description: Derek comforts the reader after her dog dies warnings: none requested: @fangirl-moment-x
The rain belted down mercifully on you as you made your way to Derek’s loft. The rain was cold but it masked the tears in your eyes. To be frank, you looked a mess. You knocked on the door,praying he was there. You launched yourself into his arms the minute you opened the door. You were a crying mess. “Derek…he’s…he….ju-ju…” you gulped shivering. “Y/N go get some clean,dry clothes out of the closet okay? Then we’ll talk” he said gently gripping your shoulders.
You emerge from the bathroom in one of his shirts and a pair of sweatpants.You still had streaks of mascara down your cheeks even though you had wiped your face. You sat on the couch softly as Derek handed you a hot chocolate. “Mom’s recipe.” he smiled.”Derek…Buddy died. He was ran over.He just died a couple of hours ago.” you cried at the thought of remembering your lab. “I know it sounds ridiculous and a kinda sad but that dog was my best friend.” you chuckled sadly. “ Okay that’s offensive.” Derek laughed throwing his hands up in mock defence. For the first time that day you genuinely smiled. Derek’s arms enveloped you in a warm hug. “I know it hurts. You’ve had had him since you were a kid. You’re allowed be sad. I’m here for you if you need anything.” he muttered. “God he was such a great dog y/n. Remember the time he got in every graduation picture with us because he was so protective of you?” Derek chuckled at the memory. “”Yeah. Remember when he peed on Stiles.” you laughed. “I’ve never seen Stiles so offended. “ You wiped your eyes. “Derek…You should be a professional cuddle buddy” you joked as he pulled you to his side.”You’re my safe haven Sourwolf.” “I’m flattered y/n” Derek smiled “ If you’re you’re looking for a puppy you can have Scott.”
You heard the loft door. Scott and Stiles waltzed in as if on cue. “Guys just kiss already!” Stiles groaned.
Requested by the Anon whose request didn’t show up in my askbox. I’m really sorry that some of your requests aren’t showing, but I’m pretty sure they’re there, the counter shows way more messages than the displayed ones.
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“Why does it have to be me accompanying you? Couldn’t you have picked someone else?” Stiles whined while you held his upper arm with excitement for tonight’s basketball game.
“Oh, shush!” You squeezed his upper arm slightly, your eyes looking up at him with a scowl. “Just because you love lacrosse doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy other sports too. Besides, we’re here to cheer for Derek. It’s been tough for him lately, and basketball seems to make him feel better.” You finally entered the gym, spotting the rest of the pack with two saved stands for you and Stiles. “Oh, and I did invite the rest of the pack.”
You greeted your friends when you sat in your seat and looked at the time on your phone, the game should start in a couple of minutes. Derek was with his team on the court, giving you a small smile that made your hear flutter and your cheeks become rosy. You turned to Stiles and sighed nervously. “I know I said we’re here for Der, but I have no idea how basketball works.”
Stiles stared at you blankly for a moment, before raising his right eyebrow and lowering just as quickly. “Okay, it’s quite simple: you take the ball and try to make a basket.” Your forehead wrinkled at his words, but then he explained it better. “The game begins with one player from either team at center court. A referee will toss the ball up between the two. The player that gets his hands on the ball will tip it to a teammate. This is called a tip-off.”
Derek was preparing with his team to start the game and stood at center court, ready to tip-off, but his gaze turned to you talking with Stiles. You were feeling hot with your jacket on and you hair down, so you removed it while Stiles was still explaining the rules of the game, Derek’s cheeks heating up as he saw you wearing a tight tank top.
“Focus, Hale!” Yelled his coach when he noticed his best player being distracted.
“Okay, so Derek is a center.” You said while pulling back your hair and tying it tightly in a high ponytail, feeling relieved that fresh air was cooling the skin around your neck.
“What the hell, Hale?!” The coach yelled again, angrily, when Derek didn’t tip-off the ball first.
The way your fingers were combing through your locks, pulling up loose strands and the ponytail swaying to the sides… These simple movement gave Derek goosebumps, his eyes entirely captivated by you, making him feel as if everything around him was in slow-motion, but it wasn’t, and he snapped out of his trance when he head his coach whistle at him, shouting for him to start playing instead of slacking off on the court.
Scott smirked and turned to you. “Guess, you make him nervous.”
“What- What do you mean?” You questioned, only to turn your head to Derek and him quickly moving to play the game, but his eyes would find you from time to time.
