#when they wear off it is in waves like overhearing someone laugh particularly loud in a diner and wondering what jokes theyre sharing

[hyah-lian]

O hello time that the mental clarity wears off and the chaos and screaming distractions creep back in

[aobajohxsai]

(Fem!Reader HC) May I request for Oikawa, Iwa, Daichi, Tsukki and Yams's girlfriends feeling insecure because the boys are surrounded by taller and slimmer (she's short and chubby) girls so she grows distant with them and starts to avoid them like the plague. How they find out, approach and reassure/comfort the girl will be up to you~ 💖 I understand if you dw to write this. ^-^ It's just, I've struggled with my looks for years and it's just ☹☹☹ Sending love and hugs 🥰 - 🍡 anon

has it been six months since i last posted sth here

yes.

Love, I’m so sorry everything took so long!! Your wonderful messages never failed to brighten up my day and I just think you’re the loveliest person I’ve ever met! I may not show it, via my blatant avoidance of this blog, but you’re amazing and I appreciate every message, thank you!!

Without further ado, I hope this was worth the wait (probably not, I haven’t written in half a year, but I tried my best) <3

Also, I didn’t do Daichi, Tsukki and Yams, as I went wayyy overboard with the headcanons (it’s 600+words each), but feel free to request them again in a separate ask, love :)

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Oikawa and Iwaizumi comforting their insecure girlfriend (Plus-sized!Reader)

Warnings: Some self-loathing, but it turns fluffy afterwards

You tried to even your breathing, (e/c) eyes glued to the horde of fangirls almost jumping on your boyfriend. Your hot, talented, brilliant, athletic boyfriend - Who, to your dismay, seemed adamant to keep flirting back.

Normally, you weren’t a jealous person - It’s a given when it comes to dating someone such as “The Great King”. That day, however, the green monster seemed to be rearing its ugly head, pushed upwards by all your deep-rooted insecurities. The girls he was surrounded with were stunning - Long, slim legs, the oversized sweater of the Seijoh uniform actually being oversized on them, the way they seemed to look so much better by your lovely boyfriend’s side than you.

“Y’know he’s only doing that to ensure Seijoh’s popularity or whatever bullshit he keeps spewing about it, right?”, a deep voice spoke from behind you, effectively startling you. How Iwaizumi could read you so well, that would always surprise you, but you supposed it came with years upon years of having to read his seemingly unreadable best friend. You tried to will away the tears that had formed in your eyes, letting out a small giggle at Hajime’s characteristic profanity.

“Oi, Shittykawa! Get your ass over here and greet your girlfriend!”, he yelled, effectively grabbing the attention of the entire fan-club and the man to whom it was dedicated. You felt a deep flush rising on your cheeks at the attention, prepared to listen to a quick dismissal from your boyfriend, but were instead met with a surprisingly feminine squeal.

Oikawa seemed to all but pounce on you, taking you into a tight hug and spinning you around a little. Placing you back down, his whiskey eyes seemed to have a gleam to them, effectively having lit up the second he’d seen you.

He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, before pouting exaggeratedly.

“Why didn’t you say anything, love? I kept waiting and waiting and my beautiful girlfriend just wouldn’t show up!”

That’s when the previously-forgotten dread made its appearance again. He hadn’t even noticed you in the sea of pretty girls. But that’s alright - You should have seen it coming, ever since you started dating the most popular guy in your high-school. Just fake it ‘til you make it, c’mon, he made a joke, laugh, Y/N, dammit-

A bitter laugh left your lips, so aggressive it even startled Oikawa. 

“It’s quite alright, wouldn’t have expected you to, surrounded by all these pretty girls and all.” Another aggravated laugh left your lips, as you tried to sell it as a good-natured joke, but it was obvious that your boyfriend had definitely read through it. His expression seemed to darken, brows furrowing, before he quickly fell back into his well-rehearsed role, letting out an exaggerated gasp. 

