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Victorian/Regency Sterek Fics

*I have not read any of these*

This is for @demisexualhale. Hope you like these!

Pride and Place by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace) (62,933)

Derek Hale, Earl of Osterbrook, has inherited, following the death of Lord Montfort, a run down house in Yorkshire he neither needs nor wants, convinced his staff are robbing him, and with the mystery of a missing ward, he manages to get himself talked into a ridiculous bet, that he cannot pass as a steward until Midwinter, nearly two months away. So can he maintain the charade? Find the missing child? And manage to turn the shambles of a house around, or will he give up and let Peter take the thousand pounds he bet.

A Curious Couplement by idareu2bme (40,375)

Derek is a simple horseman from the mountains, Stiles is an enthusiastic university graduate ready to make a name for himself. In any other situation, they would have gone their entire lives never having met. It’s probably a good thing then, that they both happened to be in the wrong place at the right time.

Remember My Love by bleep0bleep (23,358)

Stiles wakes up and suddenly the war is over, he’s no longer a penniless mage, and living in an exquisite manor married to the man he’s been in love with for far too long.

“It’ll be fine,” Stiles says gallantly. “I am certain I will just fall in love with my husband all over again, and I will find plenty of joy doing that.” He winks at Derek for good measure.
Derek blinks.

Things We Lost by Dexterous_Sinistrous (20,039)

“Who … who am I to wed?”

A small flash of guilt covered the king’s features before he was able to recover. “Your union will join the royal families—joining our family to the Hales.”

Dread and sorrow sunk in Stiles’ stomach as he closed his eyes.

There was only one Hale left unharmed by the great fire that nearly wiped out the entire royal family—the Dread Wolf of Triskelia, Crowned King Derek Hale.

*Read the tags for this one, there’s some dubcon that could be triggering

The Gentleman And The Fox by bleep0bleep, Inkforwords (15,707)

Derek doesn’t expect much from his arranged marriage. When his inattentive husband, Lord Stiles Stilinski, tells him he’s free to look for a lover, he doesn’t know where to start, until a dashing bandit named the Red Fox catches his eye.
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The Fox winks again. “Have a good night, Derek,” he purrs in a sultry tone, and then climbs back on the horse and disappears into the night.
Derek walks up the path towards the manor in a daze, and it isn’t until he’s inside when he realizes he never told the Fox his name or where he lived.

The Prince and His Painter by Dexterous_Sinistrous (8,512)

Stiles was always a sick child. He was never supposed to live beyond his infancy—shocking many when he reaches adulthood. With his inevitable death looming over his country, Stiles chooses to accept a successor through marriage. His advisors commission a painter to capture the prince’s likeness in order to advertise him to potential candidates. Only, Derek Hale isn’t like most painters—or humans, for that matter.

Scowls and Sarcasm by dr_girlfriend (26,054)

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single alpha in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a mate.

Whether or not Derek Hale felt that way was hardly a concern to the neighborhood — the very fact of his arrival was enough that the surrounding families seemed to consider him the rightful property of one or another of their eligible sons and daughters. That was, of course, before they met the man.

The Perils of Petticoats by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace) (30,248)

A She Stoops to Conquer AU

Stiles is an omega who is bullied by his beta stepmother into wearing a dress during the day, so when his new suitor turns out to be painfully shy around society he pretends to be a servant girl (a homely one) to get to know the real person, whilst his step mother tries to marry her alpha daughter to her omega ward despite neither of them want it, and the sheriff (called Josiah) tries to remain constantly drunk for the entire weekend.

A Gentleman’s Secret by DLanaDHZ (15,232)

Stiles Stilinski has lived 19 years without revealing his secret. He’s a fine gentleman, a stellar horseman, and a sassy addition to any conversation, but he keeps his true feelings to himself. When the Hale family moves into the county, the Stilinski’s throw a ball in their honor and Stiles in swept up into the gravity of the eldest son. Propriety tells him to keep his distance, but can he ignore the urges pulling them ever closer? At first sight, Stiles is already undone.

Ardently by roundelet (13,344)

Mr Stilinski contends with the loss of his family’s funds, an unfortunate predilection for pastries, and an inconvenient attraction to this Season’s most eligible bachelor.

Lord Hale contends with a reluctant return to Society, hiding a war injury from meddling sisters, and the trials of courting a thoroughly oblivious young man.

Lone Wolf by Peasantaries (6/12 regularly updated WIP, 12,705)

If Stiles weren’t mistaken, he would almost say King Hale was amused. My, he might even be smiling, if the uneven line that’s broken his stiff mouth could be called that.

But that was absurd. Kings don’t smile. Especially King Hale.

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Love is not love until it’s made to suffer: until it’s made to endure the strain of separation.

Regency Sterek by inappropriate_happiness (fanart)

Art for A Single Man in Possession of Dougnuts by using_this_name (fanart)

Let me know if you have a trope you want me to find and I’ll make you a list.

Imagine Stiles accidentally professing his love for Derek because he walked in when Stiles was shouting at Scott about how he and Derek shouldn’t go waltzing into danger becasue they’ll end up hurting themselves.

“Derek’s a werewolf - an alpha - he’ll heal.”
“That’s not the point, Scott!”
“Why do you care so much if Derek gets hurt?”
“Because I love him!”

marino-kun  asked:

Do you take prompt? What about Stiles having a secret crush on Derek but when saw him, taking care Scott's son, he fell in love.

I’m not much of a kid fic person, so this took me a while, but I tried. Hopefully it’s kind of what you were angling for!

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“Do you think I’m ready for fatherhood?” Stiles asks, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. He’s not freaking out about this. He’s not.

Boyd says flatly, “Stilinski, you’re twenty-one years old. You’re supposed to know how to use a condom by now.“

Stiles’ hand spasms and he accidentally squirts a huge glob of ketchup on his mound of curly fries. Fuck. He has the ideal ketchup-to-curly-fry ratio down to a science, and this is not it. “No, absolutely not what I meant. It’s just. Did you know Derek had a kid?”

Boyd meditatively takes a bite of his burger. “No. But the nice thing about Derek is that he doesn’t go in for personal talk.”

Stiles shoots him a weird look. Of course Boyd would think that was nice. Stiles, though, has been trying to break down Derek’s walls even just a little bit for months now—sitting with him in class, sharing his notes, studying with him in the library and getting late-night waffles together afterwards, little by little pulling Derek out of his shell. He’d thought he was getting somewhere, but obviously not, not if Derek failed to mention this kid even existed.

Which he does. Stiles knows, because he can see him right now, over by Prof. Martin’s pool. Apparently his name is Jamie.

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Teen Wolf is getting closer and closer to its final hour and I still can’t believe that Jeff Davis thought people were going to hate Derek and treat him like the villain. You write a character with such a tragic background, who has lost every single person he ever cared about and feels deeply responsible for it, who is crushed by his own guilt but is actually an abuse survivor who has been manipulated since he was a kid. You write a hero who loose every single fight, who keeps losing everyone he loves and keeps being manipulated again and again and still NEVER GIVES UP. You add to this Tyler Hoechlin’s face and a bad boy look that screams “heart of gold!” How was I supposed to hate him?

A Flirt

For the Anon who requested “a crossover of Criminal Minds and NCIS where the reader is married to Morgan and while meeting Gibbs’ team for the case Tony flirts with Reader and Morgan yells at Tony and started to being protective of reader around tony” 

You sat at your desk file open in front of you, fingers flying as you entered data points into a grid before transferring them to an online map. Reid usually handled the whole profile ‘map’ thing, but since he was in Vegas seeing his mother, and since you were still in Quantico on a home case you figured you’d give it a shot.

“I am the man!” You whooped, spinning around in your chair, with the intention of announcing your victory to your husband, Emily, and any other team members passing through. Instead you were met with several people you’d never seen before, all wearing visitor badges.

Your hands dropped from their victory stance and your mouth opened slightly as you cheeks flushed. You quickly stood from your seat, coming around the desk, trying to regain an air of professionalism.

