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Safe and Sound // Scott McCall

Prompt: Hey could you make a one shot where Scott tells you not to do something, but you do it anyway and it almost gets you killed, and that’s when he tells you that he is in love with you? Thanks!

Thank you so much of the request! Sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: mentions of death, a bit of blood, heavy feels, hospital stay

Those damn Hunters. Scott was leading the pack into yet another suicide mission. You were no supernatural creature, but in your gut, you could sense that someone was going to get hurt. It was not part of your nature to stand back while your dearest friends risked their lives. Scott’s brown eyes peered into yours with a glare of stern concern and something else you could not put your finger on. “I know you want to help, but this isn’t the place for you. It’s too dangerous for you. It would be better for everyone if you just stayed back this time.”

“I get it. I’m just a fragile human to you. It’s not like anyone else here is exactly invincible,” you seethe through your teeth. This was true. Supernatural did not always equal invincibility as all of you had seen almost on the daily. It was frustrating that Scott never could accept that you were more than capable of holding your own, even after you proving your strength and intelligence time and time again. Yet, he continued to treat you like a burden.

“This is my fight. I decide who fights with me. You will stay here. End of discussion.” Fighting him was useless. There are other methods of getting your way.

“Fine.” Scott’s tense broad shoulders relax upon your apparent surrender. His lips curve into an appreciative smile, a grateful glint sparkles in his eyes — or was that something else? Something that delves beyond being a protective friend.

“Thank you,” he says your name softly as if he didn’t want it to float out of his reach and into anyone else’s grasp. Against his better judgement, he wanted you to be his and his alone. Still, your safety was of the utmost importance to him and he was more than willing to sacrifice his selfish desires to keep you from getting yet another target on your back. “Go home. I will come back to check on you after this is all over. I promise.”

You give him one last look before you turn to retreat to your home. You felt pathetic and useless running away from the fight. It was not your fault that you could not shapeshift or predict the future or whatever. Determination ran through your blood. You were going to prove yourself no matter what it takes. Jumping in your car, you quietly recite the directions to the abandoned warehouse the pack was heading toward. It wasn’t a long journey before you got close enough to sneak the rest of the way on first.

Just beyond the trees, in a decent sized clearing a dinghy building stood. The overcast in the sky passed rapidly, making the moonlight dance against the rotting property. Shadows could be seen through the cracked glass of the windows on the bottom floor. It was the perfect place for an evil mastermind to operate. You crept up to the entrance, hearing familiar voices talking inside. The Hunters backs’ were facing you while the pack stood their ground on the opposite side of the large space. This was the perfect time for you to make your attack. Just run in and knock one of them out, giving Scott the perfect opportunity to join in to overpower them. Absolutely flawless plan of a sneak attack. Nothing could go wrong.

You lean against the wall and clutch your heart, trying to calm its incessant pounding against your chest. You had never done anything like this but it had to be done. Slowly, you rise bracing yourself to run at your victim. Sprinting at the fastest rate your legs could carry you, you jump on the nearest figures back, hitting his head with closed fists. Scott calls out your name, furrowing his eyebrows. Your punches land but do nothing to bring the figure to the ground. If anything, you were a pitiful koala clinging on his back. An extra weight, nothing more.

Another one of the hunters grabs you by your waist, pulling you back to your feet. Your back presses up against a heavy chest as your hands are restricted behind you and a hand squeezes your neck. “It’s so nice to see that your girlfriend decided to join us, Scott. I am truly looking forward to showing her what a real man looks like later tonight,” the lead Hunter smirks, resting the barrel of his gun against his shoulder. He runs a hand over your cheek, looking back over his shoulder at Scott. The minion’s hand tightens against your windpipe, nausea fills your stomach. A rumble emits from Scott’s chest, his face burning with raw rage. It was one thing to mess with the pack, but to hear that monster mention you made his skin boil.

There were only a few moments before you would blackout, this was your time to do something, anything to save yourself. Scott and the Hunter exchange a few more words while you brace yourself. You shift your body weight forward, gathering enough momentum to swing your head back and make contact with your captors nose. A sick crack echoes through the room. He releases you from his constrictive grip and you begin running to safety by Scott’s side. Adrenaline makes you feel powerful as you lunge to safety.

“Watch out!” a voice shouted. Your head whips to the origin of the sound. Shadows of countless arrows and bullets fly in your direction. Metal grazes your skin, knocking you to the ground. Your head bounces off the rocky ground and you can feel a warm liquid trickle down your side

A scream tries to leave your mouth but it comes out in a garbled cry. Face down. Paralyzed. Unable to make out any words. Bleeding out in a secluded warehouse with the worst pain you could imagine. This is it, you think.

“I told you not to follow us. How could you be so stupid? Why couldn’t you stop trying to be the hero for once in your life?” He flips you onto your back and cold regret crawls through his veins. His throat dries as he notices the life drained from your face. Your lips turning blue under the moonlight. Your eyes no longer possessing that special shine he would be more than willing to spend the rest of his life looking at.

“Stay with me,” he cries, holding your cold hand up to his cheek. “There’s so much we still have to do. Just you and me. Please give me another chance. I’ll do things right this time. Please don’t leave me like this. Not before I — ” He chokes on his words. He blames himself for all of this happening. Maybe if he had let you come along in the first place, he would have been able to better shield you from harm. Maybe he should have left someone behind to watch you. Maybe he should have never introduced you to his world in the first place. His thoughts come to a rapid halt as you gasp for air. Your eyes flutter shut, leaving black holes in their place. This is it, he thinks.

“This isn’t fair! Bring her back!” He whimpers your name, punching the bloody concrete next to your body. His knuckles burst with blood, adding to the gruesome mix. Derek roughly grabbed his arm, heaving Scott to his feet. But gravity reunited him back to your side, where he belonged.

“We have to get her to the hospital. Screaming at the sky isn’t helping anyone.” Derek’s voice of reason gives Scott a rush of hope over his body. He gingerly cradles your head in his arm while the others move under your thighs to lift you into the air. His heart sinks as he remembers fantasizing being in this position at a later date under much happier circumstances.

~

Everything feels heavy including the strong smell of antiseptic. A faint beeping from the machines to the side of the bed and the wires entangling your lifeless limbs let you know that you are in a medical facility of some sort. Breathing alone prompts a stabbing pain in your abdomen. You reflexively reach to hold the pain but a weight on your hand prevents you from doing so. Your eyes open, adjusting to the blinding light as you try to see what is touching you. A strong bruised hand engulfs yours, making it seem much smaller than usual. Small scratches litter the surface, highlighting the prominent veins ever so slightly. The thumb traces soft patterns into the back of your hand making you sigh in comfort. Your eyes travel up the mysterious figure’s muscular arms to a familiar face. Scott was hunched over in the small visiting chair that was most likely not intended to be a place for napping. His head fell to one side and you noticed a small glimmer of drool rolling down his cheek. The sight made you smile. How long has he been like that?

A soft voice makes you turn your attention to the otherside of the room. “You know, he hasn’t left the room since we first got here. Not even to take a leak, according to my professional opinion, a UTI is in the works.” Stiles stood near, leaning against the door. He spoke in a hushed and uncharacteristically serious tone. “He made me promise to watch you while he slept, I swear I’m not a creep.”

You tried to say something, anything, but your throat was so dry that nothing would come out. Stiles held up a reassuring hand, signaling that you can relax. “He really cares about you. He always has. He just has a hard time showing it. Don’t be too hard on him.”

A wave of shivers run over your body. Was that true?  Soft snores recapture your attention. Scott looks so peaceful and innocent as he sleeps. It is so unlike anything you had seen before. You wished to run your fingers through his silky hair but he was too far away.

“I’ll go let the doctor know you are awake.” Stiles turns to leave. The door clicks behind him and Scott jumps to his feet. Teeth bared, ready to kill anyone who dares to threaten his sleeping beauty.

“It’s okay Scott. Everything is fine. We are safe now,” you struggle to say. Your voice comes out hoarse but you try your best to sound comforting.

Scott’s face almost instantly brightens. He takes your hand in both of his hands, squeezing tightly as he drops to his knees at your bedside. His lips connect with the back of your hand, leaving several quick pecks. His eyes gloss over as he smiles so widely for you. He very suddenly leaned over to embrace you in his arms. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he chants over and over again with his lips pressed against your ear. Who he is talking to is unclear but you don’t mind. His smell is intoxicating. You wish you could live in it like a permanent comfy sweatshirt. Shortly, he pulls away looking back into your eyes.

“I was so worried, I could not live with myself if you would have died.”

“I know, I’m sorry Scott. I just wanted to be more than your useless wimpy friend for once.” Your eyes don’t meet his piercing gaze.

“You have never been useless or wimpy to me,” his hand gently pushes your chin to look back at him. “You are everything I have ever wanted and more. You are strong, smart, capable, independent. You never needed to prove yourself to me. I have been in love with you since the day I first laid eyes on you. I love you, (Y/N).”

The EKG on the other side of the bed picked up on your accelerated heart beat, increasing its steady beat rapidly though you could have sworn in that moment your heart exploded from pure joy. “I love you too, Scott.”

You both exchanged a smile before locking lips passionately. Your lips molded together and moved in a perfect pattern as if you had done this a million times before. This is where you are meant to be. Safe and sound in his arms.

(A/N)

Well, that was a trip. It is kind of rushed. I just wanted to get something out. I have been getting back into writing again lately, however, Teen Wolf has not been as inspiring to me as it once was. As you could probably tell this was a little bit all over the place. I think I might write a few Star Wars one shots (specifically Anakin or Kylo bc I love an emotional bad boy) to get back in the mood. So if you are into that, stay tuned and maybe send me some inspiration.

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Battle of the Grudge // Stiles Stilinski

(A/N): (Y/N) and Stiles got into a big fight that results in the silent treatment. What will happen when (Y/N) resorts to ... unethical methods of getting Stiles’ attention back?

Warning: Jealous Stiles, Slightly promiscuous reader?, Teeny tiny reader x Theo, Might rewrite later

~*~

Once again you and Stiles weren’t on speaking terms. It happened quite often so it no longer worried you. Most of the time you guys would bicker and fight over something stupid, and eventually one of you would cave into what the other one wanted. However, this time it was a bit different. Unlike the other silent treatments that would only last a few hours, this one had been going on for a couple days. 3 in fact.

