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aurum1802  asked:

Hey!! This blog is literally my life and you guys are amazing for dedicating so much time and effort into it!! ❤️💗💖💟💜💛💚💙 I was wondering if you had a tag where someone gives Stiles a makeover or replaces his wardrobe?? because those fics are usually hilarious and I love them... Thank you so much and thank you for being awesome ❤️

Yup! - Anastasia

Originally posted by aspectacularstart

the very best by Rrrowr

(1/1 I 546 I General I Stere)

“Is this really necessary?” Stiles asks. “No matter what I’m wearing, all they’re going to see when I walk in is a kid who wants to play with the big boys.”

the swap by dansunedisco

(1/1 I 748 I General I Sterek)

“Scott, we’re not in Grease. I’m not Sandy. Derek’s not Danny Zucco,” Stiles ranted, slapping away his best friend’s lightning fast hands away; the very hands that were trying to wrangle him into a letterman jacket. “Dude! Stop trying to Pink Lady me!”

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Written for anon who asked: “I wish you would write a fic where Derek and Stiles are both in high school and one of them gets a makeover as part of their attempt to get the other to notice them.”

This Is Not A Makeover by i_kinda_like_writing

(1/1 I 5,699 I General I Sterek I Girl!Stiles)

“Thanks.”
“What did he say?” Derek asks instead of saying the more classic “You’re welcome”, but kudos to Derek for being original.
“His name’s Spencer and he puts out on the first date.”

*~*~*

Or, a story in which everything is the same, except Stiles was born with two X chromosomes (he’s a girl).

21 Never Been Jump Street by RedBlazer

(2/? I 15,133 I Teen I Sterek)

“Isn’t the point that I’m supposed to blend in?” Stiles asks, pointing at his wardrobe mostly made up of Costco pants, t-shirts, and flannel.

Danny rolls his eyes, “Stiles, if you show up dressed like this, the other kids are going to think you’re a Narc. Also, they’re gonna think you’re a loser. The whole point is that you need to blend in with the popular crowd. Popular kids don’t dress like they ran through the clearance rack at Old Navy on their way to class.”

Stiles frowns. “That’s harsh. I think everyone in this room could use a crash course in sensitivity training.”

Lydia turns on him, poking him in the chest with one of her sharp nails. “Do you want to make friends, or what Stilinski?”

“Ow!” Stiles rubs where she’s bruised him. “I want to make friends!”

We Prefer Good Love to Gold by i_am_girlfriday

(9/9 I 63,371 I Explicit I Sterek)

This week on Millionaire Matchmaker: Supernatural Edition - Derek Hale, a thirty-year-old millionaire venture capitalist and beta werewolf, finally gives into his sisters’ pressures to start dating again and reluctantly agrees to use the services of a supernatural matchmaker. Stiles Stilinski, at age twenty-five, just sold his start-up to Google for undisclosed millions, and ends up on a reality dating show when his true alpha best friend tries to help him get over his broken heart.

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The last thing anyone expects is for the two eligible bachelors to fall in love with each other behind the scenes.

Reblog if you wanna be friends with certain fanfic writers but you feel like you're too boring and a huge nerd 🙃
You're All I Want - Derek Hale

Relationship: Derek x Reader
Warnings: mild swearing, cheating
A/N: sorry this took me a bit to post. I got busy with some stuff and didn’t have the time to write. I hope you enjoy it! also, probably my shortest imagine yet. I’m really sorry about that, I’m trying to overcome a bit of writers block, but I hope it’s still decent.
Request: Prompts 20, 43, 70. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
“Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”
“My ass?”
Word Count: 695
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You grumbled lowly to yourself as you searched through the house. You’d been looking for the tv remote for what felt like hours, but had only been a few minutes. You’d checked everywhere. In the couch cushions, on the table next to the couch, under the couch, in the remote holder - where the remote should have been in the first place. Everywhere you looked, and every time you saw no remote, you fell even deeper into despair.

Deciding to give up on your search tactics, you settled on asking Derek if he’d seen the remote. You knew he was in training, but this episode of Friends was just taunting you to be watched.

You made your way through the loft, into the same room where Derek and the pack always trained.

“Hey Derek. Have you seen the…? Oh.”

When you walked into the room, you’d found Derek and Braeden (who Derek had said was supposed to be Lahey) kissing. You could see his arms on her shoulders, gripping tightly, and her hands were tangled in his hair.

“What the hell? Derek, you said you were training with Isaac today. Not training sucking each others faces off with your ex.”

His mouth opened to say something, but no words came out.

“You better come up with an amazing excuse, Derek. Or you’ll be a sorry, sorry boy.”

“I’m a grown man. I’m not a boy.” He smirked.

“Grown man your ass. You’re acting like a boy, same difference.”

“My ass? Y/N, it’s ‘grown man my ass.’”

You responded with an annoyed eye roll.

“Derek, I just walked in on you kissing another girl while dating me. Now is not the time to be correcting me.”

He purses his lips, thinking about what to say.

“She kissed me. I would never do that to you, Y/N.”

“Oh c'mon Der, you know you wanted it. I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” Braeden winked at him from behind, and ran her long lacquered nail down his bicep.

“Are you serious right now? You’re flirting with my boyfriend when I’m standing right here? Back the fuck up, or we’re gonna have some serious problems.”

Derek smirked, chuckling and shaking his head. He took a few steps towards you, stopping once you were just a few inches apart, and leaving a chaste kiss on your forehead.

Even when you were upset with him, you still managed to go to putty underneath his touch. Every little but of physical contact made your heart rate pick up and your knees to go weak.

“That’s my girl.” He rasped, snaking his arms around your waist. “I promise you Y/N, I did not kiss her. You just walked in at the wrong time, and I promise you I was fighting back. She means nothing to me. You’re all I’ve got my eyes out for.”

“Der, come on. We could have so much more fun. You know that I’m so much better at turning you on than she is.”

Derek stepped away from you slowly, before racing over to Braeden. His hand found its way around her throat, gripping tightly.

“Braeden, get the hell out of my house, before I make you. And don’t come back.”

Her eyes went wide, and she jutted out her bottom lip in a god-awful pout. Before she could open her mouth to say something else, Derek shouted another demand in her face, his words booming off the walls of the loft.

She scurried out of the room after that, leaving the house as fast as she possibly could. Derek ran back over to you, his hands tangling in your hair as he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

“Now, what was it you were looking for?”

Tiptoe (Derek Hale)

Originally posted by iminlovewithderekhale

Requested by @hale-ish: Hi its me again, and I wanted a to request a Derek Hale imagine where the reader is an artist and she sits I the forest a lot and paints. She even painted the old hale house once, Derek kicks her off the property the first time they meet but she keeps coming back & her and derek hit it off ?

A/N:The wait is over, I hope you like it!


She sat in the glimmering shine of the moonlight, her brush steady in her hand as she painted the frayed household of the legendary Hales. She had heard stories about this house, stories that were suited for campfire gatherings. Y/N was never one to believe in rumors, but admittedly, the stories spread chills down her spine.

