#Derek hale series

[carleighalpha]

Little Wolf Pt 2

Summary: {Y/N} is taken by Peter as time isn't on his side.

Rating: M

Words: 2k

Imagine: Angst, Smut, Fluff.

Warning: Canon Death. Breeding Kink ;)

{Y/N} sat in her room playing with a lock of her {H/C} hair. Derek hasn't come back since he came to tell her that he had a plan to get rid of the Alpha.  That was about 5 days ago. Stiles still hasn't told her he knows, but she will let him decide when. He was at the school formal.

" I really need to get out more." {Y/N} groaned as she picked up her car keys and went down the stairs. As she walks out the door, she feels like someone is watching her. Night had fallen about two hours ago. She grabbed a leather jacket over her {F/C} tank top and {S/F/C} shorts. while {F/C} sneakers covered her feet. The next thing that {Y/N} knew was getting hit in the face.

" What the!" She screamed as she saw those glowing red eyes.

" Hello {Y/N}. I've heard so much about you." He growled before hitting her face once again as blood spewed out of the wound. Her vision dimmed as she felt like she was getting picked up.

" What are you doing to me?" {Y/N} growled as she was put in the back of a car.

" Using you to draw out my nephew and Scott." He growled at her. This was the Alpha!

" You going to kill me like everyone else? Cause I have better things to do than be your bait!" {Y/N} yelled before she was hit in the back of the head. Darkness found itself within her mind. The pain was bad but bearable. {Y/N} awoke to being pulled out of the car. Peter carried her to a room and looked at her with a grin.

" Just great." She groaned as Peter smirked at her.

" After I kill the Argent's, I'm going to bite you and watch as you kill everyone you love." Peter said as {Y/N} saw his fangs. Her heart raced as she felt fear coming to her.

" Now stay here and don't move." He told her before running out the front door.  {Y/N} heard the growling, snarling, and pain coming from the other room before she heard glass shatter. She ran out to see Peter in his wolf state holding up Scott. She ran off the porch and hid behind a tree. {Y/N} saw Stiles and Jackson pull up with canisters. He threw one at the Alpha as it stared at Scott, who had kicked him off.

" Oh, damn!" Stiles' voice was full of fear as {Y/N} watched Scott scramble for the archery bow.

" Allison!" He screamed as he threw it to her. {Y/N} clung to the tree as the cut on her cheek bled more. She sees in horror as the Alpha is set on fire. Her screams as he trudged away grew loud before they stopped. A familiar face came to her.

" Are you alright?" Derek asked as he looked at her all over and saw her cheek.

" I'll take care of this, {Y/N/N}." He said as he pressed a reassuring kiss on her cheek.

" Thank you for saving me." {Y/N} whispered as he got up and went over to his uncle.

" Wait! You said the cure comes from the one who bit you. Derek, if you do this, I'm dead. Her father, her family-- what am I supposed to do?" Scott screamed out to Derek. All he could think was that his uncle killed his sister, and killed so many others, but worse kidnapped his girl. He raised up a clawed hand while Scott begged again for him to stop. It was too late as Derek had slashed Peter's neck wide open. He got up and smirked.

"  I'm the Alpha now." Derek growled as his eyes gleamed a robust red declaring himself the new Alpha. He turned his attention to {Y/N},  who got up slightly shaking. He walked over and held her.

" Thank god you are safe." He whispered into her ear as tears had welded in her eyes.

" Don't disappear on me ever again or I'll kill you." {Y/N} cried out as he held her tight.

" I promise." He said as he pulled away and then gave her a hot and steamy kiss. They pulled away as {Y/N} heard Stiles' gasp out.

" You knew!" He yelled out.

" Yup, since I was 16." She replied as he groaned.

" I wish you had told me." He said as {Y/N} shook her head. She slightly stumbled from all the adrenaline running out of her body.

" I think your sister needs to rest." Derek said as he picked up {Y/N}. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He walked away with her in his arms not caring that Argent had seen the two interacting.

" I missed you." {Y/N} says as Derek keeps carrying her through the woods towards her house.

" I can't let my girl get hurt now can I?" He asked with a smirk. {Y/N} smirked and kissed his cheek.

" Your girl huh?" She asked as they arrived at the house. He set her down as he saw her keys on the ground. He picked them up and gave them to her.

" If you wouldn't mind?" He asked as {Y/N} smiled and pulled him into a deep kiss that felt nuclear in her heart. She pulled away as lust filled her pupils. Derek couldn't help but want to protect her more. That kiss gave him his answer.

" Now let's get you a hot shower. I'll be joining you." She says as she takes his hand in hers. As they go inside, Derek can smell her emotions as they go into her room. Small bits of fears, but he can also smell longing, happiness, and lust. As Derek locked her door, he can hear the shower turn on. He smiles and remove his clothes. 