That’s why you both sat silently on opposite sides of Scott’s living room. When Scott invited you over to hang out, you expected some pizza and bad horror movies, not your boyfriend. Which now looking back on it was completely illogical since Scott and Stiles are basically attached at the hip. It was so much like Scott to play mediator, as per usual. But unlucky for him, your pride had prevented you from even looking in Stiles’s direction when you entered the house.

Stiles was more than ready to get this whole thing over with, however, he was always the one to make the first move in resolving a fight between you. Not this time. No, he would not give you the sweet satisfaction. That didn’t mean that he wouldn’t try to capture your attention in the silence though. When he saw you enter the room, his heart fluttered as if he was seeing you for the first time again.

To his dissatisfaction, you didn’t even look in his direction and instead smiled and hugged Liam. You joked around with the younger wolf, making sure to touch his arm or shoulder every so often. You even curl a strand of your hair around your index finger just for show, which was slightly uncomfortable. Ever since the moment, he stepped foot in Beacon Hills Liam was basically a brother to you. Like an awkwardly attractive step-sibling, maybe? Ahem, any way you could feel someone glaring at you from the other side of the room and that is when you knew your plan was working.

Whatever I can handle her talking to Liam, Stiles thought to himself. He’s like 12. Stiles snarls and grits his teeth. He internally cursed at Liam and you and the universe and most of all himself. Jealousy was a cruel mistress that wouldn’t leave him be, but he was so stubborn that he couldn’t let it go if he tried. 

You, on the other hand, were having a great time. Speaking to a guy other than Stiles who was not in his presence had become rare to you, so you were soaking up the time while you still could. And Stiles anger only encouraged your actions. Spite is like fire, dangerous and eye-catching. But you were never afraid to play with a little fire. You had never resorted to anything like this. What he said to you and made you witness made you suffer, so there was no harm in returning the favor. You were truly in love with Stiles and could see a happy future with him, but you couldn’t forgive him without making him squirm a little first. The Battle of Grudge was never-ending. 

Liam walks away to the kitchen to get a refill on his drink. You sigh, maybe this whole thing wasn’t worth it. Stiles had barely moved a muscle since the last time you looked at him. His arms crossed and his legs spread out defiantly. Just when he considered relaxing a muscle, you stood from the couch. Aha, I knew she would cave, he thought, smirking to himself. This was easier than I thought it would be. You took a step, then another and another. But in the wrong direction. Stiles stiffened. He watched as you sashayed over to Theo. A drop of sweat formed above Stiles’ scrunched eyebrow as his blood boiled. Theo was the last person he wanted you interacting with. His anger almost made him oblivious to the figure that sat by his side. 

“What, Liam?” Stiles growls, breaking his murderous gaze from his stubborn girlfriend for a millisecond. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Y’know, you could just apologize to her instead of glaring at the back of her head,” Liam suggests. He sips from his drink smugly.

“You wouldn’t understand these adult concepts, baby wolf. Go play with your toys and stop distracting me from pretending that I don’t care that my girlfriend is flirting with pretty boy over there.”

Liam hums in response, patting Stiles’ shoulder dramatically. “Hm, have fun with that. I’m sure Theo is appreciating the extra attention.” You did look like you were having fun. It had been so long since Stiles had seen you laugh that hard. Still, your eyes didn’t hold the same sparkle that they had just a few days ago.

“They’re actually pretty cute together. Do you think I could be the best man at their wedding?” Stile turns his glare to Liam who raises his hands in defeat. “If I were you, I would apologize before (Y/N) and Theo get any cozier.”

You and Theo were already sitting a bit too close for Stiles’s comfort. Because of the rest of the bunch sitting on the couch, you were nearly sitting in Theo’s lap. You felt the heat radiating from his body but it felt like dirty fog against your skin. It was never your intention to get this close, but go big or go home. Theo’s long fingers played with your hair, twirling and looping the soft tendrils around what should have been and should only be Stiles’s fingers. His other hand hovered over your leg until landing on the middle of your thigh. Big no-no.

A fuming Stiles stomped in your direction, gaining the attention of the entire room. The couple on the couch noted this and moved to give the distressed teen some more space. “Mind if I join the conversation?”

“Do we have a choice?” Theo’s smile faded.

“Nope.” Without another word, Stiles plopped in the newly opened seat on the other side of you. You found yourself caught in the middle of a fierce, testosterone-fueled stare-off.

“I never thought of you as the controlling boyfriend type, Stilinski,” Theo descended. He continued running his hand up and down your upper leg. His hands made you sick to your stomach. They were nothing like the smooth, gentle touches that you were used to. “How very disappointing.”

“Fuck off, Theo.” You growl, jumping from your seat. The situation was going too far. Stiles’ shoulders were shaking in pure rage. You tug at his hand while gently calling his name, but nothing could deter him from the death glare he was sending Theo.

“You let your girlfriend fight your battle, eh? What an endearing display. Well (Y/N), if you ever want to ditch the beta and get with a real alpha male, you know where to find me, babe.” His cheesy wink almost makes you audibly gag.

“You know what, Raeken?” Stiles says, his mood suddenly lightens. “At the end of the day, there’s one thing that I get to do that you don’t,”

“Oh really? Tell me more,” Theo sighed with minimal interest. Stiles mirrors his smirk.

“Kiss my amazingly beautiful, gorgeous, smokin’ hot girlfriend,” Stile declares triumphantly. He pulls you by the wrist into him, embracing you in a passionate kiss. You hands entangle with his soft hair, pulling him into a firm kiss. You were doing an internal happy dance. Your lips locked together like two pieces of a puzzle being united once again. Grudges aside, this was exactly where you belonged.

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Study Buddy // Theo Raeken

(A/N): While studying alone, (Y/N) encounters Theo interacting with the school’s new Sexy Librarian and gets a bit jealous. But don’t worry Theo has a way of making it up to them.

Not gonna lie, I actually love this and Theo.

Warnings: Slightly sexual themes??

~*~

A gross, rom-com movie. That is what your life was turning into. Looking up from your textbook, a smug Theo Raeken strutted his way through the library like some kind of rockstar. His hair bounced in slow motion with every calm, calculated step. Tight black jeans covered his gorgeous, muscular legs. A black shirt that was probably purposely one size too small hugged his sculpted torso. One wrong move and that baby would be ripped to shreds, not that you would mind. You squeezed your legs together at the thought of a shirtless Theo. His veined muscular arms lacked a backpack and books even though we were clearly told to bring them. Sigh, what a perfect bad boy.

Theo approached the empty librarian’s desk and rang the small bell to get her attention. The ringing snapped your attention back to the War of 1812. Warmth dusted your cheeks. How could you let yourself stare for that long? If he had noticed, there was a good chance that you would migrate to the Swiss Alps to become a sheep-herder. Sighing, your eyes dart back to Theo who was still patiently waiting.  

Your old stereotypical white-haired, bifocal adorned librarian retired last year due to a heart attack or something. Clearly, Theo was not looking to check a book out. No, he was waiting to check out the young, hot, blonde librarian. At long last, a naked slender leg stepped out from the dusty backroom complete with dagger-sharp black platform heels. Your eyes roll as a smirk pulls at Theo’s perfect lips. The librarian’s black pencil skirt hugged her every curve perfectly, while her barely-buttoned white blouse left little to none to the imagination. Thankfully, the cardboard box in her arms covered her chest. Her dirty blonde hair was slicked back into a tight ponytail that made your slightly frizzed hair feel inferior. Lastly, her striking crimson lipstick made her lips appear plush and her teeth blinding. Her red lips danced as she laughed at something Theo said. Damn average human hearing. It’s moments like this when werewolf hearing would be perfect. Of course, it had to be your school that hired the Sexy Librarian out of a wet dream.

From here you could see Theo take the box from the librarian’s hands. You notice his biceps pulsating as he follows the orders given to him. You begin to imagine feeling those irresistible arms. Maybe even followed by an inspection of his broad chest and washboard abs. If you were really lucky then maybe he would let you venture a bit lower to his —

Theo turned around, locking eyes with you from a distance. Your eyes were bulging straight out of your head. Your heart was ready to jump out of your ribcage. Too bad, you’re too young to retire. You look back down at your notebook as you struggle to pick up your pencil to pretend to write something down. Get yourself together, you groan mentally. There as no doubt in your mind that Theo had witnessed you admiring him. Your eyes return to the textbook, but none of the words resonate with you as your mind races. While your breathing slows slightly, you try to ignore your embarrassment and focus on your notes. Well, until a shadow covers your paper.

“What are you working on?” Theo asked with his signature smirk. He pulls out the chair beside you and proceeds to make himself comfortable. His chest leans over the table slightly to take a peek at your notebook. His musk made shivers crawl down your spine.

You clear your throat as you touch your hair self-consciously. “Just studying for the history final.”

“Need help?” He asks to your surprise. He leans a little closer, making you pray that your perfume from the morning was still present.

“Uh, no, thanks.” The last thing you wanted was to make a fool of yourself in front of him and having him tutor you almost guaranteed that.

“Well, I’m here for whatever you need.” His voice dropped an octave as he spoke in your ear. The huskiness in his tone made you wonder if he really was up for doing whatever you needed. You turned to make eye contact with him, but his eyes flicked to your lips. The sparkle in his eye nearly made you rip off your own clothes right then and there. But there was no way he actually wanted to kiss you, right?  

“Stop it.” His eyes stared squarely at your lips.  

“Stop what?” Breathing? There was no way this was happening right now.

“Biting your lip.”

You completely forgot about your nervous habit. Ugh, what if he thought that looked dumb? Now there’s no way he’ll even think about kissing me let alone actually do this. Why must my body be such an idiot? You put the thoughts to the side so that you can over think later. “Why?”

“It’s sexy as hell.”

You didn’t know what to say. A veil of heat covered your cheeks, turning you a dark shade of red. Yet again your teeth graze your bottom lip. You try to stop yourself, but it was as if the butterflies in your stomach were controlling your every move.

“It’s such a turn on.” You swear his eyes have darkened a color. The warmth of his hand on your cheek makes you forget that you’re in a library. Theo leans in a bit closer, slowly decreasing the space between you two. You even could smell his fresh minty breath.

You bite your lip once more but this time with a hint of deviance in your eye. His hand cups your cheek, bringing your attention to his eyes. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, pulling it from your teeth with a gentleness you didn’t expect him to have.  

