Dylan O'Brien+ Stiles Stilinski Imagines

motel cali (ss x reader pov)

"I don't like this place." Lydia thought aloud and I nodded my head.

"It's only one night." Allison said.

"A lot can happen in one night." I injected.

"C'mon people we need to get rooms for everyone, now!" Coach yelled then blew his whistle, meaning business.

"Everyone's going to be sharing a room, so choose wisely." Coach said as Lydia and I grabbed our key, Stiles and Scott, Allison and Isaac, and so forth.

Lydia and I walked up to our room and opened the door, the hinges squealed and the floor creaked.

I shrugged my shoulders, "well what to expect from a cheap motel." I said and sat on one of the decent looking beds.

"Hey, I'm going to be in the shower, ok?" Lydia asked and I nodded, she walked into the bathroom then came back out.

"Do these smell like tobacco to you or is it just me?" She asked and I stuck my nose onto the white fabric.

I scrunched my nose in disgust and nodded my head.

"I'll go get some fresh ones." I said and Lydia nodded her head and sat on the bed patiently waiting for me to return with some fresh towels.

My heartbeat quickened as I walked to office, it was pitch black and quiet, except for the buzzing of the lit motel sign.

My head perked as my ears picked up footsteps behind me.

I quickly turned around, my eyes flashing their gold shine.

Stiles, jumped in surprise and held his chest.

"Don't do that." We said at the same time, I smiled for a second before continuing to the office, but with Stiles by my side now.

Once we got into the office the woman at the desk smiled widely at us.

"Hello, what may I help you with dear?" She asked staring at me.

"I just need a few towels these ones smell of-" I said before she finished my sentence.

"Tobacco? Yeah, I think it's odd as this is a no smoking motel, but here are some new ones." She said handing me two new towels.

"You need new ones also?" She asked Stiles and he nodded his head.

"Well here you go dears." She said handing Stiles towels too.

"What do those numbers mean?" I asked gesturing to the board behind her with the number 198.

"This seems very gruesome, but that's how many suicides have took place at this motel." She said and my brows furrowed.

"Ever?" Stiles asked.

"And still counting." She said and I nodded my head and turning around to leave.

"Stiles come on." I say to him as he still standing there looking at the board.

He turns around and walks out the door with me.

Once we get close to the rooms, I see Boyd at a vending machine, his food about to drop but then it stops, he looks irritated.