“I, uh, Agent (Y/N) Morgan” You offered, looking the group over, “Can I help you with something?” You asked voice going up slightly in the end. No one told you that people were coming in for questioning.

“Why yes you are, and yes you can.” One of the men offered, giving you a charming grin. You raised an eyebrow him momentarily noting the the handsome face and at ease demeanor. A player for sure.

“I am.” You nodded, “And I will. But first I need to know who you are.” You replied easily, earning a smirk from the rest of the group. The man closest to you (not the flirt) was obviously the oldest, he nodded his head at you, producing a badge, holding it up for you to inspect.

“We’re NCIS. I spoke to your director earlier, about the Mulaney case.” You nodded, mouth going into a small ‘o’ as you glanced in the direction of Hotch’s office.

“Well, apparently I am the last to know, however, the man you’re probably looking for Agent…”

“Gibbs.”

“Agent Gibbs, that’s his office there.” You pointed towards Hotch’s closed door and smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You expected Gibbs and his entire team to head in the direction you pointed them, and was slightly surprised when the other three people held back, looking around your office curiously.

“I didn’t know they let beautiful woman like you work for the FBI.” The flirty one grinned, leaning casually on the desk you’d previously been sitting at.

“They do when they’re as smart as she is,” Someone said from behind you and you rolled your eyes, feeling lips connect with your cheek, “Got you coffee, and a sandwich, baby girl. I don’t see us getting much down time so eat now.” You chuckled at the cheek kiss. Derek was not usually affectionate at work, but god he couldn’t miss an opportunity to stake his claim. “Hello, I’m Agent Derek /Morgan/.” He practically growled. offering his hand to the flirty man, causing his two teammates to grin and snicker.

“Agent DiNozzo..” He mumbled taking the hand, and you watched as Derek, you sweet loving and ever caring husband asserted his dominance over some poor man who never had a chance.

“Now if you’re done eyeing my wife, we’ll be holding a briefing in the conference room.” 

Turns out the NCIS team was going to be joining you on this case, and for most of the week it went as thus. DiNozzo purposely ignoring you. You purposely being extra friendly and attentive with DiNozzo, because you thought it was funny.  And Derek practically breathing down the poor man’s neck.

“I want (Y/N) and DiNozzo to go back and recheck all of the alibis, dig a little deeper, see if anything overlaps.” Hotch announced tossing an SUV key at you, which you caught with ease (thank you softball.)

“Hotch.” Derek grumbled, “I think it would be better if I went, let DiNozzo here take Reid to the morgue.”

“Yes.” Tony nodded, and you smirked, rolling your eyes. You put a hand on Derek’s arm, squeezing briefly, shaking your head.

“I’m fine, Hotch, we’re fine. Right DiNozzo?” You asked, and he again nodded his head.

“Yes, of course.”

“Right Morgan?” You asked, turning around and giving a smirk to your big old overprotective husband. He didn’t answer for a moment and you raised your eyebrow, challenging him to say no and admit he was being jealous.

“Of course, dear.” You laughed.

“Good.” You grinned, turning and starting towards the cars, “Come on DiNozzo.” With one more slightly worried look in Derek’s direction Tony took off at a jog after you, eyes focused completely above your head of course. Nowhere else. Never.

Married Life

Derek wakes up to the birds chirping outside and the sun shining on his face, as a soft breeze blew in from the open window. Stiles must have opened it this morning to get some fresh air into the house. Derek rolls over searching for his husband only to find empty sheets that seemed to have been vacant for quite some time. He frowns sitting up, he searches around the room trying to find his better half, so he can drag him back to bed for some anniversary sex.

It was their four year anniversary and Derek intended to make love to his husband all day. He gets out of the bed slipping on his robe and stepping into his slippers. Stiles always teased him for having a robe and slippers calling Derek an old man before Derek pinned him to the bed showing him what this “old man” could do. He walks over to the open door their dog following close behind him. He notices a sticky note on the door and takes it off the door, he chuckles softly when he sees that it says, “Happy Anniversary!” on it.

Of course Stiles would do this on their anniversary. He follows the arrow on the sticky note finding another one on the bathroom door.

“Four long years we’ve been married” Derek reads. He rolls his eyes biting his lip to keep himself from smiling so hard. He follows the directions given on the note finding one on the closet door.

“I can’t believe I used to hate you!” It says. Derek laughs at this remembering how they used to argue whenever they saw each other. He goes down the stairs finding one on the banister. He picks it up reading it.

“Sorry I got you arrested…”

Derek snorts looking over at the other banister like the note told him. He finds another one picking it up.

“You make my world ten times more brighter!” he reads. He smiles looking at the little sun Stiles drew. He follows the instructions to go to the kitchen and finds a note on the toaster. He picks it up feeling giddy.

“Sorry I burn the toast…”

Derek laughs at the sad face remembering all the times Stiles attempted to make toast, but always ended up burning it. He looks at the cabinets and sees another note reading it.

“And break plates…”

He chuckles remembering when Stiles dropped a plate the other day and started crying. He made sure the Stiles felt better by buying him the biggest chocolate milkshake at their favorite ice cream place. He heads over to the counter like the instructions said and reads a note.

“And put the dent in the counter…”

Derek snorts remembering when they first started having sex and slamming Stiles onto the counter leaving a huge dent in their counter. He smiles following the instructions to go to the dining room. He sets the other notes down on their table reading the one left at the edge.

“I love it when you make pasta…” it says. He looks where the arrow on the note was pointing.

“Or make me coffee in the mornings.” he reads as soon as he finds the note. Derek grins at the blue coffee cup Stiles drew that was like the one in the cabinet right now. He continues to look in the same direction finding another note.

“You have no idea how much I appreciate you!” he reads. He feels his cheeks heat up and his chest swell. He follows the instructions of going to the living making sure to take all the notes with him. He finds a note on the back of the couch picking it up.

“I love watching those boring documentaries with you.” Derek reads. He smiles remembering how Stiles spent most of the time whining and complaining about how they were boring, but continued to watch them because he knew Derek liked them. He reads the instructions and heads over to the bookshelf and picks up another note reading it.

“You’re so peaceful when you read.”

Derek blushes and follows the arrow over to their DVD rack where they kept all the DVD’s they’ve collected over the years. He finds another note in the superhero section picking it up.

“You have a horrible taste in superheroes!” he reads. He laughs shaking his head, only Stiles would argue about that. He follows the instructions on the note and walks over to the coffee table.

“But you always make it up to me.” Derek reads. He smirks remembering the countless times he’s had Stiles on the coffee table, as Derek gave him a blowjob while they watched another Batman movie. He picks up the note looking where it was pointing at and heads over to his study. He finds a note on the door.

“I admire how hard you work.” it says. He smiles walking into the study spotting a note on the computer. He reads it’s chuckling.

“Thanks for letting me play games on here.”

He smiles following the sign that points at his bookshelf. He grabs it biting his lip.

“I love that you have an endless amount of amazing books!” he reads. He smiles looking at his bookshelf, picturing Stiles running his hand along the spines of the books as Derek works on his latest project. He follows the arrow to his desk seeing a note on one of his latest designs.

“You’re drawings are truly amazing Derek.”

Derek smiles picking the note up he looks around his desk looking for any more. He sees a note on the drawing he has been working on for years for the Hale house. He picks it up and reads it.

“Someday we’ll have the perfect house.” he reads. Derek gives a soft smile tracing a finger over the small, blue house. He chuckles at the instructions telling him to keep looking in the same direction. He finds another one next to the drawing seeing the same blue house.

“The perfect place to have children.” it says. He lets out a low growl his wolf going wild at the thought of having pups around the house. He looks at the two hearts close to the house, one heart blue and the other pink. He frowns wondering why the other one was blue, he walks out of his study following the instructions to look for the dog. He finds the note on the dog’s collar.

