Draeden prompt could be derek opening up for the first time to braeden. Like some nice pillow talk
It was right after Braeden rolled off of him, covered in sweat and bliss that she heard faint sobbing next to her. Suddenly nervous, she turned to him, sitting up and covering her body with the sheet.
"Derek oh my god. whats wrong?"
He didnt speak. His eyes were closed and he took deep breaths to calm himself. Braeden felt her heartbeat increase. Did she do something wrong? Did she say something? She didnt know what to do, she didnt feel like she forced or pressured him. If she did do something he didnt like he would never have told her in the moment though, he’d wait until they were quietly reading beside eachother and say ;
"Hey Brae…remember when…"
And Braeden would trip over herself apologizing and he’d tell her it was okay and he’s sorry for not mentioning it sooner and it’d never happen again.
But this time Derek was full on sobbing hiding his face in his forearm and Braeden was at a complete loss for words. All she could do was rub his arm as he hiccuped and wait for him to quiet down.
Once he did, she whispered his name continuously until he looked at her. Eyes red and puffy, he spoke,
"You said you loved me."
She hadn’t noticed she said it, but she wasn’t about to take it back.
"Is that why you’re crying?"
"I need you to promise me you mean it." His voice was a bit shaky, but he wasn’t going to cry again.
"Promise me you didnt just say it because you were-"
"Derek I do love you."
"The last person that said that sentence to me burnt my house down please, Brae, please be honest with me ‘cause I cant take it again. I cant do it. I cant. Dont say you love me."
"I’m not going to hurt you."
"I’ve been hurt a lot Braeden. By so many people. Ive never felt the way I feel about you, with any of them, and if you hurt me like they did-"
"Honey look at me." Braeden had to interrupt.
His voice was getting shaky again and his hands were shaking where they were placed on his stomach, she couldn’t watch anymore.
"There is nothing I’d hate more than to make you feel like that again. To make you hate yourself. I couldn’t handle it. I will never. Hurt. You. Ive never felt this way with anyone either, and I wouldn’t want to lose this feeling. Okay?"
A slight sigh came from Derek’s lips and he rolled over, placing his head on her bare chest, she tangled her hands in his hair. He nodded against her.
Watching her unload her suitcase. ‘cause he knew it wasn’t real, he knew she was unpacking just to wash her clothes and pack them up again and he was tired of the false hope it gave him. Every time she came back, packed up her clothes and slipped out to the laundry room, Derek would place her suitcase in the guestroom closet, where suitcases would go when you’re finally home, but she’d just ask him every time where he put it.
“Derek you know I am going out again, why do you keep doing this? Where is it?”
“It is where its supposed to be.”
“And where is that?”
“If you were here more often then you’d know.”
He could hear her heartbeat increase and watched as she flared her nostrils, she turned her back to him and waited.
“Guest room, closet.” He felt defeated as he spoke, he plopped himself onto the bed and rested his head in his hands.
“Thank you.”
He didn’t watch her leave the room, but he felt her presence gone. A feeling he knew so well, a feeling of heartache. He knew she was just in the other room but he knew she wouldn’t be there for long, he knew where she was going to be in a matter of hours. Well, no, that wasn’t true. He didn’t know, she never told him where she was going, just a stretch of time when she might be back, so all he had to do every day was text her (she never answered his calls) and ask her when she was coming home, and every day he got the same response.
(idk, ill tell you when I get my plane ticket.)
Derek heard her dragging the suitcase in the hall back to the bedroom. A feeling of anger bubbled in his stomach, up to his throat and suddenly, he spoke.
“You gonna to tell me where you’re off to this time?”
“Texas.” She dropped the suitcase next to him on the bed and opened it angrily.
“Where in Texas?”
“All over it.”
She left the room again and Derek groaned and shut her suitcase. He zipped it up and placed it on the floor, face down. Braeden re-entered the room with a laundry basket resting on her hip. A stray hair fell in front of her face and she blew it up into the air staring directly as Derek as she did.
“Put it back.”
“You put it back.” He sounded like a child he’d admit.
“Derek put my damn suitcase back on the bed and un-zip it I don’t have time for this!”
“No.” he didn’t mean to pout. But he was definitely pouting. They had a staring contest for what seemed like forever, until Braeden finally broke.
“Why do you always fucking do this! I am so tired of it! You know I am leaving you know I have a job to do and yet-” She motioned into the air with one hand, tightening her grip on the basket with the other. “-This! All the time, this!”
