#Derek Hale Feels

[halinski]

Prison AU

Sorry for this, but imagine Kate framed Derek for the Hale fire, imagine they locked him, imagine Laura had to stop visiting bc she was on the run and then was killed, imagine Derek being all alone behind bars thinking his only relative left hated him

And then we have Stiles as the prison guard who sees who Derek is

[atmiger224]

There were many spirits crawling in the Preserve, many restless souls attracted to haunting now that someone able to listen was present in their radar. Derek couldn't distract himself with them, and perhaps that was selfish, but his sister came first, even if it was too late to save her life, he could at least save her soul.

The Howling of Ghosts by Raptorspring 

[wolfspirals]

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[halinski]

Wait so you know how animals groom each other? Can I have some non established sterek and Derek is just getting used to Stiles' now regular physical contact, knowing that they're inching toward something not conventionally friendly, when Stiles brushes Derek's hair back to fix it after he smushed it on the back of the couch - and Derek just falls apart bc it's something his mother used to do when he was young. Maybe he never used to style his hair as a teen and it was his mother always pestering him to make it presentable, and once she was gone... He had to make do and he started to slather on product so it would just stay in place without having a pack to fix it.

And the more comfortable he gets with Stiles and this companionship they're sinking into, well... Eventually he just lets himself be soft again

[piningeddie]

bleep0bleep respondeu a sua postagem“I need more Sterek fics in which Derek really becomes part of the...”

what about fics where sheriff gets all chummy with derek first BEFORE he dates stiles

YES. Yes to all of it. I just love the idea of Derek and the Sheriff being close. Of Derek being part of a family again. Of him having someone call him son and hug him when he needs it. Oh, the feels, Carrie. HELP.

[wolfspirals]

head canon: personality traits

REMORSEFUL

        Anyone who knows Derek Hale knows that he is a man who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. There isn't a bad day or incident that occurs around Derek without him blaming himself in some way. Unfortunately, no one ever rebuffs him when he falls on his sword and thus, Derek's allowed to perpetuate the idea that it's all his fault. Derek rarely speaks of his self-loathing and would, generally, prefer to carry on taking the blame for a situation regardless of his portion of the fault, unless he has some underlying feelings on the matter that he believes need to be forced to the surface. However, he is not going to make this revelation easy, and when such a conflict does occur, he will insist that a third party explain for him to increase the validity of his own claim of innocence.

DETACHED

        Perpetually known as the lone wolf even as an Alpha, Derek Hale isn't a stranger to solitude nor to turning himself "off" in various ways. If something hurts him, whether it be emotional or physical, Derek will compensate with distractions or concentration that mentally remove him from the situation. Along with this repetitive denial of pain, Derek refuses to make apologies. He keeps moving forward because he knows the moment he stops to reflect, he'll sprial into depression and that's not something he can afford with the amount of work he must do daily. The biggest cost of Derek's detachment is his inability to form strong bonds with others. His avoidance of emotion is often mistaken for arrogance, an aloof attitude, or even hatred, which usually creates a rift in his relationships and for Derek, it's easier to let people go than try to win them over. They're all going to get hurt if they stick around him, after all.

VOLATILE

        Derek Hale is as angry and aggressive as he is headstrong. Having spent nearly eight years of his life on the run, in the heat of battle, and leading a pack during war, Derek is a ticking bomb who has such a touchy temperament that not even his own betas will trust his decision making abilities in stressful situations. Ever since his lack of action and initiative led to his older sister’s death, Derek absolutely refuses to stay idle when he thinks he can help, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t want his help, you will be getting this half-cocked werewolf following you into the fray. Instinct drives his motivations, and it takes a strong-willed rational mind to curb that impulsive behavior.

STUBBORN

        Determined to the point of obstinancy, Derek Hale is as hardened as he is stubborn. Derek will not give up or give in when put in hostile or problematic situations. He will fight to the death for what he believes is right, and he isn't afraid to come out swinging. He will risk life and limb, even when failure is inevitable. Derek wants his family, his pack, and his town to be safe, period. If he is made to choose between family and pack, he will refuse and fight for both at the cost of losing them and himself. He absolutely will not show favor when presented with two loved ones, whether they are blood or not. Derek never puts himself or his health first in any situation. He doesn't believe that he deserves that luxury, and no one can convince him otherwise. His resiliency to pain is remarkable and he will push himself above and beyond what any other human or werewolf could handle. In a way, Derek thinks he deserves the emotional and physical agony, and this is a belief he'll steadfastly hold to until his death.

GULLIBLE

        Derek Hale is a man who thinks not with his brain, but with the heart in his chest. His biggest fault is that he always frets over what happens to the people he holds dear, no matter how hard they’ve pushed him away. He cares so much that he's willing to sacrifice his livelihood to give the other a better chance. Derek also plays everything close to the vest. He doesn't speak of the turmoil in his thoughts because he knows that explaining himself is welcoming scrutiny and Derek Hale cannot handle being put on a pedestal. Additionally, Derek is possibly the most compassionate being in existence. He wants to believe in those he cares for and he will let them lead him off a cliff unless there is an intervention. The most peculiar thing about Derek's inner-will is that he can be easily swayed when his pride is bruised and he is desperate to make amends. For an untrusting nature, he can be the most trusting and subordinate of people, which often leads to manipulation and his own demise.