His team would win this game, and Derek was going to win for you.
Stiles is something – or how agent McCall totally didn’t kill the chemist!
I’ve been saying Stiles is something for ages and I know the entire Meta Pack is with me on this. We’re not entirely sure what yet but I have a suspicion it has to do with belief.
Some have perhaps already seen the promos and previews for next week and knows that Lydia adds Stiles’ name to a list (i suspect the one from her grandma’s code.) That just drives this argument home, and truthfully I didn’t see that until after I had spent a minute shrieking with glee for 10 minutes scaring my coworkers after watching episode 4x08. (Does that make me a BanGlee? Terrible pun I know, moving on).
I know I’ve CSI’d this scene earlier and given a somewhat plausible explanation for which direction the bullet came from and why the bullet didn’t hit Stiles. I still think that could explain – or at least serve as an explanation that Agent can use when writing up his little report - that is what he see and hear him do in the beginning of 4x08. But I don’t think that is what happened and this episode gave us the final proof!
Now, credit must be given where credit is due, because this is a joint meta pack effort and we have spent a lot of time discussing the shooting scene from 4x07 and we found some strange discrepancies.
Let me present them for you.
It is a miracle the bullet didn’t hit stiles. It is possible, but takes a VERY SKILLED MARKSMAN to pull off that shot. And we have no evidence Agent is one. He admits to Scott in 4x08 that he’s only shot and killed someone twice before. Not a lot of experience. The Sheriff probably have more skill than agent McCall. He did shoot the rope holding Deaton remember. AND agent was wearing full hazmat suit which would make it virtually impossible for him to do this with any kind of accuracy. Hardly ideal conditions for a Jack Bauer level shot.
The bullet wound in The chemist’s forehead is dead center, like a third eye. If agent made the shot, we’d think he’d aim more to the side to ensure the bullet had a bigger chance of avoiding Stiles.
The bullet wound does not look like an exit wound. First of all it is very small and second of all it has gun powder residue around it. Look at the black tinges around the wound. Entry wounds has this, not exit wounds!
We see a light go off at the same time as we hear the shot fired (see gif below), but it’s too bright to be from the gun. It lights up the entire room. Stiles is associated with flickering lights…
Look at this gif – we clearly see that the chemist’s head whips backwards, then forwards before he slumps to the floor. That indicates that he’s been hit from Stiles’ side and not the back.
Add to this Stiles’ bewildered comment to agent when he emerges from Coach’s office : “Where did you come from?” If this was the savior with the gun, wouldn’t he be exclaiming “Thank god you came!”
So based on this the meta pack concluded the shot came from Stiles’ side and we believe it was Stiles who caused it. Take a look at the gif again – he does look scared, but not as scared as he should be. He’s concentrating. Using his power, saving himself.
Okay, and now for what we see in 4x08 that I believe supports this theory.
We get a scene with Agent McCall making his report on the incident. We see him removing the bullets from the gun and putting it in a plastic bag.
This is his gun
This looks very much like the same type of gun that Braeden shows Derek later in the episode
Okay, not the best screencap, but we see it’s a similar handgun. And more importantly – she even gives us a lecture on it.
Braeden: You’ll like this one. The legal clip size in California is 10, you always will remember how many shots you’ve fired. Running out of bullets can get you killed.
Thanks for that Braeden. Now let’s go back to Agent McTall (snickers)
If the legal clip size is 10 and he’s fired one shot that leaves…. 9 bullets left. But wait a minute – how many bullets are in that bag? Let’s count them shall we.
Well, i’ll be damned! It’s 10 bullets! Agent McCall didn’t fire any bullets - meaning the bullet that hit the chemist must have come from his own gun - remember it was pointed straight at stiles’ head and he was in front of him. Somehow Stiles has the ability to make the gun turn on it’s master so to speak.
Here’s another shot of the bullets if you want to do your own count
You might think that sounds outrageous, but let me quietly remind you of all the other “impossible” things Stiles has managed. And if we do a rewatch there might even be more!
stiles streched a handful of mountain ash into a line of several meters
stiles managed to hold a paralyzed werewolf afloat in a swimming pool for more than two hours
stiles is shit at lacrosse, but managed to score numerous goals during the final game in s2
stiles managed to hold up a support beam and a shitload of shaky ground with a simple aluminum bat
he managed to overpower ethan - an alpha! - at the creepy motel when he wanted to take a saw to his chest
maybe he even saved cora in the ambulance because he believed he could? it was a werewolf infected by mistletoe and he saved her by giving her the kiss of life…!
