he took that opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips. Your legs came up and hooked over his hips, pulling him impossibly closer. His tongue felt like velvet in our mouth, causing another moan to escape you.
The brunette pulled away slowly, teeth dragging your plump bottom lip with him. Before you could protest, his mouth attached to your neck. He sucked at your soft skin, teeth nipping in all the right places that he knew drove you crazy. Your breath was leaving you in short pants as your fingers gripped at his shoulders.
Stiles pushed your shirt up past your stomach and over your breasts. The light color of eyes seemed to disappear as his pupils grew wildly. His hands covered the fleshy mounds on your chest over your bra and he squeezed them deliciously. "God you have the most perfect tits," he said with a low voice. He pressed open mouthed kisses to the skin just above the edge of your bra.
You couldn't help the grin that spread across your face as your fingers curled into his hair. A gasp left your mouth when he pulled the padded cup of your bra down and his hot mouth encased your nipple. You whined as his tongue swirled around the perky nub. Your hands gripped at the back of his shirt, trying to pull it off of him to get your hands on more of his body.
"Stiles why are you- Oh God," Sheriff Stilinski's voice startled you both.
Your boyfriend quickly covered you with his blanket, rolling off of you and onto the floor. He jumped up, pulling his shirt down and clasping his hands together in front of the bulge in his jeans. Your face had never been so red as you sat up and fixed your clothing under the shield of a blanket. Thankful Stiles had been on top of you, shielding your body with his own.
"Hey dad! What are you, uh, why are you home?" Stiles stuttered out.
The Sheriff had his back to you both now, hands on his hips. When he turned around he couldn't bring himself to meet your eyes. He simply stared at his son in shock. "I came home to get some files I left here and… Why am I explaining myself to you? Shouldn't you two be at school?" he questioned you both.
You and Stiles looked at each other, wracking your brains for some sort of excuse. Neither of you could come up with anything. Noah Stilinski sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head slightly as he looked at the two embarrassed teenagers. "You know what, I've got to go. The two of you, behave. I'm still too young to be a grandpa," he sighed out.
"Oh God, dad," Stiles mumbled and covered his face.
"Bye Sheriff," you spoke as innocently as you could, a sweet smile on your face.
All Noah could manage to do was smile uncomfortably before leaving the room. Stiles walked to his door and shut it once he heard his dad exit the house. He turned back to you slowly and the second your eyes met, the two of you erupted in fits of laughter.
The brunette boy walked back across the room and crawled up the bed, still fighting giggles. You curled up against his side his let out a sigh once you caught your breath. The both of you knew the mood was ruined, but you weren't mad about it. Admittedly, your own parents had walked in on you two in heated situations more than once. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head as you laid in silence for a little while.
"Can we watch Once Upon A Time?" you asked, tilting your head up to look at your boyfriend.
"Oh so you can talk about how hot Captain Hook is the whole time?" Stiles scoffed but reached for his remote anyway and turned on his TV.
"Hey! Killian Jones is a beautiful specimen and you've admitted that!" you argued with a smile. You leant up and pressed a kiss to the corner of Stiles' mouth. "No one compares to you though."
Stiles couldn't help but smile and press a sweet peck to your lips. He put on the show and snuggled closer to you. The two of you were invested in the show for a few episodes. At some point, Stiles fell asleep. You didn't know when, you just know he eventually started snoring softly. You carefully paused the show and placed the remote beside you. You then nuzzled your nose against his chest and let yourself drift off to sleep with him.
MASTERLIST
Imagines
Derek Hale
Don’t Come Back
Scott McCall
I Need You
Stiles Stilinski
Skip Day
”My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard and i’m like…”
This made my laugh so hard
Don’t Come Back | Derek Hale
Derek Hale x Reader
!! i don’t own this gif or the prompt
Prompt: “If you walk out that door, don’t even think about coming back.”
Warnings: swearing, mild violence i guess you could say
You were in Derek’s loft, sitting on top of the kitchen counter as you ate hot cheetos from the bag sitting beside you. You’d decided to skip school that day. Your brother, Scott, had asked where you were, you lied and told him you weren’t feeling well so you went home.
Derek wasn’t at the loft when you showed up and neither was his new Beta, Isaac. You hadn’t been too upset when the Alpha changed the young boy. They told you he was saved by the bite and it had inevitably been an accident. Scott told you otherwise, insisting that Derek was building a pack to get him to join them. You didn’t know who to believe, you trusted your boyfriend but Scott was your brother. That’s why you didn’t tell him you were there.
