#derekhale x reader

[stilesstilinskiwifey]

Falling in love with Derek Hale

(This takes place in season 1 the day after Scott and Stiles were in the woods)

Derek Hale x FEM! Stilinski reader

Summary: You’re Stiles sister which he is protective of. When he and Scott drag you in the woods to look for scotts inhaler you meet a beautiful green-eyed man who takes an interest in you 

Warnings: None

(BTW!!! I will not be using Y/n! Her name will be layla!)

Third POV:

Layla was getting ready for her first day back at school after summer vacation.

As she put her shoes on, she heard stiles groan while going to the bathroom to get ready.

She rolled her eyes as he cursed to himself about the woods or something.

Of course, she knew he snuck out. He’s not very quiet when trying to leave the house. 

Layla heard the toilet flush, and stiles come out of the bathroom. He knocked on her door.

“Lay? You in there?” She heard him ask

“Yeah just getting ready” She replied to him

“Okay! tell me when you’re done, I’ll be waiting for you downstairs” He yelled while running down the stairs not waiting for a response 

Layla was finished putting everything in her bag and went downstairs.

She was downstairs she grabbed an apple and bit into it

She walked out the door and walked up to stiles jeep and got inside.

“You ready or did you forget something” She asked him

“I didn’t forget anything” he said with confidence 

He checked his pockets and his face fell

“Shit! I forgot my phone” He said jumping and running out of the car and went back inside the house.

Layla laughed to herself 

——————

When stiles pulled into the school parking lot layla looked around looking for a certain strawberry Blonde. When she couldn’t find her, she texted her asking where she was

Lydia replied faster than she ever has before. 

She had replied that she stopped by the store to get something to drink and was on her way now

When stiles parked, Layla jumped out the car and ran to the front of the school

When she saw scott there she ran to him checking his face and making sure he was okay.

“Lay-Layla! what the hell are you doing?” Scott asked confused as hell wondering why she was so worried 

“I heard you on the phone with stiles yesterday! You were bitten by something and didn’t go to the hospital! You bloody idiot!” She said smacking him over his head as stiles came their way

She was about to hit him again when stiles grabbed her hand to stop me

“Enough with hitting the poor boy. he looks like a poor puppy” Stiles told her

Layla looked at scott and felt bad for hitting him

“I’m sorry scotty” She mumbled 

“It’s fine, I would hit me too if I was in your position” He laughed

She started to smile and laughed too

Stiles looked at them and went back to talking about what bit scott

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it was a wolf” Scott said

Layla blocked what they were saying and got lost in her thoughts

She snapped out of it when she felt someone pull her

She looked at who it was and saw it was lydia

“Finally” She muttered 

“Hey! I was thirsty and needed something before school” Lydia said smiling 

Layla laughed as stiles said something about lydia 

When lydia ignored stiles. layla laughed harder and stuck out her middle finger

He stuck it back at her with a straight face

“Why do you hang out with them?” Lydia asked her

“Because you decided to leave me alone with them” Layla replied back

Lydia ignored that comment and waved layla goodbye as they didn’t have first period together

Layla had math while lydia had science

——————

Layla waited outside for Scott and stiles to show up while listening to music in stiles jeep.

Layla stole his keys when he wasn’t looking so he’s probably freaking out looking for them

Bobbing her head to the music the door suddenly opened and when she looked at the person, she saw a very angry stiles standing there

“Really Layla?! I was panicking and you had them the whole time!” He yelled

“Sorry Bro, you know I’m just better at taking things and people not noticing” she replied

“Yeah, Yeah. Get out the drivers side and go to the back, you’re coming with me and Scott to look for his inhaler” he said

“No I’m not” she replied fast not wanting to go to the woods

“Well I’m your ride home, so it’s either come with us or you’re hitchhiking home” he said with a sweet smile, his words anything but.

“Fine” she said rolling her eyes and hopping out of the car, going to the back

——————

Scott, Stiles and Layla were walking in the woods searching for Scott’s inhaler

They all stopped at a spot where Scott said he saw the body

“You sure it was here” Layla asked

“Yes, I remember it like it was yesterday, oh wait IT WAS!” He said and screamed the last part

“Damn sorry” she said putting her hands up defensively

While they were searching for his inhaler, Layla was spacing in and out of her own world when she suddenly felt eyes on her

She turned around and saw a man just standing there

A very handsome man

She hit both Scott and stiles to get their attention which worked

As the man said something about this place being private property, Layla was too busy checking him out

And it seems that Derek was also checking her out

They both stopped looking at each other when stiles stood in front of her, blocking her view from Derek

He turned to her and looked at her with a serious face

“Too young” he reminded with a straight face while Scott talked to the green eyed man saying how sorry he was and they were just looking for something

They turned to leave, not before the green eyes man threw something at Scott.

They walked away after but Layla stopped and panicked

“I lost my phone” she said panicking

“It’s probably in the jeep” stiles said

“No! I had it on me over there, I’m going to check” she said about to walk away

“I’ll go with you” stiles said

“No it’s fine. Just go, I’ll be there in a minute” she said walking away after stiles agreed.

Walking back she went where they saw the green eyed man and searched the on the ground for her phone

She kept searching till she saw shoes right in front of her

She slowly looked up and saw the stranger from before

He was holding her phone!

“I think you dropped this” he said as he looked at her with a look that would make a girl fall in love so fast

He held out his hand for her to grab so he could help her up which she accepted

“Thank you” she mumbled shyly as she grabbed her phone

He gave her a nod

“I’m Derek. Derek hale” he said sticking his hand out again

She wondered why his name sounded so familiar

Then it clicked

Derek hale, his family are the ones that burned to death 6 years ago

“Layla…. Layla stilinski” she said shaking his hand

“Pretty name” he said with a side almost smile

“Thanks” she said sheepishly

“I should get going, and so should you” he said letting go of her hand after realizing he was still holding it

“Yeah you’re Right. See you around Derek” she said turning to walk away

“See you, Layla” he said walking away

When she got back to the jeep, stiles was asking her what was wrong and why she looked so shocked

She replied just saying that she was still shocked about the whole body situation which stiles believed and let it go.

Layla smiled and looked out the window think about Derek

Not knowing Derek was also thinking about her.

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This is bad!!! I know but I’m not good at writing 😭 sorry! And nobody’s probably gonna read anyways so! But if you do! I hope you enjoyed

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Masterlist...

🐞...Dean Winchester - One Shot...🐞

Don't Leave Me

Somewhere In The Sunshine

Comforting Arms

Lighthouse

🐞... Beau Arlen - One Shot ..🐞

Invisible Wall

Just One More

🐞... Supernatural Book Series ..🐞

Smoky Old Barrooms, Saving Grace & Guitars - Dean x OC

Hurting Angel - Crowley x OC

Wandering Love - Benny Lafitte x OC

Stethoscopes & Triangles - Sam x OC

🐞... Teen Wolf Book Series ..🐞

Moonflowers & Werewolves - Derek Hale x OC

🐞... Criminal Minds Book Series ..🐞

Finding Hope - Spencer Reid x OC

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PERFECT NOW| D.H.

Pairing: Derek Hale x fem!reader

Word count: 1.4K words

Warnings: negative body image, body talk, insecurities

Summary: You're feeling insecure after a party and Derek is very supportive and comforting. (Requested over Wattpad, based off Perfect Now by Louis Tomlinson)

"I've already told you that I don't want to talk about it," You groaned, throwing your bag onto the ground and rushing into his bedroom, the sound of the front door closing being a distant sound as he was behind you in seconds. "It's nothing. I'm fine, really," You clarified, calmer this time after realizing how utterly confused Derek was.

"You don't sound fine," He offered carefully, lightly tugging your arm to turn you towards him, eyes softening when they met yours. "Something upset you at the party and I will never force you to talk about something that you don't want to talk about, but I hate seeing you upset," He smiled, moving his fingers over your arm slowly. "I hate it even more if I can't do anything to make you feel better," He admitted, looking down slightly when you offered him a hesitant smile.

"You're sweet," You sighed as you stepped forward to hug him, loosely grasping onto his sides. "I really am fine though, promise," You kissed his chest before pulling away. "Now, go change, I know how much you hate wearing that stupid dress shirt," You numbly directed him into the direction of the bathroom, though he hovered, sparing you once last glance.

"I love you, Y/n," He frowned slightly, eyes drifting over you as if they were considering every breath and movement before he turned to leave. The shower turned on a few seconds later and you released an unsteady breath, clutching onto your stomach as your heart sank even deeper somehow.

Your gaze scattered around the room carefully, searching for the bag of clothes you had brought to change into after the party, and without your permission you caught an unwanted glimpse of your reflection in the mirror, brows furrowing as the sight settled itself into your mind. With a sigh, you turned towards it, allowing your eyes to rake over every feature, hands following to hide every imperfection as soon as you saw it, fingers stilling at your hips where the dress was quite a bit tighter than it was a month ago and you shifted your legs to look at the back, seeing the same situation. You released another sigh, shakier this time as you swallowed down the knot in your throat, fighting to defend yourself against the thoughts forming in your head.

"You looked beautiful tonight," Derek announced suddenly, startling you with his almost soundless re-entry into the room. "I could barely keep my eyes off you," He added, smiling to himself as he pulled on a white vest to accompany his grey sweatpants. "I also caught a few other glances of gentlemen who felt the same," He mused, playfully giving you a stern glance before laughing softly, eyes meeting yours in the mirror.

"I hardly think that's true," You objected, not matching his tone at all. "It couldn't be," You shook your head lightly with a soft scoff.

"Of course, it is," Derek noted as he walked towards you, not breaking eye contact as he stilled at your back, hands instinctively moving to your waist. "You looked breathtaking. I was but your humble escort, because not an eye in the room made it past you long enough to even notice me."

"Derek, stop," You snapped, unnecessarily annoyed as you gently swatted his hands away from your sides, noticing his confusion in the mirror as you walked away.

"What did I do?"

"Nothing," You replied just as quickly as he asked the question, closing your eyes for a second as you kicked off your shoes. "You didn't do anything. You're perfect. I just can't stand the complements right now," You explained, instantly regretting the way the words sounded. "I didn't mean it like that. I just don't feel particularly beautiful at the moment and hearing you tell me that I am, just somehow makes me feel even worse," You shook your head as you tiredly turned to look at him. "I sound ridiculous."

"No," He said as he stepped closer. "Your feelings are perfectly valid and you are entitled to feel utterly appalled by my compliments of your beauty," He sighed. "I will, however, not stand for any Y/n slander in this household, so I would carefully and sweetly insist that we talk about this."

"Very diplomatic," You noted, smiling carefully as he looked you over.

"I don't want to upset you any more than you already are, I just want to understand," He explained sheepishly and you nodded, heart warming by the second as you looked over at the man you loved, a ridiculously kind man who fought his own demons daily yet so easily dropped it all at the drop of a hat to comfort the girl he loved.

"They look at us," You began and he tilted his head. "You and I, when we do things together, people stare, they're all wondering the same thing. They're all simply curious as to why in the hell you're with me," You lifted a hand to stop him from interrupting. "I know you love me and I love you more than I could ever put into words, sometimes I just wish I was a little less me and little more like the girl you should be with."

"Y/n," He breathed, stopping himself with a shaky sigh as he walked towards you. "I don't think you understand just how much you mean to me. I don't think I ever for a second deserved to have found someone who makes me feel so much joy, so much joy, that somehow every dark spec of my existence has been overflowed with the overwhelming light that you bring," He took your hand carefully. "I see your insecurities; I hear your heart and I know that words are just words and I couldn't possibly undo the scrutiny in the eyes which you look at yourself with. I just wish you could even for a second see yourself from my point of view and know just what you are to me. "

"I wish I could too," You gripped his hand tighter. "But the stupid dress is smaller, and I've somehow defied the laws of exercise because no matter what I do, it doesn't work, and food makes me happy, so why can't I enjoy it? I just find myself waiting to be pretty, to eat guiltfree in public and dance in a room full of people without any embarrassment.  And I feel like awful, because no matter how many times you say it and no matter how much I wish I could just believe it, I find myself waiting to be worthy of your love," You avoided his gaze as tears delicately trickled down you cheeks. "Worthy of my own love, but I don't know where to start," He pulled you into his chest as the words surrounded you.