Stiles fixed his jeep without having the first clue how to do it
Stiles seem to have extraordinary strength for a human - managed to hold on to the lacrosse stick with one hand while simultaniously studying his crime scene photos - Coach was yanking on the other end using both his hands. And also when holding down the werewolf Brett at Deaton’s he held his own. And also Scott in 3x01 when Derek burned the tattoo…
And now with Stiles added onto a list made by a banshee, i’m thinking things will finally come into light- and yes I use the word light deliberately - He is the light of Beacon Hills according to the MTV Character bio :)
I’d like to revisit a twitterfic I wrote back in May about Moderately Well Off Businessman Derek Hale, who walks by the same set of panhandlers every day because he always gets focused on the stresses of his job and forgets to try a different route.
He’s had a soft heart since he was a kid; he always rescued wounded baby animals in the forest and tried to patch them up, much to his mother’s dismay. So he can’t say NO when the lady on the corner tells him she can’t feed her twelve children and the man next to her hears the exchange, sees Derek pulling out cash, and counters with his fifteen children. It seems like a lot, but Derek came from a pretty big family - all the dozen plus kids constantly running around the Hale property might not have been his mom’s, but they were related to him and a part of his childhood that he misses.
That nostalgia - it’s lonely in the city, so far away from the Hale House in woodsy Beacon Hills - leads him to pull more bills out of his wallet, asking the kids’ names and listening politely to the man’s stories. It also leads to others in the area catching wind of his generosity and taking advantage of it. Some are much younger, so they don’t have kids of their own, but they inevitably have ailing parents or grandparents or aunts, or younger siblings back home who can’t even afford to eat cereal. The mere thought of that twists something up inside of Derek, and he passes over an extra few bills and tells them to buy something sugary and fun, too, like Lucky Charms.
Time passes, and all these devoted, destitute families are steadily draining his pocketbook. To be entirely honest, Derek’s starting to get a little antsy about it, but he can’t stop now…not when they all rely on him, and gosh, he doesn’t lead a terribly lavish life, so he doesn’t really need all this money. It’s what he keeps telling himself every time he hesitates while reaching into his battered old bag, which Laura had given him when he’d moved to the city. “For all your important papers,” she’d said, looking as teary-eyed as his mom, which had made him feel awkward and sad until she’d punched him on the shoulder and everything shifted back to normal.
He talks to her, still; he talks to all his family, and sometimes he wonders why he’s staying here, earning a paycheck he doesn’t care that much about. He doesn’t talk about that during the calls, though, or about the emptiness he has to tamp down each time he hangs up. He’s got a decent life, as things go, and he sees his family on holidays, and so what if he doesn’t really have time to date? He has other interests. There’s no reason for him to feel lonely.
Somebody needs to take this prompt and run with it because I have been stuck with it all day: Older, wiser Derek, who has been put off PDA by various assholes throughout his life as a Gay Man™. Stiles who doesn't give a shit, "It's the 21st century Der, they need to grow the fuck up. Now put your hand in my ass pocket damn it." All the while flipping the bird at anybody who gives them a look. Derek is still shy at first but he gets pretty comfortable with it pretty fast. (Part Uno)
And if Stiles doesn’t give a shit then?!?? The thing is he has been on the receiving end of one too many fists, drinks in his face etcetc. So maybe it’s a little hard to adjust but pretty soon he’s getting handsy everywhere. The pack grumble, obviously, because *werewolf senses* and “Ugh Derek. I do NOT need to sMELL THAT RIGHT NOW.” but secretly they love it too because this new Derek is more affectionate with them too and it’s just the best okay? Happy pack feels through the rooooof!!
This hits one of my all time favourite tropes on the head: shy!Derek and fuck you world!Stiles who will not let anyone give this little butter bean any shit.
You know what I am also here for though? Stiles acting like he doesn’t care, daring anyone to say anything to Derek, but underneath it all is just incredibly insecure, using sarcasm and bravado to hide how insecure he feels. All his life, he’s been second. Second choice, second best…not enough. Then Derek comes along and…he’s shy and sweet and blushes when someone compliments him and Stiles is so far gone it’s not funny but he is still waiting for the other shoe to drop, for Derek to tell him goodbye or tell him their whole relationship has been a joke or a phase.