“Unless you want me to take you on this table, quit it.” A spark of energy reaches the space between your thighs, encouraging you to close the space. Your eyes close in anticipation.  Someone clearing their throat brings your attention away from the gorgeous beast in front of you. Behind Theo, you could see an unhappy Sexy Librarian glaring at you with her arms folded over her chest.  It was finally your turn to smirk. Theo got up from his seat and pushed in his chair.

“Date. This time tomorrow. Pick you up here. Later, study buddy.”  Without waiting for your response, Theo winks and swaggers away. You could have gotten whiplash from this turn of events. The hottest guy in school almost kissed you and just asked you out.

It made you wonder, Why the hell did he come here in the first place?

~*~

Should I write more Theo?? Or what character(s) would you like to see more of?

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MASTERLIST

I finally decided that it was about time to make a masterlist, so here you go! I plan to update this frequently, but it might not always be up to date…

Key:

* - Smut ^ - Angst

Updated Last: 24/02/2019

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

Grumpy Old Man

Promise? ^

Saving Him ^

Teen Wolf

Liam Dunbar

Fallin’ For You

Hit Me With Your Best Shot

Rivals

Derek Hale

Candid Camping

Doll, That’s A Promise

Training

Lil’ Red And Her Big Bad Wolf

Mistaken Feelings

My Cinnamon Roll

My Mean Dog

Red’s Big Bad Wolf 

Smells Like…

Teddy Bear 

Twisted Up

Wishing You The Best Part I^

Wishing You The Best Part II

Gif: X

Isaac Lahey

BFF To MIA ^

Broken Girl ^

Coach’s Daughter

Infatuation

Just A Boy Friend?

Love Drunk

Problematic Signals

Secrets

Stomach Tied In Knots

Truth Hurts ^

Jackson Whittemore

As In…

Number 11

Scott McCall

Just Call My Name (I’ll Be There)

Lost

Nice Body

Stiles Stilinski

Are You A Parking Ticket?

Awkward Introductions (Feat. Liam Dunbar)

Confession Time

Dammit, Stiles

Dirty Little Secret 

Everything Has Changed ^

Get Up *

Gotta Catch'Em All

Heat of the Moment

Jealousy

Locker Room Romance

Lost Cause

Stranded

His Demons ^

His World… Breaking (Part I)  (Part II) ^

Telling Him 

The Voices ^

Wake Up Call

What Are You Waiting For?

Gifs: X X

Theo Raeken

11:11 Wishes

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore 

Excuse You

Sugar, We’re Goin Down

Klaus Mikaelson

Enchanted

Infectious Laughter

Lover’s Reuniting 

Real Life

Alex Gaskarth

Oh, Calamity (Part 1)  (Part 2) ^

Dylan O'Brien

Death Of Me

Distractions

K-I-S-S-I-N-G

Sister’s Boyfriend

Stood Up

The Rockstar Next Door (Part 1)

Unplanned Confessions

Optional

Tease

Series 

Coach’s Daughter 

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Just updated my masterlist btw!

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Doll, That’s a Promise // Derek Hale

(A/N): Derek is too busy researching for the gangs latest hunt, but apparently not busy enough to ignore his beloved (Y/N).

Warnings: None

~*~

Another day, another demon, your internal monologue sighs. You hunch over the armrest of your chair and lean your head against the heel of your hand as you try to keep your eyes from closing any further. You check the time on your phone, 4:23. Just a tad past your bedtime.

A spread of papers replaced the flooring of your shared loft, and in the center of the mess sat your dear inattentive partner. Well, inattentive to you that is. Derek has been taking notes and reading ever since you got home from your work shift, which was about 6 hours ago. The papers are like a giant doggy-potty-pad, you giggle softly at your delirious thought. Sleep deprivation was getting to you now more than ever.

“Darling, aren't you ready for a break?” you question. Your eyes sting with each blink as you try to pry them open with your fingers.

“No, I'm too close to stop here,” he grumbled, scribbling something down. It feels as if your socks are full of weights as you stand from your seat and shuffle near Derek’s study fortress. You scoot a few leaflets over with the tip of your toes, leaving just enough room for you to sit within your boyfriend’s presence. Eyes of melted gold examine your every move through his long lashes, still, nothing more is said.

“At least let me help,” you yawn, reaching for a random paper. It’s a picture on some sort of wall. Symbols and ancient looking characters are etched into the dusty stone. Well, this seems somewhat important, but this made about as much sense to you as advanced calculus.

“I got it.” The paper is snatched from your grasp in a blink of an eye. Rolling your eyes, you crawl closer to the grumpy creature. Your head is drawn to his shoulder like the universe's strongest magnet, and who are you to disturb nature’s flow. Heat radiates from his chest at a consistent rate acting as your own person heater. His musk of fresh pine and cinnamon makes you sigh in complete bliss.

Without thinking, your hand reaches for his plush hair. The strands twirl around your finger like a cloud of comfort. Derek’s spine stiffens and his breathing stops for a moment. Yet his silence didn’t discourage you, and instead motivated you. Your nails graze his scalp as your movements continue with more confidence. Such softness was so rare to find, you couldn’t help but test the limits of this new discovery. Your finger slips behind one of his ears, rubbing slightly.

A faint, but obvious whimper erupts from his direction. The noise was completely foreign to you. You release your fingers from his hair’s grasp. Derek's typing ceases. You could have sworn your heart stopped. The fierce wind outside even stopped knocking on the window.  It was as if that small noise had caused the entire world to stop spinning.

“What the hell was that?” At this point, you struggle to choke down your laughter, making Derek growl under his breath. You could actually see his chest rumble with embarrassment.  

“Shuddup,” he murmurs. A sheen of red covers the apples of his cheeks as he tries to bury his face back into his work. For all the times he teases you, there was no way you were going to let him live this down.

You chuckle, ripping the papers from his face, “Did the big, scary Derek Hale just whimper?” His glare would have scared any unknowing, normal person away, however, you were far from normal. You found it kind of endearing that you could drive him this crazy without having to worry about him tearing you apart.  

“I swear if you don’t stop I will tie you up and leave you there.”

“Is that an offer?” You smirk. Derek slowly crawls over you, like a primal hunter about to claim his prey. You succumb to his touches and let yourself fall under his trance. Derek leans close to your ear, now closing the gap between your chests. His warm breath caresses your neck, sending shivers of anticipation up your spine. “Doll, that's a promise.”

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Lovers Reuniting//Klaus Mikkealson

(A/N): Niklaus has summoned upon Reader, a powerful witch. There's just one catch -- they were soulmates centuries ago. Will they forgive each other's faults and ignite that old flame, or let their desires burn out?

Warnings: Feelz

~*~

"I should've known when you summoned me that it wouldn't be for tea," you hum, glancing down at your freshly groomed nails. You lean against the door frame of the mansion, eyeing the powerful being in front of you. "Calling after 400 years just for a favour seems a little rude, even for you, Niklaus."

"You know what they say, desperate times, desperate measures," he responds softly with a smile pulling at his cheeks. He stands from the sofa before taking long strides in your direction.

"So, I'm a desperate measure? I see you're still quite the charmer." His arms wrap around your waist, while you bury your face into his chest. He smells faintly of paint and musk, a smell that reminded you of home.

Humour had become your coping mechanism for overwhelming emotions long ago, and being in his presence was making your chest ache. Centuries ago, you and Klaus were madly in-love. You believed the two of you were soulmates destined to be together for all of eternity. Of course, that was before you had grown out of your naive ideals and witnessed the harsh reality of this world.

"No, not a desperate measure. More of a ..." he breathes into your hair, making goosebumps raise from your skin.

"A wound you didn't wish to reopen," you suggest.

"Precisely." He offers a sad smile. He was also battling all the emotions that he felt with this reunion. There was nothing more that he wanted in this moment than to kiss you with. Instead, he settled for the polite smile that clung to his lips.

"So, what is it I can do for you?" You fold your arms over your chest, trying not to feel so vulnerable under his intense gaze.

"I need you to put a cloak over my family and I," Klaus states in a formal tone, adjusting his shirt.

"You couldn't have compelled another witch to do that for you?" You say clearly unimpressed. It was a fairly simple task; one that you didn't think was worth traveling across the country

"You're the only one I trust, (Y/N)," he says. You're take back by this unexpected confessions, but it was short lived as he continued. "I also need you to locate a white oak stake

"You're still running," you breathe through your parted lips, looking between each of his piercing eyes. Your heart pounds against your chest as you remember the horrors and torture Mikael had put his children through. It infuriated you that after all this time that the horrors continued to reek havoc on the dysfunctional family.

"I'll do you one better than a cloaking spell. I can link you to me," you suggest. His eyes scan your facial features hesitantly, while he purses his lips.

"I'm an immortal and you're a witch. How would that benefit me?" It takes everything in you not to roll your eyes at his annoying tone. Seems like some things never change...

"Have you forgotten that I am not just any witch?" You sigh, placing a hand on your hip. "I'm an original witch. White oak doesn't work on me. My body rejects it, getting stabbed by it effects me no more than a miniscule splinter. Meaning, I can transfer the inefficiency to you."

"What's the catch?" He questions. His muscles freeze in their position as he inspects your features once more.

"There is none."

"There's always a catch."

"Don't Niklaus. Your paranoia will end you before anything else if you keep it up," you sigh, running a hand past your brow. "Now, there is no catch. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to help you."

You pull a pocket knife from your back pocket, making Klaus' eyes widen.

"What are you -- ?"

"You said you trust me, so prove it,' you say, flicking the knife open. He looks between you and the weapon before nodding. A sting pinches at the palm of your hand as the blade swipes across the skin. Blood drips from the small would as you hand the knife to Klaus, who hesitantly mirrors your actions.

You grab his hands before closing your eyes. Feeling the curvature and motion of the universe around you, you begin reciting the familiar incantations. It's as if your mind goes into autopilot as the words leave your lips. Your lungs burn and chest tightness, but you were determined to finish.

Suddenly, the weight in your hand disappears, causing you to stumble backwards. Your eyes jolt open to see a worried Klaus backing from you with wide eyes. Your head feels weightless as you try to catch your breath.

"Why would you do that?" You huff.

"You're bleeding, dammit. You didn't say it would hurt you," he growls. You taste a metallic liquid streams from your nose to your lips. Wiping the area with the back of your hand, a red streak covers the skin as more blood comes from your nose.

