#derek hale x reader imagine

[hawkeyetrained]

Hurry

Derek Hale x reader (established relationship)

Other Characters: Scott, Chris Argent, Isaac (mentioned)

Warnings: Mention of blood and wounds

Summary: It's not Ms. Blake that gets trapped in the supply closet when Boyd and Cora are rescued.

Word Count: 1678

We had to hurry. After breaking into the old bank in an attempt to save the trapped werewolves, Derek and Scott had struggled to restrain them, causing Allison to break the protective barrier and allow the two rouges to run off into the night. We had a plan. We always had a plan. I was in the car with Chris Argent racing our way towards the high school. Our plan was to trap the two out of control werewolves in the boiler room below the main halls and keep them there until the moon went down and their strength faded.

Chris slammed on the breaks in the large SUV he drove, stopping just outside the doors on the opposite side of the school that the wolves were headed. “Do a quick search. No one needs to be here when we send them down.” He commented as I jumped out the door, slamming it shut and listening to him as he sped off towards the woods to help lure the wolves to our location.

I did a quick scan of the parking lot as I ran up to the main doors, noticing one car still parked over by the English halls. The new teacher, Ms. Blake, was still here, her room lit up with the bright overhead lights. With a roll of my eyes, I headed down the hall as quickly as I could, making sure to slow down as I got to her door.

“Ms. Blake?” I knocked softly on the door to make sure I wouldn’t scare her. “What are you doing here?”

Her head snapped up from the pile of paperwork she was grading, bright red pen in her hand. “Oh, my. Honey what are you doing here so early?” She ignored my question. “It’s barely morning.” She looked out her window into the darkness surrounding the school.

“Umm.” I had to think quickly. “Study group was supposed to start early for a big test in chem today. I was just headed out after grabbing some stuff from my locker, wanted to grab some breakfast.”

“Well, I’d be happy to walk out with you. I just have to reload the copier down the hall. I used most of it printing assignments for later. The other teacher are very particular about the copier being full in the morning.” She started to gather her things. Paper was stored downstairs, next to the boiler room in the supply closet.

“Oh, you know what, I’ve gotta grab some stuff from my locker on the other side of the school. I know where the supply closet is, I’ll just grab the paper for you. I don’t have a first period, so I don’t mind the extra few minutes here.” My hand pulled my phone from my back pocket, glancing down to see the HURRY test from Derek lighting up my screen.

Ms. Blake slung her bag over her shoulder. “I’d hate to leave you here alone. I’ll just wait.”

I shook my head as another text came through. They’re almost there. Get out. “No, it’s ok. My ride is running a few minutes late, so I’ll grab the paper and then head out. See you in a few hours for class.” My phone slipped easily back into my pocket as I gave her a rushed smile that I hoped didn’t give off how worried I was.

“Only if you’re sure.” She smiled softly, pulling her keys from her pocket.

“Yeah, I got it.” I waved her off as I turned down the hall towards the basement stairs. “See you later!” I called and disappeared down the stairs. It would take all of ten seconds to grab the paper and then get out of the school, something I knew would be cutting timing close but the door in the basement had to be unlocked to let the wolves in. I rushed in, heading to the locker space that held the supplies. I dragged the gate open and stepped in, heading for the back to grab a pack pf printer paper.

Just as my fingers brushed over the smooth paper wrapping, footsteps stomped down the stairs and a few people came rushing through the boiler room. My hands shook as I moved slowly towards the supply closet gate and dragged it shut as silently as I could. The main door slammed shut and all I could hear was the huffing and growls of two wolves as they paces around the room. My heart raced in my chest as I slid away from the gate I had just closed, willing myself to stay quiet and hidden until the sun came up.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I rushed to pull it from my jeans before the two wolves would hear it. WHERE ARE YOU? Lit up my screen from Derek. With shaking fingers, I turned the brightness down as low as it could go and made sure the ringer was off and that any buzzing would be silenced by the sweatshirt I was wearing as I typed a response.

YOU’RE GOING TO BE MAD. I sent back, sliding back into the corner of the supply room and behind a filing cabinet.

The door I had come through just a few minutes ago was quickly opened and slammed shut again, a new set of footsteps being added to the mix of the two prowling wolves. My heart pounded and I was sure the two wolves would turn and find me any second. They would rip the door off the gate and come in to tear me into pieces. I could only pray that Derek had locked the wolves in and was outside looking for me with Chris Argent.

“Hey.” The voice I did not want to hear in the moment echoed through the large room, making the two wolves silence their growls. “I want you to stay there.” I knew Derek wasn’t talking to the two other wolves in the room. “Hands over your hears, eyes closed. You don’t open till I come get you.”

My shaking hands pressed against the sides of my head, muffling everything around me, as I squeezed my eyes shut and tucked myself further into the corner I had picked. Chaos erupted around me, loud snarling and deep growls echoed around the vast room, mixing with the steam sounds and the mechanical whirrs that made the school run. I could hear tearing of fabric, grunts of pain, and shrieks of anger through my hands.

Derek’s grunts of pain and the strained growls slipping from his mouth brought tears to my eyes. I had begged to let me help them tonight. I had told him that I wouldn’t take any chances and that I would stay safe, but now I’m the cause of the pain he was enduring. I was the reason he was probably covered in blood and barely hanging on as the two wolves tore into him.

Sunlight filtered in through the small half windows after what felt like forever. The growling stopped, two loud thuds hit the concrete floor, but I kept my hands over my ears and my eyes slammed closed. Soft hands rested gently against my arms and I shrieked loudly, kicking my legs out and trying to get away. “No! Leave me alone!”

“Hey!” Derek’s soft voice called out to me. “Open your eyes, honey. It’s ok, I got you.” My eyes flashed open and instantly connected with his, my heart still pounding in my chest with tears running down my cheeks.

“Derek?” He was covered in blood. His shirt torn in multiple places with wounds slowly closing on his sides and his shoulder. His face had a few lines of blood trickling down, the cuts that caused it already closed and healed over. “Oh my god.” I launched myself into his arms, mine wrapped tightly around his neck as he pulled me from my corner and up to my feet. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I cried into his shoulder, trying not to hit where he may be hurt.

“I know.” He mumbled, his face pressed into my shoulder as well and his hands holding tightly to his chest. “I know, but you’re ok. I’m ok and were both safe now.” One of his hands had come up to brush my hair gently.

“It’s all my fault.” I pulled back from him. My hands were still shaking as they brushed against his side to try and see the cut that had soaked his shirt in blood. “You could’a been killed!”

“Hey. I’m here. I wasn’t just gonna let them tear you to pieces.” His voice shook like the panic was finally wearing off and the pain was setting in. “Are you hurt?” His hands rested on my face as he looked me over.

I shook my head, wiping away my tear stains. “No, I’m ok. You healing?”

“Yeah honey, I’m healing. I’ll be fine.”

The large door slammed open then, the two of us jumping from the sound and Derek’s arm instantly pulling me behind him, always ready for the next threat. “Hi.” Scott waved. He, Isaac, and Chris Argent stepped into the room and headed to the two now tame wolves who were passed out on the floor. Boyd was lifted up by Chris and Isaac while Scott went over to the pretty brunette girl and heaved her up into his arms. “We’ll meet you guys back at the loft.”

I nodded. “Erica?” I looked up to Derek.

He shook his head softly. “She didn’t make it.” His arms wrapped around me again, pulling me into his side as we started to make our way out of the school before people started showing up. He got me seated in the car before he headed to the driver’s side. “You’re ok?” He asked again.

I nodded, taking his hand in mine and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “I’m ok.”

He repeated my action and kissed the back of my hand as well. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

@thetallassgirl @hallecarey1

[socialoutsiderwritings]

Always,Only. You. 31.1

Talia had taken Y/N in to her pack after your parents and their pack  were brutally murdered. For years she trained and learned under Talia alongside Derek, Laura and Cora. One night Talia tells you along with Derek that you two have to imprint on each other, to become each other’s mates. Your connection to Derek has always been stronger than his to you. So after the fire it killed you to be away from him, but you had to do it for your own survival. 7 years after the fact, you return home. Back to Beacon Hills. But the Derek you return to is not the same Derek you know. Will Y/N ever get Derek to accept the fact they are meant to be together?

Beacon Hills High School

Cora stayed hidden in the corner of the hall by Erica’s locker. When the bell rang and the halls began to fill with other students, she waited until she saw her friend before popping out.

“Cora.” Erica smiled at her. “I thought we were meeting after school to talk to the animal doctor?”

She ignored her friend's question. “Where’s Isaac?”

“He had history. This way.” She said and began walking. “What's going on?”

“Nothing.” She answered, but Erica could tell there was something wrong with her friend.

Erica frowned at her fiend but stayed quiet. They found Isaac with Allison at her locker. Cora rolled her eyes and waited for him to finally spot them to call him over.

“Isn’t it weird he’s dating Allison and Scott still took him into his pack.”

Cora scoffed. “Isaac is never going to be a part of his pack.” She stated rather coldly.

“Cora.” Erica softly slapped her arm.

She sighed and continued, “I mean, every beta has as much say who their alpha is, just as much as the alpha does. All alphas are superior but it doesnt mean every beta succumbs to them when they have someone else they are loyal to. When you’re part of a pack your loyalty is everything. Isaac is loyal to Scott but,” she looked to Erica now, “he wouldn’t die for him.”

“Who wouldn’t die for who?” Isaac asked as he approached the girls.

“Nothing.” Cora replies before Erica could get a chance to.

She suddenly gets this uneasy feeling they’re being watched and motions her friends to follow her.

“I went to see Deaton.” She finally shares. “Someone from Satomi's pack stopped by not that long ago, looking for Y/N. He told Deaton where they could be found, in case she ever stopped by."

"Thats good news. But why would you go without us?" Eric asked.

“What’d he say about the fly?” Isaac asks next.

Cora looks over her shoulder, not at him particularly, but to find the source of who she felt was watching them. She didn't spot anyone obvious and turned her attention back to Isaac. “What fly?”

“Cora, the fly.” Isaac tells her.

She stopped suddenly and blinked a couple times at him. "It's gone." She finally told them. "I woke up this morning and the thing turned to ash as soon as the light hit it." She explained.

Erica and Isaac glanced at each other.

"You don't believe me?" Cora asked angrily.

"No, of course we do." Erica answered, stepping in front of Isaac to prevent him from speaking. "We believe you. So what do we do?"

"We go find Satomi's pack. And we ask her what she knows about the nogitsune."

"Are we even sure she'll know anything about it?" Isaac asked.

Just then the school bell rings, causing the students to scramble the halls once again.

"We won't know unless we ask." She looks over her shoulder again, "be careful. The twins have been following us." She tells them. She uses the opportunity of the crowded halls to sneak away from her friends.

“Cora, wait.” Isaac reached out for her wrist but she slipped her hand away from his grasp. He looked down at Erica.

She gave him a knowing glare.

Isaac didn’t need to ask. He didn’t need to say anything either. He already knew what had to be done.

Erica squeezed his arm, as a gesture of encouragement and gratitude before going after Cora.

As the halls slowly emptied, Isaac turned around. Instantly, he noticed the twins at the end of the hall staring at him.

Isaac smirked to himself, and waited.

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Eichen House

“I knew you couldn’t be trusted.”

You woke up, startled by his voice. The room was dark, save for the single light that shined from above you. You closed your eyes, and blinked rapidly to adjust your vision to the dim brightness.

Once you had gained it back, you noticed your arms strapped down to wooden armrests with chains at the wrists. You attempted to break them free, but failed.

“What the hell?” You muttered to yourself. That’s when you noticed your legs were bound at the ankles as well.

“I knew you would get out of control.” His voice came from behind. You turned your head just as he was walking from behind you and in to view, until he was standing in front of you.

“Nobody believed me.”

“Derek.” your voice was shaky. Your heart pounded in your chest so fast you could hear thumping in your ears.

You were terrified. You now knew what was happening. You’ve been here before. In this dark, dingy, cold room. With a Hale, also.

“Derek,” you whimpered, “please.”

“See, you tried to convince everyone, that I was wrong. That following in my mom’s footsteps would be the end.” He took a few steps closer to you. “And yet here we are.”

“I didn’t mean it.” You told him. “Derek, I swear.”

Of course, you don’t remember saying any of that. But you were terrified. You wanted to get out of this nightmare. But this, this wasn't Derek either.

“I didn’t mean it.” The tears cascaded down your cheeks as you begged. “Please, Derek. I didn’t—,”

“Of course you didn’t.” He remarked sarcastically. “Just like you didn’t mean to kill Ennis. Kali. Wait, no, you wanted to kill them.” He stepped forward again.

“I was just protecting everyone—,”

Derek scoffed out a dry chuckle. “Right.” He nodded, “right.” He took another couple steps forward as he continued, “you’re not on trial here, sweetheart.” He stated. “That excuse isn’t going to work. This was no accident, it wasn't to protect anyone. You wanted to do this. That’s why everyone’s decided. Well, most of us who are left.”

“What?” You genuinely asked. “What are you talking about?!”

Derek ignored your question and began walking, painfully slow, around the chair. “Cora. Peter. Scott. Isaac.” He announced all their names, slowly leaving your peripheral. “Even Sheriff Stilinksi.”

You inhaled a shuddering breath, “Derek,” you sobbed, “I’m sorry! Please, just please! Don’t do this!”

“You killed Stiles.” Derek stated. He was now out of you but you knew he was standing right behind you. “Not another werewolf, Y/N. But a human.”

“No,” you shook your head, “no, I wouldn’t.”

“But you did.” He clarifies. “That’s why we decided to put you down.”

“Put me down?” You spat through your sobs. “Like some kind of animal?!”

“Exactly.” He lowered the band over your head. You inhaled a breath, forcing yourself to gain and keep your composure. You gripped the end of the armrests so tight, your knuckles turned three shades lighter.

This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.

You were dreaming. Of course you were.

“It’s all just a bad dream.” You whispered to yourself as you closed your eyes.

Just then, a hand squeezed your shoulder. You opened your eyes, feeling the same ice cold feeling from when Stiles touched your shoulder the night at the hospital. You turned and he was staring right at you, smiling wickedly.

"You have no idea." he told you, just right before the shock coursed through your entire body.

