Teen Wolf Preferences & Imagines

•First Family Dinner•

Scott:
"Are you nervous?" you ask, twisting the key in your car to turn it off.

You turn your head to look at Scott.

He is fidgeting with his hands, which he always does when he's nervous.

You softly take his hand in yours.
"Hey, it's going to be okay. They're going to love you,"
His eyes shimmer as he looks at you and he smiles. "You think so?"
You nod convincingly causing him to grin brightly.
"I think I'm ready."

He unbuckles his seatbelt and places his hand on the handle of the door.

He pauses for a second, then declares, "I forgot something."

"What's tha-" you start, but you are stopped when he swings around and presses his lips onto yours passionately.

He swiftly lifts you up and sits you onto his lap, deeping the kiss as you run your fingers through his dark brown hair.

You start to become oblivious to everything around you, your surroundings fading away and all that matters is you and Scott.

You are so caught up in your make out session that you don't realise somebody is approaching your car.

A loud knocking on the car window makes you and Scott jump ten feet into the air.

You feel your cheeks burn up as you slowly turn your head to come face to face with your father.

He opens the door and extends his hand to Scott.

"Well, you must be Scott,"

Scott shakes his hand as you scramble off Scotts lap and avoid eye contact with your father as you murmur a quick, "Hey Dad."

Dinner is extremely awkward the first twenty minutes.
Your dad stares daggers at Scott and you feel horrible for him as you see how extremely uncomfortable Scott is feeling.

The tension finally breaks when Scott pleadingly addresses your Dad, "I know you don't think I'm a good guy, but I love your daughter, and I intend to treat her as right as possible. Please, give me a chance. I promise I'll make it worth your while."

You sit in shock at his bravery, but have to quietly whisper,

"Scott, you can let go of my hand now. It's starting to go numb."

Stiles:
The telltale ding-dong of the doorbell brings you back to reality from the fictional land you were just reading about in your book.

"I'll get it!" You shout, leaping down the stairs two steps at a time.

Running to the door, you skid to a halt, fixing your hair slightly and then swinging open the door, trying to look as effortless as possible.

You are greeted by a beaming Stiles.
He's sporting a green plaid shirt, jeans and clutching a bright yellow and red flower bunch.

"Hey!" You greet him, stepping aside, "Come on in," you shut the door behind him.

Stiles starts, "These are for your mom. I was going to buy her roses, but I didn't want to seem insulting because roses- roses have thorns! I didn't want her to think I think she is thorny, you know? So I just got these, but they're a little-" you shut him up with a soft kiss.

"They're perfect, Stiles. She'll love them."

You smile, leading him to the dining room.

"Hello, Stiles! It's so nice to finally meet you," Your mom greets him with a hug.

Your dad chirps in "We've heard so much about you! Please, take a seat. How do you feel about curry?"

"Curry? I-I love curry! I love anything. I will eat anything you put on this table. This table. It's a nice table, by the way."