#smart grumpy guys are my bread and butter

[chronologiical]

Once was

[letstalkaboutsebbaby]

Something Kinda Funny - Chapter 5

In a night at work you meet the one guy you always thought only existed in movies. The handsome and troubled Frank would end up being way more than you expected. Pairing: Frank x Female Reader Rating: Mature A/N: I’m sorry it took me longer to post this. I’m busy feeling sorry for myself. Promise it’s just for a couple of days longer lol

From the window by the side of your bed, you see some birds flying and the sky trying to be a blue as beautiful as the color in Frank’s eyes. God, you’re so lame, but his arm bringing you closer to his chest is the best feeling you ever had the pleasure of experiencing. Since yesterday there's been a peace mixed with a strange buzz inside you and you can easily point to the handsome guy as the reason. Wanting to say a lot of little nothings and two or three big and deep revelations, you choose to keep quiet and wait for him to wake up and say something - as much as you’re excited about this, you know it’s important to be rational, especially because Frank is in a very delicate moment in his life.

All the thinking gets interrupted when the sound of his phone wakes him up and he reaches to get the device, turning it off before pulling you close again.

“Good morning” oh, the husky voice sure does things to your woman parts. Lame.

“Morning. Are you really here? I half expected you to be gone...”

“I said I was going to do it right..” he kisses your neck softly “I’m not sure how good I can be at that, but I’ll at least try, give me some credit” he jokes.

“Did you sleep okay?”

“Very much, yeah” his phone started beeping again and he cursed before ignoring the call once again. “What’s the plan for breakfast?”

“Eggs and bacon? Orange juice...or coffee if you rather. I think I have some buttered bread from yesterday, it’s delicious, you have to try!” You say standing up and holding his hand to help him up. He uses the grip to his advantage and brings you closer, kissing you.

Deciding on having a big breakfast outside, you send him to brush his teeth before you can do the same, using the time to change into a short white sundress. Something in the air yells picnic and you’re not about to ignore it, so as soon as you're both fresh and ready, you ask him to help you get the perfect blanket for it, high in the wardrobe.

“Waking up excited is a daily thing for you?” he says while reaching for the red quilt and throwing it at the bed.

“Are you grumpy in the morning?”

“I’m always grumpy” he pushes you lightly against the wall, blocking your way with both his arms and kissing you.

“That’s not true at all…you’re even smiling” his phone starts to beep again “You should get that”

“No, I shouldn’t”

“Why? Is that Jack?”

“No, it’s Kelly”

“Who’s Kelly?

“Kelly is a woman I went out with a couple of times…” he drops his head and grips your hips

“Oh” you try to walk away but his hands hold you in place.

“It was just that...I swear...I want to be honest and I’m telling you the truth” Frank sits in your bed and pulls you to sit by his side.

Something in your mind is telling you to make him call her and end this, whatever it is, so you can hear his voice telling her it’s over...this is not something you would have done, you’re not the jealous type and you know a relationship must rely on trust...but is this thing between you both a relationship? Is he serious about doing things right?

“...I’ll tell her, ok? Explain that I’m no longer alone, that I’m changing my relationship status I guess” he smiles so beautifully you can’t help but feel as surprised and happy with his admission as you’re feeling confused and sad that he was dating someone without telling you. The desire to hug him is almost as strong as the necessity of air, so you stand up and walk to the kitchen, reaching for a glass and filling it with cold water.

Watching him coming in you can’t smile like you always do when he enters places.

“Can you take this and the blanket outside, please?” you say giving him a clapboard and a little box with cutlery and napkins.

Frank does what you said and when he's back, you’re holding a jar of juice to him, that he reaches for to rest on the table.

“I want to talk”

“I have nothing to say..it’s just..”

“I told you the truth”

“Thanks”

“I don’t have feelings for her..I wasn’t going to see her again or anything like that..”

“I’m not sure how I feel about it, to be honest. So you liked Daphne, then you started going out with this second girl...and you couldn’t tell me? I mean, I don’t know why I’m feeling like this, it’s ridiculous…I just..I feel like I was telling myself the reason you wouldn’t give me a chance was because you like her so much but then..you were ok with dating other girls you just really didn’t want me”

“I couldn’t even consider you...come on, be fair. I was trying very hard not to want you. I’m not the right guy for you...look at all the mess I did with Daphne and Jack! You’re young and gorgeous and so fucking smart, I have no idea why you even talk to me, let alone want me”

“Well me neither! but I do. I want you, I think about you constantly...every night I hope you’ll show up at the bar even if it’s just to put some beer inside of you. And I’m disappointed somehow because I thought it would be me the one you would search for when you stopped loving her” yeah, there you go saying all the little things and the big revelations.

“Well, I have a master’s degree in fucking things up, but it was just sex and I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“You know what? I’m sorry. I’m being irrational and you owe me absolutely nothing”

“You’re important to me. This is important to me. For real” you drop your guard enough to let him stand close to you again, a hand tracing your cheek softly. “Ok?”

