#derek hale x yn | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

delusionalwritingsofagay · 17 days ago

Text

Eighteen

Pairing : Derek hale x Male reader (Req) Tags: Established relationship, make out session Word count : 1205

The scent of garlic wafted through the loft, wrapping itself around the thick walls like a warm embrace. Derek had spent his evening cooking unexpectedly for a guy generally known for his brooding silence.

He had never been one for domesticity, far from it, really, but being with (Insert Name) had brought about changes in Derek he couldn’t yet understand. The laughter and easy affection that now filled the loft and Derek’s life from both the pack and (Insert Name) was still foreign to him, but he craved the easiness, the feeling of a pack and family.

(Insert Name) arrived just as Derek had plated the last of their meal. He entered with a twinkle of excitement in his eyes, "What’s cooking?" He asked, shrugging his bag beside the door along with his shoes.

“Not your favourite,” Derek replied with a hint of sarcasm but fond by the slight twitch of his lip, “Just something I whipped up. You know…edible.”

(Insert Name) approached, peering over his shoulder, his hand resting on the small of Derek's back as the younger boy gently nuzzled against daemon throat scent marking him, a common occurrence that happens since they started dating. “I trust you not to kill us!” (Insert Name) took a seat, resting his chin in hand, eyes trained on Derek’s movements.

Derek huffed a fond noise as he set the plates down before his boyfriend, He allowed himself a small smile. Dinner was surprisingly smooth. For the first time in a long time, the brooding weight on Derek’s chest felt lighter.

After they finished eating, Derek ushered (Insert Name) over to the couch, throwing a blanket across their legs. Derek put on an Avengers movie that stiles had been forcing them to watch for pack bonding and to Re-educate Derek on being ‘Normal’ and less broody. They settled into the embrace of the couch, the familiarity coaxing softness into Derek.

(Insert Name) gradually leaned closer, their shoulders brushing against Derek’s. He felt a fluttering in his stomach, a heat radiating from the contact. Whatever self-control he thought he had begun to fray. Eyeing the subtle movements, he could sense the shift.

Derek cupped (Insert Name)’s face, fingers brushing over his jawline, In one fluid motion, (Insert Name) bridged the small gap, pressing his lips against Derek’s. The kiss started gently but quickly grew. Derek’s hands found (Insert Name)’s waist, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss

The moment (Insert Name) pressed his lips against Derek's, the world seemed to slow down. Derek's heart pounded in his chest, a mixture of surprise and sheer delight coursing through his veins. He had been anticipating this moment, craving it, and yet, it still caught him off guard.

His hands, initially cupping (Insert Name)’s face, slid down to grip his waist, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and intense. Derek could feel (Insert Name)’s breath mingling with his own, the taste of their shared meal lingering on their tongues.

The warmth of (Insert Name)’s body against his own was intoxicating, sending waves of heat through Derek. He could feel every inch of (Insert Name)’s body pressing against his, the gentle curves and hard planes fitting together perfectly.

Derek's fingers traced the line of (Insert Name)’s spine, feeling the subtle movements of his back as he arched into the kiss. He lowered his hands to cup (Insert Name)’s ass, pulling him even closer, wanting to feel every part of him

But somewhere, a shadow flickered in Derek’s mind—a reminder of the lines he had drawn for himself. Heat thrummed in his chest, but rationality knotted in his gut. He pulled back, shaking his head slightly, as if to clear the temptation swirling around them. His heart raced not just from their kiss, but from the weight of what came next. “Wait,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

(Insert Name) searched Derek’s face, confusion knitting his brows. “What’s wrong?”

“I… I can’t,” Derek replied, his expression serious. “Not until you turn eighteen.”

“I’m not a kid, Derek,” (Insert Name) protested softly, an edge of frustration in his voice. “We’re together”

“I know that!” Derek exclaimed, his eyes flashing with an intensity that sent a shiver down (Insert Name)’s spine. “But you’re still a minor. I care about you too much to risk pushing you into something you might not be ready for.”

(Insert Name) took a deep breath, trying to comprehend the boundaries Derek was placing. “It’s just a few months! Can’t we—”

Derek shook his head firmly, cutting off (Insert Name)’s protests. “No. We can’t.” His voice was low, but unwavering. “I know you think you’re ready, and maybe you are. But I won’t take that risk. Not with you.”

He reached out, gently cupping (Insert Name)’s cheek, “You mean too much to me to rush this. To risk messing things up between us because we got carried away.”

With a sigh, (Insert Name) leaned his forehead against Derek’s, frustration melting into understanding. “I get it, really. I do.” Silence enveloped them. They stayed like that for a moment, caught in the storm of emotions.

(Insert Name) sighed softly before a thought hit him, Kate Argent, she had preyed on Derek when he was a teenager. She had groomed him, manipulated him into thinking He loved her. And then she... she killed his family "you're not Kate, Derek" he said softly

Derek’s eyes widened at the mention of Kate Argent, a flicker of old pain crossing his features. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “You’re right. I’m not Kate,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. “And I never want to be like her.”

He looked at (Insert Name), his gaze intense and searching. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I’m an adult, and you’re still a minor, I have to be the responsible one here.”

Derek brushed a lock of hair from (Insert Name)’s forehead, his touch gentle and loving. “I care about you too much to let things go too far, too fast. We have time, (Insert Name). We have all the time in the world to explore this, to figure it out together. But not until you’re eighteen. Not until you’re legal, and we can be sure you won’t regret anything.”

(Insert Name) nodded slowly, accepting Derek's words with a soft smile. He understood where Derek was coming from, even if it wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear. He appreciated the sincerity and concern behind Derek's decision. "Okay," he said softly, leaning into Derek's touch.

(Insert Name)’s acceptance warmed Derek, a sense of relief washing over him. He could see the understanding in (Insert Name)’s eyes, and it eased some of the tension that had taken root in his shoulders.

“Thank you,” Derek whispered, his thumb tracing (Insert Name)’s cheekbone gently. “For understanding.”

(Insert Name) offered a reassuring smile, his eyes softening. “I don’t have to like it, but I do understand it.” (Insert Name) shifted and settled back deeper into the couch, letting the warmth of Derek’s presence soothe him. Turning back to the now-forgotten movie, Derek wrapped his arms around (Insert Name) tightly and pressed a kiss to his head.

#x male reader #lgbtq #x male!reader #teenwolf x reader #teenwolf x male reader #derek hale x male reader #derek hale #teenwolf x yn

181 notes · View notes

renjunniex · 1 year ago

Text

Thank You, For Being You

Isaac Lahey x Fem! Reader Series

Ice Pick

Prompt: You haven’t seen Isaac since that night and it’s been effecting you more than you care to admit. However, after finding out Derek is turning teenagers, you have more dangerous things to worry about.

a/n: So i don’t think there’s gonna be a lot of issac and y/n in this chapter :(( but i hope you guys still find it enjoyable! I really love writing her friendship between Scott and Stiles. I know we've seen a lot of the bond between Stiles and y/n so im excited to add more to the bond of Scott and y/n this time!

*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧

It’s been a little while since that night on the full moon, you haven’t seen Isaac or Derek so you couldn’t even ask the so called ‘sour wolf’ on whether Isaac was okay or not. You finally told Scott about what happened on the field that day and it was nice for you two just to talk about everything. Everything ended up including how you felt about Isaac, which was definitely embarrassing to come clean about. You still remember the slight tear that had traveled down your face as Scott held your hand. Scott had made it clear that everything was okay and when you saw Isaac again, you would be able to talk to him about everything for real.

To say you dwelled on it the last few days would be an understatement, it plagued your mind every second of everyday. Where was he? Was he okay? Was he mad at you?

You grumbled in frustration, giving your cheeks slight taps, you could worry some more later. Right now, you would just let yourself be entertained by Allison dominating Scott at the rock climb.

“For a werewolf, he’s really bad at this,” you said, looking at Stiles.

He laughed, “Yeah, at this rate, I could beat him.”

“Okay, don’t get too ahead of yourself, you can’t even beat me.” Stiles looked at you, “Uh yeah, that’s because you cheat,” he sassed back.

“How do you cheat at rock climb,” you exclaimed.

Stiles folded his arms, “You just do,” by now Scott had joined the two of you along with Allison, “Alright you two, chill out.” You pointed at Stiles accusingly, “He started it!” The boy gasped in horror as if the accusation had pierced him but before he could make a comeback, Coach had already called for him.

“Alright, next two! Stilinski, Erica, let’s go!”

Your expression dropped, Erica was called. The poor girl was never good at these types of things, not to mention, you could tell she struggled with being in front of other people. It didn’t help that half the school took any opportunity to laugh at her. In the end, you did truly feel bad for her, you tried to reach out but every try was a failure. She would get these big ‘deer stuck in headlights’ eyes and stutter off an apology before escaping through to the nearest door.

Your attention went to the two of them as they started to make their way up the wall. Stiles surprisingly made his way up and down pretty fast, he whipped around when he hit the ground to send you a smug grin. Erica on the other hand, barely made it off the ground before she had started to hyperventilate.

“Erica, you dizzy? Is it vertigo?” You gave Coach a confused look at the suggestion and you weren’t the only one.

“Vertigo’s a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear. She’s just freaking out.” Lydia explained with a roll of her eyes. Everyone continued to look up at Erica.

“I’m fine,” she called out.

“Coach, maybe it’s not safe,” Allison voiced her concern, “you know she’s epileptic.” Coach’s head snapped towards her in shock, “Why doesn’t anybody tell me this stuff?” You raised an eyebrow at him, “It would be in her file.” He waved you off before going back to Erica.

“Erica, you’re fine. Just kick off from the wall,” he explained slowly, “there’s a mat to catch you.” She nodded ever so slightly before slowly separating from the wall and gliding down towards the mat. Coach supported her weight as she regained her balance. “You’re alright, shake it off,” he said lightly. You had reached out to take her hand but she had already started making her way through the crowd. You could tell she was embarrassed. How could she not be? Half the class was chuckling at her misfortune like it was some kind of comedy show. Walking up to Scott, your eyes kept burning into her back, making sure she was physically okay.

“They’re all such jackasses,” you remarked. Scott’s attention was now on you, he agreed before his shoulders dropped in concern.

Soon enough class was over, you were in the girl’s locker room when you felt your eyes glow. You hid your face from the rest of the girls but Allison must have seen because her hand was on your shoulder in a second, “Y/N what’s wrong?” Shaking your head, you shrugged her hand off slightly. “I don’t know, probably nothing, I still haven’t really learned to control it,” you suggested. It convinced the dark haired girl enough because she turned back to her gym locker to continue what she was previously doing. You did as well, opening your locker you looked in the small mirror you had attached to the door. Examining your face slightly, your eyes glowed once more, this time something in your mind snapped. You flung your body around, staring at the door.

“Erica.”

Allison looked at you once more, “What?” She questioned. She never got an answer, you had already sprinted out the door. Allison called for you, following you down the hallway.

“Scott!” You screamed noticing his figure just barely before he disappeared into the dark gym. You followed him, feet slamming heavily on the gym floor. The sound of others rushing towards you guys could be heard as Scott caught Erica just before she hit the ground and you reached her as well, supporting her weight to the best of your ability. She had starting seizing, shaking uncontrollably in Scott’s arms.

“Set her on the ground,” you urged, Scott nodded and hurriedly placed her on the floor as gentle as he could. By now others had joined you, including Allison and Stiles both with worried expressions. “Put her on her side. Put her on her side,” Allison repeated. She looked at both of you, “How’d you guys know?”

The two of you made eye contact both shrugging, “I just felt it,” Scott said and you nodded.

“Boyd.”

It was the next day, in the cafeteria and right now your time was being occupied by Stiles. He had dragged you with him to talk to Boyd, another kid in your class who worked at the ice rink. Currently said spastic boy was trying to get the keys to the rink from Boyd. However, things weren’t going as planned.

“You got the keys?” Stiles asked his body turned half away facing towards the windows of the cafeteria. Boyd stuck his hand out keys dangling making Stiles smile. He grasped the keys from the boy’s hand but to no avail Boyd didn’t release his grip. Confused Stiles tugged again. No progress.

“This isn’t a favor. It’s a transaction,” Boyd reminded.

“Right, yeah,” Stiles replied retrieving his wallet from his pocket, “Absolutely,” he placed a twenty dollar bill on the table. Boyd gave nothing but an unimpressed look, “I said fifty.”

“Really-,” stuttered back Stiles, “I remember twenty. I don’t know. I have a really good verbal memory. And I remember twenty. I remember that distinctive ‘twa’ sound. Twa-enty.” Boyd cut him off, “I said fifty,” he said firmly.

“With a ‘fa’ sound. Hear the difference? If you can’t, I can demonstrate some other words with the ‘fa’ sound.”

Your head rolled from side to side, “Yes trust me, he remembers,” you concluded with annoyance. You didn’t even care if you actually got the keys or not. You didn’t even want to go, well not now, you did before. Before Stiles had invited Lydia at least. You didn’t mind the red haired girl, or you didn’t hate her that is, but Scott had also invited Allison before hand. Originally, it was just meant to be your four meaning Stiles and you were gonna be the other pair since no doubt Allison and Scott were gonna have one another’s attention. Now that Lydia was invited, you were for sure gonna be the one left out. You weren’t angry at either of the boys or girls, just a little bummed that one of your favorite activities was now going to cause you to be an awkward fifth wheel.

Stiles blinked rapidly, “No, no, no. I think I’m recalling it now. Maybe I just got it confused with forty.” He slowly placed another twenty on the table. You could practically feel your eyes roll into the back of your head ‘this was getting to be too idiotic’ you thought. Boyd stayed silence, slowly putting a Dorito in his mouth causing you to snort. Boyd smirked pushing the bag towards you and you gladly took one. Giving him a slight nod, you leaned back in your chair to finish watching the train wreck in front of you. Stiles let out a defeated huff, “Come on, man, have you seen the piece of crap Jeep that I drive?”

