you can maybe see my hand up der in the front

dylanlovesthemets  asked:

“You look pretty hot in plaid" this could go both ways w sterek i think, like derek complimenting stiles on his daily outfits or stiles seeing derek in plaid for the first time

@dylanlovesthemets i almost listened but it kind of got away from me :D 

“Move, Scott,” Derek grumbles, irritated and tired and protective.

Stiles is limp in Derek’s arms after being struck by the monster of the week. Scott had once again failed to account for Stiles’ fragility and left him without so much as a bat to defend himself.

Derek had seen it happen, seen the big scaly tail knock Stiles off his feet and into a tree. And he’s done what he could to hear if Stiles was hurt worse than a concussion and so far hasn’t been able to hear anything out of the ordinary. Heartbeat still in a normal rhythm, no bones creaking or scraping against each other as Derek rolled Stiles onto his back to check him over.

He’s got Stiles bridal style in his arms and is walking back to the cars now that the thing has been taken care of. But Scott is hovering.

“We should take him to see Deaton, or at least have my mom look at him,” Scott is saying, still trailing behind Derek, gripping at Derek’s shoulder and Derek bites back a growl of irritation. He just doesn’t want anyone in his space right now.

“I’m taking him to my apartment. His dad is working tomorrow and through the weekend and Stiles is going to need someone to wake him up every couple hours if he does have a concussion. A test which I am well equipped to do, Scott, since I am an EMT,” Derek impatiently explains as they come up to the cars all parked together in a clearing.

“I know, I know,” Scott is quick to answer but he’s still hesitant. Derek knows they trust each other but apparently that trust doesn’t extend to trusting Derek with Stiles.

Once Stiles is laid comfortably, but still unconscious in the back of Derek’s Toyota he turns to face Scott’s worried face.

“He’s going to be fine and if he’s not, you’re the first person I call,” Derek says and it’s true. If Stiles wakes up in more pain than a concussion warrants or he stops breathing or something, Scott would be the first person Derek would contact…along with Melissa and John in the group text.

But the reassurance is enough for Scott who nods and steps away. Derek talks quickly to Isaac, Erica and Boyd, making sure they’re all still in one piece after the small tussle in the woods. But they’re fine and he gets an eye roll from Erica so they’re really okay if they’re able to sass their alpha at 3am.

Now he just has to get Stiles back to his apartment and make sure he wakes up in a reasonable amount of time.

Derek is pacing slowly in the apartment. He’s not overly anxious, Stiles has been awake since they got in and confirmed only a headache before swallowing some advil and going back to sleep. Derek is still concerned there might be other aches and pains that Stiles is waving off that should be addressed.

For now, he’s on concussion watch though so he’s trying to keep himself awake for the next hour until it’s time to wake Stiles again. He’d sleep himself but the couch isn’t appealing tonight and he knows when he falls asleep it’s going to be hellish to drag himself out of it. He’d rather get another check in with Stiles before he loses consciousness for the next few hours.

The pacing is to keep his mind focused on something, one foot in front of the other, eight steps, turn, eight again. He can hear Stiles’ steady, shallow, sleeping breathing as he does and he thinks he’s pretty calm despite the circumstances. He’s more surprised that he’s surprised than actually startled when the door opens and Stiles is standing there, leaning against the door jam. His eyes are droopy but Derek can still hear his heart beating exactly how it’s supposed to.

“You look pretty hot in plaid,” Stiles says, his clear voice showing that despite his sleepy expression, he’s completely alert.

Derek looks down at his pajama pants before looking up at Stiles with a soft smile.

“You’ve said that before,” Derek replies, tracing his own steps as he walks over towards where Stiles is wavering on his feet now that he’s no longer leaning against the door frame.

He settles his hands on Stiles’ warm waist and relishes the small smile he gets at the welcome touch.

“It’s worth repeating,” Stiles says and tilts his head back, Derek is all too happy to oblige and press a quick dry kiss on his lips.

This thing between them is new, not so new that Derek questions the kiss but it is still something they’ve kept just between them. And it’s something they haven’t taken much further than kissing. Derek had been set and ready to tell Stiles he needed to wait before things got physical in their relationship. But Stiles had been the one who put limits on things.

The pack doesn’t know. And Scott doesn’t know. But the Sheriff knows and that’s enough for them right now. It’s why Derek was so determined to get Stiles to his apartment. The sheriff really will be at work for the better part of the next few days and they both would want someone with Stiles while he’s concussed. The fact that Derek has his EMT license now only furthered the Sheriff’s approval of him dating his son. He’s been doing more to get his life together, to be a contributing member of society.

“How are you feeling,” Derek asks quietly and pushes Stiles’ hair off his face gently.

“Like I got my head smashed into the ground,” he murmurs as his eyes close again and he leans into Derek’s chest.

“Thanks for bringing me here,” he says into Derek’s chest and Derek brings his arms up to rub Stiles’ back comfortingly.

“Of course,” Derek says gently and starts to walk them back into the bedroom.

“Don’t know if I’ve said this but, I feel safe here. With you. Your space. You make me feel safe, Der,” Stiles says softly and Derek tries to keep from letting the excitement those words incited from leaking out.

“I-“ Derek clears the emotion from his throat, “I’m really happy to hear that Stiles. How are you doing for painkillers? Do you need me to get more advil? More pain drain?” Derek offers but Stiles shakes his head.

“No, just you. Come lay down with me?” he requests as he crawls into the bed with Derek holding the covers up for him to settle beneath them.

Those sleepy eyes, the soft fluffy hair and the circumstances have Derek capitulating without much resistance.

“Let me just grab you some water and I’ll be right back,” Derek explains as he tucks the covers around Stiles.

Stiles nods into his pillow and Derek dashes quickly back to the outer rooms. He checks the door again, fills up a large glass with water and snags the bottle of Advil – just in case. He makes quick work of putting both down on the nightstand next to Stiles. He crosses to the other side of the queen size bed and gently lifts the covers, stealing beneath and wrapping Stiles close in his arms.

After a few minutes of slow steady breathing Stiles snuffles into Derek’s chest.

“Thanks, Der,” he mumbles and Derek’s arms squeeze gently in a closer embrace.

“Anytime,” he says and is completely unsurprised that he means it. That he means something more, something they haven’t said to each other yet. But, Derek thinks, maybe they say it in other ways.

i had the weirdest dream so obviously i had to write a fic about it


They met at the park. It could have been a meet-cute, except Derek doesn’t do cute so it ended up just being weird.

Derek was taking Nora for a walk like he always does when she decided it would be a good idea to chase a squirrel and practically dragged him around, only stopping when another dog got in her way – probably chasing the squirrel too – and they started growling at each other.

“Hey, man. Control your dog, I’m not ready to be a grandpa!”

“My dog is a female.” Derek said, tried not to stare at the other guy’s hands as he struggled to hold his dog back.

“Well,” the other guy said, “how can you know under all – that.” He gestured towards Nora.

“She’s an Alaskan malamute.” Derek took a step back, dragging Nora away from asshole-guy and his dalmatian. “Much better than a dog that you don’t know if it’s white or black.”

The other guy stopped, looked between Derek and his dog. “How dare you.” He narrowed his eyes. “Leia is beautiful.

“Leia?” Derek asked, smirking. “What happened to creativity these days?”

“I’ll show you creativity.” The guy growled, much like Nora was doing, then took Derek’s hand, dragged him towards a bench and started to list all the reasons he named his dog after Princess Leia.

Nora and Leia ended up getting along fabulously, and as fate would have it, so did their owners.

“Unfair.” Stiles mumbles, watching as Derek heads to the bathroom. “I’m supposed to be going to work. Stop teasing me.”

Derek smirks over his shoulder. “Are you sure? I was going to ask you to join me in the shower.”

Gah.” Stiles says as his dick responds to Derek’s smile. “I hate you.”

Derek laughs. “I know.” He walks into the shower, moans purposefully loud when the hot water hits his body. Stiles yells at him to shut up and seconds later he’s joining Derek under the spray.

“You’re gonna kill me.” He leans in for a kiss, nips at Derek’s bottom lip as he runs his hands over Derek’s wet chest. “Fuck,” he moans when Derek presses him against the wall, rubs their dicks together, “you’re awful.”

Derek bites softly at Stiles’ pulse point, enjoys the moan it elicits from him. He’s always talking, moaning, yelling, seriously, Derek is the one who’s going to die here.

It’s been two months and they aren’t even close to getting tired from each other. It’s still hot, fun and - even more - exciting. Sometimes, in between fixing a car or two, Derek checks his phone, sends messages to Stiles, some of them explicit others just telling him about his day, the awful clients that destroy their cars and ask Derek to perform miracles. Other times, it’s Stiles that calls him, rambles about his dad and Leia, about his friends and what he ate that morning.

They haven’t talked about what they are – if they are something – but Stiles doesn’t seem in a hurry, so Derek isn’t going to force him, as much as he wants to.

Really, Derek’s got it so bad even his boss noticed and he’s seventy.

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My Boss’ Son

So I uh…wrote fic. This is the first thing I’ve finished in a while. Just a quick thing I wrote while at work. It’s unbeta’d with no reread because I didn’t want to give myself a chance to hate it.


Stiles liked his boss. He knew a lot of people didn’t like theirs, and he knew he was lucky. Talia Hale was beautiful, and could be pretty tough if you didn’t do your job, but Stiles loved what he did too.

Network administration wasn’t for everyone, but Stiles saw doing it for a rapidly growing business as a challenge. The pay was nothing to sneeze at either. At this rate, his student loans would be paid off in half the time, and Talia always listened if Stiles needed something. Especially new equipment.

The only problem with Talia was that she kept trying to set him up with her son.

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For You (Part 2)

Thanks to @torakodragon  for this absolutely adorable art and for being my muse in the sequel to For You which has gotten 295 NOTES LIKE WHAT

  Stiles is six when Talia starts to enforce the use of the coat pegs by the front door.

  “I had your father put those up to be used, not admired for his craftsmanship. Use them or extra chores,” She would tell her children. Stiles wasn’t quite tall enough to reach them and after the third near fatal attempt to use a precarious stack of things to reach his designated peg, someone would always be there to help him.

  But, Stiles was tall enough to do other things. Things that Laura had found so cute she had to coo at Derek until he went to smack her as his ears turned red. He had quickly started to undo the loose knot Stiles had put in the sleeves of their jackets, making it look like the articles of clothing were holding hands. But was brought to a halt by the sounds of quiet sniffles behind him.

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All night

Originally posted by songsoftheheartless

Warnings: SMUTTTTTTTT, oral (both receiving), Alpha kink. 

pairing: Derek Hale x reader
A/N: This is my first smut so if I got a few things wrong I’m sorry. So… just dont be harsh please :)  

“I’m off to a pack meeting Y/N!” Derek shouted throughout the loft. “Have no fun without me pup”

“Hey, I used to be an alpha you know”

“Emphases on the term ‘used to’” He scowled,

“You love me really though Der”

“That’s true”.

 It’s been 20 minutes since Derek left. I have been getting a few ideas for what to do when Derek comes back. Then it hit me, this caused me smirk to myself.

“What are you smirking about shithead?”

“Shut up and listen, I need you to piss off for the night you piece of burned toast.”

“Why do I have to leave this is my loft too y’know?”

“Well unless you want to listen to your nephews moans all night I suggest you leave”

“It isn’t the first time I’ve heard you guys go at it” Peter scoffed.

“Listen hear toastie, you might be 4 times my age and supernatural but I can still beat your ass if it’s necessary”

“And how will you do that?” he crossed his arms over his chest.

“I will grab you by your unnecessarily long V-neck and choke you with it”

“Well use protection; we don’t want me being a grand uncle now do we, I’m already a terrible uncle”

“That’s for sure”.

