A/N: Here's a wonderful thank you to @BonusPoints for requesting and being so wonderfully patient about waiting for her imagine! Here's to her and here's also to me being better about writing these in the future lol

Prompt: "Could you write a Scott imagine where the reader's family is obsessed with werewolves but the reader is afraid of werewolves???"

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"Your family is obsessed with... Werewolves?" Scott asked slowly, looking into the one girl he'd been majorly crushing on for the past while. Y/n had been in his small trio of friendship for as long as Stiles had been but only recently had he started to pay enough attention to her to actually realize and grow on his feelings for her. With paying closer and closer attention than more he cared to admit, he'd found out that her family had been in the Supernatural business long before he'd even known her. They weren't hunters - not like Allison's family, which is the second reason he ended up just forgetting about her and letting himself like Y/n - but their knowledge was super extensive and crazy accurate. Scott thought for sure he'd hit some kind of luck.

When he and Allison had gone on a few dates, it was just obvious they weren't going to work out. It was nice for both of them, but any girl can tell when a guy likes a different girl, even if the guy hasn't figured it out for himself. Allison had sat him down one day and told him very firmly that he did indeed like Y/n in such a way he really couldn't argue with her. Then she proceeded to explain that Y/n liked him back. Once she started talking he totally believed her. It just fit. It made sense.

Of course, there was still the problem that he was a werewolf and she was a human and he wasn't selfish enough to drag her into his world. She already asked enough questions and it was a miracle they'd been able to keep it all a secret for this long at all. But they had. And even if it meant dropping his relationship with Y/n all together, he would, if it would protect her.

Turns out he wouldn't have to! She already knew! He liked her, she liked him back, and she was already involved with all the supernatural chaos so he wouldn't feel guilty about dragging her into it! What kind of luck was he so suddenly having?

How quickly one's luck runs out.

"I know it's so weird!" Y/n chuckled sheepishly, closing her eyes and smiling embarrassingly. She was so adorable. Scott was seconds away from just, then and there, confessing everything he felt... until she spoke again. "It's so freaky too. Like... I believe in it. I've seen things you'd never believed. But it all gives me the heeby jeebies. From what my parents have dug up, werewolves are super dangerous and honestly I just hope I'll never have to meet one. I couldn't defend myself against it, ya know? It would just kill me..."

Scott deflated, his smile wavering on the brink of sudden death. "I mean..." He took a hard breath in. "I mean they can't all be bad. They're part human too."

"That's the crappy part," Y/n told him grimly. "That's why I'd never be able to bring myself to kill them. That's why my parents don't either. But I'd never trust them either."

Just like that - gone. All of Scott's hopes and excitements and dreams... vanished. How ridiculous to think that he'd ever have any luck with anyone romantically. "Yeah," he half heartedly offered, letting his eyes fall to his feet and his body turn away. "I totally understand."

Honestly, he did. I mean... who could blame her for not trusting a monster?

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Y/n seemed to be the last person on the Earth to have anything to worry about right now. She was all caught up on her school work, but even if she wasn't, it wouldn't matter with her straight A's she so easily kept. Her bed was soft and her room warm and she slept peacefully and completely; a perfect setup for a perfect night's rest. She was also perfectly human with two perfectly human parents that were also peacefully asleep in another part of the house. She had no weird or abnormal worries in even the very back of her mind.

Well, except her fear of the werewolves she completely believed existed. The thing was, she was convinced that wasn't much of a worry at all, since she thought wholeheartedly that there weren't any in her town or anywhere near that would be able to pose any danger.

Funny, how things that seem one way are in reality the complete opposite.

She may have not been worrying about anything at all... but boy she should have been.

Just as she slept so carefully and quietly, someone crept into her room in the same way. Said person came in through her unlocked window, and then stepped silently over to her bed. Just as the sneak went to attack the sleeping girl, Scott busted through the window and jumped on him, tackling him to the ground, fully wolfed out. The two tussled, but the clattering noise awoke the sleeping girl.

Her inner peace shattered as her tired eyes landed on the two wrestling werewolves. Scott was pushed back, the high schooler slamming into Y/n's door. Y/n was silently screaming, her mouth open and her face twisted with terrified horror, but nothing coming out. The unfamiliar werewolf with a face she didn't recognize turned on her, about to approach her. Quick as light, Scott latched onto the intruder and shifted his weight aggressively so they both flew out of the window.

Still coursing with fear, Y/n's subconscious worry about Scott took control. She shot out of bed and rammed into the window, looking over and down to see what was going on. Scott and the wolf were face to face, the attacker weakened severely and Scott poised and growling, claws out and ready. Y/n cried out and both males looked up at her. The attacker huffed and turned, taking off while Scott was distracted.

That left Y/n and Scott to stare at each other. Only two full beats passed before the girl stumbled back from the window, tripping backward into her room as she tried to catch her breath, her chest heaving in desperation. Scott was up and through the window again, normal once more. He tried to approach her but she held a hand up. She couldn't breathe or think and she needed to process before he said anything and overwhelmed her further.