" Join me." {Y/N} called as he walked into the bathroom. He saw her silhouette behind the curtain and slipped inside. He missed this, bit more importantly, he missed her. As {Y/N} scrubs the Hale clean, he couldn't help but feel her smooth skin as she got every crevice. He found himself scrubbing her clean and carefully cleaned the claw mark his uncle left. As they stept out of the shower, Derek couldn't help but dry her off first before himself.

" You always know how to comfort someone." {Y/N} said with a grin as she put her hair up. She took his hand and lead him to the bed, where Derek began to kiss her slightly rough as he laid her down.

" No need to rush." {Y/N} says as Derek began to kiss her neck.

" We have all the time we need." She whispered as he slowed down. Moving his hands to the bottom hem of her top before sitting up so he could take it off. {Y/N} removed her bra as Derek laid her back on her bed and engulfed his lips around her nub and played with the other between his fingers.

" Oh fuck!" {Y/N} gasped as the sensations all over drew her nuts. Derek let go of her now swollen nub before messing with the other one as his free hand began to go to her shorts to pop the button out of its holding. 

" Gods help me." She gasped as Derek let her other nub go.

" They can't save you from the pleasure I'm sending you." He growled as his eyes gleamed with that robust red. He kissed down her stomach before getting her shorts and {F/C} panties off. He hauled for a moment as thoughts ran through his mind. He growled as her scent was driving him up a wall.

" You smell divine. Mind if I have a taste?" Derek asked as {Y/N} blushed. He's never acted like this before, like a starving animal.

" Go ahead." She grinned as he parted her legs and began to lick with such fury, it almost felt like a sin to feel so good. {Y/N} gripped his hair as he held her thighs apart so it wouldn't interfere with what he was craving. It was her, all of her. He wanted her all for himself!

" Derek! Fuck!" {Y/N}'s cries of pleasure rang in his ears like an echo as she proceeded to cum all over his tongue and he couldn't help but lap up every drop she had to offer. It was his ambrosia. Her taste was all he can think about, the drive to make her his grew ever more. 

" Just as I thought. You taste like pure heaven, {Y/N/N}." Derek growled before coming up and aligning his cock at her entrance.

" Don't make me wait." Her words gave Derek all the more encouragement.

" I want all of you." He growled before plunging deep into her greedy pussy. Her moans and screamed dying out as Derek kissed her. Swallowing every drop of her voice.

" I need to fill you full." He groaned as he settled into her heat. {Y/N} never knew this was something he wanted. He just became an Alpha. He wanted that? Of all things? With her?

" I need to see you full." His voice was heavy with his wolf. It was a primal desire coming off of him.

" I trust you." {Y/N} told him. The key words hit him like a bag of bricks. Derek proceeded to hover over her and began to restless pound into her. {Y/N} moaned out in exctasy as the rhythm, the heat, the desire hit her all at once.

" You feel so good around my cock." He growled as he dug his nails into her hips to raise them for a better angle. {Y/N} bit her lip as the heat of the friction was making her Gspot scream in exctasy.

" You feel so tight, God how!" Derek groaned in her ear as he pressed deeper. {Y/N} gasped as she could feel every vein in his shaft hitting her spot and it was pure heaven.

" I feel it!" {Y/N} cried as it was getting to much for her as Derek kept pounding inside, the heat and friction of it all was making the coil inside tighten to an almost unbearable amount of pleasure. He was edging her to oblivion.

" I'm ready." {Y/N} cried as Derek then smirked and rubbed her clit quickly. The sensation and heat made her fall over the edge as Derek growled out. He was holding her tight against him as his own orgasm found its way. They had climaxed together and as the motion of his shaft worked her, it sent her spasming. Derek growled as her wall tightened around him like a vice. It was pleasure and pain as she shook underneath him. He collapsed on her while he remained inside.

" Gods that felt ecstatic." {Y/N} gasped tiredly as Derek pulled out of her and laid next to her. She slowly crawled over to him and laid her head on his chest as she was still reeling from the past few hours.

" Did you mean what you said?" {Y/N} asked as Derek went to catch his breath. He thought for a moment and nodded.

" I did. I'm not going back on it. Meeting you in the woods. It felt right." He said as he played with a {H/C} lock of her hair. He rubbed her shoulder with reassurance. 

" Now that you are a big strong Alpha. How about you show me what you can really do." {Y/N} said with a lustful glint in her eye. Derek felt his body respond and he made good on what she asked.

[spikeface]

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[6ft-under-beacon-hills]

Derek: Let's go Stiles.

Stiles: Go.. where..?

Derek, shrugging off his leather jacket: To blow off some steam. I need to hit something.

Stiles, turning to Scott with wide eyes: ..what..?

Scott, with a chuckle: I don't think he meant hit you. Go.

