Short Drabbles//Short Stories

Scott McCall [TEEN WOLF-fandomimaginesandstories]

PROMPT: It's 3am and you wake up to noise coming from your kitchen, so you go to investigate it.

You walked slowly towards the kitchen, heartbeat going faster than you had hoped, the baseball bat your younger brother gave you for "protection" in hand. Tiptoeing through the short hallway connecting your room and bathroom to the rest of the apartment, you began to raise the bat, preparing yourself to hit whoever broke in. Making it to the kitchen, you round the corner and go to hit the intruder, when a hand wraps itself around the tip and jerks the bat forward, causing it to slip out of your clammy hands.

"Y/N" an all-too familiar voice spoke "calm down, it's Scott McCall, Stiles' friend."

You backed up a foot and flip on the light, confirming it was in fact Scott McCall. "How and why the hell are you in my apartment?" You questioned, mentally cursing the high schooler out for scaring you.

"Your brother called and said he was worried about you, he said you didn't answer your phone" he replied, slowly handing back the bat he had pulled out of your hands a moment ago.

You let out an angry sigh "So you broke into my apartment to check on me because I didn't answer my phone, did either of you stop to think 'hm, it's 3am, maybe she's asleep, y'know since she has classes tomorrow'?"

"Technically I didn't break in, Stiles gave me the spare key you kept at their house, and he was worried about you, that's all, with all these new supernatural creatures popping up left and right, and you knowing more about our world than I do, he was scared someone took you" Scott began and rubbed the back of his neck "I didn't mean to scare you Y/N, I'm sorry."

Maybe it was the fact that it was 3 in the morning and you had to get up in a few hours, or the fact that your brother and his friends always annoyed you with questions about the supernatural world, causing you to have a mild hatred for them, but you couldn't help but glare daggers at the sympathetic boy standing in front of you.

"If it were Saturday or Sunday morning, I would pretend to be grateful for your concern, but since it's not, I'm not going to lie and sugarcoat anything, so tell my brother he needs to cool it with his constant calls and texts and always having to know where I am and what I'm doing every minute of every day. Tell Stiles that it's not alright to send people to my apartment and it's not okay to give other people my spare key to get in. Let him know that if he keeps it up, I will make sure he's more fucking miserable than he was when the Nogitsune possessed his ass. Oh and another thing" you spoke, turning to walk towards your living space "get the fuck out of my apartment."

Scott stared wide-eyed at the back of your head, barely able to comprehend everything you had just said "No" he managed to get out as he snapped back to reality.

"No" you asked, jerking your body around to face him "did you really just tell me no McCall, go choke on a dick."

Standing up straighter, glaring back at you, he began again "No, I won't tell Stiles and no I won't leave. I came here because Stiles asked me to keep an eye on you and that's what I'm going to do. I'm not leaving Y/N, not until I know for sure that you're alright."

"Listen here you little shit" you spat "I have a gun loaded with bullets laced with wolfsbane in my nightstand and if you don't get out, I'll light your ass up like a kid's face on Christmas day."

What does that even mean? Scott wondered, throwing the statement of "I'd like to see you try" at you before he walked over to your apartment door, locking it.

"I'll remember that you little cunt" you snickered "but again McCall, you know where the door is, so I suggest you use it. I'm going back to bed and hopefully I'll get a little more sleep before I have to leave, so don't bother me again."