“Princess, I’m home”. He threw his keys into the key bowl we left by the door and walked in further. As he got to the bottom step from the door. I covered his eyes with my hands. “You’re being arrested for being too sexy in that leather jacket” He chuckled. “Anything you say or do will be held against you in the court of law. And by court of law I mean our bedroom”. I nibbled at his earlobe and heard a growl from his throat. I could already see the tent forming in his pants. I lead him to the bedroom and sat him on the chair I specifically put there and straddled him. He opened his eyes to see me in front of him. He smirked.

 My lips attached to his hungrily, his hands began to slide up my thighs. I broke the kiss and held onto his hands that rested on my thighs. “Tut tut tut you can’t go any further than that babe”, “oh come on princess.” He huffed as I shook my head.

 I started to kiss along his jaw line, he tugged at the hem of my shirt I lifted up my arms as he took of my top and I repeated the same on him. I cupped his face and kissed him passionately. He licked my bottom lip for access, which I happily granted. Once we got to this stage I knew Derek had to have his hands on my ass. His hands gripped my ass roughly causing me to gasp. “Wanna take this to the room?” he whispered. I bit my bottom lip in response.

 I wrapped my legs around his waist and he walked into his room. He threw me onto the bed. He hovered over me and started to leave wet kisses down my neck to the valley of my breasts. “The clasp is in the front” I gasped. “Classy” he said between kisses, I giggled.

 I took my bra off while Derek unzipped my jeans and left me in my black lace thong. He started to kiss my stomach and leave a trail from my belly button down to the waistband of my underwear.  He kissed my inner thighs. “Stop being a tease Der”

“This is my revenge for earlier princess”. He rips my underwear off my body. “I literally just bought those yesterday and they were for you”. “Maybe you shouldn’t wear any” he looked at me through those gorgeous lashes. He kissed along my inner thighs, without warning, he flicked my clit with his wet tongue and cause me to moan. My finger automatically tangled with his hair. He started to suck on my clit and brought me closer and closer to the edge.

“Der… I’m gonna…”


 And with that hum the vibrations sent me over the edge, I arched my back in pleasure. Derek started to suck purple bruises on my hips and moved up to my boobs and took the right nipple into his mouth and massaging the other breast then swapping giving the left breast the same attention. As he made his way back up leaving hickeys on the way his lips finally reconnected with mine. I took all my strength to flip him over so that I would be on top, I started to do the same thing to him as he did to me. Kissing down to the waistband of his boxer. I pulled down his boxers letting his erection free.

 I licked the prominent vein along the shaft causing Derek to growl which made me smirk as I kissed his tip. “Fuck Y/N” he growled. I took as much as I could into my mouth and massaged his balls with my hand. “Fuck you’re so good at this!”.i hollowed my cheeks and bobbed my head to get as much as I could, his hands gripped my hair and started tugging on it. I hummed and felt his member twitch in my mouth.

“I’m close Princess”. I hummed again and his member twitched in my mouth releasing his load into my throat as I swallowed.

 I hovered over him kissing his jaw line. “Don’t be fool and wrap your tool babe” I whispered in to his ear and licked the shell of his ear while he put on the condom. Derek flipped us back over and whispered “Who am I?” while teasing me with his dick at my entrance. My breath hitched, “ You’re the Alpha” I gasped.


 I yelped when he thrusted into me. It started slow and passionate then he picked up the speed and became fast and rough. That’s the  way I liked, scrap that that’s the way I loved it.  He buried his head in my neck and started to suck more purple marks that for sure will not fade for weeks. “I’m close…alpha”, “Me too princess”. I take about 5 more thrusts until the knot in my stomach exploded. I screamed his name and the sound of his name leaving my lips Derek came into the condom.

 He flopped onto the bed beside me and started to kiss my shoulder. He wrapped his muscular hand around my waist and pulled me close so my back was against his chest. I turned my head to see the sunlight starting to dance through the window. I turned around so that our chests were against each other’s.

“Good morning Der”    

The Night Ahead (Part 4)

summary: bucky came out of cryostasis after just a few months. with the help of steve, he’s trying to piece the fractions of his mind back together. while flipping through old HYDRA files, he remembers something from his days as the winter soldier: you.

pairing: bucky x reader (sort of?? it’s complicated)

series contains: angsty angst, sadness, bucky reliving memories as the Winter Soldier, violence, people die a lot, bucky trying to cope, really awful translations of German, Russian, and Romanian (thanks to google translate i apologize in advance)

a/n: as always, thank you for the comments and reblogs. any kind of feedback is loved and appreciated. MASTER LIST | PART THREE

Originally posted by khalblogo

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Honey Bee

Third part to the Bees Sting story.

Negan x Bee (reader’s nickname)

2300 words

Warnings ~ Negan language, sexual innuendo, Bee’s quirkiness(?)

Lyrics from “Big Spender”

If you want to be tagged, or asked to be tagged and I didn’t, please let me know!

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    As we walked down the hall to my room, her tiny fingers never leaving mine, I chanced a quick glance at her. Her head was down, not even fucking looking where she was walking, just taking the chance that I wouldn’t let her walk into anything.

 “Bee, are you fine with this? You’re awfully fucking quiet, and with your head down like that you kinda look like you’re being led to a fucking firing squad. I can take you back to your room doll, is that what you want?” I was willing her to say no, that she was fucking fine coming to my room.

 Suddenly, she let go of my hand, running like a little rabbit down the hall, stopping right in front of my fucking door. She leaned back against it, placing my scarf around her neck, then gently dropping the toy bee down her top again. Looking directly at me, she smirked. “It’s what I want, Negan.” Winking, she started twirling the ends of my scarf, humming, then singing.

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A Softer Voice

Lena deals with panic attacks

This was beta-ed by the absolutely amazing and fabulous @rtarara . She is the best. 

You can read this on AO3

Sometimes everything is too much. It claws up her throat, grasping at her tongue. Her heart beating in her chest slipping till it’s the only sound in her ears. Then the images start, slow and steady, until there’s an unending cascade, spilling, spilling across her eyes.

They bend her forward, those images, spiraling, spiraling until her head’s between her knees. Her throat closes, she can’t breathe. Tiny gasps through clenched teeth as the faces of her family play out across her eyelids.

Lex, Lex, Lex, that manic look in your eyes, “We’ll kill them all”

The voices come one after another, overlapping so it’s hard to make out each individual sound. They scream and whisper things that should never be said.

Mother, mother why? “You were never a Luthor to begin with, only a tool, a broken one at that.”

She rocks forward and back, her hands pressed to her ears. Her heartbeat hammers against her fingertips and she traces those faces with closed eyes.

She can see them coming for her, she can hear every footstep, can feel every breath against the back of her neck. She doesn’t scream; just breathes and feels as she rocks on her heels.

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Take Me To Church (a Derek Morgan imagine)

Imagine: The reader is really self conscious considering she’s on the bigger side (but damn, Derek still loves her) and she doesn’t believe him so he proves it to her. Inspired by the song Take Me To Church by Hozier. 

Warnings:Um, self hate? Cursing,smut, and there’s a bit of fluff at the end because who doesn’t love a fluffy Morgan? 

Word Count: 2,180 words (Whoops, I actually kinda was hoping this would turn out longer… Oh well)

My lover’s got humor. She’s the giggle at a funeral,knows everybody’s disapproval,should’ve worshipped her sooner. If the Heavens ever did speak, she’s the last true mouth piece. Every Sunday’s getting more bleak, fresh poison each week. ‘We were born sick,’ you heard them say it. 

You gripped at the skin of your stomach and yanked at it, hoping that it would disappear as you cried silently, mumbling continuously to yourself,“Fat,fat,fat. Worthless, I’m nothing.“ 

You had always had problems with your body shape however your boyfriend,Derek, didn’t seem to have one ounce of problems with it. Or so it seemed. 

There was often moments when your mind enjoyed to trick you into believing that he really didn’t give a damn about you but at the end of the day,he proved that he loves you. However today was once of your worst days and it didn’t look like it was going to get any better anytime soon considering that Derek was out on a case with his team. 

You brought your wrist up to your mouth before digging your teeth in the skin, bringing imprints to the surface and into the flesh of your body. The pain was slightly exhilarating and it numbed you for a little while but your little high didn’t last as long as you wanted it too. 

“Maybe I’m better off dead.“you murmured, dragging your rough nails across the skin of your thighs, watching as the color tone changed within a matter of seconds then something snapped you out of your self destructive manner. The sound of the front door slamming to be exact. Derek was home. 

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I made a pretty long headcanon on Twitter, and decided why not make it into a short fic as well?

Short summary, Derek almost gets himself killed, Stiles gets angry and goes on a rant, blurts out that he’s in love with a “self sacrificing asshole” which eventually leads to further love confessions and a kiss, and of course, Sterek endgame and Derek’s happiness (because he deserves nice things).

This was written in an hour and unedited, but I hope you guys still enjoy.

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Derek Hale - See you soon

A/N: I’m so stressed but I really wanted to write something. Sorry if it’s not really good. I tried.

Your name: submit What is this?

Derek’s POV

I don’t know why I let the pack convince me to come. I don’t like clubs, parties or loud places in general. Somehow, they managed to take me with them for the night. Actually, all of my senses told me that I should go. They all seemed so excited, while I just drove and tried to thing about anything but her. It’s been four years since she left me. I wasn’t the same after that.  I tried to move on, meeting new people, dating other women but no one could compete with her. No one could erase my feelings for her. It has been 4 long years; the memories, the feelings should have been touched by time but instead they only grew stronger and brought an unbelievable pain.

We reached the club sooner than I had expected. I sighed and get out of the car, following the group.

Lydia gently touched my arm and gave me a smile. She understood me and never tried to push me. She always encouraged me to rest and let the time to heal my wounds. Unfortunately it only deepened them. As I entered the room I was hit by a sweet, familiar smell. My heart started to beat faster as I was searching the chamber. Loud music was surrounding me and the colorful lights were switching all time but I still managed to see her.

 She looked different but she still kept her mystery. Something changed though. In the past she would dance in a small group, just a few close friends. Now, from what I saw, she was in the spotlight, everybody wanting to dance with her. I almost growled when I saw a man grabbing her waist and pulling her closer to him. I thought she will refuse him but she just smiled.

“Is that…” Scott came near me but I grabbed his hand and pulled him away.

“Yes. It’s her. We need to get out of here.” I told him.

“What?! No! It’s your chance to get your answers, man. Don’t waste it.” He said.

“Maybe I don’t want to know.” I said. He raised a brow and gestured towards her.

“You might not get another chance.”

I sighed and sat down thinking of a way I should approach her. I was staring at her, hoping that she will notice me. If she did, then she is really good at dissimulating. Finally, I caught the perfect moment to talk to her. She took a break from dancing and went to the bar. As she was sipping from the glass, I made my way towards her. She was facing the bar and slowly moving her glass. I stood on the stool next to her and cleared my throat, saying:

“I remember you said once that you don’t like alcohol. ” she quickly turned towards me with shock written all over her face. Her lips were trembling as if she wanted to say something but she couldn’t find her words.


I silently looked at the whisky in my glass, reminiscing all the memories I had in this town. It’s been 2 days since I returned and I was already tormented by the past. I froze when I heard his voice next to me. I turned towards him and there he was. Derek Hale. He looked quite different. He wasn’t clean shaved as I remembered him. And his eyes were tired. I looked at him not knowing what to say. He did the same, studying each one of my features.

“You had your hair cut.” He remarked.

I took one strand and twisted between my fingers. His words made me remember about those times when he used to run his fingers through my long hair while we kissed.

“Yeah. I had to. I traveled a lot and it was hard for me to take care of it. But hey, it’s a long bob. I can let it grow again if I want and in a few weeks it will be as you remember.”