[pale-silver-comb]

So...I just finished reading your massage fic. And you never mentioned what Derek was stressing about. Imagine if it was because Derek just found out that he was carrying. Like, he had a feeling, and his mom told him it was a possibility for him specifically. Imagine him being nervous about telling Stiles. Because him and Stiles? They're good. But, Derek just got around buying a ring. He just conceived (lol) the thought of proposing. And, all of a sudden, a baby? WhatWouldStilesDo? (showmepls)

Referring to this fic here. Pregnant Derek is my jam, nonnie *sighs happily*. Also, I really feel there should be a t-shirt that reads WWSD now. (Under it, in small letters, it would say- Fuck Derek Hale. NO REASON IS NEEDED FOR THIS. GIVE IT TO ME.) 

“There’s something still…off about you,” Stiles says, throwing his phone aside in favour of carding his fingers through Derek’s hair instead. 

Derek tenses and quickly averts his gaze from where he has been looking at Stiles’ face. Stiles frowns. 

“Derek,” he warns, narrowing his eyes. “Come on, we’re long past the stage of keeping secrets from each other. I’ve seen you cry at the end of Pocahontas. I mean, that ending is definitely cry worthy material, but still. My points stands.” 

Derek worries his lower lip and Stiles sits up, growing concerned now. “Derek,” he says again, cautiously, placing a hand on Derek’s arm. “Whatever it is, you know I’m going to be here for it, right? Even if you ask me to saw off your arm. Again.” He winks, hoping to relieve some of the tension in Derek’s face, but it does nothing. 

“I don’t want to overwhelm you,” Derek eventually whispers, so quiet Stiles only just catches it. 

He rolls his eyes. “Your body alone overwhelms me, dude. I have died and come back to life with it all up on me. Next argument.” Stiles is pleased to see a small smile tug at Derek’s lips, even if it is gone in another second. 

Derek sighs and scrunches up his eyes. “I was going to propose,” he says after a minute, “but it’s ruined now.” 

Stiles’ heart stops. Just…stops. He wants to be that person in the movies; the one that sheds beautiful tears and cries yes, a thousand times yes! As it is, he ends up accidentally smacking Derek in the face. 

“Ow!” Derek yells, just managing to catch himself from falling out of the bed. 

“Sorry!” Stiles says. “Sorry, sorry, sorry, but dude. Dude, did you just ask me- wait- what do you mean you were going to propose?” His stomach drops for a second, because is this- is Derek trying to- oh god, ohgodohgodohgod. 

Derek’s eyes widen. “Stiles, no,” he says, shaking his head, scrambling in the most undignified manner Stiles has ever seen him move until he is half straddling him. “Shit, no. That’s not what I’m doing here. I love you. No-one is leaving. Well, I’m not leaving anyway.” He frowns again.  

Stiles sighs in relief, but his heart definitely hasn’t gotten the memo yet, still trying to beat frantically out of his chest. “Dude, don’t do that,” he smacks Derek across the arm. “And what do you mean you’re not leaving? Where you go, I go. You jump, I jump. That’s our thing. Except, if we ever end up drowning in freezing temperatures I would be a gentleman and let you sit on the gigantic raft with me.” Stiles shakes his head. He’s still waiting for the day he’ll get over Titanic.  

Derek closes his eyes again, takes a deep breath, and whispers something Stiles doesn’t hear. 

“Use your human voice, Derek.” 

Derek glares at him, but Stiles prefers it to the scared look he was giving him a just second ago. He’s just about to try his luck on a dog joke when Derek says, “I’m pregnant.” 

Stiles’ first instinct is to laugh, but something tells him this isn’t a joke. That if he laughs Derek won’t take it too well. “Okay,” he says slowly, and then again, “okay. Explain.” 

“Some werewolves possess the gene to carry. It’s rare and the last thing I ever expected was to-” He looks away and Stiles hates that there are tears in his eyes. Bad tears. “My mom talked to me about it once, but- but I can’t remember what she said.” The tears comes faster now and Stiles does his best to gather Derek up in his arms, holding him against him. 

“Shhh,” he whispers. “Hey, it’s okay. Is this something-” he bites his lips. He has to be careful about this. “Is this something you want, Derek?” 

Derek doesn’t even take a second to think before he nods. “I’m so sorry. You haven’t even finished college. Stiles, I am so so-” Stiles cuts him off with a kiss; keeps kissing him until he feels the trembling in Derek’s body start to lessen. 

“Okay,” he says, pulling back, doing his best to wipe away the tears staining Derek’s face. “One, I have finished college. I graduate in two weeks. I’m done. From now on I’m all about sticking it to the man!” 