“Have you seen the piece of crap bus that I take,” Boyd countered effortlessly.

You reached into your bag and quickly grabbed a ten dollar bill from the side pocket, “Here, I’m growing bored of this back and forth your trying to pull with him,” you said to Stiles sliding the cash across the table. Boyd smiled wide, reaching out once more keys in hand, this time Stiles needed no effort to take them from his hand. Cocking an eyebrow over at you he stood from his seat, “What’s your problem?”

“Sorry, I’m not exactly excited to be a fifth wheel,” you snarked before looking back at Boyd, “Thank you, you’re the best. Sorry about him.” The boy acknowledged your statement before returning to his act of eating.

“What do you mean ‘fifth wheel’,” Stiles questioned confused. You scoffed at him, “I mean exactly what I said,” you gestured your hand back towards your usual table, “you invited Lydia. Scott, Allison, Lydia, you,” you counted on your hand then motioned to yourself, “Fifth wheel.”

He mocked your scoff, “Oh, please, you’re not going to be a fifth wheel.” He wrapped his arm around you, “You’re our girl, you know that. We’re never just gonna leave you out.” You rolled your eyes, “Maybe not intentionally but Scott’s like a lost puppy dog around Allison and you’re no better when it comes to Lydia.” You saw a slight smirk rise onto the boy’s face, he tilted his head towards you, “We’ll if you’re that jealous we could always invite Jackson to keep you company.”

Disgusted, you made a face, “Ew gross, I wouldn’t be caught dead hanging out with Jackson especially not by choice.” He hummed, “You’re not denying that you’re jealous.”

You jabbed his gut causing him to recoil slightly, “I’m not jealous. Why is that even the first thing that comes to your mind? What, are you trying to make me jealous, Stilinski? Have all these years you harbored a crush on me, huh?” You teased, “Are you in love with me, Stiles?” He jumped back, “Don’t you even start with me, no, to all of that,” he waved his hands motioning to your figure.

“Wow didn’t realize I was that ugly,” by now you had reached where Scott was sitting, taking his apple you bit into while you listened to Stiles ramble, “THAT is NOT what I meant and you know it.” You assumed Scott had been listening in on the whole discussion since he was wearing an amuse look on his face. Stiles had sat across from you two, pointing at you like a disappointed parent, “Got em’,” he finally concluded placing the keys onto the table, “Pick you up right after work tonight and we’ll meet at the rink, cool?” Scott’s attention was already caught somewhere else and so was yours.

As if it was a whole different person, Erica strutted through the cafeteria wearing an outfit you would’ve never even considered that she owned. Her hair was done and her makeup as well. She made her way to a table where sat two random boys as she reached over and grabbed one of their apples, biting into it. Her dark red lipstick smeared slightly and she wasted no time wiping it away with a sultry smirk.

“What,” Lydia had joined her hands lightly slapping on your table, “the holy hell is that?”

“It’s Erica.”

You three never even had to look at each other before you dashed into the hallway together, jumping down the stairs and out the doors you find her once more but this time she was with someone. Derek. She was getting into Derek’s car, staring you down as if she was some kind of Bond villain. Once she was fully in the car, Derek sped away. You and Stiles both just sighed as your shoulders dropped, while Scott’s jaw tighten.

“Well now there’s three,” you remarked monotonously.

After school you had joined Scott at his work. While you didn’t work there, you often joined him on his shifts, thankfully early on Scott had gotten Deaton (his boss) to agree to it. Provided that you of course didn’t mess with anything, which you never did. It was just a great way to make sure Scott’s homework would actually get finished, plus it gave you somewhere to be instead of just home alone.

When Peter was alive, Scott had gotten shot and Deaton had taken care of it, he had also kept Peter from taking Scott. To this day you and Scott still don’t understand what exactly happened. How exactly Deaton knows about how to heal Scott. Actually, when you found out that Deaton knew something about the supernatural, he was your first choice to ask about what’s going on with you. You just never found a good time to ask, hence why you ended up asking Derek. Scott has also been trying to have a talk with Deaton about everything, which is where you are right now.

“Hey Doc.”

Deaton turned to face Scott. “When are we gonna talk about… the thing that we never got a chance to talk about?”

“Ah, yes. We never did get a chance to talk about that, did we?” You perked up, trying to listen to the quiet conversation going on across the room. Scott shook his head in response to Deaton’s question.

“Now is definitely a good time.”

“Thank God.”

“What do you think? Two dollars?” You tilted your head, what the hell? Apparently you weren’t the only the only one thrown off by the statement. Scott’s eyebrows scrunched together slightly, “Two dollars?”

“Ah you’re right, two-fifty more a hour. It seems like a pretty good raise.” You sighed, apparently now wasn’t a good time to talk about what you two actually wanted to know.

“That’s not exactly what I was… wait two-fifty more a hour?” Scott was cut off guard by the offer, “Done, don’t forget to clean up the cat cages.” Deaton shook his hand and left the room before Scott could come to terms with what just happened.

“Damn, he just cleaned your clock, you know that right?”

“What?”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled, “Nevermind.”

After Scott had finished his shift, Stiles arrived to pick you both up. You were on your way to the ice rink now, you were also still grumbling and whining in the back seat as he was driving. He looked at you from the rear view mirror and Scott twisted back to see you as well, they both laughed at your small fit you were in the process of throwing.

“Come on, Y/N. It won’t be that bad, we’re not gonna leave you out,” Scott reassured tapping your knee as you turned up your nose at them.

“Yeah, brighten up, plus we could still call Jackson to come hang out with you, if you want,” Stiles laughed.

You moaned, “No, absolutely not.”

Scott had glanced at Stiles slightly, had you been paying attention you would’ve seen the sly look they exchanged before Scott turned towards you once more, “Are you sure you’re not jealous?” You felt yourself choke on air, clearing your throat you said, “Why would I be?” Scott shrugged, “I don’t know, you didn’t have a problem with this idea until Lydia was invited. Maybe you wanted Stiles all to yourself.” You snapped your head down from looking at the ceiling to now both boys and you saw the cocky smirks they were both wearing. You scoffed and kicked both their seats, “Bite me.”

“Hey, what did Roscoe do to you?”

To be honest, this isn’t the first time you three have had this back forth (all joking of course), since Melissa has had you for so long she’s always treated you and Scott like you two were siblings. Stiles on the other hand, wasn’t allow in your room because he was a boy. Melissa had always given him a slight look when he would get too close as well. Those two things eventually dissipated and became less of a concern as you both got older. The inside joke between you three, did not unfortunately. After Scott had found out about your slightly different rules when it came to Stiles, you were teased tremendously for supposedly having a crush on the boy. Every time brought both boys pain to the gut.

You three arrived at the ice rink, Scott leaving and holding his door opened for you as Stiles came around the side to join you. Allison and Lydia had shown up already waiting for you. The boys went to unlock the doors as you follow close behind, when they finally got them unlocked they turned to you both playfully biting each side of your shoulders.

“Ow, what the hell was that for?”

“You said to bite you,” they synced.

The girls walked up, Allison reaching for Scott and Lydia barely acknowledging Stiles before walking past you both. You gave him a pointed and mocking look, he gave you a push before closing the doors and you both made your ways towards the rink.

You sat down in the bleachers, little bit away from where Lydia and Stiles were currently sitting. You know they were talking but quite frank you couldn’t really hear them. You had brought yourself a book because even though your best friends spent the whole day stressing that you wouldn’t be sidelined, you knew them way better than they thought you did. You glanced at your phone and debated on maybe calling someone to pick you up, but who would you even call?

Jackson? Absolutely not, even if you did, he wouldn’t come get you and you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from punching him in the face if he did.

Danny? No, you didn’t want to bother the poor boy.

Matt? No way in hell, he gave you the absolute creeps.

Isaac? Now that, was a maybe, however the boy was in the wind. You didn’t even know if he had his phone or if he would even pick up. You haven’t spoken since that night at the police station and considering Erica’s behavior you were skeptical that the Isaac you knew would be the one to show up.

You sighed, placing your phone back next to you, with your hands at your cheeks and elbows on your knees, you watched Scott and Allison walk off towards the rink. Eventually so did the silent pair that was on your other side. Deciding it was best to just suck it up, you got off the bench and stepped onto the ice. It was one of your favorite activities after all. You twirled and skated, playfully messing around in the corner while the other four did their thing, all in their own worlds. That is, until you heard a scream. It was truly deafening, terrifying, unlike anything you had ever heard before. You placed your feet in stopping position and scanned to find the owner of the scream, only to find Lydia on her hands and knees screeching at the ice below her.

You all make your way towards her, inquiring on if she was alright, searching for any sign that something was wrong but nothing. All that could be done was Stiles holding her while she whaled.

The next morning at school, you were leaving class. You kind have been avoiding Stiles and Scott today, only talking to them this morning while on the way to school. You didn’t realize it before but you were more hurt by being left alone than you thought. After what happened with Lydia you guys all decided it was time to leave and when you got home, you quietly made your way to your room mentioning to Scott about just being tired. You had laid in bed for a couple hours wide awake, just thinking.

Were you jealous? No, you couldn’t be, despite the jokes, you didn’t actually like Stiles nor Scott like that.

After you had pondered for a little bit, you had found your answer.

Were you scared? Maybe. But scared of what?

...

Being replaced.

For the longest time, it was just Scott, Stiles and you. The trio. Always together, always there for each other. You did everything together and sure you knew eventually you would find partners and maybe other friends but it never dawned on you that if the boys each found someone, you would possibly be fazed out. You knew they would never intentionally do anything to push you away but that didn’t stop your worrying.

Your thoughts were cut off by a slam to the lockers. You turned the corner to see Erica backing up Scott against the lockers. Allison was in the distance too, she was witnessing everything. You didn’t know what exactly was happening but you knew that it was nothing good. You marched towards the two, grabbing Erica’s shoulder.

“What do you think you're doing?”

Erica finished her sentence to Scott, he gripped her wrist and pulled her off of him. She snarled at you before turning her back away from you.

“I’ll tell Isaac you said hi.”

You felt yourself falter, Scott noticed that your whole demeanor changed as well. He looked down and grabbed your hand squeezing it.

“I haven’t seen you today, we haven’t seen you,” he clarified. You took a shallow breath, “Yeah just had a lot on my mind.” He kept his gaze on you, “Is it about Isaac?”

You shook your head.

“Is it about the ice rink?”

You hesitated, before slowly nodding. Scott sighed, before pulling you off to the side, “We weren’t kidding when we said you’re not a fifth wheel.”

“I know, it’s not really that,” you mumbled, staring at your feet.

“Then what’s the matter?” You shrugged, swaying like a child before mumbling your answer once more, “I just kind of feel like I’m being replaced.” Scott was taken aback by your answer, he had no clue what to say. There was an odd silence in the air for a little while before Scott finally figured out what he wanted to say, “What made you feel like that?”

All you could do was shrugged once more. Talking about this was so hard. You finally sighed, “Okay, before I start, I’m gonna say this once and only once. No, I don’t have a crush on Stiles. Look honestly it’s just the fact that he’s trying to integrate her to be a part of us. I know it sounds silly but it’s true. It’s completely different with Allison, she’s your girlfriend, plus I’ve never had any problems with her. Lydia’s just I don’t know, she’s not awful, definitely better than Jackson. I guess since she’s not Stiles’ girlfriend, I get annoyed because with you two it’s different. You guys are DATING, of course I expect you guys to be in your own world but Stiles… she doesn’t even acknowledge him half the time so I know all his attention is going to be him trying to get hers. At least if they were dating it would be the same situation but it’s not. He’s-.”

“Okay, okay, hey look at me. Calm down, at this rate you're gonna make the lockers fly off the wall,” Scott joked holding your hands.

You wiped the tears that you hadn’t even realized had been falling, “Sorry.” Scott moved his hands to your shoulders, “Don’t be sorry, now what were you going to say?”

You took a deep breath, “He’s supposed to be my single buddy, you know, the friend that becomes your pair when the other starts dating someone. I guess in the end, I don’t really feel like you’re trying to replace me but Stiles is.”

“No, no, no, look I know I don’t need to say it but I’m going to, we’re not trying to replace you. Y/N, you’re our best friend, we’re family. Nothing and I mean nothing, could ever replace the bonds we share with you.”

Hearing that made you feel so much lighter, you know deep down you were being kind of ridiculous but maybe to keep you from imploding you just needed to hear that. That you were important.

“You’re right.”

“And I’m gonna talk to Stiles.” Your eyes widened, “What, no! Don’t do that, it’s fine!”

“Too late. Now come on let’s go to lunch.”

Scott had that goofy grin, that grin that says ‘I’ve got everything planned.’ “Also, you didn’t need to say that you didn’t have a crush on Stiles. I know you only have eyes on Isaac.” That caught you off guard, you choked on air, your head shooting up to look at Scott who just had that stupid smug smile on his face.

“Shut up.”

“It’s true! Even before all this happened, I remember when you two got assigned for that project together. You wouldn’t stop talking about it and you would mention him one too many times for it just to be because you had a project together.” You felt like your heart was gonna beat out of your chest. You knew that he knew but you didn’t know that he knew all that.

“Is it that obvious?” You said meakly.

During lunch, Stiles had rushed in to point out that Boyd was missing from school today, meaning Derek had gotten to him. That’s what you were dealing with now, the game plan. It was already after school and Scott was sending Stiles to Boyd’s house. He was also trying to send you as well but you wouldn’t budge, not when there was a chance to see Isaac. To see him okay.