The big metal door slid open with a scraping sound and a bang. A smile spread across your lips and you turned to the door, waiting to see your boyfriend walk through. Instead you saw Isaac and a blonde girl from school, Erica, you recalled.
“(Y/N) y-you’re.. you’re supposed to be at school,” Isaac stuttered and turned to look at Derek who was now walking through the door.
The smile on your face faltered as you looked between the three. Derek’s skin paled as he stared wide eyed at you and swallowed thickly. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and squared his shoulders. His sharp green eyes then locked with yours in a hardened gaze.
“You shouldn’t be here,” Derek said simply.
“What’s this?” you questioned, gesturing to the girl who was still comfortably holding onto Isaac.
Derek looked at his Beta and nodded his head to the stairs in a single command. Isaac obeyed and started to lead Erica across the room.
“Isaac,” your sharp tone cause him to stop immediately. He kept his back to you but turned his head to let you know he was listening. “Is she... Did he turn her?” you asked, hopping off of the counter and walking closer.
“Leave them, (Y/N).”
Derek’s warning and Isaac’s silence were enough for you. Your head slowly turned until you were looking at your boyfriend again. His eyes held regret but his face was still stone cold. Your jaw was tight as you hissed, “You lied to me.”
Isaac took that as his chance to escape, quickly escorting Erica upstairs to the safety of a bedroom.
“Scott was right. I trusted you!” you found yourself yelling, voice echoing through the metal structure. The teenagers upstairs didn’t need enhanced senses to hear you.
“I’m doing what needs to be done. I need a pack, we’re stronger that way,” Derek defended himself.
“You want Scott, Derek, admit it,” you seethed in anger. You couldn’t believe he betrayed your trust like that and thought he could hide it. Scott would have told you in a matter of hours and you two would’ve ended up in that situation regardless. “Are you going to turn the whole school until he joins you? Hm? Turn his friends? Turn me?!”
“I’m willing to do whatever I have to do,” he replied, eyes piercing yours. He wasn’t kidding. He was willing to risk your life on a bite just to get to your brother. It had you wondering if he ever actually liked you at all.
“I can’t believe this. I can’t fucking believe you!” you charged at him now. Your hands smacked against his chest with every word you said, even after you were done talking.
Derek let you do it for a moment. He knew you needed to get it out. But only for a moment, he quickly grew irritated at your childish behavior. His eyes glowed red as he snatched your wrists and growled, “That’s enough.”
You pulled your arms out of his grip while his eyes returned to their natural color. You reached up and placed a shaking hand over your mouth, turning away. Your mind was racing. You didn’t know what to do. Scott always knew what to do and you were really wishing he was there right then.
Derek’s eyes flitted to the floor. He could smell every emotion coming off of you. Rage, sadness, anxiety... heartbreak... betrayal. He could practically feel it with how strongly you reeked.
“If you love me, you won’t do this,” you finally said, voice calm and softer.
“(Y/N). Please,” Derek didn’t want to have to choose. He knew you wouldn’t like what he had to say.
“Do you love me?!” you shouted as you whipped back around to him.
“Of course I do!” he exploded, becoming ever more irritated with your behavior. He desperately wanted you to see things his way; convince your brother to just join him and stop the nonsense.
Your bottom lip trembled as you stared at the man in front of you. He couldn’t hold your gaze for longer than a second. His fingers twitched at his sides and his breathing was heavy. His desire to be the Alpha was stronger than his love for you, at least in that moment.
“But that won’t change this. That won’t change your mind,” you stated as a few tears slipped from your eyes. You didn’t bother to wipe them. You wanted him to see how he was hurting you.
You let out a sob as you walked back into the kitchen and grabbed your backpack. You slung it over your shoulder and slid around Derek to get to the door. You didn’t want to touch him, let alone be around him anymore. Just looking at him was ripping your heart to pieces.
You reached for the large sliding door but stopped. The next words that came out of Derek’s mouth made your blood run cold. He stepped on any shred of hope that you two could get through this.
“If you walk out that door, don’t even think about coming back.”
You breathed in deeply through your nose and opened the door roughly. You paused for another second to give him a chance to take it back. When he remained silent you let out a dry laugh.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” your tone was venomous.
With that, you walked out of his loft and slammed the door shut behind you.
