he makes me think of derek hale in his stupid too tight shirt

Pack Mother - Derek Hale - Part 4

Characters: Derek Hale, Werewolf!Stiles, Isaac Lahey, PackMom!Reader.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Originally posted by thewritingbanshee

Derek and Isaac had moved in and you were up to your eyeballs in testosterone. Isaac was sleeping on the couch, Derek in the guest room. You miss your privacy.

You came home late one evening, you had errands to run. You went upstairs, wanting to crash in bed. You opened your door to find Derek in your bed.

“Oh, really?” You crossed your arms and looked at him.

“Isaac’s in my room. I had nowhere to go.”

“Why is Isaac in your room?” You raise an eyebrow.

“He brought some girl home, I don’t know.”

“Derek! Oh my God!” You slipped out the door and swung Derek’s door open. You walked in and leaned on the wall. Isaac looked up at you and groaned.

The girl looked at you blankly. “Can I help you?” She smarted off.

“You can actually. Get out.” You point to the door.

She nudges Isaac. “You’re going to let her talk to me like that?” He shrugs and she pouts.

“I said out. Now.” You slammed the door closed when she left and you looked at Isaac.

“What the hell?” He got off the bed and put his shirt back on.

“Don’t what the hell me, Lahey. Bringing a girl home? To my house?”

“We didn’t even do anything! We were just making out!”

“I don’t care. You still brought her here.”

Derek opened the door and stood behind you.

“This isn’t fair! Scott didn’t care about this stuff!”

You scoff, “Was Scott becoming your legal guardian? No? Then I don’t want to hear it. My house, my rules.”

Isaac huffs and pushes past you, storming down the stairs.

Derek high fives you. “That was good pack-parenting.”

You laugh. “I cannot believe you let him in here with a girl.”

“Sorry. That was bad pack-parenting. He’s done it before so I didn’t really think much of it.”

“He’s done it before? In your room? Derek…he needs his own room.” You sigh.

“I can sleep on the couch.” He shrugs.

“No, stay with me. It’ll be 100% nonsexual. You can handle that right?”

Derek smirks. “Of course I can.”

That day he moved all of his stuff in, you were now sharing a closet with a man who you’d just met. You’d kissed for maybe fifteen seconds, but you just met. “What side of the bed do you sleep on?” He turned and looked at you.

“In the middle…so pick whichever side you want.” You say, moving your clothes over in the closet.

Stiles has been in and out of the house all day. He’s decided that you and Derek are the only ones that can calm him down.

“Why is Jackson such a huge idiot?” He stormed in and sat on your bed.

“All right then..” You muttered before sitting beside him. “What’d he do now?”

“He said that I’ll never be as good of a werewolf as him, so when I got angry he laughed at me. He’s showing off for Lydia.” He grunts.

You roll your eyes. “I just talked to him about this..Stiles don’t let it get to you. If I’m being honest I think that he’s a little worried about you and Lydia. You’re stepping in on his lady, Stiles.” You nudge him and he laughs.

“I don’t mean to…I just can’t help it. She’s just..” He lays back on the bed and groans. “She’s so pretty and she’s got the greatest personality. I just don’t know how she can stand to be with him. He’s a dumb jock, that’s all he is. She’s too smart to be with him. I get her, I get her sense of humor and I get her smart little fun facts. I just really like her, y'know? I do everything I can not to screw up around her and Jackson always makes me look stupid.” He sighs.

Derek joins the two of you on the bed. “I know what you mean. Pretty girls are hard to get over.” He flicked his eyes over to you and smirked.

“Let me give you some advice. If you’re having trouble with Lydia just try being her friend. Don’t try to impress her, or show off, just be her friend. Go out on friend dates with her and Jackson, no matter how much it hurts because that’s going to show that you aren’t around just to get in her pants. It’ll show her you’re trustworthy.” Derek smiles at him.

“I never really have tried being her friend…” Stiles says quietly. He jumped off the bed quickly.

“So, quick question…”

“What?” You look up at him.

“When’s the next full moon?”

“Monday, why? Do you need us?”

Stiles nods, “Okay, thanks guys. I have to go be Lydia’s friend now.” He jogs out of the room and you look at Derek.

“Such a spaz.” He says under his breath and you smack his arm.

“Leave him alone.” You defend the younger boy.

“Fine. Sorry.” Derek throws his hands up on defense, a smile playing on his lips. “Let’s go out tonight.” He looks at you.

“I uh..where?” You stand up, pulling the hoodie you were wearing down.

“Let’s go to a club. You know, where we can drink and not have to worry about teenaged werewolves.” He laughs.

You snort, “That’d be great.”

“It’s a plan?” He asks you.

“It’s a plan.” You repeat, high fiving the much taller werewolf in front of you. You glance at the clock. “That means I should start getting ready. Can you call Isaac and talk to him? He probably won’t answer if I call. Just tell him what’s going on and that he gets his own room now.” You grab your makeup bag as Derek nods. You go to the bathroom, turning music on loudly. You go back to your room to pick a dress out before retreating back to the bathroom.

You finish getting ready and you head downstairs. You find Derek in a tight white button down shirt and dress pants. You feel your breath hitch when you see him. He smirks at you. “I talked to Isaac…are you ready?”

You nod, the both of you going out to his car. You arrive at the club, the line surprisingly short.

“You look drop dead gorgeous. I just thought I’d let you know.” He smirks down at you and you blush.

“You don’t look too bad either.”

You’re standing in line talking when you’re approached by a young girl. “Derek? You’re Derek Hale right?”

Derek turns and looks at her, nodding. “Can I help you?”

“You’re an alpha, right? You know what to do.”

“I’m not exactly sure what you’re asking me.”

“I-I’m pregnant. I think my water just broke. I need help.”

Your eyes go wide and Derek turns to look at you.

“I’m not Derek Hale but I can help you.” You say, stepping out of line. You take the young girls arm.

“I can’t go to the hospital. My mom doesn’t know I’m pregnant. I can’t go.”

Derek takes her other arm. “Let’s get her in the car.”

You help her into the backseat and sit with her. “Derek, take her back to the house.” You arrive at the house and you help her inside, setting her up in Isaac’s room. You take all the sheets off the bed and put a towel down over the mattress protector. You cover her up and sit beside her. Derek stands in the doorway, watching.

“How old are you, sweetie?” You press a cool rag to her head.

She groans, you can see her contracting. You take her hand and let her squeeze. She’s not talking through the contraction so you figure she must be close.

You stand at the edge of the bed. “Is it okay if I look?” She nods.

“I’m fourteen, by the way. I’m pretty sure the baby’s a werewolf too.”

You nod and look under her dress. “Derek, she’s crowning already.” Can you come in here and take her hand.

He nods and comes in, making conversation with the girl.

“Honey, what’s your name?”

“My name’s Brittany.”

“Okay, Brittany..I’m going to need you to push. Can you do that? I’m going to count down from ten and I need you to push while I count.”

She nods and squeezes Derek’s hand.

“1..2..3..push.” She begins pushing and you count down. This goes on for about twenty minutes. “Derek can you get me the blanket on the couch?” He nods and jogs downstairs.

“One more push, Brittany.” She pushes and you hold the baby as it comes out. “It’s a boy.” You smile.

Derek returns and you wrap the baby up. “I need scissors.” He grabs them from the bedside table and you cut the cord, careful not to cut too close.

You hand the boy to Brittany. She cries as she takes him. “Thank you so much. Thank you.”

“Can I get you anything?” You smile at her and she shakes her head.

“I’m okay. Thank you.”

“We’ll leave you be. We’re going to be downstairs if you need us.” She nods and you and Derek leave the rooms.

“So much for going out.” You look at him and he smirks.

“I still got to see you in this hot dress. I found it painstakingly sexy watching you deliver a baby in heels. You’re so badass.” He gives you a once over.

