Teen Wolf Imagines

A/N: I know it’s been six months since the announcement of this, and it’s not even really finished, but here it is! Peter needs some love. Thank you for your patience! Any feedback will be appreciated! 

Summary: Reader gets a surprise family visit but is too stressed and tired to deal with them so she visits the one place she can find some peace.

Warnings: reader is female, suggests that reader is skinny, age gap, fluff, anxiety

You tapped your fingers angrily on your leg as you waited for the elevator to stop at the top floor of the apartment building. This was the only place you could think of that would have some peace and quiet.

You had had a long and tiring day at work and when you were finally free to go home and treat yourself to a nice bath, sleep, and relaxation from a hot summer day, you found that you weren’t able to do that either. As soon as you opened your door, you had the delight of learning your family had decided to make a surprise visit. Now, you were excited to see everyone, your mom, dad, and younger sister since you hadn’t seen them since Christmas, but you were just not in the mood to deal with the bombardments that families bring. You lived half way across the country from them so you were bound to be confronted with questions about your life, job, friends, where the towels in your house are. You made up some excuse saying you had plans to go out with a friend already, but to make themselves at home.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to reveal a small hallway with only one door. Your sneakers squeaked on the grey tile floor as you made your way towards the single door. As you walked you let your mind drift to your past with the man who lives here.

You had first moved to Beacon Hills when you started attending the community college in the area. Your family could not for the life of them figure out why you wanted to go to a random school in basically the middle of nowhere. You had never even been to California before and there was no real reason why you should study there, except the fact that you felt drawn there. You had been there for a year when a string of animal attacks started occurring and it just got weirder from there. You never knew why until you met a girl by the name of Lydia Martin. Ever since you were 15, you would have dreams of things about to happen, particularly people’s deaths. You sometimes saw and heard things no one else ever did. It didn’t make sense until Lydia revealed that, like her, you were a banshee.

After meeting her, she introduced you to the rest of her friends that were involved in the supernatural world. You were soon brought in and became apart of the so called pack and in between studying and working a part time job, they taught you all they knew about the supernatural.

Part of that education included the reason behind those animal attacks. Peter Hale. You had obviously met him before and if you didn’t feel intimidated by him before, you sure did then. You understood why everyone told to keep your distance from him. But as time went on and more and more supernatural entities posed a threat to Beacon Hills, you found yourself spending more and more time with the former Alpha. You’d stay after pack meetings at Derek’s loft and watch late night TV shows while Peter read on the couch. After a few nights of this, he joined you in watching. Then you two started conversing more and more and the next thing you knew he was bringing you dinner when you were working late or spending too much time studying. He would sometimes try to help you with homework you didn’t understand. He became a completely different person when he was around you. He even came to your college graduation.

When the Ghost Riders came to town, you were the only one who remembered Peter. While everyone was worried about Stiles, you worried about Peter. Of course you cared about Stiles, but Peter was more important to you. When you heard that Peter was in the hospital you dropped everything and sped down there to see him. The first words out of his mouth were, “I knew you wouldn’t forget me, Sweetheart”. You had given him a small smile. “Never,” you replied. You’d be lying to yourself if you said that you hadn’t developed feelings for him. The thought of losing him forever and being the only one who knew him made you realize how deep those feelings were. But you didn’t say anything.

Now here you were in front of Peter’s door desperate for some time to be able to de-stress. You knocked on the blue door three times and waited. Not even a minute later, Peter opened the door and smiled. “Well, isn’t this a surprise.”

Not in the mood for conversing, even with Peter, you got straight to the point, “Can spend a few hours here so I can get some peace and quiet…and a hot shower?”

Peter scrunched his eyebrows together at your stern tone. “Of course”, he replied softly. “You can use the shower in my room. It’s the best one in the house.”

You gave him a curt nod and slid past him, your shoulder brushed against his. Without saying another word, you walked straight to his bedroom and shut the door.