“Ok. I’m sorry”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, we’re adjusting to a new thing and there’s nothing else I would rather be doing” he mumbles and you kiss him. “Give me a piece of that bread and we're good” a delicious grin reaches his face.

Well, he’s taking your head from your project all right but is that what you want?

[andrewuttaro]

New Look Sabres: GM 17 - TBL - Sweden Pt. 2

5-3 Loss to the Lightning

Google says Buffalo and the surrounding area was a railroad commerce hub producing steel, auto products, and grain storage all not to mention the Great Lakes transportation. Buffalo has a proud history of being a working-class City. Now… oh boy… now I think it’s the biggest producer of Sabres gas. What’s Sabres Gas you ask? SABRES GAS IS THE GAS LIT UNDER 3 MILLION SABRES FANS ASSES EACH FALL AS WE’RE BAITED INTO BELIEVEING WE HAVE A GOOD TEAM ON OUR HANDS! Perrault, Martin, Robert, Gare, Housley, Mogilny, Lafontaine, Peca, Hasek, Miller, Briere, Vanek, Pominville all the heroes of old marched out this season for what? To remind us two generations before us also have gone through the same suffering? THE SABRES HAVEN’T BEEN GOOD FOR A DECADE! Don’t you tell me that 2009-2010 team was good. That was the first team I watched full time and let me tell you, the Sabres’ division at that time wasn’t anything like it is today! FUCK OFF WITH THAT DIVISION TITLE! THAT MINUS WELL JUST BE THE PEGULA BAIT BECAUSE BOTH THE PLAYOFFS THAT YEAR AND THE YEAR AFTER WERE NOT WORTH JACK SHIT! And what have we had since then? SHIT! AWFUL SHIT! I know some of you diehards put on your tank commander helmets and had a real exciting time from about 2013 to 2015, I did not. That was garbage and if I didn’t believe it was effective at the time I would have been smacking down anti-tanking hot takes like a Buffalo News Boomer! The only season there hasn’t been crushing disappointment with this team was Eichel’s rookie year; and the only reason that was a purely optimistic year was because he was too young for us to put him on blast! WE CAN’T EVEN AGREE ON WHY THEY SUCK! Mike Harrington and every hockey fan over 50 in this town feels the need to call out effort and grit from guys who either provide that in spades or were not drafted to punch people in the face! WHAT THE FUCK! DO YOU WANT TO HAVE FUN! And on the other side you got 20-30 something bitchy blog dudes with children in their avatar so you feel bad @ tweeting them when they drop the most pessimistic kill-me-now takes this side of Whole Foods! WHAT SHOULD I TALK ABOUT WITH THIS GAME? WHAT!?

Oh, Curtis McElhinney is the most overrated backup goalie in a generation. Hmm, that’s real compelling story telling! He won yesterday! The Sabres dominated the 5on5 shot share this second game in Sweden? You know I think we’d all dive into advanced stats a lot more if they weren’t SO OUT OF CONTEXT DEPRESSING ALL THE TIME! I understand Corsi and shooting percentage and even PDO now but all it feels like is I’ve found new ways to FEEL FUCKING DEPRESSED ABOUT THIS PERRENNIAL SHIT SHOW I’VE ATTACHED MYSELF TOO! Oh my God, imagine if I ran one of those advanced stats programs. Imagine how fucking grumpy I would be on the twitter machine if I spent the whole game cracking out numbers and charts only to be FUCKING ROASTED BY MY TEAM AGAIN WITH A FIFTH FUCKING STRAIGHT LOSS! Oh Chad you are some kind of Saint. Oh I forgot; we need to celebrate Victor Olofsson getting his first 5on5 goal! Yeah, let’s go back to that brief shining moment at the start of the third period when it seemed like we might just catch up with Tampa. Jack Eichel got the puck up to our favorite new Swede on what was hardly a breakaway. Olofsson gets the puck dragging two Lightning defenders behind him like he’s fucking Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer and manages to outmaneuver McElhinney to get Buffalo within one at 3-2 early in the third. There were two other Sabres goals in this game: Sam Reinhart continues to make us simultaneously love him and dread the cap jail he’s going put us in with the new contract next summer with his goal in the first. By the time Jack Eichel scored at the end of this game folks were already calling their Swedish Ubers to get back to their hotels and catch their flights. Oh tell me all about how they got the first goal or how they looked good in the back half of the second or how they might be able to win games without a great powerplay or how THEY ARE GETTING US BUTTERED UP FOR THE ROLL DOWN THE HILL AGAIN! FUCK! WHY DID I DECIDE I HAVE TO BE THE SABRES OPTIMIST!? FUCK THAT! I’M DONE LOOKING FOR SILVER LININGS! FUCK THIS TEAM THAT NEVER FUCKING CHANGES AND ONLY PROVIDES ME SOMETHING TO MISERABLE ABOUT WHILE I DON’T HAVE ANY DOMESTIC SOCCER TO BE MISERABLE ABOUT! FUCKITY FUCK FUCK!