“You’re so loving even to the smallest things.” Derek reads. He smiles petting the dog fondly. The dog showed up at their house 2 years ago hurt and cold. He didn’t want to keep the dog, but gave in when Stiles gave him the puppy eyes Derek could never say no to. He reads the instructions and heads to the front door peeling off the note.

“And caring!” he reads. He smiles looking at the hearts surrounding the word caring. He follows the instructions to look at screen door opening the front door. He finds another note with a heart.

“Words cannot express how much I love you!” it says. He feels his chest swell at the endearing note, he walks onto the porch finding a note on the stairs.

“You’re so brave Derek.” he reads. He gives a small smile looking around for Stiles, but only sees more notes on their walkway. He walks down the stairs picking up the first one.

“You have the most amazing smile!” he reads. Derek chuckles shaking his head, only Stiles would be this cheesy. He walks over to the second note and picks it up.

“I get lost in your eyes every time I look at you!”

Derek snorts cringing a little at how corny it was. He walks over to the next note bending down.

“I love you to the moon and beyond!” Derek reads smiling fondly. It was Stiles’s favorite saying even though it was supposed to be a joke. He looks at the big stack of sticky notes in his hand smiling, this was way better than his idea. He finds the next one not too far away almost at the end of the walkway. He picks it up and reads it.

“This is where we first kissed and the moment I realized I loved you.”

Derek bites his lip remembering the day Stiles kissed him for the first time. How his heart was beating out of his chest and the way Stiles looked at him. He follows the instructions and heads to the woods finding a note on the tree that leads into the woods.

“I’m sorry your family is dead. I would do anything to them back to you…” Derek frowns as he reads the note confused on why the sudden change in the mood. He continues on finding more notes on more trees.

“I’m sorry you’ve struggled for so long…” Derek reads. His frown continues as he reads more notes.

“I’m sorry people say mean things when they see us in public…”

Derek starts to panic. He hurries to the next note trying to figure out what was going on.

“I’m sorry I can’t get pregnant.” the next one says. Derek adds it to his pile and heads for the last note smelling Stiles’s familiar scent.

“I’m sorry for ever making you cry.” the very last note says. He follows Stiles’s scent the notes balled in his fist. He’s interpret them later, but right now he needs to be with Stiles. When he finally reaches Stiles he pulls him into a hug breathing in his scent. Stiles giggles hugging him back.

“What’s wrong is everything alright?!” Derek asks checking for any cuts or bruises. Stiles laughs and pushes him away.

“I’m fine Derek,” Stiles says fixing his shirt. “What makes you think anything is wrong?”

“The notes.” Derek says frowning. Stiles laughs again and shakes his head.

“You’re forgetting the most important ones.” Stiles says. He points at the note on his shirt. Derek peels it off reading it.

“I can’t wait for you to be a father!” he reads. He looks at Stiles confused. Stiles gives him a smile and lifts up his shirt to reveal a small baby bump with a sticky note on it.

“A father to a beautiful, baby boy…or girl.” it says. Derek looks up his eyes wide. He drops to his knees pulling the note off Stiles tummy. He sets his ear on Stiles’s stomach listening to Stiles’s heartbeat and one more. He looks up tears pooling in his eyes.

“How far along are you?” Derek asks.

“Three months.” Stiles says running a hand through Derek’s hair.

“How did I not know?” Derek whispers. He rests his head on Stiles’s stomach again.

“I had Deaton help me hide it,” Stiles says. “I wanted it to be a surprise for you.”

“I thought-I thought that we couldn’t get pregnant.” Derek says. He kisses Stiles’s stomach listening to the small heartbeat again.

“Deaton found this spell book and I found something about pregnancies, so I figured I’d try it.” Stiles says. Derek continues to rub his stomach the tears flowing down his cheeks.

“I’m going to be a dad?” He asks shocked. Stiles laughs continuing to run his hands through Derek’s hair.

“Happy anniversary babe.” Stiles says. Derek stands up and kisses his husband with as much emotion he could pour into a kiss. This truly was the best anniversary gift a man could possible get from his spouse.

(Just a little thing I did yesterday nothing too important. There were also some baby hints in there see if you can try and find them except the last two they just give it away. There’s a couple!)

anonymous asked:

hi carrie, i just found out one of the cats we've had for a good decade is having to be put down and i was wondering if you had any feel good sterek/zimbits fic recs to make me less sad? maybe where they have pets and and super happy bc in fanfiction the cruel reality of outliving your pets doesn't exist? hope you're having a better day than me :)

i’m so sorry to hear about your cats, bb. i know that you are sad that you outlived them, but i hope you can think of it as you giving them the best lives that they had while they were here, and i bet your cat appreciated and loved you a lot.

here are some fluffy sterek fics featuring pets and i hope you feel better soon.  ❤ ❤ ❤

  • Light Up My World Like Nobody Else by lissadiane (T, 6k)  In which Stiles Stilinski has a little too much to drink, and steals a baby goat.
  • Care and Feeding by otter (T, 3k)  Derek desperately needs to fire the newest volunteer at the kitten nursery. Mostly because the guy keeps saying things.
  • BunBun the Bunny by DomesticatedChaos (G, 6k) Derek gets a pet. It’s not what anyone expects. 
  • Barking Bad by lazarusthefirst (E, 28k)  ‘I wish you wouldn’t call the dogs “customers”, Derek,’ Cora complained, rubbing an acetone-soaked rag over her jeans to get the paint splashes off. ‘It’s not like they pay or anything.’
    ‘I cut off their nails and Kira pins bows to their collars,’ Derek said, flatly. ‘They pay, alright.’
  • I Know Who I Want To Take Me Home by WhoNatural (T, 5k) "I was digging in my garden and I found your time capsule with a bunch of weird stuff in it, sorry I went through it" AU (That’s not exactly what happens, but kind of.)
  • derek has too many cats by pantstomatch (T, 2k) “I thought it would be funny,” Scott says. His smile wavers. “It’s not?” Stiles looks at the lock screen of his phone again—Derek is scowling at the camera, Henley unbuttoned. He looks sleep-mussed and unamused and there are two fuzzy balls of floof cradled in his arms. One is pawing at Derek’s mouth, the other is asleep in the curve of his elbow. Both are stripy orange and fluffy-furred with pink noses and pink beans, they are so super cute it makes Stiles’s eyes water a little. “No, Scott,” Stiles says slowly, “it is not.” What it is is devastating, never mind the fact that Stiles immediately set the picture as his wallpaper as soon as Scott sent it to him.
  • Dog’s Best Friend by otter (G, 9k)  Other people might have found the name of the place off-putting. Stiles didn’t. He was actually relieved, when Scott handed him a business card that said “HALEHOUNDS” across the top, because clearly, if anybody could recognize and understand the evil that lurked within his dog’s fluffy precious body, it was these people.
  • Puppy Love by Jerakeen (T, 7k) "You stole half the dogs in town,“ his dad says, hands on his hips. “I should arrest you.” “They’re in protective custody,” Stiles corrects him. He’s trying to sound serious, but it’s almost impossible when you have a Pomeranian eating your hair.

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Him X

Originally posted by kdrauhl

Pairing: Shawn x Y/N

Request: It was requested a long time ago lol

Warnings: Angst? Shitty ass writing

A/N: So here it is!! This’ll probably be the last part?? Idk we’ll see


Shawn’s P.O.V

A week has passed since I put Derek up for adoption. I thought if I did I’d forget Y/N completely, but boy was I wrong.

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Animal (Liam Dunbar)

Sequel to only told the moon: https://radwriting.tumblr.com/post/161750888217/only-told-the-moon-liam-dunbar but also based this off the trailers for season 6B. July 30th can’t come soon enough!

Originally posted by teenwolfobsessed

things were different. When we walked the halls people stared. It was like they knew something I didn’t. I get being the new girl and everything, but this was different. I tried to ignore it but when everybody is staring you down it’s kind of hard.

