erica-may

I want more fics where Stiles is unaffected by Derek’s hotness. Like, real people interact with attractive ppl every day without making a fool of themselves or drooling or doing stupid things. Instead of Stiles being dumb, unable to talk, or immediately falling in love with Derek, I want him to look at Derek, think “wow that guy’s hot,” and then immediately go “that dude is out of my league so moving on.” So, Stiles just treats Derek like he does everyone else.

Derek is really really into Stiles. So, he does everything he can to impress Stiles. He wears tight jeans, tank tops, works out with Scott and Danny in front of him, and takes off his shirt and walks around him front of him. Except…nothing works. Derek never has trouble getting people he wants. He knows he’s hot, and so he works that. Except it’s not working on Stiles.

And Derek is really really confused. Whenever he takes off his shirt or wears his best ass-hugging jeans, Stiles notices, sure. But so does Allison, who’s basically married to Scott, and Lydia, who Derek has overheard screwing Jackson too many times to count for the past couple years. Kira blushes, and Erica - well, Erica may be engaged to Boyd, but she never misses an opportunity to put her hands all over Derek’s sweaty abs and pecs. Danny always fucks him with his eyes, and Parrish stares a little too long, his cheeks a little too pink, and Derek thinks maybe he should hook up with Parrish again just to appease his bruised ego. Because Stiles looks, but then he stops looking because apparently it doesn’t impress him.

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Questa lettera è per te, la ragazza che, ogni volta che soffriva, era solita tenersi tutto dentro. Quella che si faceva divorare dal dolore, dal peso delle parole non dette. Quella che non ha mai versato una lacrima in pubblico per non farsi vedere debole. Per non sentirsi tale. La ragazza che ha stretto forte i denti e tenuto duro, quella che ha ricacciato le lacrime sul treno per tornare a casa dopo uno di quegli addii che ti spezzano in due. La ragazza che ha cominciato a piangere solo una volta che il mondo ha cominciato a tacere. La ragazza che ogni sera si metteva sotto le coperte e si nascondeva perché solo lì poteva sentirsi al sicuro. Se anche tu sei stata questa ragazza, questa lettera è per te

Questa lettera è per te perché sei stata forte. Sei stata coraggiosa. Sei stata capace di svegliarti ogni mattina e prendere in mano la tua vita. Non hai permesso ad un ragazzo, ad un’amica gelosa o ad un professore stronzo di buttarti giù. Sei stata resistente in un mondo biodegradabile. Non ti sei lasciata distruggere.

Voglio ricordarti che andrà meglio. Dopo tutti i fallimenti, gli abbandoni e la solitudine. So cosa vuol dire non sentirsi capiti. Essere dall’altro lato.

Sei dal lato difficile della vita. Ci sei capitata, non è colpa tua.

Ti chiedo solo una cosa: fai una promessa a te stessa. Promettiti amore. Non la passione di un partner, l’affetto di un familiare o l’accettazione da parte dei tuoi coetanei. Prometti di amarti, di volerti bene.

Non sei un disastro. Sei un miracolo.

Non darti per scontata, mai.

—  Erica Isotta.
Io qui, tu lì.
Viviamo una vita parallela.
Ci svegliamo in letti diversi,
sempre con un lato un po’ più freddo,
sempre con un paio d'occhi
in meno da guardare.
Un caffè al volo quando va male
o una tazza di latte con due biscotti da bagnare.
Viviamo in parallelo,
tra una giornata di pioggia ed una di sole.
Diversamente, allegramente, pesantemente
ma viviamo e sudiamo questa vita
che a volte abbracciamo
per farla sembrare meno dura,
altre, la prendiamo a calci
per le tante prove che ti chiede di superare.
Viviamo una vita parallela tra alti e bassi,
tra fregature e arrabbiature,
tra sorrisi capovolti e risate fragorose,
tra amicizie e passeggiate,
tra un cinema ed un piatto
di spaghetti al pomodoro fresco.
Viviamo bene nonostante la mancanza,
nonostante la distanza, nonostante.
Viviamo parallelamente tutto questo ed altro,
ma l'amore,
l'amore che abbiamo incollato addosso,
di incontrarsi, non ha smesso mai.
—  Erica S.