“Oh, but you’re the prettiest one out of all of them! I’d never miss your gorgeous face!” He smirked, before squishing your cheeks lightly, eyes widening in a playful expression. “Actually”, he motioned towards the girls still watching you guys oh God- before promptly placing a hand around your shoulders, pulling you into his side protectively.

“Hey, everyone, look at my beautiful, lovely, gorgeous, girlfriend! Isn’t she the prettiest?”

The girls seemed to be whispering amongst themselves, confused expressions adorning their faces, before nodding shyly. You couldn’t have cared less, though - In the arms of the boy you loved, you were sure you’d never feel insecure ever again.

Having your boyfriend be the ace of a popular volleyball team was proving to be an incredible experience, as you had the opportunity to witness not only the developing friendships on the team, but also the colossal amount of hard work that went into the winning streak they had been on for the past few matches.

You couldn’t be more proud - wearing Iwaizumi’s jersey in the stands, your voice louder than anyone else’s - Everything was going well, except for one little, tiny thing.

For once, along with the relentless Oikawa Tooru fanclub, a small group of girls had seemed to form around Iwaizumi, the only thing you could overhear being something about his “hands that were totally made for choking”. 

The bigger issue? They were all perfect. In their tiny, stupid skirts and their cute shirts and their sharp jawlines and sculpted faces and - Well, you had curves where others didn’t and you weren’t particularly proud of your body. Your thighs seemed larger than usual and you almost gasped at the sudden wave of despair washing over you. Why would he date you when he could easily have them?

You weren’t a masochist in any sense - However, you found yourself unable to turn off your eavesdropping, only hearing more and more things that would make you spiral into self-loathing. You felt overwhelmed, so you quickly grabbed your bag and hurried out of the room, finding a bench to sit on and simply breathe.

Not long afterwards, however, you heard lots of squeals - presumably from Iwa and Oikawa’s fanclub - and prepared yourself for what you’d have to witness.

To your surprise, however, as soon as the doors of the court opened, you could only see a tuft of black hair aggressively elbowing everyone in the crowd, dropping a nonchalant “sorry” here and there, before finally running straight into your arms.

He breathed in your perfume, still hugging you tightly, before letting go and grinning widely towards you.

Before he could speak, however, he found himself being interrupted by some loud squeals. Looking at you, he rolled his eyes playfully before shouting:

“Trashikawa, grab your stupid fanclub and get out of here, I can’t talk to (Y/N) properly!”

To your surprise, the setter’s face twisted into that annoying, cocky smirk of his, before he coyly replied: 

“Iwa-chan, maybe you should grab a hold of your fanclub! We’re well-behaved here, aren’t we?”, he smiled dazzlingly towards the nearest girl and you swore you saw her faint.

Upon glancing at your boyfriend, however, you quickly noticed his agape mouth, the surprised look quickly being overtaken by a frown, a hand grazing the back of his neck.

“Uh, thank you, ladies, I appreciate it, but I really wanted to talk to my girlfriend, so would you mind leaving us alone?”

He was being so genuine, you felt a pang of jealousy in your chest - It’s alright, he’s just happy to be supported, you had to remind yourself.

The ace had noticed your sour look, however, quickly turning back to you, mouth turned down into a scowl.

“Why the fuck can’t they stick to Shittykawa?”

You smiled giddily, before tangling a hand in his spiky locks. “Well that’s because you’re sweet, kind, genuine - muscular - and, uh”, you looked down embarrassedly, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, “fuck, you should be with one of them, I don’t deserve you.”

Now, you’d seen an annoyed Iwa plenty of times, but this couldn’t be matched - His brows seemed to furrow until they almost disappeared, his mouth pressed into a tight scowl as he looked your face up and down, checking whether or not you were being serious. Upon noticing that indeed, that was the case, he pulled you into him a tad too aggressively, pushing your chin up lightly to gaze into your eyes. 

His glare seemed to soften, before he started peppering your face with kisses. 

“You”, kiss, “are”, kiss, “the best goddamn thing”, kiss, “that’s ever happened to me.”