It was when you started to strip that you realized you forgot to bring extra clothes. Rolling your eyes at yourself trying calm your frustration you stepped into the hot shower. With the heat hitting your muscles, a sigh came out of your mouth as you began to relax. Bathing in Peter’s soap also helped since you’ve always loved the way he smelled. As the frustration left your body, stress started to settle in. Stress about your job and going back home to your family and everything in between. Tears started to fall from your eyes, blending with the water falling from the shower head. You rubbed your eyes violently and took a deep breath trying to calm down. You stepped out of the shower and wrapped a fluffy towel around you as you made your way to the sink where you proceeded to rub the condensation off the mirror and stare at yourself. “Pull yourself together”, you whispered to yourself.

Your words did nothing to stop the tears from spilling from your eyes again. You sniffled and sat down on the toilet seat, burying your head in your hands allowing your wet hair to drip water around you.

There was a knock on the door, “Y/N, sweetheart, are you okay?”

Your head shot up out of your hands. The last thing you needed was for Peter to see you as the mess you are now.

Not answering you sniffled. He called out again, “Y/N?”

“Y-yes!” You called back as your voice broke. “I’m fine!”

There was silence on the other side of the door and for a moment you thought he’d left you alone. Another quiet sob escaped your lips and your head found it’s way back into your hands.

“Are you decent?” Peter asked.

“Am I what?” You croaked.

“Do you have clothes on?”

“I have a towel on?” You statement came out more as a question. The bathroom doors opened and you pressed your hands harder against your face. Peter crouched down in front of your frame and his hands grabbed your wrists, attempting to reveal your face.

“No,” you said, “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

He didn’t move his hands. “Y/N, please.”

After moment you let him move your hands. He brought them down to your lap and grabbed them both with one of his while the other lifted to your cheek to wipe the tears away. “There are those beautiful eyes,” he smiled.

If people saw how you two acted when alone, they’d be convinced you were a couple. But to your dismay, that wasn’t the case.

“Come here.” He said as his hands moved to your shoulders and pulled you down to him. You both fell onto your knees as your arms wrapped around his neck and his wrapped around your middle. One of his hands moved to rub the back of your head. “Tell me what happened,” he whispered.

“It’s stupid,” you told him. You sniffled again.

“Tell me anyways.”

“I had a hard day at work today and I’m stressed about everything that’s going on there.” You adjusted your head so it was laying on his shoulder. “I’m just stressed about everything, every little thing. All I wanted to do was go home and take a bath and get some rest but I couldn’t. As soon as I walked through the door I learned that my family came to surprise me, which is great, but I’m just not in the mood to talk and sit around. I told them I had already made plans with a friend for tonight and then came here so I could escape for some peace.” You ranted.

Peter heard another sniffle come from you and quietly said, “Hey, listen to me. Everything is going to be okay. I know that’s probably the last thing you want to hear, but it’s true. You’re going to get through the hardships at your job and having to deal with your family. As for everything else, I’m here for you if you need me. I’ll always be here.”

You nodded your head and stayed quiet. The both of you stayed in the position for a few moments before you let go and started reaching for your clothes. You looked at Peter waiting for him to leave so you could get dressed.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“I’m waiting for you to leave so I can put my clothes back on.”

“But you wore those here. Have you been wearing them all day?” He tilted his head.

You signed, “Yeah, I’ve been wearing them most of the day. And I forgot to bring an extra change of clothes.”

He took your clothes from your hands and you began to question him. “Wha-“.

“Come over here,” he said as he lead the way back to his room. He opened up one of his dresser drawers and thrusted a shirt in your direction. He opened another one and this time handed you sweatpants this time. “Wear these. I’ll put your clothes in the wash for you.”

You looked down at the clothes that he had given you. “These sweatpants are definitely not going to fit me.”

“They’re the smallest ones I’ve got. You can either take them or wear nothing underneath that shirt, which, for the record, I wouldn’t be opposed to.”

You hugged the clothes to your chest. “No, no. I’ll give them a try. Thank you.”

He have you a wide smile as he left the room with your clothes still in his hands. When you were sure he was gone, you discreetly sniffed the clothes and smiled when you discovered they smelled like Peter. You quickly put the clothes on, pulling up the sweat pants as far as they could go and tugging the shirt as low as it would go in case the pants fell. When you walked out to find Peter, he was in the kitchen putting dishes in the dishwasher.

