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My Little Lovebird

here’s a little one i did while i was sick. i hope you enjoy!

Working at the BAU was no piece of cake. But some days, were excellent. When you save someone, when you catch a serial killer. It felt like you were on top of the world. And today was no different. So, to celebrate, Rossi decided to invite the team and their families to his mansion for some authentic Italian cuisine.

Your boyfriend, Spencer, was ecstatic about it. If there was one thing he loved more than chess, books, and random facts, it was the team’s kiddos. The whole way home from the office, that was all he talked about. The magic tricks he was going to show them, the stories he was going to tell them. It was so funny watching him ramble on and on about them.

When you got to your apartment, you skidded into living room, followed by your true love. You went into the closet to find something classy, yet casual, to wear to the dinner. You slipped on a black dress that was pretty snug, and fell just above your knees. You slipped on some matching heels and some pearls. You looked in the mirror and delicately put on some red lipstick. When you walked out, you saw Spencer wearing a white button up and some black shoes and slacks.

“Wow. You look exquisite.” he beamed. You chuckled and sat your hand on his shoulder.

“I would kiss you, but I don’t want to leave a stain.” You said as you drifted your fingers up his neck, onto his jawline, onto his face, and let them linger on his lips. You gave a small smirk as you sashayed out the door.

You pulled up to Rossi’s elaborate home, with JJ’s car pulling in behind you.

"Uncle Spencer!” came a small voice. He bolted out of the car to little Henry, who stood with his arms up, waiting on Spencer to lift him up. Spencer did just that. You smiled and began to walk toward the door to the house. You heard a whistle from behind you.

"Dang, mama! Who’re you trying to impress tonight?!” Derek laughed. You turned to face him and shook your head as you walked away.

When you walked inside, you were greeted with hugs and peppered with kisses. Penelope was already drunk and Emily was pretty buzzed. It was quite the show. The party was great. But while everyone was out dancing and eating, you and Spencer had drifted outside with some whiskey.

You didn’t remember too much. You were stumbling all over the place. Spencer laughed at your drunkenness. You got less than an inch away from his face. You didn’t know whether the whiskey smell was coming from him or you. You began to plant sloppy kisses all over his face. He pulled you closer and began grabbing around you. This went on for what seemed like only minutes.

"Getcha some, Pretty Boy!” you heard Derek yell, drunkenly. You began to laugh really loudly, with some snorting. Spencer shook his head.

"I think we are going to head out!” he yelled toward Rossi, who was now at the door. He nodded his head and lifted his glass.

"To the lovebirds!” he cheered. Glasses that belonged to JJ, Penelope, Emily, Hotch, and Derek raised around. Spencer rolled his eyes and began to carry you to the car.

"Hey, Spence? Baby?” you mumbled.

"Hm?” he said, stopping to look at you.

"I love you, my handsome man.” your words spilled out, drunkenly. He chuckled and nodded his head.

"I love you too, my little lovebird.”

Originally posted by holagubler

the kind of morning scene i want

Magnus’ eyes fluttered open before Alec’s, like usual. He could feel the weight of an arm on him as well as a steady breath on his cheek. Magnus’ mouth felt dry but he didn’t want to move after the sight of Alec only inches from his face pleased him. Their noses were almost touching and Alec’s  messy raven hair fell onto his closed eyelids. Magnus found that one of his own hands rested on Alec’s bare chest and he could feel the boy’s warm heartbeat.

Magnus admired the impossible way in which the warm sun swept across Alec’s face, lighting up features that made Magnus weak. The smallest amount of stubble covered Alec’s jaw. In that moment, it was so quiet that it almost scared Magnus, so calm that he couldn’t help but feel his stomach turn. It felt like every wall in the room would come crashing down on them any minute. He became too aware of his own breathing and the way it sped up just by the sight of a peaceful, safe Alec.

Toes becoming increasingly colder, Magnus stretched his feet out to touch Alec’s in an attempt to warm them up. And they did, causing Alec’s toes to start wiggling too, but his eyes remained closed.

Magnus let his ringless fingers wander along Alec’s body, tracing every rune on him but making sure to avoid his parabatai rune. He wasn’t about to take any chances of Jace feeling that. Alec woke at the touch and traced his own circles onto Magnus’ back where his hand was lazily draped. “Hey,” mumbled Alec, a smile gracing his face and hazel eyes sparkling in the sun.