You push him playfully. “Shut up. I’m just doing what I have to.”

Isaac walks in the door and starts to go upstairs. “Ah..wait.” You holler.

“What?” He turns and looks at you.

“You don’t want to go in there. I’m not giving details just don’t go in there. You can sleep down here tonight.”

He groans and flops down on the couch. “Okay..”

You go to the kitchen and sit a bottle of wine on the counter, Derek smirking. “Yeah?” He asks.

“Oh yeah.” You nod and pour you both a glass. You hop up on the counter. “I just delivered a baby. I don’t how these things just casually happen to me.”

Derek laughs. “You get used to it. I was hoping we’d hang out more tonight but…”

“We’re hanging out now aren’t we?” You and give him a sly look.

You spend the rest of the night talking and laughing. You got to know each other better. You’d checked in on Brittany before going to bed but she was asleep.

You’re awoken at 6 a.m by screeching. You groan and get up. Is there a baby in the house? There’s a baby in the house. You walk across the hall to Isaac’s room to check on Brittany and the baby. When you open the door you only see the baby. You pick him up and cradle him. You yawn as he begins to calm down. You carry him to the bathroom to see if Brittany’s there. Nope. You go down to the kitchen to find a note. You read it and you panic. “Derek! Derek, come here!” You heard him get out of bed and come downstairs quickly. You must’ve woken Isaac too because he came shuffling into the kitchen.

Derek comes in looking like an adorable mess. He has no shirt on, just pajama pants and his hair’s sticking up everywhere. “What’s going on?”

You hand him the note. “Brittany left. She left the baby here. She said she doesn’t care what we do with him.” Derek’s eyes meet yours and you can smell the anxiety on him, the baby beginning to scream.

“I for one hate the kid already.”

“Isaac, shut up.” You and Derek say in unison. No one speaks for awhile. You and Derek just stare at each other, having a silent conversation.

scruffysterek  asked:

For the prompts - Sterek (obviously lol) and H (just because I'm so curious what they'd be wearing and/or why.. )

H. “Everyone knows the 90s were the epitome of high fashion.” 

“Most of your clothes look like you’re in a 90s grunge band, why I can’t just wear something you already own?” Derek asked, glaring at the outfit that Stiles held up for him to wear.

“Don’t be so dramatic Der,” Stiles said with a wide smile, his eyes bright, “Everyone knows the 90s were the epitome of high fashion.” 

“When you said you wanted me to dress up as Slater from Saved By the Bell for Scott’s stupid 90s themed birthday party I figured you’d make me wear an ugly shirt and those stupid acid washed pants,” Derek said, “Not that you’d want me to wear his wrestling uniform.” 

“It’s a timeless look,” Stiles mused, tossing Derek his outfit and pulling on his faded jeans that he had bought at Goodwill earlier that week, “Now get dressed, it’s no fun being Zack Morris without AC Slater.”

“I’m sure it could be,” Derek muttered, watching as Stiles tugged his bright tee shirt over his head and then his patterned windbreaker.  He had even been growing his hair out so he could dye the ends blonde and style it like Zack. Derek knew that Stiles look this seriously for some stupid reason he couldn’t comprehend. 

“Come on Derek, you’re going to look amazing in it,” Stiles said, stepping closer and running his fingers through Derek’s exposed chest hair, “Really sexy.”

Derek rolled his eyes, but he picked up the maroon wrestling uniform and pulled it on over his jockstrap, “You owe me big time for this.”

“I will pay you back in sexual favors,” Stiles said, running his eyes up from Derek’s muscular legs to his bulge, “All the sexual favors you could ever want.”

The Bayside High School logo was pulled tight over Derek’s broad chest, his nipples exposed on either side, “I look incredibly stupid.”

“Well that’s because you haven’t put on your super awesome white high top sneakers yet,” Stiles said with a wide smile, “We’re going to look great.”

“You look perfect,” Derek muttered, grabbing Stiles by the windbreaker and pulling him flush against him, “You should know that the only reason I’m doing this is because I love you.”

“I know,” Stiles said, kissing Derek on his cheek shaven cheek, “I love you too.”

“Let’s get this over with,” Derek said, kissing Stiles once on the lips before they headed out of apartment and over to Scott and Kira’s apartment. 

When they got their Derek discovered that there was a prize for best costume and best couples costume. He and Stiles won. He still didn’t think it was worth the wedgie he had most of the night, but the look on Stiles face made the whole affair worth it. 

Drabble Prompts

When you Try Sometimes

(Happy Valentine’s Day!)

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He has this in the bag, man. In the bag, zipped up, squared away, a hole in one, sealed and, laminated and—it was a lie, all of it.

Because the chocolates Stiles made two days ago? Yeah, those were eaten. By his dad. And the first heart-shaped card he bought? He gave to the nice old lady who just lost her cat of 20 years, because that’s true love, and anyone who says differently is a monster.

The second card got thrown away, because of reasons. The third card was a ‘hand-made’ card, with lots of cut paper and glitter and it ended up stuck to his ceiling. Along with a few other glue-infused things. They’re still up there now, while Stiles pulls his most recent failure out of the oven.

“Nice, perfect. I’m sure Derek’s favorite flavor is Chocolate-Triggering-Charcoal-Cookies. Tastes that remind you of family.”

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I am the Alpha (Redemption Series: part 3)

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Word Count: 1446

Warnings: Angst, Smut!

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Redemption (Redemption Series: Part 1)
You miss me? (Redemption Series: part 2)


The Kanima is dead. Well, not really. The correct word is ‘reborn’. Eventually the Scott’s pack found that the Kanima was Jackson, a friend of theirs, and in the end when they defeated, he’s reborn as a werewolf.
And when we thought that things were returning to normal, a new pack has come to town to give problems: a pack of Alpha.
Me? I try to be a normal person: I go to school, I come home.. and so on.
Derek? Things are.. better. He took me out to dinner, we talked a lot. But nobody said those three most famous words from that day in class.
I love you.
I know I love Derek, and I know he knows it. But when I think of the time when I have to, and I want to tell him.. my brain turns off.
It’s evening; my mother had the night off. She asked my brother and me to stay at home for a family dinner; she says has a surprise for me and Scott. It was a long time since me, my mother and my brother doesn’t spend a quiet evening together.
While we’re all in the kitchen, preparing dinner, we hear a knock at the door. Mom looks before Scott, and then me; I’m the one closest to the door and so I make my way to open it. I widened my eyes, when I see the person in front of me. He smiles and greets me. My mother is behind me, and invites him in, while I remain silent.
Six years. Six years have passed, my father has left home, and left my mother. And left me and Scott.
“Y/n.”
I turn to look at him, my face seethes with rage. He tries to get close to me, but I walk away.
“What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see my kids.”
I bite my bottom lip, and I try to hold back the tears; I’ll not cry in front of him. He doesn’t deserve my tears. I step back towards the front door; my mother says my name, and tries to reason with me. But I don’t want to hear her. I don’t want to listen to anyone. I open the door, and I go out; I enter into the car, and I depart immediately. While I hope that my father didn’t follow me, I headed to the only place that comes to mind. And definitely where I feel safe.


