Teen wolf imagines

Scott- Worried

I yawned adjusting my position on the sofa as my younger brother Liam handed me a hot mug of hot chocolate before sitting down next to me. I looked skeptically at him causing him to roll his eyes.

"Stiles made it." He replied smirking at me.

"Thanks bro." I took the mug in my hands gratefully as he nodded his shoulder against mine.

"Why are you so tired?" He questioned crossing his legs on Scott's sofa when Melissa walked by.

"Shoes off the sofa!" Using the back of her hand she gently smacked Liam's head as she strode into the kitchen. I laughed before turning back to Liam, yawning again.

"This pack stuff." I replied, pointing to the dread doctor books. "It's slowly killing me." I leant my head against the back of the sofa, closing my eyes and letting out a slow breath. Of course that was interrupted by Stiles and Lydia entering the room, bickering about anything and everything.

"Hey y/n?" Scott's voice was loud over the top of the bickering but I opened my eyes to see him standing over me. "Come talk to me for a minute." Nodding I stood  before following Scott up the stairs into his room in silence. I sat on his bed as he closed the door and I ran my hands through my hair.

"What's up?" I questioned as he leant against his desk.

"Are you," He started before clearing his throat and looking me in the eye. "Are you okay?"

"You seriously asking me that?" I questioned, choking back a laugh and he nodded walking over to me before kneeling and looking me in the eye.

"These past few days you haven't been yourself," He noted his gaze not leaving mine. "You have been yawning constantly, zoning out, passing out and your starting to make the pack nervous. And well me."

"I'm sorry." I pathetically stated, purposely not meeting his eyes.

"Why on earth are you sorry?" He questioned grabbing my hands in his. "I'm worried about you y/n."

"You are?" I whispered, looking up at his soft brown eyes staring into mine.

"Of course I am." He replied sincerely squeezing gently on my hands. "You know you have always been the one to save us."

"No I haven't." I replied blushing modestly down at the ground. 

"Yeah you have." He let one of my hands loose from his, as he brought it up to lift my chin so I had no choice but to look him in the eyes. "You and Stiles may be human but you come up with the plans and you're always in the first lines fighting no matter how much I worry about you being there."

"You worry about me fighting with you?" I questioned, Scott's eyes widening as he realised what he said before he nodded sighing. 

"I worry about that every night." He admitted and I smiled softly at him as a mere couple of tears fell from the corners of my eyes. "Why are you crying?"

"Other than Liam, I've never had anybody care for me before." I replied tears now free-falling down my cheeks as I adverted my gaze from his. 

"Stiles calls you his sister." His words brought my eyes snapping back to his and they widened in surprise, but he carried on talking despite my emotions. "Kira and Malia say your their rock. Allison called you her best friend and if she could she still would and Lydia would be by her side chanting it just so you could hear it." He paused for a breath his thumb brushing out and wiping away the cascading tears. "And to me, your everything." He added softly, his dark eyes looking directly into mine. "I just wish you could see it."

At this precise moment we both realised our close proximity to each other. If he moved forward even a centimetre his nose would be pressed up against my own. But our position didn't feel awkward, in fact it let anything but. My heart started to pound the blood around my body faster and my breath was becoming ragged. Slowly I raised my eye level to find him looking directly at me and in those short few seconds his lips found their way onto mine. 

Built up emotions over the years flooded into our touch as Scott's hands moved from my face, to my neck, my shoulders, my spine and my waist. He pulled me closer causing me to come away from the bed and onto the floor where in seconds I was straddling his lap. His hands moved passionately, but gently across my back as I felt myself melting into his touch. 

Lost in the feel of one an other we didn't realise the sound of a young boy coming up the stairs and across the landing until his voice made us break apart in fright. Once we did we saw Liam standing there his mouth hung open with half fright- half disgust as his words from seconds before reached our ears. 

"Oh godddd, that is gross."