[blue-sadie]

The Bad Wolf

Imagine:

Being Stiles older sister and helping him and Scott get out of trouble even if it's flaunting yourself out to distract a certain big bad werewolf so they can get by and one time he doesn't let you leave and instead pulls you into his chest and whisper into your ear.

"Don't think I don't know what it is your doing because I do but those tits of yours are just to gorgeous to look away from"

[twpromptsillneverwrite]

Stiles: mmm!

Scott: What's on your mind?

Stiles: Do you think Derek's dick is as big as his dick as an adult?

Young!Derek: You know I can hear you.

Stiles: Then answer the question.

[dirtbagdefender]

my faves smiling derek hale

[noyzinerd]

Derek teaching unknown werewolf societal/cultural facts to Stiles is cute, and I love that for them, truly, but I want to see the reverse.

We're always hearing about when someone (usually Stiles) asks a naive question about werewolves and Derek going "No, you idiot! It doesn't work like that!" As if it's common knowledge that everyone should know, when in reality there's no possible way Stiles (or any average person, for that matter) could know that.

And I'm sure in Derek's world, stuff like silver not actually being effective against werewolves is a no-brainer or spotting a Kitsune is laughably easy, but not to the common bystander.

So, instead, I'd love to see the random, human customs and social norms Stiles would find himself needing to explain to Derek when they start living together. Stuff that the human family members of his pack never displayed because they had been raised surrounded by werewolves their entire lives.

From all the small things like how, when you get a canker sore or lose a filling, you always gotta stick your tongue in it. ("No, we don't want to do it. It hurts like hell, actually. It's just something we do. Don't ask me why. I honestly couldn't tell you. It's the same with picking scabs or pressing down on bruises.")

Or like how you're not supposed to eat the weird, little black nub at the bottom of the banana. ("I don't care if it's composed of the exact same stuff as the rest of the banana, that's so fucking gross 🤢")

Or like how you have to walk around ladders instead of under them ("Because otherwise you'll get bad luck, Derek!")

Or how, for a short time in history, a man wearing a singular earring on his left ear meant that he was gay for some reason. Or was it the right ear? ("Hey, listen, man, I didn't make these dumb rules!")

Or how you can't pick up a penny off the ground unless the face side is heads up ("Yes, it's another 'good luck, bad luck' thing. We actually have a lot of those, now that I think about it.")

Or how if someone far away sees you coming and holds the door open for you, you very specifically have to do a customary tiny wave or acknowledging nod before doing a small little half trot-half jog that isn't too slow or too fast all the way to the door. ("Because you don't want to take up their time, but also you don't want them to think they've inconvenienced you. Yeah, no, I get that they already have, but you don't want THEM to know that.")

All the way up to things like the weird history of Coke Zero, even though Diet Coke is essentially the same thing. ("Oh, now see, that's actually pretty interesting. And by interesting, I mean dumb and terrible. See, in the 80's, Coke only ever marketed Diet Coke as a 'woman's drink', so when they finally decided to expand their demographic, they had to spend millions of dollars to undo their own conditioning because their women's only Diet Coke campaign had been so successful, it took decades for men to stop associating drinking diet soda with being gay or effeminate.")

Just so Derek can finally know what it feels like to be on the other end of "common sense."

[casually-eat-my-soul]

I might get hate for this but I’ll it always find it funny that Scott pushes Derek to work with the argents (season 3 ish) and and struggles to understand why when he refuses to; When Scott himself refused to work with Derek for the longest time becuase Derek killed Peter.

Like brother in Christ, I get it, objectively Derek kinda manipulated Scott into helping kill Peter, by promising that he would be able to kill Peter and turn human (he did say it was a fat chance and just a legend). Yes he knew that the legend was bullshit but telling Scott was the best way to get him to help.

Dereks been a werewolf his entire life. He knew that he couldn’t kill Peter alone and that the risk of letting Scott kill Peter on a chance of turning human wasn’t worth it. — Best case it happens Scott turns human, Derek maybe becomes an alpha werewolf (the spark transfers) and still creates the hale pack — maybe derek stays an Omega, goes feral and gets hunted down. Or maybe Scott turns into an alpha doesn’t handle it well, goes feral, and than gets killed by either 1 Derek or 2 hunters.

