Teen Wolf Imagines [✔️]

CPM DAY 13-15 | SS & PH

Y/N didn't know that Stiles and Peter don't get along too well

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requested

female gender

Y/F/D = your favorite dish

2nd POV

Y/N pulled on Stiles' arm in a happy fit as they got up to her Dad's house and she advised once more, "Please make sure to watch what you say because this is the first time that you two are meeting and he can be....temperamental."

"Okay, I will do it just for you." 

"Good!" You smiled excitedly at him before knocking on the door.

Peter's eyes landed on you first, as usual, and he pulled you into a hug, "How are you my little munchkin?!"

He was all smiles until his eyes landed on Stiles and his face fell but his expression quickly changed once again as he came to face you, "This is your boyfriend?"

"Yes! Dad this is Stiles and Stiles this is my dad, Peter." Stiles responded with a low 'hi' and Peter gave a tight lipped smile.

"Come on in!" Peter beckoned you two and stepped to the side, "I made Y/F/D for our dinner tonight."

You clasped your hands together, "That sounds so good right now. Is everything ready?"

Peter nodded and you stated, "Great! I'll set up the table."

As you walked away Peter turned to face Stiles, "I can't believe you're with her."

"I can't believe that someone like you is her father."

Peter let out a low growl that you heard, "Is everything okay over there?"

Your worried expression made Stiles speak up, "Everything is fine." Stiles turned to look back at Peter before he walked over to help you.

Peter stood there momentarily to calm down and then he walked over to get out some drinks.

time skip

Everyone had finally sat at the table and a tense silence fell over the conversation a few times whenever you weren't talking and eventually you spoke up about it, "Dad, what's wrong?"

"I don't exactly like that you brought home a wimp."

Stiles squinted his eyes, slightly annoyed, then he turned to look at Peter as you responded, "He's not a wimp."

"He's human, Y/N."

You shrugged your shoulders, "I'm human too so what is that supposed to mean?"

Peter looked up at you, his eyes moved over to Stiles as he continued, "You know how to take care of yourself and I can't depend on this pale, sarcastic, and defenseless wimp to take care of you."

"And you can? All you ever care about is yourself!" Stiles stood up with a scowl on his face as he kept looking at Peter who quickly turned away.

"That was before."

"Before what?!" Stiles questioned.

"Before I met her!" Peter stood and came face to face with Stiles with his fangs extended, "Now sit down before I do something I'll regret later."

Stiles let out a huff but he obliged and took hold of your hand when he sat down, "How long have you two known each other?"

"We met a couple years ago....when I was more me but I've softened up a bit since you've been here."

You turned to look at Stiles, "Why didn't you tell me?" 

"I didn't know until he opened the door."

What he said was true, your last name was your mom's and while the conversations with Stiles mentioned Peter you didn't exactly tell him that he's a Hale.

"So you two were putting on an act instead of just saying something?"

Their lack of response gave you the answer that you needed as you sat back in the chair, staring off trying to remain calm.

Peter gave you a worried expression, "Stay calm, Y/N."

"You saying that doesn't help Dad."

After a few moments you were able to calm down and gave the two something to do, "Well as a start to getting you two to work things out, I want for the both of you to clean the kitchen together and have a nice conversation. Get to know each other a bit more! I'll be in the living room and I better not hear any snarky comments from either one of you." Pushing back the chair, you stood up and gave them a smile that made them a little uncomfortable, "And if either one of you goes against my wishes I'll kill you. Literally."

Your menacing tone made Peter and Stiles looked at each other with shocked expressions but your laughter broke them out of it, "I'm kidding but please just do it for me, okay?"

"Fine." Stiles stood up and started grabbing the dishes, "I wash and you dry, Hale."

"Don't give me orders in my own house."

"Dad." You gave him a look and he stopped his act.

"Alright."

You gave a small smirk, "Thank you."