Despite her slight discomfort, she continued painting. What caught her attention was the slight tapping of footsteps on wood. She paused momentarily. However her curiosity faded with the ceasing of the sound. She resumed her meditation; painting. Painting was her salvation; her diversion from the lonesome reality.

“Who the hell are you?” A voice startled her which caused an unwanted streak across the painting. Y/N looked past her canvas, only for her to meet a pair of wrathful eyes.

 "I’m Y/N, who the hell are you?“ she mimicked his former words. "I’m none of your business, now get off of my property” his voice deep and unforgiving. 

“You’re a Hale?” her words were coated with disbelief. “I thought they all died in the fire” Y/N spoke lowly to herself. “Surprise surprise, I’m not dead. Now leave” you scoffed at his rudeness, but nonetheless collected your belongings and walked away.

Y/N was never a fan of poor treatment, therefore she returned to the Hale residence in order to complete her painting. Little to her knowledge, the man from the previous day, was observing her delicate movements of the brush. She had a graceful aura, somewhat entrancing. 

He had to admit, her obstinance was quite attractive. Derek caught himself smiling at her, although his face quickly shifted back to its everyday scowl. He stomped down the stairs and out the door in preparation to scold the strong-willed young lady.

“I was going to threaten you with the police, but that would be ironic considering my reputation” he leaned against the wooden post that held the house with folded arms. 

“I will leave,” she began. “Once I finish this painting” she kept a straight face while focusing on her illustration. Derek walked past her and stood so he could get a better view of the painting. “You’re gonna catch flies” she closed his mouth with the other end of her brush, giggling. 

“That’s fascinating” he spoke in awe. “Thank you” she blushed to herself whilst trying her best to not lose focus on her masterpiece, however, Derek’s piercing gaze to the back of her head made it difficult for her to do so. He sat himself next to her and observed for hours until she was done. 

“There,” she said taking a step back to earn a better view of the canvas. “Now, I’ll leave” she said and gathered her things. 

“Wait!” He finally said when she was starting to fade from his eyesight. 

“You were so eager for me to leave, and now you want me to wait” Y/N raised a skeptical brow  at the male. “You forgot this,” he took a hold of her hand and closed her bracelet around it. “I usually take it off before painting so I-” She realized she was rambling. 

“Thank you” she smiled. “Wait” he said once more when she turned to leave. “I would like to take you out sometime, maybe you can tell me why you take off your bracelet when you paint” he said causing a shy smile to appear on her lips. 

“I would like that…”

“Derek”

“Derek” she smiled and shook his hand.

anonymous asked:

All the cookies in the world for Mail-order bride Stiles!

COOKIES! Yes please! - Anastasia

Originally posted by thekidsasquare

This tumblr fic.

Mail-Order Werewolf Bride by tolieawake

(3/? I 6,276 I Teen I Sterek)

(the correct term was a ‘Potential Lifemate’, Scott insisted, after Stiles had sworn him to secrecy).

When he was a kid, Stiles signed himself up as a ‘Mail-Order Bride’ for a werewolf. Now, he’s 21, and it’s time to meet his 'potential lifemate’. Oh, and somehow, he’s got to tell his father what he’s done.

The One With The Mail-Order Brides and A/B/O Dynamics by Stoney

(1/1 I 16,149 I Explicit I Sterek)

Wolves aren’t meant to be alone. Laura tells Derek this repeatedly. Which… is why Derek knows he’s losing his mind, as Laura has been dead for more than six years. Wolves aren’t meant to be alone.

And so he sends away for a companion. JUST for a companion, not for a mate. The universe, however, has a different plan in store for him.

Mail Order Stiles by Green

(1/1 I 17,489 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles laughs. “The day I become a mail-order bride is the day I eat my hat.”

“You don’t even wear a hat.“

“I’ll buy a hat for the occasion,” Stiles says. “A white one with a veil.”

(Stiles doesn’t eat a hat, but that’s just because he’s too busy with his new husband, his five children, his new husband’s ex, and a deadly feud with the neighboring ranch)

These Four Walls by pandabomb

(4/4 I 38,890 I Mature I Sterek)

“Is your place a mess? Do you wish you had someone to take care of you and cater to your needs? Then reach us online at www.human4you.com. Your human companion awaits!”

In a world controlled by werewolves, lone alpha Derek Hale buys a mail-order human.

Jealously With a Twist: Teen Wolf

Originally posted by teenwolf

A/N: All the Gifs used are not mine! A combination of Fluff and Smut so its now call Smuff, but there’s no smut in this, just sexy scene. I’m rambling, I’m sorry but i hope you all ENJOY!

Warning: Cursing, Sexy scene but not Sexy Time, Booty Slapping, & Alpha/Beta/Omega structure for some of the imagines.

Scott McCall:

“So Alpha, tell me do you get jealous often?” You asked Scott leaning against the coffee table swirling your finger on the wood softly. He looked at you and down at your finger movements before meeting your eyes, his glowing red eyes staring back at your eyes “No what would give you that idea, the fact that my eyes or red, or that I was removed from the lacrosse field?” He asked cocking his neck slightly. He was fuming with anger, claws showing, red eyes, heavy breathing kind of anger and you knew exactly why, you looked down to what you were wearing “Does the jersey bother you that much that you went Alpha on the field? Scott , he’s a child.” You said gesturing to Liam’s jersey looking at Scott which only angered him more.

“Yeah, a child whose jersey is wrapped around my girlfriend’s body.” Scott said lowly approaching you carefully until his hands were lying on both of your sides resting against the coffee table “If you scratch Coach’s desk, he’s going to flip.” You asked softly staring into Scott’s eyes “You think I give a shit about his desk? I give more of a shit of why YOU’RE wearing his jersey.” Scott said leaning closer to your face causing you to hold your breath. You didn’t want to tell him the truth because it was only going to anger him more, and after the anger had settled he would hate himself for not being there, just as you were going to open your mouth.

“NO LIES. THE TRUTH (Y/N)!” He yelled causing you to jump in fright but he didn’t care at this point all he saw was red. “I.. I was attacked on my way to the game.. some guys came and tried to .. tried to hurt me… Liam was walking to the game.. he saw them.. as the tried to … hurt me.. he saved.. me.. Scott .. he saved me..” was all you said before sliding down to the floor, tears had began to stream down your face, you couldn’t control your fear, your hurt, your feelings. “Baby.. I .. I’m so sorry..” Scott said sinking to the floor sitting in front of you, without thinking you threw yourself into his arms and continued to cry.

“I was so scared Scott.. I felt so useless..” you said softly through your tears, Scott sat you in his lap cooing at you, while stroking your hair trying his best to calm you down “I’m sorry I wasn’t there baby.. I’m sorry you went through that.. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you..” he kept repeating as he softly rocked you. “Jealous or not McCall.. I love you.” You said softly as he kissed your forehead “This is so much better than watching you play lacrosse.” You said laughing causing Scotts chest to throw a fit of laughter.