Slowly, I open the huge iron door of the loft, trying to make as little noise as possible. Revise my father.. it was a shock. Losing Derek was one thing, but losing my father, when I was just a little girl..
How can a father to leave their sons, his own wife, all of a sudden? And how does he have the courage to come back after all these years?
Right now I just want to forget him; forget his stupid face. Right now I need to be in the arms of the person I love. In the Derek’s arms. The only light in the room there is the reflection of the moon; missing only a few days before it becomes full. I head towards the centre of the loft, when I see someone coming towards me.
“Y/n. What are you doing here?”
Derek is a few meters away from me, but I make my way to him, and I sling on his lips. He is surprised at the beginning, then returned the kiss. We move away after a while, to catch his breath.
“Y/n, what happened?”
“Shh.. I don’t want to talk. I.. I just want you.”
Derek looks at me, confused. I place my hand on his neck, and I draw back to me. Derek draws me closer to him, our tongues collide, and his hands began to travel all over my body, until you get to my ass. With an upward push, I find myself in the arms of Derek, my legs around his waist. We approach the bed, and Derek lay down, with me on top of him.
Derek and I continue to kiss, to lick, to bite us. I leave marks on his neck, on his clavicle; I take off my shirt, and I remain alone with the bra. Derek does the same, and then he takes off his pants. I’m still on top of him, my pussy rubbing on his boxer. Derek groans, while his arms are around my waist. I hold his wrists, and I block his arms on the bed, making him laugh.
“Do you like being in charge, baby?” Derek says, trying to get closer to my lips. I continue to cause him pleasure, rubbing on his cock; his moans excite me even more.
“You like to be in control, Der?”
He arches his back, slamming his cock at my panties; our groans mingle in silence. I rub faster, back and forth.
“Aah, shit.. I am.. the Alpha.”
I reach down on him, I kiss him, I bite his bottom lip.
“You’re the Alpha. But for me.. You’re just Derek.”
“Y / N, shit.. I’m com-”
“Me too.”
I feel the orgasm closer and closer; I close my eyes, to enjoy at best the explosion of pleasure, but suddenly I feel my body move abruptly. The position has changed: now Derek is on me.
Derek stopped me on the bed, a grin on his face.
“I told you. I am the Alpha.”
I try in every way to bring him closer to me; I have so much need him right now. He seems to read my mind, he approaches me, and kissed me; he leaves wet kisses on the lips, on the cheeks. He goes down more; He comes to bra and pulls me away. His hand is on my breasts, and squeezes it, while Derek continues to travel on my body, his lips that touch my bare skin. He arrives at my panties, and squeezing it between his teeth, he pulls those too.
God, how is exciting.
The Derek’s hands are on my legs, and clutching the ankles, pulling me toward him. With one movement, his cock is inside me, making me scream.
He begins to move, more and more.
“Yeah baby. You’re so tight.”
I wrap my legs around Derek’s waist, pushing his cock deeper, touching my g-spot. He groans, but when I have the opportunity, I change again our position.
I’m back on him, and I keep moving, his cock in and out of my pussy. I cling to the headboard of the bed, and Derek’s hands are on my ass.
“Der..”
“Yes, baby girl.. I’m coming.”
Derek and I come together, he said my name, I tell his. My body laying on his exhausted; we’re both sweaty, tired and breathless.
I move from Derek, and I lay me down at his side, while I try to breathe evenly.
“Y/n, it was great.. and unpredictable. But great.”
I smile; the other times he had been coming to me. This time I have taken the first step, and I don’t regret. By now, I have realized to have forgiven him, already a bit. And I realized that I love him. Really, I love him.
“Now you tell me what happened?”
I’m going to be serious; I was coming from Derek to forget the arrival of my father to my house, and he managed to make me forget, for a while. I approach him, and Derek wraps his arm around my shoulder.
“My father.. he’s back in town.”
Derek sighs, and approaching me closer to him.
“You can stay here if you want.. but, I think you should talk to him.”
I get up, and I sit, watching Derek confused.
“You’re serious? He abandoned my family. My mother, my brother, me.”
“Even I have abandoned you once..,” he says, lowering his eyes, remembering the pain he caused me, “..but you’ve decided to forgive me.”
I wrap my legs to the chest, and hide my face. Rethinking the eyes of my father, when he saw me and Scott.. I feel the tears forming in my eyes.
“This is different.”
My voice trembles, and Derek realize it. He gets up from the bed and pulls me to him. He cuddles me in his arms, while I clean my face with tears.
“Whatever decision you take, I’m here. I’m not leaving you.”
I turn to look at him, and kiss him. His lips taste like me, and I love it.
“Thank You.”
Derek smiles, and he lays down on the bed again, my naked body next to his.
“And, Derek?”
“Yes?”
“I love you too.”


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anonymous asked:

Hello! I'd love see a list of Sterek fics where one is a CEO and the other is their assistant or just works in the office. Please and thank you 😊

Yes! And we have an office au tag. - Anastasia

Originally posted by madness-in-suit

Our Break Up Makes The World Go Round by monsocks

(1/1 I 915 I General I Sterek I CEO!Derek)

Stiles has debts to pay. So he agrees to work as a personal assistant to the CEO, Derek Hale, during the summer. Neither of them was prepared for what was going to happen.

Christmas Memos by howl-to-the-wind (greenleaf)

(1/1 I 1,921 I Mature I Sterek I CEO!Derek)

From: Derek Hale <dhale@hc.com>
To: S. Stilinski <batman_boxers@hc.com>, L. Martin <queenscrooge@hc.com>, E. Reyes <redbitchqueen@hc.com>, …

Subject: Regarding Mistletoes

I shall keep this brief.

I am aware that Christmas is in a few weeks and I am not discouraging everybody from spreading holiday cheer around the company. However, the next person to put up a mistletoe in my general vicinity is going to get fired on the spot.

(Derek is the long-suffering president of Hale Corp, and the rest are testing his patience. Poor Derek.)

get into my pants by ericaismeg, foxerica (ericaismeg)

(1/1 I 2,657 I General I Sterek I Boss!Derek)

“Stilinski!” Derek’s voice comes loud and sharp. Stiles winces and turns around slowly. Yep, there is his gorgeous boss standing in the hallway with his tie a little too loose around his neck wearing a scowl. Derek does not look happy. Stiles lifts his hand up slowly in greeting and presses his lips tight together. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Of all days, it just had to be Derek who caught him.

“Heeeey there, Derek.”

“It’s Mr. Hale,” Derek corrects. Stiles closes his eyes for a moment and nods slowly. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He’s so fired. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I–it’s not what it looks like, okay?” Stiles says, trying to breathe.

When it went so wrong by Electricviolinist

(1/1 I 3,059 I Mature I Steter,Sterek I CEO!Derek)

“I think you love me, you know,” said Stiles, to the painting of his lover, dressed in finery and astride a magnificent horse.
“You can’t prove it,” Derek grunted. Not the painting, of course, but the real man, more normally dressed, stood casually behind Stiles. Stiles wished he were more gloriously dressed in not very much.
He knew Derek was moving closer. He could pretend he could feel the heat as the gap between them closed. The heat of Derek’s body seemed as burningly heavenly as always.
“That wasn’t a denial,” Stiles smiled.

Stiles loves Derek, even though Derek has let him down.
Not a fluffy story. No happy ending.

That Thin Line In and Out of My Bed by fadedhues

(4/4 I 5,611 I Explicit I Sterek I CEO!Derek)

“Ow,” Derek says, scowling, rubbing his bicep where Laura hit him.

She retorts, “That’s what happens when you zone out and eye-fuck your new assistant, Derek,” crossing her arms and jutting a hip out.

(aka the one where Derek is a CEO of his family’s company; enter Stiles, his new assistant, who happens to be extremely fuckable)

Owning Him by manuhale13

(11/11 I 6,588 I Explicit I Sterek I CEO!Derek)

Stiles gets a job as an assistant to the handsome CEO Derek Hale of Hale Industries. eventually falls for him not knowing that Derek has a secret…

2 Days of Hale Publishing by relenafanel

(2/2 I 7,533 I General I Sterek I CEO!Derek)

Something must have poked his Christmas Spirit. It might be the way Hale was watching the proceedings with a scowl on his face, unable to hide what was clear derision. Earlier, his eyes had lifted when Stiles entered the work pen with the presents, and Stiles had been under the impression he had been vaguely pleased. The only thing Stiles could think of that would make someone such a gloomy grump was not getting a gift.

