Just re-read SMA and I just want you to know I never get tired of this story
Gaaaaaahhh, thanks so much, love! I saw all of your reviews and it genuinely would make my night seeing a new notification pop up right around 11ish :) I was finishing up my ED rotation and I was on nights so it’d always hit right as I was pulling into the parking lot for a shift! Made me remember how fun it is to write that fic and engage with all you guys - hopefully I can write the rest of 18 before July and get my SMA groove back! Bonnie and Damon are about to go off. Anyway, thanks so much for the kind words; y’all are an absolute joy to write for and I miss it.
Send me a ship and a one-word prompt and I’ll set a timer and write a drabble in exactly five minutes. No editing, no re-reading, I’ll just post it.
Bonnie doesn’t understand why she agreed to this.
(he’s persuasive and he knows it)
She fiddles with the ties on her dress and then sighs in frustration when her fingers tangle instead. She sinks down to the soft bed. She is still there when he emerges from the washroom. He looks very much like the personification of sin (she has a feeling she is going to be glaring at any woman who dared to look at him tonight).
Kol is buttoning the his cuffs. He raises a brow at her state (hair half finished, shoes scattered across the floor). “Now what is wrong, love?”
“I can’t manage the ties on this ridiculous dress you bought me,” she retorts.
Kol clucks his tongue and offers both his hands to her. She gives him a look and then takes them so he can pull her to her feet. Wordlessly, he turns her. He makes quick work of the intricacies of her dress. He has to move aside her hair to knot together the top. His fingers then fall down the exposed skin of her back, causing her to shiver. She knows he is grinning as he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her flush against him. “This isn’t about the dress,” he summarizes. “This is about leaving them behind. About taking time away from playing the role of the protector to enjoy yourself. You feel guilty. You shouldn’t.” All of this is said hot and heavy in her ears. His lips press to the hollow of her neck. “The sooner you relax, the sooner you will realize that you need this.” He moves so he can pull the pins of her half finished hair. It falls in waves around her face. “Much better. Now put on your shoes. I promise you that you will love where I take you next.”
She takes in his smile and the way he looks at her.
Hello:) So, I've been seeing all these "pack/den mom and dad" statements floating around on this thing and was wondering if you'd write a fic-thing about the pack being big dumb babies and getting into trouble and Draeden being done with their shenanigans? It doesn't have a whole lot of direction, but I can't get the image of exasperated!Braden and grumpy!Derek out of my head. And your writing is pretty darn dope, so I'm trusting you with this lol Mels
girl what have you gotten me into
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"Im changing my number Scott." Braeden warns into her phone quickly rising from her comfortable position in Dereks arms, she heard Derek groan a "what now" from behind her as she walked into the bedroom to grab some weapons. "Something is after us. I dont know what it is. I dont know how to kill it." "Have you described it to Deaton?" she asked, now leaving the bedroom, "I figured it'd do no good." "Where are you?" "At the school-" Braeden sighed, "of course you are." -"we're trapped in a classroom, it doesnt seem like it wants to get in, its just kind of..guarding the door." Braeden grabbed Dereks hand, pulling him out the door as she spoke, "well..describe it to me."
"Scott." Braeden said as they walked toward the parking lot, Scott caught upto her, "This is the fourth time in the last month and a half Derek and I have saved you from some creature, why dont you try actually learning at school instead of fighting in it." "I-..yeah I know..its just, it seems like all these things seem to find me! But thank you guys. Seriously." She rolled her eyes playfully, but smiled. "Anytime."
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"I take it back Scott." Braeden says picking up the phone, "I said anytime. But I take it back." Derek rests his head in his hands then heads to the bedroom himself to grab weapons. "Im sorry okay! Its not a fight this time but..Lydia is missing. We're worried shes hurt, I have an idea to where she might be but theres wolfbane and I..just cant send Stiles in there alone and-" "I get it. Where are you?"
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"I hope youre calling to wish me a good morning Scott." Derek groaned into the phone turning to face his clock that read 8:12 am. Braeden shuffled next to him, covering her face with the bed sheet, "I found a girl. Shes no older than 10 man and shes scared, her eyes keep changing and she wont speak to me." Its stiles this time, "bring her to the sheriffs station." "She has fangs dude! and claws I almost ran over her she was just sitting in the middle of the road of course its me that finds her, I dont know what to do I am going to be late for school but I cant just leave her here man I-" Derek sighs, "Where are you?"
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"I..cant keep saving these kids Derek. I am going to lose it." Braeden rubs her temples, eyes fixated on her phone, "its going to ring. I can feel it." "Well..we cant..not save them." "I know. I feel so bad for saying this but can those damn kids just..stay out of trouble for at least a month. The next call we get will be a cat stuck in a tree." Derek chuckles, sitting next to her, "youre probably right. But theyre pack. They're family we- god damn it!" Derek reacts to both of their phones ringing at once, one from stiles, one from scott. They both answer at the same time, sighing and speaking in unison, "where are you?"
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"Derek??!" Braeden screeches, hands fumbling behind her back in useless attempts to untie herself. "Im right here." she heard his voice, not far away, also tied at the wrists blood trickling from his head. "Oh god Derek are you alright?" "Im fine." Braeden scanned her surroundings, there were in a basement of some sort, how they even got there was beyond her knowledge, but admittedly, she was scared. She was at a loss when it came to ideas, she fumbled with her hands, attempting to reach her phone in her back pocket. "Come on..come on." she whispered, "almost got it." she was panting now, scared and nervous, she got the phone, sliding it a little further away from her. Laying down so her mouth was closer to the receiver, she hit the home button with her chin. "Call...Scott." she said loud enough for the phone to hear but not enough for whoever had them tied up to come running. On the second ring Scott picked up. "Braeden?" "Scott ..I-" "Its okay Brae..where are you?"
