-tickle fights -always getting into trouble with him and George -Molly knitting you a sweater for Christmas -sneaking around at night to get a midnight snack -a game about who of you can talk to Snape for the longest amount of time until he leaves -Fred calling you “bird” -kisses on your nose -bellyache because of so much laughing -you and George colouring Fred’s face when he falls asleep with his head resting on your knees -Fred kissing the top of your head because you’re so much shorter than him
you cursed loudly. It was the middle of the night and you were hopping up and
down on one foot in Derek Hale’s kitchen. All you wanted was a midnight snack,
but at this rate, you were going to wake up the whole town.
your defense, you had managed to be stealthy so far, sneaking out of Derek’s
guest room, tiptoeing down the stairs and across the loft with nothing but
tiny, strategically placed nightlights to guide you. Maybe you got a little too
excited in the final moments and didn’t see the protruding cabinet in your path,
slamming your pinkie toe right into the corner. You limped to the counter and slumped
against it dejectedly.
your rage dissipated, you shuffled over to the fridge and pulled out some milk,
rolling your eyes at Derek’s fat free selection. You made a mental note to go
grocery shopping as you rifled through his dishes, spotting an appropriate
cereal bowl trapped under several containers. You tried your best to quietly
remove the ones on top, gingerly setting them aside.
final obstacle was a rather large tupperware container tucked deviously between
a ridge of the dish rack and the cereal bowl. You grabbed the sides of the
container, attempting to separate it, but the movement caused tension between
the surfaces and created a whiny creaking noise. You kept pulling to no avail,
and the noise just got louder.
in one sweeping motion, you yanked the container from its position, but this
knocked the bowl completely out of the dish rack and you squeezed your eyes shut
as you heard a sharp CLANK! against the tile floor.
peeked one eye open, and to your surprise, there were no beautifully bearded
werewolves baring their teeth at you. You bent over to retrieve the bowl,
reaching for the fallen object when all of a sudden, the lights came on. You
The hell. Are you doing?” you heard a familiar voice say. You shot up, coming
face to face with a very sleepy and very distraught Derek.
“Um, I’m sorry,” you stuttered. “I-I
couldn’t sleep, so I thought I’d try eating something, but I couldn’t get the
thing… off the thing…” you trailed off, pointing down at the abandoned cereal
bowl. Derek glanced down, then stared stonily back at you, crossing his arms
over his chest. His movement drew your eyes to his forearms as you admired the
way his biceps flexed against his broad chest. You just realized he was only
wearing sweat pants. You could feel your face burning, knowing Derek could hear
your erratic heartbeat.
“[y/n],” Derek sharply uttered, breaking
your rapt attention from his body, his eyes squinting at you. In turn, yours
widened. You felt like a horny deer caught in the kitchen lights. You felt
exposed under his scrutiny, bringing your arms around your torso in
embarrassment. Derek noticed your defensive stance. His gaze softened. “Why
didn’t you tell me you had trouble sleeping?”
“I didn’t want to bother you,” you
admitted. “But then I go and make a mess in your kitchen and wake you up in the
middle of the night. I’m the worst,” you grumbled, breaking eye contact.
“You’re not the worst,” Derek began
incredulously. “Peter’s the worst. Jackson’s the worst. Stiles is the worst,”
he continued with an annoyed expression. The side of your mouth twitched up.
You glanced back at Derek’s concerned
face. Your smile disappeared, replaced with a confused frown. “How am I not the
worst? Peter and Jackson and Stiles don’t come up to you and ask to stay with
you because they can’t even handle their own parents.”
“Look, I’ve seen the way your parents
treat you. I don’t blame you for leaving,” Derek grit through his teeth.
You thought back to the time Derek invited
himself over to your house because you’d found a way to decrypt a government
database on mysterious unsolved crimes in California. He was sitting on your
bed next to you while you were huddled over your computer, trying to curtain
your face behind your hair. You remembered how nervous you’d been, never before
having a boy alone in your bedroom, let alone the older werewolf that bit your
best friend, Scott. You were decoding passwords when Derek suddenly grabbed
your arm, informing you that your parents were home. He had barely managed to
shut your closet door behind him when your parents entered, yelled at you for
not working on homework and cleaning the house, called you a hopeless failure,
and slammed the door as they left.
Afterwards, Derek carefully resumed his
previous position next to you. Your eyes teared up, not because you were hurt
by your parents’ words, but because you were so embarrassed that Derek had
witnessed that part of your private life. Not even Scott or Stiles knew. You
continued working on your laptop when you heard Derek mumble, “You shouldn’t
have to take that.”
Too mortified to speak, you just
Tensions continued to rise between you
and your parents. They even turned on each other. Along with the yelling, they
blamed you for all their financial problems, concluding that you were the
reason they were broke and unhappy. One night, things escalated. Your parents
were arguing when your mother suddenly threw a glass at your father. You
watched as it shattered against the wall. You saw your dad take threatening
steps towards your mother, so you moved in front of her. He shoved you aside
and you hit your head against the banister. That’s when you’d had enough. You
knew you had to leave, but you didn’t want Scott or Stiles to see you so broken.