“If he’s not home you call me, got it?” Scott instructed as you three headed down the hallway.

Stiles had slow his pace which Scott noticed immediately, “What?”

“Maybe we should let him. Boyd, you know? You said Derek’s giving them a choice, right?”

Scott grabbed his shoulder pulling him down the hallway, you trailing right behind them, “We can’t.”

“You got to admit, Erica looks pretty good. The word 'sensational' comes to mind.”

You scoffed, “Yeah, because she was basically manipulated into believing that this would fix all her problems. Sure she heard what Derek warned her about but I can guarantee she wasn’t listening. Big difference. I would put money on it that Derek is brushing it off like he did with Scott ‘If you listen to me, you’ll be fine.’ He won’t give them answers just false security.”

“How do you think she’s gonna look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head,” Scott argued as well.

Stiles took both your comments to heart, “Alright, all I’m saying is maybe this one, isn’t totally your responsibility.”

“They are,” Scott disagreed, “You know this thing is gonna get out of control and that makes me responsible.”

“Not to mention, could we live with ourselves if something happened to them, knowing we could have possibly helped them?” You added.

Stiles’ hands clapped to his sides, “Alright, I’m with you guys. And I also got to say this newfound heroism in you two is making me very attracted to you.”

You and Scott scoffed, “Shut up.”

“No, seriously. Do you want to just try making out for a second? We could take turns,” he suggested gesturing to you three as you pushed him away, “Just to see how it feels.”

“How about I take my fist to your face so you can see how that feels?”

Scott and you had reached the ice rink to see Boyd finishing out his shift. You had hurried closer, calling to him to get his attention.

“Boyd!”

“We just want to talk,” you pleaded.

At the sound of your voice, Boyd’s head had tilted up towards you.

“Hey, come on, Boyd, please,” Scott begged, “Did Derek tell you everything? And I don’t just mean going out of control on the full moons. I mean everything.” Boyd had shut down the machine he was using, “He told me about the hunters.”

“And that’s not enough for you to say no,” you asked. Scott continued your point, “Whatever you want, there’s other ways to get it.”

“I just want to not eat lunch alone everyday.” His statement froze you, you hadn’t considered something like that but still.. this wasn’t the best way.

“Trust us, Boyd, if you’re looking for friends, you can do a lot better than Derek,” you said.

“That really hurts, Y/N.” Derek. Of course he was here. Scott had turned around making sure you were behind him but that didn’t stop you from seeing him.

Isaac. He was okay, well at least you thought so. You were right though, he definitely wasn’t the same boy from before. Now, he not only dressed differently but he wore a different expression entirely. The sweet smile you adored was gone, replaced with a smug smile. “I mean if you’re gonna review me at least take a consensus,” Derek motioned to the two teenagers beside him.

“Erica, how’s life been for you since we met?”

“In a word… transformative,” She roared, literally. You and Scott adjusted your stances already seeing where this was going.

“Isaac?”

“Well, I’m a little bummed about be a fugitive but other than that, I’m great.”

You scoffed, “Let me add to that. Did dear old Derek tell you the whole reason Scott is in this mess, the whole reason all of us are in this mess, is because of his family.” You had moved next to Scott by now, pointing at Derek, “Did he tell you that the only reason he’s an alpha is because he decided to be a selfish prick and slash his own uncle’s throat? Even after he said he wouldn’t for Scott’s sake?” Your rant had caused an awkward feeling to fall in the room. The two teenagers clearly looked slightly uncomfortable at the new information, Derek had cleared his throat before staring back at Scott. You crossed your arms, looking at Scott before facing the newly formed pack, “I guess he didn’t. Hm, interesting, don’t you think?”

Scott had taken a few steps forward, “Okay, hold on. This isn’t exactly a fair fight.”

“Then go home, Scott,” Derek smiled.

With a growl, Scott had punched the ice denting the surface, “I meant fair for them.”

Isaac and Erica had no problem advancing towards Scott. He had taken your arm and quickly moved you closer to the machine and Boyd, out of the way and safe. Scott turned and without any effort flung Isaac across the rink, moving on to slam Erica into the side of the ice rink machine. That didn’t stop the two from getting back up and trying again. They had actually had a second where they got the upper hand, pushing him in between them before Isaac flung him away just like Scott had.

“Isaac, stop! Leave him alone!” He ignored you, his focus completely on Scott. It didn’t matter, Scott beat them down again and again, until they finally stayed down.

“Don’t you get it? He’s not doing this for you, he’s just adding to his own power, okay? It’s all about him. He’s makes you feel like he’s giving you some kind of gift, when all he’s done is turn you into a bunch of guard dogs!” Scott yelled, slinging them across the ice and back to Derek. They laid there in shock of what Scott had just done all by himself.

“It’s true. It is about power.” Derek started making his way towards Scott now, transforming, his eyes glowing that blood red and fangs growing. He slashed at Scott, punched, kicked, beaten down your best friend. You couldn’t believe your eyes, it was brutal, it made you shake out of fear for the boy. You had to do something but you didn’t know what. All you knew was that you were afraid, afraid of what might happen if you didn’t do something. You glanced at Isaac and Erica, still sitting on the floor their attention now switching from Derek to you. You could see it in Isaac’s eyes, he knew you were gonna do something.

“Y/N, No!”

You ran as fast as you could on the ice, reached for Derek’s hand before he could slash at Scott again but it was useless. He threw you like trash, away from them. You landed with a loud crash and a groan from pain. You heard your name being called from a few different sources but you couldn’t tell. Everything got fuzzy. Only it wasn’t from the throw it was like from before, with Lydia. Your senses were basically rendered useless, you couldn’t hear anything and everyone looked slightly blurry. You knew they were looking at you though, you knew they could see it.

Your eyes glowing.

Before Derek could notice you, before he could stop you, you picked your head up and that’s when your sense came back. Heighten, stronger and clearer than ever.

“Get away from him!”

You slammed your hands on the ice, causing it to ripple like it was water, it traveled towards Derek knocking him off his position on Scott’s throat. He fell to the floor and an energy pushed him into the ice by his throat, almost like someone was stepping on his now. The ice cracked underneath him but you didn’t care. You rushed to Scott putting his head in your lap.

“Scott are you okay?” He lightly nodded, coughing up some more blood. By now Derek had risen up, staring at you in shock. You shot him a glare, “Leave, or I’ll do it again. And this time, I won’t stop.” Derek had slowly backed away going to his two new betas, who were now staring at you. Erica try to tend to Derek but he just brushed her off, Isaac on the other hand, he kept staring at you even when Derek tried to guide him out. You couldn’t tell if he was concerned for you or scared of you. Boyd had gotten down from where he was sitting getting ready to join the others.

“Boyd, please don’t, we don’t want to see you get hurt,” you pleaded one last time.

“You don’t want to be like them,” Scott warned

“You’re right,” Boyd lifted his shirt, revealing his bite, “I want to be like you.”

You had gotten Scott back to the clinic where he was worrying about his wounds from Derek, “Why aren’t you healing?” You shrugged even though he was mainly talking to himself, you rounded the corner to see a guy on the table, slashed.

“It’s from an alpha,” Deaton said coming from the shadows, “I think maybe we better have that talk now.”

*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧

a/n: I don't have much to say other than I hope you guys enjoy the chapter! let me know what you think!

taglist: @somiaw

#isaac lahey #isaac lahey angst #isaac lahey fluff #isaac lahey imagine #isaac lahey x reader #lydia martin #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #teen wolf #teen wolf fluff #allison argent #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf series #isaac lahey x y/n #isaac lahey x yn #derek hale

197 notes · View notes

multifandomimagines1522 · 2 years ago

Text

Y/n: Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?

Derek: No, I do not want to sleep with you tonight.

Y/n: Wait, that's what that means?!

#derek hale #teen wolf #derek x yn #derekhaleimagine #teenwolfimagine

17 notes · View notes

writersmess · 2 years ago

Text

WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND | DEREK HALE

Pairing: Derek Hale x fem!reader

Summary: you came back to Beacon Hills after so many years and definitely didn’t expected to find Derek Hale in town.

Warning: mentions of abusive relationship, mentions of SMUT, swearing, jealousy reader, fluffy, no use of yn.

Word count: 4k

a/n: hey there, this one is my first writing ever hehe, actually im a lit bit nervous. Also english is not my first language so forgive me if you find some mistakes.

Masterlist

.............................................................................................

They’ve met since highschool.

He was a Hale.

She was a McCall.

She was best friend with his sister, Laura. He was popular, everyone liked him and she was quiet, smart, what so called nerd.

She was always in his house, even became friends with Peter, which no one agreed, but he liked her. Everybody liked her.

How could they not.

She was sunshine, her smile would light up any place she was in. She didn’t like to talk much, but when words came out of her mouth it was like a song, a really beautiful one.

And her eyes, so bright, so full of life, of hope.

They got close, really close. Always together, sharing secrets, had their own inside jokes. Laura was so jealous, after all, she was her friend first. He couldn’t steal her like this.

But she ended developing feelings for him, not that she wanted to, but how could she not. Derek was so much.

So loveable. So caring, so funny, so beautiful, so kind.

And Talia loved her so much. Always joking around about her being in the family for good.

Everybody seemed to know about her feelings for him. Except for himself.

Derek was so blind about her feelings, of how much her heart belonged to him, and without even realizing it he broke her heart. Shattered it. When he chose Paige.

He chose Paige over her. Over sunshine.

It hurts so much. It was so hard to see them together all the time. To have the feeling of not being enough. Because if she was enough, he would’ve chosen her.

Laura always tried her best to get her friend out of her sadness. Hell, even Peter was hating so much to see her like that. That light in her that once was so bright, was completely off.

But then it all happened.

Paige was gone.

The Hale’s were gone.

Suddenly Derek was all alone. She was all he had left.

He could only find comfort in her.

But she had also lost them. They were also her family. She had lost her best friends. The only ones she has ever had.

She was trying so hard to be strong for him.

But then he was also gone. He couldn’t bare live without them, without any of them.

And then she was there, all of sudden, alone.

***

You never thought you would return to Beacon Hills, especially under these conditions. You were so strong, why didn’t you fight harder? Why were you standing here at your mother’s doorstep with bruises all over your body?

You got back to reality after hearing your name being called.

“what the hell happened?” it was Scott, your little brother.

You couldn’t find the right words in that moment. You were so broken, words could never describe how you were feeling.

Tears streamed down your face and all you wanted to do was hug him, and you did. In a failed attempt to feel safe, to feel cared for.

It was a misunderstanding to say scott was preoccupied. He was desperate. What the hell happened to his big sister. What happened that he wasn’t capable to protect you. Was it supernatural? Was someone after you in order to get to him?

He could see the bruises all over your body, some bandages in your head and even a broken arm. But the look on your face, that would be something he would never forget. That sadness in your eyes.

You hadn’t noticed the people gathered in the living room, paying attention to what was going on. Some of them not even knowing who you were and some feeling heartbroken to see you like that, wondering what had happened.

“who is that” Malia asked and Derek quickly answered.

“do you know her?” Stiles inquired curious but without taking his eyes off you still at the door with Scott. His heart was beating like crazy in his chest, you were the big sister he never had and he loved you with all his heart.

Derek never answered, he was too preoccupied with this hole situation. His jaw was clenched and his fists ready to knock someone down.

After promising Scott you’re going to explain it all to him later, you just got to your room still not noticing the group in astonishment looking at you.

***

Your mom was there hugging you, stiles was holding your hand and Scott was about to make a hole in the ground from walking back and forth.

You’re telling them about what happened. How you were so involved in this relationship that you couldn’t realized how toxic it was. Not even when you were mistreated, or when you were accused of drawing too much attention to yourself wherever you went and were cursed at. But things changed when he decided to hit you and you fought back. And when you fought back, he wanted to kill you.

And he was going to.

If it hadn’t been for your best friends and their teammates, he would have killed you.

Thanks to them you were alive. But that doesn’t mean you came out unscathed. Oh no. You had so many bruises on your body, he hit your head so many times on the wall that you ended up with a concussion. And the broken arm. He managed to do this after you hit him on the head with a vase. He was so enraged.

But you were okay now. You were with your family and that’s all that mattered now.

Even your dad was aware of your situation, he was there with you in the hospital and he made sure he would end up with that boy’s life. And you believed him.

***

A few days has passed by and you were still unable to leave your room. You could not face reality, not yet.

Scott and stiles were trying so hard to make you feel better, at least to make you feel less miserable.

Today you finally agreed to attend their weekly meeting, it would be at your house so all you had to do was go downstairs and spend the evening sitting on the couch dodging the curious looks that the teenagers would give you all night long. You sighed tiredly at this thought and started to go down the stairs, breathing deeply in pain when you reached the end.

As soon as stiles saw you, he ran to take your hand and help you get in the room. You didn’t look at anyone directly in the eyes, you were too embarrassed to do this. When you were comfortable settled, stiles started to introduce their friends.

You laugh when he introduced Lydia and mocked him for his crush on her since kindergarten. You got shocked when he introduced Malia as Scott’s girlfriend and how you had no idea he had someone. You smiled at Liam and Mason, blushed at Parish because if there was a beautiful man in this room, it would be him.

“and thats Peter-“

You froze.

What the- Peter was dead.

“yo- you were dead” you gasped unable to say anything else.

When you tried to get on your feet, Peter was fast enough to catch you. You were paralyzed. When you look around expecting to understand what was going on, you heart beat even faster if it was possible.

It was him.

Derek.

You never thought you’d see them again.

Your eyes locked with that green eyes that you were so in love with many years back.