Just…Stiles who will glare you down if you so much as open your mouth the wrong way around Derek, but Derek who holds Stiles tight at night, telling him how wonderful he is, whispering he’s his first choice.
Derek being wary of taking Stiles’ hand in public but also feeling good when he does because he knows Stiles needs that; that every time he takes Stiles’ hand he is making Stiles feel good about himself, making Stiles feel loved and protected and that - that is maybe why they work. Because Derek is what Stiles needs to feel loved and Stiles is what Derek needs to feel good about who he is.
We all have one person that breaks your heart so badly that you physically can’t move. For me it happened to be my college boyfriend Derek Morgan. We met the first day of our freshman year of college. For a while we were nothing but friends, sure enough it turned into more than that. We saw each other for who we really were, most people don’t even know who they are themselves in college, let along knowing who other people are. We were there for each other after a hard day of training and classes. Little did I know that while he was training to be an FBI agent, he was also planning to break up with me. It wasn’t like I could hate him because his reasons for breaking up with me were valid. He was going off to start the whole FBI process and I was still going to be in school for work that I was nowhere near done with. The thing is, I did hate him but I loved him just the same. Once Derek left I decided that it was my turn, now a lot of people thought that I changed my major because of Derek but I did it for myself. To show myself that I was capable of doing exactly what he did, but a million times better. So here I am, walking into y uncertain boom, facing the guy that ripped my heart out so many years ago. He was my first heart break, not my last but definitely the hardest. When I joined the BAU I got a list of everyone that I would be working with, but they didn’t get to know who the newbie was until I walked in those doors.
“Knock knock” I said as I knocked on the open conference room door where the team that I would be joining were all being briefed on a new case. “Ah, you must be (Y/N) (L/N). I’m Special Agent Aaron Hotchner and this is the team.” He said shaking my hand and then turning so I could get a look at the team and vise versa. “Morgan close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.” A older Italian man, David Rossi, said, making me chuckle because I was the only one who knew the real reason behind his surprise. “You? You changed your major after I left?” Derek boomed making everyone look back and forth between him and I. “Same old Derek just a different haircut.” I said sitting down next to the rather nerdy doctor, Spencer Reid and across from my ex-boyfriend. “Oh I like her. Now how is it you two know each other?” The doctor asked with a sassy smile on his lips, making me sigh a bit and let out a slight chuckle at the same time. “Well, you see, I was Derek’s college girlfriend. He broke up with me for reasons, that were all understandable and logical. Yet, I still hated him so I decided that I wanted to help people and also kick Derek’s ass along the way. So now here I am.” I said making the Doctor turn to me and extend his hand out to me. “I have been waiting, years for someone to come in and sass him just like I do. Welcome to the team.” He said making both Rossi and Hotch chuckle as I shook Spencer’s hand. “Woah woah woah. I have worked with you guys for how long and she strolls in here, bad mouthing me, and you all love her?” Derek asked crossing his arms, making all of us chuckle at his response. “She didn’t bad mouth you. She said you broke up with her for good reasons, so you aren’t a bad guy. She just wants to be better at the job.” Rossi said with a wink to me, making me smile slightly. “Nothing wrong with some friendly competition.” Hotch said trying his best to hide a laugh while Derek just chuckled. “Okay sweetheart, it that’s what you want.” Derek said extending his hand to me from across the table which I took of course. “That’s exactly what I want. I also think that I will be pranking you a lot more since you hated it so much in college.” I said making him groan and throw his head back with a laugh. “My god, now we know why we have no clue about you! Morgan and I go back and forth with pranks all the time and wow does he hate it. We should team up on him, power in numbers does seem to wor-” Spencer began and continued to ramble on but was soon cut off. “Okay Pretty Boy we get it. Back to the case please?” Derek asked making me smile at Spencer and nod, agreeing to his little partner prank. I glanced up at Derek, and we shared a look that we had shared many times before. We knew that with all the teasing, with all the pranks that deep down all those reasons that Derek had for dumping me, were now gone and maybe, just maybe, we could work again.
(A/N): Reader has obvious feelings for their alpha, who has a tendency to show his own emotions in an odd way. While nursing Isaac back to help, Reader will be able to find out the truth about the reasons why Derek acts the way that he does.
“You’re Derek’s beta,” you shout furiously, driving your fist into the worn punching bag. It buckled under your force.
