#derek drabbles

[teenwolftuesdaytrash]

Still Stiles

It’s still you.

He had given up everything. Everything — his yearning for forgiveness, the dream of family, hope for a life. 

And yet. And still.

Can somebody tell him why, at the end of it all, can somebody tell him why it’s still Stiles? 

[perterhale]

Won't Leave You

"Your leaving aren’t you?"

He just stood there, body stiff as a rod. His eyes darted all around the floor but they never met yours even when you asked him to. He looked worse than he did since the last time you saw him. In the fast blur of death and loss, three days had passed since he held you that night. 

"(Y/N)…" your name sounded like a distant echo on his lips, and they felt like knives to the chest. 

"No." you croaked out, barely making it to the edge of the bed before collapsing onto it. 

He rushed to you, kneeling before you like you did for him just three days ago. His hands were everywhere, holding your face, cupping your elbow, pressing against your hands. He felt so warm. 

"Derek please don’t go. Please." The tears gathered in the corners of your eyes waited. His hands found yours, thumb running over your knuckles, fingers grasping and holding.

"I’m so sorry," his eyes were welling up, lips bruising from his teeth. "I have to. I need to.” The desperation in his voice was evident, and the look in his eyes meant it was serious. You knew his family had a big secret, you just didn’t know what about. Whatever it was, it was bad enough to make him leave someplace he called home. 

"Where?" His thumb stopped, the hot pad burning your skin. 

Derek waited a few breaths, eyes boring into yours. “New York.” 

The tears fell, droplets landing on the back of his hand. With quivering lips you tried to smile but couldn’t. Your grip on his hands tightened, vision blurring until everything became an array of globs. There was a hard tightening in your chest, a choking sob begging to let free but you stamped it down, knowing he would hurt more if you broke.

Derek lifted you onto his lap, cradling your shaking shoulders and pressing your head into the crook of his neck. You latched onto the fabric of his shirt. This comfort. This small piece of home. Gone. 

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry." he kept mumbling into your hair, rocking you back and forth. His fingers were running through your hair, root to tip, root to tip. Curling deeper into his lap, you nuzzled his neck, something he used to do to you. Marking, he’d call it, a way to leave a piece of him on you. The only time you’d seen that happen was when dogs did it to their owners. It was a way of marking their territory. 

"I wish you can come with me." he whispered against your temple.

"I wish I can too… but thats where you’ll be.” 

He pushed you back a little, letting your eyes meet his. “I’ll always be here too -“

"No you won’t. You’re going to be almost three thousand miles away from me, Der. You won’t be here." You couldn’t stop the tears from falling over this time, and you didn’t want to. 

He wiped the tears away for you, pulling you into him. He kissed you hair first. Then your temple. Then your cheekbone. The corner of your lip. Your lips. It was a hard kiss, anguish, aggravation, sorrow, desperation all pressing on the curve of your flesh. You pulled at him, opening his mouth with yours, digging deeper to get more. You needed more. Wanted it. 

He was the one to pull away, forehead pressing on yours as you both breathed heavily. 

"I won’t leave you. Not the way you think I will. God, (Y/N)… I’ve lost everyone and I will not lose you. I promise I’ll come back." He murmured against your lips. 

"Maybe I’ll go to you. Apply to NYU, be roommates… That’s where we’ll be right."

He chuckled lightly, “Right.”

"When do you leave?" you hated the question, but it was the elephant in the room you couldn’t ignore anymore.

"In about two hours."

You whimpered, swallowing the sob. After breathing in a few shaky breaths you got up from his warm lap, walking over to your jewelry box and pulling out a gold baby bracelet. When you sat down on him again he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his nose into your shoulder. 

"I want you to have this. So you won’t forget." You offered the bracelet to him. You watched as his thumb ran over the cusp of the plate, smoothing over your engraved name. 

"You know I won’t forget you right." 

"I know, but… so you’ll have me too." You tried to smile up at him, even though your face and body felt heavy, you tried.

He took it with shaky hands, kissing your forehead and pulling you closer. 

"I’m going to miss you so much." You didn’t see the tears he cried but you sure as hell felt them. 

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for anon who wanted a part two! I hope you like it! thank you for the request/ask. Have a good day!

[cozziepants]

(13) pain;

Derek knew what pain felt like. In fact he knew what pain felt like so well that sometimes he wished he couldn’t feel anything at all. Losing his family had taught him that he couldn’t trust anyone, because all they would do was hurt him. Peter had awoken and caused more pain, he had lost Laura and hurt. And now Cora was back. And Derek… he was scared. He didn’t want to lose her too, he didn’t want her to die or leave or get hurt. He had lost so much of his family already, he didn’t want to lose her?

(The rest are here. )

[cozziepants]

(12) breathless;

The first time Kate made Derek feel breathless, he was fifteen years old. She had driven them to the cinema in the next town over (since Derek couldn’t drive), brought him to McDonalds and then parked in the woods about ten miles from his house. He knew that she knew he liked her a lot, and he could smell that she was interested in him too. Despite all of this, the young beta was still surprised when she leant across her car console and kissed him. Derek felt she was laughing, but he ignored it. It was probably nerves, right?

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(11) jealousy;

Derek envied Scott sometimes. The nearly turned beta always seemed to know what the right thing to do was, whereas Derek struggled constantly to discover what it was. He had loyal friends who supported him, and he had a mother who loved him. Scott would never know how jealous Derek was of his life, would never understand why Derek always claimed that Scott had it easy. Jealousy was a sin, and Talia Hale had raised Derek not to be a jealous person, but Derek was sure that if his mother was alive then she would understand why he was full of envy.

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(10) passion;

Derek had been passionate about basketball as a teenager. He had wanted to go on and become a professional player for about six months or so, until he realised the risk was too high. Playing sports in high school or college was alright, but going any further than that meant too much scrutiny. His family had been sad that his passion would never go any further than that, but Derek had understood. Things had to be sacrificed to keep the pack safe. Pack was everything, and Derek knew that without them, he would be nothing. Without a pack, a wolf had nothing to live for.

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[cozziepants]

(9) Haunted

Derek had picked his betas because they each had something that haunted them, something they wanted to escape. Boyd, haunted by the memory of his little sister. Erica, haunted by an illness that affected her entire life. Isaac, haunted by memories of a brother who cared too little and a father too free with his fists. He was aware that it was probably a predatory action, but the instinct to create, to build a pack was so strong and they had been so perfect. The ones with something to haunt them always made good werewolves. Jackson had been the exception, and would haunt Derek for a while too.

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[cozziepants]

(6) fangs;

  Vampire costumes were even worse than werewolf costumes, in Derek’s opinion. The fake blood, the capes and the fangs. The fangs were the worst. They were stupid and pointy and had no logical reason to be that big. Wouldn’t it hamper them from feeding? He really didn’t understand human customs sometimes. However, what he understood even less was why his mother had put a vampire costume (fangs and all) on three year Cora for the fancy dress party in the town hall. She looked ridiculous! Derek’s costume was miles better, because he had dressed up as his father for Halloween. 

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