Derek dreaded them. Mostly it was the moms swooning over him. He didn't mind so much, but the more it happened the more annoyed he got.
Derek is a mild mannered guy. He's laid back and is good at hiding emotions.
That proved to be an advantage when Stiles came in for the conference.
Derek was very subtle in checking out Stiles. He kept his calm and focused more on the topic. He smoothly asked where his wife was, which Stiles replied that she left. Years ago.
Huh.
At the end of each conference Derek handed a piece of paper summing up everything and gave one to each parent.
There was a sticky note with a phone number on it.
Later that night, Derek found a number in his planner.
1. First impression: well, I pressed the follow button quite quickly, so2. Truth is: so yes, much awesome3. How old do you look: cute, that’s how old you look. Cute.4. Have you ever made me laugh: yep you have5. Have you ever made me mad: nope6. Best feature: can’t choose. Maybe that you’re soo nice?7. Have I ever had a crush on you: quite possibly yes8. You’re my: you’ve said it, bro9. Name in my phone: 10. Should you post this too? Already did
[BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD!!! Once you are given this award, you are supposed to paste it in the ask of 10 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it’s sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out.]
OMG AH IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO RESPOND TO THIS AND IM SORRY BUT ILYSM AHHH
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.
give me a character (from anything ever) in my ask and I’ll rate: somewhat attractive | eh | not really my type | pretty | handsome | beautiful | stud | gorgeous | SWEET LORD MERCY
can you relate to this character on a personal level?: no | not really | somewhat | yes | they are me
would you date/be friends with this character in real life if they were real?: total bros | friends | best friends | date | become their steady boyfriend/ girlfriend | neither | i don’t know