Magnus looked up at him with the silliest grin and whispered “Hey.” He leaned in and pressed a slow kiss to Alec’s lips. Magnus swore that he heard Alec make the prettiest noise from the back of his throat into Magnus’ mouth and smiled.

Pulling away, Alec turned onto his stomach and pressed half of his face into the pillow, only looking at his boyfriend with one eye. Magnus felt his heart clench as Alec’s nose squished adorably into the pillow. They stayed quiet for a while until Alec said, “This silence is so calming.”

Magnus took in a deep breath. He couldn’t disagree more. In fact, Magnus found it so crushingly overwhelming. “It’ll be the silence that kills me when you die,” he whispered expressionlessly in a kind of eerie tone and Alec’s breath hitched in his throat.

Alec swallowed but stayed quiet for a few seconds more, almost threatening Magnus with his stillness. “Don’t say stuff like that,” he said firmly but in a gentle tone.

Magnus let out a breath of a laugh and a sad smile as he stroked Alec’s hair with his fingers. His thumb repeatedly grazed along Alec’s ear and neck rune in a way that burned the skin there and made him slightly anxious. Magnus leaned in again and placed a tender kiss on the corner of Alec’s mouth, causing the boy’s lids to half close.

Magnus licked his lips and looked down at Alec’s body, again letting himself admire the patterns of sun that the curtains made which flooded across Alec’s pale skin – the way his muscled back rose and fell with each breath. Magnus wouldn’t have guessed the nervous state Alec was in right then. But watching Magnus’ eyes flicker with bits of gold helped bring him down.

Alec rolled onto his side and placed both of his hands on Magnus’ chest, moving them up and down his body. His fingers lightly grazed over each and every bit of Magnus’ skin, now making Magnus’ breath hitch. Alec’s hands finally rested on the waistband of Magnus’ pants.

“What are you thinking?” whispered Alec and Magnus smiled, bringing a hand up and curling his long fingers around the back of Alec’s neck.

“If someone had told me a century ago that one day I would be in love with one of the Lightwood children, I would’ve laughed in their face,” Magnus said, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Oh, yeah?” laughed Alec, pulling Magnus closer by the waistband and brushing his lips against the Warlock’s.

Magnus swallowed hard and kissed Alec roughly and with everything he had. “Yeah,” he replied before capturing Alec’s lips once again.

i hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think! if you have any prompts or scenarios for me, please head over to my ask box.

in the meantime, how i wish the balcony scene went.

anonymous asked:

Imagine single dad!Derek coming back from Texas with a baby that has Hale features and darker skin - Braeden was killed when Aurora Laura (yes they named her that, stop laughing) was six months old. Rory is now almost four and showing signs of lyncanthropy so he decides to move to the somewhat stable Beacon Hills territory, thinking hey he knows the Alpha and they'll be safe. And it turns out that Stiles didn't go into law enforcement. He's the kindergarten teacher. -A

Better yet, kindergarten teacher who consults with law enforcement so he has a way of keeping track of everything in Beacon Hills (sorry, my mind went wild).

Single dad!Derek is one of my favourite AUs because Derek would be the best dad ever.

Originally posted by pixotri

Imagine Derek named his daughter Aurora because she’s the light of his life and he hoped as a baby she would sleep through the night, both came true.

Imagine Scott asking why Derek came back to Beacon Hills and Derek introduces his baby to the pack - Stiles isn’t there; he’s at diner with his dad - and begs Scott to let them back into his territory so that his daughter is safe. Scott accepts them without hesitation and reminds Derek that it’s Hale territory too.

Originally posted by fytwolf

Imagine Aurora coming home from kindergarten and telling Derek that his teacher has a crush on him, “Stiles says you’re pretty” or “He really really likes you” or whatever compliment Stiles has muttered under his breath as he watched Derek’s fine ass walk away that day.

Imagine Stiles dropping Rory home when her dad has to work, fight off supernatural threats or deal with Peter - who Derek’s trying to keep out of Aurora’s life because she deserves better than to have a psychopath as an uncle and Derek is only willing to let him into her life when Peter proves himself.

Imagine Rory coming home and asking if Stiles can be her daddy. Derek feels like he’s been replaced but Rory explains she wants two daddies and Derek jokingly remarks, “That can be arranged.” However, the joke falls through when a week later he and Stiles go on a date and things develop from there.