Oh I hope Jason Botterill has signed a deal with Elliotte Friedman and Darren Dreger to provide us with a slow drip of Sabres rumors until the deadline passes and we just watch the whole house burn down around us again! That shit has been the only thing since before Halloween getting me excited about this team! Make a move Jason! You’re worried we’re going to roast you about it if it’s not good enough? We’re cynical sad crazy people following your team, WE’RE GOING TO DO THAT ANYWAY! What do you have to lose!? Your job? You think Terry is going pull the plug after firing sixty bazillion white bread yes men between his two pro teams since 2011? You sound smart, that’s THE ONLY REASON he hired you! FUCK PITTSBURGH, you could’ve built ten years of mediocrity in Minnesota but as long as you talked smart enough to deflect the inevitable shitstorms from him you were going to be his golden boy! He doesn’t want to fly his jet all over North America to dank arenas everywhere again! Do you think they want to do Rebuild Part III here or what? DO SOMETHING! 5 straight losses isn’t a big deal considering the last few years here but that shouldn’t be the expectation anymore. I know they played the games in Sweden; I know the officiating was horse shit, I know all these supposed disqualifiers of the recent skid being real; but I’m done giving them completely unjustified optimistic takes. When Tampa scored those two third period goals almost immediately back-to-back I was going to a movie with my wife for a fun little date night. I turned the radio off. This team is becoming a second job for some of us. The cloud of last season hangs over our head like an impending blizzard we know isn’t bad enough to get us time off a work. Most of my Sabres work is free content. I’m not getting paid for this job and if they can’t convert on chances and eek out even an overtime loss in four games then I’m not going to give them a full postgame. I’m sitting here watching the Bills more excited about a team in a sport I don’t even like! We’re only 17 games in but if this turns into another lost season I don’t know if I can keep asking for more. More suffering. More SABRES GAS!

That’s it for today. Like, share and comment if you want. That probably feels pretty difficult right now. 1-5-1 in the last seven games! Gross. Three points per seven games isn’t going to clinch a playoff spot, not even close! Is that what Jason Botterill and this organization wants this year or should I start looking at draft profiles again? At this rate we’ll find out before Thanksgiving! Have a nice day, Go Bills.

Thanks for Reading.

P.S. Tell me this garbage is more exciting then Soccer and so help me God I will stick my foot up your ass!

[tweenw]

Field Trip pt. 2-(Derek Hale)

Characters: Peter Hale, Erica Reyes, Isaac Lahey(mentioned), Derek Hale and (Y/N)

Pairing: Teacher!Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: swearing, some light smut, and the whole illegal relationship thing

Word count: 3876

Summary: Can (Y/N) and her history teacher Derek Hale keep their relationship on the down-low?

A/N: Here’s the requested second part, if anyone enjoys this then I will be posting a third part :)

Part 1    Part 2    Part 3

“Don’t forget your assignments due for next week.” Mr Hale shouts after the desperate students eager to escape class and start planning their Friday night parties. 

Since we’ve come back from the Christmas holidays a few months back, a lot of things have changed. I read Derek’s notebook, and at first I thought he was joking. I actually avoided him for the entire holidays. That is until I told Erica about it all and she proved me wrong in the most unexpected way. Who knew the world was so small. Then when I finally got the guts to show up at his house to apologise, I met his sarcastic uncle Peter, who to this day tries to make passes at me. I also found out that half of my friends are like Derek, but they never thought about letting me in on this secret for some reason. It kind of stung, but I understand why they kept it a secret.

I laugh a little at Derek’s feeble attempts. At least he tries. I pack up all of my books and head to his desk where he’s also packing up his stuff. Unlike the other teenagers who are going to be partying and regretting it tomorrow, I have my entire night planned out perfectly. And it involves my favourite teacher.

“So, I’ll be over when I drop my books off. Please tell Peter to restrain himself a little more this time.” I smile up at Derek. Each time I look at him I get overcome with pride, because I know he’s mine. Yes, there’s the issue with the law and we technically can’t be public, but I know we’re exclusive. 

“I do every time, but you know what he’s like. He loves to tease knowing fine well it pisses me off.” Derek jokes a little, but he takes a step back so we don’t look to friendly and comfortable. That snaps me back to reality. I cough a little and smooth my skirt down. 

“I better get going, but expect me soon.” I leave his class and walk out of the class, anticipation and excitement brewing in my stomach. Nights in with Derek in his loft are always something to look forward to.

Erica joins me as I walk out of the school, a small smirk on her lips. 

“Look at you, living on the edge.” She laughs a little, and I laugh with her. She isn’t wrong, this is so unlike me. Up until the fateful day I met Derek Hale I’d spend all of my free time in the park reading, and now I’m breaking the law. What joy.

The two of us get into her car and she starts it up. “What plans do you have for tonight? Anything exciting?” I ask Erica as she drives to my house.  At least one of us has her driving licence. 

She winks over at me before I slap her shoulder to remind her to keep tabs on the road. “I have a date, actually. He’s also older, you’re not the only one who has a thing for older guys. But he’s like, a few years older than Derek.”

