#t:derek

[towersofgold-rps]

Text | Layla + Derek

Layla: Hi, I was wondering how your day is going. I literally just got off so my day is about to end.

Layla: It's Layla by the way. I don't know if you still have my number or not. Or if this is even your number.

[call-me-stiles]

text: derek

Derek: Is it a sex thing?

Stiles: Yes, it is a sex thing.

[letsxxplay]

Stiles/Derek

@fandomdudesunite

Stiles and Derek had moved on together. Everyone had seen it coming, it seemed like Derek was always in a foul mood, but Stiles could always say SOMETHING to make his frown crack, and make him smile.

Their house was nothing grand, it was big enough for the two of them, plus the pack when they had meetings and they ran late. Most of the time, it was them alone.

And when they had their time alone, they were both happy. Like this morning, when Stiles woke up early to make coffee and breakfast. He was not the best cook, Derek was so much better, but his mom had taught him a basic breakfast before she'd gotten sick.

"Bacon, eggs, French toast, coffee..." He counts everything out loud, facing the stove while he made the last omelette. "What am I forgetting???"

[call-me-stiles]

text: derek

Stiles: Okay, so, I know you have a hard time talking about shit so I have come up with a plan.

Stiles: You smoke, right?

[anastasialeoss-blog]

Long time no see...

Anastasia was hungry. Her last appointment took longer than expected, plus it was her first day. Which meant that all the nerves and excitement took up way more energy than she anticipated. Which means she was starving. With a quick pace, she walked towards to cafeteria. 

“Damnit...” she mumbled while trying to hit send on her phone. She wanted to text one of her sisters about her morning but the connection here was absolute shit. “Come on” she mumbled frustrated. She knew that if she didn’t text quickly that her phone would blow up with questions and phone calls she really didn’t have the energy for. While still walking at a fast pace, and her thumb ramming the touch screen she didn’t see the man walking in her directions. Apparently, he was just like her, with his mind somewhere else.

“Oh, fuck...” she muttered while rubbing her forehead. Anastasia quickly looked down to check on her phone. She kneeled down to pick it up, quickly making excuses. “I’m so sorry, I got so distracted that I didn’t even look in front of...”. Anastasia looked up and got silent for a second. She remembered him. The last time she saw him was... She took a deep breath. It can’t be? “Oh my god, Derek. Is that you?” she said quite flabbergasted. She rose up to her feet again and chuckled. 

@derekthetherapist

[neverwholelahey]

Distanced Friends

@derekwithblueeyes {text} Did you know Stiles look at me as if I have three heads some days? {text} It's unnerving and disturbing at the same time. {text} He has at least started keeping his remarks to himself when Scott invites me for food and games. {text} I think it's always Melissa's idea since she knows I live alone currently.

[giovanaoneill-blog]

✉ (Derek)

[UNSENT]: I really dislike the girl who hurt you enough to make you feel so strongly against relationships and dating, but I’m so happy you managed to realise that you need to look after yourself first.

[UNSENT]: That being said I really enjoyed the other night, maybe you can ride shotgun on my bike next time?

[UNSENT]: I cannot believe you wouldn’t let me dance on the bar last night. You ruined my inner Leann Rimes is Coyote Ugly and I’m just not sure if we can be friends anymore.

[UNSENT]: Jesus, I wanna kiss you.

[UNSENT]: In fact I wanna do a lot more than kiss you.

[SENT]: How many times a day do you think I should try and make Evan cry? I’m thinking at least 3.

[giovanaoneill-blog]

TEXT: Derek.

Giovana: So, I might have bullied Evan into giving me your number.

Giovana: And I'm not sorry about it either.

Giovana: Oh it's Giovana, by the way.

Giovana: You know, awkward table crasher.