"It's fine," you claim. A bloody tear falls from your eye and rolls down your cheek.

"No it isn't, (Y/N)," he shouts, clenching his jaw tightly. "Your death is something my concious can not handle."

"Oh yeah, I can tell how much it would bother you," you sigh, rolling your eyes.

"What are you talking about?"

"423 years without a word, Niklaus. How can you possibly say that you care?"

"What do you think I've been doing? Tap dancing and singing happily around the block? You're not the only one who hurts, (Y/N). Is that what you want from me?"

"No, I don't want anything from you. I just want you, Niklaus," you cry passionately. He is quick to respond to your outburst.

"We weren't working and you know it."

"We only work together and you know it," you retort. "We were soulmates. There was a little bump in our path and instead of pushing though it, you ran from me. From us." Water wells up in the corner of your eyes, threatening to escape.

His bottom lip trembles whilea tear runs down his cheek. He looks around the room as if pleading to the walls for some form of guidance.

"Forget it. I'm done," you sigh, wiping your cheeks. Turning on your heel, you

"No, you're not done," Niklaus grabs your wrist, making you face him once more. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"What?"

"You're not done," Niklaus repeats, looking up from the ground. "If you want me to fight, I'll fight. I thought leaving you was the right thing to do, but obviously I made a mistake."

"You can't leave when things get tough again." Klaus takes a step towards you; the distance between you becoming practically nonexistent. Your chest tightness as you look into his eyes, remembering the last time you were in this position.

"Without you, my life has been hell; a hell that I never wish to live in again. I can't bare the thought of not having you by my side any longer, my love," his finger tips trace the outline of your jaw, There's a fire behind his eyes that makes your heart race. You were familiar with these passionate promises that Niklaus had made in the heat of the moment, but this time you were certain that he would keep this one. With that, you launch yourself into his arms, where you would hope to stay for the rest of eternity.

~*~

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Wishing You The Best Pt.2//Derek Hale

(A/N): After getting their heart broken, (Y/N) moves on to better things, including a fantastic job and loving fiancé. When a piece of their past shows up unexpectedly, how will they react?

Warnings: Angst, Language (?)

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Holding your head up with an open palm, lazy fingertips trace mindless patterns into the empty sheet as you sigh contently. The diamond band wrapped around your finger glimmers even in the minimal sunlight peeking through the window. A faint humming from the other side of the room catches your attention.

The sight of your freshly showered fiancé appears in the corner of your eye. Fiancé... You're still dazed by the idea; the thought of spending the rest of your life with him was almost too good to be true. His bare back is to you as he rumages through the messy dresser drawers. Water roplets escape his hair, racing down the tracks of his spine. It hadn't been even 20 minutes and you were already missing the feeling of his skin against yours and being able to trace the curves of his muscles.

"Are you sure you can't take the day off and cuddle with me all day?" You question with a playful pout tugging at your bottom lip. He smiles that gorgeous smile that you fell everyday for. He pulls a shirt over his shoulders, working quickly to button each of the buttons over his chest.

"I want that more than anything in the world, but I can't. I wanna give you the wedding of your dreams and I can't do that if I don't work, can I?"

The thought of your big day made your heart flutter, both out of happiness and slight anxiety. Pinching the comforter between your digits, you ponder his statement.

"How about I take you out tonight? We can get your favourite," he hums, finishing the knot of his striped tie.

"Hm, I think I could deal with that," you remark, pushing your legs over the side of the bed. Your toes brush against the cool wooden floorboards as a shadow brushes against your knee caps. Looking up, your met with a pair of eyes that make your heart flutter. His distinct aftershave tickles your nose as he leans in closer.

"God, I love you so much," he smiles, pecking you on the lips softly. A minty taste lingers on your tongue as he pulls away much too soon for your liking.

"Love you, too," you beam towards him. "See you when you get home."

"See you then, babe," he winks before stepping out the door. You sigh letting yourself fall back against the fluffy comforter. The front door closing echos through the otherwise empty house, making you groan even louder. It was your day off, so you were going to use it to check out some decorations for the wedding. However, you were in no hurry to spend hours scouring the racks of crafting stores for the perfect centerpieces or guest favours. That's why you opt to move to the couch rather than the shower.

Scrolling through your phone, you find plenty of memes to occupy your mind. But after a while you decide to check Pinterest to see if that will motivate you at all. As you look through all the wedding boards the site has to offer, a knock on the door grabs your attention from your phone. Furrowing your eyebrows together, you promptly through your phone down and approach the entrance. Surely the mail man wouldn't mind seeing you your pajamas.

You open the door with a smile that quickly fades upon seeing the man standing in front of you.

The last person you wanted to see was of course standing on your door step. Sporting a tight black shirt covered by his signature black leather jacket, his appearance made your heart clench much more than you'd like to admit. His eyes widen as if he wasn't expecting you to open the door.

"I told you I didn't want to hear from you anymore," you growl. You're gripping the door knob so tightly you wouldn't be surprised if there were indents by the time you let go.

"I know, but I need your help, (Y/N)," he begs, flashing those damn irresistible puppy eyes at you. Unlucky for him, you'd become immune to this look long ago. "There's a new threat and I think you're the only one that can help us."

"You are so full of shit. Bye, Derek," you sigh, moving to slam the door, but his hand gets in the way. Even though you had cut ties with most of your supernatural friends, you still were able to keep tabs on any baddies around, and things are actually pretty quiet for once.

"Okay. The real reason I came over here was to see you and I wanted to explain what -- "

There was nothing that he could say that could make you feel better about what happened. Sure, you were over it, but some things never lose their sour flavour.

"It's pretty clear what happened and what's done is done. It's over and I'm over it," you growl, your eyes almost twitching from all the emotions. Your nails claw at the door in your clutches, threatening to leave marks on the fresh paint.

"Sure seems like you're over it," he chuffs with an annoying smirk. "C'mon, we're both adults here. I really need to speak with you, (Y/N). "

"Actions are louder than words, and your actions gave me all the information I needed."

He stays silent for a second.

"I'm at a point in my life where I can confidently say that I'm happy. I have a job I love, and a fiancé that I love even more. Here, I have stability that I've never had before. I-I don't have to worry about having the fate of the world in my hands or losing the love of my life every five minutes. I'm perfectly happy living a 'normal' life."

"You're just saying that," he finally speaks, more to himself than to you. "Normal is overrated."

"But being happy isn't, Derek." You sigh, crossing your arms over your chest. "You need to leave."

"Please, (Y/N)," he tries once more. Water floods the corners of his eyes. His hands clutch together under his chin.

"Leave," you reply firmly.

Biting his lips, he searches the area, looking for any other points that would make him stay. Derek's eyes meet your hard ones once more. You were standing your ground and nothing would make you waver. He slowly turns around with you eyeing his every move. His shoulders slump as he shuffles down the stairs.

He turns around once more. His eyes lock with the cement as he walks way before looking back at yours.

"I wish you the best, (Y/N)." All the memories from that day hit you like a concrete wall. Maybe you weren't as over the whole situation as much as you liked to think you were. But like you said, your life is great right now; there's no sense dwelling on bad memories. Right?

~

Wowza, that was a bit rushed, but I didn't want you guys waiting too long since it's been quite heavily requested. Anyway, with the school year starting again I'll be pretty busy for the next month or two. I wish I could post more, however I don't think my schedule will permit for that.

I was also thinking about accepting some applications for new admins in case anyone is interested. Just send me a sample piece and a little bit about yourself and we'll take it from there.

Thanks for reading!

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Wishing You The Best//Derek Hale

(A/N) : Reader comes back home to visit her boyfriend, instead she is greeted with a broken heart.

Warnings: Angsty Af, language (I believe that is all)

Skipping across the pavement with warm excitement bubbling in your chest, you approach the entrance of a home you could never forget no matter how long you were away. The mahogany wood that guarded Derek’s loft seemingly glared at you and your footsteps came to a halt.

You had missed him so much that it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if you had began reciting melancholic poetry in wake of his absence. Now that your standing at his door, your body tremors in excitement.

The college you attend is more than a few hours away, making it incredibly difficult for you to visit your hometown on the weekends. Not to mention, Derek and his loyalties to the pack don’t make for a very flexible schedule either. Well, seeing each other less must make the delight only that much better when you do finally get in touch. For instance, right now you are beyond happy to get to see him.

You raise a trembling hand to the door, knocking firmly on the surface three times. Stepping back, you prepare a wide grin on your face as you wait. Except you aren’t greeted by your gorgeous boyfriend, instead the chipping paint stands its ground. You repeat your actions once more, but the result is still the same.

A weight falls on your chest. Maybe you should have called ahead, however that would take the fun out of the surprise. He’s probably out right now taking care of business. You’d just have to come back later.

The lock clicks behind you, making your heart flutter. You turn around being faced with not one person but two. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you shuffle towards the pair.

An unfamiliar girl with platinum curls and porcelain skin stands by his side. Her small frame is practically drowning in the large black t-shirt that stops just above her kneecaps. The snarl on her flushed lips is less than appealing as she grabs at Derek’s forearm and whispers something in his ear. Only then do you noticed their intertwined fingers hanging between their bodies.

“What the fuck are you doing with my boyfriend?” You seethe. All the colour is drained from Derek’s face, while the girl’s oceanic eyes roll beside him. He looks down at their hands and immediately drops her spindly fingers.

“Oh, fuck,” he mumbles. His lips part as his eyes dart between you and the girl frantically.

“Derek, who is this?” You and the girl say in unison.

“(Y/N), This is Stacey. Stacey, (Y/N) – ”

“I’m his girlfriend,” she interupts, smacking her lips together, proceeding to make you want to smack her right across the face. Dark spots begin to cloud your vision as a new form of rage took over. A harsh laugh leaves your throat followed by a chorus of snort and cackles.

“Sorry to burst your implants, sweetheart, but Derek is my boyfriend,” you tell her, stomping towards her. Your nostrils flare as you try to square up to her, but Derek’s arm leans against the door frame, blocking you from her.

“(Y/N) – ”

“Right, Derek?” You ask, looking over at him briefly before your glare returns to Stacey. “I’m your girlfriend.”

His lack of response makes you look up at him. Derek’s gaze finds the floor. You lick your dry lips in anticipation. At this point you were desperate for an answer.