I raise my brows at her. Erica Reyes having a date isn’t all that surprising, since she’s pretty much the hottest girl in school. But Erica Reyes having a date with an older man? Who knew we were so similar.

She pulls up outside of my house and I get out, but not before passing over some wisdom. 

“Use protection, and please make sure to give me all the details tomorrow.”

I slowly make my way into the massive building, which is owned by Derek, and begin to walk up the flights of stairs. You would have thought that if Derek was rich enough to buy this warehouse of sorts he’d at least install an elevator. But judging by him fat to muscle ratio, the stairs do him good. So, instead of whining, I keep walking and send him a quick text as I get into the elevator. 

‘Be up soon, I have a little surprise for you x’

I bite my lip at the thought of how Derek might react. Yes, we’ve only been doing this relationship thing, whatever it is, for a few months, but something tells me this might be a good idea. 

I open the door to his little ‘apartment’ and walk into the warmth, the smell of vanilla candles welcoming me. Derek is a very clean person, which didn’t really come as a surprise. He just seems like that kind of guy. But he has a serious candle-hoarding problem.

In the corner of the kitchen, his uncle, Peter is sipping a cup of tea. A part of me slowly dies, but I force a smile. Peter is tricky. He’s a dick with sarcasm and behavioural problems, but he’s funny and makes me feel welcome despite knowing the illegal relationship Derek and I have going on. So I’m still on the fence with him.

“Ah, if it isn’t my favourite human. Don’t worry love, I’ll be out of your hair soon.” Peter smiles at me as I walk into the kitchen and place my bag on the counter. There’s a bag of groceries lying on the table, unpacked and it doesn’t look like it’s going to be put away any time soon. 

“Nice to see you too Peter, what do you have planned for today other than scaring little children?” I grin at the older man teasingly and start to unpack the bag, putting some vegetables into the fridge. Peter raises his eyebrows at my actions, but doesn’t question them. At least he’s not the one that has to put this away. 

“Very amusing as per, (Y/N). If you must know, I have a date of my own to attend to.” Peter says smugly, straightening out his suit a little. Ah, that’s why he’s all dressed up. But wait, doesn’t Erica have a date too today? And with an older guy? Of course, I should have known.

I take out the bread and put it in the metal tin they have for it.

“Well, I hope you enjoy it. At least you can actually go out and be seen together.” I mutter under my breath, but no doubt he’s heard it, with the wolf hearing and all.

Peter finishes his cup of tea, places the empty cup in the sink and walks to the door. Before he opens it, he looks back at me with an almost sad smile. 

“I don’t know how serious you and Derek are, but I know he cares about you. A lot, this is the most vulnerable I’ve seen him in years. I think this has potential, just don’t get caught. I know you make him happy.” Peter smiles a little at me and then walks out of the door, leaving me with a small smile of my own. 

Peter is right, for once. If we both care about the other as much as we do, things will be fine. We just need to keep this under wraps for another six months until I graduate. It does leave me wondering, though. Is what Derek and I are doing good? He’s about seven years older than me, which I guess isn’t too bad, but he is my teacher. And last time I checked teacher/student romances don’t end well 99% of the time.

“Hey, I wasn’t expecting you here so early.” Derek says from the doorway he’s casually leaning against, a small smile present on his face. He hasn’t shaved, which personally I find extremely attractive. Derek with a stubble or small beard is heaven, though Derek could rock eyeliner and a pink wig if he wanted to.

“Sorry, I just wanted to see you.” I grin and set down the butter and instead walk over to give Derek a loving kiss. As per usual, the mere touch of his skin on mine sends bolts of lightning coursing through every nerve in my body, causing it to stand to attention. 

Don’t get me wrong, Derek is so physically attractive it takes my entire willpower to not pull him into some broom closet at break in school and show him just how fun things can get. But he’s also incredibly smart, witty and understanding. He’s so compassionate and loving it sometimes takes me by surprise. I haven’t fallen in love with Derek because of his physique, I truly love him for who he is, whether it be a grumpy sourwolf or caring boyfriend.

I pull away from him and grab his hand. It’s movie night tonight, so the sooner we get started the sooner I can be cuddled up to him.

The two of us walk to his room and I plop down on his large bed whilst he turns on his TV. The covers and pillows smell just like him, a hint of vanilla, mint and mud. It’s strangely comforting. On his bedside table are a few simple things. A lamp, his phone, a pair of earphones, and surprisingly the jar I gave him for Christmas. There are a few notes missing already, which warms my heart. He actually reads them.

“Did you think I’d just disregard it and put it away in a drawer somewhere?” Derek asks gently as he crawls onto his bed next to me. I turn around to see him a few inches away from me, a small smile on his face. I shake my head no. Of course I know Derek wouldn’t.

Derek never makes the first move. He never kisses me first, he never hugs me first. It’s almost like he’s afraid of hurting me, like I’ll break under his touch. Or maybe he still feels guilty about the two of us. 