Finishing with his assault of kisses, Iwaizumi gave you a soft smile, before glaring playfully. “If you ever think that any of those girls would interest me half as much as you do, you’re really just as much of an idiot as Trashikawa, you know.”

Finally, he looked around before promptly squeezing your thigh, his large hand almost engulfing it. A small smirk played on his lips as he rose his gaze back to yours.

“I promise I’ll show you how gorgeous you are when we get home.”

[the--sad--hatter]

Paired Up - Chapter Three (Bucky x Reader)

Chapter 3/5

Previous Chapter 

FANDOM - Marvel MCU

PAIRING - Bucky X Reader

WARNINGS - Smut, Swearing, Alcohol, smut

DESCRIPTION -

If only you had known that Bucky knew sign language…

If only Steve Rogers wasn’t such an evil mastermind…

If only you weren’t stuck in a loveless (fake) marriage with the man you hated…

If only your hormones weren’t so traitorous…

If only…

Chapter Three

“Your hand is dangerously close to my ass.” You growled under your breath, a sweet smile on your face.

 “Sorry, did you want it lower?” Bucky murmured back, winking at you.

“Would you like to see the wine menu?” The waiter asked as he led you to the table and held your chair out for you.

 “Bring us your finest Rosé, it’s Lola’s favourite.” Bucky told him, subtly slipping a tip into the mans top pocket.

 As soon as he sat down you kicked him under the table.

 “I hate Rosé!” You hissed at him.

 “I know.” He said smugly.

 “Ugh.”

 “Von Straughten is sat three tables behind you… Darling are you thinking steak?” He asked, switching topics as the waiter came back.

 “Sweetheart I wouldn’t get a steak when I know you can’t eat red meat, it seems cruel. I’ll just have the chicken.” You said cheerily as the waiter poured a glass of wine Bucky to taste.

 Bucky waved the waiter over to you and you smiled politely as the pink tinged pisswater was poured into your glass. As soon as you were alone again you leaned across the table so it looked like you were flirting with your ‘husband.’

 “If you fuck with dessert, I’ll garrotte you in your sleep Barnes. I want that chocolate mousse cake and I’ll kill anyone who tries to stand in my way.” You warned, batting your eyelashes at him.

 “Well since you already told me I don’t get to fuck you, attempted murder might be the most action I see on this honeymoon.” He chuckled.

 “Bucky…” You warned lowly.

 “Shut up and slide your chair round to this side of the table so you can watch Von Straughten.” He said, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear.

 You grumbled to yourself and did as he said, pulling your chair around so you were sat next to him. He slung his arm over the back of your chair and nuzzled closer to you.

 “See, isn’t this so much better?” He asked and you smiled, putting your hand on his knee and leaning closer to whisper in his ear.

 “His eyes keep darting towards the doors back there, the one’s that say employee’s only.” You whispered.

 “He’s either got business here, in this hotel or he’s screwing a chambermaid.” Bucky agreed.

 “What are you thinking?” You asked him.

 “I’m thinking about the black panties I know you’re wearing under that dress.” He said and you squeezed his knee, pressing your fingers into the muscle painfully.

 He didn’t even flinch, the bastard.

 “Look, I said you were pretty. You know you are, you know anybody with eyes thinks you are. Can you drop it already? I still think you’re an arrogant, spiteful, immature, nasty piece of work.” You snapped.

 If it were anyone else, you’d say they looked hurt.

 “You’re no prize yourself doll.”

 “Then stop flirting with me Barnes.”

 “And miss out on all that satisfying blushing you do?” He chuckled.

 “Fuck you.”

 “I’ve been offering all day.” He whispered as the waiter came back to take your orders.

 You tuned out and let Bucky order some awful meal probably but you were busy trying to calm down.

 “Everything alright my love?” He asked and you looked up to see the waiter gone.

 “I need to use the restroom, excuse me.” You said, standing up quickly and walking away as slowly and calmly as you could force yourself.

 You closed the door behind you and sighed gratefully into the sanctity of the bathroom and practically fell into the sink to splash water on your neck. Your skin was warm to the touch, anger and embarrassment boiling your blood. It was bad enough you were stuck on this kind of mission with Bucky but being stuck with him now that he knew about your unwilling attraction was literal torture.