“what are you staring at?” I growled at no one in particular.

what the hell was going on? I walked to the library sitting down at an empty table with my boyfriend Liam Dunbar. Liam and I had been dating for only about three months now. We made it official after that night on my rooftop. I transferred to Beacon Hills from Devenford Prep after I failed a couple tests (because I was spending to much time on Liam and too little time on my school work.) My mom said I could transfer if I promised to do better in school. 

“Liam I just don’t get it!” I said frustrated already.

I looked over at Liam who was on his phone. He was probably talking to his friends that I wasn’t allowed to meet. Liam still hadn’t told me the secret that caused him to ignore me. It was really bothering me because sometimes he’d leave and I wouldn’t hear from him for a couple days. I kept telling him if he was in trouble I could help but he just kept saying that he’ll tell me when the time is right. I didn’t know what to think anymore. We were soon joined by a guy in my biology class.

“studying for the Bio test?” He asks sitting down with his books.

“trying to yeah.” I said giving him a smile.

“I’m trying to understand how organisms evolve and change.” He says opening his textbook and pulling out a pen.

“I don’t think this is on the test.” I said looking through my notes.

“do you think DNA changes?” He questioned narrowing his eyes.

I was a little wary of this kid now, why was he asking these questions. I looked over at Liam who was now full on glaring at this kid.

“I guess if it’s damaged.” I said shrugging my shoulders.

“I wonder if any of us has changed and if we did would there be any way to tell?” He said his voice getting lower.

“what you mean like a DNA test?” I questioned leaning closer to the mysterious kid.

“I was thinking a different kind of test.”

Before I had time to react he takes his pen stabbing it straight in Liam’s hand. Liam growled pulling his hand back. I grabbed his hand quickly to make sure he was alright, but there was no hole in his hand, instead it was just a little bit of dried blood. I had to do a double take at first, I could’ve sworn the pen went into his hand.

“look at him. LOOK. ” the boy said grabbing Liam’s hand and showing everyone in the library.

everyone around looked terrified. Liam grabbed the kids wrist, breaking it and running out of the library. I was right on his heels.

“Liam!” I called trying to catch up to him.

I finally caught up to him, grabbing his arm.

“Liam stop.” I said turning him around to face me.

“get out of here.” He snapped.

“get out, what do you mean?" I asked grabbing his hands.

something was going on and I needed to make sure he was okay.

"I mean get out, it isn’t safe here.” He said dropping my hands.

“Liam I’m not just going to leave, I love you.” I said feeling a tear fall down my cheek.

“go now.” Liam said turning back around to leave.

I grabbed his arm to keep him here. He turned around again, but the boy I saw wasn’t Liam. It wasn’t even human. Liam had glowing eyes, fangs, and claws.

“LEAVE.” He growled.

I backed away terrified of this thing that was once my boyfriend. He ran off leaving me stunned and confused. I was soon surrounded by some students who had heard all the commotion. The boy who had stabbed Liam came to stand beside me. I was still so shocked at what I’d just seen that I didn’t care that he was dragging me somewhere. He took me down to an empty classroom.

“you must be y/n.” A voice said.

He was an older man with white hair and cold eyes.

“who are you.” I asked backing away from the boy and the older man.

“don’t worry dear I’m not the one to be afraid of. My name is Gerard Argent.” He said sticking out his hand.

I looked at him but made no move to shake his hand.

“I know you may be very confused but your boyfriend isn’t your boyfriend anymore, he’s an animal.” Gerard said.

I looked him fully up and down. He had a blade in his right hand, twirling it around like it was his most prized possession.

“what are you talking about.” I said crossing my arms over my chest.

Gerard put the blade down and pulled a file from his bag. He started laying gruesome pictures of mangled bodies on the table. Was he trying to say Liam did this?

“he’s a werewolf y/n this is what they do.” Gerard said pointing to the pictures.

I felt the tears fall down my cheeks as I examined the pictures. There were innocent kids on here. I noticed a girl with black hair and pale skin.

“that was my granddaughter Allison.” Gerard said gesturing to that picture.

“werewolves aren’t real, he couldn’t have done this.” I said backing away from them again.

“are you telling me that, or trying to convince yourself of that. You saw what happened in the library, in the hall, wouldn’t that explain why he disappears all the time? Tell me y/n have you and Liam ever hung out on the night of a full moon?” Gerard asks coming closer to me.

I thought long and hard but I couldn’t think of a single time we hung out on a full moon except for the night we confessed our feelings for each other on my rooftop. 

“oh my god.” I said letting all this sink in.

Gerard gave me a hug as I cried. The boy I loved was really an animal killing people.

“you can help him.” Gerard said holding my shoulders and forcing me to look at him.

“how?” I asked desperate to get my Liam back.

“with this.” He said holding up his knife.

He dipped the knife in this green liquid.

“what’s that?” I asked looking at the vile.

“this oh, it’s just a little wolfsbane.”

Gerard looked at the knife smiling a little bit. He wanted me to stab Liam with it.

“I can’t do it.” I said backing away from him.

I turned around to leave but the boy from the library had shut the door and was standing in front of it.

“let me go.” I said firmly, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

“how long do you think it’ll be until he hurts someone else?” Gerard says from behind me.

“let me go.” I said again.

“until he hurts you, or your family.” Gerard said coming up behind me.

I turn around with tears in my eyes. Gerard holds the knife out towards me. I take a deep breath shakily taking it in my hands.

“you’ll be a hero.” Gerard said patting me on the back.

I examined the blade feeling all the color drain from my face. Could I really stab the boy I loved? But it wasn’t him anymore or was it? I was so confused. I’m sure this was the big secret as to why he was ignoring me and he hasn’t hurt me in  all that time of me not knowing. Gerard was pretty convincing, but logically I didn’t think he was right. I knew Liam, he wasn’t an animal. I knew that underneath all that he was still the boy I fell in love with.

“you’re wrong.” I said facing Gerard.

I gripped the knife before stabbing the boy from the library. He gripped the knife that was now protruding from his chest.

“you bitch.” He said spitting out blood.

I opened the door running out. I could hear footsteps from behind me. I turned a corner but was tackled by another human being. She was dark skinned and had curly hair. She had a gun slung over her shoulder.

“let me go.” I screamed trying to fight her off.

She punched me hard in the nose causing it to gush out blood.

“get away from her.” a growl came from across the room.

The lady looked up and there stood Liam with his eyes, fangs, and claws again. This time I wasn’t afraid. I was relieved. The lady grabbed a blade from her boot and held it against my throat. Liam growled coming closer but she pressed the blade in deeper making him stop.

“well isn’t this cute? seriously though how long did you think you could keep this secret? Did you really think she would still love you after finding out how much of an animal you are?” The lady said.

I met Liam’s eyes, they looked sad as they bore into mine.

“Liam don’t listen to her, okay. I don’t care that you’re a werewolf, I don’t care that you may have killed people. I know you okay I know you won’t hurt me. I love you Liam, I always have.” I said looking back at him with sympathy.

“shut up.” The lady growled digging the blade deeper in my neck.

Liam let out a growl again getting her to stop.

“I mean I guess it’s good for us, because now we have leverage over you.” the woman growled.

“don’t hurt her, you can take me but don’t hurt her.” Liam said transforming back into the boy I knew.

Liam held up his hands in surrender. I knew I had to act quick or this lady was going to kill him. I flung my head back head butting her in the face. She dropped the blade, grabbing her nose that was now bleeding. Liam ran over pulling me behind him before flinging the woman in to the wall. He walked over to her on the ground extending his claws towards her throat.

“I should kill you, but I’m not an animal.” Liam said before punching her in the face and knocking her out.

Liam grabbed my hand and we ran from the school. We ran in the woods until we finally got to a little cliff that overlooked the town of Beacon Hills. Liam dropped my hand and started pacing.

“this wasn’t supposed to happen.” Liam said.

“Liam stop pacing.” I said grabbing his hands.