“Look…ahm…Can we…can we talk? Somewhere else?” He asked.

I sighed, knowing that I can’t avoid this. I owed him some explanation. “Sure, wherever you want.” I grabbed my purse and followed him outside.

“Don’t you wanna say goodbye to your friends?” He gestured towards the dancing group.

“They are not my friends. Just some people I’ve met this night.” I said.

Derek opened the door to his car for me. He was quiet during the whole road. I could see he was holding that wheel like his life depended on it. He tried to look calm but I knew that he was trying to hide the fact that he was nervous. After 15 minutes we reached our destination.

“Do I have to guide you or you remember the way?” Derek asked.

“Of course I do, Derek.” I said looking at the building in front of me. He still didn’t say a single word as we were walking the long corridors. When we reached the door I waited for him to enter. He looked curious at me.

“It’s your home. You should get in first.” I said.

He shook his head. “It’s also your home, Y/N. It will always be. No matter what.” He said, opening the door.

I looked around the loft. Nothing seemed changed. Everything was just as I remembered.

“Do you want something to drink?” He asked, taking my coat.

“No, thanks.” I answered and sat down.

He stood next to me, and silence fell over us. I didn’t know what to say or what to do. I hoped he would begin to talk.

“I didn’t think I would ever see you again.  I don’t know what to say. I imagined this meeting but now I am speechless. “ Derek said.

“I think you wonder why I left. Why I didn’t call. Why I didn’t give you any sign.” I said.

“No sign?” He huffed and gave me an ironic smile. “I received a sign. The divorce papers.”

“Der, I’m sorry, ok? I had to leave.” I said.

“Why? Weren’t you happy with me?” He shouted, tears forming in his eyes.

“It’s complicated…” I said and suddenly something caught my attention.

“Are you still wearing your wedding ring?” I asked looking at his hand.

“I didn’t take it off since our wedding.” He said.

I took a deep breath.

“I was feeling captive, Derek. You told me you wanted to settle and a have a family and I couldn’t help but feeling guilty that I will never be able to give that to you. I wanted to travel, to see the world. I knew that if I give up on my dreams I would have never been happy and I would blame you in the following years. Our dreams didn’t sync, Derek. That’s why I left. I wanted you to find someone who could give you what you deserve.” I said. ”I’m not an organized person. I’m chaotic. I find calm in storm. You don’t need me, Derek.” I said.

“We could have talked. You could have come to me and discuss this.” He said, trying to calm himself.

“No, I couldn’t. You would have convinced me to stay. That’s why I left while you were still asleep. That’s why I left without saying goodbye. Because I knew that if I looked into your eyes I would have canceled everything.”

He just shook his head.

“I think we made that step too quickly, Derek. I didn’t even figured out myself before I said ‘I do’. I woke up one morning wondering who I am and what’s my purpose. I knew that I wanted to travel. So I left. I know I hurt you and I will never forgive myself for that.”

He just stood there looking at the floor, avoiding my eyes at any cost. I took a deep breath and wiped some of the tears that leaked from my eyes.

“I should go.” I sighed and made my way towards the door but right in that moment Derek grabbed my arm and pinned me against the closest wall.

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“I’m not letting you go. We can argue in the morning, now I want to kiss you.” He breathed against my lips. I tilted my head as he started to place soft kisses on my neck. My whole body quivered when I felt his familiar touch. He was torturing me with slow kisses on the column of my neck then on my jaw. He deliberately avoided my lips, teasing me until I groaned.

He placed a quick kiss on my lips but when I wanted to deepen it, he pulled away, holding me tighter against the wall. He chuckled at my frustration.

“What? You thought I’m gonna spare you from teasing. No chance, sweetheart. You need to be taught a lesson.”  

Somehow, I found the strength to push his hands and to free mine. I wrapped them around his neck and crashed my lips against his. With a loud growl he teared my shirt. I pulled away for a few moments to catch my breath when I saw his eyes softened. He was staring at my necklace. It was my wedding ring put on a thin silver chain. He took it between his fingers and studied it.

“I wear it like that because I was afraid I will lose it during my journeys. I was so afraid that I will lose it that I tied the chain and I always wear it under my top. You said you never take yours off. Neither did I. You were always close to my heart, Derek.” I said.

He looked into my eyes and then back to my lips. One of his hands was on my cheek, his thumb gently caressing it, while the other was on my hip.

“Kiss me, please.” I begged.

He smirked and did as I said. And in that night he let me know what I was missing for 4 years.


He had one arm under his head, his free hand caressing my shoulder.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

“What bothers you?” I asked, feeling that some thoughts didn’t leave him alone.

“I don’t even know how to ask you this because I kind of don’t want to know the answer, but… Have you been with…have you met someone else in this 4 years.” He said everything in a single breath.

“Yes… I had a few one-night stands but never a serious relationship. I just couldn’t give my heart to someone else. You?”

“I tried to move on. I started to date again but no one could compare to you.” He kissed the top of my head.

I sighed and nuzzled my face on the crook of his neck. “ I missed you, Der. I missed these moments. I missed us.” I confessed.

“Then stay. Let’s try again. If you want to know… I didn’t sign the divorce.”

I laughed a little. “You know I never  cared about papers. They are just formalities.”

I sighed. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, Der. I’m not the same girl I was when we married. I am not the Y/N you fell in love with.” I said drawing patterns with my finger on his naked chest.

“I wonder if it wasn’t  yourself the one you were trying to run away from. I mean…. you cut your hair, you started to drink, to go to clubs. You changed your behavior. I remember you didn’t like the fact that you were shy. And I remember how I liked every tiny piece of you that you couldn’t stand.” He said.

“I’m sorry Derek but your love was never enough. If I don’t learn to love myself then you can say whatever you want because I will never believe you.” I said.

“I think that deep down, the old Y/N still exists. I felt it when we made love this night. I expected you to be different but it was like you never left” he said.

“I’m tired. Can we sleep, please?” I yawned and nuzzled into him.

“Always changing the subject when I am right.” He huffed. “I’m scared to fall asleep. I am afraid that I will wake up in the morning and you will be gone.” He said.

“Sleep Derek. I will be right here when you open your eyes" I said and let sleep take me.  The last thing I heard was him whispering ‘please stay’

Originally posted by thedesire


I felt the warm sun rays caressing my skin. I loved that the bed was placed near the window so I could see everything in the morning without even getting up. I rearranged the pillow and looked outside. Apparently it rained last night, because the whole town was sparkling from the rain drops. A few people were getting out of their home, ready to start their daily activities. I sighed, remembering the time when I was like them. I had a job where I went each day, a routine. If you asked me where I see myself in a week I could have said exactly. That was one of the reasons I left. The predictability. I could see my whole life. I didn’t like that ordinary life. I wanted to do something extraordinary so I took the money I saved for trips since I was a teenager and took the first train. I couldn’t even say goodbye to Derek. I felt sorry for the way I made him feel, but the journey I had begun opened my eyes in a way that no one could have done. I rolled over to look at Derek. He seemed peaceful. He was holding me close, with his arm wrapped around my waist. I caressed his cheek, feeling his stubble. My heart clenched whenever I was thinking at what he went through because of me.  I pressed a soft kiss on his forehead and tried to escape his grip without waking him up. I went to the kitchen and wanted to make Derek a surprise. In weekends, I would always wake up early and make pancakes and he would complete the breakfast with coffee.

Originally posted by thebeautyinfood

Derek’s POV.

Subconsciously, I moved my hand trying to find Y/N but I reached the empty side of the bed. I jumped from the bed and looked around the loft, panicked that she left me again. I wanted to scream, to shout her name, but then I heard some pans clinking in the kitchen. A small smile formed on my lips. I went there and saw her aligning the ingredients. She must have heard me because she greeted me, while she was still reading the recipe. She looked confused, thing that I found extremely adorable. Her lips pressed into a thin line and a small frown appeared on her forehead. I wrapped my arms around her waist and placed a gentle kiss on her neck, making her giggle. Without saying a word, I took the coffee from the cabinet and put it in the machine. I am so happy that I kept his favorite cup. After she left I wanted to get rid of that but I just couldn’t.

When everything was done we sat at the table, enjoying a quiet morning. I couldn’t tear my eyes from her. Even without the make up and the club clothes and with that messy hair she was the most beautiful person I have ever seen. But she seemed a little distant. I could tell that she was feeling a little out of place.

“You are wearing my t-shirt.” I noticed.

“Oh, sorry. Old habits die hard.“ She laughed and grabbed the sides to take it off.

“No.” I stopped her. “It looks good on you.”  

She blushed and looked away. I shook my head, amused. In front of me was standing the same shy girl that would blush at the tiniest compliment. The same girl I lost 4 years ago.

“Tell me where have you traveled.” I asked sipping from my coffee.

Her eyes light up instantly and started to tell me her journey with a passion I have never seen before. Seeing her so happy, I started to feel bad for blaming her for leaving. In the beginning I was angry that she abandoned me but now, seeing how many good memories and pleasurable moments she had lived, I started to blame myself for being so selfish.  I wanted to have her all for myself. To keep her away from the others. I was afraid that one day she will see all my flaws and leave me for someone else. I was too stupid to notice that she saw my imperfections long before, but she didn’t care.

“Der, you ok?” She covered my hand with hers. “ You seem distracted.” She continued.

I looked into her sparkling eyes and said the words I probably should have said last night. “I’m sorry.” I whisper.

She furrowed her brow and looked confused at me.

“I’m sorry for trying you keep you here. I was afraid, Y/N. Afraid that you will stop loving me. I was a fool. I lost you anyway. Please forgive me.” I finished.

“Derek…” she sighed massaging her temples. “I will always love you. I just… I felt the need to do that, to leave. I needed to know myself in a way that staying in Beacon Hills just couldn’t do it. Of course, in the moment you kept insisting on moving in the suburbs and finding a bigger house for a family, I got scared. I knew that I wasn’t, mentally, in the right place to do that.”

“I understand.” I said and grabbed her hand, squeezing it. “Do you plan on leaving again?”

She nodded. “ I have a plane ticket for tomorrow at noon.”

“Then we should take advantages of this day together.” He said.

The day literally flew by so fast.  We went on a pick-nick, then we took a stroll in the park and in the end with settle in his loft for a movie. I placed my head on his shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, keeping me close. Somewhere, at the middle of the movie, I felt asleep.

“Wake up.” I heard Derek’s soothing voice. I yawned and looked around. I saw Derek standing on one elbow and looking at me.

“You moved me in bed.” I asked.

“The couch wasn’t comfortable and you needed to sleep well.” I said.

I suddenly felt sadness. The same feeling I’ve experienced on the morning I left. I extend my hand to caress Derek’s cheek. He closed his eyes let out a soft breath.

“What are we going to do?” I whispered.

He gave me a reassuring smile but I could read the sadness behind his eyes. “We’ll be fine. Now you have a plane to catch. Come on. I’ll take you to the airport.” He get up, and changed from his pajamas.

I slowly dressed into a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. The road to the airport was silent. I didn’t know what to say and neither did he. He helped me with the suitcase until we reached the lounge.

“You really don’t have to waste your time waiting with me.” I said.

“I’m with you. I am not wasting my time.” He said and kissed my forehead.

“Derek, I’m….” I was interrupted by a voice who said that we have 15 minutes left to embark.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to give you what you wanted.” I said hugging him with tears in my eyes. I hold them until now. In that moment, my vision was blurred from so many teardrops.

“Hey. Don’t cry.” He left my embrace so he could weep the tears. I looked up at him and saw that his eyes were also filled with unshed tears.

“You’re not really convincing.” I let out sad laugh.

“Look, we weren’t good for each other right now, but who knows? Maybe we’ll meet again someday and we’ll finally be able to built something together. We’ll meet again and everything will be perfect.” He said and caressed my hair. I looked around seeing the other passengers going through the gate.

