Teen Wolf Imagines

Family (Peter Hale)

Warnings : Triggering content ahead, mentions of a dysfunctional family, anxiety. Please don't read if you are sensitive about this kind of stuff

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"It's going to be okay. They can't possibly be that bad," your boyfriend of nine months comforted you.

The two of you were driving down to see your family. Which, in all honesty, you hadn't wanted to do at all.

But somehow, your mother had a way of guilt tripping you into doing it, making sure to tell you to "bring your boyfriend along!".  You didn't even tell her you were dating someone, but that's how they all were.

Peter put his hand over yours, squeezing it reassuringly.

"You're not doing this alone. I'll be by your side every minute."

You sighed, rubbing a hand over your forehead. "That's exactly what I'm worried about," you muttered.

He raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"They already give me hell when I'm alone with them. I don't want them to make you feel bad or anything," you explained.

He smirked. "You know I rarely care what others think of me. Of us," he kissed the side of your head.

"And plus," his eyes glowed, "anyone gives you a hard time-"

"-No," you said sternly, making you both laugh.

He smiled at successfully lifting your mood.

"See? Everything's going to be okay. I'm just that amazing."

You smiled. You certainly hoped after all these years, maybe things would be different.

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"No," you squeeked as Peter tried nudging you towards the door.

"(y/n), love it's okay. We're already here."

"They don't know that maybe we can leave, can we leave? Cause I really really don't want to do this I'm nervous and I hate it and I just-"

He saw the start of your attack, and put his arms around you, resting his forehead against yours.

"Shhh, little one. If you really don't want to do this, we don't have to."

He waited patiently for you to calm down. He wouldn't push you to do anything you were uncomfortable with.

And now he was curious : what kind of environment had you grown up in to make you react this way? What kind of people were you surrounded by?

And felt his temper rise, but as always, kept it hidden. This was about you.

"C-can we go?" you said, still recovering your breath.

He nodded, kissing you on the forehead before leading you toward the car.

"Ooh there you are!!"

Peter felt the breath knocked out of him as he sensed your emotions of dread and fear.

"Hi mom," you said shyly, half heartidly dragging Peter to the front door.

Embracing her, she took a step back to look at you.

"OH Hon, look at your hair! I thought I told you to change it."

"I like it this way," you said, already sensing the oncoming doom.

"Well I don't. Now you see, your sister wouldve -"

Aaand you blanked out, not listening to a word until the squeeze of Peter's hand brought your attention back.