void stiles x Stiles Imagines

Camping

Third Person POV

    The McCall pack decided to all go camping out on the Preserve for the weekend. The sunlight filters through the trees as Lydia whines about the unexpected rain that had fallen last night as she sits on large rock bundled up in a faux fur coat. Malia is absolutely in her element and has been laying on the damp, leaf strewn ground ever since she exited her tent several hours prior, even though Lydia keeps telling her that she’ll catch a cold if she doesn’t get up and put a jacket on. Mason and Corey are debating about who knows what in their seats on a mossy log. Scott and Derek are tending to a small fire as Alec and Liam gather twigs and other kindling materials from the surrounding area. Noticing that he hasn’t seen his younger sibling and best friend in a quite a bit, Scott looks up from the fire and looks around trying to catch their scents, with no luck due to the swirling wind.  

    Derek straightens up thinking something is wrong, “Please don’t tell me you smell a threat.”

    “No, I’m just looking for (Y/n) and Stiles,” Scott responds still trying to catch any sign of their location. Derek looks around as well before nudging the worried Alpha and pointing at a hammock that’s swaying gently behind the tents. Scott relaxes and smiles a bit before getting up to go check on them.

    The rustle of leaves alerts Stiles to someone’s approach as Scott comes into view with a grin plastered on his face. Stiles has one leg hanging over the side of the hammock, pressing his foot against the ground to keep the hammock swaying. (Y/n) lays on Stiles’s chest bundled up in one of his flannels and a leather jacket with a blanket thrown over them. The youngest McCall has their face buried in Stiles’s neck but Scott can see that they’re sound asleep.

    “Didn’t sleep last night?” Scott asks quietly as not to wake (Y/n) as he leans against a tree.

    Stiles yawns and nods, “The rain kept both of us awake.”

    “You should probably get some sleep too,” Scott says chuckling.

    “If I fall asleep then who will keep the hammock rocking,” Stiles replies with an air of sarcasm and drama.

    (Y/n) shifts the slightest bit as Scott rolls his eyes, “Alright, just let me know if you need anything then.

    “Coffee would be nice,” Stiles mumbles mostly to himself. A thermos is placed by his shoulder that (Y/n) isn’t snuggled up against so he thanks Scott before trying to figure out how to open the thermos with one hand. He finally sighs in defeat and asks Scott to come open it for him. Unable to hold his laughter, Scott returns to the hammock to open the coffee for Stiles before returning to the fire.