#derek would be bothered but hey‚ quiet time with his mate

[fuckingthefictional]

Hi! I would like a request about Derek from teen wolf, please. The reader is trying to approach him, taking care of him "because Derek is too busy taking care of the others", BUT IT'S BEING SO HARD because of all of his past. Derek and the reader argue one night because of the overprotective nature of the reader about him, and when she tries to leave the loft, completely upset with Derek, he tries to fix things between them. Could you do this with a lot of angst and, then, tons of fluff? Thanks!

Ignored

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: Angst bbyyyy, and some fluffy goodness at the end, not checked over (so probably a crap ton of spelling errors)

A/N: hello hope you enjoy, sorry it took forever! I’m so busy with work, college and personal issues that writing has been put on the back-burner.

When the name Derek Hale was mentioned- one immediately thought of the broody, salty, sarcastic young man who lived by himself after the tragic Hale house fire.

Nobody would ever associate the name Derek Hale and caring. It just wasn’t in his nature. Because under no circumstances could Derek be remotely kind, caring or soft in any way possible.

That’s what people thought of Derek. But not you- or the majority of the pack for that matter.

Yes, you saw where others came from with their ideas and judgement (Derek’s lack of colour in his wardrobe obviously didn’t help either).

But to you when you heard the name Derek Hale, you immediately thought of the kind hearted man who would give up anything for the safety of his friends and family (as much as he claimed otherwise).

You knew him differently, you knew him like the back of your hand. You knew that his favourite food was Spagetti Carbonara without the mushrooms, that he didn’t like Coca Cola, that he secretly loved watching trashy tv shows like keeping up with the kardashians, and most importantly that he was running himself ragged.

He had bitten off more than he could chew when it came to helping everyone out. He was the one giving lifts and helping with homework and hosting pack nights, and handling Isaac’s nightmares, all of this happening at the same time as some supposed lizard creature being on the loose.

You had been ignored by Derek Hale for approximately 72 hours. Now this wouldn’t be bad if it weren’t for two things.

1. He wasn’t aware that he was actively ignoring you.

2. The idiot wasn’t your husband of 2 years.

Over 68 hours ago you hadn’t minded, you had even brushed the silence and distance off- knowing that Derek liked to have a little time to himself.

But when it hit the 5 hour mark of the 4th day, frustration and disappointment had begun to set in.

There was one more thing that made the whole situation worse. He was blatantly ignoring you- and only you.

It hurt. You could admit that to yourself easily without any qualms at all. It hurt.

Whether that was to do with the whole ‘mate’ side of things you didn’t know- all that you did know was that Derek Hale was drowning and he wasn’t going to swim until everyone else was okay.

-

Thud, thud, thud, creaak

“Der please sit down”

“I can’t. I gotta figure this shit out before the school finishes for the day.” Derek grunted from his spot in the middle of the room. His head firmly stuck in the thick, dusty book that he had been pouring through for the majority of the afternoon.

“Der please, take a break.” You pleaded with him, begging him to just stop for a second and relax.

“I can’t,” Derek murmured again, before he pivoted in his heel and walked away up the staircase.

His heavy footfalls retreated upstairs, the musty book still clutched in his grasp.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you willed the tears in your eyes to stay put and to not roll down your cheeks in fat drops.

Why couldn’t you be enough for him?

-

The next plea came around 2 hours later, when you brought a bowl of homemade pasta and garlic bread up to Derek. Hoping that just maybe it would strike up a conversation, that maybe he would utter more than two short sentences to you.

“Babe- I made you lunch.” You elbowed your way into the room, balancing the bowl and plate in your hands.

“Just leave it on the desk.” He motioned to an empty slot on the overcrowded surface.

“I just thought that maybe we could have lunch together, have some time with each-other.”

“Y/N/N’s I would- but I have so much to do. Stiles and Scott are already on my ass about the damn lizard freak in town.”

“Der, you need to take a break.” You placed your hands on his shoulders. Instead of feeling them relax you could feel his muscles tense up.

Shrugging your hands off, he pushed the fresh plate of food away, “I can’t.” He spoke simply.

“But-“ you tried to object in protest, trying to plead with the broad shouldered man in front of you- hoping that maybe, just maybe he would come to his senses.

He did not.

“I said no Y/N.” Derek ground out, “I’m busy. Please for the love of God stop bothering me.”

The words stung you, causing you to stumble back in shock. Derek had a hard exterior, everybody knew that. But he had never spoken like that to you.

He had promised on your wedding day that he would always be kind, that he would be your biggest supporter and largest source of love.

But all those words felt like lies now. You felt alone, like an empty shell of yourself. Why couldn’t you just be enough?

-

Hours flew by, the watch on Derek’s wrist occasionally beeping to signify the new hour. If he were being honest- he had lost track of what the time was.

The only signifier was that Stiles, Scott and the others were in his presence- meaning it was at least 4pm

And judging by the sky outside of his office window, it was late evening, as the sky itself had melted from cool blues into a fantastic array of oranges and purples.

But besides the low chatters and bickering coming from Isaac and Stiles, the house felt almost too quiet.

There was no tv hum coming from the living room, no occasional flush or running of water from the restroom, no sizzle from food coming on the oventop, no sound of a page in a book turning. Nothing. Just silence.

“Hey Derek,” He looked up to see Scott staring at him, “Where’s Y/N?”

“Well-“

“Yeah, I haven’t seen her yet today.” Isaac chimed in.

“I’m not actually too sure.”

Derek was met with a sea of blank stares.

“I’m sorry- there’s a kanima out there roaming Beacon Hills, the very same kanima that is killing more people by the day. And you don’t know where your wife is?” Stiles asked incredulously, “Are you kidding me.”

“Well I’ve been so caught up on this research that I haven’t been spending as much time with her.” Derek attempted to defend himself.

“Derek, please tell me that you haven’t been ignoring your wife.”

Everybody had there eyes on him again.

“Well-“

There was an uproar of protests, all of which were yelling at Derek for ignoring and deserting his wife.

“You better find her Derek, before something happens and you regret it for the rest of your life.”

-

You really didn’t know how long you had been out here for. All you knew was that the night was closing in and the chill was setting in your bones.

But you didn’t want to go back to the loft, you honestly didn’t think you could handle seeing Derek after his outburst earlier.

The cold, damp ground soaked into your body- sucking all the warmth out of your body at a creeping pace.

The spot you sat in, hadn’t changed much since your first date with Derek. It was still isolated and it gave off the best views in Beacon Hills. Nobody knew about it but you and Derek.

Sighing deeply, you looked out over the viewing point- watching the tiny specks of light flicker in the distance. Every single light showed a different life that was being lived, each one with their own struggles. Beacon Hills was something else to say the least.

“I knew I could find you here.” A familiar voice broke your train of thought.

You kept silent, staring straight ahead, willing that your bottom lip wouldn’t start trembling and the flood gate wouldn’t open in your eyes.

“Look I’m sorry.”

You sniffed, still unable to look your husband in the eyes, “Are you though?” You briefly shut your eyes to stop any tears from breaking through, “or are you just saying that to get on my good side.”

You could feel Derek’s presence settle down besides your own. His breath creating little puffs of mist under the dark sky.

“I didn’t realise you were trying to help me, until it was too late and you’d left the apartment” He muttered, “It’s my fault, I should’ve taken your advice, I should’ve listened to you.”

You listened intently, knowing his words were sincere and heartfelt, “Why didn’t you listen to me then Der?” You responded bitterly.

“Because accepting help means showing weakness, and showing weakness is something I haven’t done since before the fire.” Derek’s voice was small now, “Before I met you, accepting help was off the table- I was a lone wolf, with no pack or family. And now I’ve found you and I’m desperate to not lose that again, I can’t lose you to this new threat in town- I can’t be alone again.”

Silence hung heavy in the air as your husband’s words set in. It made sense to you; why he was studying non-stop, why he had barely slept or ate.

It was apparent that while he was trying to protect his loved ones, he was also pushing them away in the process. That needed to change.

“You won’t be alone Der,” You lay your head down on his shoulder, “I promise that much- it’s you and me forever.”

“Through every supernatural event that happens in this town?”

You giggled softly, “Yes, and every single thing in between.”

#derekhale #derek hale #derek hale x reader #derek hale x you #derek hale imagines #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf masterlist #teenwolf #teen wolf #requested

[lils-writes-stuff]

New Beginnings

Spencer Reid x reader

Best Years Season 2 part one | season one

summary: Readers first day back on the job is a lot different then she expected. 

warning: normal criminal minds things, mentions of suicide, fluff at the end (such cute fluff)

A/N: based on season 8 episode 1; so um, the ending is really cute. 

 “I must say, Agent Y/L/N, I wasn’t expecting this to be the answer,” Strauss said with a disappointed look as she closed her leather folder. 

 “You’re asking me to leave the BAU, how did you expect my answer to not be no,” Y/N said with furrowed brows.

 This is not how Y/N wanted to be welcomed back after her leave. She was gone two months and in that time Strauss decided she wanted to move her to a new unit. That was flat out disrespectful. 

 “Well with Agent Prentiss’s move, I was expecting you to want to be reassigned,” Strauss said, folding her hands on her stomach. “You have made progress here, and other units have seen that and want you on their teams.”

 Y/N looked at her knowing that wasn’t the full truth, Strauss had something to do with this also. She always did. 

 “And I also believe that your time in BAU has been paid and it’s time to do greater things. You could be one of the best fugitive task force agents, your skills I’ve seen are-” 

 “I appreciate that Strauss, really I do, but I’ve made a home at the BAU-” Y/N stood up from the chair- “And I have no plans on moving anytime soon.” 

 With that, she walked out of the office and towards the elevator. The hum of the elevator was quiet and it only boiled her rage. Strauss wasn’t an all-around terrible person, but when it came to work, she always had to have what she wanted. Everything had to be tip-top and work out in her favor, and Y/N guessed Strauss forgot what it’s like to be in the field and work with a team.  

 When the doors dinged open, Y/N swiftly walked out and into Hotch’s office. She didn’t bother to knock, she just opened the door and stood in front of his desk. 

 Hotch looked up from his paperwork with a confused look. “Please, Y/N come in.”

 She huffed, “Sir, do you think that my time has been paid at the BAU?”

 He raised a brow as he looked at her with a confused gaze. “No?”

 “So you would agree that Section Chief Strauss’s opinion to move me to a new unit is unprecedented?”  

 Y/N’s announcement took Hotch by surprise, clearly, he didn’t know about this. He set down his ink pen, signifying his full attention was now on the conversation. 

 “Do you want to be moved?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. 

 “Hell no,” she responded quickly. “She thinks that because Emily left, that ‘I would want to move’-” she used a mocking tone with quotation marks as she quoted Strauss- “Said my skills would be of good use in Fugitive Task Force.” 

 “I can’t make any promises, but I will do everything I can to not have you moved, Y/N.” 

 His words were comforting, but with what happened with JJ a couple of years ago, she wasn’t sure. But that was the state department, this was still in the FBI, so maybe it wouldn’t turn out so bad. 

 Thanking Hotch, she walked out of the office and down the stairs to the bullpen. When she came to the door, she was met with Penelope and Derek. Penelope holding many nick-nacks from her visit to London with Derek to help Emily settle into her new life there. 

 “Garcia, you guys were talking yest-” Penelope cut off Derek as she saw Y/N approach.

 “Y/N!” She exclaimed trotting over to Y/N in her heels to hug her. It was a difficult task with her bag filled arms. “Oh my gosh, I missed you so much.” 

 “I missed you too,” Y/N pulled away from her hug and reached over for Derek. 

 “Hey, Wonder Woman,” he said, giving her a squeeze. 

 “Were you one the last case?” Penelope asked. 

 “No, actually today is my-”

 “Wait, where is everybody else? Don’t tell me they’re still in Seattle,” Penelope interjected when she noticed the empty desks in the office. 