“(Y/N) I’m not saying I don’t want to be with you, because I’m starting to think that Peter is right about you being my soulmate. But try to see things from my point of view. You’re young, only 17. You have your life ahead of you, you should be getting drunk at parties and making out with guys your own age. Guys you can kiss in public and introduce to your parents.” Derek paces around the room like an animal trapped in a cage with his hands in his hair as I stand at the door to his loft. 

Today was supposed to be another movie night, until Derek found out that Erica and Isaac knew about us, which led him to believe others would find out sooner or later. 

I raise my eyebrows at the werewolf in front of me. Is he for real?

“Derek if I wanted to be with immature snotty STD-ridden teenage boys I would be. Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I’m happy with you? That you are what I want, and not some random drunk boy at a party? So what if I can’t kiss you in public or bring you home to Christmas parties? In another eight or so months I can do all of that.” I throw my hands up in the air in sheer exhaustion. I knew Derek was having some doubts about us, but I didn’t know they were this serious. 

Derek stops pacing the room and looks at me with so much raw fear it makes me go weak at the knees. He looks like he’s leading a war with himself.

“(Y/N) I love you, you’re my soulmate. I’m so selfish for keeping you around, but the mere thought of hurting you pains me. This isn’t right, I shouldn’t be stealing your youth years from you, God know the same thing was done to me. I don’t want you feeling trapped.” Derek almost begs me, like a part of him wants me to turn around and walk away, to never talk to him again. But I know better. I know that we’re both too invested in the other to just simply let go. He said we’re soulmates, and I believe him. 

I walk over to Derek and grab a hold of his face to keep him still. 

“Derek Hale I am in love with you, have been since that ridiculous trip to the museum months ago. I want to be with you, the thought of being away from you is too painful. You aren’t stealing anything from me, you’re making my life so much more better than you can imagine. I want you in my life, now, a few months from here, a few years. I want you, and I’m not giving up on us.” I say firmly, hoping that I have convinced him to believe me. 

Derek searches my face for any trace of regret or fear or uncertainty, but all that he finds is determination and love. Without hesitation, he crashes his lips against mine with such force it leaves bruising behind.

I roll over and straddle Derek, catching him off guard. He cocks his head to the side a little and furrows his brows, as if confused by my sudden action. In the background, Zombieland starts playing.

I place a trail of small kisses along Dereks exposed neck, evoking a sharp breath from him. I keep licking and nipping at his skin until I get down to his jeans, where I stop. The man beneath me is breathing heavily, his hands slowly caressing my hips which causes my skirt to hike up to my waist. 

I look up at Derek and bite my lip a little, a string of impure thoughts running through my head. If I had it my way, we wouldn't just watch movies on movie nights. And by the looks of it, Derek would agree with me. 

I slowly grind against Derek, emitting a low groan from him. His grip on my hips tightens , but he doesn’t do anything else. Just close his eyes and  grit his teeth like he’s trying to control himself. 

I keep up my slow movements and begin to unbutton my blouse, one button at a time. The sound of the buttons causes Derek to suddenly open his eyes and look at me with so much longing and lust it’s almost enough to tip me over the edge. But I keep going, until all of the buttons are undone and he can see the silky red bra I have on. He mutters a soft ‘fuck’ before letting go of my hips, sitting up suddenly, and grabbing a hold of my wrists.

“(Y/N) what do you think you’re doing?” Derek asks, his voice strained like he’s ready to rip the skirt off me. I just smile innocently at him.

“I’ve already seen that movie, and you look really good today. The way you absentmindedly bit on your ruler in class gave me all sorts of thoughts.” I grin at him, enjoying the sudden power I have over him. This is the first time this is happening, me being in charge. So I may as well enjoy it whilst it lasts.

Derek growls, a deep throaty sound, before shaking his head a little. All it will take now is just a little push. I lean close to him and run my tongue across his ear.

“Derek, please fuck me.” I whisper. And that’s all it takes for the Alpha to flip us over and start kissing down my neck sensually.

The sound of hushed voices from the next room wake me up from my deep sleep. The voices are urgent, almost angry, but still somehow calm. A yawn escapes me as I slowly sit up and look around.

There are pillows strewn all over the oak floor, along with the clothes I had on yesterday. My blouse is ripped. The bed next to me is empty, which means one of the hushed voices must belong to Derek. The events of last night begin to flood back. 

The tender kisses, the reassuring ‘I love you’s, the growls that belonged to Derek, the moans that belonged to me. The way his hands felt on my body ignite a new fire in the pit of my stomach, so unexpected and strong that it leaves me craving for Derek’s touch, whether it be a hug or something much more impure. 

The door to the room suddenly opens and in walks a shirtless Derek with a plate of pancakes in his hands. He looks happy, content. His hair is dishevelled and he’s only wearing boxers, which I do not mind in the slightest. Just the sight of him brings a huge smile to my face.

“Morning beautiful, how’d you sle-” Derek starts to say, but quickly stops as he glances at me questioningly. Confused, I look down but there’s nothing out of the ordinary. I’m wearing his shirt, but that’s about it.

“You know I can smell your arousal, right?” Derek raises his brows at me. I mentally kick myself for thinking back to last night. I didn’t think that he could be so tuned in with such smells.