Non ho mai detto di mollare le amicizie e lo sai.. e sai anche a quante cose ho rinunciato per te per il bene della nostra relazione.. non ti ho mai rinfacciato il fatto che tu vada a studiare da angela o erica.. mai.. e non mi ha mai causato problemi.. ti dicevo sempre di non stare a farti mille foto.. solo questo

Você vai lembrar dela. Vai sim. Não hoje, não amanhã, mas vai. Passará algum tempo, diria até um longo tempo. Sua vida estará quase toda feita. Mas você vai lembrar, quando deitar a noite e pensar que poderia ter uma pessoa que te ama ao seu lado pra deitar na mesma cama que a sua. Você vai lembrar que tinha um alguém que estaria do seu lado em qualquer dificuldade que aparecesse. E mesmo que tenha um outro alguém, você passará por bons momentos, mas lembrará dela e saberá que não são melhores momentos apenas por não ser com ela. Você vai lembrar, e vai perceber que poderá ser feliz o quanto for em sua vida, mas que se fosse com ela, seria muito mais.


Autoria 🔜 Erica Pereira

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Jealousy is an ugly thing

Tittle: Jealousy is an ugly thing

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Rating: PG

Warning: swearing

Requested: Yes

A/n: if you want this with smut let meh know  



  “You are making me go to this damn party because?” I sighed, wrinkling my nose as I tried to wiggle into the little black dress I was determined to wear tonight. Tonight was a big pack party Lidia was making everyone attend. Normally I was all for parties but since Erica was going to be there I wanted to be anywhere but at the party. I hated the girl. She may have never done anything to me, but there was just something about her that I didn’t like.

  “Because we don’t have a say in the matter, Lidia is forcing all of us to attend.” Derek chuckled from the bathroom, his words earning a growl from me.

  “Your the damn alpha can’t you miss it?”

  “That would set a great example for the rest of the pack.” Derek chuckled, popping his head around the doorway, smirking at me when he saw how I was still struggling to fit into the dress. “Why don’t you just wear a different dress?”

  “I can’t.” I sighed letting out a sigh of relief when I finally pulled the dress over my frame, my hands running over it to smooth out the wrinkles. “For once I need to look better than Erica and in this I do.” I smirked at him as I turned to the mirror, turning around so I could expect myself from every angel.

  “You always look better than Erica.” Derek said as he made his way towards me, pulling his shirt on as he did. Once he was standing behind me, he gripped my hips and turned me toward the mirror again. “I never would have done this to Erica.” He hummed, smirking at as he placed a kiss to my neck, his hands running down my waist and over my hips. He started gently suck my neck as his hands pushed the bottom of my dress up.

  “I would really hope not?” I hummed, letting my head fall to the side so he could have more room to press kisses along my neck and shoulders.

 “Yeah why would I do this to her when I have you?” He sighed in the crook of my neck.

  “You know I can think of a much better way to spend the night.” I hummed, turning around so I could wrap my arms around his neck. I smiled at him as I stood up on my tip toes to press a kiss to his lips.

  “Hmm yeah we can do that after the party.” Derek chuckled against my lips, his hands moving to push my dress back down, his hands patting my ass as he did.

  “Really because I can take this dress of much easier than I can put it on.” I smiled as I bite my bottom lip. I looked up at him through my eye lashes as I ran my hands up his chest, trying hard to convince him to ditch the party.

  “Yeah and it will be a lot easier to take off after you had a few drinks.” Derek chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to my lips again. He smiled at me as he pulled out the room, chuckling when I instantly started grumbling at him. “You will have fun once you get down there, you know it.”

  “Oh shut up I will not.” I grumbled, trying hard ignore the fact that I knew he was right.

  “Oh sure.” I grumbled, shaking my hand free from his so I could go off towards where Stiles and Scott was standing. Derek sighed behind, muttering about how stubborn I was. I knew he was about to follow me, but Issac and Boyd caught his attention.