(I’m very passionate about this now and I want so much more)

Trained To Fight - Derek Hale Imagine

Characters: Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Kira Yukimura, Liam Dunbar, Mason Hewitt, Stiles Stilinski, Werewolf!Reader.


Originally posted by expressivedolphin

“Stop. You’re doing it wrong.” Derek told you, lifting your arm with his foot.

You groan and sit up, swiping the sweat off of your forehead. “I’ve been doing it wrong for an hour, Derek. Let me move on.”

He squats down to your height. “You’ll move on when you stop doing it wrong. Now start again.”

You sigh and lay back on your stomach, pushing yourself up on your arms.

You were a newbie to the whole supernatural world but Scott had told you that you were doing better than he did. You were bitten by Liam. It happened right after Scott had bitten him and he’s apologized profusely since. Derek has been training you and Liam at separate times. He’s especially rough on you and it gets hard to cope with sometimes.

“Y/N, if you ever want to learn to control your change you have to do this right!” He shouted and you exhaled loudly.

“If I ever want to learn to control my change I should ask Scott to teach me! All you ever do is nag and tell me I’m doing it wrong! When we aren’t training you’re rude and cocky and I’m sick of your disgusting personality!” You stand up and grab your keys. You flip him off before walking out the door. You slam the door behind you and jog out to your car. You think of the expression on his face. He looked hurt, but all the things you told him were true.

After your training session with Derek you were supposed to be at Scott’s for a pack meeting. He told you it was okay to shower there and that Kira had probably left something there you could wear.

You arrive at his house and quickly shower. You wrap yourself in a towel and pad to Scott’s room. He’d laid out one of his shirts and a pair of Kira’s shorts. You changed and went back downstairs. Everyone had arrived while you were gone so you quietly sat on the couch. You noticed Derek standing in the corner, his eyes focused on you.

You made eye contact with him and then rolled your eyes, averting your attention to Scott.

Your pack meetings were never meetings, it was more of a large hangout with everyone in the pack. “Stiles, did you bring the beer?” Scott asks and Stiles nods.

“I just don’t understand why you asked the most non-threatening person here to do it. I can’t go all wolfy on anyone. Besides isn’t Derek 21?” He looks over at Derek and Derek shrugs.

“That’s none of your business.” Derek replies and Scott laughs. You and Stiles share an annoyed look.

“Hey, Derek, how’s training going?” Scott threw a look over his shoulder at Derek.

“Liam’s doing great, he’s picking it up quickly.”

“What about Y/N?” Scott smiles at you.

“She’s..not great. In fact she’s probably one of the worst I’ve seen.” He raises an eyebrow at you and you scrunch your nose, huffing as you look away from him. You catch his smirk from the corner of your eye.

“I’m sure she’s not the worst..” Scott tries to defend you.

“You should see her. It’s pathetic really.” You flick your eyes to him and stand up. “I’d be better if you weren’t so tough on me.”

Derek starts to walk toward you. “I have to be tough on you. You’re terrible. Now I get why you’re the only one who doesn’t get invited to fight.”

You shake your head as he nears. “You’re a terrible teacher. I could get better tips on controlling my change from a sidewalk crack.” You cross your arms.

You hear Stiles spit out his beer, laughing. “God, you’re great.” He mutters and you smirk back at Derek.

At this point you and Derek were inches apart. “I wish you were more like Liam. You’re so idiotic. You can’t and you won’t learn anything. You’re better off as an omega.”

You cock your head to the side and whisper. “Then kick me out of the pack. I’d rather be alone than have to spend all of my time with you.”

“If I could kick you out I would. God, I wish I could.” He grits his teeth.

You flash your eyes at him and you feel your claws start to poke through. “Go to hell, asshole.”

Derek flashes his eyes back, trying to tell you to back down. At this point you were closer than you’d ever been to him, your chests were flush. “I knew I should’ve let Scott train you. I tried to take you under my wing, I thought you had potential. Now I know you’re just a pathetic little girl. You’re a sad excuse for a werewolf and it offends me you’d even call yourself apart of the pack.”

You scoff. “All you do is sulk around. You bitch and whine about your family all of the time. Don’t think I don’t hear you. You are the absolute worst person I’ve ever met, and that’s saying a lot considering I’ve met murderous psychopaths. I may be a sad excuse for a werewolf, but you, Derek Hale, are a sad excuse for a person. I hope you feel better now.” You push him off of you and go up to Scott’s room.