She dropped the basket of clothes onto the floor and went to pick up her suitcase. He could smell her frustration and confusion in the air and he sighed, closed his eyes and laid back onto the bed. He heard the unzipping of the suitcase and his eyes popped back open.
“Where in Texas are you going?”
“All over it!” She repeated throwing a pair of jeans on his face, he threw it off of him aggressively and it landed on the other side of the room.
“Why do you always fight with me! I want to leave on a good note! Always! For gods sake Derek I am so tired you’re always picking a fight!”
“You never tell me where you go!” He sat up now, anger evident in his voice and hers. Her smell of anger over powered her confusion now as she stomped on the other side of the room to pick up her jeans. He watched her, brows lowered and biting his bottom lip, waiting for her to speak. She didn’t though, instead she started humming as she folded her clothes and gently placed them in the suitcase.
Oh she was pissed.
“Brae-” He went to place his hand on hers to stop her from packing but she slapped it.
“Don’t touch me unless you want to lose that hand Derek Hale.”
He pulled back and sighed.
“ Just wanna be with you. That’s all.”
“You are with me. You had a whole fucking three days with me and instead of making use of it, you just did this for three days, and now I am leaving again and it’s your fault that we didn’t spend any good time together so fuck you maybe Ill just live in Texas and never come back.”
That got to him. He felt tears in his eyes.
“Don’t say that.” He whispered.
She sighed but didn’t take it back.
“You’re coming back right? You’re coming back to me?”
No reply, instead she finished packing her suitcase and pulled it out of the room, he followed behind her like a lost puppy waiting for her to speak to him.
They weren’t dating. Okay they messed around a couple of times but Derek had no right to be all over her the way he was. On some level he knew that. But on the level he was currently on he didn’t care, she needed to stop leaving him. They were only roommates. He told himself that every time she went away, but every time she came back he grabbed her and kissed all over her face and told her to stop leaving. She never took it seriously though.
“Please stay.”
He found himself repeating the sentence as they got to the front door. He didn’t realize he was doing it until Braeden turned to him with her eyebrow raised.
“Stop that.” Was all she said before grabbing her sweater.
“Stop fucking leaving!”
“I have a job to do ! What do you want from me Derek!”
“I want to you stop leaving!”
“Why do you care so god damn much where I am! I always come back!”
“Not enough! I see you maybe once a fucking month Braeden! I am tired of it!”
“Why are you arguing with me like you’re my boyfriend! You’re not and I don’t owe you jack shit!”
“Stop fucking leaving me!”
“Why do you care so damn much!”
“Because I love you!”
Oops.
That slipped out.
Her sweater slipped out of her hand and her mouth was slightly open. She stared into his eyes tears forming in hers.
“What did you say?” She asked. Stepping closer to him.
He wouldn’t look at her.
“You heard me.”
“Assume I didn’t. What did you say?”
Suddenly he was nervous to speak, it came out in a stutter but eventually he said it again.
“I love you.”
And before he knew it he had Braeden wrapped around his waist and kissing the life out of him, he grabbed onto her hips and smiled into the kiss. She pulled away and looked into his eyes.
i have a fic prompt, if you don't mind. missing scene from 4x12 - after kate crawls away and chris chases her. braeden and derek reunite after he's turned back into his human form and the bersekers are all dead. (sorry if you did this one already). thnx!
Braeden held back tears as Derek approached her. His walk was different, more confident, shoulders back, chin up almost like a superhero.
"I thought I lost you." she whispered, barely loud enough for human ears to hear. He continued walking, hand covering himself as he smiled at her.
"You scared me." she said, even quieter this time, touching his face before placing a gentle kiss on his lips.
"I am sorry."
"When you said you wouldnt be coming back..I believed it."
"I did too."
"I dont know what I wouldve done Derek."
"I am sorry."
She sniffled, placing a strand of hair behind her ear.
"So now you're stronger than ever." he nodded, staring into her eyes.
"ugh." she laughed through her tears, wiping them then pinching his nipple, he winced and pulled back, but mimicked the smile on her face.
Her smile was wiped clean, suddenly serious, she grabbed his face with both hands.
Prompt: draeden argument with Derek going all wolf on her because he's mad and jealous which ends in hot angry possessive sex with Derek being the dominant one please I will love you forever
"Why would I not be angry Braeden you let your ex stay at your house!"
"He had nowhere to go!"
"Not a fucking excuse!"
"Do you not trust me?"
