teen wolf imagines (currently inactive)

autumn leaves [scott mccall]

- note; take a shot every time I say 'leaves' in this. Just kidding but seriously. It's also really short but I kind of like it that way. 

The McCall boy reluctantly shoveled yet more orange leaves onto the growing pile, sighing as he did so. Y/N did the same, a playful smirk on her face as she threw a small pile of leaves at her boyfriend. He screwed up his face, picking out the leaves that stayed attached to his dark hair. "You still haven't told me what we're actually doing this for. I mean, helping out a friend is one thing, but shoveling all the leaves in Stiles' backyard? A bit excessive, Scott." He groaned, leaning casually against the shovel planted into the ground. "I lost a bet." He said simply, looking around quickly as if to spot a smug Stiles.

Y/N rolled her eyes, her expression softening when Scott looked at her innocently. "Sorry I dragged you into this, Y/N." He apologized, starting to shovel even more leaves. She simply shrugged, aiming gathering a pile of leaves in her hands when he wasn't looking. Holding back laughter at his expression, she threw the golden leaves into his face. "Y/N-" He stopped midway through his sentence and playfully pushed his girlfriend into the pile of leaves. She thrashed about, spilling the pile of foliage everywhere. Scott lost his balance and ended up collapsing next to her. The two giggled like over-excited kids, intertwining each other's hands like thread. Scott leaned in closer and started planting soft kisses onto Y/N's forehead, nose, eventually landing on her lips. The two remained in that position for a while, the heat from the kiss warming their cold October weather beaten skin. "D'you think Stiles will mind?" Y/N whispered, a smile prominent on her face. Scott opened his mouth to respond, quickly interrupted as the boy himself appeared in front of them. "Oh, that you're casually making out in the pile of leaves that you needed to shovel? Nah, I don't mind at all." He told them sarcastically, the sparkle in his hazel eyes giving away his pissed off demeanor.

Scott planted one last quick kiss onto Y/N's lips, taking her hand as they stood up. "I guess you can't trust me to finish one bet, then." He told Stiles, grinning the whole time. He shot Y/N a quick wink, to which the girl smirked and leant against his shoulder. Stiles wrinkled his nose in mock disgust. "Oh god, get a room. Please. I'll shovel the leaves, but please just stop displaying your gross PDA." He exclaimed. "That's all you had to say, Stiles."