Penthouse

You splashed your face with cold water a few times before rubbing at your face gently with your palms. Your brain was pulsating in your skull so hard it felt like it might explode. You kept you head lowered for a moment, and when you finally looked up, you stared at your reflection in the mirror.

The scratches had already healed themselves. You only knew that by the torn up clothing on your body and the dried blood. You had no idea what had happened.

You had woken up on the sofa to Peter tending to a wound on your thigh. Brett was tending to Lori, and when he had realized you were awake, he helped his sister to her feet and took her to another room. Away from you. Ethan and Aiden were sitting against the wall, healing themselves, but also staring at you. An unknown expression on their faces.

Your hands gripped the sides of the sink as you stared at yourself. You hated your eyes. You hated what you have become. You hated everything that has transpired since coming back to Beacon Hills. Without realizing at first, you had formed a fist and raised it, ready to punch at your own reflection, until a soft knock came from the bathroom door.

You didn't answer, but you lowered your fists.

"Come on out." The muffled voice came from the other side. "We need to talk."

The heavy footsteps retreated. You stared at you reflection a little longer before grabbing you sunglasses again and putting them on.

*****

You stepped out into the den of the penthouse. The twins were standing behind the couch that Brett and Lori were sitting on. He had his back turned to you, but when he noticed the teens' eyes avert away form him, he turned to face you.

You were a little embarrassed to ask what happened, and felt asking him why he was there would be an insult to his help. But the air in the room was different.

Something was wrong.

"What's going on?" You asked the group.

"Your pack is missing." Peter stated.

[uhhhj13iguess]

stiles, are you hard right now?

stiles x reader

summary: you and stiles make a break for the supply closet the second a fight breaks out at the bank. a series of unfortunate events ensues.

wc: ~1k

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“holy shit — janitors closet, go go go!” stiles shoved you towards the door, stumbling over you to get away from the vault scene going on just in the other room.

both breathless, you squeezed into the dark and cramped room, both of you fumbling to shut the door and turn the lock. despite the commotion happening on the other side, the finally locked door gave you relief, and you took a breath for what felt like the first time in hours.

you turned around, feeing around for the pull chain lighting in the dark. when you found it and yanked, you regretted it immediately. your stomach turned at the sight on the floor in front of you.

before you laid a body, too maimed to recognize. you started the step back, realizing how close you were to the blood pooling on the ground, and tried but failed to suppress a shriek.

“s-stiles!”

internally, stiles wasn’t doing any better at the scene before him, but he kept his composure and moved quickly to cover your mouth before you made anymore noise and gave away your hiding spot as the pack continued to fight off the Alphas.

he pulled you close, taking to keep you as far away as he could from the body. you murmured against his hand so he released it, hands still on you as they rested across your shoulders and kept your back flush against him as he had his own pressed against the door.

“holy shit we should’ve stayed in the car.”

you nodded fervently, the hairs standing on the back of your neck as he whispered against your skin. you realized now just how close you two were. you sat in silence for a minute before you noticed something else as well.

“stiles is that-“

“hm?” he hummed in your ear, looking past you to see what you were referring to.

“are you, i mean — is that what i think…”

you shifted against him and he immediately knew what you were talking about. his eyes shot open and he tried to press himself against the door, trying to create any possible space between the two of you as he could. he would sink into the wall and disappear forever if he could.

“uh, is what? i don’t, i don’t know, or i mean i don’t —“

“stiles —“

“i think uh,” he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to will this conversation over. “it’s something else —“

“stiles, are you hard right now?”

surely this had to be worse than his fate out there in the fight.

he let out a huff of air against the back of your neck, and you could feel how tense he was.

“no, i no of course not, i mean,

i, no yeah okay,

yeah, maybe, fuck”

a smirk plastered across your face, a new emotion beginning to overshadow the fear from night you were having.

“there’s a dead body less than a foot away from us, are you serious right now?”

“listen im not proud of it, alright? okay so,

shit, jesus christ im sorry.” he tried desperately to find the door handle behind him, willing to face the violence outside the door if it meant getting the hell out of there.

you didn’t move a muscle, still standing flush against him, the silence in the closet only being met by the sound of stiles’ hand struggling with the door lock.

“is that because of me?”

stiles let out an exasperated breath of air. “jesus (y/n), it’s not from the fucking body, what kind of question is that?”

you held back a chuckle, his remark reminding you of the body you had momentarily forgotten about, and you subconsciously pressed harder into stiles, disgust winning as your primary emotion again at the sight of whoever was in this closet before you.

he couldnt take the silence, nor you getting even closer to him.

“i’m - im sorry y-you’re just really close and im not trying to and —“

“stiles don’t worry about it, we’ll talk about it later. we need to get out of here.”

stiles sighed, worry overtaking him. “okay but talk about it as in you yelling at me and calling me a perv and that you never want to be near me again, or talk about it as in —oh,”

you pressed your hips hard against his, grinding against how hard he was. you smirked at the whine that escaped his lips as you did so.

“i said we can talk about this later, stiles, maybe not in front of someone while their organs hanging out.”

“right yeah let’s, yeah no of course yeah let’s—“

before he could even get his hand on the doorknob, the door swung open, causing him to fall backwards and hit the ground with a groan.

“jesus fuck” stiles collected himself and met the eyes of isaac, not impressed with the inquisitive look on his face.

“we’re done and headed out. nice hiding spot, guys”

you rolled your eyes at him. “yeah whatever, let’s head ou-“

“what’s that smell?”

“huh?”

isaac looked towards stiles with a smirk. “you reek of lust.”

stiles couldn’t move a muscle if he wanted to. there was no way this was happening.

“what the hell happened while we were out here fighting for our lives?”

you swore all of the blood drained from stiles’ face, and you matched isaac’s smirk at the sight.

stiles tried to stutter out a sentence, only to be met with more amusement from issac. he grumbled and shoved him out of his way.

“this is why no one fucking likes you, isaac.”

[starbondwrites]

when the fic has such a good concept and plot line but y/n keeps bawling her eyes out every minute crying to her man🙁 i need a y/n that can hold herself together and fight a MAN with her fists only.

i need a wanda maximoff, a jade west, a natasha romanoff BLACK WIDOW… A GAMORA type reader

[dietcokeangel2004]

Stiles Stilinski

Teen Wolf

[fclsebnnyodair]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . loser stiles and his out-of-his-league pretty girlfriend.

pairing: stiles stilinski x fem!reader.

summary: when stiles finally asks you to be his girlfriend and you say yes, he can’t believe it —and he’s not the only one. you two come in very different fonts. but, you’re so quick to prove him and his self-deprecation that you like him, fully and shamelessly.

warnings: used of y/n… im sorry. a little fluff? reader being a menace and the end of stiles life (in a good way).

a/n: i tried my best to be funny and make it a little longer. a mother needs to feed her kids. based on this req <3

stiles stilinski had spent a solid seven-teen years being a complete and utter dork. a nerd. a disaster in human form. the kind of guy who could tell you, unprompted, that the fear of long words is called hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia but somehow still couldn’t spell “necessary” on the first try.

he was the guy who tripped over air, made obscure pop culture references no one asked for, and had a deeply unhealthy relationship with sarcasm.

so, naturally, when you—actual goddess, the prettiest face in beacon hills, social butterfly extraordinaire—agreed to date him, stiles was convinced he was being pranked.

“she said yes,” he had told scott the night it happened, voice shaking, hands gripping his best friend’s shoulders like he was trying to transfer the shock through sheer physical contact. “she said yes. to me. like, willingly. no coercion. no hostage situation. just… yes.”

scott, ever the supportive best friend, blinked at him. “huh.”

“what do you mean huh?”

“I just—” he rubbed the back of his neck, looking way too amused. “I mean, don’t take this the wrong way, but… dude, that’s y/n.”

exactly.

you weren’t just popular. you are the cool kind of popular. the kind that made people want to be around you instead of just tolerating your presence because of high school hierarchy rules.

you had this effortless confidence, this ability to make everyone feel like they belonged—even stiles, who had spent most of his life on the outskirts of social normalcy.

you are the type of person who could go from hanging out with the lacrosse team and his girlfriends to sitting with the theater kids in the same day, and everyone would be happy to have you there. people gravitated towards you.

meanwhile, stiles had spent most of freshman year trying to convince people that his name was, in fact, not short for “stilton” like the cheese.

It didn’t make sense. and yet, somehow, here they were.

dating you was like winning the lottery, except instead of money, stiles got the incomprehensible love and affection of a literal angel.

which was great.

except for the fact that he had no idea how to be cool enough to keep up with you.

“you’re overthinking it,” you told him one day as you sat in your car, legs propped up on the dashboard.

“I always overthink it,” stiles replied. “It’s literally my defining trait.”

you laughed, and god, that laugh. It was the kind of sound that made people pause, made them turn their heads just to see what could possibly be so funny.

“okay, fine,” you said. “then tell me. what’s running through that giant brain of yours right now?”

stiles exhaled dramatically. “alright, let’s start with the obvious. I am a disaster. you are not a disaster. explain.”

you tilted your head, amused. “you really don’t see it, do you?”

“see what?”

you smirked, leaning in a little closer. “you’re kind of amazing, stiles.”

he blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”

“you make me laugh,” you continued, like you hadn’t just dropped a bomb on his entire worldview. “like, really laugh. you make things interesting. and you care so much about the people around you. I like that.”

stiles stared at you, brain officially malfunctioning. “uh. are you… are you sure you’re not under some kind of supernatural influence?”

you rolled your eyes, shoving his shoulder playfully. “just shut up?”

and just like that, he realized something insane. you actually liked him.

not just in a “haha, he’s fun to have around” way. not in a “pity date” way. not even in a “this is a temporary thing before I move on to someone more worthy” way.

you liked him. dorkiness, sarcasm, ADHD-riddled brain and all.

maybe he wasn’t as out of your league as he thought.

still, he spent the next few weeks in a state of perpetual disbelief.

he kept waiting for the moment where you would realize you had made a grave mistake and move on to someone who, well… had the ability to walk in a straight line without tripping over absolutely nothing.

but you didn’t.

In fact, you made it very clear that you were, for some ungodly reason, into him.

like, full-on, public displays of affection into him.

which was insane.

because now, not only did stiles have to deal with his own confusion, but also the confusion of literally everyone else at beacon hills high.

It started with a completely normal lunch. stiles, scott, lydia, and you were all sitting together, as usual, while he rattled off some extremely important information about why the original ‘star wars’ trilogy was superior to the prequels.

“you just have to accept that Jar Jar Binks was a crime against cinema,” stiles was saying, mid-rant, when he felt a hand casually slip into his.

he froze.

the table went silent.

you, completely unbothered, just kept eating your fries, fingers lazily intertwined with his.

scott immediately stopped chewing. lydia raised an eyebrow. somewhere behind them, he was pretty sure he heard jackson choke on his drink.

stiles, being the mature and composed individual that he was, blurted out, “are you—did you—was that on purpose?”

you gave him a deadpan look. “no, stiles, my hand just accidentally fell into yours.”

scott made a choked sound that was very unhelpful.

“I just—” stiles floundered. “you’re—you want to hold my hand? In front of people?”

you smirked. “what, do you want me to sign a permission slip first?”

lydia rolled her eyes. “stiles, stop acting like you just won the lottery.”

“but I did,” he said, eyes still wide. “this is like if someone found bigfoot, but instead of running away, bigfoot started dating them.”

you snorted and leaned closer, whispering, “you’re an idiot.”

and then—just to completely obliterate stiles’s ability to function—you kissed his cheek.

the cafeteria erupted.

all right, maybe “erupted” was an exaggeration. but scott definitely lost all ability to contain himself, because he burst into uncontrollable laughter, clapping stiles on the back so hard he nearly faceplanted into his lunch tray.

jackson muttered something about how the world was officially broken.

and lydia? lydia just sipped her drink and said, “honestly, this might be the funniest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

stiles, meanwhile, was still sitting there, trying to process the fact that you had just kissed him in front of the entire student body.

“okay,” he breathed. “alright. cool. totally fine.”

you squeezed his hand. “you’re so lucky I can keep up with you.”

“I strongly agree.”

scott shook his head, grinning. “dude. just take the win.”

yeah.

maybe he should.

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now stiles had zero business being on the lacrosse team. he was only there because coach finstock occasionally needed a warm body to throw onto the field, and also because scott insisted that he “needed to be included in the team dynamic.”

that was stupid, because stiles was about as useful on the field as a drunk giraffe.

still, here he was, suited up, trying his best to not die.

you were sitting in the stands, chatting with some of the other girls on the cheer squad, but every so often, he caught you watching him.

why on earth would you be looking at him when there were actual athletes running around?

at some point, coach finstock (in a moment of pure insanity) decided to sub stiles in.

naturally, it went horribly.

he got knocked over in under a minute.

hard.

like, wind knocked out of him, stars in his vision hard.

by the time he sat up, still gasping for breath, he vaguely registered that someone was calling his name.

then, suddenly, you were there, pushing past some of the other students on the sidelines, crouching next to him.

“oh my god, are you okay?” you asked, eyes scanning him for any visible injuries.

“you,” stiles wheezed. “just—taking a quick—dirt nap.”

you sighed, shaking your head. “you really shouldn’t be allowed to play this sport.”

“tell that to coach crazy over there,” he muttered.

you rolled your eyes, then—without warning—cupped his face and kissed him.

right there.

on the field.

In front of everyone.

stiles was pretty sure his soul left his body.

by the time you pulled away, he was definitely malfunctioning.

“god,” he managed.

you smirked, brushing some dirt off his jersey. “maybe if I keep doing that, you’ll actually start scoring points.”

scott, who had jogged over at some point, burst out laughing, —again.

“please don’t encourage him,” he told you.

you just shrugged, standing up. “what can I say? I like an underdog.”

stiles, still staring into the middle distance, finally processed what had just happened.

then, very calmly, he said:

“I have no idea what’s going on, but I’m definitely not complaining.”

────୨ৎ────

stiles finally gets it. he gets you. 

It took three months of dating before stiles finally stopped expecting you to give up on him.

because the truth was, you could.

but for some ridiculous, unexplainable reason—

you didn’t want to.

and maybe, just maybe, that was the best part of all.

stiles stilinski had exactly one defense mechanism when faced with overwhelming emotional stimuli:

panic.

pure, unfiltered, high-octane panic.

and you?

you loved it.

you lived for it.