That night, you found yourself in front
of Derek’s loft, drenched in rain and tears. He took you in. You told him what
happened while he stitched up your head. He took away your pain, but you
couldn’t stop crying.
He told you to stay as long as you
needed. You hated feeling like a damsel in distress, but you accepted, shocked
that the leather jacket clad shadow you once met in the woods could show you
One month later, you were still living in
Derek’s loft, still trying to adjust despite being plagued by nightmares of
your parents and nogitsunes, still failing to hide the way your body reacted to
“I said you could stay because I wanted
you to be safe,” Derek reminded. You loudly sighed and finally picked
up the cereal bowl from the floor.
“But you’re not obligated to keep me safe,” you groaned. “That’s what I don’t get.
Why do you care what happens to me? I am not your beta. Or your wife. Or your
girlfriend.” You thought you saw Derek’s eyes flash red. “The only thing I’m good for is hacking.”
He scowled at you
“Not that I ever intended to have this
conversation in the middle of the night. Or ever,”
Derek muttered snidely, “But I care what happens to you because you are
important. You’re good for a lot more than just hacking. You’re important to this pack and you’re important to me.” Derek finished
with a straight face.
He continued, softer, “And you should’ve
told me about your nightmares. Maybe I could’ve helped.”
You furrowed your eyebrows, quirking your
head curiously. You suddenly felt a draft and looked down, realizing how little
clothing you had been wearing this whole time. You didn’t expect to have a
heart to heart with your landlord at this hour, so you had left your room in
your sleepwear: plaid boy shorts and a v-neck. You preferred to sleep commando.
You looked up at him through your lashes. “How could you have helped?” You inquired innocently.
pretended to pick a piece of lint off your shoulder as you inwardly cringed at
your seduction skills. Derek took this opportunity to give you a once over. You
casually tried to bring your arms over your thinly veiled chest. Your mind was racing so
fast, prompting images of Derek pushing you down over the counter, then taking
you in his bed. On cue, your heart rate sped up. You nearly scoffed at your own
hormones, pushing aside your eager fantasies. As if Derek Hale would ever look
at you like that.
matter how hard you tried to hide your true emotions, Derek could always see through your facade. He chuckled good-naturedly and shook his
don’t know, [y/n]. Is there anything you
can think of?” he baited, his face lifted in amusement. Your mouth went dry. Was
he flirting with you?
opened your mouth to respond, then immediately closed it, feeling your palms
become sweaty. Your nightmares had been so terrifying and vivid these past few
months, you wondered if this was just another dream, luring you in with its
dark appeal only to end in pain and disappointment.
this was Derek, you remembered. The same Derek who took you in when you were
lost, who always saved you when you were in trouble, who gave you small,
reassuring smiles during pack meetings when no one was looking. Derek would
never hurt you.
though you doubted he could ever want you back, with your soft stomach, nerdy
obsessions, and lack of supernatural powers, you took his bait. You were tired
of feeling weak and confused and you wanted to take charge of something for
once. You shut down your brain and succumbed to your desires, fully accepting
that he could reject you any second now. You toed around his boundaries, trying
to see how far you could push him.
think I just need a distraction,” you shyly hinted, looking down at your feet. “I
get too in my head sometimes.”
took one step closer to you. You could smell his intoxicating aftershave
wafting through the air. You brought your legs together, squeezing your thighs.
You wondered if Derek could smell your arousal.
normally distracts you?” he bit out, his eyes a deep emerald as opposed to
their usual green.
feeling brave enough to tell Derek how you really felt, how he was constantly
on your mind, taking your attention away from even the most basic of tasks, you
looked straight into his eyes and simply breathed out, “You.”
seemed to catch the double meaning behind your simple response as he faltered
in his stance, uncrossing his arms. It felt like an unspoken question hung in the
air of who would act first, who would cross the delicate line of friendship you
started to panic because Derek hadn’t responded and you had just put yourself
out there. But in a matter of seconds, he had closed the distance between you
two with three long strides. You looked up at him with wide eyes, feeling
vulnerable as he towered over your small frame.
raised his hand, carefully grazing his fingers across the side of your neck,
gently nudging your chin up with his thumb. You couldn’t help but observe his
mouth as his tongue swiped across it, highlighting the pink softness.
you sure?” he whispered, searching your face intently. His
thoughtfulness sent a jolt of shivers down your body. You were unable to
comprehend how someone who’s endured so much suffering could still be so gentle,
could touch you like he was afraid you would break.
bit your bottom lip and nodded. Bouncing lightly on your toes, you tried to
match his height, and hesitantly pressed your lips against his.