“You do whatever he says,” you yell, sinking your fist into it once again. Your skin nearly broke against the tough leather.
“He controls you, he owns you, ” you growl, hearing the chain of the bag clink together. “You stay behind while Isaac, Boyd and Erica fight the kanima.” You deliver a final blow to the bag before turning away for a drink. The anger still boiled inside of you,. There was no good reason for you to be left behind. You were just as capable, if not more than, those dimwitts Derek insisted to keep around.
“You don’t do everything he says,” Derek announced, suddenly appearing in the doorway and interrupting your thoughts. “I distinctively remembering him telling you to make coffee.”
You shot him a look of annoyance, watching as Boyd and Erica trudge in behind him. In their arms, a semi-conciouss Isaac swung lazily back and forth like a rag doll. He looked pretty terrible, but no one seemed to be too alarmed by this. a
“What in the hell happened?” you exclaim, rushing over to Isaac’s side. His head swung lolled to the side. You couldn’t help but wonder why he hadn’t started the healing process, yet.
“He was thrown from a building,” Erica answered bluntly as she and Boyd flung him onto the worn couch. The springs of the furniture groaned beneath Isaac as his weight rested into its clutches.
“That’s why we’re late,” Boyd explains, stretching his arms above his head. “What time is it anyway?”
“Almost midnight,” you reply, glaring at Derek once again. He remained unfazed by your looks as he strode calmly across the room.
“Shit,” Erica seethed, “My mom wanted me back by 11:00.”
“I gotta get going too,” Boyd agreed. Erica gave you a city nod goodbye before grabbing Boyd’s hand. The door slammed shut as they took their leave. You watched Derek throw a blanket over Isaac carelessly, who remained to be clueless to his surroundings.
“Everything is spinning,” Isaac groaned, pressing his palms to his head. His face contorted painfully, making you feel empathetic towards him.
“Is he concussed?” you ask, taking a step closer towards Isaac. You gently run a hand through his hair, making him relax into your touch. His vulnerable state made you frown. “You concussed him,” you whisper-scream to Derek, still running your hand through Isaac’s soft locks.
“I concussed him?” Derek asked with a smirk. His calm features sent you onto a rampage of pure fury
“If you had back up he probably wouldn’t have gotten hurt and Erica and Boyd would’ve been back to their families at a reasonable hour,” you tell your Alpha angrily. Of course, he still remained unfazed by your statement. You stepped away from the couch, making Isaac whine as the floor boards creaked.
“Scott was supposed to be there,” Derek replied, sinking into the simple wooden chair. The material shifted as he places all of his weight upon it. “Something came up,” he shrugged, looking woefully at the ground.
“I get it,” you sigh, “Scott’s perfect. You wish that he was there.” Derek’s little man-crush or whatever this was made you upset. Why was he so important? What made him so much better than you? It seemed like you were always an after thought for Derek. You were always there, but rarely of any use for him and that made you feel worthless.
Derek remained silent, looking at you with an indescribable look on his face. He sat there staring at you until it made you feel bare. You shifted your weight over to one foot and twiddled with you fingers as you waited for the backlash.
“I couldn’t risk it,” he states calmly. You furrow your eyebrows and tilt your head to the side, like a confused puppy.
“You couldn’t risk what?” you ask, taking a step closer to him.
“Scott is perfect,” Isaac slurred quietly. You shake your head towards him and take another step closer to Derek.
“What couldn’t you risk, Derek?” you ask again, raising your voice.
“I couldn’t risk you getting hurt.” You stared at him blankly. Blinking, you remained otherwise motionless. Derek–who treated you like dirt–cared about you more than his other betas. You watched him sit still as he waited for your answer. “(Y/N)?”
“(Y/N)?” Isaac echoed from the couch. Wow, he must’ve hit his head pretty hard. It was a mystery why he still wasn’t healing from his fateful fall.
“Care to share your thoughts?” Derek asked, ignoring the concussed beta. He raised an eyebrow towards you as you tried to form at least one coherent thought.
“…You’re super hot,” you say without another thought. No matter how true this statement might have been, it probably wasn’t the best start to your confession.
“Okay…” Derek trails off, leaning back in his chair. The expressionless look on his face made your stomach turn as you tried to find a way out of this hole you had dig for yourself.
“Super, super hot,” Isaac grumbles loudly, turning on his side. You probably would’ve giggled at this if it wasn’t for your crippling anxiety taking over.