Liam looked at me before crashing his lips on mine. I dropped his hands, wrapping my arms around his neck. I pulled him closer deepening our kiss. He put his hands on my waist and pushed me away.

“I’m not good for you. People are turning on us. You’re in danger if you stay with me.” Liam said leaning his forehead against mine.

“I don’t care Liam. I meant everything I said in there.” I said bring my hand up to cup his cheek.

“I love you so much and I promise I’ll never let anything hurt you.” He said bring his lips back down on mine.

I knew this was how I was meant to spend the rest of my life, kissing him. I pulled away and stroked his cheek with my thumb.

“wait so just to get this straight, you’re like one of those good werewolves right? Like you haven’t actually killed anyone right? I mean not that it matters, well it does kind of matter but I just feel like that…” I started but Liam cut me off with his lips.

He pulled away before laughing a little.

“geez y/n I’m not an animal.” He said pulling me into his chest.

This is a rant

Stiles and Derek were seen together in the latest Teen Wolf trailer.

And I’m fucking pissed.

I am so angry right now and I’m gonna tell you why.

Because this show did literally everything right. And then it did everything wrong.

Because this show brought together these two amazing characters that played off each other so well because they snarked and bickered and talked shit but at the end of every day they were there for each other. They were torn apart by life and loyalties, but they never failed to put up and show up when it mattered. 

Because after seeing the explosion of popularity of this pairing, they teased and winked and agreed, because Stiles and Derek were dynamite together. They put them together in interviews. Made videos of them cuddling. Capitalized on the fans’ successes.

Because they questioned Stiles’ sexuality so many times I lost count. Because they showed Derek being hurt by woman after woman. Because they let the characters flirt and show each other compassion. 

Because Derek dreamed of Stiles like an anchor.

And then the fans grew powerful. The fans started trending Sterek tags instead of Teen Wolf tags. The fans started being written about more than the show. Sterek became the first association when people thought Teen Wolf. We won fan competitions against mega-ships and our love for our characters was too strong to be background noise.

So TPTB separated them on screen. TPTB banned Sterek questions at conventions. Refused to let actors sign Sterek art. 

TPTB sent both Derek and Stiles through numerous, forced het relationships. TPTB tried to copy the dynamic that fans fell in love with, but substituted in a woman. TPTB drove Derek to such lows that they eventually had nowhere else to take him but off the show. 

TPTB forcibily and intentionally worked to erase and silence the Sterek fandom at every turn. So we left, and we took our characters and our ratings with us.

And they pretended they didn’t care. 

Because queer couples don’t get to happen organically. They don’t ever get to be the Oliver and Felicity or the Lucas and Peyton. They don’t get to be unplanned. It doesn’t matter how much the fans love them, or how they literally follow all of the same patterns as het couples. It never matters.

They bait, and then they switch, and they bait again.

And I’m fucking livid.

Because they’re being so degrading and manipulative. Because they only care about us when they’re trying to save their own asses. Because even outside of Stiles and Derek, this show has always been an exercise in wasted potential. 

But mostly I’m really really angry at the fluttery feeling in my chest when I saw them in the same frame again. I’m so absolutely furious with myself that I know that if they did it, if they actually went there, I’d go back. I’m raging that I would even be wondering what would happen if they went there because I know they won’t

I’m so mad because they can’t seem to stop themselves from disappointing me, and I can’t seem to stop myself from falling for it every time.

Love You Forever (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! I’m still shook about last nights episode and i don’t think I will ever recover 😂 here is a very depressing but touching imagine. I might have cried writing this so I hope you guys don’t.
Warnings: death, depression, low self esteem
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: the reader and Spencer are best friends at the BAU and the reader is in love with spencer and everyone can see it except him so when maeve gets taken the reader manages to save her but ends up getting killed
Request: ✅
Upcoming Imagine: reader struggles with body image issues…
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2 years.
For two years you have been working at the BAU.
1 year 27 weeks.
That’s how long you have been in love with Spencer Reid.
The whole team knew once you told Penelope but even though Spencer is a genius, he sure is oblivious to love.
He has been your best friend but never showed any interest in being more than friends, which you respected, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.
It hurt when you saw Spencer sitting by himself, reminding you that you couldn’t be his.
He’s so independent.
He’s independent until you make him depend on you.
When he bottles up emotions, you find a way to make him talk to you, opening him up to release anything that was on his mind.
He claims you were the only one who could do that.
And one night, he told you something that shattered your heart.
“Her name is Maeve and… I really like her…” you basically spaced off after that.
Are you not good enough?
Is that what it was?
You felt a tear fall down your cheek.
Damn it.
Good thing Spencer was looking at his lap, where he was sitting crisscross on the couch in front of you.
You quickly wiped the tear, but Spencer noticed.
“Y/N are you okay?” He asked a hint of concern in his voice.
“Yeah I'm… I’m really happy for you.” You said quietly.
By now, he knew something was up.
Thoughts fled his mind as he tried to profile your emotions.
“Is there something you want to tell me? Your holding back something. I will listen I promise.” He said reaching for your hand but you pulled back, knowing his touch is just going to make you nauseous.
“I'm… I’m okay. I promise. I’m just… I’m really happy for you. Im glad you… you found someone.” You said, the last part quiet and filled with disappointment.
He didn’t believe you.
He assumed you needed time alone so he patted your shoulder and left your apartment.
You did need the alone time.
Well time away from him.
You need to try to get over him, find a distraction before this gets out of hand.
Over the past month Spencer has told you all about Maeve and how important she was to him, stabbing you repeatedly in the heart as he rambled about her.
“She’s already the most beautiful girl in the world to me. I don’t care what she looks like.” He said staring at the ceiling.
You broke down, you couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“Sorry I need to leave.” You said, your voice breaking as you sped away.
About a month after that, Maeve had gone missing and Spencer was torn.
It hurt you to see him like this, distant, scared and lost of hope.
He came to your door multiple times with red eyes and a runny nose.
You took care of him of course, but you were half tempted to hand him over to JJ so the pain would stop.
He could crumple in your arms as you stroked his soft hair, telling him it’s going to be okay.
He had even slept over a few times but the last time you couldn’t help it anymore.
When Spencer was sleeping, you kissed his forehead.
“Spencer Reid… I don’t know how I could fall in love with you so fast but… I guess it was just your personality and hearing your soft voice as you rambled about random stuff. But I love you. Not just as a friend but like… I would have liked to spend the rest of my life with you. I wanted to wake you up in the morning with coffee and shower you in kisses because you deserve the world. But, I know there’s someone else… to do that. I-I hope she treats you well because you deserve it. You deserve it and so much more.” You felt tears spill over your cheeks as you kissed his forehead once more before walking to the kitchen.
The next day, Spencer had put his life on the line.
You weren’t exactly sure what happened, but you know he risked his life.
Now you were on the way to the warehouse where Maeve was being held captive by Diane Turner.
You and the team walked in, guns out of holsters and out in front of you.
“You would kill your self for her?!” Diana yelled as Spencer stood in front of her with his hands in the air.
“Yes.” He said sincerely.
“Wait! Diane right? You had the thesis about suicide killing brain cells right?” You asked putting your gun back in its holster.
“Why do you care?” She snapped holding the gun tighter to Maeve’s head.
“It’s wrong. I read it. I’m actually the one who convinced Ms. Donovan to reject it. She knew it was wrong but I knew how a biased thesis like that would have never passed. Let me take her place. Killing Maeve won’t do you any good. But if you really want to kill someone… kill me.”
“Y/N what are you…”
“Let’s see how your thesis was wrong. I’m putting my life on the line. I’m willing to die. You have no proof that your thesis works. Let me be your test dummy. Do it shoot me.” You said throwing your gun to the side and taking off your FBI vest.
Multiple people were yelling.
“Put down the gun!”
“Y/N what the hell are you doing?”
“Stop taking off your vest.”
“Let her go.” You said keeping eye contact with her.
Diane slowly let go of Maeve and while she was doing so you charged at her, attempting to tackle her and take away your gun but you were interrupted by a loud boom.
You were shot in the pelvis, making you fall to the floor.
You could have swore that would have worked.
Your head hit the ground as you saw JJ run over to Maeve and Derek cuff Diane.
“Y/N Y/N hey look at me.” You heard Spencer say as your body was slightly lifted.
He pressed down on your wound, but nothing hurt.
“Hey your going to be okay.” He said brushing hair out of your face.
“No. No Spencer I’m not.” You said as you choked back tears.
“Don’t-don’t say that you will okay.” He said as tears filled his eyes.
“Spencer… I love you. I’ve loved you for-for a long time okay? Please take care of yourself. Please be careful. I love you so much I’m sorry I couldn’t do better.” You said choking on hot liquid that turned out to be blood.
You saw confusion and compassion in his eyes.
“No you-your going to live. Your going to live.” He repeated but you could already feel your body start to numb.
He was lost for words.
He wanted to say more but he was shocked and everything was coming together.
At that point he knew what was wrong with you that one night.
He now pieced together the little signs he never noticed until now.
How your pupils dilated when you looked at him.
How you got a little shy whenever he would touch you.
The redness in your cheeks when he would smile at you.
“I’m-I’m so sorry.” He said as tears fell down his face.
“You don’t have to-to be. Just know that I love you p-please.” You said with a faint smile.
His blood-covered hand shook as he hugged you tighter.
He started to cry.
Not just shed tears; he started to sob uncontrollably as he felt the last rise and fall of your chest.
“No no please. Someone help me please!” He yelled holding your faint body in his arms.
The medics finally got there and had you on life support, but it was your time.
You risked your life for Spencer’s happiness and if you could you would do it again.
All you wish of now, up in heaven, is that he keeps going.
That he lives a happy life and gets the care he deserves.