Derek snorts. “I thought the School of Rock references were banned until you actually got the teaching position,” he says, rolling his eyes. Stiles smiles. There’s the man I know and love. 

“You know me, I’m not one to waste a great opportunity when it strikes.” Stiles waggles his eyebrows and cups Derek’s face. “Speaking of which, this, right here? Best opportunity ever given to me.” 

Derek begins to shake his head, but Stiles holds him still. “No, listen to me, Derek. I want a family with you. Sure, I had planned on that family starting in a few years from now, but I’m ready. I’m not about to start freaking out about this. What I am going to slightly stress over is finding a way to tell my dad. You have no idea how much he loves babies.” Stiles widens his eyes in mock- but not so mock- horror and grins when it gets Derek to laugh. 

“You’re really okay with this?” Derek whispers, eyes cautious, scanning Stiles’ face. “Werewolf pregnancies can be…rough. I might get clingy-”

“I love cuddling,” Stiles cuts him off, grinning. 

“I’ll get warmer than usual. It will be like sleeping next to a furnace.”

“I’m always cold. Plus, that’s just all the more reason to sleep naked! I’m struggling to see the negatives in this.”

“I will eat a lot.”

“Have you met me?” Stiles raises his eyebrows. “You want ice cream at three in the morning, Derek? Ten steaks with a side of some weird garnish every night for dinner? Done. I am your guy. Bring the food on! Challenge accepted!” 

Derek smiles, blushing. “I- pregnant werewolves tend to get a bit…hornier than usual too. A lot hornier.” He looks down, clearly embarrassed. Stiles finds it adorable. “My body will be different, and I don’t know if you’ll still feel like, you know, but it’s something I’ll need and-”

Stiles pounces on him, pushing Derek back until he can roll on top of him “I’ll sex you up real good, Derek Hale,” he grins, capturing his mouth in another kiss. “I’ll make love to you,” he starts to sing and Derek groans. 

“Stiles, it wasn’t even funny the first time-”

“Like you want me to, and I’ll hold you tight-”

“Stiles.”

“- all through the night.”

“You forgot ‘baby’,” Derek says, raising an eyebrow, hiding his eyes behind his hand.

“Ha! I knew you loved that song,” Stiles cries.

“No, I just think if you’re going to serenade me, badly I might add, you should at least get the words right.”

Stiles grins, not having any of it. “Love you too, sourwolf.” 

[gitziboo]

Teen Wolf Derek fanfic - "Unlikely Encounters" Part 9

A/N -  SOOO SORRY this took so long...PLEASE let me know what you think, I live for your messages!! enjoy!

stay sweet :) 

Suddenly, he pulled back, his eyes frightened. “What’s...what’s wrong?” I whispered, still breathless from our kiss. He stared at me, seemingly in shock. His hands ran up my arms to my neck and cupped my cheeks. Slowly his thumbs moved across my face and touched my lips. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” His voice was pained. He moved his hands away from my face and grabbed my waist, swinging me to the side so that I sat next to him.

“No. You’re not doing this again.” I grabbed his hands in mine and pressed my lips against his chafed knuckles. “Derek,” I implored.

“I can’t let you get hurt again.”he muttered.

I sighed. “We’ve been over this. I’m always going to be...in danger, but that’s not your problem or your fault.” I touched his cheek, turning his face to mine. “You make me feel safe. Okay?” He nodded against my hand, his eyes boring into mine. “Okay.” He pulled me out of the car. “We can’t go home in this. I’ll come back for it later.”

He grabbed my hands and laced them behind his neck. He pulled me closer, until his lips were an inch from mine. I closed my eyes, waiting for the welcome pressure of his lips on mine, but it never came. I opened my eyes, surprised, and saw Derek smile. “You like me.” He said happily, his dimples blossoming.

I felt my cheeks heat up and before I could come up with an adequate reply, he grabbed my legs and lifted me from the ground and then he was running. I grabbed onto his torso blindly as the wind whipped past us. A minute later we stopped in front of my house. His hands found their way to my waist and grabbed on, presumably to help me down. I tightened my grip around him, not wanting to let go. I heard him chuckle lightly before I heard the door open and close. He walked us up the stairs and brought me to the guest room. He gently laid me on the bed but I wouldn’t let go. He reached his hands behind his neck, disentangling my arms from his body. “You need to sleep.” He touched my lips with his thumb, tracing their outline lightly. “I think you exerted yourself a bit too much.” My lips curled happily under his touch. “Will you stay with me?” I asked suddenly. He smiled. “Do you want me to?” I grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bed beside me. “I think it’s a bit obvious. But if you want to hear me say it. Yes, I want you to stay with me.” His body shifted beside mine and in the dark, I felt on edge. My heart was beating too fast and it felt like there was an electric current between us. “Derek?” I whispered. “Yes?” he replied, his voice too quiet in the room. I stretched an arm out in the darkness trying to find him. All I could hear was the rustle of the sheets as my hand failed to find him. Suddenly, I felt his arms around me, pulling me in close to him and I buried my face in his chest. “I’m right here.” he murmured.

