After you finish eating the omelette that was made for you, you go ahead and take the plate downstairs so you can wash it. When you get to the bottom of the stairs and turn into the kitchen, you see two members of the Wolfpack already washing the dishes. You awkwardly step up to the two of them and when they notice you, they tell you to just put it in the sink. You do as you are told and head back up the stairs, unsure of what exactly to do. When you get back to Scott's room, the leader of the Wolfpack is already leaning against the doorway. He asks, "So how was it?" "Huh?" You ask back. "How was the omelette?" "Oh, it was really good, thank you. Did you make it?" He chuckles and smirks, "Yeah, I made it. So?" "I just had no idea you could cook." He laughs again, "Yeah, I can. Pretty great, right?" You chuckle back, "Yeah." The smirk on his face fades away, and he glares at the ground. "Do you.. Need someone.. To keep you company?" "No, I'm fine, thank you." "Are you sure?" "Yeah?" He looks further away from you, "Are you.. Really sure?" You think to yourself for a moment, "On second thought, some company would be nice." You smile at him. "Thought so.." Without taking another look at you, he walks into the room you follow behind him. He shuts the door behind you.
"Was there anything you had in mind for what we should do?" You ask. "Nah, I just wanted to play some video games, and Scott's got the best ones." "Ah, all right." The leader squats down in front of Scott's TV and presses the on button on the console. He picks out a game puts it in, and he goes back to sit at the foot of Scott's bed, handing you a controller. The two of you play video games for a while, mainly a fighting game that he chose. At first, he beat you in every round because you were new and unexperienced. After a while though, you eventually got the hang of it, and soon you were the one who was beating him every round. With an attitude as arrogant as his, you expected him to be more of a sore loser than he actually is. He occasionally gets frustrated when you beat him, but he also expresses his admiration when you pull a difficult move, or end up coming out on top. After playing a little over 2 hours, he gets bored and tells you to pick the next game.
You look through the games that Scott has on his shelf, and you come across one that you've never heard of before. You pop it into the console and soon the TV displays the title screen for a game called 'Human Prom'. At first, the leader expresses his lack of interest for the game, but by the end of it, he ends up devastated whenever his prom date rejects him. Throughout the game, there were many jokes on human society, and he asked more than one offensive question about humans. He ends up enjoying the game so much however, that he urges you to play another round. Both of you have plenty of fun playing the game, and you eventually get a text from Scott saying that he'll be home in about half an hour. You say, "Oh, hey, Scott said he'll be home soon." Out of the corner of your eye, you see the leader tense up a bit.
You look over at him and ask, "Is something wrong?" "Listen, I.. It's just.. Ugh.. Thanks, or whatever.." You look at him, confused. "For what?" "For.. Being here. Scott has been super bummed out lately, because of.. You know.. But, when you're here, he's always really happy, and it's.. Nice.." He looks over, away from you. You smile, "You're welcome." "I'm not done." You shut your mouth, allowing him to continue. "You're the best one he's brought home. The blue girl was annoying, the fire girl was too loud, the shadow guy was super wimpy and never talked. Brian was pretty cool, though. But you're better somehow, so.. Yeah.." You silently stare at him, thinking he's going to say more. He turns to you and says, "I'm done now." "Oh, okay! Well.. Thank you for saying that, it means a lot to me. I'm glad I can be a part of this family, uh.. Dude?" You awkwardly call him 'Dude', since you don't exactly know what else you can call him. He sighs, "Archie." "Huh?" You reply." "My name is Archie, call me that." "O-Okay, thank you Archie. I'm glad I can be part of this family." "No problem, bro." He holds his fist out and you pump it with yours. He lets out a long sigh, "So you say Scotty boy will be home in about a half an hour.. You want to come with me downstairs to make everyone something to eat? Knowing him, he hasn't eaten anything." You happily nod your head follow him down stairs.
You and Archie make the entire family burgers with homemade fries. It still completely boggles your mind that he knows how to cook, and so well at that. Scott walks through the door soon after he said he would, and immediately sniffs the air. "That smells really good, bro! I'm starving!" He walks into the kitchen and sees you helping. "Oh, (Y/N)! You're helping too?" "Yup! Archie asked for my help, and I thought it would be fun, so I agreed!" You smile. Archie says, "I did not ask for help! They begged me to let them help because they wanted to surprise you.." Scott chuckles and winks at you, giving you a kiss on the forehead. He asks, "Do you need any other help, Archie?" "Oh yeah, get out some plates, some drinks, and tell the others that dinner is ready." Scott happily follows the orders he was given, and soon the entire family is eating together at the table, laughing and talking. After finishing, the other members of the Wolfpack start cleaning up while you, Scott, and Archie go to the couch and watch a movie. Eventually, the others join you, and you all stay up late into the night, watching TV. You all fall asleep together in one big pile, and you couldn't be happier.
(A/N) We've done it! We've hit 100 chapters! Thank you, all of you, for reading and keeping up with the story so far. It means a lot to me! I really hope you continue to love the story, and hot, dumb werewolf boyfriends.
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The Monsters Inside and Out (Scott Howl x Depressed Reader)
FanfictionYour life sucked. There was nothing for you. No happiness, no sunshine, not even a way to escape. You had nothing. Until you met that furry cutie patootie.