halesstiles  asked:

What are your headcanons for domestic Sterek?

i know i asked for this ask (bc no one would send them to me and you’re a true friend) but i’m feeling so attacked right now

  • when stiles and derek first started dating, it had been years since they’d met and so much had already happened between them and the pack that it seemed normal to have someone (and sometimes the pack) crash over all the time
  • so they’re not sure when crashing became living and suddenly, they’re at ikea trying to figure out their favourite curtains to go along w their couch
  • “i don’t know why it has to match, stiles.” … “that’s why i’m making these decision ok? ok.”
  • but when they start living together, oh my god, it’s literally domestic bliss
  • stiles is not a morning person, he hates waking up earlier than he has to (mostly because he spends hours at night researching about the something the pack is facing or having much needed conversations with derek) 
  • derek, on the other hand, is quite the morning person. in fact, he’s too much of a morning person
  • stiles can’t function w/o the strongest cup of coffee so he’ll make a pot and make him breakfast and read a newspaper on the couch
  • he can always tell when stiles is awake because there will be thumps, and “OW!”s going all around
  • but when stiles does show up, droopy eyed, smelling strongly of toothpaste, he plops himself on derek’s lap and nuzzles his throat, kissing it and whispering “i love you”s (because goddamn he deserves all of the alright!!)
  • stiles is the captain of the “derek hale deserves better” squad and erica is his co-president
  • stiles is in charge of washing clothes because the detergent can sometimes be too much for derek’s nose 
  • so while he does that, derek will make the beds
  • the pack comes over a lot and it becomes an unspoken rule that you scent derek at least once while you’re there or stiles will stand there looking at you pointedly for hours 
  • stiles usually cooks after having formed a habit taking care of the sheriff’s diet but derek sometimes surprises stiles w a candle-light dinner after a long day at work
  • after watching b99, stiles insists on washing derek’s hair at least once a week because “derek, it’s the most intimate thing we can do as a couple!” and derek always frowns but let’s be honest ,,,,, sourwolf loves having his head rubbed
  • there are pillow fights and blanket forts
  • christmas traditions where derek brings out the hale family angel for the top of the tree and the pack sits together huddled in front of the fire laughing the night away
  • when they go to bed, derek w his glasses would be engrossing in his book with one handle raking through stiles hair as he spreads his entire body over derek’s, nuzzling into his chest

idk where this went tbh ,,,, idek if it’s good, but it’s mine and i’m happy :) 

bunny-fae  asked:

For the sexting prompt: Derek knows Stiles is the best boyfriend ever and knows stress eats at him, and he becomes this anxious broody mess that is impossible to deal with, so when Stiles starts texting about how he'd make him feel better, the stress of finals is all just a blur and he can't focus on anything but think about anything but Stiles voice whispering the texts to him and how he can't mess this up

This stayed pretty PG and has a bunch of fluff but hopefully, you like it! And because it involves Derek taking care of himself, I need to tag @halerogers and @nerdderek (also on ao3!)

Derek was smart.

He had always been, even as a toddler. He had started reading long before other kids and had even managed to achieve his beta shift before any of his other siblings had.

In high school, he had been valedictorian, something his mother had absolutely loved to brag about. His siblings, on the other hand, had constantly teased him about being a nerd.

Now, in college, he was top of his class, well on his way to achieving the highly coveted title of valedictorian. And that would make it beyond easy for him to secure a position at either the high school or the community college back in Beacon Hills.

He was an overachiever by nature, a trait that ran in the Hale family, and while that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, the stress and anxiety it brought with it certainly was. Especially since he turned into a broody, short-tempered mess that was impossible to deal with when he was stressed.

He was constantly worried that he would fail, that if he didn’t throw himself wholeheartedly into every little single thing he did, he would screw everything up. That he would somehow let his entire family down by not living up to their expectations for him, that he would be taking their sacrifice for granted.

It was a heavy burden that made him hunch his shoulders and run himself ragged trying to do whatever he possibly could to make his family’s memory proud. Even to the point that he could barely focus on anything besides the constant anxiety that had taken root in him.

Finals only added to that stress, the weeks leading up to them full of all nighters and homesickness so severe he found himself curling up in bed wishing he could drive home for a weekend. But he couldn’t. He had to study.

He already knew everything that he needed to. He knew every detail of the French Revolution, every single cause of World War I, every invention industrialization had provided the world.

But he was worried that he would forget everything when he sat down to take the test. That every piece of information in his head would simply vanish.

So, there he was at a quarter to midnight on Saturday, perusing through his textbook to make sure he had all of his dates right. June 6, 1944 — D-Day. 1954 — Brown v. Board of Education made segregation based on race illegal. July 20, 1969 — the first moon landing.

He was about to look up another date when his cell phone buzzed in his pocket, breaking his concentration. Rubbing at his tired eyes, Derek pulled out his phone to find a text message from Stiles.

You in bed?

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Pack Mother - Derek Hale - Part 13

Characters: Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall, Chris Argent, Liam Dunbar, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, PackMom!Reader.

“Stiles…controlled by…Allison’s mom?” Isaac asks.

“Yeah. I mean, we knew it was bad…but not that bad.“

You watch as Max chews on the shoulder of Derek’s shirt. You smile, his demeanor has completely changed since Max.

“She has a plan. We aren’t completely sure what it is.” You drum your fingers on the table.

“Why don’t we just…kill her?” Isaac shrugs.

“If it was that easy she’d already be dead.” Derek looks at him blankly.

“Maybe we need get help. Maybe Deaton can help.” Liam suggests.

“No, we need to call Chris.” You exchange looks with Derek. You’d never asked Chris for help. He was a nice guy, but you personally felt like that was a lot.

“Derek, are you sure?” You place your hand on his shoulder and he nods.

“Yeah. I’ll go call now.”

“When was the last time we heard from him?” Isaac asks.

“He left right after we got Stiles back from the ghost riders. He just disappeared.” Scott shrugs.

“Y/N!” Derek shouts as Max begins to scream. You jog down the hall, taking the small boy from his hands.

“Sorry.” He mouthes. “I’m on the phone with Chris.”