In fact, stiles was about 80% sure that her actual favorite hobby—above reading, music, and being generally awesome—was finding new and creative ways to make him short-circuit.

your weapon of choice?

kissing him.

at random.

without warning.

In the most inconvenient and socially inappropriate moments possible.

────୨ৎ────

stiles was already having a rough day.

coach had made him run extra laps for “being a distraction” (which was not fair, because technically speaking, it was danny who had laughed first).

so there he was, post-practice, dripping in sweat, hair a mess, brain still recovering from almost getting hit in the face with a lacrosse ball, when you materialized out of nowhere.

“hey, loser,” you greeted, leaning against the locker next to his.

stiles jumped about a foot in the air. “jesus—you can’t just sneak up on a guy like that!”

you, completely ignoring him, hummed thoughtfully. “you look cute when you’re sweaty.”

stiles immediately turned red. “I—what—who?”

and before his brain could fully reboot, you leaned in and kissed him.

right there.

In the locker room.

With scott and half the team still standing right there.

stiles froze.

his brain immediately short-circuited.

somewhere in the background, he could hear the distinct sounds of his teammates reacting.

jackson made a disgusted noise.

“seriously? right here?”

danny, ever the neutral observer, just snorted. “I mean, props to her, I do love watching stilinski suffer.”

scott, instead of helping, just shook his head fondly. “dude. just accept it.”

you, for your part, just smirked against stiles’s lips, completely unbothered, and pulled away with a satisfied little hum.

stiles, meanwhile, was still frozen in place.

mouth slightly open.

face burning red.

brain? completely fried.

“did I break you?” you teased, poking his cheek.

stiles let out a strangled sound.

jackson groaned. “oh god, get a room.”

you turned to him, smirking. “jealous?”

jackson scoffed. “not even remotely.”

you shrugged, looping your arm through stiles’s. “good. because I’m not sharing.”

and then you walked off, dragging stiles with you—leaving the entire locker room howling in laughter.

────୨ৎ────

stiles had one sacred rule in life:

the library is a safe space.

the library was for quiet and learning and pretending to do your homework while actually texting scott about supernatural nonsense.

the library was not for being publicly humiliated by your ridiculously hot girlfriend.

unfortunately, you did not respect the sanctity of anything.

stiles was sitting at his usual spot—textbook open, pen in hand, pretending to study—when you slid into the chair next to him.

“hey,” you greeted, voice suspiciously sweet.

stiles narrowed his eyes. “you’re up to something.”

you smiled, all innocent. “me? never.”

he squinted harder. “what do you want?”

you tilted your head. “can’t I just want to spend time with my adorable boyfriend?”

stiles immediately turned red. “I—you—stop that.”

“stop what?”

“being cute,” he hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was listening.

you grinned. “make me.”

before stiles could formulate a response, you very casually leaned forward and kissed him.

and not just a quick kiss.

oh, no.

this was a calculated attack.

a slow, lingering kiss, tongue and all—just long enough to completely fry his brain, but not long enough for him to actually do anything about it.

by the time you pulled away, stiles was bright red, gripping the edge of the table like his life depended on it.

“why?” he gasped out.

you shrugged. “felt like it.”

stiles gaped. “we are in library.”

you smiled sweetly. “uh-huh.”

“In a library.”

“yup.”

“where people can see us.”

she leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “I know.”

stiles let out an undignified squeak.

and that was the exact moment lydia martin—who had apparently been sitting three tables away—very loudly shut her book and said, “I’m going home. this is disgusting.”

you just laughed.

stiles, meanwhile, buried his face in his hands.

────୨ৎ────

now, there were rules when it came to dating in front of parents.

rule #1: no PDA.

rule #2: seriously, no PDA.

rule #3: do not test sheriff stilinski’s patience.

you had no regard for any of these rules.

stiles had just walked you to the door, ready to say a very normal, appropriate, and respectful goodbye, when you suddenly grabbed his hoodie, pulled him way too close, and kissed him stupid.

right there.

In his driveway.

where his father could definitely see.

and as if that wasn’t bad enough—

the front door creaked open.

sheriff stilinski cleared his throat.

you pulled away completely unbothered, turned to the sheriff, and grinned.

“good afternoon, mr. stilinski.”

stiles, meanwhile, had stopped breathing.

the sheriff raised an eyebrow. “you trying to kill my son?”

you smirked. “not today.”

and then you smiled—like a menace—patted stiles on the chest, and walked off, leaving him to deal with the aftermath.

the sheriff stared at him.

stiles stared back.

after a long, painful silence, his dad just shook his head and muttered, “unbelievable.”

then, he walked inside—chuckling to himself.

stiles, still standing frozen on the porch, groaned.

you were going to be the death of him.

and, honestly?

he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[imagines4thefandoms]

Meet the Parents (Derek Hale x McCall! reader)

(smut if you squint)

You were pacing your bedroom floor while your boyfriend, Derek, sat on your desk listening to your rant. 

“Who does he think he is telling me what I can and can’t do,” you exclaimed in frustration.

“You’re father,” Derek answered.

You turned and glared at him saying he was being unhelpful. Derek held his hands up in surrender. 

“I don’t need your advice, D. I just want you to listen to me complain,” you said standing in front of him. 

“I'm great at that cause you complain a lot,” He joked resting his hands on your waist.

“I hate you,” you laughed as you slapped his chest.

Derek pulled you flush against him and tilted your head to look up at him. “No you don’t” he whispered before forcefully kissing you. His hands moved from your waist to your thighs and he lifted you up. Derek carried you to your bed and sat down so you were straddling him. 

“This doesn’t seem like you listening,” you joked running your hands through his hair. 

“Oh I’m listening,” he smirked as he bucked his hips into you. 

“Fuck,” you whined at his movement. 

Your hands moved from his hair to his stomach. He let out a growl when your fingers played with the hair on his lower stomach. You let your nails scrape along his skin at you left bite marks on his neck. “Then what do I want,” you asked moving your hands up under his shirt. 

Derek quickly took his shirt off and threw it across your room. You let out a soft laugh when he started kissing and leaving love bites on your neck. While he was bitting you, you gently tugged his hair pulling him off you. His eyes met you and you noticed his eyes were glowing blue. 

“Good puppy,” you teased grabbing his face and smashing your lips against his. 

Derek growled again before ripping your shirt off and dropping the scraps on the ground. He stood up and tossed you on the bed. You looked up at him as he stood there shirtless between your legs. His eye went from blue to his brown eyes and he smirked down at you. 

“I told you to stop calling me a pup,” he warned getting on top of you while putting all his weight on his hands by your head. 

“Make me,” you said rubbing your hands down his back and then the waistband of his jeans. 

You were moving your hands to unbuckle his jeans when your door busted open. “Look just because I’m past the ‘I wanna kill you for dating my sister’ phase doesn’t mean I want to hear you defile her,” your brother said standing in your doorway. 

Derek slowly rolled off you and sat up to stare at Scott. You grabbed a pillow off your bed to cover your half-naked self from your brother and let out a sigh of frustration.

“Defile me, really Scott. What century are you from,” you asked sitting up.

“Besides we are way beyond that,” Derek commented earning a slap on the back of the head from you. 

Scott’s eyes glowed red and his fangs came out. You quickly got out of your bed and shoved your younger brother out of your room. 

“Stop being overprotective, besides I’m older and I had to listen to you ‘defile’ Alison so leave,” you said closing the door in his face. 

“Mom's on her way home,” Scott warned before heading to his room.

FUCK.

You quickly grabbed his shirt off the ground and threw it at Derek. He put his shirt back on with confusion. “Why are you kicking me out. I’ve met your mother,” he asked walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you. 

“Yeah, but that was before you started sleeping with her only daughter. Do you want her first time meeting you as my boyfriend while we’re naked in my bed,” you asked him removing his arms from you. 

“I’d rather be naked in your bed than leave,” he said kissing your neck. 

“Derek Samuel Hale,” you scorned pushing him away. 

Scott banged on your wall to let you know she was pulling up so you quickly pushed Derek to the window. “I’ll call you promise,” you said giving him one last kiss before he climbed out. 

It's been a week since you basically shoved your boyfriend out your window and ever since you would go over to his loft. You were lying in Derek’s bed while he was doing a light workout.

“I could get used to this sight,” you joked putting your book down. 

He shook his head at your comment and got up off the floor. Derek sat on the bed and grabbed the towel he left to wipe his sweat off. “Why haven’t you told your mom about us,” he asked lying across your legs.

“What,” you asked running your hands through his damp hair.

He repeated his question and grabbed your hand to stop your movement. You looked into his eyes and saw that he was serious. He looked hurt like you never wanted to tell her about him.

“Oh baby, because every time I try someone or something comes along and we have to literally fight for our lives,” you said pulling his hand to your lips and kissing his knuckles. 

“No one is currently trying to kill us,” he smirked. 

You squint your eyes and tilt your head thinking over everything currently going on in your life and realize he was right. For the first time in a long time, everything was peaceful. “Okay,” you said grabbing your phone off his nightstand. 

You called your mom to let her know you wanted to have a family dinner to introduce her to your boyfriend. Derek watched as you laughed when she asked if she was a werewolf. “Yeah Mom but he’s house-trained promise.”

After you hung up the phone Derek pinned you to the bed and let his teeth graze your neck. “What did I say about the dog joke.” 

“That they are funnier coming from me than stiles,” you smiled at him. 

His hands started roaming your body but your hands stopped his movement. “Nope, you have to take a shower. My mom was freaking out over the late notice so we have to pick up the food,” you said giving him a quick kiss before pushing him off you. 

Since Derek carried you over his shoulder to join him in the shower it took longer than it should have to leave his loft. “Do you want to explain to my mother and brother that we are late 'cause you just couldn’t keep your hands off me in the shower,” you asked cockily as he finally got dressed.

“Not right now, but I’m sure I’ll tell Scott when he gets on my nerves later,” he joked as you walked out of the loft.  

You smacked the back of his head before going ahead of him to his car. When you got to your house, you were greeted by more than just your mother and brother. Isaac and Stiles were sitting in the living room waiting for the food.

“What are you doing here,” Derek angrily asked Stiles. 

“I’m family and I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” he smirked at Derek. 

You grabbed the food from Derek’s hands and brought it into the kitchen. Mom and Scott were in there grabbing plates and cups chatting. When you placed the bags down you looked back at the living room then back to your mother. 

“Ok first, I get why Isaac is here since he lives here but Scott you know Stiles pissed Derek off,” you said glaring at your brother.

“Derek,” your mother questioned. “You're dating Derek Hale.” 

She pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath. You started unpacking and replacing the food while she processed the new information. 

“He’s less of an asshole now,” Stiles said walking in and taking an egg roll. 

“Ok, but I’ve already met him, why all this? Not that I don’t enjoy eating with my kids,” she said rubbing Scotts back.

“He wanted you to meet him as my boyfriend,” you explained. 

Scott and Stiles brought the food to the dining table while you stayed and talked to Mom. You leaned against the counter while she asked you questions about your relationship. 

“So we really like him,” she asked looking at him over your shoulders

“We love him, Mom,” you corrected. 

A smile grew on your mom's face as she looked over your shoulders. You turned and saw Derek staring at you with a huge smile. Scott and Stiles announced they were done setting the table and started to dig in. 

“Boys,” your mom exclaimed heading to them. 

Derek stood at the table and pulled a chair out for you. You watched as Stiles sat down in the chair and Derek leaned over to whisper something in his ear. Stile shot up and quickly went to the other side of the table. You walked over and sat down letting out a small laugh. “What did you tell him,” you asked. 

“I just asked him politely,” he said in a lying defensive tone. 

You just shook your head and started to eat. Your mother tried asking questions about your relationship but Scott kept saying that he didn’t want to know anything about it. Every time Stiles tried to talk you could just feel the aggravation radiating off Derek so you placed you hand on his thigh to calm him down. 

It seemed like Derek was finally relaxed and enjoying himself when your father walked through the door. You let out a silent groan and rubbed your hands over your face. This time Derek rested his hand on your thigh to calm you down. 

“Why don’t we call Peter to join too,” you whispered causing him to smile. 

Your father sat in the empty seat on the other side of Derek and made himself a plate. “Sorry I’m late, there’s a lot of crazy things that happen in this city,” your father said. 

Stiles let out a laugh when your father looked at Isaac and asked how long you had been dating. “Dad,” Scott said shaking his head and nodding his head towards Derek. 

Your dad looked between Derek and you then slowly placed his utensils on the table,

“Weren’t you under investigation for multiple murders,” he asked going all investigator on him. 

“He was also temporarily wanted for the attempted murder of all of us,” Stiles said motioning to himself, you, and Scott. 

Scott slapped Stiles's arm and told him to shut up. “But we were mistaken about it being him,” Scott said trying to save the evening. 

“You’re okay with this,” He asked your mother as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. 

“Yes, I trust our daughter. And Derek is a good man,” your mother defended. 

The rest of the dinner was full of awkward silences and subtle threats from your father. When it was over you walked Derek out to his car and he just held you in his arms. 

“That was terrible,” you complained. 

“I don’t know, one good thing came out of it,” he said kissing your temple. “I love you too.”

Derek got into his car and rolled down his window. “You wanna go back in or come back to the loft,” he asked leaning over and opening the passenger side door. 

You looked back at the house and saw your dad waiting for you at the door with a look on his face saying ‘We are going to have a talk about this’, so you waved to your dad and got into the car with your boyfriend. 

“At least my mom likes you,” you joked leaning your head on his shoulder.

“All that matters is that you love me,” he said with a toothy grin.

You kissed his shoulder, “Yeah I love you.”

[dont-look-behind]

dating headcanons | derek hale

• His love language is definitely acts of service.

• Sidewalk rule always.

• You never get to touch a doorknob around him. 

• Very protective, no one dares to lay a finger on you. You’re literally untouchable.

• Scared to death to hurt you, and wants you to have a normal life as a human.

• You’re probably still a senior in high school when you start dating, so people would stare a lot in the beginning.

• Drives you to school and picks you up everyday.

• Buckles your seatbelt for you and drives you home to take care of you when you’re drunk.

• I can imagine the grumpy x sunshine dynamic.

• He cooks your favorite meals for you.

• He loves laying on top of you for back and head scratches.