 You steeled yourself to go back out there when the door swung open and the man in question stormed in and dragged you out of the room by the elbow.

 “A waiter just whispered something to Von Staughten and led him through the doors.” Bucky hissed, pulling you along.

 “How do we know he’s not just going to give his compliments to the chef?” You asked.

 “How likely is that?” He scoffed.

 “You know, if we want to know what Von Straughten knows about the attack, there is an easier way to find out…” You hinted heavily.

 “No.”

 “Come on Buck, it’ll be a lot quicker.” You pleaded.

 “People can lie under torture.” He told you, waiting until the coast was clear and ushering the two of you through the doors to the employee only area.

 “Not when I’m the one torturing them.” You stated.

 “You can take the girl out of the criminal underworld but you can’t take the criminal underworld out of the girl.” He huffed.

 “Says the Winter fucking Soldier…” You scoffed.

 “It’s not the same thing.” He snapped.

 “You still maim and kill, you just do it of your own volition and to save lives. You don’t wanna torture the dude, fine. I’ll do it.” You offered.

 “That’s not the plan.”

 “Well the plan sucks.” You muttered.

 “Shhh.” He instructed as he finally tracked down Von Straughten and the two of you crouched around the corner.

 “I particularly enjoyed the seasoning of the prime rib, and that gravy? Simply sublime.” You overheard and you bit your lips so hard you nearly broke the skin.

 “He’s complimenting the chef.” You wheezed quietly, clutching your ribs.

 Bucky glared at you hard enough to burn a whole in your skull and looked up in alarm as footsteps sounded behind you. You were trapped between Von Straughten and whoever was coming your way, in a corridor you weren’t supposed to be in. Bucky looked around and yanked a door open, holding out his hand to you.

 “Laugh!” He whispered urgently.

 You obliged, giggling girlishly and taking his hand, letting him spin you around into the closet. He came in behind you and slammed the door closed behind the two of you. He pushed you against the wall and gave you the cockiest smirk anyone had ever given.

 “Oh no.” You groaned.

 “Oh yes, It’s gotta be done doll.” He purred.

 “Why is my life suddenly a fanfiction?” You grumbled.

 He flattened you to the wall with his body, leaving no space between the two of you and pressed his lips to yours fiercely. His lips were plump and so soft and you moaned without thinking about it and wrapped your arms around his neck. You heard the door open and the masculine chuckle followed by a clipped ‘sorry’ before the door closed again.

 You unwound your hands from around his neck and pushed firmly at his chest. Bucky barely moved, grabbing both of your hands and forcing them above your head without breaking the kiss. He pulled back a centimetre to whisper a hushed warning.

 “He might come back.”

 It was a pathetic excuse and you both knew it.

 “Ok.” You managed to breath out before his lips were on yours again.

 He forced your lips apart with his own and his tongue plunged inside, battling for dominance with yours, a battle you were happily losing. He tasted like something you couldn’t quite identify, something dark and delicious and sinful. His hands moved from your writes to lace his fingers with yours, keeping your arms raised above your head as he devoured you, kissing you until you were dizzy from lack of oxygen. When he pulled back so you could both gasp for breath, it was only for a second before he hungrily kissed you again and you lost all sense of self, of the world in the taste of his lips and the feel of his body pressed to yours. At some point one of his hands released yours and made its way down your body, hooking your leg around his waist and you whimpered softly for him. He firmly gyrated his groin into yours, letting you feel his hard length pressed against you intimately and your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at it as he ground himself against you.

 The door swung open and there was a loud gasp. He pulled away to turn around, growling, actually growling at whomever had disturbed you.

 “I’m s..s..sorry but, uh you aren’t supposed to be here.” Someone squeaked and the lust that had settled over you like a thick fog cleared quickly as you peered over his shoulder to look at the blushing maid who was looking anywhere but you and Bucky.

 If she had been looking she would have probably ran away in terror at the cold fury on his face.