“Man, I am on lucky guy huh?” He said kissing your hair, holding you tightly to him, protecting you.

Originally posted by lovemusiclifexx

Stiles Stilinski:

Malia Tate. Must you continue. Ever since you and Stiles had gotten together she was always showing up at Stiles’ house asking him for help and of course since your lovable, sweet and oblivious boyfriend couldn’t see that she was just doing it on purpose he didn’t put a stop to helping her. You knocked on Stiles door to hear rustling and a couple of giggles just as you were going to open the door, Malia swung it open with a smile on her face “Hello (Y/N). We were just talking about you.” She said smiling at you which made you feel weird on the inside, as you looked over to Stiles you noticed it immediately. A kiss mark. On his cheek.

“It seems I’m interrupting something. If you’ll excuse me.“ You said turning around, running out of Stiles house trying to keep your tears at a minimum ”(Y/N)! Wait up babe! What the hell!“ He said catching you and pulling you back to him "Why are you leaving?” He asked looking at you confused, you said nothing but point to his cheek, he raised his eyebrow grabbing his phone to see what was on his cheek “Babe. Seriously?” Was all he said, just as you were going to walk away he grabbed your hand “Baby, Scott’s mom came by earlier, she gave me this kiss. Malia even mentioned it to.. wait, you thought?” He asked drifting away.

“No, baby I would never cheat on you.” He said wrapping an arm around your waist pulling yourself closer to him “So why have you a Malia been hanging out all week then?” You asked softly not trusting your own voice. “What’s today? Thursday right? Isn’t there something really important going on this exact Thursday?” He asked looking around and then it hit you “Shit.” was all you said before slapping your forehead “Yeah, so busy thinking I was cheating on you, you forgot. 6 months.” He said pulling you towards his house.

“Okay but that doesn’t explain Malia.” You said standing your ground on the fact while walking to his house “You’ll see.” He said before covering your eyes with his hands carefully walking you into his house, usually you would be amused but you weren’t exactly in the mood to receive a surprise. “Ready? 3…2…1..” you heard Stiles whisper in your ear as you opened your eyes to reveal a beautiful candlelit dinner “I couldn’t get the reservation in time, so Malia helped me with the idea. I don’t know how but that’s why we were spending more time together baby.. do you like it?” He asked fidgeting with his hands waiting for your reaction, you grabbed his hands looking up at him “Baby, I love it.” You said tiptoeing to kiss him.

“No reason to be jealous baby. You have my all.” He said holding you tightly kissing you once more before ushering you to your seat “I better Stilinski.” You said sitting in your seat, looking over at Malia, Scott and Liam “They will be serving us tonight.” Stiles said smirking causing you to laugh “Oh god, this is an anniversary I’m afraid you won’t be able to top.” You said laughing hysterically.

“Oh my love , trust me. I will.” He said taking you hand and placing a gentle kiss on it giving you a quick wink. Now you had to see what else Stiles had up his sleeve.

Originally posted by hoechlin

Derek Hale:

You were waiting on the steps of Beacon Hills High waiting for Derek to come pick you up, like he promised but as twenty minutes passed you felt less and less sure that he would be coming at all “Hey, (Y/N) still waiting?” You heard Isaac say as he sat next to you on the steps with his lacrosse gear “Practice is already over?” You said in pure shock, watching Isaac slowly nod his head trying not to screw Derek over. “I’ve been waiting for an hour and a half and he’s still not here.” You said giving up hope that he was coming at all, you grabbed your things in defeat “Hey, let me walk you home.” Isaac said grabbing your bag that felt like pure rocks.

“Thanks Isaac.” You said leaning into his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around your waist “It’s okay, I’m sure he has a good reason (Y/N/N).” He said softly as if praying Derek had a good reason. The walk was quiet but that was alright because you weren’t really in the mood to talk about anything and Isaac understood that seeing as it was the third time this week that Derek stood you up. You had finally reached your home to see Derek sitting on your porch with flowers and a small smile, that immediately dropped when he saw Isaac’s hand on your waist. “So what’s this?” Derek sneers referring to Isaac’s hand which was still at your waist.

“Well since you don’t know the first thing about being a boyfriend and keeping your promises, someone has to right.” You said roughly as if it was a slap you had been waiting to give Derek “(Y/N) watch yourself. You wouldn’t want your little lover boy over here hurt would you.” Derek said with his eyes glowing red. You marched up to Derek, not fearing his temper “Derek Hale. I dare you to injure that boy because if you do I’ll never forgive you.” You said likely threatening his authority “Don’t forget, your Alpha position doesn’t effect me. Never will. So don’t you dare disrespect your Luna by treating her like one of your pack members because I can ruin your life.” You said softly tiptoeing to kiss his cheek.

“Bye Isaac, thank you for walking me home AGAIN. Now if you’ll excuse your Alpha because me and him have to talk.” You said threateningly causing Isaac to jet down the block “GOOD LUCK ALPHA!” Isaac yelled picking up full speed until he was no longer seen on the block, Derek turned to face you.

“Am I really in trouble?” He said smirking “Derek, three times in one week. Hell yeah you’re in trouble, now get your fine ass in this house because you got some explaining to do.” You said rolling your eyes as you walked into the house with a sour Alpha following behind you.

Originally posted by chrisargentgifs

Chris Argent:

You were doing your rounds at the hospital when you noticed a familiar name “Argent, C” you rushed into the room to see Chris Argent trying to unwrap his bandages “I’m sure you gave the nurse a hard time to put those on.” You said leaning against the door “Shit. (Y/N). Yeah, she wasn’t my favorite nurse, you know that.” He said winking at you, causing you to laugh.

Every time he was at the hospital he would always find a way to get caught or in trouble just to see you, he always flirted with you and you couldn’t complain because Chris was such an attractive man.

“Ah, Mr. Argent. Trying to gussy up to my girl are we?” Doctor Monroe said reading off Chris’ chart list, you rolled your eyes at the statement. Doctor Monroe had been trying to get into your pants from his first day at the hospital “Oh are you in a relationship? Funny, she never mentioned you when I took her out to dinner.” Chris said calmly and collective as he looked at Doctor Monroe’s expression.

“Well then, you shouldn’t be led on Mr. Argent. So yes me and (Y/N) are together.” Monroe said trying to mimic Chris’ calmness, you began to swat Chris’ hands away and started to rewrap his bandages “Are you sure we’re talking about the same girl because this lovely nurse has already agreed that her heart is mine?” Chris said grabbing your arm and pulling you closer to him “Isn’t that right (Y/N)? You’re all mine?” He said lowly causing you to stare at him mouth slightly open due to his movements and questions “Of course Chris.” You said in a blank state.

“Therefore Doctor Monroe, you have the wrong girl.” Chris said giving the Doctor the side eye as he watched him walk away, still holding you close to him “With all that said, how does dinner sound?” Chris said lowly in your ear “It sounds lovely, Chris I never knew you were the possessive type.” You whispered still in shock “Honey, there are so many thing you have yet to learn about me.” Chris said pulling you away winking at you slightly “Thanks for bandaging me up.” Chris said kissing your hand winking at you, as you blushed and walked out the room trying to breathe evenly.