• Tough Derek is just an act. He’s the sweetest and sees you with so much respect and tenderness.

• Didn't have a phone until he started dating you. He bought one just to call and text you.

• I feel like most of your dates would be indoor cause he’s not very social.

• If you try to play sassy he’d just laugh cause he thinks it looks cute on you.

• He does admire your confidence though, and thinks you’re kinda badass.

[lunajay33]

Secrets

•🌑🐺🏹🧺•

Summary: You’ve been sneaking around with Derek Hale since your brother Stiles brought him into your life, no one knew but when you find out you’re pregnant everything changes, will your family and friends be there for you?

Pairing: Derek Hale x f!reader

Includes: Pregnancy, supernatural activity, 18+

•Masterlist•

Life use to be simple, just me stiles and dad, nights where Scott stiles and I would hang out watching random movies mostly sci-fi action but I didn’t care because it was moments like that I cherished, until everything changed, Scott changed into a werewolf, stiles got caught up in it try to help and along the way I found out, then it was a little pack of us, Scott, stiles, Lydia, Allison, Jackson and me

Then one night I met Derek Hale, only a few years older than me, he too was a werewolf and trying to help Scott but the guys didn’t seem to trust him

But I couldn’t help myself, one night when he texted me asking to meet I snuck out and from then on it’s been amazing, he was nothing like stiles described, he was caring and sweet to me, only me I noticed which made it feel even better

And now it’s been 2 years of sneaking around and it just gets harder and harder everytime we have a pack meeting, we’ve added a few more members over the years, Isaac and Kira and to everyone’s dismay Peter

Peter was the only one that knew about us, we kinda had to let him in on the secret since he lived in the same loft where Derek and I would hang out away from the others

Rolling over in bed I wrap my arm around Derek’s waist and rest my head on his chest as he holds me tighter

“Morning baby” his voice rough from sleep which always got to me

“Mmmm I don’t wanna get up” I sigh as I sit up on his lap running my hand over his firm chest

“I know if I could I’d keep you in the bed all day but you need to get your little ass to school or your brother will be sniffing around” he says sitting up a placing kisses up my neck

“Don’t do that you’re just making it harder for me to leave D” he gently bite my shoulder making me gasp, we found out shortly after hanging out together that I was his mate, he said it was rare to find one as a werewolf but that’s the reason we were so drawn together

I quickly got ready for school, having to shower to get his scent off me with all the supernatural senses around someone would’ve sensed it

Standing at the loft door he helps me by putting my books in my bag and putting it over my shoulder

“See you tonight? Got the pack meeting” he said squeezing my hips

“Yeah I’ll be here, love you”

“Love you too, now go before you’re late again” he smirks as he smacks my ass and I squeak turning to leave

•

Walking through the school I put my bag away and jump when stiles and Lydia lean on the locker next to me

“And where have you been all night huh?” Stiles questions as he quirks an eyebrows, seeing Lydia smirking behind him with a knowing look

“I was just at a friends house” I blush closing my locker and walking to my class

“Friend? We’re your only friends and we were all at Scott’s last night watching movies soooo who’s this friend”

“Stiles leave the girl be I’m sure she has a perfect explanation when she’s ready” Lydia adds coming to my defense

“Yeah bro everything’s fine trust me, really fine” I laugh Lydia joining in making stiles gag

“Oh god I don’t wanna hear that, forget I asked” he pulls me into a hug before leaving to his class me and Lydia heading to chemistry

“Sooooo who’s this mystery man? Isaac wasn’t there last night is it him?”

“Of course not he’s with Allison, plus it doesn’t matter all you need to know is he’s amazing to me”

“Annnnnndddd….” She wiggles her eyebrows

“And he’s amazing in bed oh my god lyds, and he was so gentle with me during my first time”

“First time? How long have you been with this guy?”

“Ummm a while”

“Why keep him a secret? Unless it’s someone you shouldn’t be with” she squints her eyes looking me over and it spikes my heart beat if anyone would find out it would be her and then I see the moment it dawns on her

“No fricken way…..Derek?” I shush her quickly because of the supernatural hearing all over the school

“Look you can’t tell anyone please we’re not ready yet” she smiles softly

“I won’t but I do count of you coming to me with all the hot deets”

“Fine I can do that” I smile as class begins

•

I get to Derek’s loft earlier than the others to get my daily dose of my mate, I knock on the door and Peter opens with a knowing smirk

“Well hello again beautiful, come for my nephew again?”

“Of course, is he here?” I ask as he lets me in, I drop my bag on the couch looking around

“He’ll be down in a moment, you seem more eager than usual”

“I don’t know I’m still not in on all the mating behaviors” I say sitting at the kitchen counter

“I might have an idea” he says crossing his arm

“Wanna clue me in?”

“Hmmmm not yet, you’ll know soon enough” before I could ask further Derek came down headed straight for me, his usual scowl disappears when he sees me

“Hi baby” I smile when he stands between my legs and pulling me into a hard passionate kiss

“Miss me that much my alpha?” His eyes glowed red at me calling him alpha, he told me it was this animalistic thing that really turned him on

“Save that for later and you’ll be begging for more” he stepped away right as the door opened and the whole pack strolled in taking their usual spots

I hold in the urge to scream, my body already lit with desire, even though I’m not a werewolf I still get the effects of mates just not as strong

“Sis here already?” Stiles asks as he wraps his arm around my shoulder and leads me to sit next to him on the couch

“Didn’t have anything to do after school so I just came here”

“And have to put up with Peter I’d rather die” I smack his arm playfully

“Hey he’s not so bad”

“To you”

“Maybe because she isn’t annoying” Peter says from across the room

“Peter be nice”

We go on to discuss the shit that’s been happening in town finding there’s a something out there that’s been messing around, doing some kind of rituals in threes

“We don’t know what the “categories” are yet but we have to stick together, never be alone, watch out for eachother” Scott adds

We finish up and slowly everyone filters out

“Come on sis I’ll drive you home” stiles says

“Oh I’ve got somethings I need to talk to her about, and we have a sleepover planned so don’t wait up okay?!” Lydia says saving my ass

“Okay have fun girls” he smiles wide before leaving with Scott

“Thank you I am not ready to leave yet”

“I can tell you’ve been squirming this whole time, have fun girl friend” she says taking out a glittery lipgloss and touches my lips up

“But you can’t go alone” I add

“I’ll get her home safe, thank me later” Peter says leading Lydia out the door and I can hear their bickering making me laugh

I turn and bump into Derek and he quickly picks me up and throws me over his shoulder smacking my ass again

“You’re mine now girl”

•

He throws me down on the bed and crawls over my, my legs wide for him to get between, his canine scratching down my throat

“This feeling lately is a lot stronger than usual, it’s even more than when you’re in your rut” I moan when he rips my shirt off

“Your scent is driving me crazy, it’s different and it’s making me feral, I don’t know what it is but god I love it” he presses his nose against my shorts breathing in making me gasp

“Derek please”

“Wrong name” he growls

“Alpha please I need you” with his super human strength he rips off the rest of my clothes leaving me bare, I’m quick to help discard him of his clothes too till we’re both naked and nothing separates us, his hands roam down my chest down to my hips and then he slows and his ears perk up as his thumbs trace over my lower stomach

I place my hands on his wrists never seeing him stop in a heated moment like this

“Are you okay baby?” A rumble sounds from his chest giving me a comforting ease

“Did you know?” His eyes finally look at me

“Know what? Is something wrong with me? Am I sick?” I panic knowing they could sense things before humans can

He fully puts his hand over my belly and the warmth makes me hum in content

“That’s why we’ve been so crazy, your hormones are in overdrive because you’re carrying my kid”

“Are you serious? I’m pregnant?” I sit up on my elbows and see no lie on his face

“Oh god I’m sorry Derek, I didn’t mean to stiles and my dad are gonna kill me”

“Hey calm down it’ll be okay, plus it’s not your fault if anything it’s me but you know I can’t help it when we’re in the moment, let’s give it time”

“Should we tell them we’re together first to ease them into it?” I ask trying to figure a solution out to our 2 years of keeping this a secret

“Probably the best”

“Did you want this?” I ask running my hands through his hair

“With my mate I want everything”

•

Sitting at lunch just me Scott stiles Allison Lydia and Isaac, I was going savage on the cheeseburger and everyone was looking at me

“What?”

“Hungry?” Stiles smiles as he puts his chocolate bar on my tray

“Very, I’ve been eating all day”

“Something going on?” Lydia asks smirking

“What? No why would you ask? I’m fine?” I panic laugh

“Woah calm down girl just making sure you’re okay!” Allison smiles and the table erupts in laughter

“Look im just hungry can’t a girl eat” I try to brush it off

We talk about some of the research that stiles found with the sacrifices, three people from every five groups

I could barely pay attention still trying to wrap my brain around the fact that I’m gonna have a baby, I clear my throat to get everyone’s attention

“Ummm are you guys free tonight?”

“Yeah nothing but research” stiles say and everyone else says they’re free

“Would you guys be able to get all the pack together and meet at Derek’s at like 6?”

“Sure everything okay?” Isaac asks

“Yeah just need to tell you guys something” before further questions I take my tray and walk away going to throw everything out and heading into the school

“So how was last night?” Lydia asks from beside me making me scream

“Holy shit you scared me”

“I need the details after covering for you and having to ride home with Peter”

“Well we were going to have a rough night but then….things happened and we ended up having a slow really good time”

“And what happened?” I blush as I brush my hair back

“I can’t tell you yet, just come tonight”

•

I pull up to the loft building with stiles, we walk up the stairs and when we walk in everyone’s already there

“Well we’re all here, what is it you needed to tell us?”

I look at Peter and Derek and they nod, Derek waves me over to sit on the chair infront of him, his hands rub my shoulders soothingly

“Uuuuhhhh what’s going on?” Stiles asks his eyebrows knitting together in confusion

“I’ve been seeing Derek, I’m sorry for keeping it a secret but I just didn’t want to be judged since he’s a bit older”

Everyone was shocked

“How long?” Allison asks gently

“Since the day I met her”

“2 YEARS AGO?” Stiles shouts flailing his arms

“Look I knew you guys weren’t sure of him at first so we kept it to ourselves and then it just kept going, only Peter knew”

“That’s why Peter only seems to like you”

“Exactly” Peter adds smirking devilishly

“And why tell us now?” Scott asks

“Just with everything going on we didn’t want any secrets” Derek picks me up and sits me on his lap

“I’m serious about him stiles, I know it’s a lot but trust me”

“They’re mates” Peter drops the bomb

“Mates? I didn’t know we could have mates” Isaac says

“It’s rare, very rare, she doesn’t feel the effects as much as a wolf would but she still gets those……side effects during that time of the month” I groan hiding my face in Derek’s shoulder

“Okay I didn’t need to know that last part” stiles sighs

“I’m happy for you guys, maybe Derek won’t be such a sourpuss anymore” Lydia smiles

“He’s not a sourpuss for me”

“Now everyone out I need time with my nephew and niece in law” Peter growls and everyone leaves

“I LOVE YOU STILES” I yell out

“LOVE YOU TOO SIS”

Now just the three of us I sigh feeling a weight lift off my shoulders

“When are you telling them you’re pregnant?” He asks

“Not yet, I’m gonna wait till I’m settled with it, I mean I only just found out last night I’m having a baby and I’m still in highschool, it’s a lot”

“Well we’re here to help, if it’s a boy you have to name him after me”

“Hmmmm maybe we’ll see” Derek seemed really quiet this whole time, he picks me up easily in his arms and carries me to his room gently sitting my down

“Are you alright? You’ve been pretty quiet, are you have second thoughts” he presses his hand against my chest which always helped ease my worrying

“Never, just worried about both your safety”

“With what stiles found I don’t fit into any category” I say climbing into his lap running my hands down his biceps

“Yeah but druids can be tricky, bend the rules”

“Well it’s a good thing I have a big strong alpha to protect me, now relax let’s get in comfy clothes and cuddle because it’s been a couple stressful days” he changed into nothing my grey sweats and I pulled on one of his sleeping shirts and a new pair of panties I kept here, he holds me in bed with the cool night breeze blowing in through the window behind us

My back against his chest and his hand protectively splayed out across my lower stomach

“I think it’ll be a girl”

“We need more girls in our pack and that way we don’t have to name it after Peter” he says making us both laugh

“Goodnight my love” I whisper feeling the sleep take over

“Love you too”

•

It’s been a week since we told everyone and they were still getting us to the idea of me and Derek, especially stiles but he understood that if he made me happy then it would be okay

Lydia invited me and Allison over for a girls night and to spill deets on our relationships and I couldn’t wait, I needed some girl time

Plopping down on her bed we all sit around in a circle with our fav snacks in the middle

“So how’s it going with Isaac?” I ask Allison as I bit down on a gummy bear

“Good, it’s different than with Scott but I’m Isaac’s first relationship so it’s kinda fun showing him everything”

“Little miss Allison got a corruption kink” Lydia laughs making Allison blush

“I do not……oh god maybe I do” I squeaks at the realization

“What about you, I know you must be one lucky girl with a guy like Derek”

“Oh he’s amazing in bed, he was my first and definitely my last, he was gentle with me during my first time and after that he broke me into all the things we could possibly do”

“I can’t believe your his mate and how you never got caught” Allison says eating a fuzzy peach candy

“I took precautions, always showered after being with him or made up excuses, i feel bad but i love Derek too much to really feel too much guilt” we giggle and then Lydia pokes me

“I know you’re hiding something else, more than you’re promiscuous secret relationship”

“Oh I don’t know me and Derek wanted to wait till everything blew over and we were ready”

“Come on it’s us! Spit it out we won’t tell”

I take a deep breath, once I tell them it means this is real, this is really happening and I really have a mini werewolf growing inside me

“Come on the suspense is killing me!” Allison whines with a bright smile

“I’m pregnant” their mouths drop open, both concern and joy expressed

“How do you feel about that? We’ll support you either way” Lydia says

“I’m happy, still trying to figure it out, I mean I’m in highschool and pregnant and stiles is gonna freak out, my dads gonna kill me and I don’t wanna disappoint him, but I love Derek and I already love this baby, plus these baby hormones has Derek crazy for me” I smile rubbing my belly where a bump will soon be

“Well if you’re happy we’re happy, and hey stiles loves you so much you know he’ll be by your side and your dad will get over it he adores you” I nod at Lydia’s reassurance

“You guys can’t tell anyone please, I still need time”

“Of course now let’s order some pizza and watch the new episode of vampire diaries!”