“do you know Peter?” stiles asked confused taking you out of that shock.

“i- i studied with Derek and somehow Peter was one of my best friends” you answer looking at Peter who had that grin in his face. That stupid grin. You missed him and Derek so much.

You could not believe they were here.

Actually why were they here with you brother and his teenagers friends, you started to wonder.

The boys come to sit close to you and you were still so shocked with all of this that they did the most talking. You’re so flustered around Derek again, how could you be like that after so many years. Your cheeks couldn’t find their way back to the normal color, you’re so embarrassed. And after all these years of not seeing Derek and thinking Peter was dead, they got to see you at you worse.

After a couple hours of talking and laughing with the group, you could feel the effect of the drugs wearing off and the pain coming back with full force into your body. You head to the kitchen to drink some water and when you finally found yourself alone, you let the tears silently roll down your face.

You tried to pull yourself together when you heard someone coming, but soon calmed down when you saw those green eyes looking at you so deeply. Derek didn’t have to say anything, he put his hand on your face and you saw when his veins turned black, taking your pain with them. You left a relief groan slip out of your mouth, and the tears soon stopped to roll down your face.

“thanks” you murmured and he just smiled at you. You could feel the pity in his eyes and it made you look somewhere else.

“i wish i could do more” you felt the sincerity in his words and did nothing to stop your arms from hugging him, wich he returned quickly. “I’m so sorry i left” he murmured against your neck and you could feel the shivers running down your spine.

“you don’t have to be sorry, Derek” you looked him in the eyes and you could feel the pain irradiating from them “it was your family, it was your pain and you had to find a way to deal with it”

“they were your family too.” and with that you could feel those damn tears again. It was true, you loved them so much, all of them. And they loved you too.

After he brought you to your room, you noticed when he kept wandering around the room, looking at the details that were the same as so many years ago.

“it didn’t change at all” he said looking at some pictures on the photo wall.

“as soon as that school year was over, i left too” you said laying in the bed, trying to find a comfortable position and he gave you those eyes again “i went to med school and i didn’t think i would ever come back, until- you know”

You stared at each other for a few seconds and you weren’t sure if he was listening to your heart at that moment, but if he was, he would know exactly how you were feeling.

“c-could you lay with me a lit bit.. like the old times please?” if he didn’t have that super audition you were sure he wouldn’t have listened to what you said.

“sure” he smirked and laid down with you.

Back in the old days when you had trouble sleeping he would come running to help, he would just lay there with you until daylight or until your mother almost caught you. She would have killed you.

Despite the shyness you got comfortable into each others arms and that would be the best sleep you would have had in weeks.

***

You had just came back from the hospital. It was the first job interview you had since you arrived the town a couple months ago and your mother gossiped you that the job was definitely already yours.

You were so excited humming in the kitchen as you started to prepare your dinner. That was until you heard the loud noise coming from outside the kitchen doors.

Suddenly Scott came in with stiles screaming and leaning on his shoulders, he was limping and your brother quickly put him on the couch. You could see the wound on his leg and from a distance you could tell that it was not a matter of life and death. When you were getting ready to go to Stiles, your heart nearly burst out of your mouth. Peter and Liam followed behind with a half unconscious Derek and you soon noticed a hole in his abdomen.

You are standing in the middle of the room looking at the two people you cared so much about and seeing all the commotion you had to make a quick decision on who you would take care first. You looked at Derek for a second-

It had to be Stiles.

“look at me sweetheart” you were talking him down while opening the first aid kit “i need you to stay calm, you’re going to be just fine” he was screaming like crazy.

You took a good look at his leg and notice it was a graze wound. He was going to live. You sterilized the place and put some gauze over it, as well as give some pain medicine to Stiles. You made sure he was okay for now so you could move on to Derek and Lydia said that she was going to look after him. She also had some bruises in her face that you would give a look as soon as you had Derek okay.

Once you ran to Derek, you took his shirt off so you take a good look at his wound. He was about to go unconscious. You took his face in your hands giving him a look.

“why aren’t you healing” you didn’t notice the looks your brother and his friends gave you, but Scott definitely wouldn’t let that go. It took you a second to realize what was causing the veins around his wound to get black and why he was pale as snow. “wolfsbane” you murmured to yourself and ran to the kitchen to get something.

Once you had the small porch in hands, you came back to him. He was in so much pain. You knew that was about to happen now was going to hurt even more and took a second to prepare yourself.

“Der look at me” you said trying to catch his attention but it didn’t work.

As you were setting the wound on fire, you tried to stay still when you heard that roar coming out of Derek’s mouth. His eyes turning into a bright blue you’ve seen before. You let a few tears roll down your face and took a deep breath when you finished.

“you’re going to be okay” you murmured looking at his face while he was now unconscious.

After stitching Stiles in silence and making sure Lydia’s injuries was superficial. You took a minute to take a deep breath and tried to stop your hands from shake.

It didn’t go unnoticed the look Scott gave you.

***

Derek was lying on your bed still unconscious after peter and scott brought him here to rest a bit. So as you thought.

You had just left the shower after everything that had happened a few minutes ago, and were so mad after finding out that Peter had turned your brother, that you didn’t bother to check if Derek was still sleeping.

Which he was not.

He couldn’t believe his eyes when you left the bathroom wearing just a towel and stopped in front on the wardrobe. He didn’t want to get you embarrassed so he didn’t make a sound, at least he was trying to. And how he was trying. Especially when you let the tower fall to the ground. In that moment he could swear he was dead and head straight to heaven.

When you bent down to put on your panties he swore his eyes would roll away from his face. You definitely couldn’t look at him right now or you would see his completely hard cock.

You were so fucking beautiful.

It has been so hard for him since you came back. You looked so different since the last time he saw you, so beautiful, so hot. Being around you, sleeping in the same bad, it would kill him anytime.

Once he came back to Beacon hills after a few years, he didn’t expect you to be gone. Which was selfish from him to want, but he missed you so much. After Peter was back to life, he told Derek how much you liked him and how he had broken your heart. He had no idea, he would never do that to you. He loved you. The only reason he chose Paige was because he never thought you would feel the same as him. How stupid he was.

After you got dressed, you sat in the armchair by the window and were too distracted to notice how hard Derek was. A few minutes were enough for him to calm down and pretend that he was finally waking up.

“hey derbear, how are you feeling” your touch was so soft at his face. He had to take a deep breath.

“like shit” that smile on your face.

He was so fucked up. He was in love with you.

“come on, let’s get your ass to your place so you can take a proper rest”

It was your ass that he wanted to-

***

A few days has passed by and you got the job at the hospital and also got the house you had visited a few days ago. You were finally putting your life back in tracks again.

You were eager to tell the news to him. After so many years, so many relationships, a really bad one and yet here you were again, in love with your best friend.

You texted Peter so he could meet you at Derek’s and he quickly replied that would get there soon.

“morning derbear” you hummed as you entered the loft “got some big news” you continued to sing while shutting the door, and the minute you looked at the living room you froze.

“and you must be her.” A woman was sitting at Derek’s side with a huge smile in her face.

“and you are?” you asked her back in defensive.

“oh I’m an old friend of Derek” she laughed as she touched him. “im Braeden, nice to meet you” she introduced herself while was still leaning on Derek

Why the hell she needed to touch him this much.

As you continued frozen in the middle of the room, you could notice the way they looked at each other, the way Derek had a smile in his face. That smile.

This could not be happening again.

You heard Peter getting in the loft and after leaving a kiss in your cheeks, he went straight to the kitchen.

“ahm, my mom just texted me. She needs me right now” you pretended that you were reading something in your phone. You just needed to get out of there.

“do you need us to go with you?” you controlled the urge to roll your eyes when heard derek speaking

“no it’s a family emergency. Thanks though”

When you looked at Peter you could tell he was listening to your heart. That bastard. His eyebrows were raised and had that grin in that stupid face.

“but what about the news you were so eager to tell us” he was teasing you

“no big deal. Gotta go, see you later”

You tried not to run to the door, but as soon as you stepped outside you could feel your face burning with anger and the tears threatening to come out. You were so damn stupid.

As the day went by, derek tried to reach you but you never answered his messages or called him back. You just needed a time to yourself.

You’re a mess in your bedroom, sitting on the floor putting your things in the boxes. You have to confess that you’ve been crying all afternoon. You were a mix of anger, sadness and jealous, everything in once. When Peter called you, you stared at the phone a few seconds wondering if you should answer him.

“hey Pete” as soon as you picked up, he knew you’ve been crying

“hey babygirl” he knew you loved when he called you that.

What both of you didn’t know, was that Derek was sitting on the other room listening to your phonecall. He didn’t want to, but when you avoided him the entire day he knew something was off.

“you’ve been crying” he stated the obvious and heard a muffled laugh coming from you “do you need me there with you?”

“no sweetheart, i just need to be alone right now” you sighed feeling the tears coming down again “im just so stupid you know, how after so many years im feeling like this again” he just stayed there, listening to you “you know how i was, you were there with me, i- i just didn’t want to have feelings for him, specially when i am sure now that derek doesn’t feel the same way”

That was it.

All Derek needed to hear.

He was madly in love with you, he has always been. How could you think otherwise.

He waited until everyone was asleep and went to your house. He climbed up to your window like he had done too many times before and knocked waiting for you. But you never showed up. You had also locked your window. You had never done that before.

***

That was enough.

You’ve been avoiding Derek over a week now and he had enough with that. He found out that you were no longer living with your mom and brother and no one would tell him where you were living. That was until today when he had to threaten Peter and even sunk his claws a bit into his uncle's neck. He was enough with that shit.

Derek was so mad with this hole situation. He wanted to see you, to talk to you.

He needed you.

He waited in the hospital parking lot until he saw you. He pulled up in front of you and you didn't calm down until you saw who it was. Your eyes were still wide open and your heart was beating faster.

“get in” he said in a serious tone that scared you a lit bit

“but my ca-“ he didn’t let you finish the sentence

“get in the fucking car. Now.”

You got into the car without a second thought and you could have sworn that at any moment you would die of how fast your heart was beating.

The drive to his house was was silent and it felt like an eternity.

You both entered his loft and you went straight to the kitchen to drink some water. You were totally running away from him.

“Would you care to explain to me what the hell is going on?” his voice was so serious that a shiver ran down your spine. This was definitely not the right time to be having such impure thoughts with Derek.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about” you definitely knew.

“you had been avoiding me this hole damn week”

“I had not” you definitely were.

“what is going on? Why you don’t wanna talk to me”

He got close. Really close. You put the glass in the sink before your trembling hands knocked it to the floor.

“why did I have to find out from Peter that you moved and got a new job” his voice was getting lower as he was getting closer to your body

Fucking peter.

“It’s not as if I didn’t try to tell you. But you were too busy with your old friend to pay attention to anything other than that beautiful smile of hers”

He smirked.

Why was he smirking.

“so you were so jealous that you decided to avoid me? Tell me how that worked”

His body was now pinning you on the kitchen counter. You could feel the heat radiating from Derek’s body. And you felt the same way. Your face was burning, and this time it wasn’t from shame or anger.

“tell me baby, did it work?” his voice was now so low, so deep near your ear. You had to hold back with all your strength to not let a groan escape your mouth.

“no” you muttered and for a brief moment you doubted he would hear you. But he did.

“i want you to tell me what you want”

One of his hands was on your waist, and the other went slowly up your waist, your belly, the hollow of your breasts until it stopped at your face, where he held you firmly.

You could cum right there at the touch of that big hand running all over your body.

“look at me and tell me what you want”

His mouth was so close to yours that you had to close your eyes for a second, but opened them quickly when you felt a slight tightness in your face. He wanted you to look at him when you said what you wanted. He knew what it was and how bad you wanted, but he wanted to hear you, he wanted to hear you beg.

“you Der... i want you”

You whispered and it was enough for him to glue your mouths together. You had no idea how much he dreamed of this moment, how much he needed this.

You felt him asking you to deepen the kiss and you didn’t hesitate for a moment. The moment you felt his warm tongue on yours, an involuntary moan came out of your mouth.

You would be the ruin of Derek Hale.

He grabbed you by your ass, forcing you to wrap your legs around his back, and led you into the bedroom.

Before you knew it you were both naked. You could feel his warm skin on yours, his scruffy beard running across your skin, his hands touching you like there was no tomorrow.

At that moment you had no more doubts, no more questions. It was only a certainty.

You were his. He was yours.

You had never felt such pleasure in your life as you did at that moment, when you felt Derek get inside you calmly, slowly. You could feel every inch of him and he could feel how tight you were.

You were a mess of moans and pleasure. He started out slowly wanting nothing but to feel you, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted more, needed more, you both did. Before you could realize it Derek was moving masterfully inside you, taking you to places you had never been before. Taking you to your edge.

Your moans were like music to his ears and he wanted more and wanted it for the rest of his life.

You were his.

Before you could hold back, it hit you. You could only moan and arch your back as if begging him to go deeper.

Derek couldn’t hold on much longer after seeing you like that, totally surrendered to him, surrendered to the pleasure he gave you and would give you for the rest of your life.

You were in the shower, the water falling on his back, when he looked at you deeper than ever. Those green eyes tattooed on your soul.

“i love you. Always had and always will”

Your eyes filled with tears, the happy ones. That was the moment you had waited for your entire life.

“love you too, derbear”

That moment would forever be in your memory, the moment when you silently made love wows and promised to always have each other.