I cross my legs over the blankets and roll my eyes at him. But I can’t help the blush that overcomes my face. 

“Don’t sound so surprised, you know what you do to me.” I take the plate from him without looking up in sheer embarrassment and dig in to the blueberry pancakes neatly stacked on the plate. A little moan escapes me as I come to terms with how delicious his cooking is. 

Derek comes to sit down next to me and steals a berry from the plate, to which I playfully poke him with my fork. I swallow the chunk of pancakes and turn to look at the god-like creature next to me.

“So what was that about? Who were you arguing with?” I ask and take another bite of the pancakes. Seriously, Derek’s a keeper. Who knew he’s so good at cooking? I could definitely get used to this. 

Derek just sighs and wraps his arm around my shoulders, the first time he’s initiated anything. I feel my heart jump-start and begin to hammer away.

“Well, it was Peter. He was confused about the second heartbeat coming from my room so I had to break the news for him. He actually tried to act like a condescending parent. And he can also, uh, smell you.” Derek chuckles a little as he reminisces in the conversation he had with his uncle a few minutes ago. I just raise my eyebrows. 

“Well, I told you I could smell your arousal. And so can he.” Derek looks at me apologetically, almost like it pains him to actually admit that. A feeling of dread washes over me as I realise what he means. Oh my god. I immediately put down the plate next to me and get under the covers in a feeble attempt to contain whatever Peter can smell. This is one of the downsides of dating a werewolf.

Derek laughs at me and just shakes his head. “(Y/N) that won’t help. Why don’t you go get cleaned up and I’ll find something for you to wear? I don’t think your blouse can do it’s job anymore” Derek pushes me lightly in the direction of the door. 

I groan in protest but decide that maybe getting cleaned up is a good idea. I make my way out of Derek’s room with the slightest limp and walk down the hallway to the bathroom. Out of the corner of my eyes, I notice Peter chuckling at me. I chose to take the high road and ignore him.

I quickly use the bathroom, having to result to using my finger as a make-shift toothbrush and once I decide that my hair can’t get any more tamer, I walk back out. 

“Well, I guess I don’t have to ask how your date went then.” Peter calls from the sofa, a book in his hand and a smirk on his lips. I just glare at him. 

“Peter, please stop being a sleazy bastard.” I smile sweetly at him, to which he just winks. Typical Peter Hale response. I shake my head a little and keep walking, but Peter once again feels the need to share his thoughts with me.

“Nice limp there, (Y/N). Did you happen to trip and fall onto my nephews dick?” He laughs teasingly, to which I just show him my middle finger and keep walking. I swear it’s too early to be putting up with this guy, whatever the time is. He’s worse than Erica, he has absolutely no filter between his brain and his mouth. Maybe that’s why they get along so well.

I walk back into Derek’s room to see him fully dressed in jeans and a blue shirt, which really fits well in all of the right places, like everything else he wears. I’m so lucky. 

“I hate to break the news, but the pack wants to come over. So unless you’re ready for them to be let in on our little secret, you should probably go.” Derek smiles sadly over at me, hesitating at the word ‘pack’. He still isn’t completely used to the fact that I know who he really is. 

Like last month, I came over to his apartment and some girl scout knocked on his door to sell him cookies and he growled at her and flashed his teeth, and when he saw that I was behind him and seen him, he totally freaked out. He seriously thought he scared me.

“Derek, I know you’re not ready for them to see us. That’s fine. Plus, I’ve spent too long with Peter for my liking.” I grin over at him and head to the bed to get the clothes he picked out. It’s just a simple shirt and shorts, though they’re a few sizes bigger, I really don’t mind. I quickly strip from the shirt Derek gave me to sleep in, not really caring that I’m completely naked since he’s already seen me, and pull on the clothes Derek so kindly offered. Going commando has always been something I’ve wanted to do. 

I grab my backpack from the corner of the room and stuff the ripped clothing into it, almost shedding a tear at the sight of my bra that’s now in pieces. Well, it was cute whilst it lasted. 

Derek sits up from his bed and walks over to me, taking a hold of my hand. He looks thoughtful as he runs his thumb over my knuckles. 

“Do you... Do you regret it? Even a little?” He asks, taking me by surprise.

Do I regret losing my virginity to Derek? My history teacher? The man I am desperately in love with? My soulmate? No, I don’t. Not in the slightest. The thought even sounds ridiculous. 

I bite my lip a little and shake my head no. There is no way I could possibly regret what happened last night. Yes, it may have been a little quick, but totally worth every second.

Derek places a gentle kiss on my forehead, then my nose, and then finally my lips. The kiss is tender, feather-like. It only lasts for a few seconds. 

“I love you, (Y/N).” Derek whispers, placing another soft kiss on my lips, one full of promise. One that tells me that no matter how this will end, he will always love me and at the end of the day we both know the other one is in it for the long run.

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DISNEY QUOTES MEME

send a   🏰  and I’ll generate a number, 1-166 and post the sentence as a starter. 