"You start right here," He offered surely, holding on tightly and you balled his shirt between your fingers. "And we move forward together. I will love you, until you learn to love yourself, and I will hold you when you break, and I will help you collect the pieces and glue them back together," He moved his hands into your hair as he attentively kissed the top of your head. "I will remind you that even when the tears are falling down, still, somehow, you're perfect now."

"I love you," You whispered, closing your eyes against him.

"And I love you," He promised and pulled you even closer. "Enough for the both of us, for now."

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Dating Derek Hale would include...

him always giving you his T-shirts’ and henleys to wear 😩💗

Let’s all be honest we know he’s a FREAK in the sheets so yeah there’s that🤪

Him always being warm bc of his raised blood temp so CUDDLING is a must

Speaking of cuddling this man wants you to lie LITERALLY ON TOP OF HIM

Watching him workout🥵

CONSTANT SEXUAL TENSION BC THIS MAN IS A WHOLE ASS MEAL

Would become a serial killer to protect you if that’s what it took 🤡👍

His eyes go alpha red when he gets turned on #sorrynotsorry

Getting to go on adventures with the gang

Him teaching you self defence

This leads to lots of okay fights ending in more than okay fights if ya know what I mean

TEASING

Yeah I think u guys can fill in the blanks bc this man would be everything u need and more

🥺💗

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Message me which ones you want to see and for who!

I’m currently writing for Draco Malfoy x Reader and Derek Hale x Reader so lmk!!

Comment here or inbox me I really wanna write and want to know what u guys want to read🥰

Prompt List #1

A/N: phew finally finished my first prompt list. a vast majority of these are my own but there are a few that I found online/was inspired by.

Prompt List #2

Fluff

“Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

“It’s you, it always has been.”

“You’re everything I could’ve wanted and more.”

“Kiss me.”

“Home stopped being a place when you entered my life.” 

“You should probably go home.” “But I’m already home.”

“You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”

“I’d do anything for you.” 

“You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one.”

“Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

“I’m so proud of you.” 

“Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.”

“I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

“You are my family.”

“I’m right here.”

“Can you just please hold me?” 

“I’m pretty sure (you’re/she’s/he’s/they’re) my soulmate”

“You come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.”

“You know, I think my (mother/father/parents) would be proud if I brought (you/her/him/them) home.” 

“I just want to see you happy.”

“I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile like that in ages.” 

“You made me a better person. Thank you.” 

“I’d rather live in the woods with you than in a mansion with some (girl/boy/person) I barely know.”

“This reminded me of you.” 

“Your hair is really soft.”

“You’re really warm.”

“Are you blushing?”

“Can I stay here tonight?”

“Because I love you.”

“I’ve been in-love with you since we were kids.”

“I’m never going to leave you. I promise.”

“Make a wish!”

“I love seeing you smile.”

“Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”

“I just want to be there for you.”

“I couldn’t get you out of my mind.”

“You’re just a softie.”

“You owe me.” “Fine, whatever you like.”

“You’re safe now, I’m here.”

“Why are you scared of loving?”

“You are crushing me right now.”

“Darling I love you and all, but please step out fo the kitchen.”

“I love you.”

“You’re an idiot.” “But I am your idiot.”

“Take my hand. Just trust me.”

“You’re hurt. Please just let heal it.”

“At least let me clean it.”

“I told you to take care of yourself.”

“You’re the only thing that matters.”

“Stay.”

Angst

“I’m leaving.” “Of course you are, that’s all you know how to do.”

“You started drinking again, didn’t you?” 

“You promised you’d stop drinking.” “And you promised you wouldn’t hurt me!″

“But it’s my fault right?”

“I don’t want to feel this. I want to be numb again.”

“You’re lying to me again. Why can’t you just tell me the truth for once?” 

“I love you.” “No you don’t” 

“I can’t lose you.” “You already did.”

“Did it mean anything to you? Did I mean anything to you?”

“How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?”  

“I loved you.” “Then why did you let (her/him/them) get in between us?”

“Maybe they were right, you never did change.” 

“This is all in my head. It’s all happening in my head.”

“Don’t you dare walk away from this!” 

“What gives you the right to just waltz back into my life after all the pain you’ve caused.”

“You’ve changed.”

“You win, happy?”

“Any other lies left to tell me?”

“Why did you wait until I moved on?”

“Don’t look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you still love me.”

“Its (her/him/them), isn’t it?”

“It’s always been (her/him/them).”

“When did you stop loving me?”

“Let me go.”

“You’re not you.”

“I miss the old you.”

“What happened to their happily ever after?” “Not all love stories get a happily ever after, sometimes it’s just once upon a time.” 

“Move out of my way before I make you.”

“You deserve better.”

“I risked my life for you.”

“I never would’ve thought (she/he/they)’d end up with someone else.”

“They were perfect for each other.”

“I was happier with you.”

“I would’ve done anything for you.”

“I loved you. I loved you so so much but you hurt me.” 

“They warned me about this.” “About what?” “You.” 

“Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.” 

“You broke me.”

“You just threw four years of friendship out the window.”

“Hasn’t this addiction done enough damage already?”

“Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”

“You promised.”

“I don’t need help! I need an end to this pain.”

“What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.”

“Leave.”

“I can’t keep playing pretend.”

“You deserve so much better.”

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”

“I wish we never met.”

“I’m sorry I’m not enough for you.”

General

“I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.” 

“It’s pouring rain why are you here?”

“I love you.” “You shouldn’t.”

“Where are you?”

“What happened?”

“Have you been taking care of yourself?”

“Is that blood?” “Yes but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” “You are literally bleeding.”

“Is that my book?”

“Are they dead?”

“You want to play pretend? Well two can play at that game.”

“Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

“Come back to bed. Please.” 

“You’re who they warned me about.” 

“Come back.”

“You should’ve listened to me.”

“I haven’t seen you in days.” 

“Are you jealous?”

“Cheers, I’ll drink to that.” “You drink to everything.” “Cheers!”

“Why is there a deer in the room?” 

“Is that vodka? At 7 in the morning?”

“It’s not my choice.”

“Can we take this home?”

“Hey, look at me. Focus on me alright?” 

“I haven’t seen (her/him/them) smile in months.”

“(She/he/they) don’t belong with (her/him/them)!” “Than who do(es) (she/he/they) belong with?” “…..with me.”

“Come home.”

“I hope you’re happy.”

“They don’t need to know.”

“I made this for you.”

“Why is arson always your first answer?”

“Is this really the time for jokes?” 

“You always do this.” 

“Wake me up when it’s over.” 

“You look happy.” 

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” 

“Why can’t I get you out of my head?”

“Do you want that?”

“Don’t let go.” 

“Just let me stay.”

“Can I at least tell my side of the story?” 

“Do you trust me?” 

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Is the weight of your sins too heavy?”

“Just let me see (her/him/them) one last time. Please.”

“Are you afraid to die?”

“Are they really ‘just a friend’?”

“I wasn’t lying when i told you that I loved you.”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“Have you been sleeping?”

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

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I Could Get Used to This - Derek Hale

Y/N POV:

“Hey Der...” I break the comfortable silence and he looks up from his food, raising an eyebrow in question, “It’s okay if you say no... I just... Will you go to prom with me? Like everyone else is partnered off and I realised you never actually got to go t-“

“Y/N,” He sets down his drink with a soft sigh which makes me look down at my full English breakfast that doesn’t seem that appetising anymore as I know I’m about to get rejected, “You need to ask someone you want to go with, not just because I didn’t get to go to my school prom.” 

“But I do want to go with you Der,” I finally raise my eyes to meet his kaleidoscope ones and he reaches out, resting a hand over mine, silently asking if I’m sure, “Please say you’ll go?” 

“Of course I will.” He smiles and I let out a small shriek of joy, making him laugh, like actually laugh. 

“You’re laughing...?” I ask in mild confusion, before adding, “Don’t tell the pack you’re my date? I want it to be a surprise!” and he rolls his eyes at me before we go back to eating in our comfortable silence.

Derek and I have gotten into a routine now, especially after another pack called me his second in command and we’re afraid to kidnap me for fear of Derek. Since then we have lunch once or even twice every week at the coffee shop just around the corner from his flat; he’s cut me a key to his flat; he’s let me decorate it and make it a lot more homely and he’s even let me smarten him up a little. 

“You’re thinking too hard,” Derek snaps me out of my thoughts and I meet his gaze, “Come on let’s go buy milkshakes then we can binge watch whatever you like.” 

“Are you serious?!” I ask as he pays the bill, laying out a good tip for our waitress, before ushering me out of the booth, one hand on the small of my back, “Can I have a salted caramel and peanut butter one?!” 

“Of course you can.” He chuckles, both of us sliding into his Camaro before he presses a soft kiss to my forehead, making me let out a small squeak of surprise then I think my face sets itself on fire. 

We get back to the apartment that I am the only one to know of it’s whereabouts and I jump on the bed, kicking my shoes off and burrowing under the covers because I’m cold. I look at Derek who is toeing his trainers off and watching me with a fond shake of his head before he shrugs his jacket off and grabs the laptop, joining me under the covers which immediately warms me up because werewolves run a few degrees higher and also I’ve just had an ice cold milkshake so am freezing. 

I wake to a heavy but comfortable weight against my stomach and raise myself into my elbows to see Derek asleep. I run a hand through his hair and he lets out a soft sound, nuzzling his face into my stomach, his stubble tickling my stomach where my teeshirt has ridden up. 

“Der, come on, wake up.” 

“No” His sleep filled voice sends shivers down my spine

“ I guess I could get used to this...” 

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Punishment (Derek Hale)

Punishment- Derek Hale

 Requests are open

Word Count: 2k+

Warning : Smut 18+, Chocking, Edging, Punishment, Derek/Dom, F/Sub, Masturbation, Sir kink, Multiple orgasms, thigh riding. I think that’s it

 Summary: You are in heat and Derek doesn’t want to help you so you tease him by helping yourself even though the entire pack in surrounding you two.

 He pack had decided to all get to together since we didn’t get to do it that much unless we were all in danger. We all felt we needed a break so we are sitting insides Derek’s loft watching a movie. I couldn’t exactly focus on the movie since Derek’s hand was currently squeezing my thigh. He knew I was in heat. Everyone in this room probably did from the smell I’m currently giving off. No one dared say anything since Derek is super possessive over me and they all knew he would get mad if anyone pointed it out. I was grateful that no one had said anything even though it was because of Derek.

Derek’s one rule was to be a good girl in public but considering the current situation I find myself in it was starting to get hard. I quickly stand up to grab a blanket then sit back down next to Derek on the couch that we gratefully had to ourselves. A thought popped into my head when I sat back down. If Derek wasn’t going to help my situation, I was going to solve it myself. I laid my head down on Derek’s lap and bending my knees so that my feet were on the couch and my knees were up.

Derek started playing with my hair. I slowly moved my hand to be rested on his thigh. I start to slowly move my hand up and down my thigh as much as I can without hitting my head. I felt his gaze shift to me laying on his lap. “What are you trying to do?” He whispers just loud enough so that I can hear him. I just ignore his comment and smirk. I slowly remove my hand from his thigh knowing that I new got his attention.

I move the blanket just so that Derek could see what was underneath. I slowly start moving my hand down my body. I look in the corner of my eyes to make sure he is watching me. Once I saw his move watching me, I continued to move my hand down to the waist band of my leggings. I bit my bottom lip as I push my hand underneath my pants and travel underneath my underwear. I hear Derek give me a low growl warning me to stop but I continue anyway. I slowly rub my finger through my slit rubbing my juices around.