 “I just saw Hotch.” She turned to look at all the empty desks in the bullpen. Her brows furrowed in confusion. 

 “Well actually,” Derek said pointing behind Penelope to JJ and Spencer as they entered. 

 “Hi, you guys are back!” JJ said walking into the office clapping her hands together. 

 Y/N’s face lit up as she saw Spencer. She hadn’t seen him in what felt like forever since he left for the case in Seattle. Her mandatory leave allowed him to come over to hang out with her in a stress-free environment. But then she realized that with the emotional trauma she thought she buried had now bubbled back up, she couldn’t be alone. Her therapist recommended for her to live with Spencer. So when she brought it up with him, he was very enthusiastic about the idea. 

 “Oy, mates! Give me a squeeze,” Penelope said with a fake British accent.

 JJ hugged Penelope then moved to Derek. 

 “Y/N, how have you been?” JJ asked moving to give her a hug. She hadn’t seen her in a while from her busy life at work and at home. 

  “Good, better now that I’m back at work,” she responded with a giggle. 

 Spencer then moved to hug Y/N after doing his odd handshake with Derek. A week and a half was too long without seeing her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and swung her in a circle and pecked her cheek. 

 “You would think they don’t live together or something,” Derek laughed as the happy couple reunited. 

 “Right?” JJ agreed with a laugh. 

 “How’s Emily doing?” Spencer asked once he set Y/N down and turned back to the three beside them. 

 “Brilliant and Lovely.” Penelope continued her accent. 

 “Her apartments off the chain,” Derek said. 

 “You mean her flat,” Penelope corrected his terminology. “You have to take a shaky old lift to get to the top, but the view is brilliant.” 

 Once she finished her statement, she did her excited little gasp and began to pull presents out of her bag.

 “For my favorite bloke.” She handed Spencer a mug with the British flag on it. 

 “Hey, I love it! Thank you!” Spencer responded gratefully.

 She handed JJ a little double-decker bus for her desk, which she thanked her for. 

 “Oh and Y/N, I thought you would love this.” Penelope then pulled a snowglobe the size of her hand out of a different bag. 

 It had Big Ben in the middle, surrounded by the streets of London with little people and cars filling them. 

 “Oh my gosh, this will go perfect with my collection.” Y/N smiled at Penelope and thanked her. She had made it a point when she first joined the team to, if possible, get a snowglobe from every state she visited. She had a lot now, almost all fifty, and an international one was a great thing to add to her collection. 

 “Hey, Morgan, how was temporary duty?” Y/N asked, peeling her eyes off of the beautiful snowglobe. 

 “Oh, it was around the clock,” Derek responded. “I thought I’d get a little more of a vacation, but…”

 “Did you watch the Olympics at all?” Spencer asked.

 “I did see a little track and field, but the queen bee here-” he gestured to Penelope- “She saw everything.”

 “Hey, me too,  that’s all I got to do during my sabbatical, besides talking to my therapist.” Y/N giggled high-fiving Penelope as she related. 

 “Emily is, for real, hooked up over there. She sends her love, and tea of the month starts next week,” Penelope said, her eyes bouncing between the three who weren’t with her. 

 “Oh, I miss her,” JJ said staring absently at the floor behind Penelope.

 “Me too,” Y/N agreed. 

 “Don’t even get me started,” Penelope said shaking her head. “Hey, how’s the new? Is she nice?”

 Penelope was referring to the new team recruit, who had joined during their time in London, and Y/N’s leave. 

 “Yeah, she is,” JJ answered sincerely.

 “Y/N, have you met her?” Penelope turned to Y/N who was standing next to Spencer. 

 “I have yet to meet her, but Spence has told me about her,” Y/N responded. 

 “I’m just asking. Reid-” Penelope whipped her head to make eye contact with Spencer- “Do you know she was recruited when she was 24?” 

 “I’ve guest lectured in her forensics linguistics class before,” Spencer said. 

 “Of course you have, cause she's a professor and an agent, which is so impressive,” Penelope muttered. 

 “No, really, she’s great,” JJ said trying to convince Penelope that this change was good. 

 “Mm-hmm, and driven, clearly. Berkely grad, double major, bureau star of the Unabomber case, and she teaches at George town,” Penelope said, reciting everything she knew about this woman from her research. 

 “When she’s not doing that, she’s SSAing at the Washington Field Office. And she has her PhD. does that mean I have to call her doctor?”

 While Penelope continued her spew, the four in front of her just looked at her with a ‘really?’ look. Y/N just let out a chuckle, missing Penelope’s sass. 

 “What?! I did some research on her cause I couldn’t sleep on the plane,” She defended herself. “And my point is, clearly, she is smart and capable but is she nice?” 

 As Penelope finished her question, Derek, JJ, and Y/N cleared their throats to stop her as SSA Alex Blake walked up behind her.

 Y/N let out a giggle as Spencer moved away from his spot beside Penelope as if trying to get away from the situation. 

 “Oh dear god, this is happening. Where I talk and the person is behind…” she trailed off as she turned to be met with Blake. “Me.” 

 “The origin of ‘nice’, is twelfth-century Middle English, meaning foolish or stupid,” Blake said as she met Penelope’s eyes. “I hope you’re referring to the modern use of the adjective.”

 Y/N let out a muffled laugh into her hand that covered her mouth, not being able to keep it in any longer. Derek smacked her arm but was also smiling as he was struggling not to laugh. 

 “You must be Penelope,” Blake concurred once Penelope stayed in a silent, embarrassed state. “I’m Alex Blake.”

 “Nice to meet you. Really, actually nice in the nicest of ways nice,” Penelope said quietly as Derek placed a hand on her shoulder. 

 “I’m Derek Morgan,” Derek said, shaking Blake’s hand. 

 “Welcome back,” she responded. 

 Y/N then stepped up to introduce herself. 

 “I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” she stuck her hand out. 

 To her surprise, she smiled adoringly at her. “Welcome back to you too, Dr. Reid mentioned you the last time he guest lectured to me.” 

 Y/N giggled and glanced at Spencer who had a shy blush on his face. “Good things I hope.” 

 “Of course.”

 “How was Seattle?” Derek asked Blake. 

 “The unsub made Ridgway look like a saint. He even used his own kid to bait his victims,” Blake responded. 

 “Mm, those aren’t fun, we’ve seen them before, and no doubt will see those again,” Y/N said with a grimace. 

 Blake nodded and was about to respond but Rossi walked in quickly. 

 “Don’t unpack,” Rossi said as he walked past quickly. 

 “Garcia, the files,” Hotch said as he also walked past.

 Penelope nodded, muttering some words under her breath, embarrassed by her whole encounter as she walked away.

 The team made their way up to the round table room swiftly.

 “A few hours ago there was a prison transfer to the county hospital in Abilene, Texas. The Ambulance crashed and the prisoner escaped.” As Hotch began the case, Strauss entered with files and handed them to everyone. 

 “He’s wearing the EMT uniform, and he’s armed with the guard’s weapon,” Strauss continued. 

 “Aren’t the U.S. Marshals on this?” Derek asked. 

 “Yes, they are, but they need your help because this is what they found inside.” Strauss grabbed the remote and pulled up a picture of the victim. 

 “The EMT and the driver died in the accident, the guard, however, suffocated,” Strauss continued as they saw the Guard laying on the table in the photo. The EMT laid in the back in only his underwear and a white T-shirt. 

 “What’s on his mouth?” Y/N asked as she noticed the guard’s mouth had something on it. 

 “It was sewn shut,” Strauss responded.

 “So the prisoner in the silencer,” Blake said as she remembered the signature. 

 “Or this guy’s a copycat,” Rossi countered. 

 “Forensics confirmed it’s the same unique double-knot ligature he used in all three murder,” Hotch said, debunking the copycat theory.

 “His last known victim was in 2004 and he was never caught,” Spencer reminded everyone. 

 “So he didn’t go dormant by choice, he was locked up,” JJ concluded. 

 “Well, why not just escape? If he hadn’t sewn the guard’s mouth shut, we would never know it was him,” Derek said. 

 “He wants us to know he’s back,” Rossi replied to Derek’s statement with more clarity. 

 “We’ve got his face, what’s his name?” Blake asked Hotch. 

 “John Doe,” Hotch answered. “He was pulled over in ‘04 for a traffic violation, no registration, no tags, he carried no I.D.,” he continued. 

 “No way he did eight years for that,” Y/N said, confused as to why this man was in prison. 

 “They searched the car and found a gun with a silencer,” Hotch replied. 

 “A silencer, he was practically telling them who he was and no one made the connection,” Rossi stated baffled.

 “It’s a federal offense, carries a 30-year minimum sentence, but it was actually what he did inside that guaranteed him life without parole,” Hotch finished. 

 “He killed two men while inside,” JJ said reading the report in her file.

 “And never said a word,” Spencer added. 

 “Mm-hmm, he spoke with his fists,” Blake corrected as she looked at the report of all the fights he had been in. 

 “Remaining silent for 8 years takes a hell of a lot of self-restraint,” Derek said. 

 “Maybe it was a conditioned response,” Spencer said looking back at Derek. 

 “Garcia’s gathering all the files from ‘04, we’ll catch up on the plane. Wheels up in 30.” Hotch picked up his file and nodded his head to dismiss everyone.

 Y/N walked out of the room with Spencer trailing behind her closely. 

 “Hey,” he said, catching up beside her while she was at her desk. “How was your meeting with Strauss?” 

 Y/N just looked at him with an annoyed look, hoping that would tell him how she felt about it. 

 “That bad?” 

 “Oh yeah, but we’ll talk about it when we get back.” She pulled her duffle over her shoulder and laid her coat across her arm. 

 Spencer nodded, grabbing his own bag, and led the way out of the office.   

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 Everyone sat in silence on the plane, looking over the files in hand. It wasn’t awkward, but it was filled with the stiffness you get when everyone’s minds are busy at work. 

 “Did any of you work on the Silencer case?” Blake asked, breaking the silence in hope to relieve the tension. 

 “That was during my extended sabbatical,” Rossi answered. 

 “I was still in college,” Y/N also answered. 

 The air became stiff again as Y/N mentioned college. After many times of telling the team, she was fine, and most of her trauma was gone, they still avoided the topic of college memories. She appreciated the fact they didn’t want to trigger any unwanted trauma, but she hated the fact that they walked on eggshells about the topic. 

 “We all consulted, but nobody made the trip to Texas,” Hotch said, answering for the rest of the team.

 Blake looked up confused as to why they didn’t make the trip. “Why not? Three women in four months, it’s textbook kill rate, an undeniable signature, obvious surrogates.” 

 She let out a scuff of confusion.

 “We weren’t invited by local police,” Hotch responded, disappointment that they weren’t invited evident in his voice . 

 “Aren’t you tired of that?” Blake said, annoyed that was the case of their help not being there.

 The team chuckled, all silently saying ‘we know it’s annoying’. 

 “Welcome to our world,” Y/N giggled along with everyone else. 

 “The women he killed were beaten and left in open ditches. That physical representation of his anger is missing this time around,” Derek said as he switched the subject to victimology. 

 “He must do something else that satisfies him,” JJ said. 

 “The signature is the same, but his victimology couldn’t be more different,” Spencer began answering JJ and Derek’s statements.  The guard was clearly a victim of necessity, but if he’s in need-driven behavior, such as sewing the mouths shut, how can he control that and only do it to the guard?” 

 “Maybe he just ran out of time,” Y/N said, answering Spencer’s now posed question. 

 “Or he could just want the guard to suffer in silence,” Derek argued. 

 “Literally makes his victims shut up,” Rossi agreed with his own twist on the argument. 

 “It seems obvious, but, uh, there may be something to it,” Hotch said, turning his head to Spencer for confirmation. 

 Spencer nodded his head. 