#teen wolf #derek hale imagine #derek hale x reader #derek hale #derek hale fanfic #teen wolf imagine

337 notes · View notes

amber-michaelson · 2 years ago

Text

Fated By Mark

Derek Hale x Human reader

Soulmate au

Summary: unfortunate events lead you to your one true love

Read At Own Risk

Warning: reader is 18+ and in last year of high school

Yn pov

Whenever you were bored you gazed down at the your soulmate mark everyone had one which is unique to that specific pair, yours was a trunk with a wolf on one side and the other is a dove flying away 'I wonder why'. I put my books into my locker and started to make my way to my car running into my two favorite trouble makers "Scott, styles hi" I smiled "hey is Lydia coming to your party tomorrow" styles asked eagerly "yes styles she's the one who planned it" I laughed "will Allison be there" Scott asked shyly "dude is Lydia is coming of course she's coming you can't see the one without the other" I rolled my eyes adjusting my bag on my shoulder "I'll see you tomorrow" I murmured and got into my car throwing my bag onto the passenger seat and grabbing my phone and calling Lydia "hey Lydia do I need anything else for tomorrow" I murmured as I pulled out the school parking lot "yes I'll send you a list and me and Alison will be there early to set up with you" she said and a ding signaled that she sent me a list "ok I'll see you tomorrow" I sung before hanging up and slowly drove to the shops stopping at the party shop first getting the decorations before making my way to the grocery store getting snacks, small foods and drinks putting everything into my boot, sighing as I get into my car it was almost dark when I finally finished shopping and started making my way home my soft tones playing in the background as I hummed to myself but screamed as something jumped infront of my car "oh god oh god" I shouted as I my buckled my seat belt and got out my heart thumbing as I walked towards the front of my car shaking as I heard whimpering and growling "get back in your car" I jumped turning to a dark haired man running out the woods yelling at me to get away I started shaking and slowly moved back but screamed as a monstrous man jumped onto me "get off" I screamed pushing and shoving but nothing would budge and a black liquid started dripping out its mouth before it was ripped off I stared up at the man who pulled him off, his eyes glowing red and his hands had long claws "stay" he growled before running after that beast but I didn’t listen but got into my car and speeding off shocked tears running down my cheeks, my breathing being uneven and deep "what the fuck" I squeezed my steering wheel tightly my knuckles turning white I quickly got out running inside 'the groceries can wait till tomorrow' I locked everything and closed the blinds before going up to my room "what the fuck was that" I muttered grabbing and pulling at my hair but flinching as I heard banging at my front door "open up" I started shaking as I heard the man's voice "leave me alone" I yelled and crawled under my blanket humming to myself trying to block out the man's call 'everything will be better tomorrow'

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎next day▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

I looked as if I haven't slept in months my hair was tangled and my eyes red "hey Lydia" I murmured opening my door letting her and Allison in "geez what happened to you" she laughed "nothing just a rough night" I said closing the door and led them to the kitchen "where's all the groceries and decorations" Allison asked "in the car I'll go get them now" I murmured and started making my way to the car "I told you to stay" I flinch turning to the man "leave me alone" I squeaked as I moved away from him but he grabbed my arm pulling me to him "you should get your ears checked out" he muttered squeezing my arm tighter "please let me go" I whimpered "you could've died" I flinched as he raised his voice I kept tugging and pulling away but yelled as my long sleeve was ripped off as I fell back "leave me alone" I yelled moving back but all he did was stare at me with a shocked expression I quickly took this distraction and run inside closing the door with a big slam breathing heavily as I slid down to the floor "yn what's wrong" Lydia asked with concern "open up" I started crying as he banged on the door "go away go away" I kept repeating over and over again.

Derek pov

I stood infront of her door hearing her whimpers and crys she's my mate and now she fears me I sighed and left not wanting to make it worse "hey Scott I need you to come over tonight" I muttered into the phone as I got into my car "can't I have a party I'm going to" he said and hung up 'little shit' I hit my steering wheel as I drove off.

Yn pov

Lydia and Allison prepared for the party as they sent me up stairs to wash up and get ready for the party.

Allison pov

I ushered styles and Scott in "derek was here" I muttered "why" they both asked "I think yn saw something" I whispered but stopped as yn made her way down the stairs wearing a short dress that lined her figure pretty well "I didn't know you guys where coming early" she asked as she stopped infront of us "yea we just wanted to help" styles says popping the 'p' she nodded and made her way into the kitchen "hopefully he doesn't try anything tonight" Scott murmured.

▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎time skip to the party▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎

Yn pov

The music was loud and everyone was having a good time drinking and chatting having a great time I waved to Lydia as I made my way upstairs to the bathroom closing the door behind me but gasping as a hand was held over my mouth "please don't scream I'm not here to hurt you" I turned to him as he uncovered my mouth "what do you want" I murmured "I'm sorry for what happened" he said scratching the back of my head "what was that thing and why were your eyes glowing" I muttered "give me your arm" he said putting out his hand "no" "give" he said and gently grabbed my arm and moved so he can see my mark "I'm the wolf" he murmured as he gently grazed my skin "what" I questioned trying to understand he moved back and lifted up his shirt showing his mark which was the same as mine I lifted my hand to my mouth "y-you" I couldn't speak "I'm your soulmate" he said coming closer to me "but your a-" I stared up at him and moved back but was trapped by the door "I won't hurt you I promise" he whispered and caressed my cheek

"we're fated by the mark".

My Teen Wolf Works

Check Out My Other Works

#x reader #x reader fluff #fluff #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf x reader fluff

51 notes · View notes

haletwfic · 2 years ago

Text

Eli: Mom can i have a tattoo?

Y/N: No. you’re still a kid

Eli: No. I’m a teenager.

Derek: What’s going on?

Y/N: Your son wants a tattoo.

Derek: No. Absolutely no.

Eli: How old are you when you got your first tattoo?

Derek: 16.

Eli: Exactly. I’m gonna get it now.

Y/N: Sure.

Derek: Go, before your mom change her mind.

#derek hale #eli hale #teen wolf #hale #hale family #derek hale x yn #teen wolf imagine #derek hale imagine

202 notes · View notes

watchtowerindistress · 4 years ago

Text

Mates (8/8) - derek hale x reader

Summary: Seven months later. Reader appreciates and enjoys a domestic Derek. Some surprising truths are revealed.

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: sweet domestic fluff, casual mention of murder, savage eating of raw meat, language, possessive!Derek, smut, cock-warming (i hope that’s how you call it)

Additional tags: epilogue, can you tell that i love peter?, some other characters are showing up, somehow i’m more comfortable writing for the Hale family, sue me

Author’s note: This is the end! Thanks for sticking with me through this. Really enjoyed your enthusiasm for this fic. I was watching Bly Manor while writing this, so don’t be surprised if I sound like an accomplished young lady. Sense8 helped me in writing the fluffy parts. The middle part felt like I was writing a damn sitcom, geez. Now, please, let me sleep through hibernation.

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

~ Seven months later ~

Your mind felt like a foggy mess as you were trying to nestle deeper under the covers, needing a few minutes more to savor any remnants of sleep. To embrace more of that warmth.

The hard torso wrapped behind you, like the space heater he was, brought a small smile on your face, snuggling deeper into him.

A low rumbling sound vibrated against your neck before soft lips chased the spot instead.

“Good morning,” you mumbled with unrestrained elation in your voice. A dazed, tired smile morphed onto your lips. “It’s still too early, Derek.”

By now, your mate must have gotten used to your late morning tendencies.

Derek’s long arms wound underneath your loose shirt until the palm of his hand caressed under the side of your boob—

Good to know that Derek’s instincts were still the same even when half in a daze.

—and pulled you towards him, keeping you in a tight grip.

“Good morning. I could wake you up if you want,” Derek offered saucily, blowing warm air on your skin.

You stretched your body some more and cherished the tickling sensation from his toasty-warm breath. Chuckles erupted from your chest before you hummed quietly.

You raised an eyebrow and took a chance by blinking the sleep away. “Someone’s feeling very horny right now, huh?” Your head twisted towards him but without meeting his eyes, feeling far too comfortable to really move.

Derek’s arms tightened around you, burrowing his nose deeper into the slope of your neck. “I can’t help it, you smell delicious,” he grumbled, while breathing you in, like you were some fine wine he couldn’t get enough of.

You cleared your throat, trying to awaken your senses. “I remember you saying something like that last night, Derek,” you reminded him dryly, keeping your eyes closed.

“This is different. Your chemo signals are seriously making me delirious.”

Now, that kind of woke you up when you blurrily opened your eyes and turned your head. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

Derek was wearing his olive-colored shirt that you thought perfectly accentuated his green eyes. You absolutely loved his mussed-up hair.

With his head shaking, he chuckled. “Trust me, I mean that in a very good way. You smell like arousal and something else that reminds me when I’m running through the forest as a wolf,” Derek admitted while stroking your shoulder.

You raised your eyebrows at that strange description and slowly twisted your body around until your head found comfort on Derek’s chest. “I’ve got … no idea what to say to that,” you admitted with a mystified expression on your face. This mate business was seriously proving how out of your depth you truly felt.

Derek answered by merely pressing his nose against your throat and brushing his lips on your sensitive skin, inhaling deeply.

His stubble was tickling you until you were left a shivering mess. “I can’t get enough of your scent,” Derek confessed with a rumbling voice.

An incredulous wide smile tugged on your lips. “You’re going to have to eventually. We need to get out of bed soon, you know?” you said as a reminder.

Derek’s words were whispered darkly against your skin, “It seems my sinister plan to corrupt you hasn’t succeeded then.” Teasingly, his nose burrowed deeper into your neck to prove his point and his skilled fingers went underneath your shirt. “Just give me fifteen more minutes and let me prove to you I can make you feel good.”

At the mentioned length of time, you slapped Derek’s hard shoulder—which didn’t seem to affect him at all. “Fifteen minutes, really?”

Now his weird mentions of scents and chemo signals made sense. Derek was feeling really horny and just wanted some morning sex.

Derek stopped his caresses and gazed down at you with stormy eyes. A confused smirk played on his lips. “What?”

He was lucky he was cute in the morning. A big part of you wouldn’t mind acting on those sexual urges but the compulsion to pee pressed against your lower stomach.

You jolted when another voice sang mockingly from underneath the stairs, “I have no interest to disrupt the nookie-time of the lovebirds, but we got stuff to do.”

Derek groaned against your neck, blowing hot breath over your skin. “Remind me again why I didn’t murder my uncle yet?”

Your fingers stroked comfortingly through Derek’s hair at the back of his head. “Because you love your family very much?” you offered helpfully.

Derek scoffed, like he was seriously questioning why he hadn’t committed homicide on his uncle—a second time. “I’ve gotta go,” he announced and knelt between your legs as he rubbed his closed eyelids to get rid of any fatigue. His shorts were riding low on his hips and seriously making you second-guess your decision not to indulge in any tired morning sex.

Damn, Derek was cute being all sleepy and adorable.

His expectant gaze met yours. “What?”

You lifted your upper body by the support of your arms and shook your head. You must have had some serious bed head as well. “Nothing.”

His green eyes softened at something he must have seen in your eyes. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

You nodded in understanding. “Okay.”

“We’re going to continue where we left off as soon as I get back, alright?”

Derek’s insistence made you roll your eyes and reveal a smile that showed you didn’t mean any ill intent. “Can’t wait.”

“Good,” he murmured darkly. Derek leaned forward and pressed an open-mouthed kiss against your lips.

Before that could deviate into something more intimate, Peter’s voice reminded them of his presence, “I’m not getting any younger down here!”

Abruptly, Derek wrenched his lips away and mumbled against your forehead, “I’m going to kill him.”

“I’ll write the obituary,” you offered in consent before Derek completely let go of you.

After changing into a comfy gray cropped hoodie and some black-colored sweats, you took a badly needed bathroom break. Your bladder was seriously inflicting some sort of torture upon your abdomen. You dragged your feet into the kitchen of Derek’s loft as your gaze met the brimming coffee pot.

“Bless you, Peter,” you whispered as you poured yourself a cup and mixed it to your preferred taste.

As much as Peter behaved like a cat demanding constant attention, he could still surprise you with his small actions—as much as he didn’t want to be known for them.

The invigorating caffeine pouring down your throat made your stomach rumble. With your eyebrows raised, you touched your belly in confusion.

“Whoa, that’s weird,” you muttered quietly to yourself. You must’ve been more hungry than you first realized when you went down the stairs. After placing the still-hot cup on the kitchen counter, you opened the fridge and blew your breath between your lips, trying to decide what to have for breakfast.

Usually, Derek was the one who liked preparing breakfast for the both of you, so you could legitimately say he intended to spoil you.

Your eyes glanced at the assortment of fruit in the middle row of the fridge before they wandered to the see-through compartment that displayed the wrapped meats. Almost like something unfamiliar compelled you, your hand grabbed the raw steak, stroking the plastic-covered meat. With your eyebrows furrowing, you couldn’t explain the ravenous hunger settling low in your belly and clawing its way to the surface.

A snarl twisted your face into a grimacing expression.

Your nails scratched and scratched until it was uncovered. Before you could even process what was happening, your teeth gnawed greedily into the succulent steak, letting juices drop from your chin. But you didn’t care about any of that. A content, rumbling sound echoed from your stomach, urging you to keep on consuming until there was nothing left.

You growled in gluttonous gratification and knelt on the ground, and took another huge chunk that would hopefully satisfy your limitless appetite.

The steak almost eaten entirely, the need for more only intensified, as your mind thought back to the fresh ground pork left in the fridge. It wasn’t much but it would have to do.

“What the hell?”

“Oh, fuck me.”

The male voices coming from the living room pulled you out of your feeding trance, with the meat hanging from your lips. You didn’t want to imagine how you must’ve looked like in front of Derek and Peter who were staring in captivation at you, kneeling on the floor and red juices staining your mouth and chin.