When I woke the next morning, he was still there. He sat against the headboard staring out at the open window. I pushed myself into a seated position, my eyes squinting at the morning sun. “Good morning,” he said, pulling a stray hair and tucking it behind my ear. I sighed and he continued. “You look adorable.” I stared at him incredulously for a moment before sticking my tongue at him and walking to the washroom. Once I’d freshened up, I returned to the room. He pulled me close to him and I sat next to him. “So,” he started. “I’ve -  Well, me and some other people, whom I can’t name, have figured out who the alpha is.” I nodded. “Scott and Stiles?” I asked. He looked at me in disbelief. “How’d you know?”

I laughed. “They’ve shown up to help you at least three times. I kind of figured they knew. So, this alpha, that’s who’s been killing everyone?”

He nodded, his eyes worried. His arm slipped around me, pulling me close to him. “It’s my uncle. Peter Hale.”

“What?” I gasped. He just nodded mutely. “Derek…”

He shook his head. “He’s killed so many people. He turned Scott. He has to - he needs to die.” I gripped his hands tightly in mine, trying to think of something, anything to say. The doorbell rang. I looked at Derek, and he pulled me up and we walked to the door together. He opened it to Scott and Stiles. “Derek.” Scott said by way of greeting. Stiles stared at me in surprise, his eyes darting down to my hand attached to Derek’s, and back up to my face. “Hey Anna.” He said, flashing his usual sardonic smile. “Hi.” I said quietly. Scott turned to me. “So you know everything.” I looked up at Derek, who nodded, and turned back to Scott. “Yes, I do. But I promise, I won’t say anything. I won’t tell anyone.” Stiles jumped in. “Even if you do, they wouldn’t believe you.” He winked and I felt Derek stiffen beside me. Stiles laughed, “Easy there tiger, you know I only have eyes for Lydia.” He turned to me. “No offence.” I smiled. “None taken.”

Scott looked ready to burst. “Derek.” I saw Derek nod out of the corner of my eye. “Give me a second, I’ll meet you outside.” Derek turned to me once we were alone. “I have to do this. I’ll be back before tomorrow. I promise.” He pressed his lips to mine quickly, not giving me a chance to reply and then he was gone.

I stood in the hallway, bemused and frightened. What if he got hurt? What if he went through with it and killed this Peter Hale? He barely had anyone left, he couldn’t kill the last person in his family. It would kill Derek to kill his family. I knew it would.

I sat on the floor and waited. And waited. Hours passed and my heart beat faster and I was thinking and thinking and what if Derek was hurt, what if he didn’t come back, what if? The thoughts circled in my head driving me insane. It was pitch black when I heard the door open. I felt his arms circle me and I looked up at him. “You okay?” I whispered. He nodded his eyes strangely dead. His irises shifted then, and an eerie red filled them. “I’m the alpha now.”

[thefandomsweshare]

derek stop being so caring!

[irenedoe]

FALSE ALARM! BB IS WORTH MILLS!!!

Why derek gotta be worth so little?

[theoceansoundsinfinite]

hero derek hale 5ever

[wolfspirals]

okay but season 3A derek

Derek Hale forcing Scott to tell Allison that her mother was homicidal and he bit Victoria in self-defense, regardless of the fact that he knew this would devastate Allison, because he couldn’t stand Allison thinking her mother died because he wanted it that way

Derek Hale calling out Lydia for her use of his body to bring back Peter, regardless of the fact that he knew Lydia was not herself, because he couldn’t stand Lydia being the only victim

Derek Hale giving a briefly wounded yet not at all retorting response to Cora’s rant about him not being what she expected, regardless of the fact that Derek went through nine levels of shit that Cora doesn’t know about, because he knew Cora needed to be angry with someone and he’d rather it be him

Derek Hale being stony silent in the blacked out hospital and allowing Stiles to ream him out about his terrible love life, regardless of the fact that Derek was obviously not in control with Kate or Jennifer, because he knew Stiles needed to vent and he could withstand that

Derek Hale having such a warped perception that he cares more for how seeming outsiders think of him than how people who have protected or loved him think of him, because Derek is more concerned for their well-being than his

Derek Hale (╥_╥)

[pale-silver-comb]

I ask as anon because I like being addressed as nonnie :3 OK? Gimme all the fics where Derek's pregnant and Stiles the protective one. All the fics where Derek needs the caring. Where, maybe the pregnancy is high risk, and Derek hurts alot. And Stiles worries. The pack is worry-ridden for their brother, unusually frail when he was the strongest one before. And Derek brushes them off at first. But then, then he slips on his way down the stairs, the Sheriff's the only one home...(you continue)

I JUST WROTE A THING AND TUMBLR ATE IT. I AM SO UPSET. Sorry if this re-write isn’t as good, nonnie :( The other one was so much longer too *sighs* It had Derek/Sheriff bonding time and everything!!!

“Derek!” Stiles bursts through the door, looking around frantically before his eyes land on him, patting his dad on the back before running over to him.