“Thank you.” I said.

“Anytime.” He smiled. “I’m going to go take my shower now.”

“Ok.” You whispered.

He walked passed and called out as he made his way towards his room, “You look good in my clothes, by the way! You smell good too!”

You felt your face heat up. While Peter was gone, you made yourself comfortable on the couch laying down. Grabbing the remote you flipped through the channels until you found something interesting. You were almost asleep when you heard him come into the living room. You pulled your knees up to make room for him and once he sat down, to your surprise, he grabbed your ankles and put your feet in his lap. He began rubbing his hand up and down your leg, trying to soothe you. Soon you sat up and wrapped your arms around his torso and leaning your head on his shoulder as his arms encircled you. Once again, he brought a hand up to run his fingers through your hair.

“Peter,” you started.

“Hmm?” He hummed back.

“I want you to know how much I appreciate you,” you began. “You’ve done so much for me over the years and I couldn’t tell you thankful I am to have had you. That you were always by my side when I needed you.”

You felt him move his head to look down at you. “What’s got you bringing all this up?”

“I don’t know. I guess it’s just that I’ve never told you thank you before.” You replied.

“You tell me thank you every time I do something for you.”

“No, I know. I just meant that I’ve never thanked you for all that you’ve done as a whole. I’ve never told you how much I appreciate you and need you in my life. How much I-“ you cut yourself off, not daring to say the next words out loud.

Peter smiled as you said all of these things. He never knew you felt this way. He didn’t know how much he had truly effected you. But when you cut yourself off, he couldn’t help but ask, “How much you what?”

“What?” You questioned, pretending to not know what he was talking about. You started getting nervous.

“You were about to say something but you cut yourself off. What were you going to say?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. It doesn’t matter. Well then. I think I’m going to hit the hay for a while.” You pushed yourself out of his arms and stood up. He grabbed your hand to stop you as he stood up too.

“You reek of anxiety. Almost as much as before. What’s wrong?” He said.

“It’s nothing. Really, Peter.” You tried to convince him. It didn’t work.

“You’re lying. Your heartbeat is erratic.” He grabbed your other hand, holding both of yours in his. “Y/N, what were you going to say?”

“Stop listening to my heartbeat. That’s an invasion of privacy.”

“What?” He laughed. “How is that an invasion of privacy?”

“If I were lying to you, which I’m not by the way, I don’t want you to know about it. That’s the point in lying, duh.” You respond. “But you’d have to know I’d have a good reason to lie to you if I were because I don’t like to lie.”

“I’m sorry. I can’t just not hear it when it’s beating that loud and fast. I’m not trying to cross any privacy boundaries.” He replied jokingly. His face then turned back to being serious. “I’m not letting you go until you tell me. You know you can tell me anything. Why would this be any different?”

You stared up into his eyes not breaking eye contact as he didn’t either. You finally sighed and pulled your hands from his and turned around. “I don’t know how to tell you.”

You felt his hand on your shoulder. “Just say it.”

Was this it? Was it finally time for the truth to come out and to tell him how you truly felt? You didn’t want things to change between the two of you if he didn’t feel the same. And why should he? You were young and innocent compared to him. You were just starting out in life after college, why would he want to be involved with someone who still hasn’t figure out their life. Or for another matter, someone who is a harbinger of death….Screw it.

“You remember when the Wild Hunt took you?” You asked.

“Obviously.”

“Right. And how I was the only one who remembered you? I was in such a panic when I found you gone. No trace of you anywhere, not even in people’s memories. Not even here.” You gestured to the penthouse. “I came here almost everyday hoping, praying that something may turn up that would prove I wasn’t crazy. Nothing ever showed itself. I began to think I was crazy.”