The girls had fallen asleep on the bed so I tucked them in, making a make shift bed on the comfy couch Lydia has in her room

Checking my phone I see a missed text from Derek

Hope you’re having fun baby, missing you already

Peter told me my hormones will have a strong effect of Derek making him more protective and extra affectionate

Miss you too, feeling cold without my usual body heater wrapped around me:)

Need me to crash girls night?;)

Keep it in your pants wolf man, I’ll survive one night you can have me all to yourself tomorrow but you’ll have to come to my place

I’ll be waiting baby girl, love you and our pup, goodnight

Goodnight, love you too x

I smile turning off my phone and curl up in all the blankets falling asleep feeling like everything is falling into place

•

School was slow until gym came and we found a dead body strung to a tree, as the police came the pack watch knowing this was the work of the Druid

“That was Mike Forbes dad, whoever is picking people off they’re going after guardians now” instinctively I place my hand on my belly and I feel Lydia squeeze my shoulder

“You’ll be okay, just breathe” she whispers

When coach tells for us to head back to the school I see Derek in the parking lot leaning against his hood and when he sees me he opens his arms and I run wrapping my arms around him

“It’s going after guardians Derek, I’m scared”

“We’ll be okay we’ve got the pack and if I’m not with you I’ll stick Peter with you”

“Think he’ll agree to do that?”

“You’re carrying his great niece or nephew he’ll definitely agree”

“What? You’re pregnant?” I turn seeing stiles and Scott not standing far away, in the fear of the moment I completely forgot where we were

“Stiles I can explain please just…..please don’t be mad at me, I can’t lose you” I feel the panic rising Derek’s hand rubbing my lower back

“Why didn’t you tell me before, I just feel like I’m missing this huge part of your life, I’ve never kept a secret from you” I walk up to him and Scott goes to stand by Derek

“I know I just….i didn’t want you to be disappointed in me, you’re so smart and even though you’re crazy dad is proud of you and this is just another thing I feel like I’ll be letting him down, and you’re my best friend, you’re my brother and I didn’t want you to see me differently” he sighs and loosens up slumping his shoulders as he pulls me into his chest hugging me tightly

“You’re my sister, no matter what you’ll do I’ll always love you and you could never disappoint me and dad, you know you’re his little angel, sure he’ll probably have a heart attack but then he’ll be over bearing always checking on you and so will I, I just can’t believe I’m stuck with that sourpuss in our lives forever” he jokes and I smack his arm

“You know he’s the best to protect me and I know secretly you like him, and hey you get to be an uncle now”

“Shit I didn’t even realize that oh wow” he wipes his forehead stressing a bit, Lydia comes over and pats his shoulder and takes him off give me a smile and wink as she goes

“Congrats sis, I know you’re going through a lot but you know we’re all here for you” Scott says before he leaves to join the pack

“That’s not how I wanted to tell him” I sigh feeling Derek’s presence behind me and he pulls me close to him, my back against his chest

“But he didn’t get mad like you thought, I told you everything will be okay, now get your pretty little ass to class, I’ll pick you up after”

•

It’s been a few weeks since the incident in the woods and the Druid was working slower, not another sacrifice since that day which only put the whole pack on edge

Today was the appointment for my ultrasound to see if everything’s going okay, Derek picks up stiles and I and we head to the hospital, Derek was hesitant about stiles coming but I wanted him there

Laying on the bed the doctor squeezes gel along my little barely noticeable bump and runs the wand over it

Then we hear the little heart beat and I can’t help but tear up, I feel Derek squeeze my hand and stiles eyes are wide

“There the heart beat, strong, very strong actually, how far along do you think you are?” She asks I look at Derek and we’re trying to calculate but it’s hard with how much we went at it

“Ummm I’m not sure maybe like 2 months”

“Well even though your bump is small I’d say you’re about 4, she’s way bigger than 2 months, I’ll print off some pictures and leave you to clean up” she smiled before leaving the room

“A baby girl” I gasp seeing tears in Derek’s eyes, seeing him with a pout and his eyes glossy warmed my heart

“We’re having a little girl” he says as he leans up and kisses me slowly, wiping my tears after, I look up at stiles and he’s smiling wide and he was buzzing like a bee wanted to fly

“Come here spaz” he pulls me into a hug wanting to jump off the walls

“I’m gonna have a niece this is insane holy shit”

“You’re gonna be the best uncle ever, she’s a lucky girl like me to have you in her life”

Derek took the towel and wiped off the gel and we left after the doctor gave us the pictures of the ultrasound, we all got in Derek black car and drove back to my house

“How am I 4 months already, Peter would’ve sensed that a lot earlier”

“Typically when the baby is a wolf they grow faster, my mother was only pregnant for about 5 months” Derek adds like it’s nothing

“Wait so I only have 3 more months to get ready oh god that’s a lot, woah it’s hot in here……” I gasp rolling down the window panicking, 3 months and then I’m a mother and I still have to get literally everything ready

“Hey it’ll be okay, the pack will help with everything sis” stiles says patting my shoulder

“But what about the Druid they’re still out there and I don’t want my baby in danger, and we still have to tell dad and……and it’s just a lot”

“You know I’d never let anything hurt either of you baby, we’ll all try our hardest to get rid of this birch before our little pup comes” Derek says rubbing my thigh

How did my life come to this?

•

Part.2

[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"

[uhhhj13iguess]

in his flannel

stiles stilinski x fem!reader (no (y/n) use)

summary: you show up for a study session in a particular choice of clothing

wc: ~900

a best friends to lovers trope is at no moment NOT running through my head. i'm also entirely thinking of buzzcut!stiles in this

masterlist and taglist!

when stiles opened the door, his mouth was dry on impact. there you stood, innocent and ready to study for your upcoming test -- in his flannel. he didn’t remember when it came into your possession, but he didn’t care.

he didnt even know he wanted so badly to see you in his clothing, until now, where he just can't seem to take his eyes off of you.

you.

in his shirt.

"stiles? can i come in, or..."

you spoke suddenly, breaking stiles from his trance. he shook his head dramatically, cringing at his first impression at the door.

"yeah jesus sorry, come in."

he stepped out of the way, making small talk as you made your way to his room, unloading your textbooks and notes across his bed. you sprawled out, laying on your stomach as you began to flip through the pages. stiles' eyes once again fell to the way his flannel fell against the curves of your body, his own feeling too hot suddenly.

he hadn't really thought of you this way before. okay, that was a lie, but he never took it seriously. he’d known you forever, and anytime he felt you unconsciously slip into his thoughts, he felt embarrassed to be thinking of his best friend like that and pushed it away. but now, seeing a shirt he had worn a few days earlier now draped over what he can only presume as your bare torso, he was torn between feelings of cuteness aggression and wanting to rip the shirt off of you.

you could sense the gaze, looking towards his frame slumped at his desk, smiling as he turned away as though he'd been caught.

he cleared his throat. "so. where do you want to start?"

you weighed your response carefully.

stiles had left his flannel in your car the other night after dropping him off, and you hadn't taken it off since. originally, you'd put it in your backpack to bring to him the next day, however after being sleepless long enough, you grabbed it, hoping the extra warmth would send you dreaming.

you were awake the rest of the night.

you couldn't get over the smell. when his scent first hit your nose, you found it calming, sure it would bring you a sense of comfort and immediately put you to sleep. as it turns out, it was taunting.

with the smell of espresso and fresh linen overwhelming you, the only thing on your mind was stiles. everything about him, every memory of you two, every accidental touch -- suddenly, it was all you could think about.

in the back of your mind, you always knew there was something special about him. something deeper within him that drew the two of you together. stiles made you feel every single thing with so much more passion, so much more intention. but you'd brushed it off, convincing yourself you were crazy.

that he didn't feel that way.

but he was flustered, and you hoped you were right about why.

"so, where do you want to start?"

you let out a hum, toying with the topmost button on his flannel, blushing as you noticed his eyes honed in on your actions. you sat up slowly, trying to build any ounce of courage you had.

"i want to start with why you're being so weird today."

stiles cleared his thoat, scratching the back of his head and turning back towards his desk. he shuffled his papers. "I, uh I mean, I don't know what you're talking about, I'm being completely normal."

you sat up facing him, tugging at his sleeves. "sti-"

"why are you wearing my shirt?"

your eyes shot up and you frowned immediately. suddenly uncomfortable, you wrapped your arms around your waist and looked down.

"oh, im sorry, you left it in my car and I didn't think it would be--"

"no no it's okay i just-"

"-- an issue, i have a sweatshirt in my bag I can--"

"-- i like it"

you looked up at him, completely silent. your brain fought hard to process what he said and how you could be reading it incorrectly.

"you..."

"i'm sorry, i, that sounded weird, jesus. i just mean its fine that you, you know you're wearing it, and--"

"stiles."

he shut up. he knew he was rambling and he just hoped he wasn’t reading the situation incorrectly. he locked eyes with you, anxious and listless.

"i wore it so you would notice."

stiles felt hot again.

he took a shaky breath, trying to think past the growing tension in the room. he wheeled his chair closer where you were sitting.

"oh"

you swung your feet over the edge of the bed.

"yeah"

both of you would swear that time stopped. the air got thick, and the moment was a blur. you don't know who made the first move, but suddenly you were both standing, your lips against each other in a relieving kiss. neither of you had allowed yourselves to imagine this moment seriously, yet here it was, and you had no idea how you’d lived without it before this.

his lips moved sweetly across yours, nervous but needy. it felt like forever before you pulled away, your body impatiently reminding you of its need to breathe.

both of you blushed, foreheads touching as you relished in the moment.

"i think i'm going to start forgetting my clothes around you more often."

[swanimagines]

Teen Wolf: Imagine being Derek’s sister and him finding out that you’re secretly dating Stiles.

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Note: nowadays all requests are done straight to asks, this is my old template of posting and I no longer have their asks!

Note 2: A reminder again that in all my newer fics where reader is someone's sibling/child or some other relative, they're always adopted, not related by blood!

When you first met Scott and Stiles, you wouldn’t have believed that one day, you’d end up falling in love with the latter. Your first meeting hadn’t been… good, if you were honest. You saw them as a threat, as did your brother, so your first words to Stiles had been “stay out of this, human”.

Seeing where that meeting brought you now had been completely unexpected. Stiles had somehow gotten enchanted by you, and you soon realised he had a crush on you — despite you having been so harsh at him when he had tried to defend Scott.

And more surprises were coming. Him fumbling and being awkward, at the loss of words before you, you found it cute. Cute. A human, you found a human cute.

You tried to hide it, how you were warming up for him. How he got you to smile, how you started to enjoy his company. It wasn’t logical, it was foolish. And especially when Derek hated Stiles, you having feelings for the boy just didn’t fit the picture.

But, your feelings just wouldn’t go away, no matter how much you tried to suppress them, and eventually you just had to blurt them out to him. He just stood there stunned, looking at you for a moment before he started grinning like he had just won in a lottery. And you knew that he kind of had, he had had the biggest crush on you for a long time and now you told him you felt the same way.

But you still needed to keep it hidden from your brother, in fact Scott and the Sheriff were the only ones who knew. You snuck out almost every day after school to hang out with Stiles and there you were at a park, in the shadow of an old oak, heads pressed together and holding hands.

This was one of those days. You two were sitting in the park, beside a pond full of ducks. Stiles had brought a bag of seeds with him, and you fed the ducks together. You were quieter than usual, and Stiles nudged you.

“What are you thinking about?” he mumbled, handing you a few seeds.

“I think Derek is suspecting something,” you replied, glancing over your shoulder. “I can’t help but think that he’s been watching us, he acts so weird. I don’t know what he will do if he finds out about us.”

You threw the seeds to the ducks, making them swarm at your feet. Stiles sighed, looking up for a moment. You knew he wanted to mutter “creep” but you appreciated he didn’t. You took his hand. “I’m not leaving you, in case you’re afraid of that. Even if Derek will try to lock me up.”

Stiles nodded, squeezing your hand back. “I know.”

You sat there for a moment longer, until the seeds ran out and Stiles shook the bag towards the quacking ducks, before throwing it into the trashcan and leaving the park with you. You walked in silence for a moment, before Stiles turned to you. “Wanna come watch a movie? Your brother can’t follow us there, Dad has too many security cameras for that.”

You scoffed. “As if that’d keep him away. But you’re right about it being safer there. He might not want to come in and risk your dad seeing him threatening you.”

He took the jeep keys from his pocket and fumbled with them for a moment. “So… you’re coming?”

You nodded, taking his arm. “Yeah, I’d like to have a good laugh with a comedy before going home.”

—

As the credits rolled, you realised how late it had gotten. The clock had struck midnight a while ago, and you could almost picture Derek tapping his foot impatiently like the Rabbit from Winnie the Pooh. So you reluctantly retreated from Stiles’s warm embrace, stretching out before looking at him. “I should go.”

He sighed, absentmindedly running his thumb across your hand. “Yeah, you probably should.”

You stood up from the couch, swinging your bag over your shoulder, letting Stiles walk you to the door. Once you reached the porch, he leaned against the door frame and you looked at him, biting your lip. “Thanks for tonight,” you mumbled. “I had fun.”

Stiles nodded. “Me too.”

You thought for a moment, but then decided to take the leap — you stepped closer to him. “I think a proper good night wish could be better than just saying it.”

Stiles’s cheeks turned slightly red, and he stuttered slightly. “O-oh?”

“Yeah.”

And then, with one last breath, you gently grasped the collar of his hoodie and pressed your lips to his.

It wasn’t a deep, passionate kiss you see in movies, it was rather short, in between a peck and a proper kiss. But still, when you stepped back, Stiles grinned like he had won the lottery all over again, and you couldn’t help but giggle a little. “Goodnight, Stiles.”

He blinked, straightening up. “Goodnight.”

Then you turned, walking into the night with the biggest grin on your face. The night was chilly, but you felt like your heart was jumping around so much that it almost overheated you. Not that you minded, you were happier than in a long time, and almost felt like skipping through the forest.

Crack.

You stopped dead in your tracks, looking around. “Derek?”

Sure enough, he stepped out from the darkness, and you froze. “I… I was just on my way home.”