Before he got pregnant, Derek was used to Stiles throwing himself on top of him whenever trouble struck; just wrapping all of his limbs around him and squeezing the life out of him in a you’reokayyou’reokayyou’reokay kind of way.

Now though, Stiles just hovers. Derek can’t tell if he finds it more amusing or annoying that Stiles treats him like a delicate flower these days, but he supposes it’s kind of necessary. Especially since Stiles has a habit of accidentally elbowing or kicking Derek a lot of the time. The first time they had sex, Stiles actually managed to somehow kick Derek in the face and elbow him in the back at the same time. He would have been mad if he hadn’t been so turned on at Stiles’ unexpected show of limberness.

“Is the baby okay?” he asks, hands fussing in the air. “Do I need to call Deaton? Do I need a specialist? Should we do some of that breathing stuff? I think I really need to do the breathing stuff.” He’s biting his lip adorably, practically chewing on it, eyes wide with concern, and if it wasn’t for the fact he is heavily pregnant (see: unable to get up without help) and the Sheriff still being in the room, Derek would pull him into a kiss. Kissing, Derek decided a long time ago, is a good way to calm Stles down. (If also happens Derek’s favourite past time, well, who can blame him?)

“Everything is fine,” he says, rolling his eyes. “I just fell. The baby’s fine and-”

He has no idea where the tears come from. No. Fucking. Clue. He had been just fine before. The baby is fine, he’s fine, it’s all fine.

Except, it’s not.

It’s really not, and he finds himself with the sudden urge to howl. Something he hasn’t experienced in years. Not since Laura died. He thinks about his family every day, but the need for them now creates an ache within him so bad not even Stiles’ whispered reassurances and soothing hands patting him down do much to quell it.

“I know, Derek. I know,” Stiles says, pushing Derek forward slightly and slipping in behind him where he is sitting on the couch. He wraps his arms around him carefully and Derek leans back into him, desperate to ground himself, to find solace in his anchor.

“It’s not alright,” Stiles continues into his hair, “but I’m here, okay? I’ll always be here.”

Derek nods, unsure what to say. Stiles isn’t like Scott. He doesn’t show his emotions readily and as far as affection goes, Stiles tends to follow every sweet thing he does up with a joke. Or, at the very least, a suggestive wink. Derek doesn’t mind, thinks it’s endearing more than anything else, but he’s so fucking glad Stiles can be like this too. Sweet and tender without a hint of awkwardness or apology. Fierce and protective, while at time same time littering Derek with little kitten kisses, making him feel safe. Stiles Stilinski is a first class asshole, but he’s also the only person Derek knows who knows how to love. Without condtions or bells and whistles, Stiles just…loves. Plain and simple.

“Would it help if you talked about them? It doesn’t help me”- Derek feels Stiles’ eyes shift over to his dad, feels the sad smile shared there- “but you mention them so rarely. Maybe…” he trails off, letting both hands slide down Derek’s chest until they’re covering his heart.

Derek shakes head. He wants to, some part of him always wants to, but he can’t. Not today, not while he’s still responsible for seeing this baby- their baby- safely into the world. Talking about his family always makes Derek restless; makes him want to run. To flee. Every time he and Laura talked about them in New York, he ran. Sometimes for hours. He can’t do that with a baby. He can’t risk her or his life when even shifting right now is on the things you maybe shouldn’t do list Deaton gave him.

Derek winces then as the baby kicks out. He usually loves the feeling despite the pain, the ferocity of the pup reminding him of Stiles. But this time he can’t hold back the sob as the pain courses through him, touching every nerve in his body.

Male pregnancies are rare in werewolf circles. Not every werewolf carries the gene, and even if they do, most decide against it as the pain during the pregnancy is beyond anything the female feels. His dad once told him it’s something to do with men having less tolerence for pain; part of the reason why women are far more likely to be Alphas because they can endure far more. Derek thought he could handle it though, he’s always been good with pain. But he’s worried it’s proving too much now.

“Shhh,” Stiles whispers, rocking him slightly. “I’ve got you, Derek. I’ve got you.” Derek winces again and turns his face into Stiles’ shoulder. The angle is sore, but Stiles’ scent is strongest there and he breathes it in, relieved to find just as much comfort in it now as he always has.

He zones out then, drifting between pain and Stiles, words like mate and home filling his head as he continues to breathe him in.

When he comes to, there’s another hand on him and he jerks away before the familiar scent hits him and he relaxes again. Scott’s fingers are splayed across his stomach, thick black veins travelling up his arms, taking away the pain. He feels comfortable, loose, and he sinks further into Stiles, eyelids heavy.

“I want you to know, I only called Scott. I had nothing to do with the rest of them,” Stiles says, although his voice is fond. Pleased, even. Derek’s eyes sweep across the room then, and he doesn’t know how to feel about seeing not just Erica, Boyd and Isaac there, but everyone. Everyone looking at him like, well, a little like how Stiles always looks at him. Like they care. Like he’s the only thing they care about.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Scott says, smiling shyly. “Isaac wanted to do this for you, but there’s a lot to take and, well, I am the Alpha.” Stiles snorts behind him and kisses Derek’s neck.

