Teen Wolf Imagines.

Sneezes and Soups / Peter Hale

"Peter," (Y/N) gasped out after a fit of sneezes, trying to catch her breath back. "H-how'd you get in here?"
(Y/N) was in her brother's old lacrosse jersey. Nothing covered her legs because she was too hot to put anything else on.
"You left your front door open," Peter simply answered, pulling off his leather jacket. "I could hear your heartbeat from my apartment so I came to check up on you."
(Y/N) sniffled, pulling the ends of her shirt down subconsciously. Peter gaped and walked closer to her, pressing the back of his hand to her forehead, then to her cheek.
"You're ill," Peter quickly made his way to her livingroom and ripped off the blanket from the couch. When he returned, he wrapped it around her smaller frame and pulled her into his arms, in hopes of getting her warm.
(Y/N) groaned, throwing her head back. "Peter, I'm already sweating, I don't need the blanket or your arms."
Peter was quick to protest as she began to shrug him and the blanket off. He hushed her, kissing her forehead. "Sweetheart, I only want you to get better."
"And you think making me sticky and sweaty, is gonna work?" she mumbled into his chest. She wanted to smell him, but her nose was too stuffy. Her sense of smell was failing her and all she wanted to do was smell her boyfriend.
"You know," Peter ran his hand on her back, soothing her, "This wouldn't be a problem, if you'd just let me turn you."
"Peter," (Y/N) warned the man. She liked be human. Peter didn't understand why, but (Y/N) was perfectly fine being a human. She'd proved to him, many times, that she didn't have to be a supernatural creature to be badass. All (Y/N) needed was her fists and leg muscles.
Peter sighed, dropping the subject. He led her back to the couch, laying her down. She whined when the loss of contact had left her, so he laid down next to her. He held (Y/N) tightly in his arms, watching her as she drifted off.
Occasionally her nose would twitch when she sniffled, Peter smiled. (Y/N) was curled up against his chest, her arms around Peter's neck, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck with her eyes shut.
"Peter," (Y/N) kept her eyes closed but she yawned, chuckling to herself.
"Yes, Darling?" Peter rubbed his hand up her middle.
He could feel her smile on his chest, which only made his heart thump faster. "I'm a blanket burrito," she answered, stifling back giggles.
Peter chuckled, kissing her forehead. "Get some sleep, (Y/N)."
When he heard her snore, due to her stuffy nose, he grinned. His girlfriend was, by far, the most precious thing to him. She was never afraid to be herself around him and that made him happy.
"I love you," Peter spoke suddenly. And he didn't regret it. He meant it. (Y/N) moved around a bit in her slumber, a smile spreading across her face as she mumbled something. One word. A name. Peter's name.
"And I love you."

Originally posted by codeychristian on tumblr!