I slowly start to rub my clit in a circular motion. I bite down hard on my lip to try to keep myself quiet. I grab Derek’s hand with my free hand and squeeze. I continue to rub my clit then I slowly enter a finger inside of me and accidentally let out a low moan. Luckily everyone was so focused on the movie the only person who heard was Derek.

He quickly grabs my wrists stopping my movements. I look up at him with the most innocent look on my face I could make. He pulls my hand out of my pants and replaces it with his own. “If I hear a sound out of you, I stop.” He says then continues my movement that I was doing. He curls his fingers in me hitting my g spot. I turn my head towards his stomach to hopefully muffle any noises I do make. I grab his wrist holding on tightly as he fingers me. He continues to hit my g spot over an over.

He slowly moves his fingers out of me and I shiver at the feeling of being empty. He starts to rub my clit in a circular motion again. I can my stomach starting to tighten so I know I’m about to cum. The pressure keeps building up in my lower abdomen. Just as I was about to snap, he pulls his hand out of my pants. I let out a low groan. I look up and see him smirking.

“Get to my bedroom now. You better be naked by the time I come in. He says in a low growl. I just nod and go to stand up, but before I could he grabbed my arm stopping me. “And if you even think about touching yourself, you’ll get an even worse punishment” I shiver ran down my spine. I quickly stood up excusing myself from the group. I pretty much ran towards Derek’s room. Once I got there I shut the door behind me and stripped down all my clothes. I can feel myself getting even more wet just thinking about what he’s going to do. I lay down on the bed on top of the covers and wait for him.

After about 10 minutes I finally hear footsteps coming towards the room. I see the door open and there Derek stands. You can see the stare in his eyes. A shiver ran down my spine thinking about how he’s going to punish me.

He walks up to me like he is going after prey. He sits down on the edge of the bed and pats down on the bed signaling for me to come sit next to him. I move my bed to the edge and sit on my knees. “Bend over” he says and looks down at his lap. I slowly move my body over his lap and lay down then slowly and put my ass in the air. His hands slowly make their way up my thighs giving me goosebumps. I whimper at the feeling “How many do you think you should get?” He questions. I just whine as a response. I feel a sharp sting on my right ass check causing me to jump a little. “Use your words, how many?”

“10” I whimper out. I just nod my head yes till I felt another sharp sting on my left ass cheek. “Yes sir” I moaned. I felt the pool between my legs grow bigger “Count for me baby” He says. He gave me another slap “1” I moaned. He rubs his hand across my ass cooling the sensation but, as soon as it cooled down, he gave me another hard slap. “2” I whimpered.

This went on 8 more times till he rubbed my ass again cooling the sensation. He gave my ass 2 little taps initiating for me to get up. I slowly pick up my body from his lap. “Lay down” He says, I lay down on the bed and he gets between my legs separating them. He roughly presses his lips onto mine. I return the kiss, he wraps his hand on my neck lightly squeezing. His other hand grabs both of my wrists pinning them above my head.

He slowly starts to kiss my neck down to my boobs that were on full display to him. He starts to suck on one of my nipples causing me to moan and arch my back so that my chest pushed onto him harder. He releases my wrist and I quickly grabbed ahold of his hair. He brings his other hand massaging my other boob. He switches to the other one and brings his hand massaging my other boob now. He sucks hard on my nipples causing me to give out a little whimper.

After he was satisfied with his work on my boobs, he started kissing down my stomach. I feel the ache in my stomach growing. After he finished kissing down my stomach, he spread my legs apart further. He starts to Kiss the inside of my thigh nibbling at it slightly. “Please sir” I whimper out. “Please what” he says kissing up my thigh. “Please sir, I need you” I moan out. Just as my finishes saying that he started licking and sucking my clit.  ”Oh fuckkk-“ I moan. From already being edge I was already super close.

He slipped a finger into me and curling his finger hitting my g spot. I pull at his hair grinding my hips against his face pulling him closer. He adds another finger still hitting my g spot. I was already about to cum and I felt my clench around his fingers and he pulled away edging me again. “Urgh come on” I whined. “You wanted to be naughty in front of everyone, so this is your punishment” He growls. I give another whine “Pleas sir, I’m sorryyy- I won’t do it again” I begged. “Hmmm, alright. You wanna cum?” He says daring. “Yes sir- please” I say. He moves to sit on one of the chairs near the bed. “Come ride my thigh” He says patting down on his thigh.

I quickly make my way towards him and straddle his thigh. “You wanna cum? Do it yourself” He demands. I slowly start to grind my hips onto his thigh. He grabs my hips tightly slightly guiding me. I start to move my hips faster picking up the pace. I start to moaning feeling myself edge closer again. “I can tell your close baby” He says. He moves his face towards my ear and whispers “So cum”.

I instantly felt myself snap and a wave of pleasure ran throughout my body causing me to throw my head back and arch my back “Oh yes Derekkk-“ I moaned. He makes my hips stop moving once I rode out my high. He picks me up laying me down on bed. He stands up and starts to remove his clothes. Once he is naked, he crawls back on top of me attaching his lips to mine once again. I run my fingers through his hair tugging slightly. He groaned into my lips. I wrapped my legs around his waist he and started to grind against me.

I moan at the friction; I can feel his already hard cock rub against my wet slit. “Ready” He asks, and I nod my head. He lines his dick up with my entrance. He rams into with full force causing me to let out a moany yell. He started there a second to let me adjust to his size. He wraps his hand around my throat slightly squeezing. He starts to move back an forth slowly picking up the pace.

“Pleas- Derek faster” I moan and he gladly picks up the pace thrusting into me at now a inhuman speed. I throw my head back in please moaning loudly “Look at me when I fuck you” He growls. I quickly open my eyes and look at him. He quickly attached his lips to one of my nipples and starts to suck. I arch my back as much as I could from the pleasure. He brings his other hand down to rub circles on my clit. With him hitting my g spot and all the other pleasure I can already feel myself close.

Once he feels me getting close, he stops and flips me over on my stomach and pulls my ass up in the air. He pushed himself back inside of me. I can feel every inch of him with this new angle. He groans and picks up the pace once again. He grabs my neck pulling me up and my back touching my chest. He starts to kiss and suck on my neck surely leaving bruises.

His other hand wraps around my waist and down to my clit. He starts to rub my clit in a circular motion. “One the count of three” He groans. I nod my head and he says “1”. “2” I say eager to be able to cum again. “3” he moans. I felt the pressure burst and another wave of pleasure consumes me. I arch my back and throw my head back to lean on his shoulder. I feel him release his cum into me. I shake from the pleasure. Once we both rode out our high, I let my body fall limp onto his. He catches me by my waist holding me up.

He slowly pulled out of me causing me to moan at the feeling of being empty. He slowly turns me around and takes his hand that isn’t on my waist and brings it up to my cheek. “I love you” he says in almost a whisper. “I love you” I say back. He brings me into a passionate kiss slowly leaning me back down on my back on the bed. He pulls away and lays down next to me. “That was amazing” He says and I nod still catching my breath.

[socheckitout-mikey]

heya birdies! i just did this one bc i love derek a lot. i hope y'all enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it! sorry if it's a bit trash, it's taken me ages to write and most of it was written at 3am one morning many moons ago lol (': - mae

*just a warning that there is a quick mentioning of being caught having sex by the pack! but no detail at all!*

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Dating Derek Hale Hc's:

° okay, right off the bat, this man is soooo protective of you. he's never gonna let anything hurt you (or at least he's gonna try to ensure that).

° heart eyes mother fucker! derek has this look in his eyes that he only reserves for you and everyone (cough cough! stiles!) always brings it up but Derek genuinely just denies it point blank every single freaking time. (his eyes have this soft warmth to them whenever they gaze at you. it's super sweet.)

° you're certainly one of the people that he's playful with and the pack really enjoy seeing this side of derek more often. you help him feel less alone and teach him how to love more deeply. you're also much healthier for him than his other past relationships - *i'm looking at you kate and jennifer!*

° he'd literally do anything for you oml. derek's always doing whatever he can to help you out, although sometimes he may be slightly awkward if you're vulnerable and there are a lot of feelings on the table. over time he really gets better at feeling comfortable with vulnerability when it comes to you and others. anger isn't his main emotion any more, because there isn't as much pressure riding on his shoulders from being an alpha.

° whenever there's trouble afoot, derek wants to get you on the next plane out of beacon hills. he's not hot on the idea of you fighting against anything - even if you're supernatural or can defend yourself -. however, if you're dead set on it, he can't force you onto the plane...

° this then leads to derek understanding that he can trust you to not only handle your own corner, but you've also got his back. it's both anxiety inducing and a relief.

° so expect an overprotective derek to tag along with you. He's shielding you every chance he gets, especially if it has anything to do with explosions, cars, etc. derek doesn't fuck around.

° honestly, you end up saving him more often than not bc he's reckless™. but who's keeping score right? haha everyone!

° y'all tease each other all the time and flirt, the pack are kinda grossed out.

° "okay, who switched out Sour Wolf for the Love Puppy?" stiles snapped, pointing at derek.

° "you've got two seconds to take that back or i'm ripping your throat out with my teeth." derek snarled.

° "easy tiger! there will be no ripping of any teenage throats!" you smarted, getting in between the pair.

° "are you seriously taking his side on this?" derek grumbled down at you, disgruntled and quite frankly, offended.

° honestly, derek loves being affectionate with you - at least secretly that is -. altho it took some time to warm up to the idea and for him to get to know you. warmth and closeness doesn't come naturally to derek. it takes a long time for him to be comfortable around you, but tbh the time it took really paid off because now you've got this man absolutely wrapped around your finger.

° you never seemed to ever give up on derek - even when he was a terrible alpha and did things he wasn't proud of due to his survivors guilt, being afraid and stressed out, etc. he doesn't excuse his behaviour, but he's glad you were one of the people that remained true to themselves and supported him; even if it was just from a distance.

° cora absolutely loves you!

° "well, at least you're not a psycho, so i'll give you that."

° "break my brothers heart and i'll break your face-"

° "cora!"

° "what?! a little sister can't get protective of her big brother?"

° i mean, even peter thinks you're a great suit for derek, but he's not gonna go around saying it. any time derek or you mention it, he profusely denies the fact he's got a slight soft spot for you.

° you've adopted the hale eye roll lmaoo.

° cuddles galore! derek is a huge softie, but mainly behind closed doors. he's got this "image" to uphold in public lmaoo pls he's a softie, we all know it! chdhsvsgdhdvd

° man's treats you like royalty, like you go on the cutest and most fun dates filled with loads of adventures.

° "who knew you had a fun side!"

° "I'm gonna pretend like you didn't just imply that you believed stilinski's false description of me."

° "well, its not entirely false."

° "next time you're up to bowl, i'm making sure your ball goes into the gutter."

° "sore loser..."

° derek highkey shows off all the time lol he's so perfect wtf? and he knows he's doing it too!

° "okay, people are dying, yn! can you please stop looking at your boyfriend's ass for two seconds? okay, we get it! you can bounce a quarter off of it and it'll slit your throat! But people are dying here! less ass watching and more looking at this map!" stiles barked animatedly into the air, distress and irritation evident upon his countenance.

° "okay stiles... i think they get it. let go of the map before you rip it into little pieces." scott muttered, prying the frail looking paper from his best friend's death grip.

° "you said what about a quarter bouncing off my what?" derek asked, finally coming into the scene from a quick scout around the abandoned warehouse.

° "you have a perky ass! they talk about it all the time." trusty malia let loose rather comically.

° and you know fine well derek doesn't let you live that shit down. he uses it against you whenever he can. Thanks a lot stilinski and malia!

° lydia looooves you and so do malia and kira! they definitely steal you away from derek to have some fun times with you!