“What an ego, eh?” he whispers, earning him a smack from Scott.

“I could have totally done it,” Erica says from her new position at Derek’s feet. “Next time, you call me, Der-bear. I’ll bring a movie and everything.” She winks and Derek smiles. Erica is the only one Derek allows to use Laua’s old nickname for him. Maybe it’s because she reminds him so much of her, or maybe it’s because she thinks it’s hilarious, rather than cute. (Even if she does use it an an endearment most of the time.)

 “Sure,” Derek finds himself saying. “I’d-” His throat tightens “Yeah. That would be good.”

Erica’s face light up at that, and Derek can’t help but fondly lash his eyes a little at her in return. He may not be the Alpha anymore, but Derek knows Erica still considers him her Alpha more than Scott, just as Boyd does. Isaac swings both ways, which Derek is in awe of. It’s difficult for a beta to respond to two Alphas, never mind an Alpha and another beta. It takes control; something knows Isaac has always struggled with.

They’re not the most conventional pack, not in the least. Especially since Allison and Lydia consider each other the Alpha most of the time. Derek even calls Stiles Alpha in bed sometimes, especially as the full moon draws close.

Sometimes Derek is a little nostaglic for tradtional pack hierarchy, but he’s glad he has this instead. Something so unlike what he had before.

“Hey, big guy, everything okay?” Stiles asks, gently massaging his shoulders. Derek hums, not ashamed to let Stiles know how much he loves it when he does that. It’s too good to pretend he’s unaffected anymore.

“Yeah,” he says, surprisinging himself with a smile. “It’s all okay.” Turning a little, he tucks himself into Stiles’ body, curling around it. The last thing he hears before he falls asleep is someone- he suspects Erica- calling dibs on pizza toppings, while someone else places a bet on the gender of the baby. He’s not the least bit surprised to hear Stiles yell, “I’ll take that bet!” before sleep completely takes over him, Scott’s hand still on him, even though Derek knows he knows the pain is more than bearable now.

[gitziboo]

Teen Wolf Derek fanfic - “Unlikely Encounters” Part 4

A/N - this one is my absolute favourite, I worked super hard to make it as perfect as possible so I really, really, really want your feedback! also, thanks for all the support and love! stay sweet :)

When I woke in the morning, Derek was gone and sunlight was shining through the window onto the bed. Groggily I got up and made my way downstairs. I found Derek in the kitchen making pancakes. “You have too much time on your hands.” I murmured, not wanting to surprise him. “What time did you get up?” He shrugged and said, “An hour ago.”  He slid the pancakes onto two plates and brought them into the dining room.

He grinned when I lay my head on my arms. “Still tired? You slept like a log last night.”

I smiled. “No screaming, no freaking out?”

  He chuckled in response, a mischievous smile playing around the corners of his mouth.

“What?” I asked, feeling self conscious.

“Nothing...it’s just...you said my name a couple of times in your sleep. That’s all.”

I shrugged, trying to downplay my embarrassment. “Well you were sleeping two feet away from me...it was bound to happen.”

I nodded to my pancakes, inwardly groaning at my awful attempt at reasoning. “Hey,” I said, switching topics, “I won’t be here in the evening, I have to go to this school dance.”

He looked at me then, his eyebrows raised. “A dance?”

I shrugged, “It’s stupid, but my friend wanted me to go with her, but then some guy asked to go with her, but she still wants me to come in case he turns out to be a dud. I’m going to be the awkward third wheel all night long.”

He chuckled, “I’m sure you’ll have fun.”

“Oh yeah, high school dances are the best. Hey, what time is it?” He rocked back on his chair to peer into the kitchen, “It’s 8:45.”

  “Crap!” I said as I sprang out of my chair. Too fast, too fast. With a grunt of pain I curled inward, trying to lessen the pain in my back. Derek was up and out of his chair, crouching beside me, a soft hand on the small of my back. “What’s wrong, what hurts?” his voice worried.

I shook my head; it hurt too much to speak. I took a couple of steadying breaths and slowly straightened up.

“What the hell was that?” Derek asked.

I shook my head trying to clear it. “I have some back problems, sorry I scared you.”

“How do you have back problems, you’re seventeen!” I shrugged my shoulders, “I’m going to be late for school.” I ran up the stairs and grabbed my bag and then ran back out the door. I didn’t want to explain myself to Derek. Again. Somehow, he was peeling away all my secrets, revealing all my vulnerabilities. But strangely, instead of making me feel naked and awkward, somehow, I felt stronger in his presence.

  I shook my head at the confusing thoughts as I entered the school. The hallways were quiet, class was about to start. I rushed to my locker only to find Matt standing in front of it. “Excuse me,” I said to the floor. I saw his feet move closer to mine and felt the pressure of his hand on my arm. I felt goose bumps blossom on my skin and I stepped backward out of his grasp, holding my bag in front of me like a shield. His touch made me want to throw up. My back tingled. “Leave me alone,” I said, wishing my voice would stop shaking. He smiled slightly, but it didn’t reach his eyes and I knew he was only doing it for the benefit of the cameras in the hallway.