He scoffed, crossing his arms. “Don’t lie. I saw what happened.”

You cocked your head, trying to act clueless. “Saw what happen?”

He raised his eyebrows. “The kiss. I saw you kissed him. Didn’t you just tell me there’s nothing going on with him?”

You tried to play stupid and test the waters, laughing. “Nice try. You haven’t been near me today, I haven’t smelled you.”

He shook his head, sighing. “Which is exactly why I’m concerned. You’re losing your focus. What if the Hunters will get you because you’re too busy staring at Stiles’s eyes?”

You kept walking, pushing past him. “You’re overreacting. It was just a kiss.”

He turned around, starting to walk with you. “Just a kiss, and numerous secret dates after school for weeks, or is it months now?”

You groaned, figuring it’s no use to keep pretending. “Alright! We have… something going on with him. But it’s still early, and I’m not abandoning the pack because of him if that’s what you’re afraid of.”

“He can’t protect you. The Hunters will use him against you,” Derek said quietly. “You could die because of him.”

“His pack—”

He interrupted you, “He doesn’t have a pack, he’s not one of us. Even if he pretends to belong in Scott’s pack, he isn’t, and will never be, one of them.”

You sighed. You knew he was mostly right. Stiles, being a human, could easily be used against you. He hadn’t learned about everything yet, nor Scott had in that matter. You had tried to guide them, to help, but so far it was going slowly. And you knew that each day, the risks grew. You understood your brother, you had gone through the exact same feelings, wondering and pondering and pacing around your room, before finally concluding you weren’t able to keep it inside you. You had brought up all your worries to Stiles once you decided to tell him about your feelings, and he assured you that Scott would help if any problems came up. You still had doubts, but chose to push them aside for the sake of living. You had done what you could, telling him and Scott about the risks and Stiles still wanted to see what would become of you two.

You stopped, looking up for a moment. “I know it’s dangerous, Derek. But what do you expect me to do? Ignore my feelings, end my relationship? It wouldn’t be fair for me, even less for him. He signed up for this, because he wants to be with me.”

Derek stopped as well, stepping in front of you. He ran his hand through his hair. “I’m not asking you to ignore how you feel, but you need to be smart about this. Think about how many times we watched our friends get hurt because they got too close?”

“We’re not children, we can look after ourselves just fine,” you groaned.

He raised his eyebrows. “Can you? Because to me, it looks like one of you will be dead soon, and—.”

You shook your head, raising your hands up. “Stop.”

You stood there in silence for a long while, before Derek crossed his arms again. “You’re not letting this go, are you?”

You huffed. “No. I can only promise to come to you for help if I need any.”

He thought for a moment, and pursed his lips. “Alright. But don’t expect me to like it, or him.”

You smiled a little. “Yeah, I know. Thanks, Derek.”

He didn’t say anything, just turned, and you followed him home. Maybe things between Stiles and Derek would be alright in the end after all.

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[stargrillzz]

WEAKENING

SUMMARY: Derek, a tough, serious guy, impervious to any kind of emotions, turns out to have a weakness and it's not wolfsbane.

NOTE: My love for Teen Wolf has risen from the ashes. I love that show so much, I need them to make another movie or a spin-off with the same characters. I don't know what you think, but the only good thing about the movie was Eli. Also, reader name's Sage, I'm sorry it was more comfortable for me while writing if reader had a name xoxo

DAY OF ARRIVING LATE EVERYWHERE

mer day in Beacon Hills. You kicked off the sheets with a sigh and swung your legs over the side of the bed.

Throwing on your favorite denim miniskirt and a snug black tank top, you brushed your pitch-black hair quickly, letting it fall naturally over your shoulders. A quick check in the mirror — bright green eyes still sleepy but sharp — and you tugged on your chunky black boots. Comfortable and just rebellious enough for a Thursday.

The smell of coffee and toast hit you the second you stepped into the kitchen. Scott was already seated, fully dressed, motorcycle helmet resting securely on his arm like it was a part of his body. Melissa buzzed around the kitchen in her scrubs, clearly mid-rush.

“You know,” you said, grabbing a banana off the counter and tossing it in the air, “you don’t need to have your helmet on your arm while you eat breakfast.”

Scott didn’t look up, just took another bite of toast. “It’s cool.”

“Mmhm,” you replied, leaning back against the fridge. “If it’s so cool, maybe you could use your cool points to take me to school again.”

He raised a brow, chewing. “I take you every day. Why do you act like it’s some kind of favor?”

“Because one day, you’re gonna be too cool and leave me stranded.”

“Never gonna happen,” he said through a mouthful of eggs.

Melissa passed behind him and leaned down to kiss the top of his head, then gently placed her hand on your shoulder. “Be nice to him,” she said playfully. “He’s your chauffeur and your brother this week.”

“I’m always nice to him,” you called out as she grabbed her keys.

Melissa gave you both a tired smile, already halfway out the door. “Try not to let the school burn down today. Or yourselves.”

“No promises,” you and Scott said in unison.

The motorcycle ride was smooth, the wind whipping through your hair, tugging at your clothes as you held onto Scott’s sides. The morning sun burned low on the horizon, golden and slow, and the streets of Beacon Hills rolled past in a blur of green trees and brick buildings.

When Scott parked in front of the school, it was still early. Students wandered across the lot in small groups, laughing, talking, and clinging to iced coffees. You slipped off the bike, smoothing your skirt and shaking out your hair, already sticking to your neck from the heat.

“Ugh, how is it this hot before third period?” you muttered.

“You wore boots in June,” Scott pointed out.

“Fashion before function,” you replied, brushing past him.

The two of you pushed through the front doors into the cool hallways of Beacon Hills High, the air conditioning a relief against your skin. That’s when Scott slowed beside you.

You noticed his shoulders tense.

“What?” you asked.

He sniffed once, subtly, then again. “Do you smell that?”

“Um. Hormones? Teen spirit? Whatever’s in the cafeteria?”

“No. It’s—” His eyes narrowed. “Wolves.”

You blinked. “Like, new wolves?”

Scott nodded once. “Strong scent. Close. And—” He paused. “Identical.”

You frowned. “Identical? Like… twins?”

He didn’t answer. Just scanned the hall ahead.

And then you saw them.

Two tall figures walked side by side down the opposite hallway — both broad-shouldered, clean-cut, confident. Like they were born to take up space. One of them glanced your way as they passed, his eyes flicking over you with the casual ease of someone used to being looked at. You turned your head fast, cheeks warm.

“Okay,” you muttered, “you were right.”

Scott didn’t reply, but the way his jaw clenched said enough.

-

By third period, the whole school was buzzing. You, Scott, and Stiles sat at your usual table outside the science lab, sharing theories and leftover chips.

“I’m telling you,” Stiles said, eyes wide, “they’re not just new guys. They’re like... evil Abercrombie clones.”

“Clones?” you laughed.

“Have you seen them? No human has cheekbones that sharp naturally. It’s unholy.”

Scott still looked uneasy. “They’re wolves. I’m sure of it. The way they move… and that scent.”

Stiles leaned in. “Okay, but like… alphas? Betas? Omegas?”

You rolled your eyes. “Let’s just hope they’re normal for once.”

The bell rang, and you split up for class. It wasn’t until later — just before the last period — that things got interesting again.

-

You stood at your locker, swapping out books for calculus, when you felt someone behind you.

Not just someone walking past. Someone watching you. Standing too still.

You turned slowly.

“Sorry,” the boy said, voice smooth, almost apologetic. “I didn’t mean to bother you. I’m new. I think I got lost — I have calculus next, and this place is a maze.”

He smiled.

It was one of the twins.

“I’m Aiden.”

You blinked, caught off guard, but forced yourself to smile politely. “Nice to meet you. I’m Sage.”

He reached out — not for a handshake, but to take your hand gently and kiss the back of it. His lips were soft. Bold move.

You tried not to react, tried not to laugh, or blush, or punch him. You settled on raising an eyebrow.

“Beautiful name,” he said, his eyes tracing your face. “Almost as pretty as your eyes.”

Okay. Blush.

“Are you from here?”

“Born and raised,” you said, pulling your hand back gently. “Never left.”

“That’s rare. I’ve moved around so much, I barely know where I belong anymore.”

“That doesn’t have to be a bad thing,” you said with a little shrug.

He tilted his head. “Not now that I’m here. I didn’t know small towns came with girls like you.”

You laughed — half flattered, half unsure how to respond. “Okay. Are you flirting with me, or trying to get to calculus?”

“Can’t it be both?”

You were about to fire back when movement behind him caught your eye. Two familiar idiots — Scott and Stiles — waving at you wildly from across the hall.

“Oh, crap,” you mumbled. “I gotta go. Your class is straight down this hallway, turn right, first door on the left. Bye!”

You hurried past Aiden, heart still thudding a little faster than you liked.

-

The loft was quiet when you arrived — but it wasn’t calm.

Isaac sat on the couch, shoulders shaking, wrapped in a blanket. His face was pale, eyes wide. Peter lounged nearby, picking at invisible lint on his shirt. Derek stood with his back to you, tense, arms folded, staring out the window.

“You’re late,” Derek said without turning.

“We got caught up,” Scott replied.

“Someone got caught up,” Stiles muttered, side-eyeing you.

You smacked his arm. “You couldn’t start the Jeep.”

You stepped past the boys and moved toward Derek, lowering your voice. “It wasn’t my fault.”

He looked at you then, over his shoulder. His eyes softened and then, for just a second, he smiled at you. “No, you just delayed us twenty minutes flirting with the new guy,” Scott said behind you.

You froze. Derek’s gaze shifted. Sharpened. Smile completely gone as if it was never there.

“Flirting?” he said, voice flat.

You turned fully to face him. “He asked where his class was.”

Scott lifted a hand in mock defense. “‘I didn’t know small towns had such pretty girls.’”

“Oh my god, please shut up,” you groaned, covering your face with both hands.

Peter smirked. “You’re at a disadvantage,” he muttered to Derek, watching the tension like it was a soap opera.

Derek didn’t take the bait. He just looked at you. Not angry. Just... unreadable.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you mumbled. “I didn’t know we were supposed to come right away.”

He blinked once, and the moment passed. “Let’s get back to the point.”

NOSY

The loft was warm with late sun pouring through the huge windows, casting golden shadows across the floor. You pushed open the door with your hip, holding a bottle of peach iced tea in one hand and your phone in the other. Derek had told you to stop by earlier in the day, said something vague about “going over some things.” You knew what that meant.

Training. Again.

You liked the loft. It was always a little too quiet, a little too dark, but it smelled like old books, pine, and leather. Derek’s jacket was still draped over the back of the couch. Music played softly from an old stereo in the corner—something moody and instrumental. You walked in like you owned the place, because honestly, by now, you sort of did.

Peter was stretched across the couch like an annoying cat, one leg propped up on the armrest, flipping through some magazine you were almost certain didn’t belong to him.

“Oh, look who’s here,” Peter said without glancing up. “The sugar-powered prodigy herself.”

“Hi, Peter,” you said flatly, walking right past him.

“You’re late,” came Derek’s voice from the spiral staircase.

You looked up. He stood a few steps from the top, dressed in his usual black T-shirt and jeans, hair tousled, gaze intense. Why was he always brooding like he was posing for a Calvin Klein ad?

“I wasn’t aware we had a schedule,” you said, pulling off your jacket and dropping it onto a nearby chair.

“You said ‘around five.’ It’s five-thirty.”

“You’ll survive,” you replied, flashing him a grin.

The next hour was spent doing what you liked least: arguing.

“I’m telling you, I don’t need to learn how to fight,” you huffed, arms crossed as you stood in the open space near the kitchen. “My powers are more than enough.”

Derek paced slowly around you like he was circling prey. “While I’d love to be there every second to protect you,” he said, tone pointed, “there might come a time when I’m not.”

You rolled your eyes. “I could literally fling you through the wall with a single thought, Hale.”

“That’s cute,” Peter chimed in, still from the couch.

Derek ignored him. “You’re just learning how to use your powers. You don’t really know what you’re capable of. And that makes you vulnerable.”

You stepped forward, chin tilted high. “You’re acting like I’m helpless. Like I’m someone who needs to be babysat.”

He didn’t back away. In fact, he stepped closer. “No. I’m acting like someone who doesn’t want to watch you get hurt because you were overconfident.”

You opened your mouth to fire back, but—

Bzzz bzzz.

Your phone lit up in your hand. Unknown number.

“One sec,” you muttered, walking a few paces away as Derek’s jaw flexed. He didn’t like being interrupted, and he definitely didn’t like you being interrupted.

You swiped to answer, turning your back to him.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Sage?”

Aiden. You straightened instinctively. “Oh. Hi, yeah.”

“I was wondering… would you want to maybe get coffee? Like, now?”

Your pulse skipped. “Now?” you repeated.

“If that’s okay.”

You hesitated. Glanced back toward Derek, who was very clearly not pretending not to listen.

“Sure,” you said, your voice a little too light. “You mean the place downtown?”

“Yeah. Ten minutes?”

“Perfect. See you there.”

You hung up slowly, face warming.

Behind you, the tension in the room had shifted dramatically. You didn’t even need supernatural senses to feel it.

“Sorry, Der,” you said, already moving toward your jacket. “I have to go.”

“Where exactly are you going?” he asked, arms folded tightly across his chest. “I thought you were staying.”

You hesitated by the door, forcing your expression into something innocent. “A friend called. Emergency. Girl stuff. But I can come back tomorrow. I promise I’ll stay the whole day.”

Derek stepped closer. Much closer. He wasn’t angry—not in the usual explosive way. But something about the way he moved made your throat dry up. He stopped just inches from you, so close you could feel the heat off his chest.

“Girls’ emergency,” he said, voice low.

“Yes,” you whispered, suddenly very aware of how small the space between you was. “Incredibly urgent.”

His eyes didn’t leave yours. He stared at you like he could see straight through the lie. Your heart thudded hard in your chest, and your fingers curled slightly around the hem of your jacket.

And then—without a word—he stepped away. He didn’t look at you again. Just turned and walked toward the stairs, every muscle in his back tight.

You opened your mouth to say something—anything—but he was already halfway up to his room.

Peter, who had watched the entire exchange like it was a soap opera, let out a delighted sigh.

