Summary: Isaac helps you deal with stress over exams.
Exams. The single worst thing the Government could have made students do, right after making us wake up so early for school. They’re stressful, scary and make you sleep-deprived. But they do teach you how to survive off energy drinks and cookies for weeks straight, and how to get inventive when cheating.
If you dont ship Draeden, for whatever reason its probably a bullshit reason, like the following :
“She’s a mercenary”
Im legit side eyeing the shit out of you. First off, the same people judging her for her job are the same people who love Black Widow from the Avengers, who does the same damn thing. Second, on several occasions it has been revealed that she gains morals and becomes more of the pack. Third, she murders for the good guys. She’s done nothing but save people so far.
“BUT SHE SAID SHE WOULD KILL SCOTT IF THE MONEY WAS GOOD”
But she hasnt, and most likely wont. Actions speak louder than words.
“BUT DEREK NEEDS TIME TO HEAL”
Um lets be honest if it was Stiles or a white person in general that Derek was being paired with, this wouldnt even be an issue.
“HE’S BEEN HURT SO MANY TIMES AND SHE’S A KILLER! SHE WOULD KILL HIM FOR MONEY TOO”
I cannot stress enough of how she jasnt killed anyone that we love and care about. She’s literally done nothing that wasn’t to help or save the pack. Did yall see her face when Derek was unconsious? Yeah, thats the face of someone who deeply cares for that said person.
“Jeff is just shoving Stalia and Draeden down our throats to dissuade Sterek”
Who ever told yall Sterek was happening? Lol not to be mean but, like it has never been canon so I dont understand. Yes Malia had a poor story line and next to no character development. However she apparently makes Stiles happy, as well as Braeden makes Derek happy and like Tyler Hoechlin said at SDCC when asked about Draeden “If you dont want Derek to find love, than you dont love Derek”
“BRAEDEN’S A PREDATOR ! SHE BASICALLY EYE FUCKED HIM WHILE HE WAS CHAINED UP”
Come on now. Y’all know he eyed her too and some of the same bitches saying this also ship Marrish. Which is literally a man of authority in his mid twenties with a 11th grader.
Bottom line is, Draeden is canon. She obviously makes Derek happy if he’s with her and if you don’t value his happiness than you can have several seats.
-Dayla out .
PS. If you have any other reason you don’t like Braeden/Draeden, please don’t hesitate to slide into my asks and tell me. I’ll hear you out but I’ll probably find a answer for that too.
Braeden and Derek we’re on the couch, sitting in a comfortable silence before Derek’s mind started to wander.
"I think you should stop working in Mexico.“ He said, interlocking their fingers together.
"And why is that?” She looked up at him.
“They almost killed me. Why is this even a question? If someone tried to kill you, I’d kill them. Not fucking work for them.” He said, getting a little upset.
“Why is it such a big deal, the Calaveras and I have an agreement. They don’t touch you or Scott’s pack and I kill anyone else they want dead.” She shrugged her shoulders.
“So that’s it? It doesn’t matter whose life you take, as long as you get paid for it?” He questioned, kind of shocked.
“You knew what I do for a living, when you met me.” She said, releasing her fingers along with releasing herself from his grip.
She got up, and walked the kitchen, searching for something to drink.
“I can take care of you. You know that.”
“I don’t want to be taken care of. I don’t depend on anyone for money.”
“Braeden, money isn’t a problem. Trust me.”
“Stop killing people. We aren’t murde-”
“Oh please. Save the bullshit Derek. Don’t pretend that we’re the same.”
“It’s not bullshit, you kill people for money and it’s fucking disgusting.” He said getting up.
“I’m not quitting.” She said, sipping her glass of wine.
“Wow, I guess I love you more than you love me.” He told her, getting up from the couch.
“You are such a fucking child.” She mumbled.
“And you’re a fucking money hungry bi-”
“DONT YOU DARE.” She yelled.
“YOU DONT OWN ME” Derek yelled back.
“OH GIVE ME A BREAK DEREK. YOU DONT CARE ABOUT ANYONE BUT YOURSELF.” She screamed.
“ME? IM THE SELFISH ONE? OH REALLY?” He questioned.