They’d been going at it on and off for hours, they’d stop speaking, then hours later Braeden would say something completely unrelated and Derek would make it about the fact that Braeden let her ex boyfriend spend the night in her apartment, and maybe he tried to kiss her, but she didn’t kiss back and thats whats important right? Apparently no. Thats not right, its wrong..so very wrong.
"If you’re going to just ignore me then I’ll go home." Braeden sat across from Derek on the couch, arms crossed and fed up as he read an old book he didn’t seem very interested in.
"Why is your ex waiting for you?"
"Maybe."
Braeden saw Dereks nostrils flare and his back tense.
"Then go."
"Fine." Braeden stood up and turned her back to him, she heard a quiet growl come from his throat but she ignored it. As she picked up her jacket she heard him speak quietly,
"You obviously care about him more anyway, so yeah go ahead."
"Excuse me? Speak up if you want to get smart Derek." she said, still not facing him.
He stood up, slamming his old book onto the floor and walked over to her, spinning her around abruptly, keeping her wrist locked in his fist, not tight enough to hurt her but tight enough that she wouldn’t be going anywhere.
"Why didn’t you just fuck him?" he spat eyes flashing blue, Braeden furrowed her brows, wondering if she imagined it, but she stood her ground.
"I was too busy thinking about your stupid ass." she said, grabbing her wrist back.
"I am not stupid."
"You’re acting fucking stupid, as soon as he tried to kiss me I came to you, Jackass."
"You should’ve came to me beforehand why the hell would I be okay with your ex boyfriend staying in your apartment?"
"I am not fucking doing this I dont need your damn permission Derek I am leaving." She turned away from him, boots clicking against the wooden floor, almost inaudible over Dereks yelling.
"Dont fucking walk away from me Braeden."
"I am done here go fuck yourself."
"Come back here." he got louder.
"I said I am done go. Fuck-"
she was cut off but a loud angry growl, startled, she turned around to see Derek with far more facial hair than before, eyes a vibrant blue and baring pointy sharp looking teeth.
He growled again when she looked into his eyes. She was scared. He heard her heart beat quicken and sighed, body losing its tension, the second she blinked Derek was human again, an apologetic look on his face.
"Please dont be scared of me." was all he said, Braeden nodded slowly, walking toward him.
"I just want you to myself." he said quietly.
"I know..I came here." she rested her hands on both of his cheeks, stroking it with her thumb.
"I will always come to you." she whispered, he nodded, closing his eyes.
They stood like that for a couple seconds before Derek picked her up and put her up against a wall, capturing her lips with his.
"I need to show you that I need you." he whispered to her.
She nodded.
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This IS THE END OF PART ONE. i shall put part two of sexy time separately with another prompt :)
Can you write drunk Draeden? Like Derek is depressed about something and Braeden's like I know what can fix this - vodka! And Derek gets drunk for the first time in his life.
" I shouldve been able to hear him coming, or smell him or-"
"Derek I am fine."
"You're hurt."
"A couple bandages and I am good Derek please dont blame yourself."
They entered Braeden's apartment, Derek for the first time. He looked around cautious, it fit her style exactly, modern, everything was black and white, she had a couple things scattered across the floors, like he'd expected, it didn't bother him though. Braeden walked slowly to the kitchen and opened a cupboard pulling out a bottle of absolute vodka.
Derek stared confused. She shrugged pulling her shirt up to reveal the light slash there, being scratched by a werewolf was better than being bitten by one she supposed. She took a deep breath as she opened the bottle, then poured it over her wound.
"God damn it" she huffed out in pain,
she saw Derek close his eyes from the corner of hers.
"Derek I am fine." she said through her teeth.
He didn't say anything but it was almost as if she could feel the guilt radiating off of him in hot waves. She went to the washroom to bandage up, and when she came back Derek had the vodka bottle in his hand, reading the label.
"This is 40% alcohol." Derek rose his eyebrow,
she shrugged. "It's not like I chug the whole bottle." she grabbed it from him and took it to her lips, drinking about a shot glass worth before slamming it onto the counter and making a disgusted face.
"It tastes like rubbing alcohol."
"Does it?" Derek asked,
it was almost as if a lightbulb went off over her head the way Braeden jumped at her sudden thought.
"Hey, we should take some shots!"
Derek shrugged,
"of rubbing alcohol? I cant get drunk anyway." he'd forgotten, and it hurt Braeden to have to remind him,
"I have some vodka that tastes like cherries, one like cinnamon twists, caramel, you name it, we both need to relax I think."
