'Teen Wolf' Imagines

We'll Work On That (Scott x Reader)

All of my life I felt so different and so out of place with my parents. Don't get me wrong; they're great. They love me unconditionally and are very supportive of my goals and dreams.

On the night of my 17th birthday, something happened that we didn't understand; I shifted into a werecougar. I was lucky I didn't hurt them or anyone else.

It was that night my parents told me I was adopted and maybe me being a werecougar had something to do with my birth parents. They thought finding my birthparents would get me some answers.

It's been two months since my parents found out my birthparents were from Beacon Hills and moved across the country. When I started at Beacon Hills High School, I immediately became friends with Scott and his pack, who all happened to be like me. Well some of them. Things started to make more sense when I realized there were kids my age who were dealing with the same thing.

Within a week, I asked them if maybe they knew my birth father, Peter Hale. With their eyes wide and their jaws hanging, I knew they knew exactly who my father was. In that moment, I found out Malia was my half sister. She didn't even give me the chance to get to know her. Instead, she stopped talking to me and avoided me anytime we crossed in each other's path, even though we were in the same pack. We only worked together when it involved the pack, but even then she often wondered off with her boyfriend, Stiles, instead of teaming up with me.

Scott was so comforting and supportive through everything I was going through, emotionally and physically. Somewhere in between, he became my best friend and boyfriend. He knew how important it was to find out who my birthparents were and getting to know my half sister. It was all I could think about. He wanted to take me out on a date and get my mind off of it for a little bit.

Walking on the sidewalk from my house to the school just two blocks down the street, Scott was taking me to the basketball game tonight. He knew how much I love the game. He also knew I wouldn't run into Malia and the game would distract me from everything. Except, it wasn't working. All I could think about was Peter and Malia, and Scott could sense it.

"So..." Scott reached in for my hand and intertwined his fingers with mine, instantly making me blush at the small sweet gesture. "How are things going with Peter and Malia?"

"It's harder than I thought it would be." I let out a deep frustrated sigh. "I mean I find out my birth father is a psycho-"

"He's not..." Scott hesitated, searching for his next words. "Exactly a psycho," Scott finished, with a small wince on his face realizing his wrong choice of words.

I stopped in my tracks and raised my eyebrow at Scott as I bit my lip. "He's not exactly a giant teddy bear, Scotty."

Scott smiled at his nickname, which I knew he loved because he had mentioned no one had ever given him a nickname before. "True, but-"

"The truth is," I interrupted him this time as we continued to walk towards the high school. "He's not what I expected, a werewolf who has killed innocent people before. That doesn't exactly scream 'Father of the Year', ya know?"

"Yeah, I know. I just wish I had something better to say about him for you, but the truth is I don't."

"I know and I appreciate it." I nodded, fully understanding where Scott was coming from. "All I ever wanted was some answers about my birthparents and my parents were so awesome and so supportive about moving over here just to find the answers I've been looking for my entire life. And I did... My birth mother is dead. I can't get answers from Peter, because he's locked up in Eichen House for being Peter. And I have a half-sister, who won't even look my way, let alone talk to me." I rambled all in one breath.