You are my best friend
Scott: [loses Stiles in a crowd]
Scott: [cups hands to mouth like a megaphone] Scott McCall is a flop alpha!
Derek: [charges through crowd] Scott McCall is better than any of us!
Scott: [shocked] I was looking for Stiles...
Derek: I got this... [cups hands to mouth] Derek Hale is a murderer!
Stiles: [trips through crowd] ONLY I CAN SAY THAT, ASSHOLE!
Derek: [is smug]
Scott: Why is he always following us?
Stiles: [shrugs] Murderer...
the D i v i n e Move
- I will place the finale stone chess piece
moodboard + stiles stilinki : save me
Theo: i have a plan
Liam: does it end in us not getting in trouble?
Theo: i said i had a plan, not a miracle
stiles: I’d say this mission was a 100% success
liam: dude, theo is unconscious and nearly died
stiles: like i said, 100% success
Derek: Where’s Liam? Stiles: Doing stuff. Derek: I don’t like the sound of that. Where’s Scott? Stiles: Trying to stop Liam from doing the stuff. Derek: And Theo? Stiles: Trying to stop Scott from stopping Liam from doing the stuff. Derek: I see. And what are you doing here, Stiles? Stiles: I’m supposed to stop you from stopping Theo from stopping Scott from stopping Liam from doing the stuff.
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I Need You | Scott McCall
Scott McCall x Reader
!! i don’t own this gif, i found it. !!
!! also, i know the layout seems funny but i wrote this in this way for my book on wattpad. check it out, user is @/maximoffwithhishead !!
Prompt: You want to leave Beacon Hills because you think you’re weak. Scott convinces you otherwise.
You walked briskly down the hallways, brushing past your classmates and ignoring their glances. After the events of last night you wished they wouldn't look at you at all. You wanted nothing more than to disappear into thin air.
Your friends had fought valiantly, without fear. They moved with precision and grace as they took down the enemy. It was like they were meant for this.
What did you do? Oh, you cowered in the shadows, afraid to even attempt fighting with the others. You couldn't heal like them. Yet, Stiles had no problem looking death in the face... So why couldn't you?
Your heartbeat was erratic, breath coming up short as you stumbled down the hallway by the locker rooms. A squeak left your lips as a pair of strong hands grabbed your arms and you were pulled into the boy's locker room.
"Hey, (Y/N), hey.. Are you okay?" you looked up, meeting the worried eyes of Scott McCall.
"Scott? Shouldn't you b-be in practice?" your voice shook as you tried to calm your breathing. The last thing you needed was to have a panic attack.
"Coach let me out early," Scott dismissed and wrapped his hands around your trembling ones. "What happened? I could hear your heart racing from across the school."
Tears welled in your eyes as you dropped your gaze to the ground below you. "I can't do this. I'm not strong enough for this anymore, Scott. I think I need to leave Beacon Hills," you choked out.
Scott's gaze softened but his eyes went from worried to sad. "What happened, (Y/N)? Why do you feel that way?"
"Last night I felt powerless... I hid in the corner like a coward! God, even Stiles was out there, fighting for his life but I couldn't move!" you started ranting, throwing your hands about as they slipped from his grip. "I'm not meant for this. This world doesn't need me like they need you, Scott. I can't help anyone."
"That's not true," Scott shook his head, hands reaching out and grabbing the sides of your head. His thumbs brushed across your flushed cheekbones as his dark chocolate iris' bore into yours. "Who helped Stiles get through the guilt after the Nogitsune possessed him?"
"Me," you mumbled softly in response.
"And who helped Lydia figure out the deadpool before anyone else?"
"Also me."
A small smile spread across Scott's pink lips as he stepped closer to you.
"You helped Malia find an anchor. You've talked Liam down from an outburst more than once," the dark haired male threaded his fingers through your hair as he spoke. "You've helped me more times than I can count, (Y/N). You're there to help me make the right decisions or scold me when I don't. You go to the ends of the Earth to investigate and gather information. You've saved my life without even realizing it."
Your eyes met Scott's once again, a tear sliding down your cheek that he quickly wiped away. He bent down and pressed his soft lips against yours gently. Both of hands caressed the side of your face until he pulled away. He then wrapped his strong arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest.
"The world may not need you, but the Pack needs you. I need you. You don't have to fight the fights to help. You help more than you know without putting yourself in harms way."