“Just promise me something. Don’t wait for me. If you find the woman of your dreams go ahead and be with her. Please don’t waste your life waiting for me to figure out mine.” I said trying to keep my voice from cracking.

“The woman of my dreams is leaving right now.” He said.

“Stop this, Derek. I’m serious. If you fall in love then please do what your heart wants.” I said and tiptoed so I could kiss him one last time. I felt his hand on the small of my back and for a moment time froze. It was just the two of us, living one of the most difficult moments of  our lives.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

“You too, Y/N. If you find someone that can give you exactly what you desire then don’t stop. Go and leave your life exactly the way you want.” Derek said.

I nodded and muttered a ‘goodbye’.

“No. Don’t say goodbye. I know you hate the ‘goodbyes’. It’s a ‘see you soon’.”

“See you soon, sourwolf.” I managed to give him a smile.

“That nickname will follow me forever, won’t it?” He joked.

“Probably.” I shrugged and waved to him. I turned around and quickened my pace towards the plane.

As I sat down on my seat, I touched the necklace under my shirt. I didn’t feel anything. Panicked, I started to search through my pockets. With the leaving I didn’t even notice that it’s missing. I reached my backpack and searched through it. I saw a small box and an envelope. I opened the box and saw Derek’s wedding ring on a chain.

“What…” I reached the envelope and inside was a small piece of paper.

Don’t worry… You’re ring is safe with me. You wore it close to your heart and now is close to mine. I wore my ring everywhere.As long as you have it, I won’t be away from you. Well… I will, but my soul won’t. Like I said in the lounge, I hope that there will come a day when will be reunited. I hope I will have the chance to put the ring back where it belongs. Until then, have a nice fly, and a wonderful life, Y/N.

“Is everything ok, miss?” The flight attendant asked.

I didn’t bother to wipe my tears and said yes. “Everything is fine.” I said as I clasped the necklace. Small rain drops fall on the window. I grazed my fingers over it, looking at the airport building.

“See you soon.” I whispered as the plane took off.

Originally posted by gabedonohoe

Surprise Visit (Pt 2)- Derek Hale/ Big Bros Sam & Dean Winchester (TW/SPN Crossover)

Originally posted by itsokaysammy

Request// Can you please do part two of surprise visit? -@imadangerouscause

*So this was sent to me by that beautiful person above 2 months ago, and sadly I’m just now getting to it, I hope you enjoy it and aren’t so mad at me xoxox*


(Part 1)

“So the rooms are clean and there’s beer in the fridge,” Derek reassured you as you watched over your phone.

“Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. We shouldn’t have done this,” you said, nibbling on your nails.

Derek gave a low chuckle as he came up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist. “They’re your brothers, Y/N. They’d show up whether we wanted them to or not.”

Usually you would be taking the role of the joyous host while Derek would try to think of a reason to uninvite any guests to the loft, but Sam and Dean were different circumstances. Who knew that your overprotective brothers would love your overprotective boyfriend (possibly even more than they loved you)? While Sam and Derek became close after helping one another with information on the supernatural, you teased your oldest brother about his bromance with Derek. Dean and Derek would be texting back and forth constantly about cars, and sports, and you so much that Derek would be more likely to know where they were in the country than you.

You were pulled from your thoughts as soon as you heard the impala roll into the parking lot below and you phone vibrated with a notification. We’re here.

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Drinking Game, Never the Same.(Extended Version)

A/N: The long awaited extended version. If you already read my unedited version, reread this one because it’ll make more sense.

Here it was Friday night and while all the normal kids were out partying, here I was with a bed full of snacks watching Netflix. This was my usual ritual, especially when one of those parties was being thrown by my best friend Lydia. It was widely known she threw the best parties in Beacon Hills and no one, I mean no one, missed them. But tonight, drunken bodies grinding against each other didn’t really appeal to me. My friends had all begged me to come, and even now my phone chimed every other second it seemed from them asking me join them. I always politely declined, besides I was comfy in my warm bed.


I almost didn’t hear the sound at first. I didn’t pay much mind to it until…


I paused my show making my room go silent and I frowned as I looked around trying to find the orientation of the noise.

Tick. Tick.

I snapped my head in the direction of my window where I was sure the sound was coming from.

Tick tick tick tick tick.

Someone was throwing tiny rocks at my window, and the the latter time throwing more than one at once. I stood up slowly from my resting spot on my bed, and cautiously walked to my window. There was one more tick before I peered discreetly out my window. It was pretty dark out, but the street lamp that was just outside my house brought some light to my yard. There I saw a boy standing in the shadows of my lawn and he didn’t seem all that steady. He was looking on the ground for something and a second later he seemed to find it. I moved fully in front of my window, knowing now the culprit would be able to see me. I watched as he drew his arm back as to throw something, but stopped when he saw me. He remained just outside of the reach of the street light, hindering me from seeing his features. My eyes adjusted more to the darkness and I could see now that he was jumping up and down, waving his arms emphatically. This person apparently knew me, so I unlocked my window and slid the glass up.

“Y/N!” The boy yelled happily. The voice was familiar but there was a slight slur to his words.

“Who’s there?” I whispered loudly back.

“What do you mean ‘Who’s there’? You’re looking right at me.” He sassed loudly.

“No,” I said trying to keep my voice as quiet as possible. “All I see is a dark figure lurking in the shadows like a creep.”

“Ohhhh.” The boy sang. “Can you see me now?” He moved from the darkness to the light and finally I could see my mysterious visitor. The dull light lit up his features and I could see clearly now the goofy smile I loved so much.


“It’s me.” He slurred moving his hands in a dopey manner.

“Are you drunk?” I sounded.

“What? Me? No!” He swatted his hand forward dismissing the comment but swung too hard and stumbled a few steps forward.

“Okay. Slightly inebriated.” He chuckled.

I shook my head at him a smile forming on my lips. “Why are you here?”

“Lydia’s party was boring without you.” He said boisterously.

“Shhh.” I hissed bringing my index finger to my lips.

“Can I come in already?” He whined. I took a moment to mull this over but made my decision quickly when he clumsily wobbled aimlessly around like a ballerina humming an off beat tune.

“Yes! Fine! But be quiet!” I warned. I tiptoed out of my room and down the stairs, opening my door to my amber eyed best friend. Now up close I could see they were sort of glossed over and he wore a smile. I opened the door wider allowing him entrance and closed it silently after he walk through it. Stiles waited for me at the foot of the stairs, and I led the way to my room. His heavy feet stomped up the incline behind me, I winced each time praying my parents wouldn’t hear. I rushed him inside and closed my door. I breathed a sigh of relief blowing my bangs up momentarily in the process. I watched Stiles wonder around my room observing the photos he’d already seen a million times.

“How did you get here?” I asked not recalling have seen the big blue jeep out front.

“I walked.” He said as he started pulling articles out of his jacket pocket and unloading them on my bed.

“You walked from Lydia’s?” I implored almost forgetting to whisper.

“Mhm.” He hummed fiddling with the objects on the bed. They clanked together which made me think it was glass.

“What’s that?” I questioned stepping to him and pushed him aside so I could see. I gapped and let out a single breathy laugh as I took in the sight on my bed. There lie at least twenty five mini bottles of liquor.

“Where did you get these?” I asked in awe.

“Lisa Kudrow brought a case from her mom’s work at that fancy new hotel downtown.” He beamed. “You didn’t come to the party, so I brought the party to you.”

“Thanks bud.” I smiled raising my hand for him to high five it. Instead he went in for huge bear hug. It was endearing at first, but in his intoxicated state she did realize he was beginning to hug me too tightly.

“Stiles.” I wheezed.

“Oops, sorry Y/N.” He apologized releasing me. I smiling indicating I was okay and glanced at the alcohol again.

“Wanna play a round of buzz?” I offered with a cynical smile. Buzz was a drinking game my friends and I played any rare occasion we had alcohol drinks. It was simply, but increasingly hard the more you drank. It was basically a counting game, but by different multiples. For example, each person takes turns counting each, let’s say, seventh multiple you have to say buzz if you forget or say the wrong one you have to drink.

“Hell yeah.” He grinned.

We sat on my bed with all the drinks between us and began.

“Let’s do threes.” I told him. “One.” I started.

“Two.” He followed.

“Buzz!” I shout whispered.

“Three.” He continued.

“Drink!” I laughed picking up a random bottle and handing it to him.

“What?” He whined.

“It’s one, two, buzz, four, loser.” I pushed the bottle into his hand, and he snatched it jokingly. He unsealed it and chugged the liquid, making a face as he did. We kept going until both of us were too drunk to even know what a number was. Somehow we ended up on my floor laying next to each other, playing fuck, marry, kill.

“Okay.” I hiccuped. “Liam, Derek, Scott.

“Oh no.” Stiles laughed. He took a moment to think before answering. “Well I’d have to marry my best friend and kill Liam, for obvious reasons.”

“So you’d fuck Derek?!” I giggled a little obnoxiously due to my state.

“Well with Liam’s anger issues, what other choice do I have?”

“I knew you had a thing for Derek.” I teased.

“No way.” He mumbled. “I like boobs…and butts. Big butts.”

“Okay!” I said slapping his shoulder. “My turn.”

He smiled devilishly and when he said the names I was almost surprised I hadn’t expected them.

“Scott, Liam, and…Der-um actually me.”

With my mind slightly foggy, I tired really hard to consider my options. The three choices were all my friends, and Stiles my best friend. Trying to think of anyone of them that way felt weird.

“Well I guess I’d marry Liam, because he’s big and strong and could protect me.” I paused and drunkenly turned my head to Stiles to see his expression. Everything spun before it slowed resting on him. He was looking at the ceiling but nodded indicating he wanted me to continue. 

“and kill Scott, only because maybe if I did somehow I’d absorb his alpha powers.” Stiles snorted and finally turned his head to mine.

“It could happen.” I laughed, nudging him with my elbow. 

We both giggled crazily, but I didn’t really know why. When we settled a silence grew over us and I remembered I still had one more choice left. My heart lurched as I became aware of what I’d just implied. Stiles said nothing. Again he stared at the ceiling making it hard for me to read him. 

“You know what I remember?” I said quickly trying to change the subject.

“What?” My golden eyed friend asked finally looking over to me.

“I remember when you used to carry that ratty old bear around with you everywhere.” I giggled before letting out a loud hiccup.

Stiles turned a shade of scarlet and fought back a smile trying not to show his amusement of the memory.

“You know what I remember?” He said in a low voice, a smile forming over his lips.

He didn’t give me anytime to answer as he pounce on top of me quickly moving his fingers over my ribs and my underarms. The pleasurable yet painful sensation rushed over me as he found all my sensitive spots and attacked them. I cried out in uncontrollable laughter.  

“I remember.” He grunted followed by a laugh as I tried to wriggle out of his grasp. “that you’re really…”

He tickled my collarbone.


He tickled my ribs again.

“Ticklish.” He snorted as I finally pushed his hands away and tried to scurry away knowing he’d come back for more. I laughed again when he grabbed my waist pulling me back to him and than pinned my hands down to my side. We were both giggling and laughing no longer trying to keep our voices down.

“So,” he said finally. “You’d fuck me?”

I blushed at the words, realizing I’d never heard Stiles say something like that before. The question was loaded although it seemed simply. Would I have sex with my best friend? No. But apart of me felt like that’s what I was suppose to say, ‘No’. But did I really mean it? If the opportunity presented itself would I do…’it’ with Stiles?