He shrugged, "I dont want to pressure you or anything." Braeden said quickly, "No, ill give it a try."
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The first shot they took together made Braeden laugh so hard she was close to tears. Derek shimmied a little at the taste before the caramel kicked in, but not before she squinted like he was slowly losing his sight and stuck out his tongue.
It was cute.
"Okay that was one." Derek slid her his shot glass, ready for another. Braeden scoffed, surprised. They took a couple more shots, Derek took extra because he said he just wasn't feeling anything,
"you'll feel it later watch, as soon as you stand up you'll feel it." Braeden cut him off at a point, he shrugged, not believing her.
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"Derek why are you taking your pants off?"
"Im hot." Derek struggled to pull his pants off of his foot.
"Maybe you shouldve taken off your shoes first?" Braeden slurred as he held onto her shoulder for balance.
"Yeah now you tell me."
"I shouldn't have to tell you that its common sense!"
"Well I am an idiot I guess!"
they started yelling at eachother, not angrily just..drunk.
"No Derek no, look at me." Braeden held his face in her hands, his pants hanging on his knees.
"You are so great and smart and not an idiot Derek, so smart." he nodded along with her.
"But then why cant I take off my pants."
"Because alcohol makes you dumb but sober you're very smart I promise."
he dropped onto the couch, legs hanging over the arm rest.
"Take off my pants please Im so hot."
Braeden yanked off his shoes, then his pants and tossed them on the ground.
"Now you have to get half naked too 'cause Im self conscious."
Derek joked standing up, "When did you even take your shirt off?" Braeden said, pulling off her shorts and leaving her tank top on.
"You were right there!"
"I was not! I wasnt even here!"
they both started laughing and screaming at eachother. They were..a little too drunk. But Derek liked it, he liked laughing for no reason.
"We should bake!" Braeden said, eyes lighting up.
"You cant even bake sober Braeden."
"I can too bake sober Braeden." she said, then laughed when she realized that made no sense. Derek laughed too.
"I think. I think we should just order pizza and relax." "Oh I am so for that."
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Ordering pizza was so hard for Derek, he doesnt know why Braeden even let him do it, he ended up ordering 6 dipping sauces he didnt need, and way more chicken wings than he planned, but they got the pizza, Braeden paid the delivery man much more than the total, but was too confused to count it out and let him have it.
"I owe you like 10 bucks." Derek stuffed a slice into his mouth.
"No no baby on the house." Braeden sat next to him on the floor,
Derek began giggling, covering his face. "
Whats so funny?" she grabbed a slice.
"You called me baby." he continued giggling,
"Oh my god you're blushing!" Braeden screamed in a tone like she was speaking to a puppy.
"I like when you call me baby." he admitted,
"ill call you baby all the time if it makes you blush like a 15 year old."
he laid his head on her lap,she had to do a quick maneuver so he wasn't laying on her pizza.
" 'm your baby?" he asked her, she smiled and nodded.
He nodded back, "and you're mine?" she nodded,
he closed his eyes and smiled with just his lips, nodding back again.
"and we're gonna be so happy all the time forever probably." he announced, raising his arm to emphasize his point.
"Forever probably." she agreed taking another bite of pizza.
"I love you." he said, he'd never said it before, Braeden froze a little, his eyes were still closed.
"D'you love me?" he asked,
"of course." she answered without hesitation.
"good then we're perfect. love is love is love is love." he repeated that for awhile and Braeden let him. She was looking at him like he was everything good in the world, and for her he was. Derek raised his hands, making random movements as he spoke,
"I like you, and I like drinking, so drinkin' with you is great." "Same here." he smiled lowering his hands "I love drinking."
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"Im never drinking again." Derek said hugging the toilet bowl.
"Oh honey welcome to the human life." she handed him a plastic cup of water, he took it with a shaky hand.
"Why is this happening to me." he gagged but nothing came up. "and why isn't it happening to you."
she sat on the counter and shrugged though he wasn't looking at her. "I never got hangovers." "asshole." he declared chugging the water but staying close to he toilet. "so.." Braeden started, swinging her legs, smiling deviously
"next time we should go to a bar, Im thinkin this friday?"