“What?” Hale asked, staring at him through the glass wall that made up the part of his office facing the work area.

“I’ve got something for you!” Stiles said, waving the small rectangular present as he walked in.

“That’s not mine,” Mr. Hale said, staring at the box like it offended him. Then he stared at Stiles like he was offending him more. “You’ve made a mistake.”

“No mistake, sir. It’s a special delivery from magical Hale Holiday Elves.” Stiles gestured to his head. “See the hat. A man wearing this hat makes no mistakes.”

Sideways and Slantways and Longways and Backways by hologramophone

(1/1 I 7,799 I Teen I Sterek I CEO!Derek)

“I called you a slave-driver!” Stiles cried hysterically. “I called you an ogre! I stole all the blue paperclips!”
Derek raised an eyebrow at him.
“That’s company property!” he shouted, waving his arms madly in distress.
Derek ran a hand over his face. “It’s not theft if the vice president of the company gives you permission.”

(Otherwise known as the Elevator AU)

The Fluttering of Our Hearts by theonewho_ranwithwolves

(4/? I 19,854 I Explicit I Sterek I CEO!Derek, CEO!Stiles)

Scott just got married, so why does he need his best friend anymore? He has Allison. You wanna know who Stiles has? his company and those rich old ladies who’d like to get in his pants. Oh, that’s just great. But when he meets the CEO that’s supposedly merging with his own company, why does his heart flutter just a bit?

Friends of Early Theory by Nanoochka

(1/1 I 23,934 I Explicit I Sterek I Angst)

In which Derek is a gruff, struggling executive for his family’s sprawling, wealthy company in New York, and Stiles is his quirky, offbeat intern who brings him cold coffee each morning and wears stupid T-shirts to work and generally succeeds at being a thousand times more charming than Derek could ever hope to be. To the outside observer, their relationship is combative but fond, although in private Stiles and Derek have a great deal more secrets, anger, and painful history between them than Derek is prepared to acknowledge or reveal. In retrospect, that might be half of the problem.

Not Like Bond & Moneypenny by WhoNatural

(1/1 I 29,869 I Mature I Sterek I Ugly Betty AU)

(AKA, the Ugly Betty AU where Stiles is totally Betty)

Stiles thinks he’s finally getting a break when a job at the sleek, sophisticated, Alpha Magazine opens up - but soon realises he’s not going to be writing anything and instead is playing tutor-slash-babysitter to their new Editor-in-Chief. Derek’s spoiled, grumpy, in way over his head…and so painfully attractive it makes Stiles want to lick his face. So there’s very little choice in the matter.

“Totally not like that,” he maintains, “It’s not like we’re Bond and Moneypenny.”

Scott gives him an excited grin, chuckling. “Dude, you’re totally his Miss Moneypenny!” he says, eyes wide like the world just finally started to make sense. “You’re the only one who won’t sleep with him even though you’re dying to.”

My Taco Sparkles by butyoureyessaidyes

(1/1 I 36,891 I Teen I Sterek I CEO!Derek)

The first time he sees Stiles Stilinski, the kid’s on his hands and knees in Derek’s office.

Or the one where Derek has to battle corporate espionage, meddling family members, clothing turned choking hazards, and inappropriate feelings for his obscenely attractive new intern.

Mr Hale by SephrinaRose

(26/26 I 52,337 I Teen I Sterek I CEO!Derek)

It was only last week that Stiles had been a completely happy college student, laying about and playing Xbox. But, now, only a few short hours later, he was known worldwide as Mr Hale’s bitch.

Oh shit indeed.

Or in which…

Stiles is a Columbia college student with photographic memory, who hates people that use and abuse others with their power. One day when he is forced to be in the same room as the King Of DickBags: Mr Hale, of Hale Magazine, he gives him a piece of his mind…only to find that it was a mistake he will regret for the rest of his life.

Or is it?

Strike One (Part 8 of Curve Ball)

Originally posted by blacksimmerr

Author’s Note: It’s finally here! This is more filler than anything, but this series is a slow burn ;) I hope you enjoy this next installment! The next will hopefully be out soon. Enjoy! :)

As always, thank you to my darling friend @snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales for betaing, generating ideas, and listening to me rant and rave over this series. It wouldn’t be possible without you c:

Warnings: Language

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“I seriously needed that,” I sighed contentedly, setting down the colorful array of shopping bags. “But my bank account did not.” Lydia chuckled happily behind me as she began setting her things down as well.

“Just bask in the feeling of your new clothes and you won’t even give a second thought to your wounded bank account,” she joked, shrugging playfully. I smiled widely, flopping down on my bed. I was exhausted. Shopping with Lydia was a tiring experience, especially when it was a celebratory occasion. Today’s spree was a pat on the back to ourselves for doing well on our midterms and a way to let out all the left-over tension.

A girls day with my best friend was exactly what I had needed. Now I was ready for a nap.

Several hours later, I finally roused from sleep, feeling much better and very hungry. Pleased to find that it wasn’t too late, I quickly brushed my teeth and changed out of my now wrinkled clothes, asking Lydia if she wanted to get something to eat.

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juszaawik  asked:

Hello, it's me again :* i saw u didn't have a punk tag, and my question is if u know any fics that include punk!derek and punk!stiles? Remember to smile because it's worth it, okey? :* i love u! <3

punk!derek | punk!stiles

derek:

And Also, I Love You by alisvolatpropiis (1/1 | 7,155 | NC17)

Derek didn’t look at all like Stiles expected. After all, he deliberately chose a school where being a nerd was cool, so he certainly wasn’t expecting his hotter-than-a-thousand-stars roomie to be an actual cool person. Derek has muscles, like everywhere, which he has a tendency to display in skin-tight, sleeveless t-shirts for bands Stiles has never heard of; his jeans are always tight and ripped too, and he has an impressive five-o’clock shadow, the tips of his jet-black hair dyed purple. And his eyes. Stiles is pretty sure he’s only seen eyes like that in comics, or on a movie screen, or in his freakin dreams. They’re somehow simultaneously all of the colors and none of them, transcending something so pedestrian and insignificant as words to encapsulate their beauty. Stiles would come to learn that he’s also wickedly smart, and he plays the guitar and speaks multiple languages, and his sunshine smile is even more alarming that his resting murder face.

Cliche by adult_disneyprincess (orphan_account) (2/2 | 9,305 | PG13)

It’s cliché as shit, Stiles thinks. The nerd in love with the punk. He figures he wouldn’t want Derek Hale so much if he didn’t have those fucking tattoos everywhere, didn’t give a shit what people thought about him, and didn’t wear those stupid leather jackets. They’re not the same jacket either, Stiles has counted at least four different ones that the resident punk owns

If We’re Talking Body (You Got a Perfect One) by alisvolatpropiis (1/1 | 3,891 | NC17)

“What? Paint me?” At first, Stiles thinks that maybe Derek wants to paint a portrait of him, which is hella freaking weird, but then, judging by the heat he sees in his eyes, he knows that’s not exactly what Derek has in mind. Okay, so the guy is hot, talented, rude, and probably a little insane. Stiles is really regretting not running background checks on all of the building’s tenants before moving in. Laura Hale offered him such a good deal, he should have known there was a catch.

Like having to live underneath her obscenely hot brother who gets stoned and paints all night and says ridiculous things to the half-naked cop that barges into his apartment unannounced in the middle of the night.

You Are My Home by orphan_account (1/1 | 2,302 | G)

Loosely inspired by oakseer’s post on Tumblr: “what would happen if punk au combined with daddy derek i think it would result in my body shaking apart”.