Your lips parted numbly, having been caught in such a ghoulish display, and cleared your throat nervously. “This isn’t … what it looks like?”

Derek seemed frozen in shock while Peter raised his eyebrows. He slapped his nephew’s back, like they were in on something you were certainly not in on. “Well, … congrats. I’d better leave now because … I can take only so much awkwardness.”

Absentmindedly, you wiped the rest of your shameful misdemeanor from your chin, hoping the simmering red shame in your stomach would finally dissipate. It sort of helped that there was only Derek left that had witnessed your strange craving for raw meat.

You could still taste it on your lips as you lowered your head, studying the nearly-eaten food in your hands. Almost like you had undergone an out out-of-body experience and now the crazy fog of the feeding frenzy had lifted.

“I—I don’t—I don’t know—”

Derek’s feet slowly moved towards you and offered his hands to help you up. You didn’t understand what was happening with you but you still hoped that he knew some answers or at least wouldn’t judge your sudden abnormality.

Without thinking further about it, you dropped the leftover back into the Styrofoam container and let Derek lift you from your crouching position. Your eyebrows were still furrowed in speculative confusion as the feeling of Derek’s thumbs stroked the back of your hands.

You looked up for the first time, finally gathering courage to look him in the eyes. “I swear, I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay,” Derek assured you softly, before sending you a soulful look.

You seriously had no idea what came over you and you felt beyond embarrassed once reason eventually set in. Disbelief was shining in your eyes. “Is it though? You just saw me munch on raw meat. Like, who does that?”

Derek’s stare lingered a few seconds too long on your eyes to make you suspicious of his candor.

You raised an eyebrow at his silent gaze. “Derek?”

He cleared his throat before shaking his head to clear his mind. “I’m fine. It’s just—It reminded me of something.” His green-eyed gaze scurried lower before he continued, “How are you feeling? You looked really … intense as you were eating that.”

Derek’s mention only made you cover your blushing face, but you could still feel him soothingly rubbing your arms. “Please, don’t remind me, Derek. I’d rather not think about my neanderthal ways just now. Or how I just behaved like a damn zombie.”

Derek licked his lips at your worried speech. “You didn’t turn into something undead,” he stated confidently.

If anything, his affirmation made you narrow your eyes while something inside you told you that Derek refrained from rolling his eyes because he didn’t want to upset you. “Wait, do you know what’s going on?”

Derek’s fingers stilled on your arms. “I don’t want to freak you out.”

“But I already am!” you exclaimed, remembering the untamable urge to consume raw, fresh meat. For sure, during the moment the taste was exquisite—as scary as that thought was—but later on, it only scared you. But you’d rather understand what you were dealing with.

You still couldn’t help your mind going crazy. “Am I infected with something? Am I turning into some sort of succubus? You know, I’ve seen Jennifer’s Body—am I becoming something like that?”

Derek cleared his throat again, as you could feel waves of exasperation emanating from him through that mate bond. “No, nothing like that, I swear. You’re not dying or turning into a supernatural creature.”

“Then just tell me, please.”

After inhaling a long deep breath, Derek revealed, “I remember my mom telling me this story about how she would raid the fridge for raw meat, basically just swallowing it down. Gave my dad a damn heart attack the very first time.”

“The first time? So, why’d Talia do it?”

Derek tilted his head. There was only one word that sprung to mind when his wave of emotions fully hit you. Anticipation. “Apparently, she was pregnant with me.”

Did your heart just stop beating in your chest? And thud at an accelerated pace again?

Your eyelids were fluttering rapidly, as you tried to digest what you were hearing. “Are you saying I’m pregnant?” It sounded redundant even mentioning it but for some reason, your head desperately needed a jump-start.

Derek smiled softly, which lit up his whole face. His manner actually managed to distract you. Derek playfully narrowed his eyes. “I’m having a pretty good assumption that you are.”

“How sure are you?” Maybe you needed the extra insurance, especially if you could be extra sure with Derek’s werewolf senses.

“I’m not hearing a heartbeat if that’s what you’re wondering.” His statement didn’t really make you feel any better though. Derek seemed to guess your disposition correctly when he continued, “But … I can still sense it.”

Your mouth opened in surprise, wanting to believe it. “I still need to buy at least three pregnancy tests first.”

At last, Derek rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

Full disclosure, in the end, you needed five tests just to make sure. Derek was lying on the couch behind you, snuggling comfortably and hugging you to his chest.

Your gaze was meeting the two positive lines almost glowing in the palm of your hand and you still felt overwhelmed with emotion to even speak.

“What are you thinking?” Derek’s warm breath blew against the back of your neck and made your heart pump in your chest, invigorating life inside you.

His warm body lulled you into a safe cocoon and made you want to divulge all of your secrets. “Still speechless,” you admitted with a quiet whisper and slowly turned your head, feeling curious about his reaction. “What about you? What does the grumpy Derek Hale think about becoming a wolf papa?”

Your heart was beating nervously in your chest because you didn’t know how he truly felt about building a family. Derek suffered immensely under the traumatic memory of seeing his family die in that fire and you didn’t want things to change in your carefully-built relationship.

Derek whispered intimately into your ear, “To be honest, I’m actually really excited about it. Something we created together. So innocent.”

Derek’s confession made something soften inside you. You felt practically giddy now, with giggles leaving your mouth. “Peter must be jumping for joy, huh? I mean, he cast the seeds, like he couldn’t wait for wolf pups to arrive.”

Derek rolled his eyes. “Please don’t associate Peter in the same sentence with seeds.”

After chuckling lowly, you wiggled more into Derek’s front and thoroughly enjoyed his grunts of dismay. “There’s no need to be jealous. I seem to like brooding men.”

Like some sneaky and possessive wolf, Derek’s hand crept under your clothes and lingered on your still-flat stomach. His mouth nuzzled into your neck. “No wonder you smell so delicious. I can’t get enough of it.”

As much as his touch made you vibrate with need, you still rolled your eyes. “You’re going to be unbearable from now on, aren’t you?”

Dangerous intent was glowing in Derek’s eyes. “You dare insult your mate that way?” He barely gave you any time to see it coming before his hands tickled your sides, attacking without mercy. High-pitched giggles left your mouth, more out of fright than anything else, as your whole body was shaking.

“I’m not, I’m sorry!—”

Your unabashed smiling face froze when the loft door was wrenched open, giving you nearly a heart attack. You turned your head just in time to see Scott and Stiles enter, with Peter following close behind.

Derek groaned underneath you in annoyance and dropped his head against the corner of the couch, covering his eyes with his arm.

“Guys, I’m this close to tearing you apart. You can’t keep barging in here,” Derek’s muffled voice resounded through the material of his hoodie.

“I wasn’t able to hold them back,” Peter announced, with his arms raised in the air, displaying an innocent aura.

Derek’s eyes narrowed. “I’m sure,” he muttered under his breath.

“Peter didn’t tell us you two were cuddling. Who knew that the sourwolf was secretly into that?”

Derek narrowed his eyes at Stiles trying to get under his skin. “You do realize how fast I can jump over this couch, right?”

Scott raised his hand, trying to stop them before they would tear each other apart with threats. “That’s not why we’re here. This is serious. So, no mayhem, alright?”

You tilted your head at Derek when you felt his chest rising up and down, like he was seconds away from transforming into a wolf. Your hand stroked Derek’s chest that shielded his erratically thumping heart.

Derek sent you a silent stare before it wandered over to his uncle with a dark glower. “You thought this would be funny, didn’t you?”

The older Hale chose to shrug innocently. “What can I say? I do enjoy some carnage.”

A grimacing expression twisted Derek’s features. “Hilarious,” he whispered under his breath.

Scott furrowed his brows in concentration before asking curiously, “Wait, what’s going on?” Smelling his surroundings, the young wolf sensed something unfamiliar permeating the air. “And what’s that smell?” He locked eyes with you, not fully realizing yet what he was dealing with.

A confused Stiles retorted, “Dude, don’t be weird.”

Stiles’s comment seemed to go over their heads though. Derek’s eyes darkened at Scott and didn’t like the idea of him trying to make a move on his woman. A threatening growl echoed from deep within his chest, as he shielded your body with his.

“One step closer and I’ll tear you limb from limb.”

Derek’s wrathful reaction made Stiles silently raise his eyebrows.

Feeling already done with this manly display of testosterone, you rolled your eyes with a frustrated groan and stroked through Derek’s hair at the back of his head. It seemed you had to calm him down every two minutes. But this was severely getting out of hand.

“Okay, seriously, what is going on with the levels of testosterone in this room?”

“I agree,” Stiles spoke up, “even I’m getting uncomfortable standing here.”

Peter crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head at him. “You don’t say?”

Derek simply ignored Stiles’s stammering words and slowly breathed out through his mouth. Despite the presence of several werewolves with enhanced hearing, Derek whispered into your ear, “With my progeny inside you, my wolf is going to be very … possessive and aggressive, you could say.”

“Progeny?” Stiles whispered in bafflement to himself.

At the same time, Scott’s features lit up. “Oh, you are pregnant? Congrats, guys!”

As much as you wanted to keep this secret, you knew that in the company of supernatural creatures it was hard to keep it that way.

Still, you smiled tensely at the younger boys. “Much appreciated.”

Derek continued with shrugging shoulders, “I mean, Peter doesn’t really count. For some reason, I don’t really feel threatened by him.”

At his mentioned name, the brown-haired man raised a pleased hand in announcement, letting them know of his significance. “I’m the proud great-uncle.”

The sensation of Derek’s hair against your fingertips grounded you as another realization hit you. “Oh my God, you’re really going to be worse than before, aren’t you? You’ll be like a damn wolf mother.”

Derek slowly turned his head—and you thought Peter was the dramatic one—when his dark eyes did something to your libido. And the jerk knew it.

It felt like you two were only people left in the room. Your face blushed from the sexual tension even before Derek opened his mouth.

“You want to discuss this upstairs?”

“What do you intend to do?”

Derek’s eyes briefly studied the length of your body, like he had just envisioned you in naked form. “Maybe teach you some manners.”

The mere wicked suggestion—or threat—made something quiver between your legs. You nibbled on your lower lip and sent him a sultry gaze.

“Jesus, what is happening right now?”

Scott’s words went unheard while you could only focus on Derek and felt hypnotized by the mark you left on his neck. You could only empathize how he felt every time he saw his mark on you.

A sense of belonging and possession.

Your fingers stroked the teeth mark you left behind. With great satisfaction, you noticed how Derek shuddered and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

But not realizing how Peter whispered on full alert to the two boys standing next to him, “We should leave right now. No sudden movements. I’ve seen this happen with other mates. Trust me, you don’t want to stick around for that.” Their footsteps cautiously receded before the door snapped shut behind them.

Derek chased your sensitive scar with his teeth and watched in fascination as you threw your head back with a drawn-out groan. His nose smelled your pheromones in the air and a growl left his lips.

“I can smell how wet you are, (Y/N).”

You didn’t open your eyes at Derek’s crude statement. “And? What are you going to do about it?”

His breath blew against your neck and sent shivers down your spine. “Sit on my lap,” Derek whispered crudely into your ear, like a dark promise that rendered you speechless. Almost.

You couldn’t help but let reason cloud your hormones. “What? Right here? What if Peter walks in on us?”

Derek’s lips brushing on your skin was the most sensual distraction you could ever hope for. “I thought I told you to stop mentioning the name of my uncle when we’re about to have sex or my cock’s deep inside you,” he groaned into your neck.

A startled gasp left your lips when Derek followed actions to his words and his strong arms lifted you onto his hardened member. You threw your head back at the feel of Derek’s tongue tasting your skin. “You should me hear me when I’m masturbating then, Derek.”

Out of nowhere, Derek’s warm hand slipped beneath the front of your jeans and caressed your naked skin under your panties. Wetness pooled in your underwear, just imagining Derek wanting to get rough with you. You closed your eyes and rubbed your crotch against his, unable to take anymore of this maddening teasing.

Derek seemed to have the same idea. “Don’t make me get rough with you,” he mumbled gruffly and tore his eyes to your jeans zipper, fumbling with the metallic contraption. “When did you start wearing jeans? Jesus…”

You had to hide your smile at Derek’s impatient hands wanting to get in your pants and soon enough, cool air was touching your overheated skin as he dropped your pants with a rustling sound on the hardwood floor.

Derek leaned his head back to gaze possessively at you while his hand slid to the front of your panties until his fingers savored the pooling wetness, trying to get you ready for him.

“You’re so soft and warm, you know?”

You licked your parched lips as your throat felt far too dry to answer to Derek’s softly spoken words. Mindlessly, your hips ground into his greedy hand, feeling addicted to that high you were chasing.

“You’re going to take me so well, aren’t you?”

“And I’d expect less talking, more action for that to happen, Derek.” you enticed defyingly.

Derek smirked before retorting, “Off with that.” His fingers tugged at the underwear to show what he was secretly after.

You pulled at your drenched panties and didn’t pay it no mind as it fell next to your jeans on the floor. While standing up to gain some balance, Derek did quick and easy work with his own and dragged his pants and boxers to his knees, letting his swollen member spring free.

“Come here,” Derek murmured softly and beckoned you with both hands.

You didn’t need more of an invitation than that and nestled yourself onto his lap, letting his cock slip into your wet entrance.

“Do you feel that? I’m practically dripping for you.”

Derek let out a satisfied little grunt when he was fully inside you, feeling completely wrapped in your heat. Your fingers went behind your back to pull the pullover over your head before a content sigh left your lips at the thrill of Derek’s hands getting comfortable on your hips.

“I’ve never been this hard,” Derek admitted with a low grunt.

A soft gasp left you when you finally started moving on top of him, getting used to him filling you deliciously.