 “Sorry! We’re so sorry, really. It’s just, we’re on our honeymoon. We barely made it out of the dining room!” You said quickly, pushing him away from you and straightening your dress.

 You grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the closet, past the still blushing maid as you threw another apology at her. As soon as you were away from that corridor you dropped his hand like it was burning you and picked up your pace, practically running towards the elevator. He causally followed you, putting his hands in his pockets and doing everything short of whistling a jaunty tune. As soon as you were ensconced alone in the elevator you turned on him.

 “That was part of the mission, nothing more.” You hissed.

 “No, it wasn’t.” He said lowly.

 “Yes, yes it fucking was.”

 “No, no it fucking wasn’t.” He insisted forcefully.

 “Don’t. Don’t you dare do this. We’ve been at each others throats for months, and the second you overhear something you use it against me like this? That’s a low blow Barnes. I know you don’t like me but do you really have to make a fool of me like this?” You asked him, breathing heavily.

 “Why are you so hate filled?” He sighed.

 “Oh fuck off, you started it.” You snapped.

 “How did I start this?” He asked, befuddled.

 “The week after I arrived, the doctor who stitched me up asked me out. That night I saw you talking to him and when he saw me he looked like he was going to throw up, he told me he needed to take a rain check and never spoke to me again. Whenever he saw me, he’d turn around and walk in the opposite direction. I don’t know what horrid rumours you spread about me but you turned me into an undatable pariah.” You told him coldly, walking out of the elevator as it arrived at your floor.

 “That’s the reason you hate me? Why you started insulting me every time I walked into a room?” He demanded, storming after you.

 “No. I thought it was stupid and mean but I wanted to be the bigger person but then you told Steve I wasn’t ready to go on missions, you kept me benched for weeks. When I finally did get to go, you shot every agent I was fighting and yelled at me in front of everyone. You made my life hell at every fucking turn, no matter what I did. I almost left because of you but Natasha came after me and convinced me to come back. That’s the reason I hate you.” You informed him, standing outside the hotel room.

 He looked guilty for a moment before he turned his back on you and unlocked the room door.

 “You’re making it sound worse than it was.” He protested as you kicked your shoes off.

 “I was a mercenary Barnes, on the wrong side of the law until I got caught up with The Avengers and they offered me a way out. But you made sure I didn’t fit in, ostracized me. My whole life was turned upside down and thanks to you I had nobody, nothing good to cling on to or look forward to.” You said bitterly.

 “I didn’t mean to do that. God, doll, I swear that wasn’t my intention.” He said emphatically.

 “It doesn’t matter. I got over it, I made friends despite your attempts to turn everyone against me. But I don’t like you, I never will. So give up with this stupid little scheme to seduce me and use it against me, it’s never going to happen.” You said, sounding almost bored.

 “No, I’m not going to feel guilty because you’re blind to what’s literally right in front of you.” He raged.

 “What are you talking about?”

 “I told that doctor if he took you out, I’d be watching him, every single second he was with you. I scared him off. I benched you because you weren’t ready, you were, you are so used to working alone and you needed to learn to be a team player. I shot all the agents because you were being fucking reckless and needed someone to watch your back. I yelled because you scared the hell out of me. I did it all because I liked you. I was trying to be nice but no matter what I did, you hated me so I started hating you back because it hurt less.” He ranted, backing you into the wall as he spoke, until you were once again trapped between a cold wall and his warm body.

 “In what word is being an asshole being nice? In what world is making my decisions for me, caring about me?” You demanded.

 “Maybe I fucked up. No, I definitely fucked up, but I’m not the only one to blame here. You just decided you knew why I was the way I was without ever asking or confronting me about it, you made up your mind about me and started being a colossal bitch.” He snarled.

 “Do you have any idea how much it hurt to have every single person in the compound scurry away from me like I was diseased whenever I tried to talk to them?” You asked him.

 “As much as it hurt to have the girl you were falling in love with glare hatefully at you every time you walked in a room?” He guessed angrily.

 “What?”