“Right?” You were always his and he was yours. Why would anything change now?

“(Y/N) … ,” He tries again. Those eyes that you had seen through so much, through laughter and tears, now held something that you had never seen before. Like broken glass, they were lustrous and sharp; dangerous. And here you stand, guiding the pieces straight through your gut.

“Are you –? Y-You’re cheating on me,” you gasp for air, choking on the words.

“I’m sorry. Stacey and I have, well, we’ve been –” He stammers, running a hand through his hair. “You were away and … this isn’t – I know this isn’t right.”

“You don’t think it was hell for me not being around!” You shout, making him flinch. “I hated not being able to kiss you, touch you, or even see you everyday. But unlike some of us, I could pull myself together. See, I’ve been waiting patiently and counting the days until I could see you again. There wasn’t a guy that caught my attention or interested me. Wanna know why? Because none of them were you!”

Your voice cracks slightly as your voice continues to crescendo.

“But you were over here fucking another girl, and now she’s apparently your girlfriend. Funny seeing how that title doesn’t mean anything anymore.” Your throat feels like it’s on fire as salty tears run down your face.

“It’s just that I was lonely and I met Stacey and she made everything so much … better – ”

The rest of his words fade into the background. There was nothing worse that he could possibly say. You bite your lip to prevent the sobs that were threatening to fall from your lips.

“I have one question, Derek; did you ever love me?” You knew that this would just hurt you even more. The simple notion that he had never loved you was about enough to bring you to your knees. You had spent just over 3 years with this man and had gone as far as considering spending the rest of your life with him. If that was 2 years of you being desperately in love with him and him *not having* any feelings for you, that would kill you.

“I truly did, (Y/N), I loved you so, so much. In the end I guess that wasn’t enough ”

There’s no sense in wasting anymore of your energy here. You swallow, carefully choosing your words. “Good luck, Derek. I wish you – I wish you the best.”

Derek nods his head, pursing his lips tightly. Before you even realise it, your running. The pain you feel sears into your soul. He was in love with someone else. What hurt you almost as much was the fact that he didn’t have the guts to tell you. There were plenty of phone calls, Skype sessions, hell, he knew your email, that he could’ve brought this up. Yet, he still waited until you found out for yourself.

You love him so much, enough that you’d be willing to put his happiness before your own. Wishing the one you love luck with someone else is one of the hardest things you can do. That moment when your heart breaks and all you can think about is running into his arms, you know your truly broken.

~

Wow, I don’t know where I pulled this out of, but that hurt my heart to write. Also, sorry for the format, I uploaded from mobile.

Yo, yo, yo, expect some birthday one shots coming up since my birthday was recently and I’m feeling inspired. And holy shoot! Thanks for getting me 5 away from 900 followers, that’s pretty amazing!

[nationofimaginations]

Are You A Parking Ticket?//Stiles Stilinski

(A/N): Stiles and Reader have been friends for a while. During one of their movie nights, Stiles admits his feelings for Reader in an… Interesting way.

Warnings: No proof reading because yours truly is trash.

I wrote this in like a half an hour just because I really wanted to post something oops.

A giggle erupts from your throat as your friend plops onto the couch, sending kernels of popcorn flying towards every crevice in the couch. That would be a pain to clean up later, but nevertheless it would be worth it to be spending some time with Stiles. With your hectic life, it was difficult to have any free time between your responsibilities, so you and Stiles decided to start putting time aside to hang out together.

‘Love Actually’ plays on the screen while you watch intently. Surprisingly, it was Stiles’ pick; not that you minded. In the corner of your eye, you see Stiles turn towards you. You try to ignore it, attempting to put your attention back on the film. After a few more minutes, you can still feel his gaze on you. You look over at him, raising an eyebrow.

“What? Why are you staring? Do I have something on my face?” you question, swiping a hand across your mouth.

“I don’t have a library card, but do you mind if I check you out?” Stiles finally responds.

“Excuse me,” you say, biting you lip to prevent the laughter threatening to escape your lips. This was the last thing that you would expect from him.

“How do you do that?” He announces.

“What?” You ask with a tinge of panic in your tone.

“Look so good,” he answers, his eyes staring into yours. He doesn’t even bother to wait for your response as he says another line. “Are you a parking ticket? 'Cause you’ve got fine written all over you.”

“Oh God, stop it,” you whine, using a pillow to hide your blushing face. Giggling, you grab a bit of popcorn from the bowl and throw it in his direction. “Are you practicing on me?”

“Are they working?” He asks, once again avoiding answering my questions. I shake my head playfully while his face remains serious.

“Why are you telling me all these pick up lines?” You ask, hoping that you’d finally get an answer. You gasp, “Is there a lucky person who has the honour of being liked by Stiles Stilinski?” “Yeah something like that.” A weight pulls at your heart. You had developed a bit of a crush on the boy, but you knew about his feelings for Lydia. The simple thought made your tongue dry.

“Well, shouldn’t you be telling them, not me,” you suggest, twiddling your thumbs together. It’s much harder than you thought it would be to pretend your heart didn’t just break. You want to be happy for him, but you can’t help but wonder what they have that you don’t. You didn’t want him to be with someone that didn’t appreciate him as much as you do. If only you were given a chance to show your adoration for him.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Stiles exclaims. You shake your head 'no’ in response. “I’m trying to flirt with you, (Y/N).”

A tsunami of emotions hit you. You frown at his words, but you want to jump up and down on the sofa, do somersaults across the carpet, scream into the pillows, laugh like a manic – absolutely everything. Just because Stiles was trying to flirt with you. That must mean that he likes you. If not, why would he even bother?

Stiles takes the bowl of popcorn and sets it on the glass table. He begins scootching closer to you, making your heart pound against your ribcage. You mouth opens, jaw shaking, it to close again. Seeing his face just inches from yours made it difficult to breathe.

The air feels different; hot and thick. Your eyes dance around his pink lips before traveling to his earthy eyes. Before you can comprehend anything, Stiles lips are on yours. On instinct, you close your eyes and return the kiss softly. His callused fingers cup your cheek, while his thumb caresses your jawline. The kiss is so tender, so sweet (well, apart from the taste of salted popcorn that remained on your tongues).

You are forced to pull away as your lungs begin to burn from lack of air. A blush crosses your cheeks while you and Stiles regain your breath softly.

“I think I’m falling for you, (Y/N),” Stiles whispers breathlessly just loud enough for your ears to decipher. Your lips part for a moment before turning into a happy smile.

“I think I’m falling for you too,” you reply. Stiles features light up as a wide smile appears on his lips. Your heart swells in pure happiness, knowing that Stiles had feelings for you.

“If I received – ”

“If that’s another pick up line, just don’t, Stiles,” you warn him with a laugh. You begin to lean back in. It has only taken one kiss before you were addicted to his lips.

“You’re so beautiful you made me forget my pickup line.”

“Dork,” you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your fingers play with the end of his hair. “You don’t need to try to impress me anymore, I’m yours.”

~*~

[nationofimaginations]

Get Up//Stiles Stilinski

(A/N): Saving Beacon Hills from supernatural threats was hard work, but getting Stiles up for school is even harder. Reader resorts to unorthodoxed methods for getting him out of bed.

Warnings: Sexual themes/ heated make out session, language, nudity, no proof reading (I believe that is all)

This is my most heated scene I’ve posted so far... Be warned 

A monotonous beeping made your eardrums sting from the deafening pitch. Even after slamming the wretched machine off a ringing remains in your ears.

A brunette head of hair poked out of the blue comforter. Gentle snores escaped his lips while his chest moved up and down rhythmically. Along his collar bone was a dark purple blotch marking his freckled skin. A smile pulled at your cheeks as you reminisced the previous night. The two of you had planned a study session to study for your upcoming exams. It was a perfect plan since you had mostly the same classes, however you had gotten distracted.

It was a blessing to have a Stiles in your life, but a Stiles was awful for your attendance. Even with the other study sessions that you and Stiles had, you were falling behind in some of your courses. Of course, these sessions were rarely productive since the two of you became quite preoccupied with other things. Sighing, you lift the covers before cuddling up to his warm body.

“Stiles, we have to get up,” you grumble snuggling into his bare chest, your lips skimming his warm skin with each syllable. You attempt to shake him awake, but he would only shrug your touch away. “Stiles. Get up.”

“No.” His pitiful whine makes you roll your eyes.

“Yes,” you begin, tracing imaginary shapes over his bicep with a finger. “You’ve been absent 28 days this semester already and we’re only two months into the school year.”

“Sh, go back to sleep, babe,” he hushes you. Your heart flutters from his deep, raspy morning voice. His eyes remain closed as his arms wrap around your waist, effectively securing you to the bed.

“Nope, not this time,” you respond, pushing his arms off you. Before he can pull you back into his warm grip, you’re already jaunting to the other side of the room. The bed shakes as Stiles drops his arms back to the mattress, making you shake your head playfully at your silly boyfriend.

Taking a deep breath in, you realise that it was going to take some major convincing to get that lazy lump out of bed. Your eye spots a particular item that sparks an idea in your head. A set of underwear that just so happened to be Stiles’ favourite. The corners of your lips curl into a mischievous grin while a plan develops in your mind.

Reaching for the waist band of your underwear, you begin to pull the fabric down your legs. You emphasis your hip movements with every motion as you remove it. After stepping out of the garment, you grab the other garment and toss the fresh set to the floor

“Aw, would you look at that,” you muse, pouting your lips. You turn to Stiles who was eyeing you carefully.

Bending over as far as you could, you slowly reach for the silky garment, your most intimate parts out on display for Stiles’ viewing. Your fingers play with the edge of fabric, making sure that you had given him a good look. You step through the material and slowly pull it up your legs, signaling the end of the show.

“A-Ah, fuck.” A breathy groan sounds from behind you, prompting a smirk to curl at your lips. So your plan was working after all.

“Like what you see?” You wink, shaking your behind a little bit more. At this point he was sat up against your headrest; lips parted slightly and cheeks flushed.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind waking up to this every morning,” he remarks, his tongue gliding across his lips. His hazel eyes rake your body shamelessly, memorising the layout of your body.

You toss an oversized shirt over your head, and slip the new set of underwear over your hips. As you’re about to open your closet an impacient groan grabs your attention.