° liam tends to follow you around a lot bc you put stiles in his place a lot and it is his greatest form of entertainment. stiles genuinely gets this one deadpan look from you and he backs off. liam dubs this as your party trick, but it freaks stiles out bc "oooooh look who's trying to be scary all of a sudden~"

° "what did you just say about me?!"

° "nothing!"

° dude you gotta listen to derek and stiles bitch about each other and you're literally that fucking ben affleck meme of him smoking a cigarette and rolling his eyes bc pls stfu already!

° obviously scott likes you a lot because you even derek out and bring a much more playful derek out. he's just happy there's a little less sour wolf and more happy wolf!

° isaac really adored you before he went off the france. sometimes he was like a little duckling just following you until derek started swatting at him.

° "you're gonna give them brain damage, get lost!"

° "the brain damage is from you- ow!"

° lmaoo he got a rubber spatula catapulted off of his forehead.

° you're seriously one of the best things to ever happened to him. you make derek so happy oml!

° dude the amount of times y'all get caught making out and having sex in the loft is unreal. the pack need therapy twice a week. they've just stopped randomly barging into the loft now lmaoo

° you've kinda become the second pack "mom" besides stiles. you're not as overbearing as him, and since you're not a teenager, you're like derek, often giving wise advice.

° isaac literally flocks after you and not in like a weird or crush type of way. you bring out a better side to derek that he enjoys, meaning he can get away with being more cheeky with him lol

° "okay, i like them because you're less of a heartless asshole, which puts less stress on the pack."

° "maybe you should've bitten them and let them become the alpha. yn would've been better a better alpha than you."

° "that would've required me to have died, you dimwit!"

° "i'm just saying that it could've been a great possibility...."

° we stan a savage isaac lahey in this household! lmaoo you can't deny you didn't lie when he hid behind you when derek gave him that look.

° "make him stop having murderous thoughts about me." isaac murmured in your ear.

° "maybe you shouldn't have said that whole better off dead thing." you mumbled back, still looking at derek.

° "you know i can hear you both right? i'm still in the room."

° you really admire derek. he's come a long way since the beginning, which is lovely to see. he went from an angry loner that had raging survivors guilt to being a calmer, much more compassionate man and is apart of an odd pack.

° you annoy him by calling him master shifu from kung-fu panda whenever he gives advice to scott. deaton finds this very hilarious.

° you're highkey a smart ass that gets away with so much. derek's just raising his eyebrows at you and he's giving you this look of "you're gonna get it later" and you do (;

° whenever derek smiles you go all mushy for him lol

° cuddling with him in the winter is highkey the best bc he's like a radiator lol

° every halloween you join him in scaring the children when they turn up for candy. y'all are fucking mean and I support it bc some kids fucking deserve to shit their pants.

° y'all watch a show together okay? doesn't matter what it is but you can't watch it without the other. derek loses his shit and knows when you've skipped ahead without him bc he went to visit cora in south america. he takes this shit personally!

° "i was gone for a week! you couldn't have just waited for me to get back?!"

° "it's not that big of a deal! i can rewatch it with you!"

° "no! now there's no point! watching it together entails both of us, not just one! you've ruined it for the both of us, yn."

° "okay! you're being stilinski dramatic now-"

° "WHAT IF I DID THAT TO YOU?!"

° istg it's highkey funny. he does eventually forgive you after he gets revenge on your guys latest series obsession.

° "paybacks a bitch, isn't it?"

° you hype him up when he works out, kinda being a bit sexual.

° "you know this counts as sexual harassment right?"

° "you can call the cops all you want, but the only one getting arrested is you for being fiiiinne"

° "you're such a loser..." he'd laugh.

° spontaneous play fights. he let's you win after a little while, but he never fails to enjoy softly pinning you down.

° there was that one time you absolutely handed his ass in a play fight though and he never went easy on you again.

° derek is flirty asf so be prepared for that.

° he's also pretty romantic or can be that is. like it's not really in the traditional sense but he's more spontaneous and he can plan things out quite well. he can seriously do a lot of sweeping you off your feet if you're into that stuff.

° road trips galore mate! y'all are like, "peace out motherfuckers " to the pack in their time of need sometimes fhdhdhehe

° clowning each other.

° never start a prank war with derek... you learnt the hard way!

° anything that you wanna do is usually supported by derek bc he wants you to be happy, healthy and safe. you want a career in neuroscience? fucking do it dude! you wanna work 9-5 in the diner down the street bc it's your dream? do it! he supports you no matter what your goals are in any area of life.

° derek really allows himself to become vulnerable with you, he gets that this relationship won't always be sunshine and rainbows. he's loyal and willing to get through the uncomfortable stuff to work on you guys.

° ngl you're his end game <333 he will grow old with you and probably marry you too: if that's what you want ofc.

° dating derek entails a lot of banter and love: your relationship is very meaningful and you bring each other a lot of strength and joy.

° i ship it! <33333333

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[fuckingthefictional]

Hi! I would like a request about Derek from teen wolf, please. The reader is trying to approach him, taking care of him "because Derek is too busy taking care of the others", BUT IT'S BEING SO HARD because of all of his past. Derek and the reader argue one night because of the overprotective nature of the reader about him, and when she tries to leave the loft, completely upset with Derek, he tries to fix things between them. Could you do this with a lot of angst and, then, tons of fluff? Thanks!

Ignored

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: Angst bbyyyy, and some fluffy goodness at the end, not checked over (so probably a crap ton of spelling errors)

A/N: hello hope you enjoy, sorry it took forever! I’m so busy with work, college and personal issues that writing has been put on the back-burner.

When the name Derek Hale was mentioned- one immediately thought of the broody, salty, sarcastic young man who lived by himself after the tragic Hale house fire.

Nobody would ever associate the name Derek Hale and caring. It just wasn’t in his nature. Because under no circumstances could Derek be remotely kind, caring or soft in any way possible.

That’s what people thought of Derek. But not you- or the majority of the pack for that matter.

Yes, you saw where others came from with their ideas and judgement (Derek’s lack of colour in his wardrobe obviously didn’t help either).

But to you when you heard the name Derek Hale, you immediately thought of the kind hearted man who would give up anything for the safety of his friends and family (as much as he claimed otherwise).

You knew him differently, you knew him like the back of your hand. You knew that his favourite food was Spagetti Carbonara without the mushrooms, that he didn’t like Coca Cola, that he secretly loved watching trashy tv shows like keeping up with the kardashians, and most importantly that he was running himself ragged.

He had bitten off more than he could chew when it came to helping everyone out. He was the one giving lifts and helping with homework and hosting pack nights, and handling Isaac’s nightmares, all of this happening at the same time as some supposed lizard creature being on the loose.

You had been ignored by Derek Hale for approximately 72 hours. Now this wouldn’t be bad if it weren’t for two things.

1. He wasn’t aware that he was actively ignoring you.

2. The idiot wasn’t your husband of 2 years.

Over 68 hours ago you hadn’t minded, you had even brushed the silence and distance off- knowing that Derek liked to have a little time to himself.

But when it hit the 5 hour mark of the 4th day, frustration and disappointment had begun to set in.

There was one more thing that made the whole situation worse. He was blatantly ignoring you- and only you.

It hurt. You could admit that to yourself easily without any qualms at all. It hurt.

Whether that was to do with the whole ‘mate’ side of things you didn’t know- all that you did know was that Derek Hale was drowning and he wasn’t going to swim until everyone else was okay.

-

Thud, thud, thud, creaak

“Der please sit down”

“I can’t. I gotta figure this shit out before the school finishes for the day.” Derek grunted from his spot in the middle of the room. His head firmly stuck in the thick, dusty book that he had been pouring through for the majority of the afternoon.

“Der please, take a break.” You pleaded with him, begging him to just stop for a second and relax.

“I can’t,” Derek murmured again, before he pivoted in his heel and walked away up the staircase.

His heavy footfalls retreated upstairs, the musty book still clutched in his grasp.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you willed the tears in your eyes to stay put and to not roll down your cheeks in fat drops.

Why couldn’t you be enough for him?

-

The next plea came around 2 hours later, when you brought a bowl of homemade pasta and garlic bread up to Derek. Hoping that just maybe it would strike up a conversation, that maybe he would utter more than two short sentences to you.

“Babe- I made you lunch.” You elbowed your way into the room, balancing the bowl and plate in your hands.

“Just leave it on the desk.” He motioned to an empty slot on the overcrowded surface.

“I just thought that maybe we could have lunch together, have some time with each-other.”

“Y/N/N’s I would- but I have so much to do. Stiles and Scott are already on my ass about the damn lizard freak in town.”

“Der, you need to take a break.” You placed your hands on his shoulders. Instead of feeling them relax you could feel his muscles tense up.

Shrugging your hands off, he pushed the fresh plate of food away, “I can’t.” He spoke simply.

“But-“ you tried to object in protest, trying to plead with the broad shouldered man in front of you- hoping that maybe, just maybe he would come to his senses.

He did not.

“I said no Y/N.” Derek ground out, “I’m busy. Please for the love of God stop bothering me.”

The words stung you, causing you to stumble back in shock. Derek had a hard exterior, everybody knew that. But he had never spoken like that to you.

He had promised on your wedding day that he would always be kind, that he would be your biggest supporter and largest source of love.

But all those words felt like lies now. You felt alone, like an empty shell of yourself. Why couldn’t you just be enough?

-

Hours flew by, the watch on Derek’s wrist occasionally beeping to signify the new hour. If he were being honest- he had lost track of what the time was.

The only signifier was that Stiles, Scott and the others were in his presence- meaning it was at least 4pm

And judging by the sky outside of his office window, it was late evening, as the sky itself had melted from cool blues into a fantastic array of oranges and purples.

But besides the low chatters and bickering coming from Isaac and Stiles, the house felt almost too quiet.

There was no tv hum coming from the living room, no occasional flush or running of water from the restroom, no sizzle from food coming on the oventop, no sound of a page in a book turning. Nothing. Just silence.

“Hey Derek,” He looked up to see Scott staring at him, “Where’s Y/N?”

“Well-“

“Yeah, I haven’t seen her yet today.” Isaac chimed in.

“I’m not actually too sure.”

Derek was met with a sea of blank stares.

“I’m sorry- there’s a kanima out there roaming Beacon Hills, the very same kanima that is killing more people by the day. And you don’t know where your wife is?” Stiles asked incredulously, “Are you kidding me.”

“Well I’ve been so caught up on this research that I haven’t been spending as much time with her.” Derek attempted to defend himself.

“Derek, please tell me that you haven’t been ignoring your wife.”

Everybody had there eyes on him again.

“Well-“

There was an uproar of protests, all of which were yelling at Derek for ignoring and deserting his wife.

“You better find her Derek, before something happens and you regret it for the rest of your life.”

-

You really didn’t know how long you had been out here for. All you knew was that the night was closing in and the chill was setting in your bones.

But you didn’t want to go back to the loft, you honestly didn’t think you could handle seeing Derek after his outburst earlier.

The cold, damp ground soaked into your body- sucking all the warmth out of your body at a creeping pace.

The spot you sat in, hadn’t changed much since your first date with Derek. It was still isolated and it gave off the best views in Beacon Hills. Nobody knew about it but you and Derek.

Sighing deeply, you looked out over the viewing point- watching the tiny specks of light flicker in the distance. Every single light showed a different life that was being lived, each one with their own struggles. Beacon Hills was something else to say the least.

“I knew I could find you here.” A familiar voice broke your train of thought.

You kept silent, staring straight ahead, willing that your bottom lip wouldn’t start trembling and the flood gate wouldn’t open in your eyes.

“Look I’m sorry.”

You sniffed, still unable to look your husband in the eyes, “Are you though?” You briefly shut your eyes to stop any tears from breaking through, “or are you just saying that to get on my good side.”

You could feel Derek’s presence settle down besides your own. His breath creating little puffs of mist under the dark sky.

“I didn’t realise you were trying to help me, until it was too late and you’d left the apartment” He muttered, “It’s my fault, I should’ve taken your advice, I should’ve listened to you.”