 “Then the question is why?” Blake asked. 

 “Morgan, you, Y/N, and JJ go to the M.E., Reid, you and Dave check out John Doe’s cell, and Blake and I will head to the U.S. Marshals,” Hotch said. 

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 Y/N hated the M.E., it smelt weird to her. She could deal with dead bodies, sure, but it was the smell of all the sterile equipment and the LED lights that gave her a headache.

 “The suture is 6-zero nylon, P-3 needle, 13-millimeter long, ⅜ circle. A dozen of these would come in a box,” The M.E. said as she walked over to JJ, Y/N, and Derek who were beside the body. 

 “The suture drawer was empty on the ambulance,” Derek said. 

 “Then he’s got a lot more,” the M.E. concluded. 

 “His techniques aren’t like a mortician,” JJ said as she examined the mouth. 

 “It almost looks like the stitching is strictly through the lips,” Y/N agreed. She crossed her arms over her stomach as she leaned down closer to the face of the body. She turned her head to look at the stitching that almost looked like something from a horror movie. 

 “It’s rather crude what he’s done,” the M.E. added then pointed to the lips of the guard. “You see how the nylon is stretched? The victim struggled, which says the prisoner did it while this guy was still alive.”

 “Torture, just like his first victims,” JJ said, concluding that this was the torture for this victim like how he did with his others. 

 “Well, now that you’ve seen his handiwork, I’ll open his mouth.” The M.E. picked up a pair of surgical scissors and cut the nylon suture. 

 When the nylon was cut, the M.E. used her hands to open his mouth. As she did so, the four saw an orange bag folded up in his mouth. 

 “What’s that?” Y/N asked as she peered at the object closer. 

 As the M.E. opened the folded bag, they saw the note written inside.

 “ ‘Gazing through to the other side’,” Derek read aloud.

 “That’s not much of a taunt.” JJ’s face contorted as she thought about the note. 

 “Maybe it’s not for us?” Y/N posed as she looked at the two agents. 

 “Then who?” Derek asked.  

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 “He literally put words in the guard’s mouth,” Y/N said as her, Derek, and JJ walked into the conference room of the U.S. marshall’s precinct. 

 When they walked in, it looked like Spencer and Rossi had also just arrived and been telling Blake and Hotch of their findings. 

 “That’s new,” Rossi stated. 

 “Well, we think this is what we were missing, the words give him the pleasure the beatings used to bring,” JJ relayed what they discussed on the car ride there. 

 “Maybe we had this wrong, what if the ritual is sewing the mouths shut?” Spencer posed, which everyone gave him slightly confused glances as a response. 

 “His signature used to be the beatings, but now it’s putting words in their mouths,” Spencer clarified what he meant. 

 “Yeah, just when you think a signature doesn’t get more solid than that,” JJ said, agreeing with Spencer. 

 “What did he write?” Blake asked Derek, who was holding the note in the bag. 

 “ ‘Gazing through to the other side’,” Derek read the note again. He held it up to show it to the group. 

 Blake gave a confused face as she tried to think if she had heard the words before. 

 “It’s not an anagram,” Blake deciphered. “Is it a phrase in anything you’ve read so far?” She looked at Spencer who had a pile of notepads in front of him. 

 “No, it’s not a well-known literary reference either,” Spencer answered. 

 “Well, the words mean something to him, otherwise he wouldn’t share it,” Blake said as she pointed down to a notepad she was holding. 

 “It’s gonna get dark soon, he’ll be on the move.” Hotch’s statement was more of a spoken thought. 

 “You want us on the roads with the marshals?” Derek asked Hotch. 

 “No, I think we should concentrate on remote locations,” Hotch answered. “He’s not just escaping detection, he’s a recluse. He’ll be attracted to isolated locations.” 

 As the day went into the night, the team had sent out marshals to cover some areas they thought the unsub could be based on a geo-profile Spencer and Y/N made. They got an unfortunate hit at a local, isolated gas station. The owner had been killed with his mouth sewn shut. 

 Spencer, Y/N, and Blake stayed back at the precinct to help develop more of the profile and hopefully decipher more of the note. 

 “Blake,” Blake said as she answered her phone.

 Y/N and Spencer could hear the faint voice of Derek on the other side. 

 “Did you get another note?” Blake asked. Derek responded with a ‘yep’ then Blake asked, “Can I put you on speaker?” 

 Assuming he said yes, she pulled the phone away from her ear and pressed the speaker button. 

 “ ‘Waiting on the taste of honey...the smell of summer,” Derek read. 

 Y/N thought for a second, then looked between Spencer and Blake hoping they knew what it meant. 

 “ ‘And the sight of the other side’, three of the senses,” Blake said as she pieced the notes together. 

 “Then we’re only missing sound and touch now,” Y/N said as she could now understand more of what the unsub was doing. 

 “This guy’s like Jekyll and Hyde writes a decent thought and then sews it in the mouth,” Derek said with slight irritation in his voice. 

 “Whatever he is, he’s romanticizing the hell out of this, thank Morgan,” Blake said, hovering her finger over the red hangup command. 

 “Sure,” he responded then Blake hung up.

 “ ‘Gazing through to the other side, waiting on the taste of honey, the smell of summer.’ Do you think he’s telling us about a place?” Spencer asked as he said the whole quote. 

 “That’s what it sounds like,” Y/N responded.

 “But…” Blake said and glanced back at the board and then walked to it. “Where?” She drew out the word with a sigh as she looked at a map. 

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 “We can’t tell you exactly where this unsub’s going or what he’s thinking, but his actions will betray his intentions,” Hotch said as they began this odd profile. 

 “And how’s that?” Tilghman, the captain of the marshals, asked. 

 “Earlier tonight at the gas station, he could have stolen money, but the register wasn’t empty. That tells us he’s not planning a long road trip,” Hotch answered. 

 “And yet he’s logical enough to be in survival mode,” Y/N added. 

 “So logic tells him to escape, I get that,” Tilghman said then continued to ask a question. “But what the hell makes him sew mouths shut?” 

 “It’s a compulsion over which he has no control,” Hotch replied. 

 “So how do we stop him?” Tilghman asked. 

 “Well, truth shows itself through actions,” Derek began. “What’s this guy’s truth? He feels silenced. Agent Hotchner has a theory that he had a speech impediment that made him embarrassed to talk. He may have been relentlessly teased because of it.”

 “His prior victims tell us a woman, likely a mother figure is to blame,” JJ said. 

 “Chances are she was abusive and convinced him that whatever words he had were worthless,” Y/N continued. 

 “This guy hasn’t spoken a word in eight years, could he have been mute?” Tilghman asked. 

 “Definitely not,” Blake answered. 

 “You sound pretty damn sure,” Tilghman challenged. 

 “He refers to IPA in a few of his personal writings,” Blake responded. 

 “What’s IPA?” 

 “International Phonetic Alphabet. It represents only those qualities of speech that are in spoken language,” Blake answered. 

 “It’s proof that he’s able to hear, which means most likely he can talk but chooses not to,” Y/N said as she could add onto Blake’s thought. 

 “Then what’s he using it for?” Tilghman continued his questions. 

 “He uses multiple languages to communicate. IPA is an interesting choice, I’ve found that those who understand something as detailed as that are also proficient in sign language,” Blake concluded.

 “So these words that he’s leaving in these mouths are directly taunting us?” Tilghman asked what Y/N hoped was his final question. 

 “Those messages--” 

 “Have not been analyzed yet,” Blake interjected Y/N with a lie. 

 Y/N looked at her confused why she would do that then to Derek who had tapped her leg and gave her a confused look. Y/N simply shrugged at Derek answering his glance. 

 “You know, not to change the subject,” Spencer said, clearly changing the subject, hoping no awkward tension would come from the interjection. “But he’s incredibly well-read, which tells us that he grew up in isolation with literature being his only escape. His own writings are not as profound and despite his reading comprehension, we don’t think he’s had an extended education.”

 “Everything about his psychosis says the spoken word has value, it also greatly angers him,” Rossi said. 

 “And if he was yelled at or made to feel stupid, he held onto his anger until he snapped,” Hotch added. 

 “So why hasn’t he fled the area?” Tilghman asked. “He knows there’s a manhunt going down, wouldn’t he want to get as far away as possible?” 

 “Well, he could be on a mission. We just don’t know if that mission includes a person or a place, but we do know his target is close to here,” JJ answered both of Tilghman’s questions. 

 “Thank you,” Hotch said, dismissing everyone.

 When they stood up to leave the room, Derek tapped Y/N to get her attention.

 “You want to talk to her about that?” He asked, referring to Blake cutting her off.

 “Want to join me?” She responded which Derek nodded to. 

 “Hey, Blake,” Y/N said, making the dark-haired woman turn to her. She really didn’t want to piss this woman off, but she needed to know why she dismissed that part of the profile. 

 “Wouldn’t you say that those messages are related to the profile?” Y/N asked, wringing her hands together nervously. 

 “To a degree, yes,” Balke answered. 

 “A degree?” Derek questioned her response. “He basically signed his name to the murders.”

 “He’s never left words before, that’s a significant change of behavior,” Y/N added onto Derek’s statement. 

 “But you completely dismissed it,” Derek finished. Those are the words Y/N was afraid would piss off Blake. 

 “Because the Marshals have their own agenda,” Blake said in a whisper. “And will believe it’s a taunt no matter what we tell them. We don’t need to give them any more fuel.” 

 Blake was right, Y/N and Derek knew that, but she should have brought that up with them before delivering the profile. 

 “If the unsub needs to get his thoughts out, it’s like he’s reminding us of something, and until we know what that something is I’m not comfortable speculating in front of them,” Blake finished expressing how she felt about it. 

 “Well, how about the rest of us?” Y/N asked. The question came off as defensive and that was not her intent. 

 “Dr. Reid and I are coming up with theories-” she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly- “you two are welcomed to join us.”

 Derek looked at Y/N. She was pressing her thumb across the top of each of her fingers, pushing hard as a way to express her anger. 

 When Blake had walked away after Derek had given her a response to do so, Y/N let out a breath. 

 “Do you think she’s intentionally trying to make us feel inferior?” Y/N whispered to Derek, who let out an agitated sigh. 

 “Come on, let’s at least join her and boy wonder to give her a chance.” 

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 The next morning, Y/N, Hotch, and Blake rolled up to the sight of the crime scene. The morning was cloudy and almost seemed dull. Appropriate for the circumstance of the child in his carrier left under a tree. 

 “Marshal, where are the parents?” Hotch asked Marshal Tilghman as they got closer. 

 “Father’s in the stall dead, no sign of the mother,” Tilghman responded. “He stole the victims I.D.’s so I have no idea who he is, or what kind of vehicle we’re looking for.”

 “Was there another message?” Blake asked. 

 “They're checking right now.” Blake nodded and walked to the shed where the body was.  

 Y/N squatted down in front of the baby in the carrier. He was sleeping peacefully, a blanket laid carefully on top of him, his pacifier on top of the blanket, and his bottle beside it. That was odd because this baby was only a few months old. 

 “This baby is only a few months old, he’s too young to hold the bottle himself.” Y/N gestured to the bottle. 

 “Maybe the father fed him,” Tilghman said. 

 “You wouldn’t take the baby out of the safety of your car in the middle of the night.” Y/N shook her head at the thought of the unsub touching this poor little guy. A sudden motherly feeling overtook her and all she wanted to do was hold this baby. 

 “Then you’re telling me this guy killed a man then came out here for the baby?” Tilghman was confused by the theory. 

 “That’s exactly what he did,” Hotch answered solemnly. “He stayed with him while he slept and then gave him his pacifier.”

 “Well then, maybe he’s not that far away,” Tilghman said then walked away.

 As he walked away, Blake walked over and replaced the spot he vacated.

 “There were no words left in the mouth this time,” Blake said as she got close to Hotch. 