“Babe, come give me a kiss,” Stiles requests with open arms. His short hair sticks up in all directions in an adorable fashion, nearly making you forget the dirty scene that just occurred.

“Just one kiss and you’ll get up?” Your lips purse as you raise an eyebrow towards him.

“One kiss and …” His voice trails off becoming so low that you can’t understand his mumbles. You simply shrug it off, assuming that he had accepted the conditions of the bargain.

Climbing over the pile of blankets that lay at the foot of the bed, you slowly crawl over Stiles’ body. Like a predator about to claim it’s prey, but little did you know that roles were about to be reversed. Straddling his legs, you lean in to peck his soft lips. The two of you act like magnets when you touch, as if attracted to each other by the laws of science and nature. Your mouth moves steadily against his,

Pure hearted and PG as you tried to make the kiss.

Stiles on the other hand was having none of that and began nibbling at your bottom lip, determined to get the most out of this. His hands grab greedily at your bottom, pressing the two of you even closer together. Chest to chest, a firey sensation flows over your body, but thoughts of school entered your mind once again.

You pull away, however Stiles has other plans and connects your lips again. Hard. Once again, you’re hypnotized by his kiss. Slow burning passion flows through your veins as you instinctively return the kiss, tangling your fingers in his course hair. Moaning into your mouth, his grip tightens around your waist; no doubt leaving finger-shaped bruises that you would wear proudly. He tugs at the hem of your shirt, making you snap out of the trance.

“No, Stiles,” you scold, pushing his chest with an open palm lightly. “We agreed one kiss and you would get up. We have to go to school today; no excuses.”

His large hands easily catch your wrists and pull them over his shoulders and around his neck, making you fall against his chest from the rigid movements.

“Well, I remember saying one kiss and something of mine would get up,” Stiles remarks. His hips roll up to meet yours, and sure enough, there was a not-so-little member poking at your inner thigh. The simple movement prompted sparks in the pit of your stomach, ones that only he seemed to ignite.

His lips meet yours again. You move in perfect sync, each move building more and more sweet pressure in your abdomen. Your heart pounded violently against your rib cage, while your head began to feel light as air. Adrenaline coursed through your bloodstream. Kissing Stiles was the best kind of high.

Without realising it, you find yourself slowly rolling your hips into his thighs, begging for more friction against your needy core. Stiles’ hot fingertips waste no time exploring under your shirt, making sure to leave none of your skin untouched. He continues to pinch, rub, and tease with his hands before they finally settling near the edge of your underwear. His touch would teasingly dip below the thin fabric every so often, but never close enough to where you so desperately needed him.

Stiles pulls away from your throbbing lips before leaving a trail of sloppy kisses along your jawline.

“You said I missed, what, 28 days? Missing a couple periods today wouldn’t hurt. Plus, it won’t be like we’re missing the entire day,” Stiles reasons in a low tone. His teeth grazing the shell of your ear, sending waves of electricity over every inch of your body. Involuntarily your back arches into him, giving him full access to your sweet spot. His mouth slowly inches over to that one area of your neck that he knew so well at a painfully slow pace.

“A couple?” It’s a struggle to speak while you’re under his mercy. Your voice raises an octave as you try to resist moaning from his skillful touches. He sucks and laps at your skin as if his life depends on it. Your nails were surely digging into Stiles’ skin, luckily he secretly loved showing off the marks you would leave on him. “How about one?”

“Hm, I can work with that for now,” he hums against the fresh mark on your neck. “But I won’t be opposed to comply when you’re begging for more.”

That cocky little shit.

“Shut up,” you growl, smashing your lips against his once more. Ah, the things this boy does to you.

~*~

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Truth Hurts//Isaac Lahey

(A/N): Isaac returns to reader after over a year, expecting that their relationship would remain the same. However, things in Beacon Hills could not be more different when he finds out that reader has taken interest in someone else.

Warnings: Sad puppy Isaac, possible broken heart

Wow, I can’t believe that Teen Wolf is actually coming to an end. In an attempt to cope with this realisation, I give you this…

Isaac’s POV

I’m home. Finally. After over a year without contacting or hearing anything from this town, I’m back.

The hardest thing was being away from my girl. I missed everything about her; her laugh, her voice, her touch, her lame jokes that always make me smile, everything. Now my hands are trembling in excitement just to hear her angelic voice. When I close my eyes, I can see her beautiful smile that lights up all her features as her bright laugh filling my ears like music. Her voice humming “I love you” so sweetly. I nearly say “I love you too” in return to the imaginary (Y/N).

While she is still out, I sneak into her house as I have done so many times before. I’ve told her time after time that hiding the key under the creepy garden gnome was the worst idea. I calmly wait on the couch, rapidly tapping my fingers against my jeans as if that would make time go any faster. I bite my lip.

I hear footsteps on the gravel outside long before she unlocks the door. Taking a few deep calming breaths, I tip toe towards the door. The door swings open, revealing the most beautiful girl in the world. Her hair was a little different than what I remembered and her clothes were unrecognizable, however I knew the love of my life when I saw her.

“Surprise, babe,” I greet with a grin. Her gorgeous eyes widen as she freezes in shock.

“Isaac…?” she whispers. If it weren’t for my special abilities I would’ve never heard her. I’m estatic to see her but the frown on her face tells me she feels differently towards my homecoming.

“(Y/N), I’m back,” I smile, taking a step closer to her. “Now we can spend all of the time in the world together, my love.”

She send me a half smile that doesn’t quite reach her glassy eyes. A droplet of water escapes from her tearducts and runs down her face. Several more follow its lead, making my stomach drop.

“No, no, no, please don’t cry.” I swipe the pad of my thumb across her cheekbone to wipe some of her tears. Even with the salty drops rolling down her face, her skin is just as silky as I remember. She closes her eyes, leaning into my touch, only to jerks her head away seconds later.

“What’s wrong?” I question, slowly lowering my hand back to my side. She paces back and forth across the room.

“Isaac, we really need to talk,” she sniffles, finally turning back to face me. Her eyes remain glued to the floor. Why isn’t she happy to see me after all this time? I reach my hand out to touch her, but she stumbles backwards a few steps, cowering from my motion. I stare down at my open palm with my eyebrow furrowed. Her heart is pounding against her chest so quickly I’m worried it might burst. What have I done?

I run the now trembling hand through my tousled hair, while her soft sniffles begin to crack my heart.

“Aren’t you happy to see me? It’s been almost a year and a half since we’ve even spoken,” I stammer.

“Right, 19 months,” she begins with a sigh, twisting the ring around her index finger. “19 months is a very long time.”

“What are you trying to say, (Y/N)?” A nervous chuckle leave my lips as all the possible scenarios run through my mind. Did someone get hurt, or even worse, die? Was someone a drug addict now? Had some new threat come to town? My head was spinning.

“I, uh, I moved on, Isaac,” she gulps. “You weren’t here. I couldn’t visit you, or even call you. There’s was no way of knowing if you were getting on okay or if you were lying in some ditch somewhere. Every night after you left I would lose sleep imagining something horrible happening to you. I needed a distraction from all the pain.” She cheated on me…

“You – You cheated on me?”

“No, I didn’t! I started spending a lot of time with the pack, even more than I had previously, all in an attempt to suppress the feeling of missing you. It was tearing me apart for the longest time … but after a while it went away.”

She bites her cracked bottom lip and looks into my eyes, anxiously waiting for my response. Every time she would tell me something she suspected would make me angry she would do this. Except I’m not angry in this moment, rather confused and upset.

“So you stopped missing me?” I wasn’t sure which one was worse, cheating or if the love of my life stopped caring about me at all.

“Nothing could’ve stopped me from missing you. I love what we had, but I couldn’t wait around forever for you to return. I don’t feel the same way I once did when I think about you. I fell – ” No. She cannot say this, not now. We are meant to be together. We were made for eachother. This isn’t supposed to be happening. “I fell in love with someone else.”

“Who is it?” I growl. A fire ignites in my chest. I’m going to rip this person’s intestines out for stealing my girl.

“It doesn’t matter,” she hushes me. “You were my first love. No matter what, you will always be in my heart, Isaac.”

“It’s Stiles, isn’t it? I’ve seen the way he looks at you! I fucking knew it, I should’ve – ”

“Stop it! It doesn’t matter who it is. It doesn’t change anything about this situation, Isaac.” With those words, she turns to the door. I can’t let her leave like that when she is my everything. Even if she loves another, I need her near for a few more moments. I run after her and grab her wrist, halting her movements.

“You have to let me go,” she pleads, staring down at where our hands connect. I drop her hand once more. “You don’t have to be like this.”

“Please, you can’t leave me like this. Please, please don’t leave me like this. Please, (Y/N),” I beg, a sob building up in the back of my throat. My shoulders shake from the intensity of my cries while I try my best to bite back my tears. She frowns at me.

“What can I do to make this easier for you?”

That’s easy.

“Love me.”

She takes a shakey breath, staring at the tips of her sneakers. “You know I can’t, Isaac.”

“Then tell me a lie,” I beg. My throat burns as the words escape my dry lips. I take a step closer to her, making the floor boards creak beneath my weight, and this time she doesn’t back away. I grab her hand, intertwining our fingers like two perfect pieces of a puzzle.

“Tell me a lie,” I repeat. She puts her free hand on my chest.

“I love you.”

She doesn’t say anymore. Just those three words that could bring me to my knees in a heart beat. Her body begins to tremble and I know she’s trying her best to hold back her sobs. I lean down and press our foreheads together. Her sweet scent makes my heart beat faster.

“I have to go,” she whispers. “He’s waiting outside.”

It takes all the restraint in my body not to go out there and ruin his face. He stole her heart while I thought it was still mine to hold. I take my anger because the pain that she is causing me is so much more prominent.

“Just tell me one more lie,” I shudder. This is only going to hurt me more but I need to hear this one last time. My throat begins to close as the words form on my tongue. “T-Tell me you won’t leave me.”

Her watery eyes connect with mine. My body trembles under her fierce gaze as tears begin to flood my face.

“I won’t leave you. I’ll stay with you forever and ever, Isaac, because I-I…” she pauses, raising a gentle hand to my cheek and caressing my skin. A half smile curls at her lips. “Because I love you.”

She’s a good liar. If it weren’t for the sadness in her eyes I might have believed her. She places a lingering kiss on my cheek. I freeze as she pulls away, trying to make this moment last forever.