 “The way you looked at me, it was like I had just killed a puppy in front of you. You’d snap at me if I so much as asked you to pass the fucking salt. So yeah, I started giving it back. It was that or suffer a broken heart every day.” He sighed.

 “Bucky, what did you just say?”

 “I said you were cruel, and maybe I messed up  but…”

 “No, before that.” You interrupted.

 He frowned and thought about it, realization dawning on his face. He closed his eyes and swallowed thickly.

 “Fuck it.” He muttered.

 He surged forwards and pressed his lips to yours again. It was desperate and frenzied but he was holding back, waiting for you to push him away and slap him.

 You grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

A/N - Ah, miscommunication... a friend of writers everywhere.....

@a-barnes24 @leenat23 @kaetha @captainamericasbeard @sexyvixen7 @musingsofafangirl-blog

[helplesslyinlovewithcharacters]

Wait in Line: Chapter Nine - Derek Hale x Reader

Summary: (Y/n) has been Derek’s best friend for as long as he can remember and he can’t help being hopelessly in love with her. But then he loses his family to the fire and has to leave before he can tell her and now he doesn’t know if he’ll ever see her again. 

As always, thanks to @agirlwithpointlessideas

Pairing: Derek Hale x Female Reader

Derek Hale Masterlist

Wait in Line Masterlist

(Y/n) rolled her shoulders as she walked up the driveway, exhausted from a day of studying in the library to prepare herself for going back to university. She brushed her trainers against the doormat before shuffling down the hall and towards the kitchen.

“Please tell me you’re cooking dinner, I’m starving” She stopped in her tracks when she realised Stiles had company, the group of teens all huddled around the kitchen table. “Sorry, I didn’t realise you had friends over, I’ll make myself scarce”

A polite smile pulled at her cheeks as Stiles shot his friends panicked glares, clearly, she’d walked in on something they didn’t want her to overhear. She was about to walk away and go upstairs when someone pulled the back door opened.  

“Derek?” (Y/n) was breathless as he stood frozen in the doorway, their eyes locking. She could never forget those eyes, nobody else had ever been able to hold with just a look. His face was harder than it used to be, sterner somehow. But he was still just as handsome as she remembered. He’d grown taller in the years they’d been apart, his shoulders broadening as he’d filled out. Her vision blurred as her heart thundered in her ears. After six years he was stood right in front of her, making every single feeling she’d ever had towards him come rushing back. Something in him seemed to crack as they continued to stare at each other. In two long strides, he was by her side, pulling her into his chest. She melted into his touch, not realising just how much she’d missed it until now.

“What the hell? Do you two know each other?” Stiles continued to let out a string of rambling questions as everyone in the room exchanged confused looks. “What’s going on? (Y/n)?”

Eventually, the group of teens filed out of the kitchen, giving the two of them some space. Derek pulled away from her slightly, his thumb wiping away a stray tear as his hand cupped her cheek. His own eyes glistened with unshed tears as he memorised the curve of her face and the captivating colour of her eyes. Before he could stop it, a strangled sob escaped his lips as he crushed her against his chest. (Y/n) ran her hands through his hair, trying to comfort him as she struggled to control her breathing.

“I’m okay Derek, it’s okay, I’m here” If it were possible, his arms seemed to wrap around her tighter as he nuzzled into her neck, her familiar scent washing over him and soothing his frayed nerves. Derek rested their foreheads together as his hand moved to cup her cheek. He didn’t hesitate as he bowed his head and pressed their lips together. (Y/n) sighed against him before their movements rapidly became more desperate, his lips ardently pushing against hers as their noses brushed. Her fingers knotted in his short hair as he snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her body flush with his. Derek’s hands only stilled for a moment before one moved to cup her cheek and the other caressed the soft skin of her hip underneath her jumper. When (y/n) pulled away to catch her breath, Derek followed her, stealing kiss after kiss as she gripped onto his shoulders in an attempt to stay grounded. He began to litter kisses across the bridge of her nose, travelling to her cheeks before making his way down her neck. A surprised giggle escaped her lips when he found a particularly ticklish part of her neck. He smiled against her skin, nipping it gently before meeting her eye.