You sigh into your hands, trying to fight off the tears. You looked up to Derek, you thought of him as an older brother even. That all changed when you were bit. He seemed even more unbearable when you were in heat. It had only happened once but he wouldn’t even look at you. He was disgusted.

You knew you couldn’t cry because everyone would hear you. You sat in silence for about an hour before grabbing your keys and going downstairs.

Derek catches you at the bottom of the stairs. “Hey, I-”

You put a hand up. “Shove it, Hale.” You spit and you push past him.

“Y/N, where are you going?” Liam pokes his head up at you.

“Home.” You mumble and head for the door. You remember you’re in Scott’s shirt and you have it off and tossed at him before you can process your thoughts. You had a sports bra on, so there was nothing to see but you still smelled someone. You scanned the room and tried to pinpoint who’s arousal you caught but you didn’t care enough to stay to find out. “Bye guys. Kira I’ll get these back to you tomorrow.” She waves as you close the door.

The next day everyone was schedule to meet at Deaton’s to talk. Deaton wasn’t even in town but you guys needed a safe place. You’d had a Tinder date planned for a couple weeks so you were obviously over dressed. You’d felt online dating was a bit of a leap at your age but you still tried it. You walked in, sporting a pair of red stilettos. You had a black dress on that gathered at the waist. You’d curled your hair and done a full face of makeup. You felt way better than you had the previous night.

You heard Mason whistle and you laughed. “Shut up. I just wanted to make an appearance.”

He laughs. “Well you did. Quite a great one too.”

You head to the back room and everyone’s head peeked up at your entrance.

“Hey I can’t stay long, I have a date but I was hoping you guys could fill me in.” You smile. “Sure, come over here.” Scott waves you over. Derek’s eyes follow you as you walk.

You whip your head around to look at him. “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

“Who’s your date?” Derek blurts out.

“Why do you care?” You cross your arms.

“Here we go again.” Scott says under his breath.

“I’m just wondering. I uh..I just wanted to make sure you were being safe.” You see everyone exchange glances.

“Since when do you care about my safety?” You roll your eyes and listen to Scott as he tells you what plan they’ve come up with.

Your date was a bust. You’d worn your good thong for nothing and all you could think about was a bowl of macaroni and cheese and a glass of wine.

You walk in the door and you’re greeted by Scott. “What the hell? How’d you-”

“Not important.” Scott interrupts.“You’re into Derek aren’t you?”

You’re caught off guard. “What? I-uh..no? No.” You try to say casually and Scott smirks.

“That’s all I need. Bye!” He walks out and your left in your empty apartment mildly confused. You spend most of your time wondering how, as a twenty-two year old woman, you spent all of your time with high school kids. They were all pretty mature, but sometimes they were a handful.

You didn’t want to go to training but you knew you had to. Derek never told you how bad you really were and now you feel like you need to prove yourself. You decide to dress up for the occasion. You wear a blue sports bra with matching athletic pants. You tie your shoes before leaving for Derek’s.

You weren’t sure he even knew you were coming. You were shocked to see everyone there when you walked in.

“Who’re you so dressed up for, Y/N?” Stiles wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“I’m not dressed up. Shut up.” You roll your eyes.

“Ready?” You ask Derek and he nods.

“I’m sure he is.” Scott looked at you two playfully.

You caught a whiff of someone and you sighed. You smelled arousal again. If you’d known everyone would be here with their hormones you would’ve worn a shirt.

“I’ll take you out back.” Derek mutters.

“As a matter of fact, he’ll take you anywhere.” Stiles smirks.

“Shut up, Stiles.” You and Derek said in unison.

“In my defense I was just enhancing the vibe.” Stiles throws his hands up.

“What vibe?” You cross your arms.

“Oh, you know..the overwhelming sexual tension.” Kira says casually.

You roll your eyes. You had feelings for Derek, yeah..but he didn’t reciprocate so why should you dwell on it?

“Oh, can it. All of you.” You shake your head. Derek leads you to the backyard and you start stretching. As you bent forward to touch your toes the scent of arousal grew stronger.

The scent was masked by cologne as a pair of strong hands gripped your waist.

“Relax. I’m just spotting you.”

“I don’t need spotted for stretches.” You stand up and grab a blanket, spreading it out before lying on your back. You pull a knee to your chest and Derek kneels in front of you, putting weight on it.

“You know what my mom used to tell me to make training easier?” Derek says, making small talk.

“What?” You switched knees.

