Request: “Hi. I would like to request an imagine where Scott, Stiles and Isaac like the reader and compliment her all the time. But the reader brushes it off. Then one day they all start flirting with her at once and she is about to let them down easy saying she is seeing someone. But before she can say anything Malia throws them all out of the way, kisses the reader, shouts “she’s mine”. Then pulls the reader away, leaving the boys completely shocked. Thanks!”
Ship: mainly Malia x Fem!Reader, Scott x Reader, Stiles x Reader, Isaac x Reader.
Warnings: flirting, angst, yelling, swearing, fluff, minor kissing, etc.
Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners.
Walking into Beacon Hills High, my new favorite novel propped open onto my palm while I held my favorite cup of coffee in the other hand. Using my peripheral vision, I walked around and/or dodged the ruckus that occurred daily within the halls. Students fell or ran into one another to get to their designated class while I moved around them with ease. Now that I was older than these younger kids, I moved more confidently throughout Beacon Hills High. I remember coming in as a complete newbie, everything around me seemed like it was from another world. But now, I knew where I was gong. I knew who I was.
The second I reach my locker, for the first time since I’ve entered the building, I tore my gaze away from my book and grab my stuff for my first class. I send Malia a good morning text, considering I had my own ride to school that day. I couldn’t help but smile at the sentimental message I would receive later. The second I slam the locker, Stiles jumps out at me, his voice somewhat loud. “HEY, (Y/N)! Y-Yoou look lovely today. Is that a new top?” Glancing down at my Def Leopard shirt, I tried to recall if it was new or not. I could have sworn I’d worn it before, but my memory isn’t something I exactly rely on.
“Uhh, m’not sure-” He fumbled slightly. “W-Well, you look really nice. It makes your eyes wide!” My brows furrow at the strange compliment. “Uhh, thank you.” We walk side by side to my class but only a few steps in, he asks. “That looks heavy, do you want me to carry that for you?” I shake my head, flattered by his offer. “No thanks. I think I can handle it on my own. Thanks for the offer, though. Hey, I’ll catch you later, Stiles! Have a good day!” Odd. I leave him behind me as I make my way over to class. By the time I reach lunch, I’d completely forgotten about my rather strange encounter with Stiles. Don’t get me wrong, I love the guy but he’s my friend, ya know? The behavior that he was displaying was out of the ordinary.
Putting my heavy math book back into my locker, I am not so secretly thrilled to be rid of the gross material. Math was not my thing. It’s not that I hated it, I just didn’t understand it, not to mention I have rather shitty teachers. So, at the end of the day, I’ve learned relatively nothing. Switching books, I give my locker a once over to make sure I’m not forgetting anything before shutting it close. The minute I look up and away from the disarray of my locker, I almost scream in shock at the sight of Scott puppy dog smiling down at me. Clutching my chest, I breath deeply. “Oh, hey Scott. Sorry, you just scared me. What’s up?” Placing his big calloused hands into his pockets, he shrugs playfully. “Nothing much. Waiting for class to start. I figured I could spend my time talking to a pretty girl than staring at a wall.”
What is going on? “T-That’s…so sweet of you. What class are you in right now?” He glances over at the class before saying, “Economics. I’m kinda afraid of that stupid ruler Coach throws around. It almost hit Greenburg yesterday. In all honesty, I think Coach wanted to hit him but if he did, he wouldn’t have a job.” I nod along to his words, smiling at the thought of Coach smacking Greenburg’s hands. All of a sudden, the bell alarm blared loudly above us. “You should get to class before you’ll be on the wrong end of Coach’s wrath, I’ll see you later, Scott.” I head over to lunch but before I walk into the cafeteria, I catch Coach dragging Scott into the class room by the ear after he looked at me with doey eyes. Shaking my head, I head into the lunchroom and sit down in my usual spot.
For the past few weeks, it seemed as though Scott, Stiles and Isaac have been progressively more friendly with me. It was really nice of them, odd but nice. I send my gorgeous girlfriend a loving text before popping my book open while I eat. It was a shame that Malia and I didn’t have any classes, not even lunch. I barely saw her, and we go to the same school?! I missed her like crazy. Pushing the thought away, I spend the rest of the lunch period reading happily. That was.. until Isaac showed up. The lunch bell rang and that’s when he popped up, smirk and all. “Hey there, beautiful.” I snort, wafting him curiously. “You smell funny? Where were you at?” He licked his lips cockily before saying. “ugh, you caught me! I was brewing a love potion for you.” I laugh loudly. “Isaac, you can’t cook for shit.”
He clutches his chest, dramatically. “Ugh, you’ve wounded me, (Y/n).” I shake my head, smiling softly as I press on. “No, seriously. Where were you at? You smell odd?” Isaac pointed down the Science corridor, his jacket sashaying slightly before saying, “Chemistry. We were doing this weird ass project. Mixing strange concoctions and all that jazz.” Oh, that explains it. “Oh cool! Hey I’ve gotta get to class, I’ll talk to you later!” And before he could continue our conversation, I’m already halfway down the hallway. That night, when I went to bed, I couldn’t stop reminiscing over my odd day. The next day, If yesterday wasn’t weird, today sure was. The minute I entered the school, Scott and Stiles greet me at my locker with two coffees, one in Scott’s hand and the other in Stiles’. My favorite, coincidentally. “O-Oh.. that’s so sweet.” I say, hesitantly.