“Sorry-I just, I’ve been waiting for six years to do that” His chest heaved as he smiled at her shyly. She nuzzled her nose against his while grinning brightly.

“S’okay. It was worth the wait” Derek couldn’t stop his smile from growing wider, it was all so familiar – the affectionate look in her eyes, the smile that lit up her face, the way she felt in his arms – he wasn’t sure how much he could take before he started to cry again.

“I love you” His heart stuttered in his chest, (y/n)’s eyes softening as she bit her lip bashfully.

“I love you too” A surprised laugh caught in Derek’s throat as he connected their lips. He took his time, slowing down their movements as he savoured the contrast of her soft lips against his chapped ones.

They were both breathless when they pulled away, their cheeks flushed as they stared at one another bashfully. Derek’s eyes fluttered shut as (y/n) traced the line of his jaw, her touch so different from the way anybody else treated him. She seemed to sense the pain lingering behind his eyes, her smile dropping.

“What happened?” He pushed into her tender touch, not wanting to pollute her mind with the memories of his past. Flashes of the six years they’d spent apart bombarded his thoughts, his grip on her hip tightening as he tried to focus on the present.

“Too much” (Y/n) entwined their fingers, squeezing his hand reassuringly as her heart ached for him. A minute passed before Derek found the courage to admit to a truth that still haunted him. “I-I lost Laura” His voice cracked as (y/n) stepped back, a fresh wave of tears filling her eyes.

“Laura’s dead?” All he could do was nod as he tried not to focus on the pain spreading across his chest. “Come here” She opened her arms and he fled into her warm embrace, letting her soothe his pain.

Derek woke with a start, his breath coming in short pants as he tried to gauge where he was. Two arms snaked around his waist as (y/n) pressed kisses between his shoulder blades.

“S’okay, I’m here” He leant back into her arms before moving to lie down and pulling her into his side.

“Thank you” (Y/n) just nuzzled his chest as she played with his fingers.

“Do you get nightmares often?” Derek nodded his head, his throat constricting when he tried to catch his breath. He’d become so used to being on his own, her love and affection was overwhelming him. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He cleared his throat noisily as he struggled to meet her eye. “It usually about the fire, there’s nothing I can ever do about it, I’m just put there to watch”

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget that night” (Y/n) curled around him protectively as if she could shield him from the memories haunting his thoughts.

“I’m so sorry” Derek’s eyes were squeezed shut, pain pulling his features into a sorrowful frown. She shifted against him and he was terrified that she wanted to get away from him, unable to forgive the way he’d ended their friendship. When he opened his eyes, (y/n) was leaning over him, her face set with determination.

“Don’t you ever apologise for that night. It was completely out of your control and I’ll never blame you for leaving, you had no other choice” He could have wept, his arms circling around her waist as he pulled her into a tight embrace. Whenever he’d thought of finding (y/n) again, he’d always expected her to push him away, angry at him for ruining the life they’d dreamed of.

“I love you” Derek’s voice cracked as he brushed her hair away from her face. She smiled down at him, wiping away a stray tear before pressing a tender kiss to his lips.

“I love you too” (Y/n) snuggled into his chest, relaxing against him. “Go back to sleep, we’ve got a lot of explaining to do in the morning”

Derek groaned but quickly found himself falling asleep in the safety of her embrace.

Stiles was waiting for them when they went down for breakfast. John shot them an apologetic smile before kissing (y/n)’s cheek and rushing out of the door to go to work.

“Good morning Stiles” He merely grunted at his cousin while glaring at Derek over her shoulder. It amused (y/n) to no end that the now alpha werewolf was hiding behind her and was reluctant to leave her side. She started to prepare breakfast, smiling when she saw recognition spark in Derek’s eyes as she made her signature M&M pancakes that had been a staple of their childhood. He moved to help her, only to freeze when Stiles made a noise of disapproval in the back of his throat.