“She told me to tell her a story. Usually I just told her about my day, but it made it more bearable.”

You move to your hands and knees, reaching back to grab your ankle. “It probably helps to have someone who loves you training you. Someone who cares about you.” You look over your shoulder at him as he pulls back on your ankle.

“You have that. You have that probably more than I did.” Derek replies. You drop your ankle and look at him. Did he just say he loves you?

“What did you just say?” You ask slowly.

“I think I just confessed my love for you.” Derek rubs his eyes.

“You…love..me?” You point at yourself as the two of you stand.

“It’s too late to change what I said now..but yes. I love you like crazy actually.”

You were going to milk this. “What do you love?” You smirk.

“God, what isn’t there to love? I love your smart mouth, the way you scrunch your face up when I annoy you, I love how you smell after you’ve been outside, I…honestly? I just love you.”

At this point you probably look like a cartoon character, when their hearts are pounding out of their chest. “I love you too.” You say quickly. You didn’t mean to say it, it just slipped out.

The both of you immediately are attached, your lips fitting perfectly together. You smell the arousal again, just now linking that it was Derek. You didn’t want to know before, because of how turned on you got when you caught the scent. You were afraid you’d be attracted to a high schooler.

Derek picks you up, somehow managing to stay in sync with your lips. You both pull away and lay your foreheads on each other.

“Why were you such an asshole to me?” You say quietly.

“I didn’t want you to feel obligated to date me if you knew I was in love with you.” He shrugs.

“Do you really think I’m as pathetic as you said?” You ask.

“Not at all, I just love when you’re mad.” He chuckled.

“I’m sorry for comparing you to a murderer.” You laugh.

“It’s okay. It’s kind of fitting.” Derek laughs with you.

The two of you are torn from each other by the sound of cheers and applause. You see everyone on the porch clapping and you roll your eyes.

“For God’s sake, go back inside!” You yell and they laugh.

“We should probably go back to my place.” You whisper in his ear and he smirks.

“Fine by me.”

Morphine You Moron ~Spencer Reid~

Summary: You and Spencer are kidnapped and you are tortured. 

Warnings: Explicit torturing and angst. 

Pairings: Spencer x Reader and a bit Platonic Derek x Reader. 

Author’s Note: 


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I really hope y’all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

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“You can kill me. You can torture me. You can rip me apart limb from limb. But for the love of God please don’t touch her.” Spencer’s voice echoed through the empty room. The man standing between you and him merely chuckling. 

You screamed out as another lash landed on your bare back. Your body arched forward, trying to pull as much away from it as possible, but your restraints kept you firmly in the same place. Your arms were tied above your head and your feet just touched the ground. 

Fifth day of hell. 

Spencer stiffened and pulled violently on the restraints that kept him station to a pole. 

“Please! Stop!” he screamed out. “Please. Please!” 

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hoechyeatylerhoechlin  asked:

Hi there, could I please request Pregnant!Derek tag update? It's actually so hard to find fics where Derek is the one who's pregnant! Thanks so much!

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The Doctor Will See You Now by Gonardo (1/1 | 2,485 | PG13)

With Derek’s former doctor retiring, he sets out to find a new one. Laura gives him a name: Doctor Stilinski. What’s the worse that could happen… funny you would ask… 

and this series

The Stilinski-Hales by Vyxyn


For the past week Peter had been much more snarky than usual.  At first you had found it comical, enjoying his snappy responses and his sarcastic comments.  But that was when they had been directed at everyone else.  He had never been that way with you.  Recently that had changed, and the more annoyed he seemed at you the snarkier he got and the less funny it was.

“What crawled up your ass and died?”  You finally confronted him, annoyance seeping into your tone.  Peter didn’t even glance up from the newspaper he was reading, pretending like he hadn’t heard you as he carefully turned the page and scanned it for an interesting article.  “Peter!”  Grabbing for the newspaper it wrinkled and ripped loudly as you pulled it from his hands.

Glancing angrily up at you Peter rose to his feet, shoulders rolling back as he stood.  “Why don’t you ask your best friend, Derek?”  He asked, brushing past your shoulder and stomping his way up the spiral staircase towards his room like a toddler.

Flabbergasted, you stood where you had been with the newspaper balled in your hand.  “You’re being an ass because you’re jealous?!  Seriously?”  You yelled.  The only answer you got was the slam of Peter’s bedroom door as he closed it loudly behind himself.