Seeing her slowly fall apart though, Scott didn't wait long to ignore the silent order. He approached her, taking her hands between both of his. He placed her open palm on his chest. "Y/n, look at me," he demanded. "Y/n." The girl looked at him, their eyes locking. His demanding voice softened. "It's still me. That's my heart beat. That's me. I'm me." Her walls fell and her hand moved from his chest to his collar, pulling him close into a hard hug. Scott held her as she hyperventilated.

Her labored breathing got even worse as she started to cry, choking on all the emotion. "He tried to kill me," she finally managed. She needed her friend right now. She'd worry about him being a wolf as well later. "Why did he try to kill me? Or take me? Or whatever the crap had him in here while I was asleep?"

It was a valid question. Scott's eyes closed. "To get to me," he whispered.

"How is me at all getting hurt or disappearing supposed to hurt you? I mean, you're closer to Stiles. Or Allison. You've been dating, right?"

Scott actually managed a weak laugh. Y/n leaned back, unsure as to why he was laughing. The boy moved her hair behind her ear, shaking his head as his face grew serious again. "You're as oblivious as I was," he sighed tiredly. "Allison can most definitely take care of herself, so she's hard to... control. And Stiles is his own level of badass, to the surprise of us all." This made Y/n smile for a second too. Then faces were serious again.

"I still don't understand," Y/n whispered, her eyes closing and her head falling forward.

As a heavy sigh escaped through his nose, Scott caught Y/n's chin and brought her face up, pressing his lips to hers. She went stiff only a split second before she melted into him, kissing him back. His point made Scott leaned back. Both were dazed but there were still stuff to be taken care of so Scott commanded his mind to work. "You are helpless against these monsters you know of and fear but don't know how to handle. These things you don't know are an active threat to you. And if you went missing, I think I would fall off the deep end."

Y/n's eyes closed again, blocking his face from her view so she could process. "There are werewolves in Beacon Hills." She was sorting through information so Scott didn't treat it as a question, holding back an unnecessary response. "You like me, after years of pining over you. You're a werewolf. Because you like me and you're a werewolf and your enemies are also werewolves, I'm in the middle of a pack battle where I'm just... leverage."

Scott kissed her forehead. "I know you're scared," he whispered after a second. She'd started to shake and Scott held her tighter. She pulled out of his arms and he watched her take steps away from him, her hands pushing through her hair. She was battling between her logical fear buzzing n her brain and her love in her heart for the boy shed had feelings for forever- for her best friend. She battled between fear and love, tilting and wobbling but unable to properly choose a side. Pursing his lips, Scott moved to her again. His hands went to her shoulders and she looked up, their gazes locking. "You do not have anything to fear from me," Scott told her very firmly. "I will not hurt you. Ever. For any reason. EVER. I would rather do literally anything else. You do not have to fear me." That sentence was slow enough that every word hit her individually and she melted under his touch.

"I don't fear you," she rasped out. "I fear what you can do. If you lose control."

The puppy-dog boy stepped closer, his arms wrapping around her shoulders. Her arms rose slowly to rest around his waist. "I won't lose control. You're my anchor. Which... I'll explain at another time. The point is, I care about you very much and I will not hurt you. No one in my... pack, will hurt you. Those who try to hurt you will be going through all of us." He leaned back, making sure he saw the sincerity in his eyes as he said these words. "I'll stay here and protect you every single night if I have to."

After a second, Y/n blinked. "What about your mom?"

Scott smiled. She was ever-caring. Of course she would think of that. "I have some friends who are helping me that I trust very much. I had to see to your safety myself. I didn't want anyone else hovering around you. I guess I'm the jealous type." He fought a smile but Y/n full on grinned, highly amused and exhilarated by the idea that Scott really did like her. Really. Finally.

Under his joking and light mood and strength and assurance, Y/n found her fear of werewolves and the fear for her life all melting away. She pulled Scott after her as she crawled in bed, the pair cuddling together snugly. "I'm tired," she whispered when he shot her a look of hesitation. "If you're going to protect me, might as well be warm and comfortable. Get some sleep. If anything happens, you'll wake up." Scott smiled and the two huddled up.

Love won out over fear in the end. And so, Y/n fell asleep in Scott's warmth and presence, his heat on her skin and in her bones and his breath on her skin and his heartbeat in her ears. Scott didn't sleep that night. The fear he refused to let her know he had and her proximity and the feel of her skin against his were all too much and they kept him awake.

Beside that, she had fallen asleep in the arms of the boy she loved. The werewolf boy, whose kind she had so feared but known so much about for so long. Now, in her mind, Scott was one of the good ones. One of the human wolves that she always thought and wondered about. That was enough to comfort her and flare the beginning of a wonderful relationship.

They could talk about everything in the morning. Despite the attack, Scott made her feel safe and she was tired. And for now, that was that.

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A/n: Oof back with the shitty endings. Sorry this took me so long........