Originally posted by kingclaremary

Liam Dunbar:

You were laying on the bed trying to replay the conversation that you had overhead between Liam and Scott.

“What if I hurt her Scott? What if she doesn’t love me then what? What if it takes over because if anger what am I going to do?” Liam said punching the locker next to his causing you to jump in place. “But what if she likes you too Liam? Then what? Sit here like an idiot and get mad anytime a guy gives her attention?” Scott said leaning against the now beat locker “Scott, I can’t… I don’t want to hurt her..” Liam said with pure fear in his voice “You won’t. Come on, let’s go before someone sees you.” Scott said walking into the bathroom with little Liam following behind him.

You tried to grasp who and what they were talking about when you heard a knock on your window, causing you to turn your head in the direction to reveal Liam Dunbar standing there awkwardly, you quickly opened your window allowing him to enter “Liam, what the hell are you doing at my window? You know I have a door that you can knock on?” You said standing with your hands on your hips. “(Y/N) it’s 3 am. What sane person knocks on a door?” He asked sitting on your bed shutting the window behind him. “Okay, you got me. So what’s up?” You said sitting next to him causing him to shift uncomfortably while blushing. “It’s me.” You said staring at him grabbing his hand “You were talking about me weren’t you?” You asked looking into Liam’s guilty eyes “I knew you were listening.. shit..” he said looking down trying to pull his hands away, you cupped his face causing him to look at you.

“Kyle, Jake, Caleb. I paid them to flirt with me just to see if I was right about my accusations. You like me Dunbar?” You said looking at him “You paid them? What the hell (Y/N).” He said looking at you confused, but you had no answer for his other than bringing your lips down to his, the kiss quickly turned into a feverish heat of need. He softly broke the kiss “Why did you do that?” He asked softly in your ear “What kiss you?” You asked looking away feeling ashamed of your advances until you felt Liam’s hands pin yours to your bed as he slowly dragged his tongue softly down your neck “No, pay them to flirt with you. (Y/N), do you know how dangerous that is?” He asked gripping onto your hands tightly causing you to look at him, his eyes gold and dilated. You had seen his gold eyes before when he was angry or threatened “That was a bad move for such a pretty girl. Do you know what happens when someone tries to take what’s mine?” He said kissing your neck softly.

“What?” You asked breathlessly “I have to mark them.” He said lowly and he then bit down softly on your neck sucking on spot until he was happy with the size. He rose from your bed opening your window “At school, I better see that mark. Or else you won’t like what comes after it.” He said before disappearing from your room, you were confused at his statement until you looked in the mirror and saw the bright red mark on your neck “Liam. Fucking. Dunbar.” You said softly already planning his funeral with a smirk on your face.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Jordan Parrish: 

You were leaning in your chair with your eyes traveling his face trying to see if he would give you any information by his movement or expression but Peter was a professional when it came to the Sheriff’s department, so you thought a different approach would work better.

You walked over to the front of the desk laying your hands on the sides of Peter’s chair causing him to shift “What is this bad cop, good cop? Honey we both know that it’s not going to work on me.” he said calmly his every word hitting your face “Oh, honey, this isn’t good or bad. This is my hidden attraction for you. I have a thing for criminals in chains.” you whispered softly in his ear causing him to shift uncomfortably “What?” he asked looking at you in pure shock as you smirked leaning against the desk now “Seeing as your weakened by something you didn’t expect I’ll allow someone else to interview you.” You said grabbing your files, walking out of the room to bump into someone hard and psychically hot.

“Shit.” Was all you said as the burning person grabbed your hand and forcefully led you to Sheriff Stilinski’s office. “Want to explain yourself?” Jordan asked you standing in front of you full of authority. You were trying your hard to focus on him but you couldn’t get passed how hot he was pissed off “Well baby, I needed Peter to talk for the departments well being, so I did what I had to do.” You said sitting on the desk not wanting to stand “To hell with the department, do you have feelings for that criminal?” Jordan spat out the words causing you to become putty in his hands “Parrish.” you purred stretching to grab his uniform shirt pulling him closer to you feeling his heat radiant off of him.

“The only man I’m interested has to be single handedly the hottest man on this earth, literally, he burns as hot as a third degree burn yet is alive and I love him and everything about him.” you said wrapping your legs around his waist pulling him closer “And he is the only man that I want, so Jordan Parrish, shut up and kiss me.” you said softly leaning into his lips waiting for them to connect “Not now. Later.” he said unraveling himself from you and throwing you over his shoulder walking out of Sheriff Stilinski’s office gently slapping your ass. “This is all mine.” he said softly looking in the direction of Peter knowing he would be listening.

Originally posted by mieczyslawstilesstilinski

Peter Hale:

“Only you would be the one to get caught in something so stupid Peter.” You said cautiously pulling out the bullet lodged into Peter’s chest. “God all you do is bring yourself hell and pain huh?” you ask stitching him up “Is that why you find me attractive?” he said smirking through the pain that was now coursing through his body “Not at all.” you said rolling your eyes looking over at Derek who sat on the couch watching you and his uncle interact “I don’t know why you bother pay him any mind. Hes an old man, you need someone young and ready to take you to heights you’ve never been before.” Derek said smirking laying into the couch causing his uncle to tense up “Is that truly necessary?” Peter grinded his teeth staring coldly at Derek watching him shrug.

“(Y/N), don’t you feel it necessary?” Derek asked grabbing your hand causing you to jump in surprise. “Whatever the hell is going on between you two leave me out of it thank you.” You said packing your medical gear “Peter please, try not to burst your stitches because I won’t be coming back tonight.” You said grabbing your coat ready to exit “Why? Got a hot date?” Derek said now full of curiosity.

“Well if you must know. I do actually.” You said smirking walking out of the loft without a single word. “We’re going to get your girl.” Derek said throwing a jacket at Peter as he shortly followed after you, trying to stay out of sight. When you had reached your home you quickly changed into your shorts and tank top throwing yourself on your couch, with your popcorn on the coffee table and just as you were about to start “Game Of Thrones” you heard a knock at the door “Coming!” you yelled not really wanting to open it.

Once you reached the doorway and opened the door you saw Peter standing there looking inside your home “Are you alone?” he asked confused causing you to laugh “Well, I was until you came. Wanted to see my hot date?” you asked walking into your house sitting back on your couch “I was expecting someone yes.” he said walking behind you closing the door as he made his way to your couch “Your date is the TV show isn’t it?” he asked looking at the screen “No actually. You are.” you said smirking “You think I don’t know how you feel about me? The only reason you even came is because you were angered by the idea of me being with someone else.” you said moving next to him.

“So what if I was?” he said pouting pulling you closer into his side by wrapping an arm around you “Nothing, I would say that it’s cute that you actually have feelings Peter.” you said kissing his cheek “So hot date night?” he asked grabbing the remote which caused you to nod as he began the show. “Best date night.” you said snuggling into his side smelling his cologne and feeling his heartbeat.