We’ll Weather the Storm by hazelNuts (1/1 | 2,572 | PG13)

anonymous asked,“Punks can get scared of thunder storms too”

When Derek and Stiles get paired up for a school trip, Derek thinks it’s going to be disaster. Because Stiles is mouthy and smart and gorgeous, and that’s exactly Derek’s type.

stiles:

Birds of a Feather Fuck Together by calrissian18, maichan808 (maichan) (1/1 | 26,144 | NC17)

Laura is a crusader without a cause, Stiles dances like the whole world’s betrayed him and Derek’s having trouble getting both feet outside his door.

cute little spawn from hell by wearing_tearing (2/2 | 2,169 | NC17)

Derek blinks, surprised. “Are you—”

“Leaving, yes,” Stiles nods vehemently.

“—afraid of babies?”

Enemy of My Enemy by calrissian18 (1/1 | 8,043 | NC17)

Stiles blinks hard. He can’t argue that he’s not quite all there, a little woozier than he would like, but he’s done more difficult things a lot worse off. The wolf didn’t know shit and Stiles sure as hell didn’t need him. He huffs out a little laugh into his own chest, leaning back against the armrest and chin dropped to his sternum, head lolling slightly. His eyelids are heavier than they were a minute ago. “What makes you think I wouldn’t use the opportunity to gut you? I hunt werewolves for sport, and so does everyone I have left.”

A careful claw tilts his chin up and it takes Stiles’ eyes a second to bring the face in front of him into stark relief. “You can barely keep your eyes open,” the wolf says softly, “I don’t think you have the upper hand now, human.”

The End As We Know It by PrinceKavi (12/? | 15,630 | NC17)

Stiles is kicked out of the pack. Well not intentionally but combined with being left behind by his bestfriend , Jacksons bullying and his Dads disappointed looks, Stiles is pretty ready for it. That doesn’t mean it hurts anyless. So he ditches the layers, makes friends with the punk rock feminists in Beacon Hills and even jumps into a mosh pit. But, for some reason Derek Hale is still on his mind, his hands keep sparking and theres this weird book in his moms closet that has some weird witch brews in it.

Why is junior year so complicated?

BORN VILLAIN by whokilledcodyosmond (15/15 | 110,823 | R)

Stiles is a troubled young hacker at odds with his father, the Chief of Police in Beacon City. After a chance meeting with a handsome but dangerous man, he learns it isn’t always obvious who the bad guys are.

and again by punkhale (1/1 | 3,471 | PG13)

Stiles likes Christmas, he does, but there’s only so many times a guy can hear “Jingle Bells” before seriously contemplating taking a bat to the radio and smashing it into a hundred pieces.

both:

Write Me a Song You Tortured Soul by dearjayycee (1/1 | 2,129 | R)

The first time Stiles ever saw Derek he was standing at the back of a dingy bar, trying to not get caught, Scott at his side. Stiles fell in love instantly, what a cliche. There was just something about the way the man sang…It made his heart melt. 

Hale Storm by iamfrenchy (1/1 | 4,686 | G)

Stiles Stilinski wowed the world when he stepped on stage, he took the world by storm with the help of his band and they were famous, they got to play music and be punk rockers every single day. Derek Hale is in the up and coming punk rock band and when people start calling him the new Stiles, Stiles takes notice.

Or the one where Stiles and Derek are famous and they like each other and write music together.

I thought you were a myth - Part 7

Derek Hale x Reader (x a little bit of Pack)

A/N: This chapter is also fluff and set up for what’s to come. Also getting a little angsty. Sigh, you knew it was inevitable. And yes, I know some characters might be a little OOC (and I literally mean little) but it will make sense in the next part. Sigh. Yes. I will write more. (Here is the masterlist, in case you want to catch up.)

Words: 1,514

Warnings: None that I know of? Well, it starts and ends really fluffy and happy, but gets angsty in the middle. (Actually, mention of dead characters, so, a feels warning. And some light swearing.)

People requested to be tagged: @never-good-enoughhhh

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Xxx

The last way you expected to spend your Sunday began with a jolt.

Literally.

“Dogpile!” Some random voice cried, before you and a still snoring Derek were covered with your laughing pack members. A groan emanated from where you guessed Derek to be in the mass of limbs, the mattress bouncing slightly still from the initial impact.

“If you all don’t get off in the next five seconds, I will-”

“You will what?” Stiles’ voice challenged you back teasingly.

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sterek modern royalty au: stiles is the crown prince, and derek is basically the royal mechanic

happy (belated) birthday literaryoblivion! i hope you like this

Stiles faces the cameras, waves his hand and smiles like he’s been trained his whole life to do. His back aches from the stiff posture, and he resists the urge to run his hands through his hair. A reporter asks him a question about his father’s upcoming peace summit, and Stiles automatically recites the answers.

Remember to smile. Remember the answers. Remember to be charming like Mom taught me.

The reporter thanks him, and Stiles continues down the line, answering more questions about the summit, but also superficial questions like who he was rooting for in the World Cup and what’s the worst thing about being the son of a king. “Never getting good curly fries,” Stiles answers, which isn’t what the reporter expects. “I never get to just run through a drive thru and get fries, and the one time I did, the workers were so nervous my fries were burnt.”

“Couldn’t they just make them for you at the castle?” the reporter asks.

Stiles grins and winks at her. “Just not the same.”

Be charming. Be funny. “You don’t have to be Prince William,” his mother had told him. “You don’t always have to be serious.”

His bodyguards stand by watchfully as Stiles takes photos with a few people, and then he faces the cameras again. His fingers self-consciously go to the waist of his dress pants, because they feel too tight, too restricting. But Lydia had insisted that his outfit was perfectly tailored. “This is what you pay me for, Stiles,” she’d huffed. “Now let me do my job.”

He trusts Lydia with everything, from his clothes and hair to booking his appointments, but that doesn’t make him feel any less constricted and ridiculous in these tight-fitting pants. He misses the days when he could wear oversized khakis and hoodies, despite the fact that he was heir to the throne. Sometimes, he thinks turning eighteen had been the worst thing to happen to him.

Stiles walks towards the car waiting for him on the curb. He waves for the remaining cameras, shouts out a few one-word answers to reporters’ questions, watches as his bodyguards keep more eager reporters from rushing him. At the car, he turns and gives one final, regal wave before slipping inside.

He takes a deep breath once the door’s closed. Without the adrenaline that comes with being in the public eye, his hands start to shake violently.

His driver, Isaac, turns around to look at him. “Are you okay, your highness?”

Stiles concentrates on his breathing – in out in out in out – the panic ebbing, though the shaking doesn’t stop. “I’m fine, Isaac.” He shoots him a weary smile. “Let’s go home.”

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Thank you for an awesome blog! Do you have any celebrity!sterek?

aw, thank you, anon! have some fic recs where one or both of them is famous

  • Play Crack the Sky by Derbobbs (E, 130k) Excerpt from “Hale Pulls the Plug on the Future of Rock,” Rolling Stone, Issue 1203 – Oct. 2014 “Fans and music industry vets alike are left reeling in the wake of bassist Derek Hale’s sudden departure from Smokes for Harris. At a time when the foursome from Beacon Hills, California seems to be on the cusp of rock superstardom after just one double platinum record, Smokes has everything to lose.” Excerpt from “Smokes for Harris: Gladiator,” SPIN.com – Feb. 2015 “Smokes for Harris gives in a little to the pop punk of yesteryear in their sophomore effort, but rather than pandering to fans of a lost era they elevate the genre in a way that hasn’t been seen in quite some time. Frontman Stiles Stilinski works double duty as singer and primary songwriter and proves that he can handle the task even without former bassist Derek Hale.”
  • Just Act Normal by zosofi (E, 79k) If someone had told Stiles back in high school that he would be an Oscar winning actor by the time he turned 25, he would’ve probably told Scott to punch them. The thing is, though…they would’ve been right. Which makes returning to Beacon Hills, center of all that is supernatural and better left avoided, all the more awkward.
  • A Strong Heart and a Nerve of Steel by lupinus, uraneia (E, 22k) Stiles and Derek wake up married in Vegas. Well, they would have if it was legal. In which Stiles is the president’s son, Derek is his bodyguard, and Papa President orders them to pretend to be in love for the sake of gay rights.
  • The Last Song I’ll Write About You by WhoNatural (Not Rated, 2k) “So his face sells records, is what you’re saying,“ she says, and yeah, he’s been talking about the jerkwad for most of his lunch break, but that’s no reason for her to get that glint in her eye. “You must think it’s a pretty marketable face, if it can make someone’s debut album go triple-platinum in the span of two months.”

