even derek !!!

kiingkirst  asked:

Ok ok I know you don't normally update two tropes in one but I was hoping you might make an exception because these haven't really been updated in a while ? Fail wolf Derek & Derek knits? Pretty please?

sure!! we can update 2 at a time but no more than that please

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College 101: Freshman by midnightcas (1/1 | 1,540 | R)

Stiles is mistaken for a Freshman at the Incoming Student Orientation that he’s supposed to be RUNNING.

AKA Stiles tries to get his coffee back from the very genuine and very attractive Student Body Leader, Derek Hale.

Cruel World by cecld (7/? | 7,681 | PG13)

The Hale Pack found a vampire nest right under their nose.

While trying to sneek into their lair Stiles is caught.

They think that he will be killed but the vampire do something much worse.

Why kill him when they can turn him into the very thing that werewolves hate? One of them?

Stiles struggles with his new supernatural side and now his brothers and sisters are calling him to join them and give in to his instincts.

But Derek calls the opposite way, what should he do?

But then… tradgedy strikes which will turn the tables on every one.

I’m Not Paige by Alwaysdreaming95 (1/1 | 4,842 | PG13)

Stiles is getting annoyed especially cause Derek is getting more distant in their… friendship. So when Scott finds an old yearbook of Derek’s from the year Paige had died he can’t but help to want to compare himself to his first love. It’s amazing to get them together is a picture and some serious talking about feelings…

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Like Real People Do by TatsuKitty (1/1 | 5,150 | PG13)

The ladies at the local yarn shop knew him by name now. Sometimes, he sat in one of the ancient soft armchairs in the store with them, frowning at his work as he struggled to maintain his tension.

“How’s it coming?” Edith asked, settling across from him in another chair, working on a delicate lace shawl with a pattern Derek couldn’t even fathom yet.

“It’s… better.” He hedged.

I’m In Like With You by ericaismeg (1/1 | 1,385 | G)

theheartofmaria asked: You really don’t have to! the silly prompt are fantastic but this one is lovely “one person meticulously doing something entirely for the other’s benefit without expectation or need of reciprocation”>

Stiles hands are always cold.

Worth It

Jason Todd x reader

Type: Comedic Smut (?)

(A/N 1. It’s late but I have inspiration to finish this story. 2. It’s been a year since I’ve wrote a smut. Oh lord god is going to strike me down for sinning so much oof.)

Summary: You and Jason have had a rough day. You decide that you both need some time to yourself. The universe says otherwise

Warnings: Language and Smut

It was 3 am and you had just gotten off of your “night shift”. Exhaustion drowned your body as you peeled off you sweat-filled clothes that masked your smell. You let out a groan throwing the clothes to the side, ready to curl up in bed. You stretched out your arms to relieve them from their soreness when you hear something move from behind you. You stop for a second and think to yourself, ‘someone must have followed me home.’ You resumed the task of stretching out your limbs as you heard the person sneak closer to you. You felt the person reach out to you and you took the opportunity grab them. You shoved the figure onto the wall before looking up to see none other than the red hooded vigilante himself.

“Jason,” you said sighing and sitting down on the bed to calm your nerves, “Don’t just sneak up on me like that.”

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That's my kid! - Part One (Pack Mom)

It had been 3 months since Y/N and Derek has rescued Liam from his abusive parents and taken full custody of him. At first Liam was very weary about his presence within the Hale residence but after a lot of love and being reassured by the couple, he finally found himself to be a permanent residence.

Liam was grateful to Y/N and Derek for taking him in when he had no one. Y/N cared for him as if he was her own. She made sure he had everything he needed even if she did go overboard at times. She always made sure she woke him on time for school, letting him wash up and get dressed as she made him breakfast. She paid attention to his grades in school giving him the extra help he needed if they started to slip, went to his parent-teacher conferences and even dragged Derek with her when Liam had a big Lacrosse game coming up. Derek on the other hand was warming up to becoming a new father figure. He cared for Liam just as much as Y/N did but was reluctant to show it at times. Y/N understood it was a big change so she gave him time.

Today was report day. Liam hurried into the loft holding his report card eager to share it with his new parents. 
“Momma? Momma, I’m home. ” Liam called as he entered the loft dropping his backpack and lacrosse gear on the floor as he looked around the living room. 
“I’m here, baby. I was just upsides putting the laundry away. How was school?” Y/N asked him as she descended down the stairs with Derek behind her. 
“It was ok. I got my report card today.” He told her. 
“I hope it’s all good.” Derek replied. Liam nodded anxiously.