  “Don’t you look happy to be here.” Stiles laughed, rolling his eyes at me when I squeezed in between the two boys.

 “Yeah why wouldn’t I be thrilled? It’s not like I’m stuck watching Erica take over everything.” I snarled, glaring at the girl in question as she walked into the room. Like usual her blonde hair was in curls that fell down her back. Her slim frame was barely covered in a hot pink tube top and black micro mini skirt. She wore a pair of knee high black heels.

  “Wanna tell us why you don’t like her?” Scott laughed, ducking when I reached over to slap him.

  “How can I not?” I huffed, glowering as I watched Erica make her way towards Derek. I narrowed my eyes as I watched her run her hand up Derek’s chest, leaning forward so her chest was pushed up against his. I growled at her as she leaned up to whisper something in his ear. “She’s trying to sleep with my boyfriend. I think I’m aloud to hate her.”

  “Yeah you can hate her now.”  Scott laughed, reaching over to hold my shoulder as I started to head towards Erica and Derek. “Lidia will kill you if you make a scene, just wait it out.”

 “Yeah well I’m not just going to sit here and watch her flirt with my boyfriend.” I growled glowering as I watched Derek laugh at something Erica had said. His arm around her waist. At the motion Stiles’s hand gripped my other shoulder.

  “Let’s just wait it out.” Stiles begged, his grip on my shoulder tightening as Derek pushed her hair out of her face.

  “Take a deep breath and calm down. Come on let’s go some where we can’t see Erica.” Scott chuckled wrapping his arm around my waist as he lead me to the other end of the house. Stiles followed behind us, glaring over at his shoulder at Erica and Derek.

  “Lidia let’s talk about something anything.” Scott yelled the moment we reached the strawberry blonde.

  “Is this about Erica and Derek, cause if so Y/n lets go talk to some of the girls.” Lidia said happily, grabbing my hand and dragging me off towards a group of girls.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Later That Night ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

  “Want to tell me why you have been avoiding me the whole party?” Derek asked as he walked into the room. I glowered at him as I pulled Derek`s old t-shirt over my head.

 “Why don’t you go talk to Erica?” I snapped glowering at the man as he let out a huff.

  “You know nothing happened between us.”

  “Really? Because you were flirting with her the whole fucking night.”

  “I was not. It`s called being polite.”

  “No it’s not. Being nice is talking to a person, not flirting with them.” I screamed, glowering when Derek let out a annoyed sigh.

  “I was not flirting! Why would I flirt with her when I have a girlfriend?”

  “Maybe because she`s everything I`m not. She’s tall, slim, beautiful, smart and funny. If I was man I would go for her. I mean hell I’m a girl and I think she’s hot.”

  “Your jealous?” Derek laughed.

  “Oh go fuck yourself.” I snapped, glaring at him as I crossed across the room to crawl onto the bed.

  “Baby girl come on.” Derek sighed, smiling at me as he crawled up onto the bed, pulling me against him. “You have no reason to be jealous. Princess I love you, I mean that, I am madly in love with you. Where Erica may hot you my angle are breath taking. I love everything about you. From your smile, your laugh, to the way your eyes lit up whenever you talk about things that you love. I am so in love with you.”

  “Then why did you flirt with her all evening?” I sighed, nuzzling my head into his chest.

  “I swear baby girl I had no idea I was flirting with her, I honestly believed it was just being friendly. I never would have flirted with her. I have everything I want right here with you.” Derek hummed as he pressed a kissed to my temple.

  “I just hate being around her, she makes me feel so ugly.”

 “Well you my wonderful girl are far from ugly. Your the most beautiful girl in the world. Your my mate, there is no one in this world that can take your place.” Derek hummed. I nodded sadly earning a sigh from my boyfriend. “Plus I would never be caught dead doing this to Erica.” Derek said softly. He pinched my chin between his fingers, tilting my head up so he could press a lingering kiss to my lips.

 “I love you baby.” He sighed, pressing a kiss to my nose.

  “I love you too Der.” I hummed, smiling as I brushed my nose against his. “Thank you.”

  “Your so welcome.”