Originally posted by dunbarfeels

Isaac Lahey:

“Seriously? He was ALL OVER YOU!” Isaac yelled at you causing you to flinch, he had never raised his voice at you before “Isaac I pushed him away! BUT I’M ONLY HUMAN!” you yelled back feeling anger rise inside you because he knew you weren’t the strongest person in this world. “So his lips, just magically nearly touched yours? Huh?” he spat looking at you in disgust “I slapped him Isaac. Were you even paying attention?” you asked grabbing his jersey pulling him down to look at you.

“Isaac Lahey, you better calm the fuck down. Because you’re acting like a child right now. You know I would never hurt you, so stop it.” you said softly looking at him sink into the ground shaking harshly. “(Y/N), how can I relax.. He’s more open than me, handsome, funny, and isn’t afraid to show you off like you deserve..” he said softly, his voice cracking in between his sentence “How can I compete with a guy who’s beyond me.. I was lucky enough to get you to agree to be my girlfriend because we both know that you’re way out of my league.” he said softly now the tears slowly beginning to slide down his face.

You sat next to him softly cupping his face in the most gentle way possible hoping he would flinch to your touch, as you turned his head he looked into your eyes “Isaac, baby, listen to me. I don’t need a man who is trying to show me off as a prize, I don’t need a man who is openly funny, who flirts with other people, I don’t need anyone who isn’t you. You are my rock and I am your anchor. You can’t get jealous because you feel threatened, Isaac there is no one else that could threaten this relationship. I love you.” you said kissing his forehead, holding his hands squeezing them for support.

“I love that you’re more reserved, and only funny when it’s me and you, I love that you only show me off when you want to because you want to genuinely show others your happy not because you want anyone to envy you. I love you for you Isaac Lahey. Now stop second guessing yourself so I can show off my incredibly sensitive and loving boyfriend.” you say kissing his lips softly getting up from the floor pulling his arm up in the process as he smiled at you “I love you (Y/N).” he said wrapping an arm around you dipping you slowly kissing you intensely before exiting the room to face Beacon Hills once again, but as always you wouldn’t be facing it alone. Not when you have your rock and he had his anchor.

Originally posted by stilinski-jpeg

Theo Raeken:

You’d been avoiding Theo like wildfire for about a week and you could tell that his patience with you had come to an abrupt halt as he had now cornered you in the girls locker room after cheer practice. “Care to explain where the hell you’ve been all week?” he said smirking but the yellow eyes glaring at you painted another picture “Of, me. I was just hanging out with Stiles and Scott, why? Did you need me?” you asked pushing past him as you continued to pack your belongings “So youve been avoiding me all week to whore around with two other guys?” Theo said lowly and as badly as you wanted to snap his head off for his comment you kept your cool because you didn’t plan a week’s worth of shit to screw everything up in a second. “I wouldn’t say ‘whoring’ around, more like being tutored to not fail math.” you said slamming your locker facing Theo smiling.

You walked out of the locker room and made your way to your car that was waiting for you in the parking lot “And where do you think you’re going?” he asked swinging your keys between his fingers. “Theo, I’m tired I just want to go home. If you’re offering to drive that’s great.” you said ignoring him and anything he had to say about your previous comment. You sat in your car as you waited for Theo to begin driving you home, the car ride was silent and uneventful but you kept fidgeting in your seat because you couldn’t wait to see his reaction for his surprise. “Okay, were here.” he said still gripping the steering wheel with anger “I have something to show you..” you said opening the car door making your way to your door “What is it? A portrait of you and your two new boyfriends?” he sneered causing you to laugh. “Nope, something way better.” you said opening the door to your home.

You swung the door wide to watch his reaction change, you were a bit afraid because Theo hadn’t celebrated his birthday for a long time since his sister had, passed. “Please don’t hate it or me.. I worked so hard for this Theo.. I know you are fond of parties but I felt like you deserved one.” you said drifting off “I don’t deserve anything (Y/N). I’m a monster and you know it.” he said softly looking over the banner and presents laying on the floor of the table that had food and a cake you had made from scratch.

“No Theo, you’re wrong. You do deserve this, if you’re a monster then what does that make us? No one in this life is innocent.” you said grabbing his hand “I haven’t celebrated my birthday in so long, I completely forgot I even had one..” he said softly looking at you “I made sure to be well prepared considering I’ve never done anything like this.. Hence why I needed Stiles and Scott ot help me..” you said looking at the ground “So you ignored me all week to plan out my birthday.. And I call you a whore….” he said now feeling hatred wash over him “Hey I know you get jealous fast and just to crazy ideas.. I know you didn’t mean it.. But I would never cheat on you. Just because you’re a smart ass doesn’t mean you don’t deserve happiness.” you said walking him towards his cake.

“I don’t deserve happiness.. But you are more than I’ve ever deserved in my entire life and yet I’m blessed to have you.. I should be banished to hell for touching and corrupting an Angel.” he said lifting your chin with his finger slowly planting a kiss on your lips “Oh darling, me and you both know we have a one way ticket, so cut your shit and make a wish.” you said smiling at him as he pulled you in front of him causing him to lean down “I already have all I can wish for in one person.” he said blowing out his candles kissing your neck before swiping his finger across the frosting and wiping it on your face “THEO!” you yelled as he ran away from you laughing. Yes this was true happiness, just the two of you together.

Originally posted by procrastinationoutlet

Brett Talbot:

“Why are you even with him (Y/N)! He’s an asshole.” Liam said grabbing your arms trying to enlighten you with some common sense. “We use to make fun of him being a part of Douche Ford and now you’re dating him!” Liams eyes were now gold and his claws had escaped his knuckles “Liam, I like him, I think he’s an asshole sure but guess what, I didn’t like Haydn every mushy but you went BEHIND my back and dated her at least I’m telling you the truth.” You said backing away from Liam until you bumped into someone who grabbed you by your waist “There’s no need to ruin your friendship with (Y/N), Liam because she loves you as a brother and as much as it pains me to say this she really does care for your well being. I don’t dream of hurting her but if you don’t believe me you can have your whole pack hunt me down, if she hasn’t killed me herself.” Brett said looking at Liam watching him calm down.

“There’s no need to worry about her attention going else where because you guys will always be her family, but I’ll be her boyfriend. She’s an amazing person and I would hate to ruin the friendship you have with her and the friendship that started to grow between us again.” Brett said watching Liam smile lightly “Yeah L there’s no reason to get jealous, you will always be my best friend.” you said walking out of Brett’s arms to hug Liam.

“And you’ll always be mine (Y/N/N).” he said hugging you back “Plus we can still make fun of Douche Ford.” you whispered in Liam’s ear causing him to laugh “I can hear you.” Brett said sighing loudly “Good.” you said pulling apart from Liam walking back to Brett, who held your hand and began to walk you out of the corridor “Hey Talbot, if you break her heart or ruin her, we will kill you as a pack. Mark my words.” Liam said lowly eyes flashing so fast and then changing back to their regular form.