Y/N sat down on the couch and pulled Liam on to her lap. Derek sat beside them. 
“What did you want to show us, kid?” Derek asked. 
“My report card.” Liam stated as he handed it to Y/N. 
“Hmm let’s see.” Y/N replied as she took it from him and opened the envelope. Liam twiddled his thumbs nervously hoping they wouldn’t be too disappointed in him. 
“All B’s and just a C in math.” Derek read out. 
“Are you mad?” Liam asked them.
“No baby, of course not. I’m really proud you. You’ve been through so much but you’ve managed to keep on top of grades.” Y/N told him pressing a kiss to his forehead. 
“Did you know Derek got a C in math too?” Y/N whispered to him. Liam gasped. Y/N chuckled as Derek groaned and rolled his eyes even though he couldn’t help but show a small smile. 
“We’ll help you with math and hopefully get that grade pulled up too but for now, I’m really proud of you. You’ve done really well, sweetheart. I love you so much.” Y/N praised him pressing a kiss to his cheek. 
“Thanks momma.” Liam smiled as he hugged her tight. 
“I agree and I think to celebrate we should order pizza, what do you think pup?” Derek asked the young beta.
“Really? We can get pizza?!” Liam asked. 
“We sure can, kiddo” Derek smiled as he ruffled Liam’s hair. 
“Thanks da-, I mean Derek.” Liam replied as he blushed. 
“You’re welcome, pup.” Derek replied with a smile as he got up to order dinner.

Not long after, Derek received a text asking for help from an old friend who was in town and he decided to go meet them. Y/N stayed on the couch with Liam in her arms as the young beta rested against her shoulder. The doorbell rang and Y/N placed Liam on the couch to go answer but when she slid open the door she got a surprise.

At the door was Liam’s biological mother - Heather Dunbar. The last time Y/N had seen her was when she rescued Liam from their abusive household. The poor beta had been covered in cuts and bruises. 
“What’re you doing here?” Y/N asked in shock. 
“I’ve come to take my son.” She told her firmly. 
“You lost the right to call him your son my husband and I rescued him from you and your abusive husband.” Y/N told her.
“That was months ago. He’s changed. We can be a family again.” She told her insistently. 
“No, you’re not taking Liam anywhere.” Y/N told her as she began to close the door but mrs dunbar slammed her hand on the door and pushed it aside making her way into the loft. Liam stood up and never thought he would have to see her again. 
“There you are, come on. I’m taking you home.” She told him approaching him. 
“No!” Liam yelled out in fright. 
“Momma! Momma, please don’t let her take me!” Liam ran to her holding on to her tight.
“Liam this is ridiculous! I’m your mother not her!” Mrs Dunbar yelled. 
“No! I don’t want to see you ever again! Momma!” Liam cried as his breathing began to get heavy. Y/N picked up Liam in her arms and held him close as she rocked him and rubbed his back hushing him. 
“This is all your fault! You’ve put ideas into his head and now look at him!” She yelled at Y/N as Liam whimpered in her arms. 
“Liam’s made up his own mind after what you did to him. Now leave.” Y/N told her holding her baby close. 
“Babe what’s going on?” Derek asked as he stood in the doorway and saw the familiar woman. 
“She’s come to take Liam from us but I won’t let her.” Y/N told her mate. 
“She’s right, he’s not going anywhere.” Derek told her sternly. 
“I’m taking him home”. Mrs Dunbar told him. 
“You call at abusive environment a home? I don’t think so.” Derek told her gritting his teeth. 
“Liam isn’t going anywhere with you. We have legal custody of him and you’re aware of that. We’re his parents and no one, I mean no one is going to take him away from us.” Derek told her standing in front of his mate who was holding a terrified Liam. 
“This isn’t over. Tomorrow morning I will be back with officers and then we’ll see who wins”. She spat angrily as she pointing at the couple angrily as she huffed and left the Hale residence. 
“The nerve of that woman.” Y/N stated angrily.

Y/N went over to the couch and sat down with Liam still clutching on to her.
“Sssh, she’s gone baby.” Y/N told him. 
“Please don’ let her take me, momma…’m sorry, I’ll try harder!” Liam sobbed.
“Hey hey hey, ssssh. Sweetheart this isn’t your fault ok? Not one bit. 
We won’t ever let her take you away from us. You’re our baby and we love you no matter. You’re here to stay” Y/N reassured him as he pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“Your momma is right, pup. We’ll do everything we can to protect you. You’re apart of our family forever.” Derek reassured him. 
“Thanks dad.” Liam replied inbetween sobs. Derek smiled and pressed a kiss to Liam’s forehead. 
“She can come back as many times as she likes. We’re never going to let her take you.” Derek told him. 
“Derek’s right, sweetheart. We will fight for you no matter what. You’re our son. You always will be.” Y/N told him hushing him as she continued to calm him down and rub his back.
“I love you momma.” Liam spoke in between sobs.
“I love you too, baby. I love you so so much.” Y/N cooed and pressed several kisses to his temple as she continued to rock him in her arms as Liam rest his head against her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her neck tightly not wanting to let go of her. Derek have Y/N a sympathetic smile as he ruffled Liam’s hair.