You listened intently, knowing his words were sincere and heartfelt, “Why didn’t you listen to me then Der?” You responded bitterly.

“Because accepting help means showing weakness, and showing weakness is something I haven’t done since before the fire.” Derek’s voice was small now, “Before I met you, accepting help was off the table- I was a lone wolf, with no pack or family. And now I’ve found you and I’m desperate to not lose that again, I can’t lose you to this new threat in town- I can’t be alone again.”

Silence hung heavy in the air as your husband’s words set in. It made sense to you; why he was studying non-stop, why he had barely slept or ate.

It was apparent that while he was trying to protect his loved ones, he was also pushing them away in the process. That needed to change.

“You won’t be alone Der,” You lay your head down on his shoulder, “I promise that much- it’s you and me forever.”

“Through every supernatural event that happens in this town?”

You giggled softly, “Yes, and every single thing in between.”

[pvre-angel]

jealous, stilinski?

stiles x reader; stiles gets jealous and admits his feelings

- short n sweet, fluff.

“I don’t like it, Scott.” Stiles said, folding his arms in an over-exaggerated manner and leaning his back against his locker. Stiles’ gaze never left your direction, watching as Theo cracked flirty jokes and you laughed at everything he said. Little did Stiles know, You and Theo were just friends and just liked to hang out at school. “Oh, god. Did you see that? he literally touched her cheek. That’s just so wrong.” Stiles said, shaking his head in disapproval. Scott scratched the back of his head, “No, Stiles, I didn’t see that because I’m not staring like a psycho stalker. And it’s only wrong to you because you wish it were you.” Scott grabbed Stiles’ shoulder and forced him to turn away. Stiles scoffed, “what? no. okay, not even close. I am not jealous. It’s just-” he paused, looking back once more. “okay, fine. whatever, but why did it have to be Theo?” Scott laughed slightly at his best friend, thankful he was at least finally admitting to himself that he was in fact jealous. “It doesn’t have to be Theo if you just tell her already.” Scott stated, pushing open the doors to the boys locker room. Before Stiles could argue, Coach’s loud, familiar voice echoed the room. “Stilinski! McCall! you’re late! get your gear, let’s go!” He ushered them to hurry as he walked away. Scott shoved Stiles playfully, “think you can forget about (y/n) long enough to not suck at practice?” he joked.

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After practice, Stiles found you at your locker putting textbooks into your bag. “Hey!” you greeted him, immediately feeling flustered. He always had that effect on you. “What’s up?” you asked him as he looked like he needed to say something. “Theo Raeken? Really?” Stiles said in a disapproving tone, leaving you confused. “What about him?” you asked, not understanding where this conversation was about to go. Stiles sighed, “you’re always with him lately, it’s weird.” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, “no, Stiles, it isn’t weird. I’m allowed to have friends outside of you and the pack.” you shut your locker door, laughing at how awkward Stiles could be at times. “That isn’t what I meant.” Stiles said, “well what exactly did you mean?” you asked, genuinely wanting to understand. Stiles searched for words but nothing came up. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you how he felt, staying silent. You felt bad for putting him on the spot, so you avoided eye contact, trying to find a way to make the moment a little less weird.

“Jealous, Stilinski?” you said playfully, nudging him. Mentally, you were smacking your head against the lockers. Instead of helping the situation, you probably just made it worse. “um,” Stiles started. He looked flustered, “No, I just-” you smiled, “relax. I was just kidding. You couldn’t stop yourself from feeling giddy around him. Even though you were sure he had never seen you in the same way, you found yourself wishing for him that he would. To your surprise, Stiles stepped closer. “Actually, yes.” He struggled to look you in the eye after the sudden admission. Your heart legitimately skipped a beat. “wait, what?” you knew what he said, but you needed to hear more in order to believe it.

“I was jealous. I hated seeing him so close to you the past few days, I wanted it to be me. I should’ve told you sooner but I-” Stiles paused, nervous to hear himself admit it to you. “I really like you, (y/n).” You wanted to grab him and kiss him the second it left his lips.

“It could never be you, Stiles.” You said, not realizing how awful it sounded until his face dropped, making you rush to grab his hands. “I mean, Theo could never be you because I only like him as a friend. Stiles, I really like you too. I just never thought you’d ever see me that way.” Once you finished responding, Stiles’ face lit up once again.

“I’ve always seen you that way.” He told you, releasing your hands to place his on your hips and pulling you in. His gaze wandered to your lips, then back to your eyes, silently asking permission to kiss you. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in. You both pursued each other, your lips touching softly. Though it was your first time kissing him, it felt as if you finally found something you’ve been searching for and you felt at home in his embrace. Like you were exactly where you belonged.

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I'm Not Afraid - Chapter 6

Word Count: 3,753

Characters: Female Reader Argent Character, Original Male Argent Character, Derek Hale, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Chris Argent, Jackson Whittemore

Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Teen Wolf, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Jeff Davis and MTV Network. The only thing I own is Argent Reader insert, her immediate family, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ storyline.

Chapter: 6/?

Warnings: mentions of murder, arson, and blood

A/N: The ending is dark, y'all, dark. If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 6

I followed my father inside the house, my hands trembling and sweating. The only topic I believed they would seriously need to talk to me about was the supernatural and the family business. Just as I had told Derek, if I hadn’t met him and Scott, I would have probably joined without a second thought. But I had met them, I had been embraced by them, and I didn’t know what I was going to answer.

I sat across from my parents on the kitchen’s island. They seemed excited, but a bit anxious. Obviously, revealing to your daughter the existence of supernatural beings and the fact that the whole family hunted them wasn’t an easy task. At least, she already knew the most hard-hitting information and she wouldn’t feel blindsided.

“Honey, what we have to tell you is very important, and we don’t want you to feel like we have been keeping this from you on purpose,” my mother started. “But you need to understand that everything we have to say today is nothing but the truth. Okay?”

“Guys, what is it? You’re scaring me.”

“You know that all Argents work at the family company, Argent Arms International, and that at some point you’d probably end up working there.”

“Yeah, dad. The reason I know too much about weapons,” I laughed. I couldn’t let on that I knew more than they thought.

“Well, the company is actually a front for the real work we do behind the scenes, and the reason we’re on the road a lot,” my father started. “Since the start of our lineage Argents have been hunters.”

“Hunters of what?”

“Now, I need you to remember that what I am about to tell you is the full honest truth.” I nodded. “We hunt supernatural creatures, but mainly werewolves. You remember the tattoo I have on my arm that you asked about when you were younger?”

“Yeah, ‘Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent’. French, we hunt those who hunt us. I always thought it was more of a psychological phrase.”

“That’s our family mantra. All Argent generations have been trained since childhood to become hunters one day, Chris and I were the only ones that decided to give you and Allison the choice once you became teenagers to know about our world. It’s completely up to you to join us.”

“So, all the training, physical and with weapons, was all in preparation for this?” My father nodded. I could see the worry in his face of how I would take this news – a one-worded answer was going to shift my whole life. It was one thing to be knowledgeable of this life, it was another to be in the center of all of it.

“We run by a code,” my father explained. “We only hunt those who have been proven to have harmed innocent lives – only adults, no young ones, and no humans. Any hunter that breaks that code is an enemy to our cause.”

“Is that what aunt Kate did?” I spoke in a hushed tone knowing this was a difficult topic for my father, one that we hadn’t touched upon in the time we had been here.

“Yes, it is” my mother answered. Her dislike towards her sister-in-law wasn’t a secret. Mom had always thought of her as arrogant and self-centered – or so she would state when in an alcohol-induced rant.

“Unfortunately, my sister did break the code, but that’s beside the point,” dad interjected. “Sweetheart, we make sure that everyone around us is protected from the creatures that are unknown. So, what do you think? Do you want to join us?”

They both studied my face, waiting on any reaction that could arise from me. All I could think is how my decision could affect the people that had made their way into my life. Allison had accepted, and although her relationship with Scott was strained, she still managed to keep him close. But what if I accepted and all it did was deteriorate all the new relationship I was trying to build?

“Yes.”

After the conversation, my father warned me that training would start soon, after I passed some sort of test. They were happy that I had agreed to join the family trade, but I noticed a sign of worry in my father’s eyes. His whole life had been built around supernatural hunting, so what was he worried about? Whatever it was, he did not express. They had both been called away on a meeting and excused themselves before leaving. With the house to myself, I basked in my decision sitting on the living room couch, petting Brody.

“What do you think, bub? Did I make the right choice?” Brody looked up at me, his tongue hanging out, a smile on his face. A bark came after and I took it as confirmation that I had. “Maybe you’re right. We’ll see, huh? Should I call Derek and tell him?”

At the sound of Derek’s name, Brody barked out happily. I laughed at his reaction and decided to call Derek. It still surprised me that Brody had taken to Derek so quickly – probably had to do with him being a werewolf and an alpha. I clicked on his contact on my phone and waited on speaker for him to pick up.

“Hello?” His voice rang out, exciting Brody once more. “Hey, buddy!”

“He’s been very excited to hear from you.”

“I can see,” he chuckled. “I can assume you made it home safely?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“What’s wrong? You sound weird.”

“How can you possibly deduct my tone from over the phone?”

“Intuition, you could say. But seriously, what’s wrong?”

“Well, my parents talked to me about the family business,” I breathed out, nerves building up inside. I didn’t know what his reaction would be, and I hope my decision wouldn’t push him away. “They asked me to join them.”

“And what did you say?” He already knew the answer. Asking was just courtesy.

“I said yes.” He kept quiet for a second, and I truly believed I had ruined our relationship before anything had ever started. “Are you mad?”

“I can’t be mad. I understand why you did it, they’re your family. Why would you think I would be mad?”

“I don’t know. I’m gonna be actively working on hunting you and your kind, that would put a strain on any kind of relationship.”

“And what kind of relationship would that be?” He teased.

“Derek, this is serious. What kind of relationship could we have when we’re born enemies?”

“Allison and Scott seem to make it work. It’s hard, but it’s not impossible.”

“So, sneaking around, worrying every second that we’d be found out by hunters. Seems viable,” I snickered. “And in no way, shape, or form stressful. Believe me, Derek, I have enough anxiety as it is. I don’t need the stress of keeping all my relationships secret.”

“Do you have any other choice?”

“I guess I don’t.”

“The way I see it, (Y/N), is you can use this opportunity and work for both sides. You can protect us from the inside, and hunt those that are a real threat. Like the Kanima,” he stated. It made sense to work with my family to protect my friends, even if my family was hunting them. “And, as much as I hate saying this, you should talk to Allison about this. She seems to be handling this way better than I thought.”

“I will. Thanks, Derek. I’ll call you soon, okay?”

“I’ll be waiting. Sleep well, (Y/N).”

“You too, Derek.”

I hung up the phone and breathed out. My life had turned a lot more complicated than I had ever imagined, and I was sure it was going to turn a lot worse. I had just started dipping my toes in the supernatural pot we were living in, something told me that there was still so much that I didn’t know. And there was one person I knew would have the answers I was seeking.

I grabbed my jacket off the coat rack and got on my motorcycle, a clear route ingrained in my brain. The night was cold, and the breeze nipped at my skin as it blew under my shirt. There was so much I had to learn, and so little time.

The drive wasn’t long, and I was still surprised I remembered the way.

The lights in the McCall house were off, but the car was in front, so I assumed Scott was home. I would have gone to Allison, but I needed to know everything, and I was sure she would try to protect me from the worst of it. Scott seemed like someone I could trust, and being at the center of everything gave him a lot more insight that I could use. I looked around the house and, remembering which room was his, found a way to climb up the side to his window. Hopefully, I didn’t encounter something I didn’t want to see.

Looking away, I knocked on his window – loud enough for him to hear, but silent enough to not alarm his mom. I clutched my jacket tighter as I waited for an answer, the wind finding me easier on higher ground. It didn’t take long for the window to slid open, revealing a very confused Scott.