“Thank you,” my voice cracks. My grip on her wrist tightens for a moment as I take the time to revel in her scent one more time. She gives me one last look and pulls away from my grasp. Her blurry figure begins to mix with the surrounds as I watch her leave. I become more cold with every step she takes away from me and towards the door.

A sudden realisation hits me so hard that I fall to my knees.

From now one I’m no longer the one making her smile so brightly. I’m no longer the one who can make her laugh so brightly. I’m no longer the one she will say “I love you” to. I’m no longer the one that can say “I love you too” in return.

And that kills me.

~*~

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Dirty Little Secret//Stiles Stilinski

(A/N): Reader and Stiles insist on keeping their relationship a secret given the dangerous double life the two live, but with both of them sick of keeping secrets… Let’s just say they’re getting a little too reckless for comfort.

Warnings: None

“Hey!” Your boyfriend’s spastic vocals rang through the hallway, prompting you to turn to face the source of the abrupt shouts. Flannel shirt. Check. Tousled brunette locks. Check. Overly adorable skip/hop. Double check. A smile curls at your lips as you take notice of his elated grin and glimmering eyes. Just to see Stiles smile so brightly could make your day, and lucky for you, he couldn’t help but beam when you were near.

“Morning,” you hum softly, morning drowsiness still evident on your tongue. Stiles wraps an arm around your waist. Tugging your body closer to his, you let out a gasp out of surprise when his lips connect with yours in a sweet kiss. As his hand cups your chin gently, trying to deepen the kiss, you nearly forget about the pack surrounding you. You pull back slightly as you feel your cheeks burn as hot as the Sahara.

“You guys are so cute,” Lydia gushed, biting her bottom lip in an attempt to suppress her giggles. The others agreed in muffled unison, being much too early to effectively communicate for the busy teenagers.

“It’s sickening really,” Liam commented in a light manner. You purse your lips to hide the smile forming upon them and send a playful glare towards the boy. As you raise your hand to push his chest lightly, the bell rings interrupting the group’s booming laughter. A few half-hearted “See you laters” and dramatic sighs later, you lean into Stiles’ chest watching as your friends disappear into various hallways and classrooms.  

“Ready to go to class, Beautiful?” Stiles murmured against your neck as his hands found your hips. Your cheeks flushed once again from the nickname as you nod your head, discreetly attempting to cover your face. It was amazing how even after a year he could still make you feel this way.

Stiles seemed to notice what you were doing immediately, causing a chuckle to rise from his chest. His fingers dig deeply into your sides while you let out a squeal. Your hands dart down to grab his fingers but fail… horribly.

“Stiles,” you whine as his laughter fills your ears. You bury your face into the crook of his neck and take a deep inhalation, pouting your lips. “I hate you.”

“Well, I love you so…” he responds softly, his fingers tracing the outline of your jaw before his eyes widen in shock. His lips part, moving quickly but letting no words escape.

“Hm… well, I guess I love you too,” you giggle as you pull away from his tight embrace. Your eyes unintentionally flicker between his plush lips and his glimmering eyes, while he appeared to be doing the same. Delightful goosebumps ran up your arms as the pads of his fingertips brushed against your wrist. It felt like time had stopped just for the two of you. Stiles slowly began to lean in, making you do the same.

“Good,” he mumbled happily before closing the gap. His lips gently brushed against yours as if it were the first time. You feel his hands hands brush at your hips, prompting you to lean in closed.  The butterflies in your stomach finally settle, giving you more confidence to–

“Bilinski!’

~*~

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My Cinnamon Roll//Derek Hale

(A/N): Holy crap it has been a long time, I want to start updating more frequently soon since my life is kind of being sorted out. I know, I’ve said that a million times already, but I think it’s finally true. Anyway, thanks for sticking around my loves!! To kick off my return, I wanted to leave you guys with this short Derek imagine! Enjoy

Warnings: Cuteness, lack of proofreading

“Y’know, you’re like a giant cinnamon roll,” you hum, snuggling into your boyfriend’s warm chest. The linen sheets clung to your body as the bed slightly rattled from the gentle movements.

“W-What?” Derek sputtered, his abdomen rumbling with a low chuckle. You feel his lips curl up against your forehead, causing a smile to peak at your own lips. “Are you hungry? I can go make you cinnamon rolls if you want.”  

He began to sit up, but you were strong enough to heave him back to the mattress, given his lazy state. Shaking his head playfully, Derek wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you in close. You draped your leg over his waist, clinging onto him like a loving koala. He places a gentle hand over your knee cap, drawing gentle circles over the bare area. You returned to drawing aimless patterns on his built chest.

“So, tell me, (Y/N)… What are my cinnamon roll qualities?” Derek asks teasingly, pulling you out of your sleepy daze.

“Well, for one, you are always warm and cuddly,” you hum, letting your lips brush against his bare skin. He intakes a sharp breath, making you smirk as you let your hand roam further down his chest.

“And you have a tough exterior,” you murmur, poking at his solid abs, “But on the inside, you’re all gooey and sweet. And you always kind of smell like cinnamon.” You smile widely straddling his hips while leaning close to his lips, just centimeters from touching.

“You put a lot of thought into this,” Derek beams, his eyes falling to your lips momentarily.

“Well, I am craving cinnamon rolls so that helps my thought process,” you say, taking a deep breath. Closing the space between you, you feel a slight turn at your abdomen, but you push it to the back of your love-struck mind. As if to prove a point, your stomach growls loudly.

“I’ll be back in fifteen,” Derek says, gently cupping your chin before placing a slow kiss on your lips. He pulls away much too soon for your liking, leaving you breathless and hungry for more than the sweets you were about to receive.

~*~

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Happy New Year!/600+ Followers?!

This has been a rather… rough year, but I’m glad that you (Yes, you reading this) made it through. I know 2016 has sucked, like a lot, but thankfully it’s over and it’s time to start a new chapter. I’m so thankful for each and everyone one of you reading this and I can’t say that enough. Thanks for giving me confidence in something that I actually enjoy doing, and encouraging me to go on.

May 2017 suck much, much less than 2016. 🥂

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Smells Like...//Derek Hale

Requested by: Anon (Sorry, I lost the exact request, but I hope this will do)

(A/N): After a long day, Derek finds comfort in staying by (Y/N)’s side. He often has a habit of sniffing (Y/N), who still doesn’t quite grasp the meaning behind his unique method of showing affection.

Warning: Extremely rushed

Derek’s limbs entangled with yours underneath the warm on sheets. The faint scent of morning dew filled your nose as you wiped the sleep from your eyes. It had been months since you had been able to indulge in such peace, and you were reveling in it. Reveling in being able to relax in bed without fear of someone trying to kill you. Reveling in the sound of Derek’s gentle pulse as his fingertips trace mindless patterns on your wrist.

You shift slightly under his weight, sighing as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. His hot breath fans your bare skin, causing goosebumps to form on your forearms. You had gotten used to the constant scratching of Derek’s beard, and there was no use protesting anyway. He loved your aroma, it meant so much to him and his wolf. Love. Protection. Home.

Your hand sweeps across Derek’s spine, trailing to the nape of his neck where it tangled with his dark tresses. A question crossed your mind that you had been dying to know the answer for so long, yet the dark and serene nature of Derek’s bedroom begged you otherwise. But the urge was too strong to set it aside once more.You’d tried to ask once before when everything was so new and perplexing in your mortal eyes, but Derek had lifted a brow and continued going about his task. Now is the perfect opportunity.

“Derek,” you began, causing your mate’s ears to perk up contently, “What do I smell like?”

“What?” Derek questioned, morning husk still evident on his tongue.

“What do I smell like? Like, Scott goes on and on about Allison’s sent, and how it’s some sort of irresistible perfume to his wolf. So, tell me, what’s the Eau d’(Y/N)?”

“You have been spending way too much time Scott and Stiles,” Derek chuckled, his voice muffled by your collarbone.

“No, I’m serious. I want to know,” you exasperated. Derek is silent for as he buries his nose into your neck, snuggling shamelessly. His deep breaths tickles your skin as he takes in your fragrance, making it a part of himself.

“Water,” he grumbles after a long moment, making you furrow your eyebrows deeply.  

“Water? I think you need to get your wolfie senses checked. Last I knew water doesn’t have a smell,” you argued.

“Yes, it does,” Derek countered, running his hand across your hip bone. “Water carries the scent of what it’s passed through, over, and under. Copper, wood, grass, brick, stone, you. It’s ever changing–with every second of every hour. You– your scent– brings the world with you and makes you part of it.”

Well, that was unexpected. You had no idea how the hell to feel, but Derek’s tone was low and reverent, showing much truth in his words–whatever they might mean. It sounded important.

“How can you find me if my scent is always changing? How can you track me when you can’t hear my heartbeat?”

Derek huffed against your skin, sending involuntary shivers down your spine. “Because underneath the water is your essence, and it’s bright and electric. Like a spark.”

“Oh,” you shudder. Derek doesn’t respond, continuing to trace the outline of the veins on your palm.

“So, has anyone ever told you what you smell like? Does Scott sniff you? I hope not, I mean, that’s kinda weird. Can you smell yourself? Is that a thing that you can do? What–”

You cut yourself short, noticing the way that Derek freezes in place. His head lays limp against your chest as his hand pauses it’s movement. Your curious nature got the best of you and now you were regretting every word.

“Ash,” Derek says emotionlessly, his hand stopping over your racing heart. “They say I smell like ashes.”

You were thankful that you were still in bed, otherwise you might have fallen. You tried to empathize with him, but no matter how hard you tried, you could never understand his pain. Even after all this time the devastation of the fire still surrounded him. And as much as he tries to push the thoughts into the back of his mind, they will always haunt him, no matter how good things were going now. 

You shift underneath Derek and shove him slightly, managing to get him to turn into his back. Of course, this action only happened because Derek allowed it.

“Well, I think they’re wrong,” you say, straddling Derek’s hips. He looks up at you with clouded eyes.

“(Y/N)–”

“I think you smell like…” you trail off, dragging your nose up his sternum. Your think for a moment, trying to identify each component of his comforting scent. “Sweat, because you didn’t shower after your run this morning, and garlic from lunch.” You move up Derek’s body, swiping your nose across his collarbone.  “And oil from fixing my car. Thanks for that, by the way.”  