 “I think caring for the baby is his message,” Hotch said as he looked down at the child. 

 “Then he must relate to the child,” Blake concluded. 

 “Maybe he’s obsessed with nature he didn’t get,” Y/N said. Her focus never left the baby though, she was too worried about him waking up and crying for it to be diverted away.

 “Or simply wanted him to be quiet,” Blake added. 

 “He’s telling us he has boundaries?” Hotch wondered. 

 “He’s too unstable for that, I’d say he’s lucky,” Blake said as she gave a tight-lipped smile to the baby. 

 Y/N then looked to the side of the carrier, her hand reached under the blanket to move it off the ground. When she did so, an orange biohazard bag revealed. She picked it up and stood up from her squatted position to show Blake and Hotch her findings. 

 When they saw what she had, she opened the bag to see what was inside. 

 “Scissors...suture kits...medical tape.” She listed off the items she saw in the bag to them.

 “What’s he trying to tell us? That he’s finished killing?” Blake asked. 

 “He left his tools behind. That usually means you’re gonna call it quits,” Y/N said as she agreed with Blake’s question. 

 “He didn’t leave the stolen gun,” Hotch reminded them of the item. “He’s not giving up.”

 With that, the three finished up at the crime scene and headed back to the precinct to rethink what his next move will be. 

 “Okay,” JJ began with a sigh. “So he leaves words until today, maybe he’s closer to what he’s looking for?” 

 “He could have already found it,” Derek said, answering JJ’s questioned theory. “If he feels satisfied, he may disappear.”

 “Mm, we’re too close to let that happen,” Blake said with her hands pressed against one another in front of her face.

 “All right, then we go back to the first kills; three women, late forties, all working class. Mothers, brunettes, beaten and left in a ditch. That was his message, he hated them,” Hotch said trying to give a new train of thought for everyone. 

 “Maybe he’s not targeting women anymore because he already killed the person he blames,” Y/N proposed. She had been looking down at her journal in her lap, when she looked up, she was met with Spencer’s gaze. 

 She blushed, even after a year of dating, his gazes of adoration still give her butterflies. 

 “Most likely his mother,” Blake said, agreeing with Y/N.

 “We should have Garcia run all the victims’ names again,” Hotch said, pulling over the conference phone, dialing Penelope’s number. 

 “At your service,” Penelope said, answering the phone after one ring. 

 “Pull up the ‘04 victims,” Hotch ordered. 

 “Done.” 

 “All right, we need a list of their children,” Hotch continued his orders.

 “Okay, next of kin, state welfare, give me a sec…” Penelope’s voice trailed off as she searched then a ping was heard. “Gotcha! Okay, some were put into foster care after their moms died, runaways, truancy, not good.” 

 “Any incarcerated?” Hotch asked. 

 “A handful, do you have any more parameters?” Penelope asked in hopes of getting a hit. 

 “Uh, not yet, just send us the list,” Hotch answered. 

 “Comin’ at ya now.” Penelope hung up. 

 “All right, let’s start with the first victim.” Hotch pulled the list up on his phone.

 “Julie Myres.” JJ pointed with her pencil to the victim on the board. 

 “Three boys- Mark, Greg, and John, born ‘70, ‘72, ‘74, history of truancy. Child services lost track of them.” Hotch read from the list, only hitting the highlights and not going into the full detail. 

 “Is there any family history of cajun French?” Blake asked. 

 “Yeah, Julie Myres was born in New Orleans,” Hotch answered as he read the bio of the victim. 

 “Could Explain his interest in the language,” Y/N posed with a shrug.

 “Let’s jump ahead to his most recent behavior-” Derek grabbed a bag with the evidence Y/N found by the baby- “He leaves all of this behind. Is it his version of surrender?”

 “What’s the medical tape for?” Rossi nodded to the tape in the bag. “He didn’t use it on any of the victims.” 

 “Yet it was important enough for him to steal from the ambulance,” Derek said as he gestured to the item in the bag. 

 “Maybe he’s using it on himself.” Y/N leaned forward on the table. “We said he may have some kinda nerve damage, if that’s the case, his eye won’t shut by itself.”

 “So he would have to tape it down,” Derek said agreeing with Y/N’s statement. 

 “It’s his left eye, the same where the recent scars are,” Hotch added. 

 “Under his ear,” JJ said, remembering the scar in the picture. “What if he was trying to stop from hearing.”

 “That’s pretty severe, taking a knife to your own head,” Rossi said, not sure if that would be the case. 

 “He may have had an implant, the electronic pulses enhance natural sound. If all he wants is peace, an implant is like having a speaker that goes to eleven,” Blake said. 

 With this new theory in play, Hotch hit the redial button to call Penelope back. 

 “That was fast,” Penelope said when she answered. 

 “Do any of the children have a cochlear implant?” Hotch asked, hopeful for a yes. 

 “Uh, 1988, John Myers,” Penelope responded after a small pause for her searching. 

 “He was fourteen at the time,” Hotch said looking at his birthdate.

 “Yeah, his mom was paid six hundred and fifty bucks for the medical trial,” Penelope said as she did some more digging. 

 “Was he deaf before that?” Y/N asked leaning closer to the phone. 

 “Had to be in order to participate,” Penelope answered. Her fingers typing on the keys could be heard through the call as she pulled up more of the trial. “Yikes, it was a highly experimental procedure. It was rested on humans, not animals-”

 Everyone’s eyebrows shot up in shock at her words. 

 “Caused quite the controversy.” 

 “So mom gives him the gift of hearing and it turns out to be a curse,” Rossi said as he came to a conclusion for a motive. 

 “Spent his first fourteen years in silence, gets lost in the world through books, learns languages-- anything to escape,” Spencer said. 

 “He’s content, and then his mom gets paid to use him as a guinea pig and now he can’t turn the noise off,” Blake said as she thought more into his motive. 

 “He blamed her and he wanted her to suffer,” JJ said, agreeing with Blake.

 The team kept working, pulling different theories and piecing together scenes.

 Y/N tried to focus, but she was having a hard time. Spencer was focused with Blake on trying to decipher the two notes, and she really couldn’t follow what they were saying. All she could think about was that poor baby. 

 “Hotch, I’m going to get some air.” Y/N stood up from her chair. 

 Hotch nodded his head, and the rest of the team watched as Y/N swiftly walked out of the room and out the doors. 

 When the air hit her, she felt capable of breathing again. She laced her fingers together and placed them on top of her head. The sun was warm on her face and she felt like her head was clear for the first time in hours. 

 Her arms fell down to her sides when she heard the front door open. She expected it to be Spencer, but she was surprised when she was met with Blake. 

 “You okay?” She asked sincerely. 

 Y/N took a breath in through her nose, no tears came from her eyes, but the breath was shaky like she was crying. 

 Running her hands down her face, she let out the breath she took in. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good.” She looked at her with a tight-lipped smile. 

 An awkward silence fell between the two as Y/N was still trying to compose herself and Blake was trying to from her words. 

 “I wanted to apologize for last night. I should’ve talked to the team about the whole note thing before we delivered the profile,” Blake said with an apologetic tone. 

 “I understand.” Y/N really didn’t want to get into the fact that Blake made her feel inferior, so she opted to just let it go. 

 With a grateful smile, Blake gave a simple nod and opened the door for Y/N. She smiled and walked in to head back to the conference room. 

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 Y/N stood in front of a whiteboard. The two phases of the notes he left written out on it. Her eyes darted between the words and the pictures of the victims, not even knowing where to start to figure out where the words could take them.

   “If they aren’t his words then who’s are they?” Derek asked as he walked away from the board to sit down. He was annoyed that they couldn’t figure out what they were. 

 “We need to find out who his neighbors were in prison,” Blake said as she thought of where they could start. 

 “He spent more time in solitary then he did in his own cell,” Rossi stated, not knowing if what Blake was asking for would help. 

 “It’s total darkness but not complete silence, the inmates can speak through the walls,” JJ said.

 “Let’s see which fellow inmate did time in solitary when he was there.” Rossi pulled out his phone then walked out of the room to make the call to the prison. 

 “I can’t really imagine an inmate thrown in solitary would be telling campfire stories to other inmates in solitary.” Y/N spoke in a monotone voice, her eyes still trained on the board. 

 “Some inmates get put in there for their own protection,” Derek reminded her. 

 “That’s true, we should start with those prisoners,” Hotch said, agreeing with Derek’s statement. 

 “Hold on,” Blake said, bringing the attention to her. “See how he wrote ‘Waiting on the taste of honey’, it’s got Southern U.S. roots, but more specifically it’s Texas south. A sub-dialect of southern English found in the north-central part of the state.” 

 She looked back down at the notes then saw another thing. “Right here-- you wait for something that hasn’t shown up, you wait on something that’s nearby.” 

 “The taste of honey would be close,” Spencer said as he understood what Blake was saying. 

 “Yes, and the storyteller is probably from north of here.” 

 “Fewer were thrown in the hole than you think,” Rossi said when he stepped back into the room, then set his phone down on the table. “Go ahead, Garcia.” 

 “Our unsub was the MVP of solitary. He was in there more than any other prisoner,” Penelope said as she relayed what she told Rossi to the rest of the team. 

 “All right, we’re looking for somebody who didn’t belong in jail. His offense would be minimal, he might even be in there for his own protection.”Hotch gave some parameters. 

 “Uh-huh, I got a few,” Penelope responded when she got a hit. 

 “Can you read off the hometowns?” Blake asked.

 “Sure, Beaumont, Edinburgh, Sweetwater--”

 “Sweetwater, who was that inmate?” Y/N asked as the name perked her ears. She turned away from the board and stood next to Blake. 

 “Danny Tucker looks like he was only in for two months,” Penelope answered. 

 “Well, that’s long enough to tell stories to John Myres,” Hotch said.

 “Hey, his family owns property near where you are. It’s really secluded, too,” Penelope said as she found out that information. 

 “With local honey, by any chance?” Blake asked.

 “They are known for it.”

 “That’s where he’s going,” Y/N said looking at Blake next to her who nodded in agreement. 

 “Garcia, is it private property?” Hotch asked. 

 “It was, but it’s been sold. They’re building a housing development.” 

 “So it’s not the hideaway he’s hoping for,” Y/N said, looking to Hotch.

 “Where would he go?” Blake asked. 

 “He might blame Danny for lying to him. Garcia-” 

 “Danny’s house is down the road from the development, I’m sending his address to your phones now.” Penelope beat Hotch to the punch. 

 “Dave, You, Reid, and Y/N go to the site, the rest of us will go to the house,” Hotch said, sending everyone off. 

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 That evening, the team arrived back at Quantico. Sadly, John had ended up taking his own life, but Danny and his family were saved. 

 Rossi led the pack of Y/N, Spencer, JJ, and Blake through the office doors. 

 “Don’t tell me there's another one,” Rossi said as he was now face-to-face with Strauss who had been waiting for them. 

 “There’s always another one,” she replied. 

 “I told you we should’ve just gotten into our cars,” Rossi said as he regretted not doing so. 

 Y/N rested her head on Spencer’s arm. She really wanted to go home now, even after being stuck there for so long, she just wanted to go home and cuddle with Spencer. 

 “Where are we off to now?” JJ asked. 

 “Home,” Strauss responded. “You need to spend at least one night in your own beds.” 

 “Bless,” Y/N said, grabbing Spencer’s hand and leading him to the elevator. 

 “Don’t have to tell me twice,” Rossi said following close behind.

 “Yeah, me too,” JJ said as she also followed. 

 When Y/N walked through her and Spencer’s apartment door, she let out a loud, exaggerated sigh of relief. She held both her arms out as she basked in the feeling of being home. 

 “I thought you said you were done with being stuck at home,” Spencer laughed as he set down his go-bag. 

 “I say some things that I don’t mean later.” Y/N set her go-bag down by the couch and walked into the bedroom, flopping onto the bed. 

