Teen Wolf Preferences

Meeting The Parents

Scott: "Mama McCall's home!" You hear Scott's mum yell from downstairs and you and Scott freeze in place. The two of you had been having a hot make-out session which had clearly been cut short. You throw on your top and Scott pulls on his skinny jeans.

"Y/N she's coming upstairs." Scott says, panic evident in his voice. Although you couldn't hear her, Scott could due to his wolf senses, and you were worried...Mrs. McCall didn't know that you were dating Scott yet,

"Just sit on my bed and talk." Scott says quickly and you both jump back on his bed, talking randomly.

Scott's mum enters through the door and stops. She looks between the two of you and then she smiles, as if expecting to see the two of you together.

"Oh Scott! Who's this?" She laughs and Scott looks at you and smiles,

"This is Y/N, mum. And I may or may not be dating her..." He smirks at you and you look at his smiling mum,

"Hey Mrs. McCall." You say sheepishly and Scott grabs your hand reassuringly,

"Oh please Y/N, call me Mama McCall or Melissa!"

Stiles: You pull over and roll down your window as your knuckles turn white from worry.

"Do you know how fast you were driving, young lady?" A man's voice asks and you shake your head violently as you look up at the guy. He must be in his forties - to say the least.

"No, no Sir. Sorry; I was just in a rush. Sorry Sheriff..." you read the name tag on the Sherrif's badge and curse. You run a shaky hand through your hair and slam your head against the head rest on your chair, "God dammit!"

"What? What's wrong, Miss?" Sheriff Stilinski asks, midway through writing you a ticket.

"I'm dating your son." You say, feeling like you've got the worst luck in the world.

"You're dating Stiles? My little delinquent? What's your name?" The Sheriff asks; his eyes wide, and you hear him mutter, "two delinquents together...great."

"Y/N, and yes I'm dating Stiles, your son. I was just on my way to see him when you stopped me." You reply,

"Oh my God, Stiles will kill me if you're late. I'm so sorry Y/N, go ahead." He nods at you and you understand what he means; Stiles will go out of his mind, worrying why you're late.

"Uhh, thanks Sheriff."

Jackson: "Y/N, you are not talking to my parents. You are not meeting them okay? You'll hate them. Hell, I hate them." Jackson says bluntly and you pull a face,

"Oh please, they see me in your house everyday! Can't I say hi?"

"No." Jackson instantly says, planting you back down on his lap,

"Jacksooooon." You whine like a little girl and stand back up, walking over to the door.

Just as you do, a knock comes from the door and Jackson's mum yells if you two want pizza tonight. Before Jackson can yell an answer back to her, you open the door to see a very shocked woman. You smile at her and she smiles back,

"Hey Mrs W. We'd love to have pizza tonight, thank you!" You beam at her and she laughs,

"Hi Y/N, okay thanks. I'll go order it now for you love birds!" Before she walks off she ruffles your hair a tad - a rather motherly thing to do - and then Jackson pulls you back into his room, pulling he door closed behind him. Jackson gives you a glare but you kiss him and say, "Your mum is so nice!"

He just scoffs and kisses you back.

Derek: He kisses you roughly on the mouth, his stubble rubbing against your skin, and you pull him closer to you. The two of you are on a couch in the old Hale house because it's the only place that you two can really be alone. In Derek's new place there is always some Supernatural thing lodging there.

"I love you." Derek mumbles against your lips. You're about to reply, when a deep chuckle rings out from behind you and you instantly clamber off Derek's lap.

"Oh my god, is he your dad?" You whisper to Derek,

"No! I'm his uncle, actually." The guy chuckles again and you relax a little - glad that it isn't Derek's long lost father or something. You notice the tension between Derek and his uncle and you notice how they're glaring at each other.

"Peter, get your wolf ass out of here." Derek growls and, unsurprisingly, Peter laughs again.

"Oh no, little nephew, I just heard you say the L word...we need to chat. You can't fall for a human. Especially a weak one."

"Shut up Peter, she's stronger than you think. As am I."

Your head turns left to right, as if you were watching a tennis match, as you listen go the two of them arguing and retaliating against one another. It's infuriating and has definitely killed the mood, so you can't help but intervene,

"Peter, hey I'm Y/N. And I don't see why it's such a big deal that Derek said he loves me; he has feelings, you know! He may not show them to you because you seem like a pretty big asshole from what I can infer, but he definitely shows them to me. Now: please leave." You rant at him and you feel Derek interlock his hand with yours,

"I couldn't of put it better myself."

Isaac: "You like lacrosse huh?" The man you're sat next to asks you and you shrug, not really listening to him. The lacrosse game was only half way through and Beacon Hills are whopping ass, so to speak.

"Hey, you like lacrosse?" The man says a little more forcefully and you turn to him,

"Yes. Sorry I wasn't listening, I'm trying to watch my boyfriend play!" You practically yell at the old man, he won't shut up.

"Which number's he?" He asks,

"14, Lahey." You say without thinking and then feel like you need to ask him who he's here for, just out of politeness, "Who's your kid?"

"14, Lahey." The man says, mirroring your words, and you nearly choke on air. OH GOD DAMMIT, HOLY SHIT.

"Oh." Is all you manage to say and Mr Lahey chuckles at your shock. You expect him to stay for the rest of the game, but when you hear him boo when Isacc falls over and then leaves, you figure Mr Lahey may not be the best father in Beacon Hills. You promise yourself that you'll look after Isaac way better than his dad does.