Brett nodded smiling as he held you closer to him kissing your forehead “I think I have more to worry about than you. You’re the real heartbreaker here babe.” he said slapping your ass quickly while kissing your cheek “Mhm. Got that right Talbot.” you said winking at him.

2

“When Derek ran and fled his dead home and the old land, he found himself deep in a strange forest, in a place he didn’t knew and with a boy, who claims to be a deity.”

“Never saw Derek such wonders as those the boy showed him.”

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Or stuff. I’m working on something, but I can’t promise that this will work out, especially since I’m not really a writer. My thoughts just started to form sentences and I already started to write down so many notes to everything my mind is thinking out, already have songs and pictures as inspiration and for the mood, so.. let’s see. 

(Please ignore any mistakes. English is not my first language.)

Broken Pieces

A/N: This is my first imagine, so I am doing my best :) I hope to make this a series if it’s liked. I plan on doing a bunch of different types of imagines but I have to start somewhere so I am taking this from my wattpad story that I haven’t updated in forever so hopefully this will allow me to express my creativity in another outlet. Anyways if you like it great, if not, I am sorry. So yeah. Here you go.

Requests Open

Warning(s): swearing

Characters: Reader, Stiles, Scott -on the phone, (others come later)

Pairing: tbd

Summary:

When a new girl arrives in Beacon Hills, everything changes. 
They don’t know what she is, and neither does she, but she knows exactly what happens to everyone in Beacon Hills, and she’s here to stop it all.


Y/n doesn’t remember anything about herself or her past. She keeps getting these visions and thoughts of a place called Beacon Hills and the people who live there.
She sees all the hurt and pain they go through- all the hassle they struggle with trying to fix the messes they get themselves in. It’s like they’re all trying to put puzzle pieces together without ever seeing the picture.
And she knows that that’s what she needs to do- that’s her job, she has to help them with their broken pieces.

*Y/N = your name *Y/L/N = your last name

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Y/N POV

I have to stop this
I have to go to Beacon Hills

But you only know what happens to them without your interruptions on their lives

I have to go. I’m certain that their futures will be better if I interfere.
No matter what may happen to me in the process.

*•*•

My name is Y/n Y/l/n, and I have no idea about anything about myself other than my name and what I look like- and I hadn’t known that until recently.

But somehow I know all about the past, present, and future of the residents of Beacon Hills.
The Beacon for the supernatural.

I don’t know if that’s what I am; maybe a seer or some shit- but I’m sure as hell something not human.

I hope that Scott and Stiles can help me. Even though they have no idea who I am yet.

From what I know - they most likely can. The others can be trusted as well, but they haven’t all come to grips with the supernatural like they will in the near future…

Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself, I tend to do that a lot.

Anyways, my stuff is packed and I’m on a plane ride from where I woke up in Georgia to the little town I can’t get out of my head that’s located in California.

Here goes nothing…Beacon Hills here I come.

*•*•*•*

I leave the airport with my suitcase and come to the realization that I have no fucking clue where I’m supposed to stay - or how because I have about $50 in my wallet and a frozen yogurt coupon.

Shit. 

How the fuck did I plan everything, literally everything but not where to fucking stay? Like cmon. Dumbass.

Wait! I could always go to Derek’s place…damn I don’t think he has his loft yet. Scott’s place would be good because Melissa’s never home, but he might be hard to convince why I’m there and also need to stay and seek refuge there at his place.

Then there’s  Stiles - he’s pretty open and spot on about everything, yeah I’ll go there.

At least I remembered to send a transcript to Beacon Hills High for my enrollment papers.

Again y/n, you were so smart with the planning. EXCEPT FOR A FUCKING PLACE TO STAY. 

This better work. Time to start walking.

**

If I wasn’t such a dumbass I wouldn’t have had to walk forever to get here. 

Alive too might I add. I better be grateful nothing has tried to kill me yet considering it is the perfect scenario for that to happen. 

So I will reiterate. I am a dumbass.

I walk to Stiles’ place and let out a relieved sigh when I see his Jeep sitting in the driveway and no Sheriff’s car in sight.

I go to the front door, I bring up my hand to knock and hesitate just before my knuckle hit the door.

What if he doesn’t let me in? What if he thinks I’m crazy? Should I have gone to Deaton instead?

Fuck I should’ve gone to Deaton! Damn, I should’ve thought about this mo-

All those thoughts are interrupted when I hear the doorbell ring.

What?!

I look down and see my suitcase pressed against it when I leaned on it while thinking of all the things that could go wrong…I’m not pessimistic at all, I swear.

“Coming!” I hear through the door. I look at the windows on the side of the door to make sure I look decent - just because I know him doesn’t mean he knows me…wow that didn’t sound stalker-ish at all.

I see him coming through the window and straighten myself up trying to make it look like I wasn’t looking intently through his windows

“Hello, how can I help yo-” Stiles says as his sentence gets cut short as soon as he looked at me with his golden eyes widening when I looked up at him to make eye contact.

“Hellooo?” I ask, waving my hand in front of his face trying to wake him from whatever la-la-land he zoned out into.

“Uh-what? Yeah, I’m great, I just thought I saw this fucking angel and OH GOD YOU’RE REAL!” Stiles exclaims when he looks at me again. I quickly butt in before he could say anything else.

“Hey, my name’s y/n. Can I come in?” as I get out what I needed to as fast as I could.

“Uh, YES! I mean *hmm* yeah, come on in, my name’s Stiles” he steps aside and lets me walk in and closes the door and locks it after I’m all the way inside.

He actually locked the door? That’s a first.

“Why do you have a suitcase?” Stiles asked as I left it at the door as we made our way into the living room.

“Uh, that’s kinda what I wanted to talk to you about,” I said as I sat down on his couch.

“I know this might sound crazy, but I need to stay here with you - for a bit,” I say really quickly.

“Um, I mean…yeah, you can stay but we don’t really have a spare room but I’m sure that I cou-” I stop Stiles mid-sentence.

“Wait, no questions, no hesitation? You’re letting me stay just like that?” I question him.

“I mean yeah, there’s just something about you I can’t really place, but it’s a good feeling…I trust you” he whispers the last part. I look at him with wide eyes, shocked at what he just told me.

“Wait what?”

“I mean, um I trust you’re not some druggie or serial killer or something like that” Stiles adds in quickly to cover up the fact he just told me something a little out of the ordinary.

Yeah, like you’re one to talk. You’re about to tell him you know every fucking thing about him and everybody he knows.

“Wow…I mean thank you, I don’t know what to say” I tell him.

I look up at his golden eyes and smile. I look over at his face and notice he has cute moles on his face…or freckles, whatever you wanna call them.

He really is hot.

Man…if really love to just stare at him all day….we could always just go upst-

“Y/n? You okay?”

I blink for a second and look back at him - attentive this time.

“Yeah I’m fine…but I actually have some more stuff I need to tell you,” I say to him. I have no clue how I’m supposed to tell him this.