Ah, yes. Now what are you, and who are you doin' here?

Now, I'm warnin' ya. Don't let nobody or nothin' in the house.

I'm so ashamed of the fuss I made.

A lie keeps growing and growing until it's as plain as the nose on your face.

Well... guess he won't need me anymore. What does an actor want with a conscience, anyway?

You buttered your bread. Now sleep in it!

All we gotta do is build an act. Make ya a star. A headliner! 

Gab, gab, gab. They're always gossipin'.

If you can't say something nice, don't say nothing at all.

You know, just the other day, I was talking to myself about you, and we were wondering what had become of you.

So this is love. So this is what makes life divine. I'm all aglow...

Oh, that clock! Old killjoy. I hear you. "Come on, get up," you say, "Time to start another day."

I can't believe. Not anymore. There's nothing left to believe in. Nothing.

Oh, I wasn't... I mean, I do, but-but don't you think my dress...

Why, it's like a dream. A wonderful dream come true.

Oh, I understand, but... it's more than I ever hoped for.

Read the directions and directly you will be directed in the right direction.

It would be so nice if something would make sense for a change.

Ah, that's just it. If you don't think, then you shouldn't talk.

if I lose my temper, you lose your head! Understand?

Curiosity often leads to trouble.

Better look first, for if one drinks much from a bottle marked "Poison", it's almost certain to disagree with you sooner or later.

Of course not. This is an unbirthday party.

Mustard! Yes, mu- MUSTARD? Don't let's be silly! Lemon, that's different...

Of all the silly nonsense, this is the stupidest tea party I've ever been to in all my life.

Goodness gracious, whatever shall we do?

It's... It's just that I never thought about it before. Say, that's it! You think of a wonderful thought.

Don't you understand, _____? You mean more to me than anything in this whole world!

Just a cute little bundle... of trouble!

You know, sometimes I don't think she's really very happy.

Well, I'm really not supposed to speak to strangers, but we've met before.

Well, *that* would make me happy.

But don't you remember? We've met before.

I'm awfully sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you.

Oh... I just love happy endings.

I'm so hungry I could eat  a whole elephant.

You idiots! You fools! You imbeciles!

I'm not sleepy. I'm hungry.

I'd like to tear his gizzard out.

Sounds like someone's sick. How lovely. I do hope it's serious. Something dreadful.

When he stays out all night, he's always grumpy the next morning.

This will take brains, not brawn.

I was just wonderin', are we good guys or bad guys? You know, I mean, uh? Our robbin' the rich to feed the poor.

Rob? Tsk tsk tsk. That's a naughty word. We never rob. We just sort of borrow a bit from those who can afford it.

Oh, he's so handsome, just like his reward posters.

Wowee! I'm tip-top, alright, but I'm not as good as he is.

Look, why don't you stop moonin' and mopin' around? - Just - Just marry the girl.

Ladies don't start fights, but they can finish them!

Why, your eyes are like sapphires sparkling so bright. They make the morning radiant and light.

Wait a minute. I'm the leader! I'm the one that says when we go.

You FORCE them to like you, idiot!

You get down there and find the big diamond, or you will never see the teddy a - gain!

We're still friends, right?

Don't worry, old fellow. It's not *entirely* hopeless.

There's no evil scheme he wouldn't concoct! No depravity he wouldn't commit.

Now, you will remember to smile for the camera, won't you? Say "Cheese".

I'm afraid that you've gone and upset me. You know what happens when someone upsets me.

Hey, man, if this is torture, chain me to the wall.

Isn't it rather dangerous to use ones entire vocabulary in a single sentence?

Hey, man, you're ugly! And you're uglier than him! And you're Ugly, Part Three! Hey, you're Revenge of the Ugly!

Ooh, I think she likes me, man!

Hm. Teenagers. They think they know everything. You give them an inch, they swim all over you.

My nerves are shot. This is a catastrophe!

Have I ever been wrong? I mean when it's important!

I just don't see how a world that makes such wonderful things could be bad.

You'll have your looks. Your pretty face and don't underestimate the importance of "body language." Ha!

This has got to be, without a doubt, the single most humiliating day of my life!

I didn't make it all the way through third grade for nothing.

Well, there's the usual things. Flowers, chocolates, promises you don't intend to keep.

How can you read this? There's no pictures!

This is yet another example of the late neoclassic Baroque period. And, as I always say, "If it's not Baroque, don't fix it!".

Oh dear. That didn't go very well at all, did it?

Couldn't keep quiet, could we? Just had to invite him to stay, didn't we?

I'd like to thank you all for coming to my wedding. But first I'd better go in there and uh, propose to the girl!

All right, Sparky, here's the deal. If you wanna court the little lady, you gotta be a straight shooter. Do ya got it?

No, really. On a scale of one to ten, you are an eleven.

How many cups of sugar does it take to get to the moon?

Arrrgh! This is the *stupidest* vacation! You drag me from home, jam me into this dumb car, drive me a million miles away to see some stupid rat show!

Oh yes, the past can hurt. But from the way I see it, you can either run from it, or... learn from it.