His eyes scanned my face, looking over my hair, eyes, cheeks, and coming to rest at my lips. They lingered there for a moment before shooting up to my eyes, meeting my stare. His eyes widen as he seemed to realise what he’d just done and he quickly sat up. He scratched the back of his awkwardly mumbling something I didn’t quite catch. He struggled to look anywhere but at me only to catch himself accidentally gazing at my lips again. This exchange was odd for us, in our twelve years as friends I couldn’t recall an awkward moment between us. Even being drunk, I was confused as to why this exchange was different from all the others. But like a broken levy it came rushing to me all at once and with out warning. This was different because for the first time ever, there was an attraction between us. A desire to want more than words could hold. The way that Stiles looked at me only confirmed my suspicions, and somehow only made me want him more.

I sat up fully, which took him by surprise, and he watched me intently as I did so. He continued to watch me as I closed my eyes and leaned in slowly placing a kiss on his soft wet lips. The kiss was brief but seemed to last a life time. He tasted sweet and his lips held power over mine. I was curious as we pulled away, eyes still closed, if the there would be anything between us other than our long friendship. When I opened my eyes his were already wide looking at me. For a small second, we stared at each other gaging one another’s reaction. His eyes mirrored what I knew mine beamed, certain desire. No words were needed as we reconnected our lips once again, this time with more confidence and eagerness. Stiles moved his hand up to my cheek, pulling me closer to him. I craned up further to keep pace with his lips. I never knew that I could see Stiles this way. It was uncharacteristic of him, but he was mysterious and sexy. Sexy? The thought made me laugh in to our kiss. Stiles pulled away, his hand still tenderly on my cheek, and looked at me.

“What?” He asked concerned.

I realized I must have shook his confidence a little.

“You’re a great kisser.” I smiled trying to recover from my rudeness.

He smiled, and I was amazed at how the small action could make my heart speed up slightly.

“Bed?” I suggested. He nodded in response and I climbed on to my bed centring myself in the middle of it. Stiles climb on it but laid his body above mine. We’d never been so close and I could feel his body heat against. Something hard was pressing against my thigh and it didn’t take too much thought to realise what it was. The idea that I did that too him turned me on so bad. I reached between the two of us pulling at the hem of my shirt only to pull it off my body. Stiles stared at me clad in my bra. He blinked a few times and then his lips connected with my cleavage. He kissed it lightly following the natural curve of my breast. I sighed at the sensation and laced my finger in his hair. He moved down to my bare torso kissing every inch he could find, finally stopping at the waist band of my sleeping shorts. He glanced up at me asking for permission to take them off. I nodded and a second later they were tossed aside along with his t-shirt. His head was between my thighs now kissing up and down my thighs. I arched my back feeling my panties dampen each time his lips connected with them. I lifted my head up to watch him and noticed I was wearing my unicorn underwear, and cursed myself for picking today of all days to wear the most unsexy piece of clothing I owned. Stiles didn’t seem to mind as he skilfully discarded them from my body added them to the pile that was forming on the floor. He placed his head at my sex again, and without warning licked a stripe along my folds. I wined in pleasure as his tongue connected with my clit and he licked circles with it. I moaned and this only coaxed him to move faster along the sensitive bundle of nerves. Again, my fingers found his hair and tugged lightly on it pushing him further into my core. A rippling was forming in my stomach and my breathing became more and more laboured with every expert movement of his tongue.

“Stiles,” I breathed out knowing I was only seconds away from my release. “I’m going to come.”

“Come, Y/N.” His sweet voice saying the two words plummeted me over my edge and I writhed with satisfaction. He sat up from his perch between my legs licking every last bit of me from his lips. I was amazed at how sexy he could be without trying and I wondered how I’d gone this long without knowing. With both rid ourselves of the last of our clothing until we were both completely naked. Stiles was still sitting up and he looked over my body with greedy eyes. I hugged my chest, as I lay there, feeling exposed. But he pushed my arms away,

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered as he bent down to give me a kiss. His lips moved from mine to my jawline and up to the spot behind me ear down my neck nibbling and sucking until finally finding a home at my sweet spot on the crook of my neck. He hands floated over my body touching every inch it could reach.

“Stiles?” I wined.

“Hm?” He hummed into my neck.

“Fuck me, please?”

He stopped teasing me and sat up in awe of my words.

“W-what?” He stuttered.

“Please?” I begged and that’s all it took as he lined the tip of his hard length with my entrance.

“Are you sure?” He asked but I could already feel him entering achingly slow. I nodded my head furiously clawing at his hips to come closer to mine.

“Y/N, are you sure?” He said again and this time I heard the seriousness in his voice. I was unsure what response I was suppose to give. So I settle with a firm yes. Not a moment after I utter the word was the entirety of his member inside me and I chocked back a yelp that almost escaped me throat.

“Fuck.” Stiles groaned.

He began sliding in and out of me and at first it was slow and deliberate. But soon his thrusts quickened stirring up the familiar feeling in her lower abdomen. An excitement ran through my body at the though that I may come once again. I hadn’t had sex many times before, but not even to myself could I come more than once in such a small period of time. Stiles’s warm hands found my breast and held on to them as his movements grew needier and sloppy. With his thumb and forefinger he pinch and pulled the hard nubs adding to the pleasure he was already giving me. My wines and moans seemed to be giving him an equal amount of euphoria as I caught him several times watching me. He consistently grazed over my g-spot making the fire in my belly pool and threaten to spill over any moment.

“You’re going to make me come.” I wined digging my nails in to my bed sheets. He responded by slamming his body harder into mine and making his member hit my g-spot just as hard. I cried out and with one last thrust the fire inside me spilled over my body setting even my veins a flame. My walls tighten around him and I could feel him able to move easier inside me because of the new lubrication from my come. He threw his head back at the new feeling moving his hands from my boobs to my hips getting a better grip. Once again, he moved fast within me allowing me to ride out my orgasm and to reach his. Stiles let out a growl slowing his movements as I felt his hot white liquid released inside of me. He pulled out falling backwards on my bed, and only our breathing and the smell of sex filled my room. I laid there in a blissful state letting my thoughts run wild, and it was only when I began drifting off to sleep that it hit me.

We hadn’t used protection.

“Stiles!” I gasped shooting up.

He’d been a sleep and clumsily thrashed around on the bed only to fall off hitting the ground with a loud ‘thud.’

“What? What?” He said hastily massaging a spot on his back where he must have fallen.

“We fucked up.”

Of Pups and Alphas - 2

Requested by @screams-setonfire : Can you do a part two to the overprotective of baby mama Derek Hale imagine? The first one was beautiful ?

Prompt: Derek and you get paint for the nursery. Derek scares an employee at a fast food restaurant and the baby kicks for the first time.

Characters: Derek x Pregnant!reader

Word count: ~1700 words

A/N: Second part of the protective daddy!derek series. Part 1

You pulled on your shirt before inspecting yourself in the full-length mirror. Your baby bump was now clearly visible, stretching out your shirt. Turning a bit you inspected you bump from the side – first you were surprised about how big your bump was despite that you only were 3 months along, but Deaton had explained that it was completely normal.

Werewolf pregnancies in general are shorter than human ones and since you were carrying the child of an alpha it wasn’t surprising that your pregnancy was moving along faster as well.

Sighing you ran one hand through your hair and with a last glance in the mirror you left the bedroom.

“Derek!”, you shouted while walking into the kitchen.

Before you could shout for him again Derek came running, crouching down in a fighting stance in front of you.

Puzzled you looked down at him while Derek’s eyes scanned the room.

“What the hell are you doing, Der?”

Derek breathed in deeply before his stance relaxed and he drew himself up to his full height.

“Don’t scream my name like that. I thought you were getting attacked.”

Laughing you patted Derek’s cheek, “You’re really acting like a guard dog since I’m pregnant, Derek.”

Anyone else would have gotten a good punch from Derek for calling him a dog but you only got a weak glare.

“I wanna buy some paint for the nursery,” you said, completely ignoring Derek’s glare.

“I can call Lydia over to watch you while I buy some paint. What color do you want?” Derek asked.

You frowned and crossed your arms over your chest, “I said I want to buy the paint and you’re going to take me somewhere where I can do that.”

“Can’t you stay home while I buy the paint?” Derek whined.

Since you got pregnant Derek tried to keep you home as much as possible. Usually, you didn’t mind, it was sweet how worried he was, but you were adamant about buying the paint yourself.

You glared at Derek, letting him know exactly what you thought about his plan. Derek frowned and glared back at you for a few seconds but soon sighed, “Fine.”

You cheered and Derek’s lips twitched up in a smile – he would do anything to see you happy.

Half an hour later you arrived at the store and immediately shuffled towards the paint buckets, Derek hot on your heels.

You looked at the different colors, wondering what would be best for the nursery. Since you didn’t know the gender of your child it was impossible to choose one of the typical colors for girls or boys. On the other hand it was a good thing since you didn’t want your child to grow up forced into some stupid gender role.

Maybe it would be cool to draw something on the walls, like a scene from a fairy tale. The first fairy tale coming to your mind was little red riding hood. You chuckled about the irony of your idea, but hey, it was a cute idea nonetheless.

While you were still thinking about all the colors you would need Derek stood behind you with his arms crossed over his chest, looking the aisle up and down. Every time someone else wanted to walk into the same aisle he shot them a glare, effectively making them turn on their heel.

You tried to grab a paint bucket, but immediately Derek reached over you and took the bucket, his chest pressing against your back.

“You shouldn’t lift heavy things,” Derek grumbled when you looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“You don’t let me lift anything,” you replied, the amusement clear in your voice.

Derek shrugged, “Is that a problem?”

“Nope, but we still need more paint.”

You started to point at all the colors you wanted and Derek diligently lifted them down.

In the end you had choosen 7 different colors and Derek carried them all to the register at one go. Honestly, you were impressed by how he managed to balance them all.

A few minutes later you sat in the car again, the paint buckets safely stored in the trunk. You spent the drive in comfortable silence, playing with Derek’s fingers.

You drove past a restaurant and immediately decided that you were hungry. Really hungry.


Derek quickly glanced at you, squeezing your hand to let you know that he was listening.

“I’m really hungry,” you stated, rubbing your baby bump to emphasize your statement.

“Yeah? I could cook something for you when we’re back.”

“Nooo, you’re just going to make me some healthy crap,” you groaned.

Derek raised an eyebrow, looking at you out of the corner of his eyes, “It’s good for the pup.”

“Your pup wants curly fries, a milkshake, salad and burgers.”

Derek was silent, staring straight at the road.


You saw his jaw clench and knew you had won.

“Fine, let’s stop somewhere, but tomorrow I’m cooking again,” Derek relented.

10 minutes later you were skipping into a fast food restaurant, mentally making a list of all the things you were going to get.

You stopped in front of the counter, Derek planting himself behind you, one of his hands softly resting on your bump.

A young employee, maybe around 17 years old, sent you a tired look.

“What can I get for you?” he drawled out his words, but you were focused on starting at the pictures of food behind him.

“Mhhm… I want a vanilla, a strawberry and a chocolate milkshake. 3 large orders of curly fries, a salad and 5 cheeseburgers,” you tilted your head to look at Derek, “do you want anything, Der?”

Derek shook his head and you turned back to the young employee, “Okay, that’s it… oh, can you put mustard on the cheeseburgers and no ketchup?”

The employee groaned, “You sure you want to order so much? And no mustard, we only put ketchup on cheeseburgers.”

You shoulders fell and you immediately teared up. Damn pregnancy hormones, but you really wanted mustard and you could order whatever you want! Stupid boy!

Derek pulled you closer, a low growl reverberating in his chest. You wanted to calm him down, but Derek had already stepped in front of you, slamming his hands down on the counter.

The employee’s eyes widened almost comically when Derek leaned over the counter, his muscular arms clearly visible thanks to the black t-shirt he was wearing.

Derek’s voice was rough, a bit of his alpha voice slipping through and you were sure his eyes had flashed red by now.