So yes maybe he did manipulate Scott into helping but in the end there is some logic behind Derek killing Peter. So I get the betrayal behind not wanting to be around him

On the other hand pushing him to work with the argents when they killed his family and tortured Boyd and Erica isn’t and not understanding why he doesn’t want to work with them is objectively funny. Even stiles could read the room, shot out to the one scene “would you rather I burned his house down”

[bouncy-dog-funeral]

[jjkyaoi]

speaking of stiles stilinski, the way the entire fandom like. warped his character completely for so many years is still one of my favorite talking points because what do you MEAN pack mother. what do you mean he’s this selfless hero who would sacrifice himself for his supernatural found family…???????????? girl. 90% of the characters we’ve met he’s either distrusted and theorized as killers (most of the time being right to some length but that’s beyond the point) like a cat who hisses when their owners friends come over, and the other half he’s like. made multiple comments about wanting to kill or been. unnecessarily catty to. like . that motherfucker CRAVES violence. the entire show would’ve been completely fucking different if he was the main character. why did the fandom take these things from him when they make him SO interesting

[nightingale2004]

Teen wolf next generation: Sterek version

Let's meet the Stilinski Hale kids

Talia Erica Stilinski Hale

Faceclaim: Brianna Hildebrand

First born daughter of Derek and Stiles

Named after Derek's mother and former beta

Takes after Derek. She is a werewolf and is the future Alpha of her pack

Such an overprotective big sister

Loves her leather jackets

Speaks Spanish and a little polish

Works with Derek at his auto shop

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Benjamin "Ben/Benji" Noah Stilinski Hale

Faceclaim: Cole Sprouse

Second oldest of the Stilinski Hale's

He takes after Stiles in sarcasm and the love of mysteries but can be pretty intimidating like Derek and older sister.

He is also a werewolf, and he is also pretty blunt

He is very weird, but he embraces it.

Stiles works at the FBI, running his own operation that looks into supernatural related cases

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Miguel Vernon Stilinski Hale

Faceclaim: Tyler Young

He is the middle child

Big loner and antisocial. A bit of an emo boy (so takes after Derek)

He also takes after Stiles since he randomly knows random facts about pretty much anything

Incredibly smart

He is a spark and future emissary of his pack

He had inherited Derek's brooding face

Also uses color coded highlighters and string for his assignments

He is jealous of his werewolf siblings but loves them all very much

Stiles and Miguel are more close with each other

Ben and Miguel help out their dad (from the distance) with his cases

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Claudia Laura Stilinski Hale

Faceclaim: Sara Waisglass

Younger child of Stiles and Derek

Named after Stiles's mother and Derek's late older sister

She's a sweetheart, and everyone loves her

Older twin to Eli (hates him, but loves him at the same time)

She is also a spark and like Miguel, she is also an emissary in training

Both her and Miguel are trained under Deaton

She's a cheerleader in Beacon Hills high

She is Noah's favorite (🤫🤫 don't tell anyone)

Can get away with anything

She and Miguel speak fluent Polish

She and her siblings all live in the new old Hale house that Derek rebuilt from scratch

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Elias "Eli" Mitchell Stilinski Hale

Faceclaim: Vince Mattis

Troublemaker in the family and pup in the family (he hates the pup part)

Youngest twin (believe it or not)

Annoys, his siblings, and his parents to no end

Secretly jealous of all his siblings but loves them at the same time (never tells them that, but they know)

Takes after Stiles by.............A LOT

Him and Claudia have twin telepathy and can sense what the other is feeling

He's not the greatest lacrosse player, but he loves doing it anyway

He loves it when his family comes to see him play and when his twin cheers for him

His siblings cover him a lot (I mean A LOT) since he gets in trouble (A LOT)

He is closest to Stiles and Claudia

That's all I got for the Stilinski Hale pack. Hope you teen wolf and Sterek lovers enjoy ❤️🐺🦊

[carleighalpha]

Without You Pt 11

{Y/N} has gone into labor. Enough said.

Rating: M

Word Count: 800

Imagine: Fluff

Warning: Giving Birth.

“ Get out feathers!” Peter growled as he flashed his eyes as the man in the trench coat. {Y/N} was covered with nothing but a quick tank top and a towel to cover her lower bits from her boyfriend's uncle.

“ God! Fuck!” {Y/N} cried out as tears shed from her eyes. Her fangs bared as the pain rippled through her. Derek looked at her and got behind her so her back was supported by his chest.

“ Peter, now isn’t the time.” Derek said as he began to take his mate’s pain. Peter looked at his nephew’s mate, she was in pain and hurting. He stepped aside and let the angel in. He checked on her and emitted a light on her stomach.

“ Her labor is progressing fast, we can’t move her without risk.” Castiel said as Derek got worried. Without risk! No, this can’t happen to him, not when he is so close.

“ Derek!” {Y/N} whimpered as she was panting. She can't shift back.

“ We need hot water, towels.” Castiel said as {Y/N} heard a door open.

“ I’m here.” Melissa said as {Y/N} saw her with a bag.

“ Who is this?” She asked as she unpacked the bag that had some instruments.

“ Don’t worry about it.” Derek said as {Y/N} whimpered out. The angel was gone. Hours slowly went by as {Y/N} was being coached to have this baby safely.

“ You are almost there.” Melissa said as {Y/N} weakly laid on Derek’s chest.

“ I can’t. I can’t do it.” {Y/N} cried as her pain overwhelmed her. 