I'm surrounded by idiots...

I laugh in the face of danger

Being brave doesn’t mean you go looking for trouble

For what? This? I've gotten out of worse scrapes than this. Can't think of anything right now, but.

I'd rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you.

Is this bottomless pit a friend of yours?

You are a sad, strange little man, and you have my pity.

You uncultured swine! What're you lookin' at, ya hockey puck?

I've set my laser from stun to kill.

Oh, great. If anyone attacks we can blink em' to death.

Candlelight, privacy, music. Can't think of a better place for hand-to-hand combat.

Speaking of trouble, we should have run into some by now.

Why is it, whenever we meet, I end up bleeding?

You leave town for a couple of decades and they change everything.

I'm a damsel, I'm in distress, I can handle this. Have a nice day.

You know, wh-when I was a kid, I-I would have given anything to be exactly like everybody else.

Fabulous party. You know, I haven't seen this much love in a room since Narcissus discovered himself.

Would you like to stay forever?

My little baby, off to destroy people.

Ooh, I think my bunny slippers just ran for cover. Come on, scare me, girl!

They popped out of the snow, like daisies!

First rule of leadership: Everything is your fault.

You listen to me, my boy. I've made a living out of being a failure, and you, sir, are not a failure.

Do I look stupid to you? 

I was saved! I was saved by a flying wild man in a loincloth.

Are you sure this water's sanitary? It looks questionable to me!

Um, okay, but it won't be the same coming from me.

But I don't wanna use my head!

I may not be a smart dog, but I know what roadkill is.

Don't tell me. We're about to go over a huge waterfall.

It's called a "cruel irony", like my dependence on you.

Why do we even *have* that lever?

Break it down? Are ya kidding me? This is hand-carved mahogany.

That is the last time we take directions from a squirrel.

Oh, he's doing his own theme music? Big, dumb and tone deaf. 

Is there anything on this menu that is not swimming in gravy?

We done a lot of things we're not proud of. Robbing graves, eh, plundering tombs, double parking. But, nobody got hurt. Well, maybe somebody got hurt, but nobody we knew.

Hey, look, I made a bridge. It only took me like, what? Ten seconds? Eleven, tops.

Well, as far as me goes, I just like to blow things up.

C'mon, fight that plaque! Fight that plaque! Scary monsters don't have plaque!'

Now, put that thing back where it came from, or so help me...!

Ha, ha, ha. You've been jealous of my good looks since the fourth grade, pal.

You know, like on the street, with the honk-honk and the vroom-vroom, and the no walking involved?

Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind, or forgotten.

My friends need to be punished.

Leave me alone to diiieee...

This is you, and this is your badness level. It's unusually high for someone your size.

You'll like it, 'cause it's stinky, LIKE YOU! 

"Oh, look at me, I'm a flippy little dolphin, let me flip for you! Ain't I something?"

Well, you never really know you know, but when they know, you'll know, ya know?

There he is. Ha ha! Come here, loverboy.

I mean, who wants the pressure of being super all the time?

You know?! For a little bit. I feel like the maid: "I just cleaned up this mess! Can we keep it clean for, for 10 minutes?! Please?!"

Now, I'll tell you what we're not gonna do. We're not gonna panic, we're not gonna die.

I never look back, darling. It distracts from the now.

Boy, I'm pretty good at this lawyerin' stuff!

You and me... we're in a club now.

Swear you'll take us there. Cross your heart! Cross it! Cross your heart!

I know this may seem boring, but I think the boring stuff is what I remember the most.

I was hiding under your porch because I love you.

There is no way I am kissing a frog and eating a bug on the same day.

If I can mince, you can dance.

I was beginning to think wishing on stars was just for babies and crazy people...

Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. This is bad. This is very, very bad. This is really bad'! 

Stay calm. It can probably smell fear.

I've always wanted to go out with a bang!

Yeah, this one we caught sticking his bumper where it didn't belong!

I'm bad, and that's good. I will never be good, and that's not bad. There's no one I'd rather be than me.

I don't wanna be the bad guy anymore.

Well, this place just got interesting.

Tut tut! As your merciful princess, I hereby decree that everyone who was ever mean to me shall be… executed.

They get away with murder! I can never get away with anything!

I'm gonna wipe the floor with that little know-it-all.

Wait, what am I looking at right now? Why are you hanging off the earth like a bat?

I've always wanted a nose! So cute; it's like little baby unicorn!

Oh, look at that. I've been impaled.

On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your pain?

Hey, kid? If you're pullin' my leg, I'm gonna eat yours.

I'm doing the happy dance, I'm not wearing any pants!

Crying helps me slow down and obsess over the weight of life's problems.

Well, he was right about one thing; I don't know when to quit!

Never let them see that they get to you.

It's called a hustle, sweetheart.

Life isn't some cartoon musical where you sing a little song and all your insipid dreams magically come true! So let...it...go.

I'm sorry. I gotta blink. How do you hold your eyes open that long?

You trust her. Becky's eating a cup.

When you use a bird to write with, it's called tweeting.