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Pack Mom:Part 1

Originally posted by xlexipetrovax

Tagged peeps: @sallyp-53

Characters: Y/n, Derek, Jordan, Lydia, Scott, Stiles, Liam, Jackson, Malia, Allison, Kira, Aiden, Ethan, Isaac

Pairing: Derek x Y/n (Female for this series)

Word count: 1938

Warning: I don’t think there’s anything to be honest. No swear words that i can find. This is purely fluff right now. Not really angst. Well i wouldn’t really class it as angst. No smut either. 

Summary: An announcement at a pack dinner changes everything for Y/n and Derek. 

A/N:This is the first part of a new series requested by an anon. A purely fluffy Pack Mom series, female reader. Not sure how many parts I’m going to write, but check it out and enjoy. 

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The loud clattering of pans made Derek walk into the kitchen of the Hale house, being fixed after the fire. 

He looked at his girlfriend, smiling at her clumsiness. 

“You ok there baby?” he asked with a grin on his face, chuckling to himself.

“Shut up, Derek! Stop standing there and come help me”, y/n replied, trying to sound angry, but just sounding adorable to Derek. 

Everything she did was adorable to Derek. 

He loved her. 

Every day he thanked whatever god or deity there was, wondering how he was lucky enough to get her in his life, after all the pain and loss he went through. 

She completed him. She was his mate. His and only his. He was hers and only hers.

He knelt down beside her and helped put the pans back into the cupboard they fell out of. 

“Oh wait. That one right there was the one I was looking for. Gimme it please”, she said, rushing out the words, trying to get dinner ready, her stomach grumbling with hunger and also nerves. 

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You can read Part II “You Sure Are A Charmer.” Part II has a few slight changes, but it’s still a sequel of sorts.

Create a plan. Listen to the others simultaneously. Think about him. Focus part of me on our surroundings as Stiles drives. I find it incredibly surprising that I am relatively calm right now with everything that’s happened tonight. I guess occupying myself with stuff to do distracts me. We’re currently driving through a desert in Mexico and looking for—

“Fucking hell!” I squeal as my head clashes with the roof of Stiles’ Jeep, making me cry out in pain.

Kira gasps and tries to catch me; she inhales sharply when the back of my feet strike with her shins. Lydia swears loudly when I land in her lap. I whisper “sorry.” My hands cover my head immediately. This is what I get for being the only one without a seatbelt, I think to myself. Malia eyes me from her spot by the far window, and there’s a slight worried expression on her face. The Jeep finally comes to halt on the side of the road.

“Sorry, Y/N,” Stiles says comfortingly. He glances at me in the rearview mirror.

“S’alright, Stiles,” I mumble, rubbing my head. “I think your Jeep is in more trouble than I am.”

Stiles’ face falls at the reminder. We all get out to see what’s wrong. Braeden approaches us with a serious look on her face.

“Scott,” Braeden says, “we need to keep going if we want to get there before nightfall. Derek doesn’t have much time left—and neither do we.”

Scott nods at Braeden. I watch as he bites his lip; it’s been a nervous habit of his since we were kids. Scott finally looks up and rests his gaze on me before glancing at Stiles.

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