Teen Wolf Imagines and Oneshots

Young!Peter x Reader | Kiss me, Asshole.

"What? No way! I'm not asking Derek Hale to the Formal! He's not my type..." You flustered at your friends dare. Derek was know to be every girls/boys type. Even the ones who hated him wanted to pounce him, only if he asked. Which he never did, surprisingly.

"You have to. It's a dare, and if you don't, we'll tell Matt Creeper that you want to go with him instead." You didn't particularly like the nickname they gave Matt, but they weren't wrong. He stalked you was a full month one time. You still couldn't help but shudder when you got within ten feet.

"Okay, fine. I'll ask out the Hale." You grumbled, blushing lightly.

"You better! Tell us when he rejects you." Your friend joked and you rolled your eyes, going back to your meal.

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You couldn't believe you were doing this. A letter of all things. What was this middle school? Then again, you were too shy to ask him in person. You waited by the row of lockers you knew occupied Derek's.

He opened up a locker and shoved in a chemistry book with a sour look, slamming it shut before storming off. He obviously wasn't in a good mood. You snuck over to the locker he slammed shut and slipped your letter inside with a soft sigh, looking around to make sure no one was staring.

Will you go to the Winter Formal with me? If so, pick me up at 6 at (Address). From (Y/N) (L/N).

That's all you wrote. Thinking back, you probably should have added Derek's name.

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If Derek didn't show, you were just going to go solo with your friend, who didn't have a date because their partner couldn't make it due to living across the state.

So when a knock came to you door, you were shocked. Did he actually agree to be your date?

You smoothed down your (f/c) dress/tux, taking a deep breath before you opened the door.

"Peter Hale?!" You gaped.

"Expecting someone else after your adorable letter, sweetums?" Peter chuckled, adjusting the lapels of his jacket.

"Oh, this is a bad dream, isn't it? I've drunk too much (tea/coffee) and suddenly dropped after the high, haven't I?" You rambled in shock. "There is no possible way that Peter Hale, the felon of our school, is at my house. Unless you're here to murder me? Oh god, I gave you my address-" You were cut off by Peter pulling out the letter, with the words 'okay' scribbled below your writing.

"You asked me to take you to the Winter Formal, but I'm guessing you delivered it to the wrong Hale?" Peter hummed knowingly. You deflated, feeling bad that you might have gotten his hopes up.

"Uh, yeah...It was a dare. Ask Derek Hale to the Winter Formal, or my friends would set me up with Matt, my ex-stalker." You shuddered lightly at the memory of the creeper.

"I see. And you got the wrong locker. You really should put a name on letters."

"I see that now." You blushed in embarrassment. "I'm so sorry."

"No worries. You can make it up to me by being my beautiful date." Peter smirked, leaning against the door frame as he stored the letter away in his jacket.

"Pardon?"

"Well, I got my hopes up, (Y/N). You've crushed my poor little soul, so...You'll have to make it up to me." His smirk turned into a grin as he took your hand, pulling you out of the doorway and onto the porch with him. "Come on. Let's go have some fun."