 The nicely made bed, now looking a little disheveled from the impact, surrounded Y/N. The comfort it gave relieved her back pain from the lousy hotel bed she had slept in. 

 Spencer followed closely behind, and unlike her, carefully climbed next to her in the bed. 

 “You want to tell me about that meeting now?” Spencer asked, grabbing her hand and giving it a kiss. 

 “Ugh.” Y/N groaned as she scooted closer to Spencer. She kinda hoped he would forget about it, but that would literally be impossible for him. “She asked me if I wanted to move to the fugitive task force because Emily left.” 

 “And what did you say?”

 “I said no, obviously.” 

 She had her head laying on his chest but then lifted it up to look at him. Her head rested in her hand that Spencer wasn’t holding, his thumb rubbing back and forth across her knuckles. 

 “She should know I wouldn’t want to move, I told her when I joined the BAU it was my dream,” Y/N said with her voice rising with irritation. “And it was super annoying, she acted like she was surprised that would be my answer. I don’t want to end up like how JJ did where she had to move to state by force. That was stupid. I just, she thinks she can have everything she wants-” 

 Spencer’s laughter cut her off. 

 “Why are you laughing?” She asked with furrowed brows. 

 “You’re overreacting, if you said no then nothing will happen, JJ’s case was special,” he told her with a reassuring look. “And also you’re just cute when you’re irritated,” he shrugged. 

 Her eyebrows raised in question. “Oh yeah?” 

 She let go of his hand and quickly reached for a pillow behind her head. She sat up on her knees and smacked him with the pillow. 

 “Am I cute now?” She giggled and waited for his reaction. He wrapped his arms around her waist and tackled her down to have him laying on top of her. That was enough of a distraction for him to grab his own pillow and smack her with it.  

 “Very.” 

 She sat up again and the two had a flat out pillow war. Not a fight, a war. 

 Eventually, Y/N ended up on top of Spencer, straddling his torso. Her hands grabbed his sides as she tickled him relentlessly. 

 “Okay, okay, I surrender!” He panted with laughter. 

 She stopped her assault and moved to lay on him. 

 “Yay,” she pecked his lips and moved off of him to cuddle into his side.

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Watch and Learn

Watch and Learn

Pairing : Derek Morgan x Reader

Prompt: “watch and learn...”

Warning: Smut! Sub!Morgan!

Summery: The new girl is quiet and shy, so he tried to help her out a bit with questioning, only to find she may not be as shy as she claims.

“I want Reid, JJ and I down at the station, “ Hotch started giving out orders as he pointed his pen to the people in question. “Rossi and Prentiss at the first crime scene, Morgan and (Y/L/N) at the latest, there is people there that need questioned and it needs looked at again.” He said and everyone agreed instantly and began discussing the case at hand.

It wasn’t to long before they landed and everyone went where they were assigned. On the ride over Derek found himself trying to start conversation with (y/n), it really did bother him that she hadn’t said anything to him but her name and that he can drive. He did however find she liked talking to Reid, they got along well, it made him think maybe she was just as smart as him if not smarter, but anytime he listened in on their conversations they were usually book related instead of science or math.

“Soooo... you ever questioned someone before?” He said glancing over at her, causing her to look up from the case file. She just shook her head and looked back down at the papers in her hands.

“I don’t really know much about you, ya know?” He chuckled and raised an eyebrow at her as he drove, glancing between her and the road. “Most of your file was marked out, there a reason for that?” He asked trying to pull what he could from her, it really bugged him he didn’t know his own team mate well enough to say what she did before the BAU, and she’s been here for almost a month. She sighed and closed the file looking at him.

“So do you always ask so many questions ?” She asked ignoring his question, which rose suspicions in him, but he has to trust her, plus he liked the way she talked.

“So you can speak.” He said smiling those beautiful white teeth at her, “how about I give you a few pointers on how to question people okay?” He said trying to be nicer as the pulled up to the most recent crime scene that only happened a few hours ago.

“Okay...” she said back to being quiet and calm, they stepped out of the car and she made sure her gun clicked on her side tightly as they walked towards the two people that were separated from the crowd of people watching and trying to peak inside. Just before getting to them he stopped and looked at his partner.

“Watch and Learn.”

Morgan approached the young blonde who was dressed for a run, in skin tight pants and a shirt, headphones hanging loosely around her neck. (Y/n) stood in her spot a bit away from them as she listened in and focused on him. He couldn’t wipe that smile off his face the whole time, giving subtle flirty remarks back and forth with the girl as he asked his questions, it worked for him well, it really did. The way the blondes eyes raked his figure and how he soothed one of his hands over her arm to calm her down. He got what he needed from her ad walked back over to (y/n).

“See it’s not that hard.” He shrugged and glanced at the male witness. “Your turn princess.” He said and she gave a small smile before handing him her glasses and walking over to the guy.

He was dressed much more fitting for the neighborhood they were in, he wore a suit and had his hair fixed perfectly, shockingly perfect for the blood that covered his hands still.

“Hello you must be Mr.Corbet, “she said smiling at him and handing him a handkerchief to wipe his hands. “I’m (y/f/n) with the Behavioral Analysis Unit, of the FBI, mind if I ask you a few questions?” She said smiling at him, her smile was beautiful and radiant, seemed to real to be as fake as it was, she would have definitely had to practice that. But Morgan loved seeing it never the less.

“Of course, anything that helps.” He said taking the clothes from her hand and giving a small thank you before starting to answer questions. His answers lasted much long then the girls since he tried to revive the victim and saw a little bit of the unsub, but his flirty didn’t stop. (Y/n) didn’t notice it but Derek did. The way Mr.Corbit bit his lip as she wrote down his answers, and the way his eyes trailed her body and chest when she looked away, it made Morgan sick and he couldn’t figure out why. She was almost done when he heard the guy ask for her number ‘in case he remembered anything else’. That was when Morgan stepped it, laying his hand on the small of her back and smiling at the guy.

“Come on (y/n) there is something you gotta see.” He said before leading her away and into the house, putting her glasses back in her pocket as he did so. Once inside and alone she looked at him.

“What was that about?” She asked quietly.

“Don’t let them flirt with you like that...” he said before walking away leaving her dumbfounded in the living room.

—

That was almost a month ago, and (y/n) still hadn’t opened up to Morgan, but she had to tonight, they were partners again at a club. The club wasn’t far from Quantico so they were getting ready at head quarters.

(Y/n) wore a tight black dressed with her hair down, completely out of character for her, and Derek wore a nice suit the screamed he had money. (Y/n) was walking to Garcia’s bat cave at the moment in search for something to really complete the look. She was to focused on trying to get a bracelet on however to notice who was there.

“Hey Garcia do you have any lip gloss I can-“ she was cut off once she looked up and saw Derek standing there and not Garcia, he looked good, almost to good. “You’re not Garcia...”

“No I am not, but I can tell you the answer is yes, she told me to give this to you.” He said handing her a clear sparkly lip gloss.

“Thank you...” she said taking it, noticing her struggled with the bracelet he walked over and latched it for her, his hands gently moving over her skin as he did.

“I need you to stay close to me tonight okay?” He said calmly as he watched her face, how her eyes tried to look everywhere but him.

“Yea, of course...”

“Good... now let’s go, Buttercup.” He said walking with her. Once they got to the club the team went in one at a time, scattering to have eyes on (y/n) and Derek at all times. If everything went correctly the unsub would speak to (y/n), she was his type after all, (h/c) and (e/c), it was what he looked for in his victims. And she fit the bill, almost to perfectly for him to not go for her.

Everything was going smoothly but Derek could tell this was not (y/n)’s kinda crowd, and so when she excused herself for a drink he really didn’t think that much of it since he was close to the bar and everyone had eyes on her. She leaned over the bar and spoke to the bar tender quietly as a man approached her, he didn’t fit the profile so No one worried, specially when we could hear him over her Com.

“What’s a beautiful thing like you doing in a place like this?” He asked smiling at her, leaning over the bar. She blushed and let out a small giggle playing a long so no one knew she was an agent.

“I’m Andrew” he said holding out his hand,

“I’m -“ just as she was about to say her name and take his hand Derek stepped in, his hand grabbing Andrews in a firm hand shake and the other around (y/n)’s waist tightly.

“And I’m her boyfriend, nice to meet you.” He said smiling kindly at the guy who hurried away, Derek looked down at her raising a brow. “What was that?” He asked.

“Why do you care?” She asked looking back at him. He shook his head and they continued with the case.

—

Jefferson City, Missouri, it was late everyone was tired and they left in the morning, right now they were at the hotel getting some sleep, or supposed to be. And today (y/n) had had enough of ‘Derek to the rescue’ any time a man spoke to her. It was honestly tiring, but with her training or way of life she kept quiet, everytime he did it she didn’t say a word. She was trained not to speak or let things bother her, and sometimes she just couldn’t keep it in, so when she saw him at the ice machine she made sure to not look at him, because with one small step in the wrong way and she would loose her cap.

Though of course, he is Derek Morgan and he had to say something. “You okay Buttercup?”

She snapped.

“You know Morgan, I can defend myself! I don’t need you to run in every time you see someone talk to me! I’m an agent on this team, not just a random girl at a bar, you can’t just sweep me off my feet!” She yelled looking at him, he was taken back by her words but she wasn’t done. “I’m probably more qualified for this job then you are! With your little “watch and learn.” This and “ watch and learn” that! I don’t need your help! I was a fucking Spy for christ sake Morgan! I could take out anyone who laid a hand on me let alone speak to me!” She finished and let out a sharp breath looking down at him. When he didn’t reply fast enough she rolled her eyes and left the room going back to her room, leaving him completely dumbfounded by her comments.

He was taken from his thoughts by a laugh, looking over seeing Rossi who had saw the whole thing.

“You saw that?” Morgan said looking at him.

“From start time finish buddy.” He said patting his shoulder. “You should probably apologize...”

“For what?”

“It doesn’t matter, just apologize.” Rossi said looking at him. That’s how he found himself knocking on her door, which was a long way from his, 2 floors actually, so when she opened the door to see him instead of Reid who she did share the floor with, was a shock.

“Morgan...” she said before sighing, guilt riddled her face as she shook her head. “Look I’m so-“

“You’re a spy?” He said looking at her.

“Wow they really blacked out my file didn’t they...” she said moving away from the door letting him in. “Yea i was Interpol Intelligence...” she closed the door behind him and looked up at him. His eyes darted around her face trying to figure out if she was lying but he found nothing. She sighed and walked more into the room.

“I spent 8 years under cover, and I guess being quiet and submissive just became my thing after.” She say on the bed and looked up at him.

“Who else knows...” He asked quietly sitting next to her.

“You, Hotch, Rossi...” she said looking over to him, he chuckled rubbing his brow bone trying to process everything he was taking in. “ I needed something calm, something to get me back on my feet, so I ended up here.”

“What were you like before?” He asked his hand coming up rubbing circles onto her back. She looked at him and her eyes meeting his honeyed brown ones. Something about the way she looked at him in that moment, that moment of weakness. It sent him over his edge and he leaned forward kissing her soft lips. She kissed back almost instantly but pulled away and looked at him.

“You wouldn’t like the real me...” she said looking at him, and he shook his head.

“ teach me, teach me who you really are (y/n), please.” He said pulling her back into another kiss, her hands came up wrapping around his neck as she moved straddling his lap. His large hands moved down to her waist, gripping the skin the escaped her small pajama shirt. Their lips never left each other as they fell back onto the bed with her on top.

“We shouldn’t do this...” she said, and she clearly meant it but neither of them wanted to stop.

“If that’s what you want...” he said his hands not leaving her hips. “But I need you to know, that there won’t be a second that goes by I won’t regret walking out that door...”

“Don’t be to loud...” she said kissing his neck.