“Little liar,” he said, raising his glass of water like it was champagne. “I like you even more now.”

You rolled your eyes, cheeks on fire, and slammed the loft door a little harder than necessary behind you.

YOU LIAR! YOU NOSY!

The café was dimly lit and mostly empty, save for a couple of college kids in the corner and the bored barista scrolling on her phone behind the counter. Warm fairy lights framed the front windows, their golden glow washing over the small table where you sat across from Aiden.

You stirred your iced coffee absently, watching him as he talked. He was charming in a way that felt rehearsed but effective—effortless smirks, confident eye contact, just enough mystery behind his words to make it feel intentional.

“You know,” he said, leaning forward slightly, “you don’t look like you belong in a place like Beacon Hills.”

You quirked a brow. “And what does someone like me look like?”

“Like you belong somewhere bigger. Flashier. Maybe where the coffee doesn’t taste like regret.”

You laughed softly, sipping from your straw. “It’s not that bad.”

He leaned in even closer now. “Still. You’re definitely too pretty"

You blinked at the word. “So… you’re not pretending anymore?”

He just smirked. “I think we’re past pretending.”

Your heart fluttered in a weird, confused way. You weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline of being flirted with by an attractive (and admittedly bold)… or the strange pit of guilt forming in your stomach.

Just as Aiden’s hand brushed against yours on the table, his head tilted slightly, eyes flicking toward your lips—about to kiss you—

The front door swung open so hard it slammed against the wall.

“Really?” came a sharp voice.

Your head snapped up.

Derek.

In full storm mode.

He didn’t hesitate. He crossed the café in seconds, stepped right between you and Aiden without so much as a glance at the table, and shoved Aiden backward with one hand against his chest.

You gasped. “Derek?!”

Aiden stumbled slightly but caught his footing, laughing as he lifted his hands. “Whoa. Easy.”

“Stay away from her,” Derek snapped, voice low and dangerous, and—

His eyes flashed red.

Aiden only smirked wider. “I wasn’t going to bite her…” he said smoothly, then added with a wink at you, “Not unless she asked to.”

You blinked. “Oh my god.”

Derek stepped forward, fists clenched, growl building in his throat.

“You can’t always protect her, Hale,” Aiden added, smug, knowing exactly what buttons he was pressing.

Derek lunged.

But before he could touch him again, you moved—instinctively, grabbing Derek’s arm from behind, pulling him back, your hands tight around his bicep.

“Derek, stop! What the hell is going on?!”

He was shaking with fury under your hands. His jaw locked, chest heaving. You’d seen him angry before—but this? This was different.

Aiden gave you a cocky little salute. “See you around, Sage.”

And with that, he sauntered out of the café, like he hadn’t just almost gotten mauled in front of the espresso machine.

You turned to Derek, still holding his arm. “What the hell was that?”

His jaw clicked. “He’s part of the alpha pack.”

You froze. “What?”

“He and his brother—they’re both part of it. They’re not just new kids. They’re dangerous. Manipulative. They’re hunting us.”

The information hit you hard—but it wasn’t what you were expecting to hear. Your hand dropped from his arm slowly.

“Oh,” you said after a beat, trying not to sound too disappointed. “Well… damn. He was cute.”

Derek tensed like you’d slapped him. He turned slowly, eyes narrowing.

“You lied to me.”

You blinked. “What?”

“You told me it was a girl emergency.”

Your heart sank. “Okay—yes, I lied. I’m sorry. But you wouldn’t have let me go, and I needed to get out. It wasn’t that big of a deal—”

“Of course I wouldn’t have let you go,” he snapped. “You don’t know them. You don’t know what they’re capable of.”

“I’m not some helpless child, Derek.”

“No,” he said, voice quieter now, angrier in a different way. “But you’re also not invincible. And this is exactly why you need to train. You’re not ready.”

You crossed your arms, stepping away from him, frustration bubbling in your chest. “Why does it bother you so much that I missed one day of training? One day, Derek. I train every day with you. Every day. And I already said I was sorry.”

He didn’t answer, not right away.

So you pressed, squinting at him. “Wait… how did you even know where I was?”

He stiffened.

“Derek.”

Still nothing.

Your eyes widened. “You heard my call?!”

He looked vaguely toward the counter, anywhere but your face.

“You were eavesdropping! You’re a nosy wolf!”

“That’s not the point.”

“Oh, it is the point!”

“You lied to me.”

You groaned, running a hand down your face. “You know what? I did. I lied. And you know what else? You followed me. Stalked me. So maybe we’re even.”

Derek’s silence was thunderous. His hands flexed at his sides, and you realized he was trying very hard not to say something he’d regret.

You exhaled loudly, finally letting the tension fall out of your shoulders. You didn’t want to keep fighting him. You were still confused, still trying to sort out why he was so mad.

You stepped toward the door, assuming he was taking you back to Scott’s.

But he wasn’t following.

You turned around. “Aren’t we leaving?”

“We are.”

“…To Scott’s?”

“No.”

You frowned. “Then where?”

He finally looked at you again, voice dark. “The loft.”

You blinked. “What? Why?”

“Because I’m not leaving you alone. Not when he’s behind you like that. Not for a second.”

You stared at him, caught off guard by the fierce protectiveness in his voice. The heat behind it. It wasn’t just duty. It was personal.

You swallowed hard, nodded once, and followed him out.

And the whole way to the loft, you couldn’t stop thinking about how close he’d gotten. How tightly he’d clenched his fists. How red his eyes had glowed the second Aiden had looked at you like that.

And somewhere inside your chest, something fluttered and ached at the same time.

PLAY PRETEND

You were at your locker, halfway through switching your calculus book for your lit folder, when it hit you—the prickling weight of someone watching you.

That sensation along the back of your neck.

You glanced over your shoulder.

The hallway was full of movement—students rushing to beat the bell—but no one was looking directly at you.

Still, you felt it.

Then the bell rang.

The crowd thinned.

And before you could even close your locker—

“Hey, stranger,” came a voice.

Aiden.

You tensed immediately. Your hand froze mid-motion on your locker door. Slowly, you turned your head. He was standing right beside you, that infuriatingly charming smile plastered across his face like nothing had ever happened.

“What do you want?” you asked flatly, trying to ignore the way your heart jumped in your chest. Not because you were happy to see him. But because, despite everything, he was still painfully attractive—and dangerously persuasive.

“Oh, come on,” he said, stepping closer. “You’re not really gonna let one little fight ruin the beautiful friendship we were building, are you?”

He leaned against the locker beside yours, his voice dropping. “We had something good, didn’t we? Maybe even more…”

Your back hit the metal behind you as he invaded your space. His presence was bold—too bold—and yet he moved like it was natural, like he already belonged there.

“Stop flirting with me,” you said, voice low and defensive. It sounded more like a plea than a demand.

But he didn’t flinch. “Don’t listen to Derek,” Aiden said, stepping even closer, his tone softening as if it would make his words easier to swallow. “Whatever he told you, whatever story he spun, it’s not the full truth. I’m not the enemy here.”

You narrowed your eyes, heart thudding a little faster. “Derek didn’t tell me anything. But your red glowing eyes and smug attitude kind of gave it away.”

He smiled. “So you know now.”

“I know enough.”

“Then you should know I’m not here to hurt you,” he said, lowering his voice and glancing down at your lips. “I’m here because I want to see you again. Go out with me. Just once. No lies. No Derek. Just you and me.”

You opened your mouth. Then closed it. Why was he making it hard to say no?

You weren’t thinking about accepting—not even for a second. You knew what he was. You knew it was wrong. But still… no one had ever looked at you like this before. Like they wanted you. Like they were dying to be near you.

Your voice slipped out before you could stop it.

“Of course the first hot guy to ever ask me out turns out to be a murderous lunatic.”

His smirk faltered for just a second.

“Sorry,” you added quickly, grabbing your books. “I have to go.”

You turned and bolted down the hallway toward class, heart still pounding. You didn’t even look back.

Not even when you felt him still watching.

Your lit teacher was halfway through analyzing a paragraph from Wuthering Heights when the door slammed open.

BANG.

Every head turned.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Derek.

Standing in the doorway. Handsome. Wild. Intense.

His leather jacket shifted with the rise and fall of his chest. His jaw was locked, brows furrowed, eyes scanning the room until they landed on you.

“Let’s go,” he said, his voice low, commanding.

Whispers exploded around you. Someone gasped.

“Is that Derek Hale?”

“Oh my god, why is he here?”

“Are they dating?”

“Holy shit, he’s hot.”

You sank lower into your chair, mortified. “Derek, what are you doing?!”

He didn’t answer. He was already striding toward you, ignoring your teacher’s confused protests.

“Mr. Hale—sir—this is a classroom—”

Derek didn’t even blink. He reached your desk, grabbed your hand, and pulled you out of your seat in one smooth, forceful motion.

“Derek, seriously—!” you yelped, stumbling after him.

The entire class fell silent.

He dragged you into the hallway, closing the door behind you.

“Have you completely lost your mind?!” you hissed, yanking your arm free. “You can’t just kidnap me in the middle of English!”

“Did you talk to Aiden again?” he demanded, ignoring everything.

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“I felt it,” he said, stepping closer. “Your heartbeat. It spiked.”

“It wasn’t even a full minute. And he came up to me. I didn’t say yes to anything.”

Derek’s jaw clenched. “But you didn’t say no.”

You stared. “Wait… were you spying on me again?!”

“I’m not spying on you, I’m watching out for you.”

You stepped back, exasperated. “You’re unbelievable—”

He cut you off with a kiss.

No warning. No hesitation.

Just fire.

His lips crashed into yours, his hands finding your waist as your back slammed lightly into the lockers. You gasped against his mouth, the noise swallowed by his kiss as your fingers shot up to his neck, tangling in his hair, holding him to you like your body had been waiting for this.

The kiss was everything—hot, possessive, desperate. Like he’d been holding back for weeks and finally snapped. His body pressed against yours, heat blooming between you. You kissed him back just as fiercely, your legs shaking as his fingers gripped your hips like he wasn’t planning to let go.

When he finally pulled back, you were breathless.

“What the hell was that?” you whispered, lips swollen, heart pounding like thunder in your ears.

Derek’s eyes were hooded, dark. “Don’t even think about going on that date.”

You stared at him, lips parted, dazed. “You’re not going to leave me alone, are you?”

His mouth curved into a dark smile. “Nope.”

“You’re not going to stop stalking me?”

“Definitely not.”

You laughed—nervous, breathless. “You’re insane.”

“You won’t even have the strength to get out of bed,” he growled in your ear.

Your face flushed a deep red.

You didn’t argue.

The second the door closed behind you, you were in his arms again.

Every step forward was another feverish kiss. He backed you up against the nearest wall, mouth on yours, hands lifting you effortlessly off the floor. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively.

You whimpered into his mouth. “You’ve been dying to do this, haven’t you?”

He growled low, biting softly at your lower lip. “You have no idea.”

Your jacket fell to the floor. His shirt joined it.

And just when he reached the bottom of the stairs—

“Oh, come on,” came Peter’s voice from the couch.

You froze.

Derek didn’t.

“Remember I live here too,” Peter muttered, rolling his eyes.

Derek didn’t even glance at him. “Get out.”

“I was here first.”

“Peter.”

You were trying to look anywhere but at Peter.

“Fine. I’ll go find something better to do than listen to you two claw each other to death.”

He vanished out the door.

Derek didn’t waste a second. His hands slid back under your thighs, lifting you again, carrying you straight up the stairs to his room like it was the only place in the world that mattered.

And in that moment… it was.

[mayfieldss]

exploring the woods with stiles...

requested here!

Stumbling through the dark, you wondered if this was really a good idea. When Stiles had asked if you wanted to hang out tonight, you had dropped everything for the brown eyed boy, hoping that maybe tonight would be the night you could confess your feelings. You like him, maybe always have, and over the last month you've been getting mixed signals. Ones that suggest the Stilinski boy might finally be over Lydia, and just maybe, might be into you.

But after the fourth tree root trips you up, your brain starts to tell you maybe this isn't worth it.

"What are we here for?" you mumble into the darkness, Stiles somewhere off to the left of you, having the time of his life.

"We're exploring! You know, like in the old movies." you hear him stumble, and stifle a laugh. At least you’re not the only one finding it hard to wander around.

"I like exploring better when I can actually see where I'm going." you joke, and you can hear Stiles make his way closer to you in the darkness. At least you hope it's him. You really can't see anything.

A beam of light shoots down at your sneakers then, and your eyes flick to the source of it—a torch in Stiles’ hands.

"You had a torch this whole time?" Your voice echoes in the dark and quiet woods, and Stiles shrugs, now softly illuminated.

"Sorry, I just thought the dark made things more interesting." He's got a gentle, boyish smile, and you forgive him instantly. You always do.

"More cinematic?" you offer, and Stiles winks at you.

"Exactly. But I don't want you breaking an ankle on my watch so," He extends the torch triumphantly and you take it from his grasp.

"Thank you for your generous thought."

Stiles grins at you then, and if it weren't so dark, you could have sworn a blush was clinging to his neck and cheeks. You're not sure if he likes you back, but it's small moments like these, ones where his hand brushes against yours as you walk side by side, moments where he doesn't pull away and instead moves half an inch closer, that make you think he could feel the same. But it's not enough to know for sure. So you have to ask, and that is terrifying.

"So," you break the falling silence before it can reach your feet. "what are we looking for Stilinski? All explorers are looking for something."

He thinks his over, squinting when you point the torch's bright beam in his direction. "We, are looking for..." he pauses but you know he's got nothing. You can hear it in the quiet. It's not a silence for dramatic effect but rather one of someone who doesn't know what to say next. Eventually, he confesses.

"Yeah, I don't know."

"Okay, how about we look for animals?" You offer up the idea and Stiles frowns skeptically. "you know, like owls and things. We can look for them in the trees." You point the torch upward, and the light acts like a beacon, disappearing into the infinity of black once it gets too high.

Stiles is looking at you now with something you're not sure how to describe. It's not wonder exactly, but it's something close to it. "Okay, we can do that." His voice sounds far away, but he's agreed, and you need something to look at other than him before it breaks you.

"Okay," You drop your voice to a whisper "what are you gonna look for?" You're trying to think up animals to find in these woods, but they're almost lost on you. You think you're just going to look for owls. It's the first thought you had anyway, and you cast your eyes to the trees. Stiles is silent beside you, and then he says.