“(Y/N)?” He rubbed sleep off his eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk to you. Can I come in?”

“Sure.” He stepped aside and let me through. His room was messier than the last time I had seen it, and the bed was disheveled. On his desk, his computer was propped open, and a disarray of papers lived atop the wooden surface.

“Sorry for waking you, but this couldn’t wait.”

“Don’t worry. I couldn’t sleep anyway,” he chuckled. A lopsided smile taking place on his face. “So, what’s up?”

“Tonight, I was asked by my parents to join the hunters, and I agreed. But, going into this, I’m the one that knows the least about this world. Apart from Lydia, that is. I need to know everything you know about what we are up against. I don’t think our parents would have asked Allison and me to join now unless we were facing something truly dangerous.”

“Okay, I get it. And please don’t take this the wrong way, but why are you asking me and not Allison or even Derek? It seems like they would be the natural choice to ask about this.”

“Because they would try to shield me from the most dangerous aspects of what’s happening. Hopefully, you being a third party you’ll be truly honest about the situation we are in.” My tone came out friendly, but the underlying threat was evidently laced with it.

“Alright, where do you want me to start?”

“I want to know everything. No detail left out.”

“For me, this all started last year…”

And everything I learned. Scott had been bitten by Peter Hale, Derek’s uncle, who was alpha at the time. Most of last year he spent learning about his new werewolf life, which he believed he was alone in, until Derek, who came from a long line of werewolves that resided in Beacon Hills. The very same family my aunt had murdered. When he explained that part of Derek’s history, I couldn’t help but tear up. How could he ever stand being near me when my own blood had done that to him? Ripped him from his family in such a horrifying manner. I knew she had killed people but knowing that Derek was one of the survivors made my stomach knot.

He also told me how Derek came to be the alpha, and how Peter had held the alpha title also. And how my aunt had truly died. Everyone’s stories seemed to bundle into the same mess of supernatural chaos.

“Then, Jackson asked for the bite, which Derek gave him. And the thing about the bite, you sometimes turn into something other than a werewolf due to internal issues you could say. So, he became the Kanima, which is a lizard type-creature that looks for a master as we just recently learned. His main objective is to do as his master commands, and in his case, it's killing a bunch of people. He also secretes a venom that paralyzes people, but it didn’t work on you and Lydia.” Me? “Which was really weird – Lydia, we think it has something to do with Peter biting her. But you, we’re not sure. Because there’s no indication as to why you could possibly be immune. Unless you’re not human, but that would mean that Lydia’s not human either, and that doesn’t make sense.”

“Okay, Scott. You’re rambling,” I chuckled dryly, stopping him in his track. How he talked for so long, I did not understand. I believed Stiles was the only one with that ability. “How could you know that I was immune though? I haven’t had any contact with the Kanima or this venom.”

“Well, actually, the day we were making rock crystals in lab, Isaac had left some venom on Lydia’s crystal. You weren’t supposed to taste it, but it was a surprise when nothing happened to you. Have you ever been in contact with any other supernatural beings?”

“Seeing as I didn’t even know my parents were hunters, it’s safe to assume I haven’t. But I think finding out why I am the way I am is at the bottom of the list with this Kanima going around.”

“Yeah, and your family is making it very hard to do so when they’re actively hunting us.”

“They can’t be, they run by a code, and you guys are innocent.”

“But your grandfather doesn’t care. He lifted the code. He’s on a rampage towards all supernatural creatures, us included. They’re even keeping an eye on us at school – with Gerard running it and Victoria being our new teacher.”

“But we have the upper hand in learning about the Kanima, right? I mean, if my family is actively recruiting the younger ones, it means they are up against a threat they don’t know about, and we have the bestiary translated.”

“Kind of. I just have a feeling Gerard knows a lot more than he lets on.”

“Can’t really give insight on a person I don’t know. But anything I find out I’ll be sure to pass it along,” I smiled. “I still can’t believe all of this was happening right under my nose. How did I not notice?”

“It’s easy to ignore when you don’t know it exists. If I hadn’t been in the forest that night, I would be as in the dark as you were.”

“I guess so,” I smiled. “Thank you, Scott. For your honesty, and for trusting me with this information.”

“You’re one of us now, (Y/N). We look out for our own.”

“Thank you, Scott. I’ll leave you now to hopefully catch up on some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow at school.”

“Of course, (Y/N). We’re gonna meet up with Allison in the library to talk about the Kanima. I think it’d be good for you to be there.”

“I will.” My body was outside the house, squatting in front of the window. “Again, thanks, Scott. It’s good to know I have a friend looking out for us.”

“Don’t mention it, (Y/N).” He smiled, scratching his neck trying to hide the blush that had crept to his face. “Get home safe.”

I felt uneasy the whole ride back home. I truly couldn’t fathom how Derek old even spend a second with me after everything my family had put him through. My stomach hadn’t stopped turning, and I felt like I could throw up at any second. He didn’t deserve to have to look at a person that resembled the person that had screwed up his life. The tears started streaming from my eyes before I could stop them. It didn’t feel right, and it wasn’t right.

Somehow I made it back home. I had blacked out at some point and was moving out of muscle memory. I was glad my parents had not made it back home yet — I could let tears cascade without having to hide them. Allison and I had always looked up to our aunt. To us, she presented herself as a confident, independent, and badass woman. I still remember how one Christmas Allison and I had gotten into her clothes and pretended to be her. When Kate found us, she couldn’t help but laugh at the two little irks in front of her. She questioned what we were doing and we told her we wanted to be just like her. I recalled how I told her I wanted to grow up to be her. There’s nothing I wouldn’t have done to take that back. Had I know back then what I knew now, I would have stayed as far away from her.

“This family is all types of messed up. Huh, Brody?” My dog looked up at me, a questioning glance on his face. “What am I gonna do, bub? I don’t think I’m strong enough to face him. I really don’t.”

Brody barked, leaving kisses on my cheeks — a nimble approach to getting rid of my tears. I snuggled closer to him, enjoying his comforting presence. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep well tonight.

I was standing in the middle of Derek’s family home, the only light coming from the moon peeking through the clouds. It was a cold night, and the low temperature was seeping into my bones. My whole body ached and the air smelled of soot. I felt uneasy standing there. Now knowing its history, my heart clenched tightly. I could only imagine the pain that had ensued in what I presumed was an agonizingly slow death. The tears that escaped from my eyes burned into my skin, and my ears rang with an unknown high pitch. I kneeled on the floor, and attempt to catch m breath.

“It hurts doesn’t it?” I stood up, the unknown voice startling me. “The smell is the worst part.”

“Aunt Kate.”

“The screams weren’t that bad,” she chuckled. “They died down quickly. There’s so much screaming you can do when smoke fills your lungs.”

“Stop,” I sobbed. “Please.”

“I can just imagine them thinking it was a normal afternoon, and then the fire starts. You know, wooden houses are a very good catalyst to speed up a fire.”

“Stop.”

“(Y/N), come on.” Kate was grinning, a sinister smile that would have anyone shivering. “It’s only a matter of time before you do something similar. You and I have always been the most alike — centered, strong, morally grey. It’s in your blood, baby girl. At first, you’re gonna believe you’re on their side, but soon you’ll see that they’re all bad. Sooner or later they all spill innocent blood. It’s better to get them when they’re fresh, it’s so much easier”

“How can you talk like that? These are people’s lives you are talking about.”

“It’s different, sweetheart. They’re not normal, they’re a living abomination,” she rationalized. “This is all a game of power. We can’t allow them to have the upper hand. If we let that happen, they’ll overtake us, and there is a natural order to things.”

“Is that why you murdered a whole family of innocent beings? The family of a kid you tricked to fall for you, leaving him alone to suffer!” I yelled, the loudness hurting my throat. “You tricked Derek and used him to end his line. Why?”

“A pack is only as strong as its number. The bigger they are, the stronger they are. I was just doing my job,” she grinned. “Just like you did.”

“What are you talking about? I would never do something as heartless as you have.”

“Are you sure, honey? Why don’t you walk through that door and say that again.”

I stared at her like a deer stuck in headlights. My body shook as I slowly made my way to the dark front door of the house. Her eyes burned into every step I took, the sinus eerie grin still prominent on her face. With every step, her stare edging me on forward. There was a scene to unfold behind that door, and she was eager for me to see it.

I stretched my hand towards the doorknob but flinched when I felt the burning temperature it held. Kate said nothing as she encouraged me to open the door, daring me to face whatever I had to with just her gaze. I braced myself for the feeling and clasped my hand around the knob, turning it to reveal whatever it was that she wanted me to see.

The scene in front of me was heartbreaking. We now stood in front of Derek’s apartment complex, his loft lit aflame. The smell of ash was more prominent and the heat was almost unbearable. I tried to run into the building, the need to help any survivors growing in me. But Kate held me back, a painful grip holding onto my arm.

“Let me go!” I yelled through tears. “I need to save my friends.”

“Darling, don’t you get it?” She chuckled. “They’re all gone. All thanks to you. Look at your hands, honey.”

I did as she told, and my breath hitched in my throat when I did. My clothes were drenched in blood, and in my hands, I carried a bloody knife and a lighter. “No, I would never do this.”

“You already did.” She pointed forward, fixing my sight on the bodies that laid on the floor of the lot. “And some of them were innocent, too. But in war, there are always casualties. I mean, your cousin sided with them, and look how she ended up.”

I walked around the bodies, trying to find a sign of life in any of them as a flood of tears streamed out of my ducts.

Scott.

Stiles.

Lydia.

Isaac.

Allison.

Even Boyd and Erica were there.

But I didn’t see one important person. “Where’s Derek?” My voice croaked, barely the volume of a whisper.

“Who do you think is inside the building? It’s a fitting end for him. Dying in the way he shucked have years ago,” she laughed maniacally. “At least he’ll relate to his family when he gets to the other side.

“NO!” Once again I tried to run into the building, needing to risk my ice to save his. But she stopped name in my tracks once more, her grip tightening. “Let me go, please. Just let me go, I have to save him.”

“Honey, he’s already gone,” she scoffed. “Don’t you get it, sweetheart? There are only two ways this will end — it’s either you or them. And the sooner you accept it, the easier it will be; you are just like me.”

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Broken- Peter Hale

Inspired by Broken by lovelytheband. Lyrics in Bold

Pairing: Peter Hale x Reader

Word Count: 1369

Warnings: Swears, slight smut, murders mentioned.

A/N: Hey guys. Been awhile. Had a backslide into my depression, finally feeling a bit better. Hope this doesn’t suck and that you enjoy it, at least a little.

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I met you late night, at a party

Some trust fund baby's Brooklyn loft

By the bathroom, you said let's talk

But my confidence is wearing off

You were in town because you had heard there was a true alpha in the area, and you were a beta without a pack. You had heard chatter about a party at the Hale’s loft. You figured this alpha would be at another wolf's party. 

The moment you opened the door all you smelled was lust. You wrinkled your nose before braving the crowd and walking in. Finding your way around proved to be more difficult than you had anticipated. You finally broke through the crowd and ended up in a less crowded hallway. Without any warning someone grabbed your wrist, you were about to protest when you felt the claws dig in. “Who are you?” Before you could respond there was a clawed hand held against your throat. “I’m here for the true alpha.” The claws tightened,” Not what I asked.” Trying to keep your heart calm you held onto the strangers arm, slowly digging in your claws and dragging them to make him hurt more. You thought it would have done something but now all you smelled was seething anger. “Okay. Ok, I’m Y/n. I’m looking for a pack.” His claws loosened slightly, but barely at all. He slowly brought you further down the hallway before entering a room and pushing you into the middle of it. You were surprised to see a group of teenagers hovering around a table. “Here’s the pack.” The strange man gestured towards the teens. You saw another person around your age, you could sense he was a wolf. But there were at least three of them in the room. The teens just kept staring at you waiting for you to say something. “Uh, I’m Y/n. I’m looking for McCall?” Surprisingly one of the teens stood and walked towards you. He got within a foot of you and flashed his eyes. You reacted in surprise, he was so young. Your eyes flashed back at him out of instinct. He looked you up and down, “ Well, Y/n. Why are you here?” You took a deep sigh, “Last full moon, my pack went crazy. They all just started killing each other. A few got away. I’m worried they might come find me.” You could sense the confusion, “ Why are you worried? You don’t want your family to find you?” You shook your head vigorously. “Those people are not my family.” You could tell he wanted to ask when the stranger from earlier said, “ They’re your pack. They are your family.” You turned around fast and got your clawed hand around his neck, “ Not when they did this to me! I never wanted any of this! I was normal!” You felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, “ Alright, I’m sure we all have our reasons to kill Peter, but right now is not the best time.” 