You calm the boy down. “You’re fine.” You leave the room, Lydia waiting for you in the kitchen.

“Y/N.” Tears threaten to spill.

“What’s wrong?” You rub her arm comfortingly.

“I need to talk to you..” She looks up at you, wiping her eyes.

“Okay…come on.”

“Can you three watch her?” You hand Max over to Scott.

He grins at your baby in his arms, “Sure we can.”

You take Lydia’s hand and lead her to your room, patting the bed for her to sit.

“I-I saw Stiles.” She cries and you sit beside her.

“When?” You say softly, trying to calm her down.

“Last night.” She sniffles, “He-he told me…” She trails off, more tears falling.

“What’d he tell you?” You lean in front of her.

“He said he was going to kill me. He said he’d kill us all.” She sobs.

“What?” You’re in shock.

“I don’t know what to do, Y/N. I’ve had this bad feeling all week long and I’m afraid someone is going to die.” She cries and you hug her, rocking as you close your eyes.

You had to get Chris here, and you had to do it fast.

After you got Lydia calmed down you left her in your room to nap. You came downstairs, Derek reading the fear on your face.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Stiles…he showed up to Lydia’s last night. He..threatened to kill us all.” You look up at him.

“Hey, don’t worry. Chris is on his way.” Derek rubs your back.

You look up at him and he cups your cheek, “We’ll be fine, okay? We’ve gotten Stiles help before and we can do it again.”

“I’m worried about Victoria. She’s out for vengeance. She wants you, Derek.”

“It’s okay. Chris can handle this, I promise you.”

“I trust you.” You bite your lip and he takes your hand, squeezing it.

“This will all work out.” He smiles.

You turn to look at the boys in the living room, all of them looking at you with an eyebrow raised. You ignore their looks, simply walking over and picking Max up.

“So…what’d Lydia have to say?” Scott asks.

You didn’t want to worry him. “Nothing. It’s fine.” You nod reassuringly.

“Derek the family man?” Chris walks inside, smiling at Derek. “Not something I thought I’d see anytime soon.”

Derek leaves his spot from beside you and Max. “What can I say? It’s what I was meant for.” He grins.

“It’s nice to see you again, Y/N.” He nods in your direction.

“You too.” You smile.

Scott joins you, him and Derek whisking Chris away to talk to him.

“What’s happening?” Isaac asks.

“Don’t tell Scott. I mean it too, I’ll know.”

Liam stands beside him, their height difference quite comical. “We won’t.”

“Stiles told Lydia he was going to kill us all.” You start bouncing as Max begins to fuss.

“What?” Liam looks shocked.

“I know. Me too. But we have to remember that this isn’t Stiles. Whatever he does is not his fault.”

The boys both nod. “This is tense.” Isaac sighs.

“We’ll be fine.” You nod.

Chris, Derek, and Scott emerge from Derek’s office. “We’ll take action tomorrow.” Chris nods. “For now we need everyone to stay here tonight, where we can keep an eye on them.”

“Okay. I’ll call everyone.” You nod, pulling your phone out of your pocket. You call everyone, your house soon packed with teenagers.

You and Derek put Max to bed, thankful for the ten minutes of quiet. “Tomorrow will be it. I hope you’re ready.” Derek looks at you as you feed Max a bottle.

You sigh, “Honestly? I’m scared. I’m scared of losing someone, Derek.”

“It’ll be fine, babe. We’ll be fine.”

“Derek you can say that, but do you mean it?”

Derek grips onto the crib, turning to look at you. “I mean it. I do. We are much more powerful than her.”

“She also has a possessed werewolf on her side, so…” You mutter.

“Y/N.” He gets on his knees, kneeling in front of you. He grabs your chin, looking into your eyes. “Y/N, I swear to you that we will be fine. We’ll do this. You and I have trained these kids to know what they’re doing. This is our time.”

You lean forward, Max asleep on your shoulder. “You never fail to make me feel better.”

“That’s my job, isn’t it? With the whole soulmate thing?” Derek smiles.

You lay Max in the crib and walk downstairs with Derek.

“I’m splitting up who sleeps with who. I know what you all get up to, and I won’t have it in this house.” You place your hands on your hips.

“Isaac, Scott, Liam, and Mason. You’re going in Isaac’s room. Malia, Lydia, Kira, and Hayden. Guest room.”

“What about me?” Jackson raises an eyebrow.

“Couch.” You state, everyone laughing. “I don’t know what you all are laughing for, if you don’t lay claims now you’ll be sleeping on the floor.”

Everyone exchanges glances before running up the stairs.

“Why am I on the couch?” Jackson pouts.

“Why can’t you get along with others?” You retort before leaving for the kitchen.

Derek follows you closely, snaking his arms around your waist.

“Yes, Derek?” You spin to face him.

“Relax. You’re so tense.” He kisses your forehead.

“I can’t help it. I’m a mom to one and a hypothetical mom to ten.” You laugh.

“I can’t argue that.” He smiles. “Let’s go to bed. Let the kids fend for themselves.”

“As much as I’d love that, I’d hate to wake up to a house full of broken things.”

He sighs, “You’re right. Let’s go take care of the pack.”

chamomiletealove  asked:

(2/2) story like that? Where Stiles and/or Derek are smart, with science major? Like engineering, architecture, computer science, etc? I'm sorry if my ask is too long :( tysm for your hardwork! Love, love your blog!

Here you go. All Sterek. - Anastasia

Originally posted by fourteenisaac

Open It and Follow by dancinbutterfly

(1/1 I 3,611 I Explicit)

Fraternity Brother Derek may be an Omega but he’s no one’s bitch. Still he heats up whenever he has the chance to get at a knot - he just doesn’t usually care about the knothead attached. Problem is this Alpha Stiles seems special. He’s not quite sure how to deal with that.

Hale Yes: A Story of Stiles’ Ruined Life (That Got So Much Better) by StonyAvengerGirl16 (CharmedBritannia)

(6/6 I 6,896 I Teen)

Stiles is a somewhat awkward college freshman who wants to major in Forensic Science. Sure, he grew into his gangly limbs, and sure, he’s pretty smart, but his insistent rambling and ADHD tendencies require a special brand of person to handle. Derek is the campus’ most famous English major, and one of the extremely sexy yet extremely intimidating Hale siblings. So when their paths cross, all of a sudden Stile’s life turns out much harder than it was supposed to be.

Who Knew by SourWolfie (pieprincess_andthe_fallenangel)

(26/26 I 88,161 I Explicit)

Stiles finally scraped together enough money to get his own apartment and he’s really fucking proud of it, okay? He just wishes shit would stop breaking. He also wishes he hadn’t just bitched out his incredibly hot landlord, but that ship has sailed right along with his dignity.

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs

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“Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”

“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.

“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.

*

When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.

Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

Sprezzatura

Remember forever ago when @gettzi posted that great art of Nursey and his ballerina sister and I said I also headcanoned him with a ballerina sister because I had a whole thing about him and the concept of sprezzatura, which I learned in ballet class and therefore so did he? I finally wrote it.

[Now also on AO3 with both parts in one fic.]


There was a period of about two years, back when Derek was just starting middle school, when he spent two afternoons a week, every week, doing his homework in the corner of his sister’s ballet studio. At first it was because their nanny didn’t have time to drop him off before Naimah had to be at her class, and once they were at the studio, it made far more sense to just stay until her class was over and then head back home together. Derek didn’t mind, did he? He totally minded. It was lame and stupid and… actually kind of beautiful…

Maybe he didn’t mind. Maybe, even after the drop off scheduling conflict cleared up, he still found a reason it would be more convenient for him to go.

He soaked up a a lot of random stuff in those two years. A bunch of ballet French. An instinctive need to count things in eights. An affinity for waltz timing that would serve him well in later ballroom dance situations. An automatic need to correct his posture anytime he thought about a puppet string extending through his core and out the top of his head. And the concept of sprezzatura.