“YOU KILL TO MAKE MONEY.” He shouted.
“YOU KNEW WHAT THE FUCK YOU WE’RE GETTING INTO WHEN YOU MET ME. YOU MADE YOU BED SO FUCKING LAY IN IT.” She screamed.
It was quiet for about twenty seconds. Twenty seconds of silence, just waiting to be broke.
Braeden looked at her lipstick stained, wine glass and threw it, aiming for Derek's head. Luckily he turned around just in time, catching the glass with his hand.
His eyes flickered to a fiery yellow and he was inches away from her face in the matter of seconds.
“I hate you.” She said coldly.
“I hate you more.” He matched her tone, picking her up by her hips and smashing his lips on hers.
She pushed him off her, breathless from the kiss.
He waited a minute for her next move before she ran towards him and slapped his face.
His eyes turned the fiery yellow again, his heart racing. Derek slammed her against the wall and lifted her thigh, tracing her her exposed waist.
Braeden’s breath hitched when he pressed his forehead to hers. As soon as she thought he had calmed down for her slapping him, he punched the space right next to her face. The hard wall gave in underneath the power of his fist.
“Are we gonna stand here forever or are you gonna fuck me like you hate me?” She gave him a half smirk.
Still pressed against her, he reached down with both hands in between their bodies to grip her shirt. He ripped the clothing apart as if it was nothing.
He proceeded to break her bra in half, immeadiately going to her swollen breasts, sucking the skin roughly.
"Oh you can do better than that.“ She said.
He then ripped her jeans off. Taking his erection out of his pants and pushing her thong to the side.
He entered her and didnt wait for her to adjust. One leg on his shoulder, the other trying to support herself as he thrusted in and out.
"You’re a piece of shit, you know that?” She asked him as he continued to pump.
With those words he completely pulled out of her.
“You bastard.” She punched his chest.
He walked away from her, heading towards the bathroom, taking off his shirt and jeans.
“Derek Hale, if you dont finished what you fucking started.” She followed him.
“So help m-” She started, before he gripped her neck, semi-gently.
“Like I said.” He turned on the shower.
“YOU, dont own me.” He said, emphasizing on the word ‘you’.
“Get in.” He said, motioning to the shower.
She was undecided and almost didnt do it, until he let out a loud growl.
She got in and began pulling her thong down.
“Leave it on.” He demanded.
“Okay.” She said with an attitude.
“Drop the attitude, and it’s sir to you.” He told her.
“Yes sir.” She said, getting in.
He put her hands on the wall and proceeded to eat her out.
“Oh my Go- DEREK.” She said, squirting in his mouth.
“Did I say you could talk?” He asked.
“No.” She said.
“No what?” He asked.
“No sir.” She whined.
He spread her legs and shoved himself inside of her. She screamed as he quickened his pace.
“Cum for me. Now.” He demanded.
“Yes sir.” She moaned.
Once she climaxed, he reached his peak as well and soon came after her.
Once they both calmed down, he turned the shower off and followed her to the bedroom.
“I’m still mad at you." She told him laying down on the bed.
"Same." He smiled, laying down with her and becoming the big spoon.
"I love you though.” She said kissing his lips.
“Same.” He told her.
A/N : Hope you all enjoyed this ! Sorry I kind of suck at smuts, keep the requests coming though, I love feedback btw xx
remember when i said that derek and braeden are gonna be perfect for each other because she’s gonna go on her contracts and he’s gonna stay in beacon hills to protect it alongside scott and it will fit them so well? i so lied. i want them to be inseparable. i want them to always fight together, to always have each other’s back, to sass each other mercilessly while taking out a bad guy after a bad guy. i want them to go to the movies in between the fights and hold hands all the time. i want them to eat out, feeding each other the tastiest bits and have slow, romantic sex in motels of questionable reputation. i want them to train together and pick groceries together and be that glued-at-the-hips couple their friends always roll their eyes about. i want them to defy all the fucking stereotypes about lone wolves and badass girls, to be formidable and cheesy, the best guns for hire––only if the job’s ethical, tho––and the most marshmallow couple you can imagine. i want them to make each other smile every day.
that’s what i want for them. that’s what they deserve.