“ Yes you can. I’ve done it and others have as well. You can do this. Women are strong, but I’ve seen werewolves who can heal quickly and this should be easy.” Melissa said as she took {Y/N}’s hand in hers.

“ You can do this. Derek is here. The love of your life. Your child's father. You are so close it’s within your grasp.” Melissa said as {Y/N}’s eyes flickered.

“ Ok.” {Y/N} said as she got as comfortable as she could and continued pushing.

“ I can see the head.” Melissa exclaimed as Derek took his mate’s pain as Peter took another hand from {Y/N} and took her pain. 

“ You got this, the shoulders are coming, you're gonna feel pressure.” Melissa said as {Y/N} felt it. It felt like she was being internally crushed.

“ Derek, you are never touching me again!” {Y/N} exclaimed to her mate. Derek kissed her cheek.

“ Women say a lot of things they don’t mean while in labor.” Peter said as {Y/N} growled at his response.

“ The shoulders are out. One last push.” Melissa said as {Y/N} nodded. She took in a deep breath and pushed one last time. The pain had stopped, a cry emitted from the small bundle in McCall's arms. {Y/N} felt tears leaving her eyes as Melissa cleaned up the crying baby.

“ It’s a girl.” Melissa said as Derek kissed his girlfriend deeply.

“ I love you so much.” He said out loud and proud of her.

“ Derek, do you want to cut the cord?” Melissa asked as he nodded. Derek soon cut the cord and Peter smiled at the small family.

“ Are we able to get her to the hospital now?” Melissa asked as {Y/N} looked up. She was human again. Derek picked her up and Melissa gave {Y/N} the baby. Within that hour, they all were in the hospital.

“ You did a great job for a home birth McCall. Both Mom and Baby are healthy.” The head doctor said as {Y/N} felt herself slowly healing back to a fighting form. Derek was tending to his girlfriend.

“ I’m so proud of you.” He said as he kissed her tired face.

“ You try pushing a baby out and dealing with all this.” {Y/N} said as Derek and her looked over to see Melissa bring in  a bassinet. 

“ Derek, I want to hold her.” {Y/N} said as he smiled. He brought over their child, soon laying her in his mate’s arms.

“ She’s here.” {Y/N} whispered as she saw tufts of black hair on her child's head.

“ What do we name her?” Derek asked as he laid his head on {Y/N}’s shoulder. She just smiled.

“ Talia. Talia Alexandra Hale.” {Y/N} said with a smile. Derek felt some tears enter his eyes.

“ After my mother?” He asked her as she nodded.

“ I wish I could have met her cause with the tales you have told about her, she sounded like an angel.” {Y/N} said as she looked at him. Derek couldn't help but to kiss her.

“ I love you.” Derek whispered to her. He placed a small kiss on Talia’s head. The two of them loved the moment as their lives were just getting started, but to them, they were ok with that.

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[6ft-under-beacon-hills]

Stiles: Let's test your skills for real.

Stiles: What number am I thinking of?

You, after a second of pure concentration: Three..

You: Eleven. Twenty five. Three again. Bulbasaur— What the hell is a Bulbasaur?

Stiles, with an awkward smile: So weird. Why would I be thinking of Pokemon at a time like this.

Lydia: Yep. Definitely a telepath.

You: But how..?

You: If both of my parents are definitely human so where does this power come from?

Derek, opens mouth about to say something.

You: Nope, I never came across the dread doctors.

Scott, shifts on his foot.

You, turns to Scott: No, I was not abducted by aliens.

Lydia, tilts her head.

You, turns to Lydia with the most incredulous expression: No, I did not inherit a mystic totem from my grandmother.

You: Really, guys? And—

You, turns to Stiles: Why are you still thinking about Bulbasaur!?

Stiles: He's the cutest one of all!

[reveluving]

a little more love ; peter hale x reader x deucalion

summary: when two of the most fearsome werewolves do whatever they can to convince their beloved to cancel dinner night with the pups.

warnings: loads of kisses, hugs and but no s~mut. not yet, at least (still, minors DNI!), very cheesy ngl; peter & deuc just really love their vampire wifey &lt;3

a/n: omg a debut?? s/o to @fanficimagery​; their Peter fics + others are the reasons why I wrote this—awakening another wild side of of mine to the point of no return (affectionately) 😭 I got another one in the making tho, trust! love y’all and don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» fancy reading the series? check out the m.list!

'Though Deuc and Peter chimed in once in a while, the pack could tell they were giving you most of the spotlight.' ;

The sound of blackbirds chirping outside your window was enough to wake you up from your slumber. You stirred but could barely move with the arm around you and pulling you close. Their chest rose and fell at a pace so relaxing, so comforting, it could've lulled you back to sleep right away.

"Did you sleep well?" You shivered at the voice, deep and barely awake, forcing you to crack one eye open. You craned your neck, welcoming the very sight of the man holding you dearly. You hummed, eliciting a chuckle out of him as you nuzzled into him.