  “Are you coming to the dance tonight?” I bit the inside of my cheek, and shook my head, “I don’t really know. I have to get to class okay?” I abandoned my locker and sped down the hall as the second bell went off.

  The day passed by slowly after that. Everywhere I went, Matt seemingly appeared out of this air. The entire day was spent in a state of paranoia, and when it came time to go home, I sprinted down the neighbourhood streets, not caring if I looked crazy. When I got to the house, Derek opened the door for me and the tight feeling in my chest slowly evaporated. I took my first real breath of the day. “Hi,” I murmured, slightly out of breath and pink from the sprint.

  “Any reason you decided to run home? In a dress?”

“So I could see you sooner!” I said, smiling. It was true, when I was with Derek, I felt safer, safe from Matt at the very least.

He rolled his eyes not believing me, “If you don’t want to tell, you don’t have to.”

I squeezed his arm as I passed by him towards the stairs. At the top of the stairs, I turned around and looked down. “We’re.... we’re friends, right?” as soon as the words left my mouth, I felt sick to my stomach. What was I thinking? What would he say? Would he think I was crazy?

“Of course we’re friends.” He said, grinning up at me.

“Then it follows, that I would be excited to see my friend.”

  He shrugged, conceding defeat. “I’m taking a shower,” I announced, before running to my room to restart my heart. I grabbed the dress I was wearing to the dance out of my closet and walked into the washroom. I struggled to find the perfect temperature for the shower and got in. The warm water running down my back calmed me down and warmed my shaking fingers. I couldn’t let Matt get to me. I wouldn’t. I stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off. I dried my hair with a towel and let it hang loose. Not a lot of effort, but this wasn’t a dance I was especially excited for. I would probably spend it alone. I would rather stay at home with Derek, but I’d made a promise. I pulled on my dress and tried to zip up the back, to no avail.

  I walked out of the bathroom and to my room where light was streaming out. “Derek?” I called, “Could you zip me up?”

I saw him in my room and walked up to him just as he looked up. I turned around and presented him with the zipper, feeling bold and vulnerable at the same time. I heard the shuffle of his feet as he got up, felt the slight tug of the zipper as he eased it up the dress. He kept one finger above the zipper, trailing it up my back before it was covered by the dress. When he got to the deepest curve of my back, I tensed, waiting for the sharp pain that usually accompanied that area. Instead, I felt the soft touch of his finger, and the sensation of being surrounded by clouds. I had never felt so...painless.

  He finished zipping up the dress and I spun around to look at him. “How do I look?” I asked, striking a pose, hoping for a laugh. I wanted him to relax, I felt bad for making him worry about my safety all the time.

He stared at me, not making a move to say anything. I let my arms drift to my sides and felt my cheeks heat up. “Maybe I should find something else to wear...” I turned to my closet when I heard a strangled, “No!” come from Derek’s mouth. “You...you look perfect.”

  I looked down trying to hide my blush, but I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.

“Would you believe me if I said I wasn’t fishing for compliments?”

He smiled and nodded, “Whatever you need to tell yourself.” I threw my towel at him and he caught it quickly and balled it up before lobbing it at my head. We continued our game until I heard the honk of Sarah’s car outside. I quickly strapped on my heels as I walked to the door, hopping around from foot to foot. Derek held his hand to the small of my back, steadying me as I tripped around. Before I could open the door he placed his hands on the sides of my arms and spun me around to look at him. “I'll be close by, okay?” he looked at me seriously and I nodded. “You don’t have to worry about him.” I looked at the floor, but I didn’t want to seem childish, so I glanced back up and said, “I’m not. And you need to stop worrying about me. Okay?” I squeezed his forearm slightly, before I walked out the door, giving him a quick wave goodbye.

  The dance was everything I was scared it would be. No lighting, pounding music, and Sarah ditching me at the first available second to go make out with her date. The dance took place in the gym and I wandered around the punch table, periodically filling my napkin with chips and pretzels. I walked outside of the gym to get some air. I didn't know it was possible to get that claustrophobic that quickly. i breathed in the cool air and took in my surroundings. A few others stood outside with me, texting on their phones. A little further down the hall Matt stood leaning against the wall. Our eyes met across the distance and he started moving towards me. I felt my heart shift into overdrive and stumbled back into the dance. and found Matt lurking in the corner. I squished myself onto the dance floor hoping to lose him. I ended up on the other side of the gym, near the bleachers. Resignedly, I took a seat a couple rows up and picked through the chips finding my favourites and tossing the rejects under the bleachers.