These aren't my people

These aren't my friends

She grabbed my face and that's when she said

I like that you're broken

Broken like me

Maybe that makes me a fool

I like that you're lonely

Lonely like me

I could be lonely with you

You had been around the pack for almost a month now without any sign of your remaining pack members. You still hadn’t told them the real reason you didn’t want to be found. You could tell there were a few members who still found you suspicious. That you expected, popping up out of nowhere like you did. There was one who would just not stop hounding you about your past. He was starting to really work on your nerves and you were scared that he would mess up your chance to be in the pack. 

It was a random weekday when most of the pack was at school. You had moved into the Hale loft temporarily. You were on your way to your room when you were pulled into the kitchen. You looked at Peter with great distaste, “ What now?” He got into your face and said, “ You killed them.” You couldn’t help that your pulse rose, or the fact that your face paled. He nodded while stepping away, “ I knew it. Why?” You looked at him completely confused, “ What?” He rolled his eyes and looked back to you, “ Why did You kill your pack?” You bit your lip and stayed silent,  “If you won’t tell me, I’ll tell them.” You nodded your head while grabbing his hand, which seemed to surprise him. You led him into your room and motioned for him to sit. “I killed them because I wanted to be alpha. It didn’t work. It went to his daughter. I killed her, and I still didn’t get it. I was so angry that I decided if I couldn’t have it then none of them could. My plan wasn’t completely finished and now I have no idea what to do about the three that got loose.” You looked over at Peter to see him staring at you. “ What? You're not freaked out?” He looked at you with a small smile on his face, “ Y/n, you’re looking at the man that killed his own niece, and tried to kill multiple teenagers. Nothing about what you told me surprises me.” 

I like that you're broken

Broken like me

Maybe that makes me a fool

I like that you're lonely

Lonely like me

I could be lonely with you

Being around the pack for almost six months without any issues was nice. You wanted the alpha power but Peter had talked you out of it, saying this boy wouldn’t be easy. You finally agreed with him after seeing his friends put up a hell of a fight for him. Over the past few months you and Peter had gotten close. The pack was suspicious of the connection you two had shared. They didn’t know what you guys had in common and they didn’t seem too worried about it. They were more worried about something called a DeadPool. You weren’t really worried seeing as you and Peter weren’t on it. You hated to admit it, but you had begun to develop feelings for the man. You wouldn’t say anything because you didn’t want to ruin what you had. 

You were staying at Peter’s apartment with him. It became a habit to wait up for him whenever he would be gone for long hours. This night was no different. You waited until about 3am when he walked through the door with blood all over his hands and his face, “ Peter!” He shook his head as he sat on the couch next to you, “ It’s not mine.” You nodded and waited for him to speak, “ Remember the asshole that buried a hatchet in my chest?” He looked over at you and you nodded, “ Well, they were fighting and I decided I wanted to kill the bastard.” You looked at the man before you in awe. He got up from the couch and walked into the bathroom. Hearing the shower start to run you slowly snuck into the bathroom. You could see a blurry version of him through the shower door. You stripped out of your clothes and walked silently to the door. Opening it slowly so as to not make a sound, you got in behind him and admired him from the back. You took your fingers and gently traced them up his back. He stilled before turning around to face you. The blood staining the water red as he let it wash over him. He just looked you up and down taking in all of you. Slowly walking forward you put your hands on his face and touched your nose to his, “ I like that you’re broken. Broken like me.” With the last word slipping off your tongue Peter couldn’t help himself. You grabbed your hips and pulled you flush against his chest. He didn’t say anything but looked all over your face for any sign telling him to stop. When he found nothing but love he lowered his head and slowly his lips met yours. 

[soulofapatrick]

The Pack Realises You’re in Love With Derek Hale 1/5

PARRISH - Peter Thornberry's POV:

I hear the window slide open and someone lands easily on their feet, the familiar creak of the window being shut again follows before the person just stops. I don't care who it is, I just need a supernatural break and I've told the whole pack this via a group message but I guess that doesn't matter. They want to bother me so guess what... they're bothering me.

"Do I not get one single day off?!" I can't help the anger seeping through my voice as I spin the desk chair, expecting to see Scott or Lydia, maybe even Jackson who has been making more and more visits recently but instead it's Parrish. All that frustration immediately is gone at the sight of his face and the amount of conflicting emotions in his chartreuse green eyes as he shuffles, "Parrish." I finally breathe out.

"I'm sorry, I can go..." He heads back for the window but I reach out, catching the sleeve of his jacket to stop him because my supernatural day off can wait. His gaze meets mine and he smiles sheepishly, looking unsure of himself and my hand holding his arm now, "Peter?"

"Come on, tell me what's wrong," I pull myself from the very comfortable spinny chair Noah got me when I started at Beacon Hills High with most of the pack just over a year ago, "I thought you were Scott honestly, he's been bothering me a lot recently as he's confused about his alpha status."

"I-" Jordan opens his mouth before closing it again, so I wait until he finally speaks up, "Lydia told me you were the person to go to if I needed help and I also heard you make some kick-ass hot chocolate."

"And who told you that huh?" I lead the police officer downstairs and towards the living room, his hand in mine that is really soft for someone who can set themselves on fire and be okay. He lets out a chuckle and I know my attempt at distractions is working. Jordan doesn't even seem to notice when I push him gently into a seat at the table, letting go of his hand, and going into the kitchen to begin the hot chocolate.

"Malia," He finally tells me as I decide to ignore the quick and easy kettle method of hot chocolate. Instead I heat up a pan, breaking up chocolate to melt and make the drink creamier because honestly, something tells me Jordan isn't taking to the supernatural world very well. I hope dogs like cream as well as cats, "She's been joining me on my patrols. I'm not sure how she does it really," He pauses, causing me to glance in his direction as he fumbles for the words, I just wait, "How she stays so composed. So... human."

"Practice," I reply, remembering how much Stiles worked with Malia to make her at least somewhat human. Nolan being turned actually helped her lot because she was forced to explain it all to someone else who could somewhat understand her, "And Nolan. Also an anchor."

"Anchor?"

"Someone or thing that tethers you to your human side. Every supernatural creature needs on, even me and I'm only an emissary." I explain, internally scolding myself because of course no-one's taught Jordan about anchors and how to control the shifts. I'm not sure if anyone even thought to because of everything that's happened over the last year. Yeah no, the look on his face says that I've spoken a completely foreign language to him so instead of embellishing I silently pass him his hot chocolate, letting him process it all first because anchors can be a lot if you've only just learnt about the supernatural but Jordan is strong.

"What's your anchor?" The hellhound finally speaks up, eyes raising from his drink to meet mine, "Or who, I guess."

"Mine?" He nods, "Mine is Derek. Derek Hale is my anchor."

"Derek..." Jordan doesn't finish his sentence as the cogs begin to turn in his head, "Derek Hale is your anchor because you love him?"

"I..." I'm not exactly sure how to reply because of course he hits the nail on the head immediately, "Yes, Derek's my anchor because I care for him. He keeps me grounded when I have to draw all that emissary power."

"Does it have to be a person?"

"Of course not, Derek's anchor is his anger."

"Derek's anchor isn't you?" Jordan again catches me off guard, "He has no idea how you feel?"

"N-"

"THE LIVING ROOM IS MINE!" Stiles comes racing through the front door, it slamming shut with a crash so loud that it makes even my human ears hurt, "THE METS ARE PLAYING AND THEY'RE WINNING SO SHIFT!" He's bouncing on the spot so I sigh fondly at my (adopted) brother's hyperactive nature before grabbing Jordan's hand again to take him back upstairs, "THANK YOU PETEY!" Stiles grins at me, practically giggling when I roll my eyes and tug Jordan back upstairs with me.

He eyes the bed and I've had most of the pack join me at some point so without a second thought I'm helping Jordan out of his jacket and telling him to get comfortably undressed, to help himself to any of my clothes as we're around the same height and to get into bed as he can stay here tonight. He hesitates until I'm giving him a pointed look and climbing under the freezing covers, wanting the hellhound to hurry up and join me. Finally Jordan starts to move, kicking his shoes off then the trousers before sliding into bed beside me, all that awkwardness I thought he'd gotten over coming back.

"Come here dumbass," I shake my head affectionately, pulling him into the centre of the bed and forcing him to roll over so I can spoon him because no guy will admit it but it's comforting being the little spoon sometimes.

It only takes a few minutes of Jordan shuffling awkwardly before all tension in his body disappears and he's whispering, "I want Lydia as my anchor."

"Then make her your anchor." I murmur back, already half asleep with the warmth radiating off of him and my forehead pressed against the back of his neck, arm loosely around his waist and one of my feet between his. That's how we fall asleep,

In the morning I wake to Parrish gone but a sticky note stuck to a soft looking purple sweater saying: 'it's fire retardant so if you even need to stop me. Do it. Love Parrish xxx'

Part 2 // Part 3 //  Part 4 // Part 5

[chloe-skywalker]

Pay Attention - Derek Hale

Derek Hale x Fem!reader (romantic)

Warnings: none

Word count: 681

Summary: Derek and y/n have been together for a long time. Just some of the people around them haven’t noticed

Masterlist

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“So that’s the plan?” Lydia questioned, just to double-check.

“Ok then.” Allison nodded

“Well, I need to get home before my dad does.” Stiles pushed off the table and headed towards the door.

“Can you drop me off on your way?” Scott asked following him out

“Yeah, sure.” Stiles nodded at his best friend. Followed by Lydia and Allison, with that they all left.

“Thank God their gone.” Derek let out moving to the kitchen to get a drink.

“I wouldn’t have phrased it like that.” Y/n laughed at his antics.

“That’s because they’re your friends.” Peter cut in from the far end of the couch.

“True” Y/n nodded

“Are you staying the night?” Derek asked as he came back into the living room.

“Yes. I brought clothes for tomorrow and everything.” Y/n smiled up at Derek standing before her.

“Did you bring Pajamamas?” Derek asked grabbing at her waist, as she stood up in front of him from her spot on the table.

“No, of course not.” she smirked up at him with a twinkle in her eyes.

“Good” Derek returned the smirk before leaning down and pulling her into a passionate kiss.

“He likes me to sleep in his shirts, Peter. So you can stop with that look your giving us.” Y/n spoke after they pulled away for air from eachother.

“Oh come on y/n! We both know that’s not the only reason!” Peter teased as he got up and put on his jacket before leaving the couple alone for the night.

“He’s a pest!” Y/n exclaimed

Derek smiled shaking his head in amusement. “He always has been. I’m glad you’re staying the night.”

“Me to.” she smiled biting her lip

“We should head to bed.” Derek raised his eyebrows suggestively

“Doesn’t mean we have to sleep.” Y/n suggested right back at him, before intertwining their hands and heading over to the bed.

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“So are you ready to head out after everyone- Woah!” Stiles jumped and stopped right in his track as he entered the loft.

“Ummm” Scott stopped to in the doorway.

“What’s going on here?!” Stiles yelled waving his hands around in the air.

“Maybe we should go?” Scott stammered out not wanting to intrude.