Tomorrow they would fight for their pup no matter what.

i just love the concept of stiles not being aware of his own attractiveness like

doesn’t notice immediately how his body has filled out in all the right places when he finally hits the big 18

doesn’t notice derek almost dropping several plates while they do the dishes at a pack meeting and stiles stretching lazily, arms high up in the air, shirt riding up, exposing his happy trail and sharp hipbones

doesn’t notice derek almost having an aneurism when stiles licks ice cream straight off those god damn fingers on a hot summer day

doesn’t notice the wood of the headboard of derek’s bed splintering under his palm when stiles bends over and down to pick up a college book that he dropped off the bed while doing homework at derek’s loft

doesn’t notice the ridiculous pink colour of the tips of derek’s ears when stiles shucks his shirt full of grime and blood in front of him after getting rid of the monster of the week

he does notice derek getting pissier and more irritated with him, avoiding him a little, clipped off answers and avoiding eye contact, bitching at him even more than usual and stiles just yells right back, “what the fuck is your problem lately, dude?!”, slightly hurt; he thought they were past this, and derek can smell doubt and slight fear on him, and that’s the fucking final straw and derek just backs him up against the door of stiles’ room, grabbing stiles’ face in both of his huge palms, snarling “you, you and your god damn– everything! your stupid forearms -and don’t even get me started on those stupid fingers- and your dumb pretty brown eyes and that god damn mouth of yours and y–”, he doesn’t get much further than that though, too busy being mauled by said mouth. 

not that he’s complaining. not anymore.

what she says: im fine

what she means: In a Crowd of Thousands reveals that Dmitry is set on the girl he saw when he was 10 years old, and when Anya remembers it being her, his first instict is to sing in rejoice because he found her again, and afterward leans in to kiss her. Anya isn’t opposed to it at all, but he stops because in that moment he has to realize that she’s not just the girl he’s been in love with all this time, she’s royalty. Dmitry literally finds his dream girl and then immediately after has to face the fact that she’s out of reach. His kneel is out of respect for her position, but it’s also the point where he is forced to accept that his dream was shattered as soon as it came true.

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Spencer Reid x Reader (smut)

Requested: Yes. Anon: hey! I really love your blog and I was wondering if you could do a reid x reader where the reader has a wet dream about Spencer and she finally tells him about her dream after he asks her what’s wrong and it ends in smut?? thank you so much

Word Count: 3,589, Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, Oral Sex.

A/N: Oh my God okay so I went a little crazy on this one and it’s a full fledged long fic. I was writing this and I actually needed to take a break my palms were sweating because Reid is so fucking hot. Anyway, I hope you like it! Please let me know if you want a Part 2 ;)

- M xo

(Gif not mine, credit to owner)

Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

Sprawled out on your bed, your naked form was being admired and touched by a handsome man. He glided his fingers up and down the sides of your thighs as he placed sensual kisses on your stomach. “God, you’re so beautiful.”, whispered Spencer. 

Wait what? Spencer? Hold on. Did you just have a wet dream about your nerdy co-worker?

You woke up in your bed covered in sweat as you tried to calm down your flustered state as you panted heavily trying to vaguely recollect the memories of the dream you had just had. It wasn’t a bad dream, in fact, it was amazing. You squeezed your thighs together in hopes of some sort of relief, but all you could do was think about the dream, which made your state even worse.

You sat there in silence as you tried to comprehend what had just happened. You’d been working at the BAU for 4 years now and you had never thought of Spencer that way. Sure he was tall, had gorgeous chiselled cheekbones and never failed to amaze you with his intelligent brain. Oh, God. Here you were thinking inappropriately about your co-worker at 3 in the morning when you had to be in for work at 7. There was no way you were going to act normal in front of him after this strange yet intoxicating image of you and Spencer practically having sex ingrained in your brain. All you could do was try to get back to sleep and hope that the flush would be over in the morning.

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“Come on, big guy, you have to come out sooner or later,” Stiles was begging at this point. Was it ironic that the human in this situation was the one begging for attention? Probably. Will Stiles mention that to Derek? No, because he values keeping his face intact.

For all his placation and begging, all he gets is a solid huff from the wolf currently hogging all of his bedding.

He had come home like any other day, dropping his backpack with a much too heavy thud when he had found the wolf sized lump curled on his bed. He had to admit, the first few times this had happened - he cooed and ‘ahh’ed at the werewolf who had taken to finding comfort in the ode de Stilinski. Now? Not so much. 

