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Almost died of worrying
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*Your POV*
After getting an almost unintelligible phone call from your heart-broken best friend, you found yourself walking to her house with a bag of sweets, films, chocolate, blankets, ice cream and other junk food.
When you arrived, you reached under the doormat and picked up the spare key. Unlocking the door, you stepped inside.
“(Y/B/F/N)?” You called out. You hear a muffled noise coming from upstairs. Bringing your bag with you, you make your way up to your friend’s room. You push the door open and find her lying face-down on her bed. You drop you bag to the floor and sit down on the bed next to her. When you do this, she sits up and you see the makeup running down her face.
You pulled her in for a hug, rubbing her back and quietly muttering words of comfort. After a few minutes of doing this, you pulled back and reach into your bag, pulling out her favourite film and a tub of ice cream. She smiled weakly at you and lay down on the bed as you put in the DVD.
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*3rd person POV*
After recent threats from various assassins regarding the Dead Pool, the pack were on high alert. Any time anyone went anywhere, at least one other member of the pack went with them and the other members of the pack knew about it, in case they were missing.
So, when Y/N hadn’t turned up at the pack meeting, after half an hour the pack were immediately assuming the worst and panicking.
“Why isn’t she answering her phone?” Stiles asked, biting his nails as Scott tried again in vain to get in contact with her.
“It’s ok guys, she’s probably just busy, that’s all.” Lydia suggested, trying to reassure herself more than anyone else.
After 5 more minutes of waiting, Stiles stood up and went over to the door and flung it open, receiving a few startled and questioning looks from the rest of the pack.
“I’m gonna go and see it she’s at home.” Stiles explained, as if he was talking to babies. Scott stood up and joined him, and together they quickly made their way to Y/N’s house.
After knocking repeatedly on the door, they were greeted by Y/N’s slightly disgruntled mother.
“Hello boys,” she said, “can I help?”
“We were just wondering if Y/N’s home.” Scott asked, flashing a smile.
“No, she left about half an hour ago. She ran out, saying it was very important and she would see me later. Sorry boys.” Your mum replied, causing Scott and Stiles’ faces to drop.
Scott forced a smile. “That’s fine, thank you.” The door shut and the boys looked at each other with worried expressions on their faces. When they got back to the others, they shook their heads. This made their nervousness increase, an atmosphere of sadness and worry creating a sad silence.
One by one, the pack slowly fell asleep, fear of what could have happened to Y/N present on all of their minds.
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*Your POV*
You looked over at your friend, to find her asleep on her bed. You smiled gently, slowly gathering your belongings and quietly exiting the room, shutting the door behind you. You let yourself out of the front door, and started walking home. As you walked past Scott’s house, you realised that there had been a pack meeting that you had missed that afternoon. You looked through the window and saw the pack all asleep in various places in the living room.
You decided to let them know you were ok, so you went up to the door and rung the doorbell. After a few moments, it opened to reveal a sleepy Scott rubbing his eyes. When he moved his hands away and looked at you, a mixture of surprise and happiness appeared on his face, as he pulled you in for a hug, catching you off guard. When he finally let go of you, he looked at your bag with a questioning look.
“Where were you Y/N? We were so worried!”
“I was looking after Y/BFF/N, she just went through a really bad breakup and needed help.” You explained. A look of relief spread across his face.
“We all thought something bad had happened to you. You weren’t picking up your phone.”
“I dropped it in a puddle a few days ago and it short-circuited or something, so my mum took it to be repaired today. Anyway, I’m fine, so it’s all ok.” You smiled. Scott let out a gentle sigh and nodding his head.
“Let’s wake the others, they’re all still here.” A mischievous smile spread across your face.
“Scott? Do you still have that air horn from April Fools?”
“Yeah, why?” He asked, looking confused.
“I think these guys need a little ‘help’ getting up.” Scott laughed slightly.
“You never change.” He muttered, running up to his room and grabbing the air horn, returning moments later, holding the horn out to you. You put your bag down gently and tiptoed into the living room. You held out the air horn with one hand, covering your closest ear with the other, before squeezing it, causing a loud screeching noise to erupt from it, jolting everyone awake.