You closed your eyes and just needed to feel the tingling sensation coming from your pussy. “God, that feels so good,” you hummed lowly.

The back of Derek’s head was leaning against the couch. His tense expression was doing things to you—you couldn’t help imagining how Derek was barely controlling himself from pounding into you. For now, Derek was content in letting you set the rhythm while he leaned back. There was something carnal in him not taking off his shirt.

The smell of sex was slowly filling the air, mingled with wet sounds as Derek thrust into you. A sharp but luscious pang shot through you at Derek’s fingers clenching on your hips. You leaned forward until his feverish breath hit your neck, leaving goosebumps behind.

“Damn, you’re still so fucking tight,” Derek hissed between clenched teeth as his hands spurred you on and helped your movements.

“I need you, Derek,” the ardent whisper left you, with your arms framing his face. “Please, harder.” Your nipples hardened at the feel of his shirt brushing against them with every thrust.

Derek didn’t need to hear more than that before his cock rammed into you at a gruesome pace.

Panting breaths settled against the side of Derek’s head, air ruffled through his dark hair. You hummed in contentment, with your eyes closed. “Hmmm, just like that,” you uttered in a high-pitched sound and felt your fingers tighten on his hair strands, as you held on to Derek for dear life.

Droplets of sweat were starting to form on his forehead. There was something about Derek’s throat revealing protruding veins that made him look strangely attractive.

Sucking sounds mingled with the pulsating sensation of his thick penis brushing like pure torture against your swollen clit.

“Are you close?” Derek whispered into your covered cleavage, blowing warm air on your skin.

Judging by the pounding and tingling feeling in your wet sex, you certainly were.

Without saying any words, you only nodded your head with some non-verbal humming sounds. “Hmmm…”

Derek’s warm and winded breath settled between your heaving breasts before he wrenched you towards him. Your clit pounded in incessantly at his intimate closeness and then finally—

Your sex clenched on Derek’s cock. Your body trembled until you just gave in and dropped entirely spent on his chest.

His eyes were glowing a blue hue.

Derek groaned before he rammed with a ferocious energy into you, barely giving you a moment to breathe. You felt like putty in his hands, all too willing to let Derek do to you whatever he yearned for. His hips thrust deep and hard before his whole body tensed.

Your fingers clung to Derek’s still-clothed upper body, you actually quirked a smirk at him forgoing any patience and just going for a quick fuck.

You could feel warm fluid hit in spurts into the deep corners of your womb. A shudder went through his whole body, with his hips weakly thrusting into your wet sex.

You were snuggling into his warmth, mouthing against his neck, “Peter’s gonna want to burn that couch now.”

Derek rolled his eyes and released his all-too familiar heavy sigh. “What is it with your fascination in talking about Peter when I’m balls-deep inside you?”

You chuckled at Derek’s weary voice, more than his sullen words. “Oh, you know you’re the only one for me, Hale.” Your hands framed his face, feeling his bristling stubble against your skin. Derek could’ve been mistaken for a cat, with the way he was nuzzling against you and contently closed his eyes.

Derek’s burning cheeks would have been distracting enough if it weren’t for his gaze longingly caressing your stomach. That wolf pregnancy of yours wasn’t visible yet to human senses but Derek was operating on a different level.

His cock was softening inside your wet heat. After licking his lips, Derek absentmindedly stroked the naked skin of your belly. Like he was able to feel the life growing inside you, appreciating every second he could be in his or her presence.

“Trust me, I’m sure of that, now more than ever,” Derek whispered, as if he was sharing a secret in that safe bubble you both were in.

You raised your eyebrows and felt teasing bewilderment shine in your eyes as you tilted your head. “So, all you needed to do was to plant your seed in my womb for your inner wolf to be content, huh?”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say that your thoughts were a soft murmur breaching his mind because Derek’s assured himself by keeping you close to him. His hands framed your hips and the pad of his thumbs softly caressed your stomach.

Derek’s green-eyed gaze didn’t waver and warmed your skin, imagining what he was seeing — a swollen belly way in the future. Distraction was visible in his shrugging shoulders. “I was content before but this … is different. I’m a simple man.” His voice turned into a grumbling whisper. “I can’t help myself from envisioning a few wolf pups running around. Teaching them everything. How to hunt, how we use our senses. Seeing them shift the first time. Hearing their howl the very first time.”

Simultaneously, Derek’s admission made your heart race and everything inside you soften. Honestly, you were seeing what he was seeing. You never would’ve imagined to have that with Derek, or at all—to have everything you ever dreamed of. A family.

You nervously licked your lips, feeling light-headed from those musing thoughts or maybe it just truly hit you for the first time.

“I never took you for such a sentimental one.” Your fingers stroked his cheeks, seeking that connection you two harbored.

“Please don’t tell anyone else. I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”

“Your secret’s safe with me.”

Tagging: @mellowstatesmanhandsempath @ravenmoore14 @jayjaymaebank @sundownridge @britty443 @captain-america5 @staradorned @shesthelastjedi @bipizzapringle @jqkienwksne @avengersgirllorianna @pixiiebutt @deepestcollectiveglitter @packmomhale @msrawog @capture-the-moment-on-camera @captainrogers-19 @alainabooks143 @illyrian-fire-cracker @storrmynights @smile-sugar @gladiosamicitias @daringvixon @cncogirl18 @nevertoofarfromivar @demonicbusiness

#steph writes #derek hale x reader #mates #watchtowerindistress #derek hale #Derek hale x y/n #derek hale x you #derek hale x female reader #tyler hoechlin #derek hale imagines #derek hale imagine #derek hale x oc #derek hale x yn #teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf imagine

503 notes · View notes

velvetcloxds · 2 years ago

Note

Monique at this point idk what associates with dilf!derek cuz he basically is now with Eli so😆 would you be up for something like Der picking you up from a night out all drunk and he’s all sweet and patient with you?

TIPSY | D.H.

word count: 1k

warnings: reader being a lightweight, mentions alcohol consumption- I included your idea of reader meeting eli as well, fem!reader, age gap

Derek was surprised, to say the least when you told him you were going out for some drinks with Malia, for many reasons but the biggest was the fact that he knew without a doubt that you were a lightweight and in comparison to Malia who quite literally couldn't get drunk, he knew the night wouldn't be ending all that well for you. So, when Malia called saying you refused to let her drive you to her place because you insisted that Derek pick you up, he wasn't surprised and didn't waste much time driving over to the bar to get you.

He heard Malia lovingly reprimanding you before he even turned the corner to see you sat on the curb, twiddling your feet to the beat of the music streaming out from the bar, looking a lovely mess as you hummed along. He couldn't help a small grin at the sight of you, already expecting a rough ride home when you jumped up and stumbled, caught by a very frustrated yet not any less caring Malia who was just as happy as you were when he stopped in front of you.

"Bear," you cooed, excitement earning a little hiccup from you as you reached for him, his arms ready to catch you as you hugged him, hands snaking around his torso as you brushed your face up and down his shirt, unintentionally mimicking a cat, delighted by the fact that he came.

"Hi, honey," he purred right back, a warm hand resting on your lower back as he shook his head, knowing the use of the pet name would keep your dazed mind busy long enough for him to turn his attention to his cousin watching the whole scene play out. "You were supposed to watch her," he reminded her and looked down at you, eyes fighting to stay open as you brought a hand up to fiddle with the zipper of his jacket. "How much did she have to drink?"

"Not enough to have her this drunk," Malia argued and she was right, you'd have defended her if you were more yourself, you truly only had a few cocktails, maybe a few more than you should've but definitely not enough to have you pushing a little past tipsy. "She only had a few of those sweet drinks, she clearly just can't hold her liquor."

"Okay, thank you for calling me and for staying with her, I'll take her to my place," you were happy with that, looking up at him with big eyes and your chin on his shirt as he brushed some smudged mascara from the side of your eye. "You like the sound of that?" he teased and when your smile grew he simply had to kiss your nose, it's boyfriend taxes for having to witness such cuteness without warning.

"Is Eli home?" now, were you sober that question would not have made you excited, were you sober you'd have been completely terrified to officially meet Eli for the first time in this state. You'd heard all about him and him about you, greeted each other over voice notes, or waved at him over facetime before he headed to school, but never the big deal first meeting.

"He is," you gasped, and pulled away, wiping at your face, then softer than a second ago you brought a hand up to wipe at his as well, fixing his beard and nodding when you approved of your work.

"Now we look pretty," you explained and turned to Malia who had assumed you'd forgotten that she was there, to begin with. "Do you want to come to meet Eli too?"

"I think we've had enough Malia time tonight, don't you?" Derek was already searching for his keys in his pocket, a little nod telling Malia that he owes her for looking out for you, the girl giving you a quick side-hug and pretending to ignore you very loudly saying goodbye to her.

It was a mission getting you into the car, you insisted on walking yourself and failing horribly at the act, you'd never really mastered walking in heels sober let alone a little drunk but Derek humored you. However, when you were trying to buckle yourself in with shaky hands and pouted lips he decided to step in.

"You all settled in?" he asked, looking around to make sure you were comfortable, a stray jacket he'd left in the car already propped behind your head and legs folded rather uncomfortably under you.

"Almost," you breathed and he raised a brow at you, curious about what you needed, trying to think of something to use in case you were feeling sick but you simply pouted your lips more, lifting a red-painted finger to point at your lips. "A kiss," you demanded and he would be cruel to make you wait, he wanted to cave instantly, but of course, he didn't.

"You want a kiss?" his hand was still on your stomach from where he held you back to buckle you up and he was happy for that because it gave you an excuse to touch him, both hands gripping his as you nodded. "Alright, since you asked so nicely," and he didn't make you wait any longer, brushing a quick kiss onto your impatient lips.

"Okay, now you can take me home," he laughed lightly at that, squeezing your hand before closing the door and walking around to the other side of the car. You took hold of Derek's hand again as soon as the car started, twisting yourself so you could watch him, the smile not leaving your lips as he drove, not even when you started falling asleep.

Derek carried you into the house, trying to be quiet in the living room but it wasn't much use when he bumped a lamp with your legs, cursing under his breath when the light in the hallway turned on a few seconds later, a tired and confused Eli stumbling into the room.

"Dad?" he was barely awake, looking around for context clues until his eyes landed on you, fast asleep in his dad's arms, snoring lightly and Derek quickly reminded the boy to be quiet. "Is that Y/n?" he asked, much softer this time, with many more questions on the tip of his tongue after his dad nodded. "Is she okay?"

"She's fine, I'm going to get her into bed and then I'll explain," and that's what he did, cooing softly when you moved around after he tucked you in, mumbling incoherently but cuddling further into his pillow, entirely unphased by your surroundings now that you were surrounded entirely by his scent.

"You have a girl in your bed," Eli noted from behind the kitchen counter, a smirk on his face as he took a long sip from his glass, the now empty jug of orange juice standing next to his fisted hand.

"I've never done that before," Derek replied, looking back to make sure he closed the door before joining his son in the kitchen. "I didn't want it to happen like this, I know she didn't either. We had a plan and I was supposed to talk to you about it first."

"It's fine, dad," he sighed, and Derek was surprised to see the smile on his lips, the boy looking rather smug from where he stood. "It's not like it's just some girl, it's Y/n," he stated very lightly, and he'd never say it out loud, but it was annoyingly obvious how much happier his dad was since meeting you and it was even more obvious how much he cared for you. "Your Y/n," he added and Derek wasn't sure his heart could be filled with so much pride because of such a simple sentence but he was wrong, very wrong.

"You'll love her," Derek beamed, in thought really, trying to figure out how to make the next morning as perfect as possible, for you and for Eli. "She's so special, Eli, you'll love her."

"I'm sure I will," he agreed and they shared a light laugh, them having a heart-to-heart was a foreign concept in the Hale house, foreign but entirely welcome. "So should I bring up her being drunk at breakfast?"

"Not if you enjoy living," and Eli knew the man was not kidding.

#derek hale #derek hale x reader #derek hale x you #derek hale x yn #derek hale fluff #derek hale one shot #derek hale drabble #derek hale blurb #derek hale imagine #derek hale fic #derek hale fanfic #derek hale fanfiction #dilf!derek hale #dbf!derek hale #right where queue left me #monique's writing events

524 notes · View notes

realityescapee01 · 3 years ago

Text

Dating Tyler Hoechlin...

You working with the music score team for the new Teen Wolf movie.

Everybody immediately liking you. Most of the guys having a crush on you because you're so adorable. Cute. Loveable.

Tyler Posey and Dylan O'brien being the ones who have the biggest crush on you.

All of them not knowing you are Hoechlin's girlfriend. They all had a video chat with Tyler once and Tyler said: by the way guys, have you met Y/N? Everyone saying they like you so much. They adore you. And him saying: That's good. She's my girlfriend.

Ohmygod! Everyone's so shocked and happy to know that. Because you are so awesome. And Hoechlin is equally awesome. They all ship you so hard. Posey and Dylan apologizing. "Hoech, Dude! We're sorry. We're crushing so hard on your girlfriend." To which Tyler just laughed and said "I knew it! I can't blame you. She is very loveable." The two boys pledging to behave and guard you from outer threats. Tyler laughing and thanking them. "You better. I'd be there in 2 weeks."

Posey and Dylan are always with you, making sure you're okay and happy. Posey always singing and jamming with you on breaks. Sharing songs and bands. Dylan joining in as the drummer. Posey making sure you get your coffee fix and delivering Tyler's orders for you. Sometimes Tyler orders deliveries for you. Coffee. Desserts. Japanese food. Your favorites.