"You're so comfy." You murmured, the silky sheets against your skin would've been more than enough to chain you to bed for another hour or two.

Too bad you had other plans.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" You blinked, noticing the hues ranging from orange to pink coming from the window, an indication that sunset was nearing faster than you had anticipated.

"You looked so peaceful." Deuc responded casually as if you hadn't promised the pack dinner night, which was happening in two hours.

"I didn't even hear the alarm." You blindly took your phone on the nightstand, finding it impossible for you to sleep through one in the first place.

But, Deuc's sudden lack of response told you everything you needed to know.

So, you placed your phone away before turning to him.

"Deuc," He hummed, "Did you have anything to do with this?"

"No?"

"Deuc!"

He barely opened his eyes to look at you before huffing out a 'yes'.

"Can't we just order takeout?"

"Even they can do that from their own home," You grinned, poking his cheek, "And you know no one delivers to this side of the road past seven."

"Then we could always just order now and ask one of them to pick it up later," He was hell-bent on making you stay, the offer especially enticing when he pulled the covers over you with him, "Or better yet, ask him to pick it up and make himself useful for once."

You snorted, only to jump when fingers lightly traced your spine.

"Hey," You admonished lightly, "Behave."

"You can't expect a man to behave when he has such beauty in his arms." He slipped his hand under the blanket, "Come on, all you have to do is cancel it, and we'll make sure to take such good care of you."

You whined, squirming in his arms as though you were fighting your inner demons before sitting up, but not before covering your bare chest with the blanket.

"Nice try, handsome, but I’m not falling for your tricks." You pointed directly at his nose, only to sputter when he countered your sudden determination by nipping the tip of your index finger.

"Angel, you always do," Touché, "The pups can fend for themselves for another day, can't they?"

"Deuc," You sighed shaking your head in amusement; you could never get mad at him. You turned your head a little, kissing his palm before caressing his cheek with your free hand, "I haven't seen them for over a week, God knows whether or not they've taken care of themselves since. It's only for a couple of hours, I promise."

Deuc narrowed his eyes at you, trying not to give in to your puppy eyes.

But he knew better.

He let his head fall to the pillow, letting out a dramatic sigh.

"Alright, alright," You perked up, only to be caught off guard when he wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you down to him for a heated kiss, taking your breath away as his tongue lightly ran across the tip of your fangs. Your whimpers only motivated him to take back his own words and never let you leave the bed, but he loved you too much to say no.

He pulled away, satisfied with the way you looked back at him with wide eyes.

"You didn't think I'd expect some sort of return if I'm going to have to keep my hands to myself for a few hours?"

Puffing up your cheeks in embarrassment, you were barely able to maintain eye contact as intense as his before giving him a quick peck at the lips.

"Angel," He chuckled, "If that's the kind of payment you're planning to give, I'd expect at least a couple more."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Very much," He responded nonchalantly as though he wasn't practically basking in your reactions, "In fact, I could wake up to this every day."

There was no point arguing with this man, not especially when you had dinner to whip up in under two hours. So, you took a deep breath, lowering yourself for a proper kiss. Deuc was eager, that much was clear as he chased after your lips, keeping you still with one hand on the back of your head.

He shivered as you lightly ran your nails down his chest, slowly pulling away before letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Much better."

It had taken Deuc exactly a good half an hour to get his fill of you before begrudgingly letting you go to take a shower, promising to help you out right after.

You, on the other hand, have been at it in the kitchen for an hour, seasoning your stroganoff before moving on with the dessert.

Just then, you froze, feeling a pair of eyes from the living room watching your every move. You slowly placed the bowl of unwhipped cream onto the counter, hoping to look as neutral as possible. The presence, however, had seen right through you, because as soon as you faced the entrance to the foyer, you felt their warm breath against your neck before they spun you around. You yelped, feeling yourself fall backwards despite their hands securely holding onto your hips.

Your hands shot up to their back, one around his neck and the other gripping the back of their shirt. Had it been anyone else, other than Deuc, you would've instinctively torn their throat out even before they could even put their hands on you.

But, this was Peter you were talking about.

"What's cookin', good lookin'?"

‘You've got to be kidding me.’

"Jesus, Hale," He was clearly proud of himself, the debonair smile on his face especially growing when you released the grip on his shirt in favour of covering a part of your face, thoroughly embarrassed, "That is by far the worst line I've ever heard, coming from you."

"Oh, I know," He shrugged, leaning in closer, "But it's worth seeing that pretty face of yours scrunch up like that."

He pressed his lips against yours before you could even respond with a snarky remark, pulling away just as fast in favour of the adorable stupefied look you always had each time he or Deuc had taken you by surprise.

"But it does smell good in here." He brought up back up from the dip before taking a good whiff of your homemade gravy in the pot.

"Only the best for the best," You mused, hearing him purr in agreement for a moment before adding, "Oh, and for you too, I guess."