“Listen, kid. You’re getting my girl her order and she is getting her cheeseburgers with mustard, are we clear? I don’t want to hurt a kid, but I’m going to if you push my patience any further.”

Not even five minutes later you held your order in your arms and made your way out of the restaurant. Derek held the car door open for you and you smiled up at him gratefully.

“Thanks Derek, but the poor kid almost pissed his pants and what did we say about growling at people?”

“I know, but you know how I get. My wolf freaks out when he thinks you or the pup are in any kind of danger and I could literally smell your tears.”

Pouting you got into the car. Derek placed one hand on the car door and leaned down with a smirk, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“It was fun and the kid deserved it,” with that words he closed the door.

Still smirking Derek slid into the driver’s seat. You decided not to say more. Scaring that boy seemed to make Derek happy and long as you had your food you were content.

Once you reached the loft Derek led you upstairs and you started to spread out your food next to you on the couch while Derek left to get the paint.

You were just unwrapping your first burger when you felt a sudden pressure against your bump. Surprised you placed your free hand on the bump. You almost wanted to pull your hand back when you felt it again. That was your baby. Kicking. Your baby was kicking!

“Derek!” You screamed loudly, “Derek! Hurry!”

You heard something clank to the ground – hopefully the paint buckets and not Derek.

Only seconds later Derek burst into the loft, his canines extended. You gave him an incredulous look when he panned his gaze around the room.

You felt the baby kick again and you let out a surprised noise. Derek rushed towards you and kneeled down in front of the couch, his hands awkwardly hovering over your body.

“W-What’s wrong? Tell me what’s wrong, baby. Should I get Deaton? (f/n)?”

“Shut up, Derek.” You grabbed one of Derek’s hands and placed it on your belly. As if the baby knew what you wanted you felt another kick, even stronger than the ones before.

Derek jumped back a bit, but immediately placed his hand back down, a look of wonder on his face.

“Our pup is kicking…” Derek mumbled, more to himself than to you.

He gently pushed your shirt up and placed his hand on your bare skin. You giggled when you felt another kick and Derek look up at you with a boyish grin. You had never seen Derek look so happy, so carefree.

Derek pulled you down and nuzzled his head in your neck, inhaling your scent.

“He’s just as strong as his daddy,” he mumbled against your skin.

“I think it’s a girl and she’s going to be just as strong as her mommy,” you said and ran a hand through Derek’s hair, “I told you our baby wants burgers and curly fries.”

You could feel Derek smile against your neck, “I’m still cooking something healthy tomorrow, (f/n). And we have to buy new paint, I dropped all of it.

Hunger - chapter 22

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Stiles doesn’t know where the clouds came from, but a few drops of rain spatter against the windshield of Chris’s SUV, and slide down the glass like tears.

The road is blocked by cars, and by six heavily armed men.

“If you get the chance to run,” Chris Argent says to nobody in particular, or maybe to all of them, “you take it.”

He opens the driver’s side door and steps out onto the road. Stiles hears the crunch of his boots hitting the dirt. He still has Kate’s firearm in his hand, but Stiles has no idea how many rounds he has left. And he’s massively outgunned.

The hunters walk toward the SUV, fanning out as they move.

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Derek Hale Story (7)

Date with Derek:

Originally posted by rickdixonandthefandomlifeposts

You are at home doing what basically every girl does when getting ready for a date or event. You are dancing around to some of your favorite songs while looking for something to wear. Your just going to be chilling out at his place, a simple date. so there is no need to over do it with your outfit. 

You decide on a dark blue shirt and jeans. You straighten your hair and gather your makeup together to start applying the products to your face. You go with a smokey eye look and natural color lipstick. 

You walk to your body mirror in your room and admire your simple look. You smile and give your self a wink. And then laugh at your self for being silly. You grab your purse making sure you have everything you’ll need.  

As your walking down the stairs holding your purse in one hand and cell phone in the other, you check the time on your phone and it read 7:03pm. You hear a knock on your door. Obviously that must be Derek you think to your self. 

You walk to the front door and open it seeing a very gorgeous man. Your date Derek Hale. And he is smiling. 

“Why hello there, you know your late” You say laughing a bit

Derek straightens his back a bit and says “Traffic” 

“Traffic in beacon hills, I don’t think i have seen much of that ever” You say in a mocking tone while smiling a bit.

“Let’s go hun” You say closing the door and locking it.

“Hun” He asks

“Yeah your hun” You reply

Derek just smiles and opens the passenger door for you to get in his car. 

“Thank you” You say politely

You swear you have a permanent blush on your face this whole time you have been with Derek, thank goodness he is focused on the road and not looking directly at my face.

“I’m looking forward to this date” Derek says glancing your way

“Yeah i’m looking forward to the pizza” You say

Derek laughs.

“So your using me for food” He says more of a statement than a question

“Well of course, how else is a girl gonna eat” You laugh turning your head to Derek. He fake scoffs at your remark.

You arrive at Derek’s loft. Derek opens the car door for you and waits till your out of the car to shut the door. You follow Derek into his loft and you sit on his couch. Derek comes to sit beside you with a little smirk on his beautiful face. 

“So what would you like to watch” He asks 

You think for a second. “I don’t know do you have any options i can choose from” You ask

“I have a decent amount collection of dvds you can look through” He points to a big box on the floor at the other end of the couch. 

You get off the couch and start rummaging through the dvds. Derek takes his cell phone out of his pocket to order the pizza. By now Derek doesn’t have to ask you what you kind of pizza you would want. Derek and you have known each other a little while now and he always remembers things you say and do. like your favorite pizza toppings. so that’s what he ordered an XL Pizza of your favorite toppings and a 2 Liter of Pepsi. 

You pick your favorite comedy movie. “This one” You say excited to watch the movie with Derek. You pass the DVD to Derek and he puts it on. 

You and Derek sat close together on his couch. Derek snakes his arm around your shoulders and turns his head to you, he starts smiling seeing you are trying to hide a smile on your face and a small blush. You lean in closer to cuddle up to him. You both stay cuddling for awhile until one of you speaks. 

“Thank you for agreeing to this date” Derek says to you

You look up at him and reply “Of course, Trust me i wanted to go on this date. And maybe even another one” You look don for a second than back up to Derek. 

Derek chuckles “Definitely another date” He says

You smile for what seemed to be the hundredth million time being with Derek.

The movie is coming to an end, You wish you could stay cuddling like this longer with the sour wolf. 

“Thank you for letting me watch my favorite movie, and for this wonderful relaxing date” You speak to the handsome Derek Hale who is beside you.

“It was my pleasure sweetheart” Derek says and smiles at you

The movie ends and You get all your belongings together and You and Derek leave his loft. Derek opens his car door for you and closes it going to his side of his car to drive you home. You turn on the radio looking for a good station. And yes you can touch Derek’s car and any belonging of his all you want and the big bad wold wont do shit about it because your just to damn adorable to him. You find a decent station and it’s playing a pretty old pop song. You smile at the song and look at Derek He gives an annoyed look about the song but let’s it play for your happiness. You start singing the lyrics and head bobbing to the music. 

“ Am I your fire?

Your one desire
Yes I know it’s too late
But I want it that way” You sung 

Derek was trying to hide a smile from listening to you sing backstreet boys.

You continued singing but a little louder and dancing more. 

“ Tell me why
Ain’t nothin’ but a heartache
Tell me why
Ain’t nothin’ but a mistake
Tell me why
I never want to hear you say
I want it that way “ You sung more

Derek couldn’t help the smile on his face now and laughing at you. You smiled at him and hummed to the songs on the radio till you arrived home. 

Derek and You got out of his car walking hand in hand to your front door. 

“So.. I was wondering if you would accompany me to dinner sometime this week” Derek asked you with hopeful eye’s

“I would absolutely love to Der” You reply with a smile 

Derek takes a hold of your hand and leans in touching his lustful lips to yours, starting this kiss sweet and gentle but deepening it a little more. 

You both pull away and say “Goodnight”


(gifs not mine) Part 7 to DEREK HALE STORY. if you have not read the other parts i suggest doing so. 

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anonymous asked:

Your writing is so fab! Could I request a oneshot sort of thing (or whatever you want idk) with Isaac being really close with y/n, and they have a weird relationship where they're always messing with each other or trying to piss the other one off for entertainment, then Isaac figures out y/n likes him and gets mega cocky about it, she (unsuccessfully) pretends to not know what he's talking about when he brings it up. So Isaac decides to be a little shit and tries to do little things to...

-          Say you’ll never let me go, cause I’m lost without my ritual.

 Musical Inspiration: “Ritual” – marshmello ft. Wrabel

Word count: approx. 1.3k

Pack movie night finds you curled up next to Isaac on the floor of Derek’s loft. Kira and Scott are cuddled up on the couch behind you with Derek on the other end all by himself and the rest of the pack are sprawled on the floor around you.

“What are they doing?” You hear Kira whisper to Scott as you and Isaac continue to annoy each other. Isaac’s elbow presses into your ribs so you return the favor, tugging on the blanket that’s spread out over the both of you so that Isaac only has the edge of it. He tugs it back but you have a firm grip on it and he gives up after a second.

“Who knows anymore?” Scott answers, not even bothering to whisper.

Everyone knows about your weird friendship with Isaac. You’re really close, but you have this habit of trying to annoy the shit out of each other when you’re together. It used to get on everyone else’s nerved but they’ve mostly gotten used to it by now. It’s gotten worse lately though. You don’t know if you’re to blame or Isaac is for the increase in pranks and little irritations but you’re having fun so you don’t even think about it most of the time.

“Looks like a mating ritual to me,” Malia murmurs from her spot in Stiles’ lap, causing her boyfriend to snort into his hand.

Isaac tenses beside you for a second and when you turn to check on him, he’s already looking at you like he’s just realized something. A slow smirk grows on his face and you don’t like the look of that. Oh god, he can’t know that you like him like that. Can he? Your thoughts must show on your face because he arches a brow, smirk only growing more prominent as he stares at you. You quickly excuse yourself to the bathroom.

You lean back against the door once it’s closed behind you, closing your eyes and wishing Malia wasn’t quite so observant or quick to announce her observations.  You stay there until you think your heartbeat’s settled so that you can go back and pretend to not be completely in love with your best friend.

When you return, Isaac’s the only one that pays you any attention, holding up the blanket in an invitation for you to sit back down. He throws it over your lap, as you settle next to him, scooting closer so that it’s easier to share. And then, he just goes back to watching the movie.

You’re highly suspicious of his behavior and a little worried that something’s changed since Malia’s comment. Isaac never just sits still when you’re right there for him to annoy. You try to ignore the squirmy, wrong feeling in your stomach and watch the movie.

A few minutes later, Isaac jostles you as he leans closer to whisper in your ear. “I’m kind of thirsty, you want anything?”

His lips graze your ear as he speaks and send a shiver down your spine.

“I’m good,” you say staring at the screen, ignoring the feel of his hot breath against your skin. He doesn’t get up.

“You don’t want anything?” He asks again, his voice taking on a flirtatious tone.

You turn to look at his face and find him biting down on a grin. Well, he’s obviously figured out that you like him, but Isaac teasing you about it makes you feel a bit better about the situation. Teasing you’re used to, that’s just how you and Isaac are. You glare. “Maybe a best friend who’s not an asshole. Think you can find one of those for me?”

He laughs. “I’ll see what I can do.”

You watch him as he rises from his seat next to you and heads to the kitchen, shaking your head. What has Malia gotten you into? Isaac looks over his shoulder to find you staring somewhere in the vicinity of his ass, which… really wasn’t your intention but… it’s a nice one, so. Unfortunately, Isaac now knows you think so. When he comes back and settles down next to you again, he leans back into your space.

“See anything you like?” He whispers, right up against your ear again.