“Oh alright, but do you want to go ahead and figure out your sleeping arrangements?  My dad probably shouldn’t know your here until a few days, that-that is i-if you intend to stay that long- with me. I MEAN HERE!…with me…yeah..” Stiles drags off.

I giggle at his actions and smile up at him.

What the fuck…giggling? Really Y/n?

He smiles at me, “I like your laugh”.

“Thanks, I like your smile,” I say.

Now all I gotta do is tell him that I know all about his future - and past.

This should be fun.

~~~

AH! So that was my first imagine! If you liked it or want more PLEASE let me know. I would love to make and post more of this series. And of you want a specific imagine you can request it or any other type. Thanks!

sourwolfwinchester  asked:

Hey Guys,im looking for a fic where i think erica and maybe boyd bully stiles so he leaves and moves into the stark tower. Derek gets really mad (because stiles is his mate) and brings erica, boyd and isaac and makes them apologise (except isaac likes stiles cuz he was nice to him) but erica refuses and is just really bitchy. anyway stiles is being courted by another alpha and Stiles doesn't believe that he is dereks mate because there were no courting gifts but derek has a bunch in his car.

@teensciles says it might be this one, @sourwolfwinchester!

Originally posted by damngoodname

Valedictorian by neil4god

(4/4 I 5,061 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Lydia was supposed to be valedictorian, that was the plan, she would graduate top of her class, then get a first class education and win a Fields medal. Only she isn’t valedictorian, Stiles is and she doesn’t know how she missed it, how she never noticed the A’s he gets on every test or the perfect SAT score he told absolutely no-one about. Since when is Stiles Stilinski smarter than Lydia Martin?

Roommates - Derek Hale imagine

Room mates

Requested by @julieanncupcake

imagine with Derek and y/n liking each other but they don’t know it.

I’m sorry it’s quite a short one but if you enjoyed it I’ll do a part 2.

Warnings: Angry Derek but other than that not really just lots of fluff and cuteness

Note: I’m really new to this so sorry if it’s not how you wanted it, I tried 💕


Y/N POV “Good morning” I sing while running down the stairs of mine and my roommates small apartment, running late as usual for my job at a cafe.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

“Morning” Derek smiles back with his usual cheerful laugh, his forest green eyes glistening in the morning sunshine, I notice today his stubble is more noticeable Derek always look sexier with a beard “breakfast?!” Derek snaps me out of my thoughts, was I staring? “N-no thank you I’m kinda running late I’ve got 10 minutes till my shift starts” he nods and his face drops “thank you for the offer though I would have if my boss wasn’t such a jerk” I apologised, he looked up at me causing butterflies in my stomach to erupt ‘how could a human being look so much like a angel he was beautiful’

“oh is she one of those really strict bosses” he inquired suspiciously “yes, well no he’s a he but he’s very strict” I replied. “I’ll drop you off” he urges after a few thoughtful seconds, did he pity me, no he’s just that kind, I’d met a few of his friends Stiles, the skinny, pale and sarcastic one. Scott the sweet tall mature one and Malia the beautiful, funny and weird one. At first I was jealous of Malia when Derek had introduced me to her although I don’t have any right to be jealous as me and Derek are only roommates but I was glad when he mentioned she’s his cousin. I remembered how stiles always called Derek a sour wolf, I never understood why he said that I’ve only ever seen Derek cheerful and kind.

“Are you sure I don’t mind catching the bus” I asked, although I enjoyed every second I spent with Derek and prayed for longer moments with him “of course, I’m free all day today” he protested with a shy smile, collecting his car keys and leather jacket while opening the door open for me “ladies first”

Originally posted by iminlovewithderekhale

he grins with that heart aching smile that made me explode inside. I walk out mouthing a “thank you” as he smiled back, I liked Derek a lot! But I never had the guts to ever mention my feelings towards him, Derek was a straight 10 and I was a 3 on a good day and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.

“Is it okay if I park here? Is it close enough”

“ yes! Thank you soo much Derek I’ll see you after work” I quickly rush out looking at the time on my wrist “3 minutes late oh no” I mutter to myself running into the cafe.

Derek’s POV “Yes! Thank you so much Derek, I’ll see you after work” And her beautiful face is gone, I gulp at her sudden disappearance wishing I could spend more time with her, I knew she liked me, every time she saw me her heart beat raced like a sports car, her chemosignals would go crazy with nervousness when I got too close or accidentally made any physical contact with her, but she was so pure and innocent, naïve and kind I couldn’t bring myself to admit my feelings for her and risk her being dragged into the supernatural business and getting hurt. As I’m about to drive off I glance over where she was sat and notice her iPhone on the seat. I smile at y/n’s clumsiness always forgetting and dropping things, without thinking I grab her phone and run into the small cafe across the street.

I look around the crowded cafe unable to find Y/N, I use my wolf senses and at first only smell the strong coffee until I come across Y/Ns scent also picking up her chemo-signals, she’s scared and hurt, anger and frustration overcomes me as I barge past the groups of people trying too find her, until I come across her standing their crying, she doesn’t notice me standing there and neither does the male in front of her, his face red with anger

“I-I-I’m so sorry Johnny it won’t h-happen again” she sniffled, I feel a pain in my heart at Y/Ns sight so hopeless and scared, as I’m about to walk up to Y/N the man grabs her hand and pushes her, before whatever vile words he was about to say I grab him by his collar and push him against the wall


“if you ever, EVER TOUCH HER AGAIN I WILL RIP YOUR THROAT OUT WITH MY TEETH” “Oh my g- Derek Derek stop it’s okay” Y/N quickly comes by my side and tries to calm me down “DONT YOU DARE EVEN LOOK AT MY GIRLFRIEND” I warn him and see the terror in his eyes knowing I’ve done my job “Derek?” Y/N whimpers and puts a hand gently on my shoulder, I look at her and see her eyes full of tears “let’s go please?” I nod gently and releases the terrified man from under my grip and straighten his shirt out as a warning gesture before leaving holding Y/Ns hand.

When we get to the car she’s silent but I can tell she’s still hurt.


Y/Ns POV When we reach the car I’m lost in my thoughts replaying Derek’s words again and again in my mind 'girlfriend’? Did he really call me his girlfriend or was that just something he said in the heat of the moment…

“can I see your hand?” Derek softly asks before reaching his hand out, I nod and he continues to check my hand “did he hurt you? I’m sorry that’s a stupid question of course he did. Where did he hurt you?” Derek mumbles trying to calm himself yet the anger still in his voice. “ honestly I’m okay it was just a little pu” “Is this his first time? has he done this before? Has he ever tried to touch you in any other way?” He cuts me off before I can finish my sentence, judging by his facial expression I can tell he’s uncomfortable at the thought I don’t say anything and he slams his hands against the steering wheel causing me to flinch at the impact it had which caused the whole car to vibrate,

