Request: TW imagine the reader is Stiles sister and she invites Aiden over to meet her dad and her dad doesn't like Aiden because of his past and that he's killed pple and the reader snaps at him saying like he doesn't know any better and he wants to have a new better life then the one he had b4 and a different life style of change for him and his brother and stuff and her anxiety spikes.
Warning(s): anxiety attack
A/N: I have not written in forever, I know, but this lovely person sent in a ton of requests so I felt bad for not writing a single one. So here is one of them, I hope you enjoy it, darling<3
She had been anxious all day. Her brother, Stiles, had asked her if everything was alright at least once an hour. Every time she had just nodded and given him a weak smile. After all Stiles knew what was going on today. When the doorbell rang,
Y/n was already halfway down the stair, sprinting the last part to get to the door before her dad did.
«Hi.» Aiden stood outside, hands in his pockets and visibly nervous.
«Hi.» Y/n smiled back, inviting him in.
As she closed the door, Stiles came down the stair, giving you a thumbs up and a quick «good luck» before he was out the door. He would be to no help in what follows.
«Dad?» She shouted, hearing her dad reply with an «in here» from the kitchen.
«Dad, there is someone here I want you to meet.» She said as she entered the kitchen, her hand clutching Aiden’s.
«Who-« Her dad stopped mid-sentence as he noticed who was standing together with his daughter in the middle of his kitchen. «
Y/n, what is this supposed to mean?» He asked, eyes glancing down at their intertwined hands.
«Dad, I want to introduce you to my boyfriend, Aiden.» Y/n almost held her breath as she waited for her father’s reaction, thankfully Aiden gave her hand a squeeze when he noticed she wasn’t breathing. Her father was silent for a moment before he took a deep breath.
«You’re together with a killer?» He asked calmly, not even glancing at Aiden as he said so. She could tell he was trying his hardest to control himself, although by doing so he seemed a lot angrier than what he really was.
«He may be a killer, dad, but he’s changed! He’s in Scott’s pack now and you know what that means. He’s cleaned up his act. Both he and his brother has.» She shot back.
«Cleaned up his act you say. Once a killer, always a killer.» Her dad finally took a look at Aiden, who had let go of your hand and was staring shamefully at the floor.
«I wish you weren’t so damn narrow in your ways dad. Why can’t you be happy for me for once? Aiden is a good guy and he treats me better than anyone.» Y/n screamed back, her breath quickening.
Her hands were beginning to shake, every little injustice she had ever felt rushing around in her head, making everything foggy. Aiden looked up at Y/n’s change in mood, catching her just in time as her knees buckled under her. She wasn’t able to keep focus, her chest tightening, as if she was unable to breath.
«Hey, Y/n look at me.» Aiden tried to get her to look at him while her father stood helplessly behind.
Stiles were usually the one most helpful in these situations and it had happened once before.
The same happened then, her father frozen in place, not knowing what to do to help. Finally Y/n’s eyes locked with Aiden’s.
«Breath with me, okay.» Aiden began slowly breathing in and out, keeping Y/n’s eyes locked with his as he did so. After a while Y/n calmed down, collapsing into Aiden’s arms as their gaze broke.
Slowly she looked up at her father, who stood there with a guilty look on his face, meeting her eyes immediately.
«I guess he’s not so bad.» He whispered, before leaving the kitchen.