Sure, Stiles’ heart melted every time he witnessed Derek’s in full shift and tried not to break the magic of how much more tactile the man became when less hindered by his human shape. But this was the third time this week Stiles would be remaking his bed for non-jizz related reasons and that shit took effort. Not even being chased by monsters winded him quite as much as getting a fitted sheet on his mattress did.

“Der, you can’t just hide in my covers forever.”

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Nothing will ever be funnier to me than the time when I was watching Teen Wolf with my dad, -who is one of those people where if a character isn’t explicitly stated to be NOT STRAIGHT doesn’t think it’s possible for them to be lgbt+ at all-, and out of nowhere he turned to me and was all “So Stiles is like, not straight, right? Like, he’s Bisexual?” and I was just in total shock but I eagerly asked him why he thought that and his next answer, with no hesitation was, “Well he’s clearly into Derek. They flirt literally every scene they have together.” And I just. Stiles and Derek’s growing relationship on the show, whether intentional or not, is so fucking obvious that even MY DAD picked up on it. And I couldn’t be happier about that. 

dudewhyme  asked:

Oh god, I imagine tiny!Derek holding tinier!Stiles' hand after asking the sheriff for Stiles' hand in marriage to tell his mom that he already proposed to Stiles and the sheriff said yes so he would take responsibility, Derek even had toy ring too! Talia facepalmed and hid her laughter so Derek wouldn't think that he's being laughed at while whatever Hale was present at that time recorded them with a camera phone and vowed to broadcast this on their wedding day.

“Boys,” John says as Derek Hale walks into the bullpen, tugging Stiles by the hand. Stiles is only three, but he’s no pushover. If Derek Hale is dragging him around, it’s only because Stiles demanded it. 

Stiles grins at him. “Daddy! Hi, Daddy!” 

“Hi, kiddo,” John says. He leans back on the edge of his desk and folds his arms across his chest. “What’s going on? Aren’t you two supposed to be in the park?” 

John’s stuck at work, sure, but Claudia and Stiles were going to meet the Hale pack in the park for a picnic. Claudia is the Hale pack emissary, after all. 

Derek’s eyebrows tug together. He’s a serious looking kid. Eight years old, and he can worry like a world champion. “Deputy Stilinski,” he says, and since when has he been this formal? He edges closer, still holding Stiles’s hand. He juts his chin out stubbornly, and the rest of his words come out in a breathy rush: “In ‘cordance with pack law I am stating my intentions to marry your son. Will you negotiate?” 

Well then. 

John looks around the bullpen. Derek’s little speech (and he almost got the words right) has gotten the attention of his colleagues. Madison looks like he’s about to drop his armful of paperwork and coo at Derek, and John narrows his eyes in warning. No. One does not coo at a werewolf, even if he is only eight years old and totally fucking adorable right now. Derek is clearly trying to be a Grown Up. 

“I will,” John says, because what? He’s not going to break the kid’s heart in front of an audience. “What do you offer in exchange for my consent?” 

Derek unpeels Stiles’s sticky hand from his own and digs around in his pockets. He shuffles up to John’s desk and sets down all his worldly possessions: three slightly soggy cheetos and a dented Matchbox car. Then he pushes his shoulders back and stares up at John, stubborn and hopeful all at once. 

“Oh my god,” Madison whispers under his breath. 

“Oooh!” Stiles says, and reaches out for the car. 

Drek grabs his chubby wrist. “No! That’s for your dad. So we can play together all the time, even when we’re big.” 

“Oh.” Stiles turns his big brown eyes toward John beseechingly. 

“Beta Hale,” John says solemnly. “I accept. You have my consent to marry Stiles.” 

Derek sags with relief. 

Stiles tries to grab one of the cheetos. 

“No!” Derek says again. 

Stiles scowls at him. “I want cheetos!” 

“Don’t eat your bride price, son,” John says. “Why don’t you two head back to the park? I’ll bet the picnic is set up by now. Mom packed you peanut butter cups, Stiles.” 

“Oooh! Yummy!” Stiles is already heading for the door. “Bye, Daddy!” 

Derek Hale rushes after him. 

Madison comes over to inspect the Matchbox car. “You know you just promised your three year old son in marriage, right, John?” 

“Huh.” John shrugs. “They’re kids. They’ll forget about it by tomorrow.” 

Twenty years later the Matchbox car is in the pocket of John’s suit as he gives Stiles away at the altar. 

The signs as old Disney Channel shows
  • Aries: That's So Raven
  • Taurus: The Proud Family
  • Gemini: Hannah Montana
  • Cancer: Even Stevens
  • Leo: Sonny With A Chance
  • Virgo: Lizzie McGuire
  • Libra: Phil Of The Future
  • Scorpio: Kim Possible
  • Sagittarius: American Dragon: Jake Long
  • Capricorn: Life With Derek
  • Aquarius: The Suite Life of Zack and Cody
  • Pisces: Wizards of Waverly Place