One thing he loved about sitting in the corner was that it was kind of like getting to look behind the curtain. Or at the inner workings of a clock. Ballet took work. And then it all came together.

“Girls,” called the teacher, clapping her hands twice for attention. “Girls, ballet is about grace. We are about to go into the annual performance. We are to give to the audience sprezzatura. I want the appearance of effortless beauty. You are there to present art. The choreography, the music, it should flow through you. The audience is not interested in how many times you had to practice that phrase across the floor. They are only interested in the final result. Your goal is to make it look both flawless and easy.”

He looked it up later and discovered it wasn’t really a ballet term at all. The dictionary just defined it as “studied carelessness,” but Wikipedia gave more background:

Sprezzatura [sprettsaˈtuːra] is an Italian word originating from Baldassare Castiglione’s The Book of the Courtier, where it is defined by the author as “a certain nonchalance, so as to conceal all art and make whatever one does or says appear to be without effort and almost without any thought about it”.[1] It is the ability of the courtier to display “an easy facility in accomplishing difficult actions which hides the conscious effort that went into them”.[2]

(Of course, it might have been helpful if he’d also noticed and remembered the following line as well:

Sprezzatura has also been described “as a form of defensive irony: the ability to disguise what one really desires, feels, thinks, and means or intends behind a mask of apparent reticence and nonchalance”.[3]

But that was an issue for the future.)

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Don’t Care

Pairing: Derek x Reader

Requested: Yes by anon

Warning: Swearing, fluff, I wrote this on a night shift and it is not proof read so sorry about that; also I’m looking for a co-pilot, someone I can send my stuff to who can read it and tell me what they think <3

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Thank you so so so much for 1.6k.

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The dog whimpered on the veterinary table, blood seeping from the back leg, you wondered just how long this dog has been in pain. “Now, just grab the skin like this,” Deaton instructed and you followed every instruction with caution. Your hand started to shake, but Deaton’s larger hand covered it, taking the needle from it. You took a deep breath, stepping backwards and watching intently at your mentor stitching up the dog’s wound.

“I’m finding it hard to concentrate,” You whispered shamefully to your mentor hours after the mishap with the wounded dog. You were disappointed in yourself for not being able to do a simple stitch, but your mind was elsewhere causing your body to lose all control. Deaton was like an older brother to you at this point, he wasn’t that much older but old enough. You’ve confided in him many times before so you knew he was the right person to talk to.

“And why’s that, y/n?” He questioned, eyebrows furrowed whilst his soft voice calmed your nerves.

“It’s Derek, again.” You feel the heat rising up your neck, and to your cheeks, “I know when I first started to fall for him, you told me that it would be dangerous and pointless at this point, but, but…”

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This is for the con!Sterek ask, where they accidentally out their relationship on speaker phone. :) it was just too good, I couldn’t help myself!

—–

Stiles wasn’t having a great morning.

He was exhausted. He had done interviews all day yesterday and and spent most of the night on the phone with Derek definitely not making small talk.

He had overslept and barely made it to the current panel on time, his publicist Lydia glaring at him as she handed him coffee. He wasn’t the least bit sorry, though, he grinned behind the paper cup. Worth it.

So that’s his excuse for the events that were soon to follow.

The panel for his show, Welcome to The Planet, included the core four characters to Derek Hale’s Clark Kent/Superman: Braeden Hunter (Lois Lane), Jackson Whittemore (Pete Ross), Bobby Finstock (Perry White), and Stiles Stilinski (James Olsen). The show was a new spin on the age old story of Superman, revolving mostly around Clark’s job at the Daily Planet.

Critics and fans loved the show, and, while he was only supposed to be a supporting cast member, Stiles found himself becoming the fan favorite and quickly getting promoted to series regular. Viewers loved the chemistry between his character and Derek’s, and they were lucky to have showrunners that played off that dynamic. There was even speculation of them forgoing the traditional Clark/Lois relationship at some point in the next season.

Of course, Derek’s whereabouts were the first thing Stiles was asked that morning.

“Derek really wanted to be here, but unfortunately other obligations have him in London today. He wanted me to pass on a message though,” Stiles said, fumbling for his phone and scrolling through all the (inappropriate) messages to find what he was looking for. Wow, he thought, we sext A LOT.

Finally, he gave up. “You know what, I’m just going to call him,” he said, and hit call before he even thought about it, while the screams of fans filled his ears. He automatically put the phone on speaker when the call began and held it up to the mic.

The call finally picked up, and Derek’s sultry voice rang out loud and clear for everyone and their mother to hear.

“Hey, Baby. Didn’t get enough of me four hours ago?”

If Stiles thought the first screams were loud, they were nothing compared to the absolute insanity that happened next.

Stiles was completely frozen. His heart was racing and his mind was in overdrive.

He pulled the phone up to his ear, thankfully taking it off speaker, to hear Derek speaking to him, “Stiles? What’s going on? What’s all that screaming?”

“I, uh, I’m going to have to call you back.” Stiles hung up before Derek could say another word. He looked off the stage to see Lydia drop her head into her hands.

What have I done, he thought miserably.

Braeden, bless her soul, took over from there, calming down the crowd and asking for more question. The rest of the cast and creators helped to deflect questions from Stiles, and after another agonizing hour, he was finally free.

“Come with me,” Lydia barked at him as soon as he made it back stage. She led him to a private room and closed and locked the door.

“Well that was… interesting.”

“Lydia, I am so sorry-” he started, but she held up her hand.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to,” she said, looking at him pointedly.

He nodded and pulled out his phone again. She rested her hand on his shoulder for a moment before she left the room.

“It’s going to be fine, Stiles.”

When Derek picked up this time, it was with a gruff, “Am I on speaker?”

Stiles completely broke down. He couldn’t stop the tears that ran down his face or the sob that tore from his lips.

“I am so sorry, Derek. I don’t- I wasn’t-”

“Stiles, baby, calm down. Breathe for me, okay? Listen to my voice and breathe.”

Stiles took a few more shaky breaths and sniffled, “please don’t hate me. Please don’t leave me.”

“Oh my god, Stiles no, I’m not going to leave you. And I could never hate you. I love you, remember? It’s going to be okay.”

“It’s not, I’ve ruined everything. I knew you wanted to keep us a secret but-”

“Wait,” Derek interrupted, “who said I wanted to keep us a secret?”

“Well I thought, you know, when Peter said… you’ve never been public about your relationships and he told me you wouldn’t want to tell the media about us because of your privacy and you would break up with me if I ever made you ashamed to be with me-”

“Please, never listen to a word my asshole uncle says again, Stiles. We really should have talked about this a year ago,” Derek huffed. “When you never pushed to do anything in public with me, I just assumed you didn’t want people to know either. Believe me when I say I will never, ever be ashamed to be with you. I love you so much, Stiles.”

Stiles couldn’t stop the smile that spread over his face, “I love you, too, Der. I don’t care who knows. I just wish I didn’t force this, I wish we could have done it on our terms, after discussing it properly.”

“It’s okay, babe. Really. I called Lydia when you hung up, and she’s drafting a statement for us right now.”

“So we’re really doing this.”

“Oh yeah, there’s no way you’re getting rid of me now. Think of how the fans will react! We have to keep them happy by staying together forever.”

Stiles laughed, “I actually like the sound of that.”

Derek’s breath hitched almost imperceptibly. “Me, too, Stiles. Me, too.”

All things considered, Stiles thought happily, this wasn’t such a bad day after all.

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Sorry for any errors! It’s late and I’m on my phone :)

(Submitted by  raimykeller)


Originally posted by lolatigerlily

Oh my gosh, this is fantastic! Thank you so much!

Little Beta(s) Chapter 19

Prompt: Liam get’s turned at an early age and he looks at you as his guardian/parent. Plus you’re dating Scott who’s always trying to look after him. (10 year gap between Liam and reader)

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Reader (platonic) Scott McCall x Reader

Chapters:

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18

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