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anonymous asked:

Sterek prompt: Derek's the captain of the lacrosse team and goes over to Stiles' after a game and Stiles has an asthma attack, so Derek stays up with Stiles in the ER, worrying about him.

why does Stiles have an asthma attack.

why you gotta make me write semi-angst with worried Derek and injured Stiles. WHAT IF, DEREK GETS TAKEN DOWN ON THE FIELD AND STILES HAS BEEN PRETENDING NOT TO LIKE HIM ALL TERM, OK. THEY’VE BEEN JOSTLING EACH OTHER WHEN THEY WALK DOWN THE HALL, STILES HAS BEEN KNOWN TO FLICK PENS AT DEREK’S HEAD, DEREK HAS BEEN KNOWN TO ~ACCIDENTALLY ON PURPOSE GET HIMSELF PUT IN DETENTION WHEN HE HEARS MCCALL TELLING THIS GLORIOUS STORY ABOUT STILES FILLING JACKSON’S LOCKER WITH GLITTER AND BEING PUT IN DETENTION HIMSELF, so you know, Derek kinda wanted to uh, spend time in detention, get a feel for it, he’s a good boy, he’s never done it, he has to, right? rite of passage in highschool. so he sasses a teacher and the whole class IS LIKE OOOOOH SHIT, AND BOOM, DETENTION. LIKE, THEY SAT NEXT TO EACH OTHER IN SILENCE WITH HARRIS GLARING, AND DRAWING ENDLESS HANGMAN GAMES AND STILES THINKS UP THE DIRTIEST WORDS THAT MAKE DEREK’S EARS GO PINK, worth it, though. THERE’S BEEN ENDLESS STARING AT LUNCH AS LYDIA AND ALLISON TALK OVER THEM AND SCOTT EATS STILES’ POPTARTS WITHOUT HIM EVEN NOTICING BECAUSE HE’S TOO BUSY GAZING INTO DEREK’S EYES. 

but shut UP they don’t like each other jESus. Derek is so BOSSY and annoying and makes Stiles run track with him before school, and Stiles is so LOUD with his stories that threaten to make Derek laugh, ugh, and Stiles’ stupid tight jeans and Derek’s stupid PLAIN t-shirts that make Stiles salivate, and UGH the way Stiles eats is oBSCENE and the way Derek almost smirks to himself when he gets an answer right in class or WORSE when he’s goading Stiles into debate and one minute they’re on the national economy and then Stiles is gibing Derek into explaining exactly HOW they’d afford a home in the suburbs if Derek’s going to play lacrosse professionally, is he expecting STILES to be the breadwinner here? and Finstock’s pulling his hair out in the background and Scott’s confused because WHEN DID DEREK AND STILES DECIDE THEY WERE GONNA LIVE TOGETHER? AND— OH. ok they’re glaring again, and Stiles looks smug and Derek looks grossly like… ugh, turned on, he doesn’t wanna know, he’d rather admire his own notes which are neat and beautiful and he can trade with Allison later. so there’s shoving and winding each other up and TOO MUCH SEXUAL TENSION FOR A CLASSROOM SITUATION, but they’re not in to each other GOD.

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The Return: Epilogue

As promised, the ever so fluffy final scene

[Part I] [Part II] [Part III] [Part IV]

Epilogue

 

“We could skip it.”

Derek shook his head but didn’t bother lifting his lips from where they were occupied with Stiles’ neck.

Stiles’ neck was his new favorite thing in the world. Or maybe second thing, after Stiles’ hands. Or third, if he was counting Stiles’ eyes.

If Stiles as an entity counted, then it would have to be bumped to fourth.

Stiles gasped as Derek gently sucked in and Derek had to rearrange the list again. Because the sounds that Stiles made had to be his favorite. There were the gasps and the groans and the moans and – hell, Derek even loved the pitiful little whine that Stiles made whenever he pulled away.

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Get What I Want - Derek Hale Imagine

Prompt #9: If your still taking requests I was wondering if you could write a thing where you’re a cat burglar and you were paid to steal something from Derek’s loft but he catches you and it’s super sassy and cute by then you both kiss cause you entertain him and its fluffy and cute? OH also you’re writing is awesome-sauce;)

A Little Note: Dear Anon, I’m not good with sassy, and I don’t think this imagine was sassy enough, or as sassy as you probably wanted. So since I couldn’t contact you, I tried my best and altered it a little bit by making the reader more of a bold character instead. Very bold. I hope you don’t mind and still enjoy my very first Derek imagine/prompt.

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

When someone names a price how far are you willing to go to get the cash? Are you willing to kill someone, steal something, or manipulate someone for the right amount? If you are, do you have the cold heart to pull the trigger, shoot the arrow, or push the blade and take someone else’s life? Do you have the quick five-finger discount to steal anything without a guilty conscience? Would you make someone fall in love with you just to get something from them?

With me it’s simple, give me a reasonable price and I’ll get whatever you want. It’s nothing personal, its just business. More importantly it’s good business with the Calaveras.

Working for the Calaveras is what pays the bills, buys food, and allows me to spoil myself with the latest gadgets and weapons. It’s more than enough for me to work just for them and not worry about working other jobs.

I don’t work for them every day, at the most maybe 4 or 5 times a month. They call when they need something and I deliver. Then they wire a five or six digit number to my bank account. It’s an agreement we both like and it’s certainly one I don’t have trouble with. 

Tonight is nothing different. I broke into a loft, Derek Hale’s loft to be more specific, to steal something. I’ve never heard of him and I don’t plan on getting to know him either. The Calaveras called saying they needed what’s called a Triskelion. It’s a medallion that supposedly helps werewolves control their shift. The Calaveras hunt and kill werewolves, why they would want something that helps werewolves is beyond me. I don’t ask questions. The less I know, the easier it is for me to do my job.

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anonymous asked:

would pretty pretty please write an au in which derek is a sassy stylist who communicates with sass and eyebrows and stiles is an up and coming artist who totally gets the tingles when derek fixes his jacket or his tie or when he eyes his outfit (which is totally attached to his body so like, technically derek is eyeing him as well and he is so more than okay with that)

this lit a fire within, even though I never expected to picture Derek as a stylist, ever.

~*~

It is not love at first sight.

Derek actually grimaces as they shake hands, eyes flicking disdainfully over Stiles’ worn jeans and dark green plaid shirt, half covering a tee that declares him a fan of Tea trees with a large tree and lots of mugs hanging from the branches adorned across it. He doesn’t look impressed, steps away and flicks imaginary lint off his dark cashmere sweater like the sun isn’t even a match for his ridiculous hotness, and he needs it to keep warm. It’s June.  Don’t even get Stiles started on the neatly pressed grey pants that cling to everything and still have that stupid line down the middle, like who even manages to keep that past midday? Hasn’t Derek sat down yet? Or, accidentally dropped something on himself, or walked into someone holding an ice cream. In a handful of seconds he’s managed to change Stiles’ mind about neat clothes being boring, and that he suddenly finds the look aggressively attractive.

“Hey,” Stiles manages after a minute of openly staring at Derek, “You don’t look happy.”

“I’m never happy,” Derek says flatly, turning to look at Jackson expectantly, “You want me to work with him?”