(Y/n) couldn’t decide whether to be amused or concerned. As she poured batter into the pan, Stiles spoke. “So, I think I deserve an explanation”

Derek eyed her nervously, deciding to let her speak. “We’ve known each other since we were born, we were best friends through high school until Derek had to leave Beacon Hills”

“Best friends? Scott and I are best friends and there’s no way I would greet him with a kiss like that, even after not seeing him for what, six years?” The couple eyed one another bashfully before (y/n) turned around to flip the pancake.

“There may have been some unspoken feelings” Stiles’ loud scoff filled the kitchen as Derek laced his fingers through (y/n)’s while keeping a wary eye on her cousin.

“And neither of you ever thought to tell me?”

“Just like you never told me you knew about the supernatural?” Stiles had the decency to look guilty, his eyes flickering between the two of them.

“Well, I didn’t know that you knew,” He trailed off before shifting his attention to Derek. “Why didn’t you ever tell me you knew (y/n)?”

“We haven’t exactly been on the best of terms, you did accuse me of murder”

“That was Scott”

“Stiles!”

“What? Look at him, would you not suspect him of murder with his leather jackets and insistent glaring?” (Y/n) stared at her cousin incredulously before a smile flickered across her face. She turned to Derek while biting her lip.

“You wear leather jackets now?” He nodded his head hesitantly, watching her closely as she placed the somewhat burnt pancake onto a plate.

“Damn” Her voice was barely above a whisper as she shook her head, trying to stop the smile growing across her face. A blush stained Derek’s cheeks as he accepted the plate before moving to sit at the kitchen table.

“So is this how it’s going to be now? You’re going to cook Derek breakfast in my kitchen while making heart eyes at him?” Stiles tried to scowl but he hadn’t seen (y/n) this happy in years and it made the fact Derek Hale was sat at his table, blushing of all things, insignificant.

“Well, I’m making breakfast for you too”

The next week passed in a blur as (y/n) neglected her studies in favour of spending time with Derek. She hated the idea of leaving him so soon but she only had a couple of months left before she graduated and then they could do whatever they wanted. Packing was a struggle as Derek childishly pulled out everything she put in her suitcase. He was at an unfair advantage, only wearing a pair of sweats that hugged his hips while showing off his toned torso, making it nearly impossible for her to focus.

(Y/n) folded a pair of jeans before setting them in her suitcase, only for Derek to pull them out and drop them on the mattress next to him. She sighed heavily, placing her hands on her hips as she tried to stare him down. He only smiled at her innocently before turning his attention back to the book in his lap.

“Derek, it’s only a couple of months. We managed six years” He looked up from the pages of his book, looking far too handsome leaning against the headboard of her bed. With strong arms, he guided her to sit on his lap, grinning at her.

“Exactly, I’ve done my time” (Y/n) shook her head before letting him connect their lips in a lazy kiss. She wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to the sensation. Her hands ran down his chest before she pushed him away gently, earning a pout in response.

“Der,”

“I know, I know…I just can’t stand the thought of not seeing you for months after I only just found you again” (Y/n) connected their hands, squeezing them reassuringly.

“But you can come and visit me this time, we can text each other, we could even skype” Derek couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he nodded. They both knew he would kick up a fuss the day she left, but for the meantime, he helped her pack with only a small frown on his face.

Derek rested his forehead against (y/n)’s as John impatiently waited in the car to drive her back to university. “Only a couple of months”

“Exactly” She caressed his cheek before pressing a loving kiss to his cheek.

“And you’ll call me?” (Y/n) bit her lip, smiling softly.

“Of course” He nuzzled their noses together, determined to stay in her embrace for just a little longer. “Try and stay out of trouble”

Derek snickered under his breath. “That’s always difficult with Stiles”

(Y/n) joined his laughter before making herself step away from him. “I love you”

The smile on his face took her breath away as she opened the passenger door and slid inside the car. “I love you too”

Derek stood on the driveway, watching as the car disappeared into the distance, cursing himself for not having a big enough car while knowing that he would see her again and they would finally be able to be happy.