“Yep, this movie is great,” you answer, purposefully ignoring his meaning as you steal his drink from his hands and keep it for yourself. He doesn’t even protest, just laughing at you instead.

Throughout the rest of the movie, Isaac continues to drive you crazy. His fingers graze your arm, giving you goosebumps and he pretends to be surprised when he sees them.

“Oh, are you cold?” He asks mischievously, throwing an arm over your shoulders with another smirk. Then he leans in to whisper, “If you wanted my arm around you, you could have just asked.”

You dig your fingers into his armpit, tickling him until he takes his arm back.

Derek sighs in relief when the movie ends. “Thank god it’s over,” he says, eyes shifting from the televisions to look directly at you and Isaac. “Get out.”

“Harsh,” Isaac mutters, gathering up the blanket the two of you had been using.

“Yeah, Der,” You agree, pulling on your jacket. “Way to encourage pack bonding.”

Derek snorts. “If I have to see you two bonding any more tonight, I’m going to rip out my own eyes.”

Stiles snickers. “Let me guess, with your teeth?”

Isaac high fives him because you’ve all heard Derek threaten to use his teeth on you far too often to be intimidated by it anymore.

Derek sighs again, obviously wondering how this became his life. “Please leave.”

The group as a whole gathers up their things and makes their way out of Derek’s loft, leaving in groups of two or three until it’s just you and Isaac outside the building. Isaac always walks you home and tonight is no different.

“So,” he starts as you walk, and you can already tell he’s about to start in again with the teasing. “Anything you want to tell me, (Y/n)?”

“Hmmm,” you hum, pretending to think about it. “Nope.”

“No secrets you want to share with your best friend?” He asks, walking closer to your side so that his hand brushes yours.

“I don’t really know if he’s mature enough to handle my secrets,” you tease back.

“Well, if he’s mature enough for you to stare at his ass, I think he’s probably mature enough to keep your secrets,” He says, catching your hand in his and causing your heart to falter in its beating.

You stop walking and so does Isaac. You and Isaac don’t hold hands. You’re not sure what’s going on but you think it might be a good thing. You think.

Isaac moves to stand in front of you, his eyes on the left side of your chest. “Your heartbeat’s giving all your secrets away,” he says quietly, raising his gaze to your face.

“Isaac?” Your voice trembles. Things have suddenly gotten very serious.

“I promise, I’m a great secret keeper,” he says, leaning in until his lips brush yours. “I won’t tell anyone you’re absolutely crazy about me.”

You pull him in with a hand on the back of his neck, kissing him hard. You’ve wanted this for so long. And by the way Isaac’s kissing you, it seems he has too. You break away from the kiss, a smile on your face.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you lie.

Isaac scoffs and kisses you again like that’s all the proof he needs.

You nip his lip in retaliation.

He tugs on your hair.

You grin into the kiss. He’s still the best friend you know and love and it seems, despite things taking a turn for the romantic, that isn’t ever going to change.

anonymous asked:

can you write a fluffy sterek where Derek proposes to Stiles and its all cute and romantic???

So there are a lot of proposal fics in this fandom, I don’t know if this is anything new, but I’ve also been wanting to write the ‘be my person’ idea for a while, so I kind of killed two birds with one stone (metaphorically speaking, of course)… Thanks for the prompt, nonnie! Hope you enjoy!

“Dereeeekkkkk,” Stiles slurs happily, falling into his arms. “Hi, dude! What’re you doing here?”

Derek looks pointedly past him to the club, where someone stumbles out the door, flashing lights and music spilling after them, giggles, and then slams into the wall.

“When you started drunk texting me about my beard I figured it was probably time for me to come get you,” Derek says, slipping an arm around Stiles’ waist where he’s sagging against the light post, “Come on, it’s time for bed.”

“Noooo,” Stiles whines, abruptly petulant, “You should come inside and dance!! I’m trying to find someone pretty to kiss me. Not as pretty as you. But kinda pretty. I want to kiss someone kinda pretty.”

“Come on,” Derek says again, tugging him towards the car he left running, “You’ll thank me tomorrow.”

“You could dance too!” Stiles says, still pulling against Derek in a fruitless attempt to steer them into the club, “Dude, you remember how I know you’re bi but I’m not supposed to tell? I’m not gonna tell. But there are really pretty guys in there. I could not get them but you totally could. Don’t you want to kiss someone pretty?”

“Yeah,” Derek sighs, as Stiles sways against his body and throws his own arm around Derek’s shoulder, “But not tonight.”

“Mm’kay,” Stiles says, resting his head on Derek’s shoulder. “Sleepy time.”

“No,” Derek says, “Let’s get you home and you can drink some water. Then you can sleep.”

“Sleep here,” Stiles sighs, warm air brushing his neck, “Night night.”

“Hey,” Derek says, shaking him awake long enough to slide him into the passenger seat, “I thought you wanted to go kiss somebody.”

“I changed my mind,” Stiles says, and then looks gloomily out the window.

Derek sighs, shutting the door. Stiles is distractible on his best days, but when drunk, he changes moods more than Lydia changes clothes.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Derek asks, putting the car in gear.

“Nothin’” Sitles says, tipping his forehead against the cold window. “This was supposed to be a good night, you know? I was supposed to distract myself from all the happy.”

“The happy?”

“Yeah, you know, everybody’s so happy right now. Everybody’s in loveeee. Why can’t I be in love? I just want to kiss someone pretty, that’s all. And then be in love with them. I just want to be someone’s person, you know?”

“No,” Derek says honestly. At this point, he’s not sure if it’s Stiles talking, or the liquor.

“You know, people have a person. Like… Like Scott and Kira. Or Lydia and Cora. I want a person. I want to be a person.”

“You are a person,” Derek says helplessly.

“No, you don’t understand,” Stiles says, looking as though he might cry. “It’s like… who do you call first? When you have an extra ticket, who do you take? Who do you want to see before you go to bed? Who would you call to bury the body? Your person.”

“Okay,” Derek says slowly, but Stiles keeps talking.

“I used to be Scott’s person. But now he has Kira to be his person, but he’s still my person, but I want my person to be the person who wants me as their person.”

“You’re my person,” Derek tells him honestly, “All that stuff… you’re my person, I guess.”

“Noooo,” Stiles moans, “it doesn’t count! Everybody else gets to kiss their person.”

“Right,” Derek says stiffly. “And you don’t want to kiss me.”

Stiles turns his head and takes a long look at him. “Nevermind,” he says softly. “It doesn’t matter.”

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My friend imjustanawkwardgoth is having a hard time and I know for a fact you're their favorite blogger. I was wondering if you could do something sweet for them. I just want them to feel a little better and thought asking you wouldn't hurt ^~^

@imjustanawkwardgoth, this one is for you! I hope it makes your day a little better, but if it doesn’t, know that I am sending you a thousand Sterek hugs and snuggles and wishing all the good things <3 I wrote this quickly, because bad days require instant fluff, but I hope you like it all the same!

Stiles stares.

He’s had to deal with a lot of weird shit in his time, but he’s pretty sure- no, scratch that, he’s absolutely sure- it’s never going to get weirder than…this.

Because Derek- Derek- sourwolf-extraordinary eyebrows- threw Stiles aboard the bisexual train- do not give me sass- Hale is currently huddled up, crying in his arms, wiping his nose on Stiles’ favourite t-shirt, because he lost the bunny plushie Scott bought him this morning.

He’s also four.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” Stiles tries to soothe him, hoping Derek won’t remember he just called him sweetheart after all this is over, picking him up from the sofa and rubbing a gentle hand up and down his back. It quietens him a little, stopping the hiccups at least, and Stiles takes a moment to breathe.

Lydia is doing her best to figure out how to reverse whatever curse Derek was hit with, and while Stiles has complete faith her, he can’t help but wish he could help- two heads are better than one and all that - but every time he tries to leave the room, Derek immediately latches onto him and gives him such a betrayed look that Stiles has had no option but to stay with him.

They’ve already exhausted five Disney movies, a werewolf friendly retelling of Little Red Riding Hood Stiles found online and exactly eight games of hide and seek (during which time the only person Derek tried to find was Stiles. Probably for the best though, given Scott and Allison spent every single round hiding together doing things no four year old should have to see.)  

Stiles is pretty sure if Lydia doesn’t find a solution by tonight he’s going to have to take Derek to bed with him it’s gotten so bad (and while baby Derek is adorable and would probably be all kinds of cute in Stiles’ old batman pyjamas, it isn’t really how Stiles imagined sleeping in the same bed as him for the first time would go).

Not that he ever really expected to sleep in the same bed as Derek anyway. But still, Stiles would rather not have the whole thing rubbed in his face, thank you very much.  

“Stiles?” Derek whispers, looking up at him with those ridiculous multi-coloured eyes of his. Even as a baby Derek just wasn’t fair, Stiles thinks. He bets he got all the playdates.  

“Yeah, Der?” he replies, making sure not to say Derek. It’s not that Derek doesn’t respond to his own name, he just seems to be happier when Stiles calls him ‘Der’. Scott told him this morning Derek smells like Christmas- whatever that means in the world of Scott- when he says it, although why it should be the case for Stiles and no-one else in the pack, he isn’t sure.

As if to prove a point, Derek grins at the nickname, the promise of bunny teeth already showing a little, before seeming to remember he has something to say, frowning, biting his lip in concentration. Stiles tries not to laugh at the sight, wishing he had his phone to take a picture.

Which again, weird.

“You’re gonna be mad at me,” Derek says, nervously.

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Rhythm (Part 1 of ?)

Derek Hale x Reader x Pack

Something that came to mind based off of Taylor Swift’s “Blank Space”. There will be more, or at least I plan on it, if people like it. I have a plot lined up. Let me know what you think!

Words: 2,943

Warnings: None that I am aware of. There may be in later parts, but this is just mainly funny fluff.

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.


You’d laughed in Stiles’ face when he tried to tell you about the supernatural underbelly of Beacon Hills.

“Look,” you said between breaths, still trying to ride out the wave of chuckles. “I know I’m still kind of the new girl and all, but pranks like this are a little past due.”

Stiles just stared at you, one eye slightly twitching. “No, look, Y/N, I’m serious!” He waved his hands dramatically. “This town is like the place where supernatural baddies come to party. They are drawn here by this old tree and- no, you know what? Let’s just simply say they are drawn here. It’s even in our name. Beacon Hills…..”

“So, Scott is a werewolf,” you started, and the boy waved at you to quickly lower your voice, but nodded. “Along with Isaac and Liam, but he is like, the General werewolf or something.”

“Ah, alpha. True alpha,” he corrected with a nod and small laugh.

“And Kira is a fox spirit thing I can’t pronounce, Malia is a werecoyote, and Lydia is a banshee.”

He nodded vigorously, and tapped the end of his nose like he was playing a game of charades and you had guessed his word.

“And there is an old family of werewolves here, an Uncle and his nephew, who is also an alpha, what did you call them….. Evil Incarnate and Sourwolf?”

Stiles chuckled again. “Yeah, but Sourwolf is not a true alpha.”

You just shook your head, moving past whatever obvious inside joke Stiles had about these two. “And you are?”

He stretched his hands against the straps of his backpack, his thumbs straining against the material. “Um. Well, uh. Nothing. I was something for a while, but that’s a long story and it’s moot now so…. Yeah.”

You stood in silence, sharing various, unreadable looks between the two of you for several minutes before Stiles huffed and stared at the floor. “Look. Let me prove this. Is Scott down the hall at Kira’s locker?”

You looked over his shoulder, seeing your two friends all the way at the end of the hall. Turning back to Stiles you nodded.

An impish grin appeared on his face as he stared at the floor and whispered, “Scott?”

You saw his head perk up down the hall.

“Scott, can you hear me?”

He looked right at the back of Stiles’ head.

“If you can hear me, I need you to do something to prove a point.”