“Oh buttercup, you won’t need to worry about me, it’s you we should-“ he tried to flip her but she stood her grown and firmly pushed on his chest laying him back down.

“Watch and Learn Morgan....” she said before she started to grind onto his forming erection. It pulled groans from his lips like no other women has, yet she was silent and calm, she looked unfazed, and he almost thought she was until he felt the wet spot on his sweat pants causing his to grip her hips again.

“Come on baby, let me take care of you...” he said and she Tsked him and swatted his hands away.

“You want to learn the old me,” she said taking his hands tightly into hers and putting them above his head before pulling his hardened cock from his sweat pants. “The old me was Dominant,” she growled out as she grinned down on him harder, back and forth.

“Careless,” she moved side to side.

“And Independent...” she said before moving her shorts to the side and sliding down onto him, letting out a quiet yet satisfying moan of his name, as he stretched her walls and went deeper then any man has ever gone. She loved the feeling of him inside her, tearing her at the seams but she didn’t care, and neither did her. Specially not when she began to move up and down and rounding her hips as she rode him, her hands fell to his chest as she used it for leverage. He thought she was stunning as she used him, and she really did use him. It was the most pleasurable thing he’d ever felt as she rode his cock like it was her job, like she knew it like the back of her eye lids.

Part of him never wanted this to end, but it was his luck, the best women he’s ever had sex with, was his partner. The best women he’d ever felt or seen, and he’s not even seeing all of her, just what was exposed from her pajamas and what the moon light lit up. She was an angel really, she was so good at it it didn’t take him long to cum, and without warning.

He moaned out loudly almost yelling her name, she had to kiss him to muffle the moans he created as his thick seed coated her insides. It threw her over the edge as she came around him clawing at his chest as she did so. It was heaven for both of them, a fall they never thought they’d make. But the landed to quickly as she fell onto his chest and his arms found there way around her body. Kissing her head and layer back again closing his eyes.

“We are in so much trouble in the morning.” He said as he drifted off to sleep. She giggled and kissed his neck one last time.

“It’s your fault, loud mouth...”

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Magical Mishaps Means... Mates? Cool

“Don’t talk to me,” Stiles says, and maybe he sounds a little harsher than he really means to. But like, he’s stressed out, more so than he has been in a while—when did three days since his last near-death experience become normal?—and he can’t help coming off like a dick. “I need total and complete silence for this spell to work.”

Derek rolls his eyes. Well, probably. Stiles isn’t exactly looking to be sure, but there’s a good chance, knowing him. “I wasn’t even talking.”

Stiles keeps adjusting the set up arrayed on the floor around him, aware that he needs to get it just right. Otherwise, everything’s going to go to shit, again, and the potential side effects of this particular spell are excruciating and horrible. One of the most common ones, even when everything goes according to plan, is tinnitus. Shudder.

“Good,” he says to Derek, who’s sitting on the shitty couch on the other side of the living room. The Hale House used to scare Stiles, but he’s gotten used to how cold and freaky it is over the past few years. They spend so much time here nowadays, doing this or that pack-related thing, that it almost feels like a home away from home. A very charred, uncomfortably damp and depressing home, but whatever. “Continue doing that. Continue being silent and creepily watching me like the stalker we all know you are.”

This is a well-worn conversation between the two of them. Derek huffs and sets his book down roughly in his lap, launching into his familiar defense. “I was going through a phase in my life that—”

“What about silence do you not get, Sourwolf?” Stiles cries out, biting his lip to hold in his grin. It’s always fun to mess around with the alpha, even if it is cutting into his concentration. “I need quiet. More specifically, I need you to be quiet. Since you are the only one here.”

Derek’s silence is oppressively loud.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you don’t trust me out here alone! You could be out with the puppies right now. Boyd said they were going out for ice cream. You could be chowing down on some ice cream right now, you know. But nooooo, instead you’re here, pretending to read some book—”

“ Little Women is not just some book—”

“Oh, excuse me! You’re pretending to read Little Women , while actually watching my every move like a creepy stalker. Also,  I totally caught that you didn’t deny pretending, by the way. Even if I fuck up spectacularly, it’s not like this spell is going to hurt anybody.” No, it can really only fuck him up in uncomfortable but probably not life-threatening ways. But it’s more fun to tease Derek than just tell him that. “Not more than it already is, I mean.”

“You didn’t bother to tell me what the spell was for, so of course I’m concerned about it! It could be anything, it could be some stupid bullshit like the one you did a few weeks ago, it could—”

Stiles inhales—and trust him when he says it’s only out of stress—and gets a strong whiff of protective alpha pheromones. He whips around, a little outraged. (More than a little, really. Maybe a lot. Whatever.) He has to catch himself on the floor with a hand, but in the moment he’s not at all concerned about where it lands. Or rather, what it lands on. “Seriously, Derek? You’re not actually worried about me or the puppies, are you. You’re just such an alpha you can’t stand to let an omega do anything by themselves, huh?”

Derek lets out an irritated little growl, standing up and leaving his book on the cushion next to him. Stiles doesn’t feel threatened at all, just even more annoyed than before. He thinks he can try and intimidate Stiles? Yeah right. Stiles juts his chin out and tries his damnedest to send out hostile omega pheromones. It works—Derek’s nose scrunches up, and this time, it’s not as adorable as it usually is. Well, okay, maybe it is a little bit, but also not because Stiles is pissed .

“What is the spell for, Stiles?”

Oh, is this how he’s going to play it? Just ignore the problem of his assholery like it might go away? Stiles rolls his eyes, and even though he hadn’t wanted Derek to find out, he figures he can make the older guy uncomfortable with the truth.

“You see,” Stiles starts, deliberately softening his voice. “I’m going to go into heat soon. And in case you forgot, since I’m an adult now, I have to start taking a different kind of suppressants. But first, I’m being forced to go through a heat cycle. Which is going to be horrible, unless I find my mate. And that’s what this spell is for. Finding mates.”

“You’re using a spell to—that’s wrong, Stiles. You’re not supposed to cheat the system that way.” And—goal achieved—Derek looks uncomfortable, like he usually does when someone offends his delicate, traditional born-werewolfy sensibilities. It happens less often than Stiles would honestly expect.

“It’s not like I’m going to just say, ‘hey, magic, find my mate’! I’m—”

Stiles cuts off with a hiss, jerking his hand, which starts to burn as soon as the words are out of his mouth, off the ground. Without it there to hold him steady, he tumbles a little, down onto his butt. Really, though, he’s more concerned about his hand than a sore tail bone.

“Ow!”

Suddenly Derek’s teeth pull back, revealing elongated incisors. He, too, holds his hand gingerly in front of him, even though it’s not like whatever just burned Stiles could’ve burnt him all the way over on the other side of the room. “What the hell was that, Stiles?” He spits out, managing to sound pissed off even with his teeth (adorably) muffling his words.

“I—it must’ve been the spell,” Stiles says, blinking down at the set up. He can see exactly where his hand was, the imprint of his fingers clear as day on the charred floorboards. Freaking great, he thinks, getting to his knees. He has no idea what to expect now—all the side effects he read about were from screwing up the placement of the objects, not… this. He didn’t have a chance to adjust the tree branch to the exact right position, and the red dirt wasn’t laid out yet. Some of the ingredients that weren’t supposed to get on the floor got knocked over, the grains of salt spilling all over the charred wood and his hand.

“Stiles?”

How is he supposed to handle this? He tries to prepare for every possible outcome, for every fuck up, but how can he prepare for unknown side effects that could, for all he’s aware, last approximately forever?

“Stiles!”

Is he about to get tinnitus, or worse, labyrinthitis forever? God, what the hell was he thinking? Edging into frantic, he riffles through his pockets, finding the folded up paper he’s looking for but managing to get a stupid paper cut in the process. As he opens up the paper, he sucks on the wound absentmindedly, knowing it won’t actually help his healing. It comforts him, at least.

“Stiles!”

“I’m trying to read, Derek, god, shut up for a second!”

It’s a list of all the ways the spell can possibly go wrong, and the corresponding side effects. When he first found it and printed it out, he told himself to ignore the fact that these are just the known ones, that there could be more that nobody has even discovered yet. But now? It’s hard to focus on anything but that. Scanning the list again, all he can think about is how he has no clue what’s about to happen to him, and tinnitus is the least of his problems.

And okay, maybe he’s hyperventilating a little bit.

Stiles doesn’t bother hiding his whimper of distress. Distress over the spell, and a general kind of upset, because this was like his one and only chance to find his mate—and okay that’s not true at all, whatever!—and now it’s ruined. He’s going to have to go through his heat by himself, and suffer through all of it by himself. Fuck.

He’s distracted from this train of thought and the list in his hands by the most amazing scent he’s ever smelled: a mix of things he can’t quite identify but are together irresistible, giving him the urge to calm down, close his eyes and try and suck as much of it in as possible. It surrounds him and soon, it’s joined by a warm arm which curls around his shoulders and tugs him close to an equally warm chest.

A little embarrassed, a little annoyed, Stiles fights his instincts to just burrow into Derek’s embrace. He pulls away, flushed. “Dude,” he says, trying to sound angry. “Stop it with the freaking alpha pheromones, seriously. I’m fine.”

“Sorry,” Derek says, clearly flustered. He backs away then—like several feet away—still hovering awkwardly.

Weirdly hurt, Stiles scoffs. “Better, but dude, it’s not like I have cooties or something.”

Derek doesn’t reply. He’s too busy sniffing the air now, too, his fangs still out, his eyes bleeding red. Stiles watches as he shifts, scenting the air all the while. Even after seeing Derek shift at least a million times over the past few years, it’s still fascinating. And kind of hot, if he’s honest. Okay, like really hot. In a weird way.

“Are—are you okay?” He shakes it off, because Derek’s still ignoring him and scenting the air, which is not like him at all. “The spell might’ve done something to you. I mean, you were in close proximity and I think there are a few side effects that mention something like… oh shit, you totally got hit, didn’t you?” He doesn’t wait for Derek to react before he’s going back to the paper. Atonia, tardive dyskinesia, hematemesis… and those are the best case scenarios. God, Derek’s going to kill him.

“Stiles, you—you smell so—”

“I know,” he says, more than a little shrill. He doesn’t know how he smells, though, not really, not to Derek. Suddenly, he’s positive he can’t handle hearing whatever Derek was going to say, even if he can guess. “I know, okay, I’m aware I’m pumping out distress signals, I don’t need you to tell me tha—wait.”

Stiles sniffs, catching Derek’s scent again. It’s strong—it’s always been strong, but it feels like more now, whatever that means—and just like he did a few moments earlier, he smells wonderful . Better than anything Stiles has ever scented before. By, like, ten thousand percent.

He knows what this means.

Soulmates can only be found, usually, the natural way—people can only meet their soulmates when all parties involved are ready. When there’s no chance of them having totally different, non-negotiable future plans, or at a time when one is still a raging douchebag and the other is so put off, it ruins their chances forever. Once they’re all ready, though, receptors in the brain flip on like a switch. Suddenly, whoever they are, their scent becomes way more potent, heightened. It’s supposed to be the best combination of pheromones to appeal directly to their mate.

And see… Stiles has kind of always wanted Derek to be his. Okay, obviously for a long time there, he held out hope for Lydia, and maybe for a little bit—more than a little bit, really— Danny. But ever since that fateful day that Stiles met Derek, there’s been this inkling, this hope that they could be it for each other.

With that in mind, the list in his hands, and his eyes losing focus as he gets lost in his thoughts, Stiles says, “The spell fake mated us, didn’t it?”

Derek stops dead. (Oh, yikes, maybe not the best phrase to use considering where they are.) Clearly confused, he asks, “What?”

“I bet it like, read my mind or something, it knew who I wanted the answer to be, and since I fucked it up, it fake mated us.”