“ I should go back there and.. and kill him!” Derek growled, id never seen this side of Derek and it was making me scared I shift in my seat and Derek notices as the anger in his face softens to guilt “I-I’m sorry Y/N that you had to see this side of me it’s just that I care about you a lot and I feel protective over you and when I saw that idiot hurting you I didn’t think I just” he pauses thinking what to say “that’s okay Derek I understand you feel protective over me.. I know in only the friend sort of way…” I start to fidget with my hands looking away from Derek as I try to hold back my tears, my emotions getting the best of me. “Hey hey hey no don’t cry, please?” He cups my face and faces me towards him, the feeling of him touching me making me feel worse as a reminder that he’ll never be mine making me sob even more and suddenly Derek’s lips are attached to mine catching me off guard shocked at his sudden action I freeze not knowing what to do but my lips automatically started to kiss back with the same rhythm as Derek’s lips, I feel his tongue try to gain access and give him the entrance he was requesting.


seconds later he pulls away his hands still attached to my face and puts his forehead against mine and whispers “I’ve been wanting to do that for a very long time Y/N” I look up into his eyes and see no hesitance in his eyes at is words “you have?” I gasped and he smiles nodding back at my reaction, I pull away from him and playfully slap his arm “then why didn’t you do it sooner I’ve been waiting for YOU to do that for a very long time too” I laughed, “now, do you want to go get some breakfast?” Derek asks nervously, “ are you asking me out Mr. Hale?” I joke “well yes I am Miss. Y/L/N” he mimicks back and smiles at me and in this second I couldn’t wish for anything more “I would love too” I smile back at him and he starts to drive with a grin as wide as a highway plastered on his face.

Mythical Creature//Scott McCall - Part 8

Characters: Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Stiles Stilinski, Someone else I don’t want to expose yet, Reader.

“Have you seen Scott?” You and Stiles rushed over to Isaac. Isaac smiles at you and you blush.

“I…no. I haven’t. Not in awhile, actually.”

Stiles sighs. “I told you he’d be no help.”

You shrug, “Worth a try.” You wave at Isaac before Stiles pulls you down the hallway. No one had seen Scott or heard from him. Good for you. You deserved an Oscar for this performance. You looked sick with worry, you even had them comforting you.

You got home and fed Scott, you grabbed something for him on the way home.

“Just let me go.” He sighs.

“I wish I could.”

“Why can’t you?”

“If I let you go, you’ll tell everyone. Not only that, but you haven’t even told me whether or not you’re willing to give me a shot to prove myself.” You sit on the bed across from him.

“You’re not proving yourself very trustworthy right now.” Scott rolls his eyes.

“Scott, I need you. I need an alpha like you. Do you know what we could do together?”

“No. Tell me.”

“Listen to me. You have a pack now…an awfully small one, but it’s still a pack. I have a coven. We’re pretty sizable and extremely powerful. Now, with you and me as leaders, we could combine my coven and your pack and we would get outsiders wanting in. Scott, we could rule the world.” You grin at him.

“Are you telling me the truth, or is this some ploy to get me on your side?”

“Scott, I know I seem like the bad guy but I would never lie to you. I swear.” You smile at him.

“Untie me.”

“Scott, I can’t.”

“Untie me. Do it.”

“Scott, please. You have to trust me. The whole coven is depending on me to get you on our side.”

“Y/N, do you trust me?”

“Yeah…”

“Then let me go.” You sigh and undo the knots.

“I have to go get food for me. Please don’t go anywhere.”

“You have my word.”

You went out in a hurry, feeling somewhat sick. When you returned you pressed your ear to the door. He was looking through your things.

You open the door and you were raged by the sight. He was leaving. He had his phone in his hand and several of your things.

“Do you trust me? I have your word?” You grab his wrist and pull him back to your room. He tries to fight back. “Don’t even try. I’ve got years of experience on you.” You slam him into the chair and tie him up again.

“Y/N, I-”

“Shut up! You should’ve just listened.” You laughed sarcastically. “Things just got a lot worse for you.”

You throw his chair against the wall with one finger. That night you slept in the living room, you knew you kidnapped him but you felt betrayed.

You woke in the morning and checked your calendar. You had meetings to attend. You got put on your red dress and curled your hair before leaving. You threw breakfast in at Scott, not saying a word to him.

You came back home after a day of business meetings and a dinner stop. You made Scott some dinner and took it in to him. You sat down on the couch and called Adelia.

“How are things going?”

“Well. No problems on our end. How were your meetings?”

“We managed to come to an agreement with everyone.”

“Good. Less problems.”

“How is-” You were interrupted when you were thrown against the wall. You smirked at the person before you.

“Derek Hale. It’s been awhile.” He tightens his grip around your throat and smirks.

“You look as stunning as you did ten years ago.” He gives you a once over.

“What do you expect? I’m timeless, baby.”

He gives you a devilish grin before planting his lips on yours. He kisses you desperately, keeping you pinned up against the wall. “Where’s Scott?” He mumbles against your lips.

“I have no idea.” You pull away. “Facial hair only did you better.” You smirk as you caress his cheek.

“I’m not playing games, Y/N. Where is he?”

“Derek, I don’t know.” You jump out of his arms. “I haven’t seen him in awhile.”

“Stiles called and told me he was gone. He also told me of his new friend Y/N Y/L/N. I knew you had something to do with this.”

“Derek, I have not seen him.”

“Don’t make me do this the hard way.”

“Looks like you’re going to have to do it the hard way, because I don’t know.”

“You’re lying. I know you are.”

“If I didn’t know any better, Derek…I’d say you didn’t trust me.”

Derek chuckles, “Smart girl.”

Can you imagine how different (and better) Teen Wolf would have been if it had been Derek’s story? 

Just imagine that Teen Wolf was a series about Derek, starting from when he’s a young teenager trying to deal with his powers, wanting to learn the way his mother and Laura did but eventually having to rely on Peter’s manipulative teachings to twist his emotions. Imagine getting the full story of him falling in love with Paige and then losing her.

Originally posted by thealphaofmultifandoms

Imagine the story of him living every day in fear of hunters, constantly watching his back because everyone knows who the Hales are, but he knows no-one.

Originally posted by exist-in-mind

Imagine the full story of Kate abusing him - no brushing over it, but giving the abuse the attention it needs and showing people its not okay, not sexualising it by having Tyler stripped bare and chained up but showing that he was sixteen or seventeen years old when Kate started abusing him.

Originally posted by sherrykinss

Imagine getting the full story of the Hale house fire and all the emotions that come from it. Imagine Derek feeling so alone, knowing that he only has a comatose uncle and Laura left. Imagine seeing Derek’s reaction when he finds out that Laura was torn in two by his uncle.

Originally posted by foreskinz

Imagine him spending years on the run and hiding away int he ruins of his old family home as he tries to hold onto the memories of his family while fearing that every firework or poacher’s rifle could be a hunter coming after him.

Originally posted by stilessderek

Imagine getting his side of the story when it comes to Scott being a bloody idiot: ignoring his advice and dating an Argent.

Imagine seeing his perspective as he falls for Stiles and finally reaches a point where he feels comfortable and safe enough that he can open up to someone and let himself love again.

Originally posted by tweenw

Originally posted by alina-horanx3

Imagine everything that could have been and cry.