Scott’s eyes narrowed at his friend as the warning bell rang, the halls quickly clearing as you hear Stiles’ whispered request. “Show her your eyes.”

Opening his eyes wide in realization, Scott looked at you with a small smile, Stiles mirroring him as you waited.

Suddenly Scott’s eyes turned bright red, causing you to freeze in place, clutching your books tight to your chest.

“Believe me now?” Stiles wore a smug grin as he watched your reaction.

You turned to him, feeling your own smile beginning. “You have a lot of explaining to do.”

“Come with me after school. There is a pack meeting at Der- Sourwolf’s loft. You can meet everyone there. And bring gym clothes. Maybe Sourpuss might even let you train.”


You rode in the back seat of Stiles’ jeep, listening to Scott tell stories about being a werewolf from the passenger seat.

“So you guys risk your lives almost daily,” you mused quietly.

“Nightly,” Stiles corrected. “It all usually goes down at night. Then we go an risk our lives at school during the day. Did you see that ‘salad’ today in the cafeteria? Wouldn’t take my chances.”

You and Scott laughed softly as Stiles carried on. There was an unusual lull for a moment, a comfortable silence before you smiled. “So you guys are like superheroes.”

“Yeah. I guess so,” Scott mused, looking out his window with a small grin.

“If we are, then I guess that makes me bat-man,” Stiles joked, catching your eye in the rearview mirror with a wink.

“Hey, that bat has saved my life a few times, so that’s cool with me,” Scott said as the jeep pulled to a stop in front of a large building.

As you got out, you felt like you were being watched, but you couldn’t tell from where.

Following the two boys into the building, you expected to get nervous, but instead you only felt excited.

They arrived at a tall door, sliding it open to reveal a large open space, almost no furniture aside from a couch and a desk, and what looked like a bed tucked away in a secluded corner.

“Well, who do we have here?” A voice said from somewhere beside you, something about it making your skin crawl.

Stiles huffed. “Y/N, this is Evil Incarnate.”

The older man rolled his eyes and held out a hand to shake. “Peter Hale.” You reached out hesitantly, his smirk unnerving you. “What’s the matter? I don’t bite. Well, not anymore,” he directed the last bit at Scott as he flashed vibrant blue eyes at the teenager.

Stiles leaned in and whispered, “Peter is the reason Scott is a werewolf.”

“And I’m the reason he isn’t running around biting people anymore,” another voice sounded from deeper in the loft.

Looking over you saw a much younger version of the man in front of you.

Peter sighed and mumbled, “You die one time and they never let you forget it.” as he released your hand.

“Y/N, this is Sou-” Stiles cleared his throat. “Derek Hale.”

Derek merely nodded at you, smiling a small, polite smile, which you returned.

The rest of the gang arrived, and the pack meeting started. They discussed what must have been mundane topics from the looks of boredom everyone wore, but was fascinating to you.

After about an hour, Derek clapped his hands together once and told everyone to get ready for training.

You followed the girls to a room you hadn’t noticed before and changed into the gym clothes Stiles had told you to bring. They were all excited to have you in their group, adding another girl.

When everyone met back up in the main area, you saw punching bags hung and mats thrown on the floor.

“Y/N is going to train with us?” Derek questioned, giving your workout gear a once over.

“I-if that’s alright,” you stuttered, feeling a bit intrusive.

“Fine,” he huffed. “You can work with Stiles.” He looked over to where your friend punched a punching bag only to have it swing back and hit him, knocking him on his ass. Derek sighed. “Actually, on second thought, and probably to save your life,” Stiles grunted at the slight, “let’s put you with Scott.”

“Fine by me,” you said. “Ready to have your ass kicked, McCall?”

He chuckled. “You do know I’m a true alpha, right?”

You batted your eyelashes in mock naivety. “But you’ll be easy on me, right?”

He laughed. “Sure, Y/N.”

Everyone had something to do while Derek supervised. You and Scott danced around each other on the mat, he let you get a few easy shots in before he flipped you, making you land on your back, his hand around your neck lightly.

You huffed, climbing back to your feet and pulling your hair up into a higher, messy bun while Scott apologized, Derek trying to hide his laughter behind him.

For some reason Derek got under your skin. He rubbed you the wrong way, but at the same time, you were drawn to him. And you wanted to wipe the smug look off his face. Turning back to Scott, you waved him off, tightening the padded gloves you wore. “Forget about it. That’s what this is for, right? I’m learning. Now come on. We’re not even sweating yet.”

“I like her,” you heard Peter say from somewhere in the loft.

You danced around the mat a few more times, circling one another before you threw a punch, easily ducked by Scott. You threw a few more that he dodged, stepping out of the way when he sent one toward your face. You made yourself wear a mask of surprise even though you wanted to smirk at the confused look on Scott’s face.

Soon you were side stepping and blocking one another’s blows with ease, and you felt all eyes on you. Both of you were sweating by now, and you could no longer contain your smirk. “You know what, Scott?” He lifted his chin to acknowledge that he was listening as the two of you continued to circle. “The reason you can’t touch me is because you are predictable.” He narrowed his eyes in confusion, and they flashed red briefly. “You skirt the mat for a few rounds then throw at least three punches. Usually you start with the face.” You blocked a blow to your stomach then ducked and rolled as he tried again, popping back up on your feet. “Then you do that.”

Chuckles went around the room as Scott’s eyes turned and stayed. You circled a few more times, dodging his blows. “Now you’re just getting sloppy.” He growled, lunging to tackle you and you side stepped, kicking your leg to your side to connect between his shoulder blades, sending him to the ground on his face. He rolled over and growled again right as you knelt down and punched him in the face, causing him to stop and blink a few times in confusion, his red eyes disappearing between the last few.

“How did you-”

“You see, Scott, the best thing to do is know your opponent. Once you do that, the rest comes naturally.”

Derek was eyeing you from across the mat with a scowl. “Take a quick break then I want you to go a round with Isaac.” You nodded quickly, wiping your brow and removing your glove, walking over to Scott to help him up.

“Good match,” you said, holding your hand out to him. Taking it, he jumped up, nodding. “You, too.” Then he grinned as he looked over your shoulder. “Isaac is afraid of you.”


Isaac was a force to be reckoned with, that’s for sure, but you were able to find a pattern nonetheless. After he knocked you on your ass once and you returned the favor, you dodged and side stepped, ducked and rolled, blocking every swing at you.

Isaac growled in frustration, his eyes flashing yellow as he charged you. You stood your ground, arms up and ready, and faked him out, making him think you were going to punch his stomach but punched his face with your other hand when he went to block his abdomen.

Blood poured from his nose as he blinked away his yellow glow, touching the blood and looking at his hand disbelievingly.

“Oh, my God, Isaac! I am so sorry!” You said, rushing to him. He appeared to sulk, smirking just before he lunged at you once more and you popped him again in the face out of surprise, a sickening crunch coming from his nose as you drew you hand back, jaw agape.

Behind Isaac you saw Derek laughing behind his hand held to his mouth. “Peter. Come set his nose.”

Peter stood up from the winding stairwell with a smirk. He grinned at you as he passed you, ushering Isaac to the bathroom. “I like you. You’ll fit in just fine around here.”

Derek was staring at you, unwavering. You removed your gloves and wiped the blood off of them, thanking Lydia as she handed you a bottle of water and a towel for your face, never looking away from Derek. Taking a swig from the bottle, nearly choking when you heard Isaac scream from the bathroom, you narrowed your eyes, your eyebrows practically knitting together as Derek grinned at you.

“Take another break. Then I get to go a round with you.”

Your jaw dropped as you nodded dumbly, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t slightly nervous now.

You turned to hide your face, covering it with the towel under the guise of wiping sweat. When you brought your hands down, everyone was looking at you with wide eyes. Apparently this didn’t happen often.


You had just caught your breath while sitting on the couch when Derek called you back to the mat. You scowled at Scott. He had just finished telling you that he knew you liked Derek.

“What?” You had said after coughing on the water you swallowed the wrong way, looking at him wide eyed as he sat on the coffee table across from you.

He had a shit eating grin. “Your heart beat. It speeds up when you look at him. And, granted you may have just been afraid, but when he said he was next, your heart skipped a beat.”

You had simply stared at your friend for a good moment with your jaw hanging open, apparently it’s favorite position today. He had chuckled, hooking a finger under your chin to close it.

“But here’s the best part. He likes you, too.”

Stiles put a hand under your jaw from where he sat next to you in preparation to keep it from dropping again as your eyes went wide.

You glanced at Derek across the room as he stretched, glaring at Scott as he made ‘thump thump’ heart noises.

Yeah, sure he was attractive, and hell if you didn’t think about wanting to hug away his scowl when you saw him, but that’s the thing. You had just met him today. Anything past the thought of hugging away a frown and trying to turn it upside down was surely a mistake. Right?

You made your way over to the mat, ignoring the chuckling behind you, and held your head high. He wanted to play this game? Fine. You’d play.

He raised his eyebrows in question as you commanded your heart rate to slow down. You had never been so thankful for years of yoga. After a few exchanges on the mat, most of them ending with you on your back and him above you, grinning, you huffed. “You know what, Hale? You think you’re so big and tough, all alpha wolfy and shit, but you know what I think? I think you are just a big, soft, squishy teddy bear.”

Derek scoffed as you two continued to circle one another on the mat, the air in the room seemingly all sucked into the collective gasp of the group. “Oh, good. Witty banter always helps a fight,” he shot back, but you didn’t miss the split second shift of his eye color.

You smiled. “Yeah. I mean,” you dodged a punch, your grin growing as his faded, “You’d think it would be distracting, trying to process words and punch at the same time.” You blocked a series of punches, scoring a kick to his stomach. “But, you know, it’s actually so easy. If anything it’s easier-”

“Oh, God, shut up!” Derek growled, unleashing a series of punches and kicks that you blocked and rolled from.

“Okay,” you said as you popped up to your feet after a roll.

His was extremely agitated, you could tell. He went in for another series of punches and you decided to go broke or go home. Ducking down and sweeping your leg, you made him fall on his back with a thud, the wind knocked out of him. You planted a foot on his chest, putting all your weight on it as you smirked down at him. You saw his arm muscles tense, and could feel him ready to grab your foot from his chest and down you again, but you clucked your tongue and shook your head. “Don’t do it Derek.”

“Why not?” He challenged back, his hands wrapping around your ankle slowly.

“Because I don’t think you are wearing a cup.”

“I’ll take my chances,” he said, eyes flashing red, as he pulled your foot off his chest and rose to his feet quickly.

As he pulled your foot up and away from you, you jumped off your other foot, landing a solid kick to his groin.

Falling to his knees, Derek looked like he was going to cry. “I’m sorry,” you said in a voice that was anything but. “I tried to warn you.”

“Where have you been keeping her?” You heard Peter ask Scott with a laugh.


You were out on the balcony of the loft cooling off, watching the sunset when Derek came out and leaned on the wall beside you. “Mind if I join you?”

“Not at all,” you said smiling.

A silence fell between the two of you as the last bit of sun disappeared.

“How do you know how to fight so well?” He asked suddenly, his voice soft.

You looked at him. “Like I told Scott, just read your opponents. You judged me based on my assumed naivety, but you didn’t know that I took karate for years before moving here.”

He smiled. “So, you were reading me when you let me take you down those first few times?” He looked at you and Scott’s damn heartbeat thing popped into your head, only making it beat faster.

“Yup,” you grinned before looking back at the skyline. “Plus you got in a few lucky shots.”

Derek laughed. “Well, either way, I just wanted to come out here and say welcome to the pack.”

You looked at him wide eyed. “Really?”

“Really. We could use someone like you.” He leaned in close to your ear. “Plus that little heartbeat of yours is a great rhythm to fight to.”

Part 2