"Not sure, I'll think of something." Because he always does, think of something. That's how he is, and always has been.

After about ten minutes of quiet, almost unbearable quiet, Stiles grabs your hand. You stop in your tracks, stunned by him, but he is looking up, at the trees a few meters away. "found one." He whispers, breath hot with him so close to you.

"One what?" you breathe back, your words causing small clouds in front of you.

"An owl." He points toward one of the further trees, and then you see it. A pristine white owl, perched on an almost barren branch. His wings pulled in and chest puffed out with the cold.

"He's cute." You manage to say, thoughts still spinning with Stiles' hand in your own. An involuntary shiver runs through you and Stiles turns to look your way, face closer to yours than it's ever been.

"Are you cold?" he asks, but he's already shrugging off his jacket before you can answer. Because of course he is. That's one of the reasons you like him.

"Thanks." You mumble, as he puts it over your shoulders, and you slip your arms into the sleeves. It smells like him, like pine and mint and boy.

"Oh, um, yeah sorry."

You look at him eyes wide with horror then, because you must have just done the unthinkable.

"Did I just say that out loud?" you're mortified, and your stomach churns with shame as Stiles nods.

"Yeah, but in your defense, pine and mint doesn't sound like an insult. Not so sure about boy, though."

Hiding your face in your hands is the only thing you can think of to do, pulling them down over your eyes and mouth hard so that the skin stretches with the tension. "I am so sorry, and no it wasn't meant as an insult, you smell good, the jacket smells good, boy is good—i mean sometimes it's not—but this is good." you are rambling. you are a mess. you have fucked this up.

There's silence, dead silence. Not even the owl on it's branch dares to hoot. Like it's embarrassed for you. And then Stiles says something unexpected. He's looking right at you, frowning somewhat, as if he doesn't know why he's here and he's doing this and he's doing it now.

"I like you." He says, the thought echoing. "I like you a lot."

And the anxious pump of your heart switches to a different tune. Beating faster, but for reasons other than embarrassment, and shame. Beating faster because, thank god, he likes you back.

"Cool," you can't think of what else to say, and then instantly the thought occurs to you. The obvious answer. You say, "I like you too. A lot."

And in the light of the torch, Stiles smiles.

-

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[natsvenom]

Hello! I'm new on your blog and I was wondering if you could do a Derek Hale x reader. Where reader and Derek have a child who is learning how to talk so when the child call for reader they make kissing faces because the child always saw their dad kissing their mom and one day where the pack come to Derek's loft for whatever reason and when the child saw stiles they growl or say wolf ( because they always hear stiles say sourwolf) and when the child see Peter they just hit or try to bite Peter when he takes them in his arms. Just something domestic, a little bit chaotic and fluff please.

Of course! I tried my best with this one, but I'm not really sure how it came out, so let me know if you like it! | @@bakakara666

Snuggles & Snarles | Derek Hale x Reader

Summary: The pack comes over to see your son, Eli, and things get a little chaotic.

Warnings: None! Just fluff <3

Requested: Yes | No

Chaos was not an uncommon visitor in Beacon Hills. Usually, you were used to the common threat of some unknown supernatural creature trying to kill you and your friends. Luckily this time, the only chaos you had to put up with was the babbled attempts of speech from your baby boy, Eli.

The whole pack was gathered at the loft, paying extra attention to Eli. They claimed they had come to see you and Derek, but you both knew the truth. Ever since you two welcomed Eli into your home, the pack had been over almost daily. You couldn’t blame them though, your son was adorable.

Scott and Stiles were sitting on the floor, saying random words to Eli in a baby voice to get him to speak. Eli had stumbled on his feet, toddling over to you, putting his hands in the air for you to pick him up.

“Traitor,” Stiles mumbled, pouting and crossing his arms over his chest like a child. Scott smiled, admiring how much your son had loved you.

“Hi, baby.” You said softly, picking your son up in your arms. Derek kissed your cheek, causing Eli to giggle. He puckered his lips, making kissy faces at the both of you. Scott and Stiles busted out laughing, finding the whole interaction amusing. Peter even smiled a little bit. As much as a pain in the ass Peter could be, he loved you and Derek a lot, and maybe Eli just a little bit more.

Lydia walked over to the both of you sticking her arms out for Eli. He instantly leaned over, going straight into Lydia’s arms, “Aw, do you love your auntie Lyds? I think you do!” Lydia said in a high-pitched baby voice. Derek rolled his eyes playfully, Lydia was probably the biggest baby hog the world would ever see.

You looked around the loft, smiling to yourself. You loved your chaotic little family and you wouldn’t trade any of them for the world. Derek put his arms around you, pulling you into him. It was moments like these that made everything you had all gone through worth it.

Stiles sat down by Lydia on the couch, pinching Eli’s cheeks. Eli growled at him, causing Stiles to throw his hands up defensively, “He started it.” Stiles said. Eli stuck his tongue out, spitting on Stiles’ face. Stiles had a disgusted look on his face, slowly wiping away the saliva.

“Babies… disgusting.” He muttered.

“Aww, are you disgusting? I don’t think so, Stiles is just a grumpy grouch.” Lydia cooed, bouncing Eli in her arms. Stiles rolled his eyes, looking the other way.

“Yeah, don’t be such a sourwolf Stiles.” You teased, remembering all the times Stiles had said that to Derek. He narrowed his eyes at you, giving you the finger. You sent him a playful smile in return.

“Alright, I think someone wants to see their uncle Peter,” Peter said, snatching Eli out of Lydia’s arms. Lydia scoffed, getting up from her place on the couch to chase Peter down for Eli.

Eli started biting and scratching at Peter, “Looks like someone takes after their father a little too much, huh?” Peter joked, referring to the time Derek had killed Peter by slashing his throat. You shook your head, watching as Peter tried to get Eli to quit biting him.

“Exactly, he doesn’t like you. Now hand him over.” Lydia argued, attempting to take Eli back from Peter.

“He likes me better than you.” Peter scoffed, dodging Lydia’s grabby hands.

Lydia gasped, “He does not!” Lydia protested.

“Put him down and see which one of you he walks to,” Scott suggested.

“Fine,” Peter said, setting Eli down in the middle of the room. Lydia and Peter instantly began calling out for Eli, patting their hands on their knees, signaling for Eli to come to them. Eli looked around the room, slightly confused. He started running in Peter’s direction, his arms in the air.

“Yes! I told you—”

Eli ran straight past Peter and up to Derek, “Dada!” Eli said, grabbing onto his dad’s leg. Derek bent down, picking up Eli into his arms. Peter looked back, looking at the baby offended.

“Guess we know who his favorite isn’t.” Derek taunted, sending Peter a smirk.

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[Hope this is okay]

Could you do a wee thing about the Teen Wolf guys supporting their [mate/partner/wife/other] giving birth?

Your teen wolf stuff hits me right in the feels and I am thinking of this one a lot lately.

see, this is why I love keeping old requests in my inbox, because then when I am feeling the creative flow for that fandom again, I can just go back to those requests

also, I just picked four of the first guys from the show that came to mind, but please let me know if you want me to talk more about Vernon or Jackson or others. they are underappreciated and I love them too

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How would the Teen Wolf boys help you through giving birth?

Included: Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall, Derek Hale, and Stiles Stilinski.

Warnings: usually I try to do GN!Reader with my reactions, but this one called for Fem!Reader - so the reader uses she/her pronouns and has the ability to get pregnant; obviously, there is mentions of giving birth and the types of medical complications that can come with it (though I purposefully didn't go into too much detail with the unpleasant aspects of giving birth); in every single one of these situations, the reader is dating the specific character and the pregnancy would be due to having sex with them, even if it's not explicitly mentioned; mentions of the reader's stomach 'getting rounder' with the progression of pregnancy, but this isn't meant to indicate that she was previously thin, just a mention of pregnancy causing the stomach to look more filled out; mentions of general Teen Wolf themes like danger, the main characters being targeted by killers, etc.; and I think that's pretty much it for this. This is mostly just fluff about our favourite guys. And like usual with my reaction fics, it's unedited.

A/N: Also I apologize in advance because I kind of went haywire toward the end and just had fun coming up with dramatic situations where someone could give birth. It's the fanfic writer in me - nothing can be peaceful, everything has to have some kind of drama.

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Isaac would be incredibly sweet and attentive.

Isaac is someone who is good under pressure - in fact, because of his (deeply unfortunate) childhood, he genuinely thrives under pressure. He didn't react well when he found out that you were pregnant - at first, he believed that he wouldn't be well suited to being a father, and he genuinely believed that you wouldn't want him to be the father of your baby, so he tried to run from the whole situation for a while.

But once you assured him through love that you knew he would make an amazing father, he had the whole duration of your pregnancy to settle in to the idea of it, and he shifted from skiddish and timid and seemingly constantly terrified to hurt to you to someone who was far more confident as your partner. He turned into a genuine support system.

He became someone who cradled your stomach, constantly had a hand on your back, always ensured the safety of you and your unborn baby - whether it was something as small as you lifting a box or carrying in groceries, he went out of his way to take care of you.

So during your labour, he was nothing short of a servant. He put a cold cloth on your head, made sure you always had water with a straw ready at your lips the moment you turned your head, made your voice was heard so that you got exactly what you wanted and needed. And of course, he was the type of partner to bring you a giant serving of whatever food you were craving that you hadn't been able to have during pregnancy once you had been medically cleared, and he had been assured that everything with you and your new baby was fine.

He would do anything for you, and he had no problem letting everyone around you know that.

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Scott would be a nervous wreck.

Scott is someone who is really unsure and when he has time to think about things too much, he begins to panic. So him having multiple months to think about everything that could go wrong with your pregnancy would just mean that he has multiple months to panic about it. He is excited to be a father, yes - but he is also absolutely terrified about it.

So when you called him and told him to rush to the hospital because you had gone into labour, Scott found himself stalled. He rushed to the hospital, found out what room you were in, and then - for some idiotic reason - found himself stuck in the hallway. His brain was desperate for ways to cope, and as he sat on a plastic chair outside of your room, bouncing his knee, he kept thinking about the fact that if he didn't go inside your room, then nothing could go wrong. At the very least, he wouldn't know it if anything went wrong.

But eventually, his mother came out - looking to get you a cup of water - and she gave him a harsh, disapproving glare when she found him sitting there when you had complaining that he had been late and not answering his phone. And after a stern talk where she told him that it didn't matter if he was scared, parents have to push down their fear and just do it anyway (because that's what she had been doing for him during his whole life) - he finally stepped through the threshold and found you sitting on the bed.

You were in some pain, but otherwise - perfectly fine.

And when he held your baby in his arms for the first time, he realized that what his mom said was absolutely true. He would just have to face this like he had faced deadly Alphas and hunters and giant killer lizards - terrified, pretending to be brave, and most of all: with love in his heart reminding him what was most important. He would push past all of his fear because he loved you and your new baby.

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Derek would be incredibly protective.

Right from the moment that you found out you were pregnant, Derek was incredibly protective of you. He was weary of you riding in the car with anyone else driving but him - and in fact, he traded in his Camaro for something with much higher safety ratings, and a roomier backseat so that he could install a highly rated carseat (which looked odd to outsiders when your pregnancy wasn't even showing and you didn't have a baby to put in there, but he wanted to be well prepared). He insisted on preparing all your food himself to make sure it was safe, and any time you slept, he stayed away to keep watch over you.

From the moment he knew you were carrying his baby, he became a slave to his wolfish instincts, needing your safety to be his top priority at all times.

So naturally, this meant that he didn't trust you to be locked up in some hospital to give birth. After a lot of discussion about why it was important to him, you agreed to participate in a ritual that was ingrained into the Hale family for generations - giving birth outside. It was a werewolf thing - the need to commune with nature, especially when a baby's life was just beginning. Derek set up a very nice tent for you, and called upon the Hale family emissary - Deaton - to help you through your birth.

But other than that, he was very strict about who else was allowed to be around, still incredibly protective over you. He held your hand the entire time, coached you through the pain with soothing words and a strong hand on your back. And ultimately, your baby was born under the light of the full moon, the first member of the new generation of a strong Hale family that Derek once believed to be dead.

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Stiles would be an unexpected hero.

Someone who threatened to faint at the sight of blood and once nearly vomited just at the mention of having to amputate Derek's arm during a similar type of medical emergency - he literally became your rock. It was a well known fact that Stiles loved to research, and from the moment that he found out you were pregnant, he had a book in his hands, a highlighter between his teeth as he tried to force himself to remember all the relevant information about breastfeeding, infant neck support, foods that could be harmful to a nursing mother.

And as your stomach grew rounder and your due date drew nearer, something that Stiles grew increasingly obsessed with researching was field deliveries. You had a birth plan in place - you were going to go to the hospital, and Melissa and Stiles were more than prepared to advocate for what you wanted - a drug free, natural delivery with very little medical intervention.

But for some reason, Stiles - every the paranoid one, especially after everything he had been through - was growing increasingly fixated on the idea that you simply wouldn't make it to the hospital once your labour started. So he had to soothe himself by researching stories of babies who had been delivered in the backs of taxis, babies who had been delivered on the side of the road, babies who had been delivered on boats in the middle of the ocean and technically didn't have a legal country of origin.

And he also became increasingly obsessed with researching any possible complications you might have during labour - because he believed that he would have to be the one to deliver your baby. And when you came across him with his laptop open, watching delivery videos again like a how to - you told him that if he didn't stop fixating on this, stressing you out, then you were going to give birth in the middle of the floor.

Little did you know - once again, his intuition had been spot on.

So when you got stuck at The Beacon Hills Animal Clinic - the power knocked out due to a raging thunderstorm, a circle of Mountain Ash that Deaton had put down being the only thing keeping you, Scott, and Stiles from being torn apart by a pack of raging Alphas - and of course, by your luck, just then your water broke and your contractions rocketed forward two minutes apart...

It was then that Stiles stepped up and actually insisted that it was one of the better situations you could have been 'stuck' in. You were surrounded by medical supplies - the Mountain Ash was keeping the Alphas at bay. You had all the time in the world, and all you had to do was trust him. So you held Scott's hand and stared into Stiles's eyes, and he used all of his well researched knowledge to bring your baby safely into the world.

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