Placing the coffees on top of the shelf in my locker, I turn back to see a third person join the group. Isaac, to be exact. Oh god, here we go. He leans slyly up against my neighbors locker, smirking down at me before saying, “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?” Jesus Christ, of all the pick up lines in the universe, he could have been a little more, I don’t know, creative? Before I could say anything, Stiles scoffed loud enough to hear from down the hallway. “Pff! That’s the shittiest flirtation I’ve ever heard! I’ve got a better one. Hey, (Y/n). I would never leave you, ya know why? Cause Yoda only one for me.”
When he finishes, he smiles proudly, almost smug like, to himself, as if he won a meddle or something. It was cute, I’ll admit that but- “Awe c'mon, really? (Y/n), let’s just stop being cacti and start being cactus.“ Scott says, happily. He seems to be equally as proud of himself for his attempted flirtation. The other two, however, don’t seem so impressed. At this point, it’s almost as if they’ve forgotten of my existence entirely. Now, it’s between the boys. They’re fighting over me, pettily. Every time I talk, my voice seems to be washed out by their attempted flirts. It’s almost as if they’re trying to out-flirt one another.
“Really? Cactus? That’s so lame!” Isaac practically shouts before turning over to look back at me. I didn’t even realize that as he pushed himself closer to me, he ended up closing my locker, causing me to lean on it due to the boys getting progressively closer. When Isaac looks down at me with his deep green eyes, he makes his voice out to be like silk though I know it isn’t, not like how Malia’s is. “I’ve got a better one. Are you a campfire? Cause you’re hot, and I was s'more.” Yikes! That was rough. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I love these guys but they’re my friends, notmy lovers?! And don’t even get me started on the whole not-straight thing!! I don’t think any one of them realize I’m a lesbian?!
Scott and Stiles share an equally disgusted look but that doesn’t stop Isaac from looking down at me like a piece of meat. The more I watch this weird situation unravel, the longer I realize this is a pure competition for my affection. Just watching it occur makes me think of all the times men have to mate with someone in the animal kingdom. I wonder what happened when they found out the girl they were after was as straight as a slinky? Because this chick is no ruler. Stiles jumps onto the bandwagon of flirtations, not hearing my voice at all. “Y-You smell like trash.. can I take you out?” Not one of the best flirtations I’ve ever heard. Scott looks at his friend with such disappointment, I couldn’t watch this any more.
At this point, it was obvious, painfully so. “Guys, I’m sorry but-” The more I tried to speak up for myself, the more my voice seemed to be washed out by the endless amount of affection. Before I could finish, Scott interrupted with another flirt. “I thought ‘happiness’ started with h? Why does mine start with u?” I shake my head, trying to speak but my voice does not entirely reaching them. God, this was fucking exhausting. “Guys, I-” Just as I was about to scream, someone broke the boys up. Malia, my Malia. “Get out of my way.” She says roughly, pushing the boys out of her way with just her fingers. Stiles yelps out in pain, as do Scott and Isaac. Her glare could strike fear within anyone; man, woman or child.
Malia pushes me against my now closed locker, wrapping her hands around my jacket collar to pull me in. Because of my towering height, she pulls me downward, our lips sloppily crashing onto one another. Though I was not supernatural in any sort of way, I felt the roughness and pure rage pouring off of her. She moaned against my lips before letting go, leaving me completely breathless and begging for more. I felt my lips tingling, almost pleading for her to continue what she had started. She looks back at the boys, whom I haven’t looked at since Malia’s arrival, with a death glare. The second I saw Malia, everyone around me seemed to have vanished. It was as if nobody else mattered. “She’s mine.” And when she says it, I know she means it.
Turning over her shoulder, Malia kisses me again with so passion, I almost fall over. When she deems that the message has been received properly, she laces our hands together, smiling innocently up at me. When I turn to look back at the boys for the first time since I matched Malia’s gaze, all three of their jaws are down to the floor, shock written all over their faces. The sight itself makes me laugh. Malia kisses me softly this time as we walk up and out of the school. “You’re mine. Now-” She says, turning over her shoulder to make sure that the boys heard. “Let’s go have angry lesbian sex.” If their jaws couldn’t drop further, I was proved wrong once again. I bump Malia in the arm, laughing loudly before slipping into my car.
Gryffindor: climbing trees, jumping into piles of leaves, getting lost in corn mazes, face painting, building pillow forts, ripped jeans and combat boots, laughing loudly, rolling down hills, walking barefoot on cold floors, a mischievous glint in someone’s eye, roasted marshmallows
Ravenclaw: bedheads and fuzzy socks, pumpkin flavored coffee, reading by the fire, passing out on soft pillows and warm blankets, listening to rain, old music playing on a turntable, deep conversations, crunching leaves, foreheads against cold windows
Hufflepuff: bonfires and camping with close friends, big sweaters and fluffy scarves, drinking loads of hot cocoa, pumpkin carving, warm hugs, morning walks, smiling at strangers, holding hands, blue lips and pink noses, huddling close to friends, holding a warm drink, cuddling
Slytherin: watching old movies wrapped in a fluffy blanket, hot tea on cloudy days, pink cheeks from cold wind, knitted beanies and cozy jackets, stargazing on a rooftop, long sighs, flickering candles, misty mornings, reading old poetry, writing in a cafe, tired yawns