“JESUS!” Stiles exclaimed, shooting up from the seat.
You laughed. “Nope, just me!” Hearing your voice demolished any remaining sleepiness as a happy and relieved look crossed everyone’s faces. Well, almost everyone’s face. Stiles was the exception, a glare appearing on his face as he picked up the closest thing to him, which happened to be the TV remote, and threw it at you. You ducked right before it would have hit you and turned to Stiles in shock.
“What the hell Stiles?!”
“Do you have any idea the amount of stress you caused young lady?” Stiles sassed with a hand on his hip. “I almost died from worrying!” You, along with the rest of the pack started at him in amusement.
“I don’t think you can actually die from worrying, but whatever you say Stiles.” You laughed.
“I’m very good at doing things that other people can’t. It’s a talent.” Stiles joked, a smile on his face.
“That’s true. Well, I’m gonna head home now so that I can get some sleep before the chemistry test tomorrow.” You announced, heading towards the door.
“Wait, we have a chemistry test tomorrow?” Stiles asked in horror. You laughed and went towards the door.
“See you tomorrow!” You said and left. As you went past, you looked through the window to see Stiles banging his head on the wall and the others laughing at him.
Christmas baking
Christmas imagine #1 - baking with the pack
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*Your POV*
Everyone in the pack knew you had amazing baking skills, so it was no surprise when they all turned up at your house to do Christmas baking with your help.
The first struggle was designating the roles to each person. There was a lot of arguing and “but I want to do the mixing!” “Well Y/N said you're doing the rolling so get over it”. Eventually you managed to get them sorted out with Scott and Lydia doing the weighing/measuring, Kira and Malia doing the mixing, Stiles doing the rolling and cutting, Liam on oven duty and you on supervision.
You found a Christmas cookie recipe in a cookbook on the shelf and everyone agreed to make them. Since there was seven of you, you had to change the amount of each ingredient you needed. Luckily, Lydia and Stiles figured it out in about a minute and Lydia and Scott started measuring out the ingredients, passing them to Kira and Malia. You quickly got Liam to preheat the oven before you started instructing Kira and Malia on which things to mix with which and how to mix them. You gave Stiles the cookie cutters and the rolling pin and a pot of flour to spread on the counter and the rolling pin. You found a baking tray and baking paper and lined the tray, ready for the cookies.
Ten stressful and messy minutes later, the cookies were ready to go in to the oven and the oven door closed with a slam. You glanced around the room and saw the mess that had been made.
You sighed, “This is going to be fun to clean up.” The rest of the pack looked around, only just noticing their surroundings.
“Ok, here's how we’re going to do it. Liam and Kira, you're on washing duty. Stiles and Malia, you're on drying and Scott, you're on putting away. Everyone got it?” There were nods and murmurs of agreement in response and everyone set to work. After a couple of minutes everyone found a good system that made the washing up go faster and it was finished within five minutes.
You glanced at the timer and saw that it still had a couple of minutes to go. An idea popped in to your head. “Who wants hot chocolate with marshmallows?” There was a chorus of “Me!” and excited teenagers. You told them all to go in to the lounge except for Liam who stayed and helped you with the hot chocolates. When they were ready the others came racing in, grabbing at the drinks. There was a happy sigh from everyone as the warm liquid touched their lips and there was a comfortable silence as everyone drank happily.
It was disturbed by a loud ringing sound from the timer signalling that the cookies were ready. You got your oven gloves and opened the over door, pulling out the tray and putting it on the counter. The smell of cinnamon and other spices wafted through the air as you transferred the cookies on to a cooling rack. Lydia picked up one of the cookies, blew on it gently to cool it down and took a bite out of it. Everyone watched in suspense as she chewed it before a grin spread across her face.
“They're really good!” She remarked, taking another bite. This made everyone grab a cookie and try one for themselves, noises of approval sounding from them all.
“Merry nearly Christmas guys.” You laughed and got happy grins in response as the pack munched on cookies and drank hot chocolate.