“No, no, no we want to know what’s this.” Stiles corrected entering the loft more.

“Why are you guys standing in the middle of the door-” Allison stopped once she got her answer in the view she was faced with.

“Stiles, she’s obviously in his shirt and on his lap. So out it together.” Peter told the teen boy as he entered the loft and passed them. Annoyed by the Stilinski boy’s lack of observing and outing together skills.

“It’s not that hard.” Y/n added to Peter’s statement.

“Yeah.” Lydia greeted walking past her friends.

“Hey, Lydia.” Y/n smiled as her friend walked over to her and gave her a hug, despite the fact she is on Derek’s lap and in not much clothing.

“Wait!” Stiles stared at Lydia shocked. “You’re not surprised?”

“Suprised at what Stiles?” Lydia asked

“Oh, I don’t know that she’s only wearing Derek’s shirt!” Stiles yelled out squinting from frustration.

“And sitting on his lap.” Scott add quite embarrassed by the scene in front of him.

“And that!” Stiles exclaimed

“Lydia?” Allison spoke in a questioning tone.

“She already knew guys.” Y/n stated the obvious

“Knows what?” Allison asked although she was getting a pretty good idea.

“That Y/n and Derek are in item.” Peter sighed really getting tired at this conversation.

“Is that true?” Scott asked turning his gaze to Y/n from Peter.

“Yes. We’ve been together for months. Hell, almost a year.” Y/n admitted.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Stiles asked confused

“We weren’t keeping it a secret. You guys just didn’t notice.” Y/n stated adjusting herself on Derek’s lap.

“Or ask.” Derek added keeping his hands around Y/n’s lower back.

“Next time, try to be more observant of your surroundings.” Peter smirked at the teenagers standing in the doorway.

[justimagineitblog]

PART 3: “Running” - Derek Hale x Reader

We're walking not even 5 minutes before Derek stops in his tracks. His eyes are wide open and I can feel him tense up.

"Shit, go" he swears, hobbling forward quickly.

"Derek, what's happening?" I ask urgently, speed walking to keep up with him.

"They're here"

Something whistles through the air, and Derek growls.  

He grabs my arm and we both take off in a sprint. I can hear him breathing heavily beside me.

Another whistling noise cuts through the air and suddenly Derek collapses. He yanks me down with him, but the adrenaline pumping through my body sends me back onto my feet immediately. The arrow has pierced his shoulder blade.

"Derek get up!" the urgency in my voice grows as I hear shouts in the distance get closer. The arrow falls onto the ground beside him and blood pours from the wound. He goes to let out a groan, but bites his lip in fear of alerting the people chasing us. I grab his good arm, and pull him up with all my might. Once he's standing I run, dragging him behind me.

Bullets are flying past us, hitting the surrounding trees. I pray for them to keep missing us, but I suppose God wasn't listening. Something hot and sharp shoots into the back of my thigh. Like lightning, pain shoots through my whole leg. An ear splitting scream explodes from my throat as I fall to the floor. My head is throbbing, making all the noises muffled and distant. I squeeze my eyes shut in pain, clutching at my thigh. Because I can't hear anything I assume Derek has kept running. I knew I shouldn't have trusted him. Bastard. Slowly, a muffled noise above my head gets louder and louder as I come back to my surroundings.

"Y/N" I hear a voice call over and over again. Am I dead? "Y/N please get up they're getting closer!" the voice begs. My eyes shoot open, and the blurry surroundings clear to reveal Derek. He's kneeling by my head, grabbing at my arms desperately to get me up.

"You stayed" I whisper, my voice sore and weak from screaming. He doesn't hear me, scooping his arms under my legs and back. With a loud heave, he lifts me up and begins walking. The sound of gun shot getting closer jolts me into full consciousness. I look around frantically, squirming in his arms.

"Derek, Derek put me down I'm slowing you down" He lets me down onto my feet and bends over at his waist, hurling up more black blood.

The pain of the burning bullet wound drowns out as I go into survival mode. Distract and hide. Distract them. While Derek keeps throwing up, I scurry around on the ground for a large rock. My hands search around in the leaves and dirt. But I get nothing but splinters. "DAMMIT" I growl, hitting the ground angrily. Finally, my hand slides across a rock hidden beneath the foliage. I gasp in surprise, pulling it from the dirt. I turn behind us, listening for the sound of the bullets. They're coming from the east. I hurl the rock as hard and far away from us as I can. I hold my breath, watching the rock fly in slow motion. I let out a relieved breath when it hits a tree and makes a loud noise.

"This way! They've gone this way!" A mans voice shouts in the distance, their gun shots shooting towards the direction of the rock I threw. It worked. I look around frantically, searching for somewhere to hide. All around us is tall thin trees and no coverage.

There's only one way to go... down. To our left is a steep hill that runs all the way along the forrest. I run to the edge of the drop off and am ecstatic to see that there's a cave like formation not far from the bottom that we could hide in. That's if we make the fall. Although it wouldn't be a complete free fall, tumbling down a steep hill could worsen our injuries. Or kill us. But if we stay here, we die. What a predicament.

I run back to Derek, who is growing paler by the second. When I kneel beside him, he looks over at me grimly.

"Go" he tells me, his body shaking violently.

"Hell no! You dragged me into this!" I exclaim, my stubbornness showing. He goes to argue back, but I stop him before he gets the chance. I pull him up yet again, and we run to the edge of the hill. As we're running, I begin counting down in my head.

3.... 2.... 1....

We're sliding over the edge, tumbling uncontrollably down the hill.

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@iamabeautifulperson18

@the-broken-halo-writer​

[fuckingthefictional]

I have a request for Derek Hale. Can please make the stiles adopted younger sister and Derek's mate she is human. And can she have a heart condition. Please and thank you

A/N: I made it so Stiles’ adopted sister was older, just so it would make me more comfortable with the relationship/age gap between Derek and Y/N. Hope you enjoy it!

Y/N Stilinski didn’t remember being adopted, she was a mere two and a half weeks old when she was abandoned- only later to be found by Officer Noah Stilinski. Who would later become her adoptive father. To the Stilinski couple, Y/N was their first child. They couldn’t understand why someone would just abandon their child, let alone their newborn child.

Soon they found out why. Y/N was sick. Very, very sick.

The first checkup they took Y/N to was the first time they realised the severity of the problem.

At first it was just fatigue and rapid breathing during bottle feeding- they thought nothing of it, thinking that it was a result of being left alone.

But no. Y/N had a type of Congenital Heart disease.

For the next few years the Stilinski family would be made up of just the three of them. Noah, Claudia and Y/N- that was until Stiles came along.

Y/N loved her little brother and would always be in close proximity of the boy. Stiles grew up with a sister with a heart condition and caring for her came naturally to him. In fact he still did so.

Whenever Y/N was ill, whether it was dizzy spells or seizures or the other multiple implications from her condition. He was there. Waiting with a bottle of cold water and a big hug. He was a sweet boy, and they never hid anything from each other.

So when Y/N knocked on Stiles’ bedroom door and walked in, in search of her medication and her brother’s help. She wouldn’t never have expected to see the sight of Stiles and Danny Māhealani hunched over his computer muttering to themselves and a half naked, completely ripped man rooting through her brother’s clothes draw.

Y/N cleared her throat, announcing her presence. Automatically they all turned to face her.

She just took a breath, shaking her head slightly in exasperation, “Do you know where my medication is?”

Immediately the hyperactive boy, jumped up and scrambled through the messy room.

A deep voice cut through the air, it was gruff but warm and comforting, “Are these the ones you’re looking for?” Y/N turned to the owner of the voice, seeing the former half naked man clutching her orange capsule of medicine.

“Um yeah,” she reached out to take them, “Thanks.” Her fingers brushed against his calloused ones and a blush spread across her face for an unknown reason.

And with that she turned and scarpered.

-

“Stiles who the hell was that in your room earlier?”

“Hm? Oh…Danny?”

Y/N rose an eyebrow at him, “No Sti, the other one. The one who for some reason was half naked.”

Stiles gulped nervously, looking behind his shoulders as to double check that the grumpy werewolf in question wouldn’t leap at him, “Derek Hale.”

“And his deal is?” She drawled out the ‘S’

“Y/N just drop it okay? He’s dangerous and I don’t want you getting hurt.”

Y/N put her hands up in defence, sniggering as she did so, “okay little brother chill.” She began to shuffle to the door, “Anyone who hangs around you couldn’t be a bad person.”

Stiles watched his sister leave before muttering, “Beacon Hills is changing.”

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Y/N walked back to her room, She planned on taking a nap- her chest and head had been giving her problems all day.

Pushing the door she plodded inside and shut it gently. The Stilinski girl felt herself become dizzy.

She clutched at the wall, trying to stay conscious but the blotches in her vision kept on coming.

Then it just faded to black, the last thing she could see was a concerned face that wasn’t her brother’s, cradling her head and stopping her body from hitting the floor.

Y/N cracked open an eye, grimacing at the bright lights of the white room. Hospital. The smell gave it away- she’d grown used to the antibacterial smell over the years.

Reaching out for the nurse button, she took a few minutes to take in her surroundings. More specifically the fact that a so called Derek Hale was sat slumped in the uncomfortable plastic chair with a blanket thrown haphazardly over his broad shoulders.

He was handsome that was for sure, especially now that he had no frown on his face. Y/N let out a small smile, debating what she should do.

She pressed the button that alarmed the nurses, with a few minutes the door opened and in walked Nurse McCall. Y/N could definitely admit that Melissa was her favourite.

“How’re you feeling?” She said, checking your stats.

“Sore.”

“I think they’re planning on releasing you sometime today.”

Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed, “How long was I out?”

“3 days.” Melissa paused, “Your dad and brother are worried sick- I forced them to go home and freshen up.”

The young girl nodded, somewhat glad they weren’t with her to make a huge fuss.

“He however,” The nurse pointed to the sleeping male, “Has refused to leave your side since he brought you in.”

Y/N felt her mouth open and close- no words escaped. Only a blush covered her face.

“He’s a keeper…treasure him. Someone like that will love you forever.”

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Hushed voices woke Y/N up once more, she was about to open her eyes but decided against it when she heard her name mid conversation.

“Derek? The hell are you doing here?”

“Protecting Stilinski’s sister.”

“Why? You don’t even know her.”

“I may not have known her for as long as you have Scott, but she’s my mate, my female- the one for me.”

What?!

“You know she’ll never want to be with you? You’re a werewolf- A monster!”

WHAT?!

“I could say the same for you, once Allison finds out what you are.”

She could here Scott huff, muttering to himself as he stormed out. No doubt to rant her brother.

“I know you’re awake.”

Y/N felt heat creep up on her cheeks, she opened her eyes and looked towards Derek. He looked concerned, worried that he had frightened the oldest Stilinski child with his true identity.

“You’re a…” Y/N trailed off

“Werewolf…Yeah.”

“And I’m your…”

“Mate.”

She was still confused, “what is a mate?”

Derek took a deep breath and rubbed his hand across his face, “Truthfully?” He asked as the bed bound girl nodded, “A mate is a werewolves’ soulmate, if you accept me as your mate and you accept the mate mark then we’ll be bonded for life. It’s like nothing in the world matters except for them. And for me that’s you.”

Tears filled up in Y/N’s eyes, Immediately Derek cupped his palms around her face, “Hey, hey, hey what’s wrong?”

“Not many people in my life truly care- my dad and Stiles sure. But- nobody has ever thought about being with me, I need to know this is true and not some cruel joke.”

Derek bowed his head, before lifting it again and flashing his eyes a golden yellow.

Y/N found herself gasping- entrances by his golden orbs.

“Let me take care of you, Let me be here for you…let me love you and never let you go Y/N. Please?”

He sounded genuine, he had proved he cared already by staying for the days she was unconscious. Maybe this could be her chance at feeling complete.

“Okay,” She took a deep breath in, before exhaling, “I trust you Soulmate.”