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Requested FanFic: "Victoria Lives and becomes an Alpha"

At BiteCon, we played a game during my FanFic panel.  Unbeknownst to me, the winners were told their “prize” was a FanFic written by me on a topic of their choice.  This is what they chose.  

Thanks for the prompt.  And thank YOU for reading it.  Enjoy.  

xoxo ~ Eaddy

[ art credit: aggressivefrowning ]

She was unpacking her life into her new room.  I watched her deliberate where every treasure would now reside, which shelf would hold which candle, what wall would bear her only mirror, and precisely how every framed photograph would stand and present itself to her mournful ebon eyes.  Allison had taken each of these pictures herself, captured images of the world as she saw it, placed them in carefully chosen frames and I knew each one by heart, I knew what each one meant to her.  I watched her pulled a last photo from the bottom of the box on her neatly made bed.  

From where I stood on the ledge outside her window, I couldn’t tell what picture it was.  It must have been a new memory and the realization sent a tight ache through my chest.  Allison absently swept an errant bit of hair behind her ear.  She gazed at the photo and her face lit with love.  She gently touched its surface and her face filled with longing as if she could reach back in time to feel loved again and safe again.  Her face was always so easy to read, every emotion flashing there like heat-lightning in a summer sky.   I muttered to myself with an admitted pang of resentment, “Scott.”   Oh, Scott.  He was her first …Love.  My head throbbed.  With a concerted effort, I fought to control the visceral flash of anger I still felt upon recalling their “relationship.”  I grimaced.

My internal battle ceased abruptly.   A feral, menacing growl in Allison’s room.  My eyes flashed and hyper focused.  My body tensed to move, to defend.  But I froze mid stride.  Allison was still alone in the room.  Before I could make sense of what I’d heard, Allison hurled the frame across the room with surprising force, exploding against the far wall it into bits of glass and wood and most certainly destroying the image within.   Okaaay, NOT Scott.  Me.  It’s the picture of us, I thought.  Rather, it was the picture of us, the one Chris took without me knowing, the last thing I’d seen before…

I moved then, all silence and speed, opening the window and entering her room in a blur.  “Temper temper, young lady,”  I chided.   She wheeled and her knife was at my throat before my newly born reflexes could alert me.  Allison’s face contorted like I’d never seen.  Intensely ferocious, she hissed, “No more mind games.  Tell me who or what in the hell you are.  And make your answer true or I will slit you open before you can take your next breath.  Do you understand?!”  My nod was nearly imperceptible.  “SAY IT!” she shouted and the blade bit my flesh, the heat of my own blood surprised me.   

“Like mother like daughter,” I said and I laughed, in spite of myself.  “My Allisaint.”  Allison took a wavering step back and blanched.  The knife dropped dully to the carpeted floor, marring the cream surface with a dark smear. I saw her knees begin to buckle and I wrapped my arms around her and laid her on the bed in an instant.

“Easy now,”  I drawled.  She stared at me, and her lips moved but no sounds came.  “You’re speechless?!  Well, THAT you get from your father,” I chuckled, “Not from me.”  I smiled to reassure her, but she only looked more frightened and it worried me.  

“Deaton said– Deaton.  He said we wou — I would — like Death.  Seeing things.  Not real,” she stammered.

“It’s okay.  Shhh.  I know.  I know.  You’re okay,” I said and stroked her hair.  “You’re more than okay.  Breathe, Allison.  Just breathe.”

She took a deep, jagged breath and said, “How?”

“Through the window,” I said, knowing that was not really the question she was asking.  “Since Scott so often came and went through the window, I thought it might be appropriate if I came back the same way.”  I forced a laugh, trying to be light-hearted, but I heard the accusation in my own voice.  Yet, Allison didn’t seem to notice.

She sat bolt upright.  “I knew you knew!”  She blurted with a stifled laugh.  “I’m so stupid!  Scott said — well, he didn’t think — ”  and then she did laugh, which made me laugh in ernest and the tension bubbled out of us, relief uncoiling the muscles in my body.  Our eyes watered and neither of us could catch our breath. But the laughter evaporated as quickly as it had come.

She locked her eyes with mine and I saw a coldness I never imagined she could possess, hoped she would never posses.  She said, “How could you.”   It was more of a statement than a question.  The words hung in the air between us, time froze and pure fear crystallized at the top of my spine, a shiver crawling across my scalp.  This person was a stranger.  I had forfeited the Right to know her, to call her Mine.  And I was afraid.  I was afraid my Allisaint, my daughter, had left me.  Forevermore.     

The fear gripped me and I felt The Shift begin.   I saw the crimson glow of my eyes reflected in her distant, dark irises.  “You’re an — ” she began.  

Without another word, her arms were around me and I my heart pounded in my ears.  She said, “When you…died…I died, too.  Mom.  An important part of me died.”  She buried her face in my shoulder, tears soaking my shirt.  I thought of Derek Hale.  

“Don’t ever do that again!” she said, voice muffled.  “Don’t ever leave me again.”  

I said nothing.  I just held her.  I held this young woman in my arms, this young woman who was still my baby girl.  I held her just like I held her in the picture.  And as I looked up, he was there.  My love, my rock, my compass.  I don’t know how long Chris had been in the room, standing utterly still in the doorway, peace easing the lines of his unshaven face for the first time in months.  He raised his hands in front of him as if taking a picture.  I rolled my eyes in feigned exasperation.  He smiled.  I smiled.  

“Allison?”  I said.  “Love, there are things you need to know.  And there are people who don’t want you to know them.  We need to talk, Allison.  You’re ready.”

*prop photo taken on “Teen Wolf” Season 2 set. (using my phone, btw :) 

Preference #4

~ Never Let Me Go ~

Scott:

Scott’s POV:

My wounds from my latest encounter with the Alpha pack stung like hell as the hot water rolled off my body. They were taking much longer than usual to heal, which worried me to no end. Sighing deeply I turned off the shower head and stepped out of the stall drying myself off and throwing on a pair of sweats. Exiting the bathroom, my eyes fell on the sleeping form of Y/N. 

Instead of seeing the smiling girl I had become accustomed to, I saw one with a troubled expression. Immediately, I rushed to her side taking her hand to see if she was in any kind of pain, but apparently she wasn’t. At least not the physical kind. “No, no, no,” She mumbled over and over again visibly agitated. 

“Sh, its ok. You’re safe Y/N.” 

My assurances didn’t have any affect on her and the moonlight let in by the windows showed that she had broken out into a cold sweat. Oh God, what was going on? I didn’t want to wake her up, but seeing that whatever was bothering her had yet to fade I gently shook her arm. “Y/N, its just a dream. Its just a dream.”

Slowly she awoke, and when her eyes opened I felt mine widen at the sheer panic they held. What on earth had shaken her up so badly? When she finally spoke her tone chilled me, she sounded like she had seen a ghost. 

“It wasn’t a dream though…it was a nightmare.”

One arm dangled over the side of the bed and I took her hand pressing a kiss onto the back of it before asking her if she wanted me to sleep with her tonight. She nodded feebly and I wondered if she could even muster words at this point. 

I so desperately wanted to ask what her nightmare was about, but I knew she wasn’t ready to talk about it, so I kept my mouth shut. Lowering myself next to her I held her frail body close to mine. “I’m here now and I won’t let go of you. So get some rest, alright beautiful?”

She nodded and as the minutes ticked by I felt my eyelids drooping, but never quite closing entirely due to Y/N’s constant fidgeting. Maybe I was holding on too tight? She did after all have those fragile bird-like bones that always worried me. I loosened my grip just a little, but she noticed. Swiftly, her hands left their place beside her and took hold of mine, bringing them closer and in turn making my arms tighten around her body.

“No. Stay right here.”

I smiled into her hair willing her turbulent thoughts to disappear once and for all. “I wasn’t leaving Y/N, I was just-“

“I know. But stay.”

“Alright.”

