Teen Wolf Imagines

No You're Not (P. H)

Yet another threat arose in Beacon Hills, as they do these days. And once again, a pack meeting was in place, not everyone paying attention, for there wasn't much to be done just yet.

Scott sat on the sofa deep in thought, an arm around a bored Kira. Lydia and Malia managed to strike up conversation on the couch next to them, Stiles wondering aimlessly around the loft, fidgeting with anything within his reach. Damn whoever decided to give him coffee.

"Stop. That," Derek growled menacingly, snatching yet another object from his grasp.
"Quit being a sourwolf, I'm booooored," he drawled out, practically bouncing on his toes.

"What about you Satan? Did that paper pull a Tom Riddle and say anything interesting in the last twenty minutes you've been staring at it?" Stiles directed at an unusually quiet Peter.

He looked up from his position, not taking his fists off the table or straightening his posture.  "I'm trying to figure out what we're up against and how to stop it," he calmly responded. Uncharacteristically calmly.

"You meaaan, kill it?" Stiles mocked. Peter looked genuinely shocked. "No, Stiles. I mean stop it. Save it, whatever. Just make sure it doesn't hurt anyone else - , " he drifted off into a thoughtful daze, Stiles and Derek sharing an amused glance laced with mild surprise.

"Looks like someone became a big softie," Derek mused, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows teasingly.

This got Peter to completely sober up. "What? I'm not soft,"  he practically spat out the word, his face taking on a distasteful look.

"Yes you are. Must be that girlfriend of yours. Aaw she turned the big bad wolf into a little pouty teddy bear did she?" Stiles said it as if he were speaking to a baby, batting his eyelashes as Derek fought back a laugh.

"I am NOT pouty. And I'm no teddy bear. I am the most powerful thing in Beacon Hills. I can rip every single one of you apart," his voice began to slowly rise, never changing his position.

" I am the alpha. I have always been the alpha, and I'm ruthless and merciless, people cry at the mention of my name. So if you think that I'd stand here and take your childish taunts, you are very mistaken. For I. Am. Very. Dangerous," his voice grew quite towards the end,everone now staring amused at the former alpha, before the noise of the loft door turned their gaze to the visitor.

A very happy and cheery (y/n) skipped happily into the room, reaching up to plant a gentle kiss on Peter's nose. "No you're not," she happily stated, humming and skipping into the kitchen.

Peter began to stutter, face going red as he ducked his head, letting out a shaky breath and trying but failing miserably to contain his smile.

(y/n) walked back into the living room, munching on a cookie, all heads turned to her except Peter's.

She went to his side and kissed him again on the cheek.

"S-stop it. I have a reputation to maintain," he let out in the softest tone. Looking at (y/n) with all the love he could muster.

Lydia practically squealed with delight. These two are too adorable for their own good.

"Eeew, " Malia managed, pretending to gag. This made (y/n) chuckle, finishing the last bit of cookie before once again kissing his forehead.

"He's right. You are a teddy bear," she said before she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him in a tight embrace.

Everyone burst out laughing at the look on Peter's face, and all he could do was hide his red hot face in the crook of (y/n) 's neck.

This woman would be the death of him....

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