Taking a chance, you look up at Derek. His eyes twinkle beneath his half-lidded eyes, filled with adoration. He solid beneath you, breathing deeply and evenly.

“And here you smell like me.” You nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, mimicking Derek’s adorable habit, even if it doesn’t quite mean the same thing. “Like my shampoo, laundry, and probably other… parts of me that I’m not going to ruin this devastatingly romantic moment by mentioning.”

Derek’s abdomen jumps, alerting you that he was stifling a breath of laughter from you. You smile against his skin, letting your teeth graze the tanned area.

“But you know what I don’t smell?” you question openly, letting your fingers trace along his muscular chest.  Derek hums low, signaling you to continue. “Flames or smoke or ash. I don’t smell any of that.”

You spread yourself across the length of his body, allowing your limbs to sink into him. “And you should trust me. I have a very good nose. This nose knows,” you attempt a poor joke. Maybe you had been spending a bit too much time with Stiles….

Derek lifts his hand to rest on your back, palm heavy as his fingers spread wide, stretching between your shoulder blades.

“I do…” he whispered nearly inaudibly, playing with the ends of your hair. “I trust you.” You hide your wide grin in his neck, taking another inhalation of his scent.

~*~

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My Mean Dog//Derek Hale

(A/N): (Y/N) finds joy in teasing Derek about his werewolf instincts, which often leads to a playful (sometimes heated) argument.

Warnings: Make-out session (?), Derek being an adorable freak

A soft growl of annoyance erupted from Derek’s throat, the animal in him telling him to flee. To run away from the threat that lays only a few feet from him, but he couldn’t. Nothing could prepare him for this; dealing with Scott and Stiles on a daily basis, his strict training, or even the death of his family prepared him for this level of torture. Impossible to make a quick escape, he was forced to withstand the agony.

Derek yelped softly, nipping at your hand as you scratched behind his ear.It wasn’t that your gentle movements didn’t fill him with pleasure, it was the vulnerable feeling that he felt in his chest. For the first time in his life, he felt weak, and that wasn’t the most comforting feeling. But still, he succumbed to your touching. Shaking your head playfully as a smirk curled at your lips. You leaned over, placing a sweet peck on the tip of his nose.

“For acting like such a brooding manic all the time, you sure are a softie,” you stifle a laugh as he whimpered. His stubble brushing against the back of your hand as you continued.

“Shut up,” he murmured softly, pressing his head into the palm of your head as you scratched his jaw. “You don’t understand. This is like torture.”

“I thought dogs liked this,” you mused with a cheeky smile, knowing how much he disliked when you talk like that, which was quite often now that you think about it. Derek snapped to attention, sending you a heated glare.

“I am not a dog.”

“Well, you’re acting like one.”

“Listen,” Derek snapped, jumping on top of you and startling your waist, the bed creaking from the sudden movement. Balling one of his fists into the thick comforter and trailing his nails down your throat, gently tracing patterns. The sharp claws nearly plunging through the skin. “I am not a dog. I am very much human, just like you.”

“Hm, not quite,” you hum smartly, “You are a werewolf. And technically, dogs are descendants of wolves… Do I need to explain further?” Derek leans down, nipping at your bottom lip.

“Stop being such a smartass,” he whisper against your skin, his eyes flashing a chilling blue, prompting the hair on the back of your neck to stand at attention. “Or else.”

You whine from his merciless teasing as his mouth travels down your neck. Tangling your fingers through his raven locks, you pull his slightly chapped lips to yours. You ran your hand down his clothed torso, pressing your boundaries when you began kneading his inner thigh. You felt Derek’s breath hitch in his throat before he growled lowly. The feral beast in him begging to take right then and there, but his rational side restrained the animal. Not wanting to hurt you in any way, shape, or form.

Derek pulls at your knees, wrapping your legs around his waist. His hips move rapidly against yours, creating delicious friction. You jumped slightly when Derek’s fangs pierced through your bottom lip, giving you a devilish smile when he pulled away. Opening your mouth in protest, he smashed his lips into yours once again. A rush of sweet electricity spread over your body as you tried to push yourself even closer to him, trying to eliminate all space between your bodies. The feeling was mutual in Derek as an aching sensation took over his senses.

Struggling to catch your breath as his lips attacked yours, you dig your nails into his shirt while a sound of discomfort escapes your lips. Sensing your distress, Derek pulls away, returning to his fully human form. Offering a timid smile, he sits up slightly.  

“What was that for?” you question breathlessly, scratching the nape of his neck. He tilted his head to the side, allowing you to have better access to his sweet spot. His lips part slightly as his eyes close in pure bliss.

“I told you, I’m not a dog. Do dogs suddenly bite you like that?” he moans softly, leaning into your palm.

“Only the mean ones,” you shrugged. Derek groaned, hanging his head in defeat as you pull your hand away. You sigh contently, running a hand through your tangled hair.

“So, I’m dog and I’m mean. How many more of these compliments are you going to shower me with?” He sighs, looking back into your eyes lovingly.

“I’m just getting getting started,” you say through a stifled laugh. “You’re my mean dog and don’t you forget it.”

~*~

Holy crap, I am in such a Derek mood right now...

Hope you’re having a lovely day!

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Lil' Red And Her Big Bad Wolf //Derek Hale

Author's Note: After Derek agrees to accompany his Halloween-obsessed girlfriend to a costume party, (Y/N) surprises him with a very special couple's costume set. Warnings: Not proofread ~*~ You weren’t ever one to love couples outfits or anything of the sort, but when it came to Halloween that's all you were about. It was your favourite holiday, plus your friends always organized a party where you could show off. This particular upcoming event made you especially excited since it had been a long time since you actually had a special someone to go with. Your last relationship ended surprisingly okay, but you were lonely until you met Derek. And ever since that fateful day, you had been falling hopelessly in love with Derek Hale. Truth be told, since your first kiss you were already coming up with a list of ideas for the perfect costume set. Now, it was nearly time for the great Halloween Bash to begin. You were rushing around you house, trying to open each of the packages that you had ordered months in advance. The cardboard box laid on the floor as you and Derek stood over it expectantly. You tore the box open, while Derek kneeled by your side. “You've gotta be joking, (Y/N," he whines, flashing you his big puppy eyes.”Are you really going to make me wear this?” He holds up the hanger that held a ripped, red flannel shirt that had a fur lined hood with big floppy ears. You were ecstatic to finally be able to bust out your costumes, but concluding from your boyfriend’s tone, he was less than pleased. “Me? Joking? About Halloween? You wish,” you chuckle, pulling out your own hanger from the packaging. Luckily, it was wrapped in a plastic seal, so Derek wouldn't be able to catch any sneak peaks before your grand reveal. He raised an eyebrow towards you, attempting to get a closer look at the contents of you bag. You simply smirked before dashing off to your bathroom to finish getting ready. A tight fitted black dress clung to your bodice, suiting your body perfectly. The red hood cloak covered your shoulders, as you slipped the hood over your perfectly executed hairdo. Grabbing the basket from the floor, you looked over your final look. You were looking quite hot, if you did say so yourself. In the back of your mind, you imagined how Derek was managing with his own costume. You were lucky that you had even gotten him to agree to go to this party in the first place. Even more so, that he promised to wear a costume. Now, you were really pushing the boundaries with what you had chosen for him. “C’mon, babe,” you shouted, checking your makeup in the mirror, “We can't be late again because of your manscaping.” Twirling around in front of the mirror,  you don't realise the figure that had snuck from behind you. “You look beautiful,” Derek voices, making you jump in surprise. Your hand instinctively reaches for your chest as your heart practically tears at the skin. “Damn right I do,” you giggle nervously, attempting to cover up your embarrassment as well as your flushing cheeks. Turning around, you prepared yourself for a fit of laughter, but it wasn't quite as severe as you had thought. You looked him up and down, trying to take in this once in a lifetime sight. His faux ears stood crookedly while the tufts of hair stuck up wildly. The ripped red and black plaid shirt made him look like what you could only describe as a rabid lumberjack. He looked absolutely adorkable. It was a joke mostly, but by the look on his face, it didn't seem like he was getting the punch-line.  “You don't look so bad yourself.” He rolled his eyes, grabbing the keys from the table before grabbing your hand. “I'll never hear the end of It if we're late,” he grumbles softly, deflecting your compliment. Derek was tense from the minute you pulled out of the driveway, probably since he felt like he was looking like a fool, which he kind of did. But an adorable fool at that. As soon as you arrived at the party, you were showered in complements and jealous stares. “This is awesome,” you squealed excitedly, leading Derek over to the extravagant buffet. The table was covered in cobwebs and fake bats, just the typical festive decorations. Your eyes dart over to a werewolf decorated cupcake complete with cotton candy fur. Giggling, you carefully pick it up and give it to him. He rolled his eyes, but took the treat before tasted it carefully. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips out of pure adoration for your spastic nature towards the holiday. “Whoa, those look so real, dude,” a random stranger shouted over the loud music, gawking at the fangs that protruded out of Derek's mouth. He whipped the frosting from the corner of his lips before responding in a jolly tone. “Well, thanks. I made them myself,” he announced proudly, showing them off. You couldn't help but wonder how he was able to transform just his teeth, but that was a question that you would save for later. A familiar best ring through your ears. You recognized it to be one of your ultimate favourite songs. “Let’s dance,” you command, grabbing Derek’s hand and pulling him to the dance floor. He followed close behind, his hands finding your hip. You find an empty corner on the dance floor just large enough for you two to fit. Your arms rested loosely around Derek’s neck while his hands rest firmly on your hips. Swaying back and forth, you let the music take control over your spontaneous movements. The mellow beat and chattering voices disappeared in the background as you looked into those eyes you had grown to love so much. “I love you,” Derek whispered leaning close to your ear, his hot breath fanning your skin. A rush of sweet energy flowed through you, encouraging you to pull him in close. His faux ears flopped as you swayed back and forth, prompting a grin to form on your lips. You raise your heels from the ground, allowing you to lean in close to your love. His lips connect with yours in sharing a sweet kiss. Goosebumps raised at your skin, contrasting with the scolding room, as a hoard of butterflies attacked your stomach. What better way to spend your favourite holiday with the love of your life. ~*~ So, this is the updated version of Red's Big Bad Wolf. Hope you enjoyed it and be on the lookout for more Halloween-themed one shots. Stay spooky 👻