Derek:

The silky midnight black sheets crumpled in my fists as I woke up gasping for air with my heart beating at a hundred miles per hour. No exaggeration. Derek grumbled next to me shifting slightly in his sleep and snapping me out of my daze. This was real. This. 

Not the horrible world that had haunted my nightmares.

As tears sprung to my eyes I could feel myself about to full on sob, but knowing that I would wake up Derek I cried quietly, my chest heaving with the effort of silencing the pain. Sweat mixed with the salty tears running down my face and I squeezed my eyes shut wanting to escape. Sniffling I brought my knees closer and wrapped my arms around them in an effort to pull myself together.

Stop overreacting Y/N, why can’t you just be normal for once? 

In the midst of all of this I realised in shock that I had accidentally let one of my cries be heard. The sound had found its way out of my throat and into the room landing in a mangled heap as if it had been squeezed out. There was no way Derek didn’t hear that.

I buried my face in my hands. Why was I such a mess? Before I had a chance to wipe away the embarrassing tears that had leaked down my face and pretend that everything was fine a hand came out from behind me and enveloped my entire frame in a protective hug. 

Slowly, I looked up and let myself relax into Derek’s arms as he rocked me back and forth. I felt like a child again, but the way he looked at me let me know it was alright. When I was with him at least, it was alright for me to be vulnerable. “You should have woken me up as soon as it happened,” He scolded, but I could tell he couldn’t bring himself to lecture me like he usually would have. 

“I’m fine. Really.”

I felt him move behind me and suddenly the bedside lamp was on, the light breaking through the otherwise gloomy room. “Don’t lie. Especially when I can see that you’re as far from fine as possible.”

“Go back to bed, Derek.” 

“No.”

The familiar sensation of his stubble rubbing against my bare skin made me flutter my eyes open and I craned my neck only to see that he was now resting his head on my shoulder. “I’ll stay up with you all night if I have to.”

By the light of the lamp I saw our two shadows flung across the opposite wall and sighed knowing that there was no changing his mind. But truth be told, I was the luckiest girl in the world to have someone as stubborn as him to hold me tight no matter how many times I would deny needing him. 

Isaac:

Isaac’s POV:

Y/N’s hair was plastered to the side of her face with sweat as she tossed and turned restlessly on the bed. The glass of water in my hand completely forgotten, I ran to where she lay taking in her furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips. This was the third time this week and she still refused to go see a doctor. “Its just a nightmare,” She kept saying.

And maybe so, but anything that caused her to go for nights on end without proper sleep was worth a trip to the hospital. Suddenly, a violent shiver ran through her body making her figure convulse. “Y/N!”

Throwing aside the glass that landed with a loud clatter, I brought my hands to her face watching with concern as she slowly regained consciousness. “Isaac?” Her voice said softly sounding so lost it tugged at my heartstrings.

“Its me. What’s going on?”

“I-Nothing.”

“Really? This again? Come on Y/N just-“ I stopped talking at once, feeling the barely contained anger boil under my skin. I had to keep my temper under check.

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” She said so quietly I almost missed it. 

I pinched the bridge of my nose disheartened by the fear in her voice. I didn’t want her to be scared of me; if she was then how could I ever expect her to open up and tell me the truth? I wasn’t stupid, there had to be something haunting her if she couldn’t even sleep for a few hours without nightmares terrorising her. But it seemed tonight just wasn’t the night for me to get some answers.

Tonight was the night for me to be there for her. “I’m sorry, I understand.”

She needed no further persuasion to come into my open arms and within the blink of an eye the drumming of a slightly off-beat heart could be heard as Y/N’s torso pressed against mine. Her head  was tucked neatly under my chin and I breathed in the scent of her. A warm vanilla that never seemed to fade.

Stiles:

My camisole was slipping off my right shoulder as I sat on the bed panting, the demons in my head swirling around and refusing me even a wink of rest. The alarm on the bedside table showed that it was 11pm, way too late for me to still be awake. I knew I should have just gone back to sleep, or at least tried to, but how could I close my eyes with the knowledge that my nightmares would be waiting for me?

Cold fingers brushed my hand bringing me out of my reverie and I turned around to see Stiles gazing at me in confusion with his thin white shirt clinging to his body. I quickly turned away knowing I must look like a mess. The strands of my hair were in a disheveled mess and I could not find it in myself to fake a smile and say that everything was OK. I just couldn’t. Not right now.

Slowly his fingers gathered up my hair, gently placing it to one side, and pushed up the strap of my camisole putting it back in its place. From there they dragged down the length of my arm and when they found mine they intertwined lovingly, but I still resisted looking at him. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but you don’t have to hide anything from me either.”

“I hide things for a good reason Stiles. ‘Cause if you saw some of the things that I saw you just might leave me.”

“Never,” He said adamantly a hard edge to his voice as if he was daring me to contradict him. Bending down he pressed a soft kiss on my collarbone and brought me closer, his arms folding over mine and our legs becoming a tangled mess. Sincerity dripped from his voice as he uttered his next words. “I’ll take care of you Y/N.”

Nestling my head into the crook of his neck I felt my eyes cloud over and this time I no longer feared the oblivion of sleep. Why should I when I could feel Stiles’ presence so close to mine? I believed in his every word.

(A/N: So the request was for a fluffy preference of the boys cuddling you after a nightmare. No names were mentioned, so I used the four “main” guys. Coincidentally, the title of this preference is the same as that of two songs. One by Florence+The Machine and one by Lana Del Rey. I’m a big Lana Del Rey fan, so if you want to listen to that click here. The song doesn’t really apply to this, or at least I don’t think so, but it’s amazing! Hope you liked both this pref. and the song!)

quantitatitivity  asked:

Hi! For that drabble meme, could you please do 84 ("I'm dying.) with Sterek but make it lighthearted? I love how you can turn angsty prompts into cutesy ones instead. It's awesome. Please and thank you!

[This is pure fluff just for you, honey. Thank you and I hope you like it!]

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“I’m dying.” Emmaline whines, clutching at her father’s shirt. “I’m dying, daddy.”

“You’re not dying, sweetie.” Emma’s dad says, running a hand over her back. Despite his words he shoots Derek a desperate look like saying ‘she’s not dying, is she?’.

Derek smiles fondly, reaches out to ruffle Emma’s hair. “You have the chickenpox.” Emma looks up at him confusedly, her pretty face dotted with blisters. “It’s nothing bad, but you won’t be able to play outside with other kids for some time.”

Emma’s bottom lip quivers at Derek’s words and she turns to her dad with pleading eyes. “Hey, listen to the doctor.” Mr. Stilinski says. “Thank you.” He tells Derek, smiling softly.

Derek’s stomach fills with stupid butterflies and he has to take a deep breath to recompose himself. He feels like a teenager all over again. Ugh.

“It’s –” he clears his throat, “it’s my job.” Mr. Stilinski nods, brushes his daughter’s hair with his left hand.

The fact that he’s not wearing wedding ring doesn’t go unnoticed.

“I can’t play with Thomas, daddy?” Emma interrupts Derek’s train of thought. “Not even for five minutes?”

“I don’t think so, baby.” Her father answers. “You don’t want him to get sick too, right?”

The little girl shrinks into her dad’s hold. “No.” She whispers.

She looks on the verge of tears again, and her dad is not too far from joining her. “Here.” Derek decides, scribbling a few words on the paper he has in hand. “This will help you feel better.” He offers the paper to Mr. Stilinski, smiles when the other man arches an eyebrow.

“Chocolate ice-cream?”

“I heard it’s her favorite.” He winks at Emma, laughs when she lets out a loud ‘whoooop’.

“It is! It is!” Emma celebrates, clapping her small hands happily. “Daddy, ice cream!”

“I know.” Her dad laughs. “I’ll buy it when we head home. Here, hold Mr. Snuffles while daddy talks to Doctor Hale for a moment, okay?”

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