“Fake mating isn’t a thing,” Derek replies, but he looks deflated. His nose is twitching and he’s obviously breathing in through his mouth. For some reason, the thought that he’s not taking in Stiles’ scent anymore hurts.

“It could be,” Stiles points out, pushing his dumb feelings down. “And let’s be real, okay, if it’s a thing, it’s definitely happening to me. That’s like a law of the universe. If something shitty could possibly happen, it will. To me. Specifically. You got dragged along for the ride this time, and that sucks—”

Derek ignores him, sidling away again. “Calm down. You’re being ridiculous.”

“I am not! Look, this says there can be unknown consequences to fucking up the spell, and fake mating is definitely something I’d—hey!”

Stiles gets another paper cut as Derek yanks the paper away from him, slowly reading through the heaps of information Stiles crammed on it. Aware Derek’s attention won’t be broken out of sheer will and assholery right now—unless there’s suddenly a threat around, that is—Stiles sighs and flops onto his back. God, Derek still smells so good, it makes him want to go over there and just cover himself in Derek until their scents are forever entwined. Which can only really happen as a result of some serious cuddling or sexytimes, and Stiles is not adverse to—

Okay, holy shit, this fake mating is potent. Effective. Impressive. Hard-hitting. Very hard hitting. Hoo boy.

“Ugh!” Stiles breathes in deeply through his mouth, forcing himself to stop creeping on his friend. His alpha, but in the werewolf-y sense, not the mate-y sense. Except that right now, it feels like he’s both. And Stiles has always—for a given definition of always, at least, for a long, long time—wanted that to be the case.

His mind is jumping all over the map; he can’t focus on anything other than Derek, and that’s really the last thing he needs right now. Did he take his Adderall today? Wait, no, he didn’t. Adderall and magical spells don’t mix super well, evidently. He definitely learned that the hard way.

“Stiles,” Derek says what feels like several hours later, even though it’s probably just a few minutes. Even trying not to smell him, Stiles can tell he’s started pumping out some seriously content alpha pheromones. “You didn’t read the whole page, did you?”

Deflecting, Stiles goes for playground insults, their mutual tried and true method. “You sound so happy. It’s creepy.”

“Shut up. Look, it says right here that the creator of the spell took steps to make sure it would never match up the caster with the wrong mate. And… and you said earlier that it read your mind. That you wanted me to be your mate.”

Stiles freezes, caught out. “Heh, I did say that, didn’t I? But it doesn’t matter, because remember? Law of the universe, dude. It’s never happened before, but now that I’ve—”

Suddenly, Derek is there, leaning over Stiles. He isn’t touching him or boxing him in, isn’t even all that close in the grand scheme of things, but. He’s filling Stiles’ vision and he’s wide-eyed and there’s a small smile on his mouth and shit, he smells so damn good. So enticing. Stiles futilely attempts to hold onto some self control, fingers curling into his palms so he doesn’t reach out to him

“Shut up,” Derek says again.

Stiles starts to protest, playing offended just on principle, but then… then Derek moves a little closer. Their breath mingles, and Stiles can’t look away from Derek’s mouth. It’s so close .

“Stiles. We weren’t mated because of the spell messing up. We—I think—I think we’re just mates. Real mates.” Derek’s eyes never leave his, and it’s so intense Stiles wants to squirm but he can’t look away.

He shakes off the feeling, and tries again. “Derek, I’m telling you—”

“I want you to be mine, too,” Derek says, and Stiles is stunned into silence. “I thought maybe you were and you just weren’t ready yet, but I didn’t want to get my hopes up. And now…” he breathes in deeply, nose twitching, letting the thought drop.

“Now we’re—we could—” Distracted by Derek’s own scent, Stiles’ eyes fall to Derek’s mouth. “It could be real?”

“Yeah,” and now Derek brings an arm up, laying it beside Stiles’ head. It’s hard to remember all the freaking out he’d been doing just a few moments before. Does it even matter anymore, when Derek might be right? When they might actually be mates for real?

Hands coming up to Derek’s chest, Stiles grabs his lapels and tugs the alpha down.

Their lips meet kind of roughly, and okay, it’s not a perfect first kiss. But it is kind of amazingly perfect for them, exactly what he wants and needs with Derek. It feels right, like destiny, like something in his soul slides into place, which is bullshit that he usually doesn’t subscribe to but whatever. As it turns out, it’s totally true.

Of course, the bliss can only last so long—without warning, the front door bangs open, the hinges loudly protesting, and Erica and Boyd’s voices fill up the room. Erica starts hooting and hollering the second she sees them. Boyd can’t stop laughing. Dicks.

Stiles’ head bumps back on the floor as he and Derek pull apart. “Hey, alpha? Go make your puppies fuck off so we can make out in peace.”

Derek heaves a sigh, but he’s actually smiling. Happy is a ridiculously good look on him. He presses a kiss to Stiles’ forehead and gets up, and Stiles pretends he doesn’t feel bereft and lonely immediately.

Holy shit, he’s mated. Well, not totally, not yet , but whatever. Close enough.

Flinging an arm over his eyes and just listening as the betas begin to roast the shit out of them both—god, really bad wording!—he’s just glad that at least this one time, something went wrong… but it ended up in his favor.

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The Pull (10/?)

Summary: The Ragnulf’s are one of the oldest lines of werewolves known. A gift from ancient times was given to the line. Though not all of the line will experience it. There are some who will experience a Pull. This Pull leads them to their true mate, a soulmate. The problem is, just because the wolf finds their true mate does not mean that they are the same for that person.

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective​ 

 Pairing: Stiles x Hale!Cousin OC (Reader)

Word Count: 2741

Warnings: I don’t believe there are any. 

A/N: As always, please let me know what you thought. Any comments, questions, or concerns.

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You were sitting on the small terrace, watching the sky change colors as it prepared for the sun rise with a warm cup of coffee in your hands. You were never much of a morning person, but if these nightmares had anything good, it would be this. The scene in front of you was perhaps the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

You wondered about the conversation you had last night. After everyone had gone to whatever room they were going to occupy for the night, you and Lydia had stayed up for a little while longer trying to figure out the best way to go about tomorrow. She had asked if you’d be willing to track Malia and you had to tell her that you were only able to get general scents but were having a hard time actually locking in on a specific scent to be able to follow it. It’s Lydia that suggested  using your hearing instead and you could have kicked yourself for not thinking of that. It was such an integral part of you.

You and Lydia had talked about it and figured it would probably be best if not all the wolves in the vicinity were chasing a coyote. Were or not, if Scott was having a hard time controlling his own instincts a group chasing down the poor thing may very well turn into a hunting party.  

The two of you figured it would be best if, as a group, you all paired off. In order to try and keep the wolves from hunting, Lydia figured it would be best to be one wolf with non-supernatural person. You’d had to remind Lydia that she is technically considered supernatural.  The idea the was to leave Allison with Isaac, Lydia with Scott and Stiles with you. She’d also asked you about the purple of your eyes and you had no answer for her so you simply said it was a family trait.

It’s as you’re sipping the last of your coffee and wondering just what the world has coming their way that the doors open. You don’t bother to look over, already knowing that it’s Isaac

“You really should be asleep, you know.”

You offer a weak smile without looking at him, “It’s been kind of difficult lately.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that both Derek and Peter are missing?” he asks as he’s handing you another mug of hot coffee.

Setting your empty mug down, you take the drink from him and wrap both hands around it. Inhaling the scent of the hazelnut roast, “Honestly, I thought I had. I swear, with everything that’s been going on though, I must have just imagined having the conversation.”

He sighs and comes to sit next to you.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs softly, “If I had known, I would have come over more.”

“It’s fine, you were here most nights anyways… Wait how did you not notice they weren’t barging into the room after you?”

Isaac looks a bit sheepish before saying “I just assumed they were ignoring you…”

He looks so serious that you can’t help laughing, “Isaac, my cousins may be… difficult… but they’re not gonna just ignore screaming nightmares.That’s kind of hard to do.”

There’s a pause, almost as if he’s not sure he should ask but soon enough, Isaac is asking if you really think that saving Malia is going to help them.

“You want an honest answer?” at his nod you shake your head, “I’ve got no idea… all I know is that a nemeton is supposed to be a sacred place. I can’t help but wonder if somehow this nemetons been corrupted. In the past, when a sacrifice was made to the nemeton, the Druids would choose from volunteers. It was considered an honor. At least, that’s what my dad used to tell us. The sacrifices here, they had no idea why they’d died. What if it twisted the magic somehow?”

“Well, how would we know if it had?”

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

He sighs heavily, dragging a hand across his face and through his hair, “So this may not even work.”

“But Isaac, isn’t it better to try? Even if this doesn’t work, they’re going to feel better about trying. If they don’t succeed… well it’s not like it can get any worse.

I know you’re worried about Allison and Scott and, to a lesser extent, Stiles. So why not at least try?”

He nods his head and is silent for another moment, before - “Do you think it’s one of them? Or that it could be?”

“I don’t know.. Maybe? But honestly Isaac, I’m not going to put my life on hold trying to figure out who it is. The pain is manageable and it’s not like there’s much I can even do. It’s not like I see them and I suddenly know who they are.I still have to get to know them..”

“Scotts good people ya know..”

“You saying that cause you think it might actually be him or because you want to be able to date Allison and not feel guilty? He seems nice enough, but he’s not really my type. Besides, I think he’s interested in the new girl, Kira. Haven’t you notice his heart race pick up just a bit each time that he talks to her?”

Isaac shakes his head and you playfully shove him, telling him that he really needs to work on actually using his new abilities.

The sun has risen over the city and it’s slowly coming alive. You and Isaac stay out on the terrace for a little while before it’s time to head back in. Isaac will be going to get Allison and you will be staying here to work out the plan with his friends.

Later that afternoon, you join the McCall pack in the woods not too far from the Tate house. Everyone’s on edge and there’s a moment where Lydia questions if what you’re all doing is more bad than good. You stay quiet, not because you agree but because this isn’t an argument for you to be a part of, it’s a family matter. Scott, however, is making it something positive and Isaac and Stiles begin to bicker.

Ignoring them, you drown them out and try to focus hearing what’s going on in the woods around you. You hear Stiles dad calling for Tate and then there’s the sound of something crashing.

“Hey guys-”  you begin but there’s a gunshot ringing through the woods that makes you flinch back.

Scott jumps on his bike, calling for Lydia who doesn’t seem to hesitate before she’s on the bike with him and they’re taking off. Isaac and Allison are paces behind them.

Stiles is trying to get everyone to wait and so you clear your throat, reminding him that you’re still here when he turns to face you.  He lets out a frustrated huff before reaching into his pocket and calling his dad.

Cell phones have too much going on with them for you to want to try to make out what the Sheriff is saying but Stiles looks confused as he begins to pace.

“It took the doll again?” he turns to look at you while asking “What the hell is so important about this doll?”

Stiles is still on the phone when suddenly something occurs to him,”It’s the doll” he says assuredly as he hang ups the phone before second guessing, “It’s the doll?”

There’s more gunshots and you begin to worry that Allison or Isaac could be getting shot, you move to go after them before you remember, you could trigger a hunting party and you said  you’d stay with Stiles. So you stop your forward movement and settle for pacing between the trees. Taking a deep breath you try to focus on Stiles’ words, this doll means something. The gunshots however, are making you more and more nervous.

“Alright but why would it go all the way to the school and then all the way back to the house just for a doll? One that was in the car in the first place. We didn’t find it in the coyote den”

Hearing another gunshot you snap at Stiles “I was there Stiles, I know it wasn’t there.. Look it just likes the doll-”

“Yeah, it likes the doll alot.”

You rub your temples for a moment,  trying to focus on the situation in front of you and not the fact that your friends are running towards bullets. “Wait, what kind of doll is it Stiles?”

