teen wolf imagines (currently inactive)

anchor [scott mccall]

The words that were tumbling out of Y/N's teachers mouth were a jumbled blur in her mind, and she squinted her eyes at the board in an attempt to focus on the lesson. It was a normal thing for Y/N not being able to focus. In fact, concentration was becoming such an issue for her that receiving a D minus was considered a good achievement in her eyes.

So when Scott Mcall and his best friend Stiles piled into the classroom, any concentration she had on the history lesson flew straight out of the window. "Stilinski and Mccall, what a fine time to join us," their teacher said bitterly, arms folded tightly. "Sorry, sorry, sorry." Scott replied, his voice laced with desperation. The teacher sighed dramatically, beckoning the two boys to their seats. "You're 20 minutes late to the lesson, so join me after class for detention. Now, sit, and no more funny business." 

Scott and Stiles nodded, collapsing onto their seats where Y/N, luckily, was close to. "Hey." she said quietly, avoiding Scott's gaze and nervously playing with her hands. "Hey," he replied softly, his voice warm and kind as usual. Y/N smiled, still fidgeting. They exchanged no more words, yet she felt that it was enough. She turned to her desk, thinking to herself how glad she was that nobody could hear her heartbeat. 

As the lesson drew to a close, Scott seemed to become increasingly frustrated. As the teacher droned on and on about the American Civil War, the boy's grip on his desk tightened, the wood seemingly splintering at the pressure. A low, quiet growl escaped his lips and he blinked furiously. Sweat dripped from his forehead, drops of it falling quickly onto his desk. "Hey, Scott?" Stiles asked him warily, and Y/N had never seen the sarcastic, hyperactive teenager so worried. 

"What's going on?" She mouthed to Stiles, balling her fists in anticipation. He bit his lip, ignoring her question. Y/N's gaze fell back to Scott, and for a moment she could've sworn his chocolate brown eyes flashed orange. She blinked, furrowing her eyebrows. "Scott?" He gave her one last glance, shooting a wave of anger at her, before he got up from his seat and stumbled out of the classroom so quickly that he was just a blur. 

She became aware of the growing pit of fear in her stomach, looking quickly to Stiles. "Is he having a panic attack?" She asked worriedly. The boy shook his head, grimacing. "No, no, no. It's not." He got up hurriedly from his chair and began running out of the room, bumping into desks and chairs along the way. 

Y/N was really scared now, desperately contemplating whether or not to follow the boys and try to help Scott. She glanced at their teacher one last time, ignoring the glare she was given. "Y/N, don't you dare." She got up from her seat, running out of the classroom. 

"Scott? Stiles?" She called out to the hallway, turning around and running in the direction where she'd just heard a scream. Entering the boys locker room with no hesitation, the first thing she saw was Stiles sprawled on the cold tile, grunting in an effort to get up. Y/N kneeled next to the boy, her thoughts all over the place as she tried to speak. 

"Are you okay? W-what happened?" Stiles put his hands up, ushering her to stop. "Y/N, I'm fine. Scott.." He grimaced in pain as he sat up gingerly. "He can't control it." He told her, eyes darting towards the showers. She tried to conceal the confusion that plagued her mind, nodding. "O-ok. Uh, just-just stay here." 

Y/N, trembling all over, made her way to the end of the room-where Scott was, holding himself up with only his hands. His nails, she noticed, were now dark claws. His features were changing quickly, morphing into a more inhumane version of himself. "S-Scott?" She couldn't help the stutter that overcame her voice, she was incredibly confused and scared. 

"Don't come any closer, Y/N." He growled, his voice slow and edged with fury, completely unlike the normally sweet and loving Scott. She bit her lip, tentatively making her way towards him. "Scott, I'm not leaving." She took courage from her own words, and didn't flinch when he spun around, his now burning orange eyes wild with a mixture of anger and fear. 

"Y/N, leave-before I hurt you." He shouted, his breathing labored. She instead looked right into his eyes, pushing away the fearful thoughts that filled her mind as she did so. He panted, his entire body shaking with the efforts of not lashing out at her. "Scott, this-whatever this is, you can beat it." His jaw clenched at her words, fearing that if she didn't move he would end up doing something he would regret for the rest of his life. 

"Please-" he began, the anger threatening to overtake his body. She shook her head slowly, placing a hand on his cheek. He flinched at her touch, one half of him filling with yet more rage, the other half wanting to wrap her in his arms and never let go. 

"I've had these feelings for you.." She started, trying to keep her tone calm and steady. "I can't- I can't control this," he spat, hot, burning anger pulsing through his veins. "You can. You're strong." She responded, stroking his cheek with the utmost delicacy. "Every time you're in the room, my heart starts racing.. I can't go through a day, an hour, a minute without thinking about you." She continued, smiling softly. "I think- I think I'm in love with you." 

As those words escaped her lips, Y/N knew she'd done it. Confirmed her feelings, accepted the lingering thoughts that had been crossing her mind since she first met Scott Mccall. Him not feeling the same way was a thought that had also interrupted her constant fantasies, and that terrified her, but her feelings for Scott were too strong to ignore now. Even if confirming them meant rejection.

For one silent, beautiful moment, the burning fury in his now orange eyes flickered, replaced with the generous, kind brown ones that she knew so well. For a moment, all she saw was love. "Y/N-" He trailed off, piercing the skin of his hands with his claws in an attempt to escape the clutches of transformation. 

Y/N flung her arms around him and held on tightly, causing the world to stop in the moment. She clutched at the fabric of his collar, hot tears streaming down her face and dripping onto his neck. 

She was scared-terrified, that he would lose it in that moment, that he would be left unable to contain the beast inside. That his claws would sink into her body, drawing blood and all the life inside of her. But she'd said it. She'd accepted she loved him, and how true it was. She loved the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the constant, warm and kind presence that he carried around with him at all times. She loved his laugh, his wide, chocolate brown eyes, his dark hair. She adored every part of him, with all her heart and soul. 

Her heart leapt as his arms wrapped around her waist, his hands making circle motions on her back. Not claws, human fingers. She buried her head in the crook of his neck, sighing like a huge load had been lifted off her shoulders. They stayed in each others arms, surrounded by each others warmth for what felt like eternity, and Y/N knew she'd gladly spend the rest of her days in his arms if given the chance to. 

When they finally broke apart, they were both still so close that their lips could easily touch with the smallest of movements. Scott grinned, cupping her cheek tenderly. 

"Uh, sorry to break the moment and all- but mind helping me up?" 

The both of them were so caught up in the moment of things, they'd almost completely forgotten Scott's best friend stranded on the floor. Scott let out a light chuckle, his cheeks a little pink with shame. "God, sorry." He called out, encouraging a sarcastic snort from Stiles. "Don't worry bro, you were turning into a werewolf-understandable." 

Y/N looked at Scott, her eyes wide in shock. The realization finally dawned on her, leaving her reeling from the actual events. "Wait-you're actually a werewolf?" 

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From that day forward, Y/N became Scott's girlfriend. She tended to be with him when he transformed, but in the rare times she wasn't-the thought of her and what he loved about her; which was everything, grounded him and helped him control his newfound werewolf abilities. 

As for Y/N herself, she still at times had trouble focusing and often received bad grades for her work, but Scott calmed her. She started to become a steadier person, knowing that whenever she fell too far into a problem, she always had someone to pull her back up to the surface. 

An anchor.