You hanging out with Posey and Dylan. Them asking you things about you and Tyler. How you met. Who confessed first. How long you've been together. What you like most physically about Tyler. And you would answer: his eyes. You love his eyes so much. And the two would nod vigorously. And then you'd say his smile... and then his everything. Then they would nod vigorously again, in chorus. Then they would tell funny stories about Tyler from way back.

When he calls you, the others are behind you, giggling. You laughing at them. Tyler also laughing at them. And it turns into a group video call. "Ohmygod! You're so cute! The two of you!!!" Dylan would be so giddy. Swooning. Tyler would say "Aww, thanks man." And then they'd talk some more. Until Dylan would say: "Enough guys, let's leave them lovey doveys alone." And they'd all leave but would tease you with: "yihiiiiii" and would make hearts with their hands. Tyler would laugh out loud at how you'd blush on it.

Tyler finally arriving on set from his other project. And everyone was so giddy and excited for you two to see each other. "Ohgods, you guys!" You would exclaim as they wait with you for Tyler to appear. His car pulling up and him coming out of it. Tyler smiled at you and greeted them. "Hey, guys!" He said as he walked towards you and then hugged you. The gang behind you squealed. Both of you laughing at them. Tyler shooing them away. "Shh! Go away!" him saying playfully at them. "It was so nice to see you guys again. We'll catch up later. I'm taking Y/N out for lunch." To which everyone answered "Alright. Have fun." Posey and Dylan making hearts with their arms as they sent you off.

-+-+-+ ( complete ) +-+-+-

more works here on my master list. thank you.

#tyler hoechlin #reader #tyler hoechlin x reader #imagine #fic #tyler hoechlin imagine #derek hale #you #yn #tyler posey #dylan o'brien #dating #dating tyler hoechlin #teen wolf

216 notes · View notes

s0urw00lf · 2 years ago

Text

Protectors- magic bullet

Derek hale x reader

Hi ok so this took so long to wright omg, anyway I hope you like it there's not a lot of moments between Derek and reader but I added a more at the end

Ps (Her healing looks much like Derek’s except the color.)

Y/n stood behind Derek as he bent down looking at a drop of blood. “Do you know whose it is?” She whispered, bending down behind him. “No, it’s like the scent is covered” he whispered back. The pair heard something causing them to look around on high alert. Y/ns senses were more heightened than Derek’s in times like these. Y/n turned her head forward seeing the alpha climb the side of the building across from them. Seeing this she sprinted towards it assuming Derek was right behind her, she was right. She knew when she saw Derek running right beside her jumping over objects trying to catch up to the alpha. They climbed to the roof of a random building and Derek sniffed the air trying to catch its scent while y/n tried tracking its energy. Y/n jumped to the next roof about to start running after the alpha again but before she could a gunshot rang through the air causing her to turn to where the sound came from only to see Derek fall back and off the roof. Y/n quickly ran to the edge of the roof and muttered a spell to somewhat break his fall.

Once y/n saw that he was on the ground and alive she jumped off the roof using the same spell she used on Derek to break her fall. Once she landed she ran to Derek who was perched up against a random building. “Damn it Derek” she whispered shouted as she reached him falling down to her knees lifting up his sleeve to see the bullet wound letting out some sort of a blue smoke. Derek’s face winced in pain as he leaned his head back against the building. “Here let me try and take some of the pain” she whispered, grabbing his arm but before she could mutter the spell Derek’s other hand slapped hers away “no don’t you're gonna use too much energy.” He huffed out. Y/n looked at him as if the was the dumbest thing she had ever heard “you do know it is my job to protect the people I live and you are at the very top of the list right?” She asked before putting her hand right back in the place it was causing him to glare at her. “Glare all you want to wolf man we’re not leaving until you let me take some of your pain away” she said muttering a spell causing her eyes to glow the vibrant purple and purple lines began to flow up hers and Derek’s arm. His tense body relaxed at the feeling of relief. “Come on we gotta go before whoever shot you comes to finish off the job” she said before helping the wounded werewolf up.

Time skip————

It is now the next day school had just let out and Derek and y/n met at the back of the school. “So did you find him?” She asked Derek who was very ill looking. He leaned up against the school building “no” he huffed “did you?” He asked. Yn sighed worried “no but I did find out he’s going out to Allison’s today, she may have the bullet in her house, considering Kate’s here” she mumbled the last part but she knew Derek heard her. “What?” His head shot up at this. “Oh nothing, just your physic ex-girlfriend is in town. No biggie” y/n sassed finding her nails interesting. She then shook her head and helped Derek up as he now could barely walk without any assistance. “Whatever we’ll talk about this when you're not on the brink of death, plus school just let out so they should be in the parking lot” she said. When they reached the Parking lot they stopped right in the middle of the road when Derek unexpectedly collapsed bringing y/n with him. She heard a tire screech and a ‘Jesus these guys are everywhere’ coming from inside she immediately knew it was stiles and she let out a breath of relief. “Der you gotta try and control your shift if not that then your eyes” she whispers as Scott and stiles came running from beside stiles jeep “what are you doing here” Scott asked. “I was shot” Derek said, breathing heavily. “He’s not looking so good dude” stiles says to Scott

“He can't, I've been trying to heal him all night, it was a different kind of bullet” y/n spoke up from behind him. She was behind Derek keeping him upright. “A silver bullet?” Stiles asked, leaning forward a bit. “No you idiot” “wait, wait, that’s what she meant when she said you have 48 hours” Scott said in recollection. “Wha- who said that” y/n asked, her voice stern. “The person who shot him” Scott replied. Before y/n could say anything Derek’s body tensed and his eyes shifted again. Scott looked around in panic “what are you doing stop that” he said. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you, I can’t” Derek growled. “Derek, get up” Scott commanded. People around them started to get impatient honking their horns ready to leave the school.

Stiles helped Scott lift Derek off of y/n and put him in stiles jeep. Y/n grabbed Scott’s arm “Scott I need you to find out what bullet she used” y/n commanded voice stern. “How the hell am I supposed to do that?” Scott asked. Derek spoke up from the jeep “she’s an argent, she’s with them”. Scott looked at Derek “why should I help you, y/n I’d help but why you?” He asked. At this y/n pushed Scott’s shoulder back becoming defensive “because you need him I can only teach you so much, but if he dies, I will kill you myself, and it will be a slow and very painful death” she threatened. “Find the goddamn bullet” she ordered. Scott looked at her for a second “fine, I’ll try”. At this y/n smiled and patted his shoulder muttering ‘good choice’ and got into the jeep and stiles took off. Stiles drove impatiently as he called Scott repeatedly. He turned to Derek “hey- try not to bleed out on my seats okay? We’re almost there”he says. Y/n perks up at this and Derek asks the same question she was about to ask “almost where?”. Stiles sighed and looked at y/n through the rear view mirror and said “to your house”. “What no you can’t take me there” Derek says. At this y/n looks at him in confusion “wha- I can’t take you to your house?” Stiles asked as if he had just heard the dumbest thing in the world. “Not if I can’t protect myself” he said “umm excuse me?” Yn spoke up from the back “I can’t leave you to protect us both y/n” Derek says rolling his eyes “hun I’m literally made to protect multiple beings at once… it’s my job, but if it makes you feel better fine” she mumbled the last part.

Stiles speaks up from the driver's seat aggravated “so what happens if Scott doesn’t find your little magical bullet hmm? Are you dying? '' he said, waving his unoccupied hand. “No I have a last resort” he said. This was news to y/n so she leaned forward “care to fill me in on it” she asked as Derek pulled up his sleeve. Upon seeing the wound stiles gagged in disgust turning the car engine off “oh my g- is that contagious? You know what you should probably just get out.” He said disgusted using his arm to cover the view of the wound. “Start the car” Derek growled. “I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look, okay? In fact, I think, if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little Werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead.” Stiles threatened with a boost of confidence. Y/n sat back entertained by her boyfriend and brother bickering with each other. “Start the car or I’m gonna rip your throat out… with my teeth '' Derek threatened. Y/n almost laughed out loud at the look on stiles face as he cranked up the engine. Y/n sat for a second before a sharp pain pierced her brain causing her to let out a gasp and pulled into a vision.

“Y/n” she heard her voice being called as she looked at her surroundings but she couldn’t see anything just plain white. “Who’s there?” Y/n said taking a defensive stance ready for anything. “Calm down child” the voice said. “Who are you? What do you want from me?” She asked. “Y/n I’ve been waiting to speak with you, your mind is very strong” the voice said. “Yeah it’s like that for a reason, who are you?” She asked again, still looking around, “I don't have a lot of time, your mind will only allow it for so long, listen, protect those around you. But don’t get pulled into ill intentions.” The voice said. “What the hell does that mean?” She asked. “Language” the voice said slightly louder. “Sorry?” Y/n said. “What does that mean? Who around me has ill intentions.” She asked. “Don’t let the need for power cloud your judgment” the voice said. Y/n shook her head confused just as she was about to ask another question she was pulled out of the vision

When she opened her eyes she saw stiles pulling into the animal clinic, “what the hell are we doing here” she asked. “Scott told me to take you here, never mind that, what the hell happened to you?” Stiles asked. “A vision?” She replied looking down thinking about what the voice said . “You get visions?” He asked surprised. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had one but this one was different” hearing this Derek turned to her and asked “different how?” before she shook her head dismissing what he had just asked and got out of the jeep and helping Derek out and into the vet.

Once settled Derek took his shirt off making stiles Gag once again at his wound “okay, you know, that really doesn’t look like anything some echinacea and a good nights sleep couldn’t take care of” he said covering his view of the wound y/n was looking around for anything that could possibly help Derek “if the infection reached his heart it’ll kill him” she said opening a drawer filled with herbs. “Positivity just isn’t in your vocabulary is it?” He asked exasperatedly. “If he doesn’t get the bullet in time- last resort” Derek said, looking like a small gust of wind could knock him out. Y/n turned towards him still not aware of this “last resort” so she asked “you ever plan on letting me know what this ‘last resort’ is?” While folding her arms. “What she said” Stiles said, mentioning to the girl behind him. Derek pulled a tool out and placed it on the table “your gonna cut my arm off” he huffed. At this the two groaned stiles in distress and y/n in annoyance.

“What if you bleed to death” y/n heard a very faint heartbeat getting louder. She walked out of the room and to the entrance of the clinic she saw Scott on his bike. At the sight y/n let out a breath of relief abt he had been holding in since Derek had been shot but she was still afraid that it wouldn’t work. Scott jumped off his bike and ran through the door of the clinic “Y/N? STILES?” He yelled y/n grabbed his arm and pulled him into the room where stiles was holding the tool to Derek’s arm “I leave for five seconds!” Y/n yelled, taking the tool from stiles. Stiles sighs in relief “oh thank god” he says “you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares”.

Derek looks at Scott “did you get it?” He asked and Scott pulls out a bullet and gives it to Derek who immediately it’s the tip off and pours the gunpowder on the table before collapsing to the ground. Y/n ran to Derek's side and stiles to the other “oh god is he dead” stiles yelled in distress. “No he passed out you idiot” she said, placing her hand on his chest to send a to his heart hoping it would wake him up and it did. Derek sat up immediately and stood up using the table to keep himself stable. He grabbed a lighee and put the flame up to the powder and blue smoke evaporated from the powder making the powder now available to heal Derek so he took it in his hand and put it into his wound making him from to the ground writhing in pain while shifted. Y/n found the sight hot but she wouldn’t comment on it… right now.

After about seven seconds Derek was finally healed and the color returned back to his face. When y/n saw that he was completely healed she went to hug Derek but Scott cut her off ranting about Allison and the argents making y/n roll her eyes and groan “am I ever gonna get my boyfriend back to myself” she mumbled leaving the two. Stiles followed behind the girl and asked if she needed a ride soon after hearing Derek was taking Scott somewhere. The girl took his offer and let him drive her home where she waited about an hour for Derek to return.

Y/n was standing in the mirror when Derek entered the room sighing. “You left” he said. “Yeah well you had a date with Scotty boy and I was tired so…” she replied turning towards the man “a date huh?” He teased grabbing her hips pulling her closer to him smirking. “Yes, a date” she said, biting back a smile. They stared in each other's eyes for a second before Derek leaned down and kissed y/n softly. She bought her arms to wrap around his neck kissing back. He pulled away, putting his forehead to hers. She smiled looking into the green eyes that she had grown to love so deeply “I was really worried you know” she said. “I know, but I also know that you won’t let anything happen to me” he said, meaning every word. And he was right, y/n would give her own life to save anyone she loved, especially him. “Let’s get some sleep, after you take a shower because you stink, stiles wasn’t lying” she said the last part before running out of the room knowing the mention of stiles aggravates Derek because in his words ‘I have had enough of stiles for a lifetime’. About an hour later Derek entered the room with his hair wet and in sweats. “It seems like you’ve been shirtless all day.” Y/n teased. Derek payed down next to y/n “don’t act like you don’t like seeing me shirtless.” He said. “Oh no I love seeing you shirtless, you should have seen yourself when you were healing” she said, raising her eyebrows smiling. Derek turned towards her in astonishment “are you saying I’m hot when I’m in pain?” He asked smirking “whaaat nooo I would never” y/n said dragging out her words. “I was in pain y/n!” He said incredulously. “I know but I can’t help it… you were flexing your muscles and everything” she said sheepishly “go to sleep” Derek said still in disbelief making y/n let out a laugh. “Ok seriously I’m tired goodnight der” she said and he replied with a good night.

@bellabadacadabra

#teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #derek hale #stiles stilinski #derek hale x reader #scott mccall #stiles stilinski x reader #x reader #scott mccall x reader #s0urw00lf #protectors/derek hale #lydia martin #peter hale #chris argent #kate argent #allison argent #jackson whittemore

384 notes · View notes