You grabbed his hand on your shoulder and turned around to face him. Gripping his hand in both of yours, looking him in the eyes, you continued, “But I knew I wasn’t crazy. I couldn’t be. I remembered you helping me with homework, taking me to dinner during my late nights, making sure I was taking care of myself. And it terrified me. The thought that I was never going to have you in my life again. That I was going to be the only person in the entire world that remembered your existence. And then Malia called me, saying she found you and that you were in the hospital. When I saw you lying in that bed, even though you were in so much pain, I felt such a relief. And it made me realize something.”

“What? What did it make you realize?” He pressed.

“It made me realize that I don’t just appreciate you, it made me realize that I- that I’m in love with you.” You had finally said it. The truth was out and a weight was released off of your shoulders. But Peter stayed quiet, staring at you. You looked down. “I understand if you don’t feel the same. It’s why I didn’t tell you. Why would you love someone like me?”

“No,” he whispered. “The question is why would you love someone like me?”

You stared at him. “Did you not get that from the story I just told you?”

“I meant about my past, Y/N. Nobody in this town likes me, and I understand why. I’m a murderer, I’m not innocent, I’m older than you, and I’m not a good guy, Y/N.” He said.

“I know. And I don’t care, Peter. It’s not my place to judge you for your past. I’m here for the you right here right now.” You told him. “Plus, I’ve always had a thing for bad guys. Especially the older ones.”

“I-,” he stopped himself.

You sighed and looked down at your feet, letting go of his hand. “I understand that you don’t feel the same.”

“It’s not that I don’t feel the same. It’s not that at all. I’ve been in love with you for years. It’s just the fact that I don’t deserve you. You deserve someone so much better than me. You deserve the world.” He said.

“What? You’ve been in love with all this time?” You gasped.

“That’s not the point, Y/N.”

“It may not be your point, but you can’t just say something like that and then expect me to just drop my feelings for you because ‘I deserve better’.” You used finger quotations on the last part. “Would you want to try this? Try giving us a chance?”

“Of course I want to, but I don’t think tha-.”

You gripped his shirt and pulled him down. Your lips crashed onto his. His hands slid around your waist and yours moved around his neck. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss and you tightened your grip around his neck. This kiss was better than you had imagined. You felt as one of his hands slid all the way from your waist to rest on your neck, thumb on your jaw. As he deepened the kiss even more, you thought your knees might give out beneath you. This was definitely better than you had imagined.

Peter pulled away first and stared into your eyes. You wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face into his neck. His arms wrapped around you as he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Come on.” He said. “Let’s go to bed.”

He takes your hand and leads you to his room. You get into bed first and he slides in after you, his arms snaking around you, holding you close. Your back is firm against his front as he kisses your head again, nuzzling his face in your hair. He takes a deep breath in.

“Peter?” You ask.

“Hmm?” He hums.

“Did you- did you purposefully put my clothes in the wash so I would have to wear yours? Possibly because you wanted me to have your scent on me?” You speculate.

He didn’t say anything, but you could feel him smile into your hair. You scoffed as you began to laugh. “I should have known.”

“You wearing my scent tells other wolves back off. I don’t want anyone trying anything.”

“Seems a little possessive don’t you think?” You joke.

“Sweetheart, it’s me we’re talking about. You’re mine now and you know I’m possessive.”

“And I wouldn’t expect anything less of you.”

The conversation dies down after that, leaving the two of you to fall asleep in each other’s arms.

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The next morning, you wake up early and find yourself still in Peter’s arms. You read the clock. 8:34. You close your eyes and snuggle back into Peter wanting to get more sleep. At least, that was before you realized you’ve been out all night and your family is waiting for you at your house.

You shot up, effectively waking Peter up.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“I have to go! I forgot that my family is at my house. They are probably wondering where I am.” You say as you pull the covers back.

“You’re an adult, can’t you do whatever you want without your family having to know?”

You turned to look at him, “You don’t know my family. They’ll be questions and teasing and my younger sister will probably be going through my stuff right now.”

Even though Peter has made such an impact in your life and gotten you where you are, you hadn’t introduced him to your family yet. Mainly because he’s older and you didn’t want your family to get the wrong idea.

“Okay, I understand. But,” he leans over and grabs your waist pulling you to him, “I don’t think a few more minutes will hurt.”