Hi! Idk, Derek trying to stealth hold Braeden's hand...except stealth was never a strong suit for Derek? <3
oh god bless you
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"If I am going to be staying with you I am going to need more than frozen pizzas and poptarts." Braeden grabbed a hold of the shopping cart, turning into the vegetable section. Derek scoffed, "Youre the one who buys all that crap, Brae." "Because you refuse to cook me dinner!" "Hey you never asked." "Well I am asking now." she picked up a bag of broccoli and tossed it into the cart.
He smiled to himself, this whole feel, the grocery shopping together, going to the gym together, both of them at pack meetinga, it felt right. It felt like home, he knew he was in love with her, the only problem is that she didn't know. Derek never made a move, he was always worried about making her uncomfortable and losing someone important to him. He couldnt count the times he fantasized about grabbing her face and kissing her while she went on and on about how to properly put someone in a headlock, or cleaning her guns. He wanted so badly to lift her onto his waist when they were face to face during a lesson when he had her pinned against a wall, but he never did. But he decided today was the day, he was going to hold her hand.
See it was important that he started off small, she was going to be reaching for something off of a high shelf, he would take her hand, remove it from what she was grabbing, get whatever it was she needed, but then just not let go. She would smile, call him an idiot, but squeeze his hand anyway, maybe give him a peck on the cheek, and they'd continue shopping like this was normal,casual. He thought about this all the way to the store, as they entered the store, and in every aisle since.
But Braeden hasnt reached for anything, and Dereks hands are starting to sweat, and now if she does reach for something, his gross sweaty hand will grab hers and she'll yank it away and- okay so maybe Derek was over thinking it, but he couldnt help himself, he wanted it to be perfect, so he opted for plan B. Braeden slowly pushed the cart with her wrists, both hands free and Derek was going to do it. He wiped both hands off on his jeans and slowly, with pure concentration stretched for her hand, right when she pulled her hand away to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear.Dereks hand hung in mid air for a good five seconds, before he realized and pulled it down into his pocket. "Derek?" "hmm?" Braeden rose her eyebrow at him, "were you just going to-" "Lasange, i should make a lasange." he interrupted, grabbing the cart from her and rushing forward. She caught upto him as he turned into the pasta aisle. He bent down to reach for a box when Braeden took his hand softly in hers. She stood, looking at the sauces, non nonchalant, like this was normal, and Derek felt his heart skip a little.
Rule two: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write eleven new ones. Rule three: Tag eleven people and link them to the post. Rule four: Actually tell them you tagged them.
MY QUESTIONS
What’s you’re favourite beverage?
Diet coke. I don't care what people say about the chemicals in it.
What’s the worst gift you’ve ever gotten? Who gave it to you?
I got a packet of mint gum from my friend Marikah. SIDENOTE,I'm allergic to artificial mints. I couldn't even chew it. And that was the whole birthday present.
Name your top 3 fave tv shows?
In first place is definitely Teenwolf
Second is undoubtedly The Foster
And third is either Reign or Seventh heaven (I lean more towards Seventh heaven because I only watch Reign for Adelaide Kane)
What do you like on your burger or hotdog?
Hot dog is ketchup only.
Hamburger is cheese, tomato, lettuce, and ketchup
What’s your favourite memory of highschool?
Being with my friends
What’s your worst memory of highschool?
I fell down the stairs everyday for almost a year
Name 2-3 favourite bands
trading yesterdays
What’s your coffee order?
Vanilla bean Frappuccino
What’s your religion?
Catholic (however it’s by birth. I don’t really practice anything.)
Describe your perfect date?
Go to a buffet and see who can out eat who and mock each other trying to do it and then getting ice cream or frozen yogurt and then go home and I’ll type on one end of the couch and he’ll watch TV on the other and then somebody will fall asleep and we’ll both snuggle up because our tummies hurt from eating so much.
How was your first kiss?
Well, as far as kisses go it was fine. The guy however was an asshole and dumped me a week later because I was “Damaged”. He doesn’t count though. The first kiss I count was excellent…
My questions for you my pretties!!!
1) What is the most embarrassing story that you now look back on and laugh because it’s now funny?
2) What TV show do you watch to calm yourself when pissed?
3) Who’s the person(s) you entrust the most?
4) How’s your relationship with the person who raised you?
5) What’s something you never thought you’d overcome but did?
6) Top five favorite songs?
7) What is your favorite quote?
8) What are your top three ships?
9) What is your least favorite food and why?
10) If you could be a fictional character in any book/movie/TV series/anything else who would you be and what would you do?
11) Where do you see your life in 15 years? (House? Family? Job?)