He was speechless, to say the least. At least for a while.

"Why, you," He didn't even give you the time to turn away before he attacked your neck and collarbone with wet kisses, the exaggerated sounds of his smooches growing louder the more you cried out to him to stop.

He did, eventually, but he made sure he gave you enough to sag in his arms, resting against him for a moment as he mumbled against your cold skin.

"Would be nice if we had the night to ourselves." Oh. You covered your face yet again, now with both of your hands.

"Not you too," You felt the chuckle vibrating through him, "You and Deuc planned this, didn't you?"

"Depends," He drawled, clearly feigning ignorance, "Is it working?"

Fuck yeah, it is.

"You're gonna have to try harder than that."

Big mistake.

Your mouth gaped open wide as though you had surprised yourself, knowing he had taken your statement as a challenge when he pursed his lips.

"Challenge accepted."

You squeaked as he pulled you to his chest, one of his hands remained on your hips while raising the other that he intertwined with yours. You were sure his eyes had dilated, enjoying the way you bashfully look up at him through your lashes, gasping as soon as his hand crept up past the hem of your shirt.

"Peter," You giggled nervously, "Where is that hand going?"

He hummed.

"Places."

Just then, he switched directions, sliding further down before moving under the waistband of your shorts.

"Places where I'd want to touch," Down, "To kiss," Up, "To lick," Down, "To nibble on."

Each time his hands move, no matter where they ended up, all you could do was shiver. He dipped his head, nibbling on your earlobe.

"If and only if my angel says so."

He was seeking your permission—just like Deuc did.

"I want to," Oh? "But later, okay?" Oh. You tried not to giggle as he deflated from your answer, "Especially since the two of you haven't made it any easier for me to say no today."

Not that you'd ever deny these two whatsoever.

"Please?" You cupped his face, thinking through your next words before mumbling, "Just hold on for a few hours and I'm all yours and Deuc's."

His eyes dilated from the mere promise, holding onto both of your hands and pulling you in to capture your lips with his. It was as deep and passionate as the one you had with Deuc, your legs nearly buckled if it wasn't for his quick reflex.

"Pretty girl, you'll be the death of me."

The audacity.

"Oh, like you're any better," You rolled your eyes playfully, "Now, you either help me with the potatoes or take these plates and march out to the dining room."

He opted for the potatoes, occasionally leaving kisses on your shoulders and nearly causing you to burn the caramel sauce that you were making to pair with your homemade ice cream.

Deuc came down to the kitchen a little while later, only to shoot a glare at Peter for putting him on dishes duty. You saw the way Peter smirked as Deuc stalked out, dropping his expression to a barely innocent kind when he noticed you watching him.

"A grump, let me tell you," Peter commented, not bothering to lower his voice and earning himself a growl from the other room. You silently giggled before pushing him lightly.

Quarter past seven, and you walked out to serve the big pot of stroganoff and a whole bunch of sides in the dining room, where Deuc had just finished wiping the last cutlery. As soon as he did, he wrapped one arm around you, resting his head against your tummy. You could tell he was a little miffed over the petty arrangement, so you leaned in and kissed the crown of his head a couple of times, drawing a soft laugh from him.

No doubt Peter had seen you trying to cheer Deuc up and would probably cage you in his arms until you do the same for him.

A couple of hugs and hundreds more kisses later, the pack finally arrived, their exhaustion from surviving the week palpable as they greeted you with hugs or the Hale's exchanging meaningful pleasantries with you.

Deuc and Peter watched as your face continued to light up, from scooping a generous portion of noodles and stroganoff to listening to each and every one of them about the rough week they all had. Though Deuc and Peter chimed in once in a while, the pack could tell they were giving you most of the spotlight. This dinner was your idea, after all, treating the pack with the endless amount of love you had to offer. They only helped you out, though they'd gladly accept your gratitude at any given moment.

You were not blind to the looks they gave you either, so soft, even you didn't think they were capable of such emotion. You've either looked away or rushed out to the kitchen to 'top up the necessary' as a poor excuse to shy away from their gazes.

Soon, things began to calm down, and you shooed the pack to the living room, but not before being bombarded by offers to do the dishes. You gave in, eventually, and as soon as the final plate was washed, you pointed to the living room, much to everyone’s amusement.

Besides Deuc and Peter, who were helping you with the leftovers, everyone else started doing their own thing in the meantime; Scott, Stiles and Lydia were already lying on your rug, Malia and Kira were looking at your bookshelf, ranging from interesting novels with odd titles to the fishbowl of Marimo moss balls, because you wanted a ‘pet’ that ‘understood you best’.

None of the pack understood you till this day, not until Kira pointed out that Marimo moss balls survived best in low light, and you heard the rest of the pack answer with a collective ‘ooh’.