  A slow song came on and soon the bleachers emptied out as people went in search of their current significant others. I stared longingly into the throng of people on the dance floor. I wished that I was bound to someone, that someone was bound to me, in an intricate weave of little moments, special secrets, and beautiful handprints. Instead, I had parents who were never around, never called, and never cared. And Matt, the psychotic creep who was anything but the people on the dance floor. Looking out into the crowd I felt utterly alone, and I hated myself for it. It’s your own fault, you always push them away. Anyone who comes close enough to know you is just that much closer to hurting you.

  Just then, I saw a dark figure moving towards me. I shrank against the stands; I didn’t want to see Matt again. Try as I might to ignore it, he still made me scared. The figure moved closer and I realized it was too big to be Matt. Then the shadows fell away and I saw it was Derek. I beamed widely at him and walked over to the edge of the dance floor where he stood.

“Why are you by yourself? Where’s your friend?” He asked, worry seeping into his tone. I grabbed his hand in mine, glad he was here and not Matt. I shrugged my shoulders. “I think she’s with her date. Somewhere in there,” I said, gesturing to the dance floor.

  He smiled at me and asked, “Why aren’t you dancing?”

I looked down at our hands, suddenly feeling awkward, yet excited. “You need a partner for this kind of song.” I said, hoping he couldn’t see the blush in my cheeks.

He smirked, looking at the boys remaining on the bleachers. “None of them appeal to you?”

I paused not wanting to sound harsh. “I don’t appeal to them.”

He laughed, “Now that’s a lie. Ever since I got here, all I’ve seen are boys’ heads turning when you walk by.”

I rolled my eyes, “You need your eyes checked then.”

He looked at me then, catching my eyes with his. “I can see perfectly clearly.” I smiled, not having a good response.

  “Dance with me.” he said suddenly. He pulled me onto the dance floor and placed my hands round his necks and settled his hands on my waist. We were close. Incredibly close. Too close. I found it hard to pull air into my suddenly constricted chest. My heart was thumping loudly and it felt as if my lungs couldn’t expand. I could practically feel his body on mine, and I couldn’t stop smiling. I couldn’t breathe, but if this was what it felt like to drown, then I would gladly jump into the ocean with weights on my feet.

  His closeness made me dizzy and I found myself clinging closer to him, to stay steady, to smell his scent, to feel his frame under my hands. He squeezed my waist slightly, trying to get my attention. I realized he had been calling my name while I had been mindlessly staring into his eyes.

  “Anna?” He asked. “Are you okay?”

I nodded, ducking my head down to hide my blush. Was it that obvious how his mere closeness had an effect on me? I felt one of his hands move from my waist and my heart stopped. Was this moment over before it had even begun? Maybe he realized that I wasn’t right, that I was awkward and self-conscious and horrible with any relationship. Instead of stepping away like I expected him too, he grabbed my chin and lifted it to look at him. “Why are you always doing that?” he asked. “Why won’t you look at me?”

  I exhaled, feeling relieved. He wasn’t going to leave. That was enough for me. I clasped my hands tighter to his broad shoulders. “I feel like you read me too well. I feel like, if you look at me too long, you’ll know everything about me.”

  He leaned closer, his face mere inches from mine. “What’s so bad about that?” he murmured, barely opening his mouth. I struggled to breath, my breath rattling into my mouth in small gasps. I wanted to capture this moment and live in it forever, live in this state of euphoria, of heightened sense for the rest of my life. “I’m not who you think I am. I’m not special, or smart, or pretty, or athletic. If you look at my too long, I’m scared you’ll find something you won’t like.” I bit my lip, not wanting to say more, not wanting to ruin the moment more than I already had. I looked up at him and his eyes were full of something I couldn’t name.

  “I'll always want you.” he whispered before his lips closed over mine. My breath caught in my chest and I didn’t know it was possible to fly until this moment, because it felt like I was walking on clouds, like I was weightless in his arms, that the simple pressure of his lips on mine could allow me to feel impossible. I clutched myself closer to him, wanting to lose myself in him and his arms pulled me in tighter still, the music was pounding but all I could hear was silence, all I could feel was him and me and perfection. And then.

The fire alarm went off. We broke apart quickly as the tide of bodies pushed us to the exit. I held tightly to his hand as we walked out into the brisk cold air. I could hear teachers screaming at us to get farther back from the school. We walked further onto the field until we were at the tree line. I turned to Derek, wanting to look at his face when I saw a dark figure standing behind him. Before I could open my mouth, Derek crumpled to the ground, his hand slipping out of mine. The figure stepped forward and in the moonlight, I could see a small smile. The figure raised its hand and touched me with a baton. I felt the electric volts for a second before everything turned black.

[thefandomsweshare]

no.

nope.

you horrid bitch back the fuck up away from him you asshole

[bestillmyslashyheart]

You know what I need?

For Derek and Laura to have actually had a life in New York. For them to have had friends who give a shit about them and   who keep in touch. For those friends to storm Beacon Hills when Derek never answered their calls or texts or emails. For them to be livid at Peter for killing Laura and exact their own revenge. For them to be there for Derek through all the shit he's dealing with especially after finding out about Cora.

Give me people who care about the Hales and who would follow them back from New York just to be there for Derek.