“Well, that was a terrible start,” you begin pacing across the room, “I’m just extremely attracted to you and I’ve thought about doing so many things to you–”
“I got the point,” Derek chuckles, rising from his seat. You face flushed as you came to realise where your rambalings had left you now. Well, there was no turning back now.
“I just thought that you hated me and that I was completely useless to you. I thought you always left me behind because you thought I was a liability,” You explain, smiling. Derek quickly strode over to you, placing his hands on your hips firmly. He quickly leans in, clearly ready to stop your ramblings.
“Wait,” you place a hand on his chest, ceasing his movements. “Promise me you won’t leave me behind anymore.”
Derek looks deeply into your eyes. You could see the civil war in his head, but you didn’t want to be so helpless anymore. You couldn’t stand to stay at home, while everyone else was out saving the world.
“If you really want to come… I’ll let you,” Derek finally says. He’s very hesitant with his words. You smile, sliding your hands from his chest to the back of his neck. Pulling him in close, you initiate the kiss. His lips roughly meet yours as his arms wrap around your waist.
“I want cereal,” Isaac suddenly demands, putting an end to your steamy kiss. You had nearly forgotten about him, and who knows what else would’ve happened. A loud thud came from the couch, making you pull away from Derek’s grip to check on the commotion. Isaac’s body was sprawled awkwardly on the floor with part of his legs still on the couch. Derek sigh with a smile plastered on his face.
The two of you walk over to Isaac and carefully move him back onto the couch. After tucking Isaac in snuggly, Derek takes your hand and leads you to his bedroom. You change into one of his shirts, loving having the familiar scent of him around you. You quickly crawl under the covers with Derek not far behind. Your bodies merge together, and you instantly fall asleep in his arms.
This pisses me off so much, these so called “security gaurds” think they can beat Skate up cause he was trying to protect a fan? No I don’t think so. this is fucked up they are going to get what’s coming to them. This breaks my heart seeing this happened I hope Skate, Derek, Swazz and Dillon are all okay and I hope the best for all of them.
Scott and Stiles went to Derek and asked him for help after they found the second part of the deadpool list.
“Derek please help us, your name is on it as well.” Scott nearly begged as he talked about the deadpool list. “We can’t do this alone.”
“I don’t care,” he replied cold. “besides I can’t.” Derek looked short to a picture of you and him, which was standing on a small table.
Stiles shook his head, “Derek, we all loved Y/N okay? She was one of my best friends but you’ve to move on. She wouldn’t want you to throw your life away.” Stiles said.
“Yeah? And how am I supposed to do that? Did you ever lose your Anchor? The love of your life? No…? Than shut up.” Derek replied pissed. “Since she’s dead, I’m losing my powers.”
“What do you mean?” Scott asked curious.
Derek turned his eyes and showed that they were yellow. Before you died were they blue. You two had a deep bound, you once were both Alpha’s and each others Anchors. As Derek saved his sister Cora, you helped him and became an Omega with him. You would've done everything for Derek and he for you. Your love were really deep but as you died, Derek died as well.
Lydia came into Derek’s apartment. “She’s not dead,” she said breathless.
“Yet.” Malia completed as she got into the Apartment as well.
“What?” Derek turned to her. “What do you mean?”
“You haven’t lost all of your powers right?” Lydia questioned, “You would’ve if Y/N would be dead but she’s not.”
“Yet.” Malia said again and Lydia gave her little push. “What? It’s the truth.”
“How do you know that she isn’t dead?” Stiles asked and saw Derek’s jumbled look.
“Because I didn’t scream and Derek has still his powers. They were connected, deeper than we could ever Imagine.” She replied.“You both knew each other since you were little, since you parents took care of her as she lost her parents in the car accident.” Lydia said soft to Derek. “You watched over Y/N, protected her.. your whole life-”
Scott completed Lydia’s words, with what Derek told him a long time ago, “Even as you turned her into a Werewolf and knew she could defend herself, you still were overprotective.. because you loved her.”
Stiles walked over to Malia but was looking short to Lydia, “And as you married her, when you were an Alpha, she became one too. You both leaded your Pack, together. Isaac, Erica and Boyd followed both of you.”
“You said it yourself, you were the first couple who had such a bound where another Werewolf became an Alpha too, just by loving each other so deeply that an Alpha-bound arise.” Lydia added.
“Don’t you think, you would be dead by now or something more than just your yellow eyes.. if Y/N would be dead for real?” Malia questioned. “Scott, can’t you find her? You found Liam once.”
