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//Φ Literally stumbling around in a cave blind in Pokemon right now. Who says you need Flash?

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Grunting noncommittally when Allison didn't use sarcasm to snark back at him, Derek glanced away for a second, gazing off into the forest, seeing the rustle of leaves as a small rabbit skittered into another bush, before looking back at the teenager. He figured that he shouldn't be too surprised that out of all of the people to run into in the forest in the middle of the night, it would be this girl over anyone else. Better her than a member of the alpha pack at any rate. Or any other enemy.

"... How's your arm?" he asked after a few moments, reluctant to speak again or ask, really, but he wanted to know. His eyes cut down to the arm that he slammed into when he had briefly separated from his senses. It definitely wasn't broken, that much he could tell, but there was bound to be severe bruising. Hopefully not to the actual bone. Hurting Allison was a surefire way of pissing off several people he didn't want angry at him.

She stayed silent at his response, not entirely in a position to blame him. No other teenager decides to go for a run in the middle of the woods at the dead of night— but then again, Allison was… well, Allison and she liked to believe that she could handle herself and wasn’t scared of anything. Not even if she happened to cross paths with this particular broody alpha.

Her silence was short-lived, however, as Derek’s next remark slipped past his lips, the sarcasm in his tone evoking an irritable expression from the brunette. Though she chose not to reply with the same tartness, and instead responded with an annoyed “Not since I was ten.” She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, pale lips twisted slightly to the side. “I was doing the same thing, I suppose,” she admitted finally, shrugging her shoulders.

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//Φ Went shopping with my mom and sister all afternoon; not quite my idea of a good time... I'll be around for the rest of the evening though, mostly. If you want a starter from me or anything, you can like this.

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☾: Sleep Headcanon ☠: Drinking Headcanon ♒: Phobia Headcanon ⋆: Sex Headcanon ☮: Random Headcanon ☻: ‘Like’ headcanon ♤: ‘Dislike’ Headcanon ☯: Pet Peeve Headcanon ☄: Weather Headcanon ☼: Cooking Headcanon

Headcanons Go~

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IF ANYONE EVER SAYS THAT DEREK IS FUCKING SELFISH I WILL LITERALLY EAT YOUR FUCKING FACE OFF BECAUSE HE JUST LET BOYD AND CORA BEAT HIM THE FUCK UP TO SAVE SOME GIRL HE BARELY KNEW

SO SHUT

THE FUCK

UP

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Eyes flickering down to the arm that she was rubbing, Derek felt a small prickle of guilt for slamming into the girl as hard as he had, but shoved it aside instead. In the end he knew that Allison could handle it anyways. "I wasn't paying attention," he admitted reluctantly, because really, who else would be running in the middle of the woods at night anyways. Teenagers these days... then again, he couldn't really say much.

A frown pulled at his previously impassive mouth when she turned an accusative expression on him and he huffed. "I was running. Getting rid of stress," Derek replied as curtly as he could manage in the situation he found himself in. Figures that he'd run into a suspicious hunter. But after a beat he turned a skeptical gaze onto her, "What are you doing out here? No curfew?" He couldn't quite help the sarcastic remark that slipped out.

As her vision adjusted, hazel hues focused on the familiarity that was Derek Hale. Her expression instantaneously shifted from startled to acute annoyance and she silently cursed her luck, swiftly rolling her eyes. “For a werewolf, your senses are a bit off,” she stated, rubbing the arm that took the hardest hit during impact. A little more pressure and he could have nearly broken a bone.

She exhaled sharply, expecting soreness and a bruise the following day. Her eyes flicked from her arm back up to him, meeting his gaze. She hid her curious expression by masking it with an accusative one instead. “What are you doing out here?”

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Dashing Derek Week: favorite brotp

↳ Derek + his pack

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Sterek in white for mydearsourwolf

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Things that make life worth living → Our Galaxy

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"There is such a thing as rising above peer pressure," Derek said flatly, raising an eyebrow out of pure amusement at his little sister. "Somehow, knowing that the house is out of the way doesn't make me feel better," he added sarcastically, rubbing his forehead as he felt a tension headache coming on. Or something similar to one anyways.

As Cora reflexively clutched her phone to her chest the moment she opened whatever message she received, Derek squinted suspiciously, tilting his head to the side. And things had been going so well for a minute there... "What are you hiding from me?" he asked, eyes narrowing.

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Cora gave him a look then. “Come on, Derek. We both know I can’t promise that. It’s call peer pressure.” The girl shrugged. “Besides, it doesn’t do anything so it’s not that bad besides the illegal side of it. But we won’t get caught be cause this house is way out of the normal neighborhoods. No cops.”

Her phone gave a ding, causing her to instinctively grab it and glance at it. It was a picture of her at the party that night in a much different outfit than she’d walked in. Shorts that barely covered and a crop top. Quickly she pulled her phone close to her chest away from Derek.

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//Φ Never mind my family apparently doesn't want me to spend time with them, so I'm still around for a while. Replies on the way!

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Reblog if you feel you aren't quality

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//Φ Mun has to go spend time with the family before going to bed tonight, so I can't really do anything on here for the rest of the night. I have replies in my drafts that I'll work on tomorrow, but if anyone wants a starter or anything you can like this post. Night!

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tell her… tell her that I’ll miss our little talks.

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With a sigh Derek stopped jogging and stretched his arms upwards, trying to loosen up the knots he could feel bunching uncomfortably in his shoulders. It was dark, but he needed to release some stress and anxiety building up. Taking off again, Derek made his way through the forest, not even blinking as branches whipped at his arms and legs, his senses distant from his mind as he ran through trees—and ended up slamming into someone hard.

Jerking backwards, Derek stumbled and caught himself, shaking his head, wondering who the hell would be jogging at nearly midnight in the middle of the woods. He opened his eyes, eyes immediately locking onto a familiar figure who automatically made his shoulders stiffen. “... Allison.”

       Going for a jog at 11:08 pm in the woods wasn’t the smartest decision Allison has ever made— especially considering there was someone or something out there murdering teenagers. But her home felt as if she were suffocating inside of it, the guilt of breaking her dad’s promise nearly becoming too much for her to handle. As she ran the familiar trail within the Beacon Hills Reserve, she suddenly found herself colliding against someone, hard, as she made a sharp turn to weave between a pair of trees. “What the—” she voiced, startled, yanking her headphones from her ears and narrowing her eyes at the figure.