Derek, just like his cousin, had been doing the same, but from the comforts of the couch he was lounging on instead. Though he was the only one on his own, he seemed to be at peace, the deep wrinkles usually etched in between his eyebrows nowhere to be seen as dinner finally caught up to him. All in all, everyone was looking and feeling much better when they first arrived, but you couldn’t blame them. They were carrying responsibilities that were thrice as heavy as an average teenager.

Basically, you were glad to see them finally taking a load off.

The relief you were practically giving off to both Peter and Deuc was endearing, seeing your unfaltering smile despite the way your sensitive nose scrunched up a couple of times as you scooped the gravy into a container.

“You were right, angel,” Deuc was the first to speak up since the comfortable silence, “This dinner night was worth it.”

“Really?” The shine in your eyes was enough of a solid answer, “What changed?”

“That,” You tilted your head, “That pretty smile of yours.”

You mustered up a nervous smile, peeping out a small ‘oh’ before continuing with the leftovers.

At least, you tried to.

“No, no,” Peter came up behind you, intertwining his fingers with yours, “What did we say about hiding your smile?”

You peered up at Deuc, who nodded you encouragingly.

“That it only encourages you two to make me smile even more.” You whispered just enough for them to hear, trying your hardest to look elsewhere as they praised you with a simultaneous ‘atta girl’. Peter raised your laced hands, kissing the back of yours while Deuc took the other and did the same.

And just to spite you in the best way possible, they kissed either of your cheek, Deuc taking your left whereas Peter on your right.

But before they could melt you further, you heard an ‘oop’, followed by Lydia’s ‘Stiles!’ before she dragged him off. The poor boy had accidentally seen the tooth-rotting display at its peak, especially between his former nemeses and his godmother. It didn’t bother them in the slightest though. They turned to you, only to see your wide-eyed mortification. You could’ve really traumatized him or anyone else for that matter, had Stiles’ interruption not happened, and you had no doubt these two could care less in favour of devouring you in the kitchen.

Shameless.

But you loved them anyway.

That still didn’t stop you from glaring at the two, at least you tried to, losing your composure when they both ganged up on you with their knowing smirk—a telltale that they haven’t forgotten about your promise.

They eventually put you out of your misery, but their lingering touches had only been amped up to the max, letting you know that they were growing impatient to have you.

And the second the pack leaves, boy, were you in for the night.

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[vivitalks]

man. derek is such an interesting character in season 1, especially when you can look at him through the lens of having seen the whole show, because he's like an unreliable narrator for scott, even though he's not a narrator for the show.

the thing is, derek in season 1 is the primary vehicle for werewolf lore. as new viewers, we're reliant on his character to explain to us the rules and conceits of the genre, but once you've seen the whole show, that role is no longer necessary. but for scott, in season 1, derek is the sole source of werewolf intel. derek is werewolf jesus. which means that everything scott initially learns about being a werewolf is filtered through the Derek Hale Trauma Matrix, and neither of them know it.

for example: in 1x05, derek tells scott that pain is what keeps you human (which is a mantra that gets repeated and referenced a ton over the course of the rest of the show). scott has been a werewolf for all of five seconds, and has no choice but to take the word of this obviously much more knowledgeable werewolf. in that way, derek operates as a kind of narrator for scott, giving him information and context he couldn't really get any other way. but it's unreliable info. don't get me wrong - derek isn't trying to be an unreliable narrator; he's not aware of how much his life experience has colored his understanding of his own species. it's just that...well...derek is a twenty-something with the kind of trauma that eats other trauma for breakfast. of course he would say that pain is what keeps you human. at this point in the show, pain is all he has.

this is the same guy who, in the next episode, says this:

DEREK: You getting angry? That's your first lesson. You want to learn how to control this, how to shift-- you do it through anger, by tapping into a primal animal rage, and you can't do that with her around. SCOTT: [defensively] I can get angry. DEREK: Not angry enough. This is the only way that I can teach you.

except we know, and scott quickly learns (in that very same episode, in fact), that this isn't true. anger doesn't work for everyone, and it doesn't work for scott, who's not an angry person. the things that work for derek won't work for all werewolves - but how would derek know that? he's never had to teach someone to be a werewolf before. he's not actually werewolf jesus.

to scott, derek is the only trustworthy source of information on being a werewolf, because he's the only werewolf scott knows. and from derek's perspective, everything he knows about being a werewolf must be true, because it's true for him. derek is the narrator, and it's only as his backstory unfolds that the viewers, and scott, learn just how much his history and trauma have obscured the reality of things, even for derek himself.

pain is not what makes you human. it's what makes derek human. because the moments in derek's life that stand out to him most are all tinged with tragedy. mercy killing his high school girlfriend. losing his entire family in a house fire. the death of his sister. for derek, to be human is to be in pain, and to be angry about that is the only way to be in control. after all, he doesn't have anyone teaching him otherwise.