“But I growled and Y/N..” Liam replied short to Malia but stopped, he was hurt whenever he thought about that you were dead because you were the one who taught him a lot of how being a werewolf, even when you weren’t his Alpha or any ones Alpha. You were his friend.
“If you’re right he could find her anyways.. I could feel Allison everywhere as she was my Anchor.” Scott said. “What would you do if you were still a Werewolf?” He asked Derek.
Everyone looked to Derek who doesn’t said a word, he was only focused on the picture of you two. As he looked at Liam who still looked sad, his eyes changed their colors from blue into a glowing red. It wasn’t for long but long enough for everyone in this room to see it. Derek took a deep breath and smelled you, felt you and heard you heartbeat so clear as you would standing right next to him.
Stiles said what everyone thought, “What the-”
Derek mumbled, “We’re bound.” his eyes became normal again and he walked over to the door, “I know where Y/N is.” he opened and ran as fast as he could to find you.
amy rose i love your drabbles! could you perhaps write one about derek teaching his daughter werewolf 101?
“Okay, baby,” Derek crouches down beside Matilda, runs a hand down her back. “Focus on what you can smell.”
“Daddy!” Matilda points excitedly to where Stiles is weeding. He is, in actuality, tugging up all the greenery in their border, but Derek’s keeping his mouth shut for fear of having Stiles point out his inability to know the difference between a wool wash and a cotton wash. Not that Stiles complained too much when all of Derek’s tees came out two sizes too small, but he still teases Derek for the accident mercilessly.
Stiles glances up when he hears Mattie shout his name, grins and waves, “Hey princess!”
Mattie waves back, and then looks at Derek expectantly, “Good?”
“Uh huh, but what else?” Derek points at himself, “Can you smell me?”
“Yes! Smell like bacon and daddy and powder.“
In the border, Stiles snickers.
Derek ignores him, “Like you, too?”
"Yes, and I can smell flowers.”
“Good girl! Okay,” he flexes his claws slowly in front of her, smiling fondly when her eyes go huge as she watches. “You remember the other morning when you fell out of bed, and your claws popped out?”
Mattie pouts, still indignant and blaming the incident on her bed being too small, and not the fact she was jumping on it.
OH MY GOD I JUST READ THE KNOTS VERSION OF HOOTERS STEREK PIECE YOU WROTE AND HOLY SHIT I CANT. PERFECTION.
[hot knots: topping to your taste. THIS NOT-SEQUEL IS ALL MEG AND CHARLIE’S FAULT FOR ENABLING ME VIA TWITTER TO CONTINUE THIS CONVERSATION AND THE BEST LINES ARE THEIRS]
“If you order the premium one, just remember it takes twenty minutes.”
“Yeah, the best knots take longer…to rise,” Derek says.
“Okay, so is your knot buttered? I mean, can I butter it myself?” Stiles asks, eyebrows lifting just the slightest.
Derek’s ears goes pink, thinking about that oft-used euphemism for virginity among werewolves. “Um, it comes–” fuck, probably should have used a different word “–unbuttered, you can butter it if you want to,” he says.
“Great,” Stiles says, grinning. “How sticky can you get it, I think I’d like it extra sticky.”
“I’ll make sure to glaze it myself,” Derek says.
“What about mouth feel? Does this knot have a good mouth feel?” Stiles asks, and the other guy at the end of the table groans with exasperation.
“Um, I think that would be specific to each person. Did you want to try the knot before you commit to the order?” Derek asks.
“I can do that?” Stiles says, eyes lighting up.
“Yeah, I can give you a private sample–"
"Stiles, can you stop flirting with our waiter so he can actually go place our food order?!!”
Stiles needs to get away from Beacon Hills after the end of his senior year. Derek offers to let him stay with him in São Paulo, and they finally act on the tension that has always simmered between them.
The thing is, when it’s time to go home- Stiles doesn’t want to leave.
And that was how Stiles Stilinski ended up at a gala on his Friday night, instead of grading his student’s homework with Chinese food and watching International Movies on Netflix. Which, obviously was more preferable than this. Until it wasn’t.
Or the one where Derek is a complete sap and Stiles is okay with it.
Stiles is done. He is sick and tired of being looked over and having arguments with his “best friend.” He needs to leave. Not forever but he needs a break from Beacon Hills. Thank god he was given an offer months ago.