“It’s a - I don’t know. It’s a doll, you know?” He huffs, “It’s got little arms,a big baby head and dead, soulless eyes. Actually, I took a pic,” says as he reaches into his pocket and stands up. A moment later, he’s handing you the phone. “Here.”

You look at the picture, the girl in the blue jacket is on the right, sitting with a younger girl with red jacket. She’s the one that’s holding the doll. “Stiles, she’s not the one holding the doll. How many people did you say were in that accident?”

Stiles takes the phone back and looks at the picture again, “That’s Malia’s younger sister. So it was her doll.”

He continues to stare at the picture and you’re struck struck by the memory of taking your mother's favorite blanket to her grave when Stiles is looking at you.

“What?”

“I know where she’s going.”

Suddenly Isaacs screaming and you’re running towards him when Stiles grabs your arm and pulls you back

. “Natasha! You can’t go, he’s going to be okay.”

“You don’t know that Stiles, you he could have been shot!”

Stiles pulls you into his arms, his chest against your back and he’s wrapped both arms around your, “I promise he’s going to be ok.”

You had decided to listen to your instinct and trust these people you remind yourself. You have to latch onto Stiles, your hand gripping his arm, and  take deep breaths in order for you to actually do it. It takes a couple seconds but you nod. Stiles makes sure that you’re okay before the two of you are making your way towards the site of the crash.

Stiles is on his phone, apparently leaving a message for Scott and you end up trailing just a little bit. You’re slightly on edge and you keep telling yourself that Isaac and Allison with both be okay. You’re not really paying attention to your surroundings, knowing that you need to get to the accident when suddenly your foot lands on something that makes you freeze.

Looking down your eyes fall on a bear trap  and your foot is smack dab in the middle of the pressure plate. Shit. Isaacs scream suddenly makes sense. You could step down and allow the jaws to snap on your legs but to be honest you’re not sure how well you would heal or how quickly. You’re voice comes out panicked when you call Stiles’ name.

He doesn't seem to notice as he turns  to you but he sees something on your face, panic you assume, and he looks at the ground, his eyes landing on the bear trap.

He walks slowly towards you and you’re trying not to twitch on the plate. There’s a squeaking sound and you call out his name again, terror lacing your voice this time.

“Natasha... don’t move.”

“Wasn’t part of the plan…” you snark at him, terrified about what this thing may actually do to you. “Stiles- look for a warning label.”

“A warning label?”

“Instructions on how to disarm it.”

“Natasha, why the hell would they put instructions on the bottom of a trap?”

“Because animals can’t read.”

Stiles nods his head and kneels down. You try to focus on staying still and not breathing too fast, afraid you’ll trigger the trap. You can see Stiles moving around and it feels like a lifetime later before he speaks-

“Ummm... Tasha... we got a problem.”

You can only whimper as you risk turning your head to look at him. He’s looking up at you and his eyes meet yours

“I can’t read either..”

Because of course whatever the nemeton is doing is going to be worse when they’re trying to help. But, this is Stiles - he’s the one that’s been piecing together everything from what you’ve seen.

“You don’t need the instructions,” you dismiss. He looks at you, confusion written on his face and you continue on. “I’m willing to bet you’ve never used the instructions to anything in your life. You don’t need them because you are too smart to waste your time with them, okay?

You can figure it out. Stiles- you’re the one who always figures it out. So you can do it. Figure it out. “

You stay still, watching as Stiles finds a valve of some sort. He looks at it for a moment and you hold your breath. He asks if your ready and you give a small nod, he turns the valve and you jump off the plate, you end up practically falling on top of Stiles and arm around his neck, you grab his jacket with your opposite hand. His arms wrap around you and the jaws of the tramp snap together.

You’re breathing heavily and let out a slightly hysterical chuckle. You can feel the soothing circles that Stiles rubs across your back and you’re able to calm down.

Stepping out of his arms he lets you go and you thank him. The two of you begin to work your way towards the crash again when a roar is heard throughout the woods.

Scott was able to do it.

Later that night, after you had checked on Isaac who was healing up just fine you had decided to check in on the others. You found yourself at Stiles’ house, figuring Scott and Lydia would, also, be here. You had brought over popcorn and the Star Wars prequels, figuring they may need some time to just unwind and that it would be a nice gesture that they might like.

As you stood there, you realized that you could distinguish individual smells. Taking a deeper inhale, you realized that you could make out distinct smells and not just generalizations. Only stiles was here. He invited you in and the two of you sat in his living room. You gave him the popcorn and movie anyways, thanked him for earlier that day and when he had asked why you were so sure that he was going to be able to get you out of that trap you merely replied that you just knew. You were going to leave, when Stiles surprised you.

“Hey, uhh” he started off as he rubbed the back of his neck, “I - Uh.. That is to say… Well I wanted  you to know that - it’s, it’s not that I don’t like you…. You’ve actually been pretty awesome during all of this. It’s just that- well we’ve been hurt  a lot. That’s not to say that you’re going to hurt us but- you know how sometimes it’s not that people just pretend to be something that they aren’t - Not that that’s what you’re doing it’s just that -”

He’s gesturing somewhat wildly and seems to be looking at everything but you so you put your hand on his shoulder. He stops suddenly and when he’s looking at you, you say, “Stiles- I get it. Maybe I was overreacting, it just kind of sucked that it seemed like everyone but you was ok with me being around.”

He smiles back at you and, pulling your hand back to your body and you rub your upper arm.

“Wait, are you cold?”

Before you can respond, he’s already jumped over the couch, practically killing himself in the process and is on his way up the stairs.

“Wait - Stiles” you call after him but he’s already gone.

A few moments later, he runs back downstairs with a blanket that he drapes over your arms.

“Thanks..” you murmur. You’re not sure what the plan is but Stiles quickly sets up the blu ray player and settles down on the couch. Smiling at him you get comfortable on the couch. The two of you watch the movie and then put in another, during which you fall asleep

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Posted 20 March 2019

#Reader insert #stiles #stiles stilinski #Stiles x reader #stiles imagine #stilinski #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinksi x reader #Isaac Lahey #Teen Wolf #Teen wolf x reader #teen wolf imagines #my writing #The Pull #Series

[thedailyimagines]

December Special: Isaac Lahey 2

Anon requested: “can u do an imagine for isaac lahey x male reader w the song right by my side by nicki minaj”

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Had to remove some of the lyrics due to length, but check out the full song! It’s Right By My Side by Nicki Minaj. This is the last requested songfic for a while. Hope you guys enjoy!

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Y/p/n = your pet’s name

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It all comes down, to this. I miss your, morning kiss

I won't lie, I'm feeling it. You don't know, I'm missing it

I'm so gone, I'm must admit It's too much, to hold it in

I can't say no more than this

I just hope your heart hear me now

I let you know how I'm feeling

You own my heart, he just renting

Don't turn away, pay attention. I'm pouring out my heart oh boy

I-I, I'm not living life I'm not living right

I'm not living if you're not by my side

Ooh oh I-I, I'm not living life I'm not living right

I'm not living if you're not by my side Ooh oh

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Collapsing on his bed, y/n laid with his face in the pillow. He was pissed off at Isaac. Y/n had been best friends with the other male since they were children, had being the key word. He understood why Isaac might not be the social type considering his father (especially now that Mr. Lahey was dead), but now he was flat out ignoring y/n.

Y/n had even tried to talk to Issac during lunch, but he was brushed off with a ‘not now’ and was pushed aside in favor of talking to new friends. Flipping over on his back, y/n stared up at the ceiling sadly. Isaac was his best friend, but also the guy y/n had been crushing on for the past two years. Looking over at the tank with his pet guinea pig, y/n smiled bitterly.

“I am the definition of bad romance movie right now, aren’t I?” Y/p/n just scurried around it’s tank without a care in the world. “Yeah, that sounds right. Boy has crush on best friend, best friend doesn’t know, boy is sad. I should write a book.”

Musing over the prospect of a book, y/n fell asleep. He dreamt of sharp teeth and howling. The howling in his dreams soon gave way to the annoying beeps of his alarm clock. Groaning at the prospect of going back to school, y/n got himself ready and headed out.

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Let's meet at, our favorite spot

You know the one, right around the block

From a nice place, that you love to shop

Can you get away?

Care to sit down, let's talk it out

One on one, without a crowd

I wanna hold your hand

Make you laugh again, I need to be near you

Gotta let you know, how I'm feeling

Own my heart, and she just renting

Don't turn away, pay attention

I'm pouring out my heart girl

I-I, I'm not living life I'm not living right

I'm not living if you're not by my side

Ooh oh I-I, I'm not living life

I'm not living right

I'm not living if you're not by my side Ooh oh

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Deciding not to sit alone in the buzzing noise of the cafeteria, y/n sat outside behind the bleachers. Him and Isaac used to eat out here to avoid Jackson and his band of asshole friends. Yeah it seemed pathetic, but it was quiet here and right now that was what y/n wanted.

He picked at his lunch, not really eating much of it more than making it look eaten. His mom would get worried if it wasn’t eaten. Moving to head to his next class, y/n paused at the sound of voices.

“I know that we need to fix this! But until we can figure out how to beat it, we’re useless!” Peeking out from his hiding place, y/n saw Isaac, Scott McCall, and a man with black hair conversing agitatedly. What the hell were they trying to beat?

“Look, the Kanima has to have a weakness. We just need to keep looking.” What was a Kanima? Was Isaac in a cult? Fuck, this was to much for y/n to process. Walking back quietly to where he was sitting, y/n finished gathering his things and walked out, acting like he hadn’t heard any of the conversation.

“Oh, hey Isaac. Am I interrupting something?” Isaac and Scott whirled around, the black haired male glaring at the newcomer.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?”

“I was eating lunch under the bleachers. What are you doing here and who is he?”

“This is Derek, a friend of mine. We were talking.”

“Cool. See you around.” Just the short interaction with his former best friend had made y/n’s heart ache. But he didn’t let it show, instead headed back to the school building.

Y/n swore he could feel Derek glaring at the back of his head.

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'Cause he know that it'd be a wrap

When I'm riding it from the back

Wait, oh, let me see your phone

'Cause all them bitches is ratchet

And let me get in my truck

'Cause all them' bitches'll catch it

Wait wait wait, there I go again

I be trippin', I be flippin', I be so belligerent

Man this shit that we be fighting over so irrelevant

I don't even remember though I was probably hella bent, let's go

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“Damn it!” Y/n threw the bouncy ball at the wall, only to have it bounce back and hit him square in the face. “Fuck! Ow ow ow...”

Why was he so angry? Because y/n had gotten stuck in a group project with none other than Isaac and Allison. Neither of them were being helpful and the project was due tomorrow. Leaving y/n to get everything together.

“They better not think their getting any credit for this shit, assholes couldn’t even bother with simple finding information.” To make matters even worse, today was the day y/n and Isaac had met (a day the two of them had always celebrated in some small way) and Isaac hadn’t even bothered to say hi.

Maybe it was time to drop Isaac as a friend. The thought made y/n’s heart break, but he saw no other option. It was clear that his best friend had moved on to ‘cooler’ friends. Y/n slumped down in his beanbag chair and put his face in his hands, tears silently falling. He didn’t want to lose his best friend, but it was too late for that now.

“And I love him. God do I love him. Why did it have turn out like this?” He wiped away the tears from his cheeks. Y/n decided he would finish up the project, email his teacher about his group mates, and sleep the pain away.

It would be back in the morning, but at least he could have a few hours away from it.

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I-I, I'm not living life

I'm not living right

I'm not living if you're not by my side

Ooh oh I-I, I'm not living life

I'm not living right

I'm not living if you're not by my side Ooh oh

I-I ooh oh

I-I ooh oh

I-I ooh oh

If you're not by my side

I can't eat I-I-I-I

I can't sleep I-I-I-I

What I need I-I-I-I

Is you right by my side ah

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#thedailyimagines #imagine #male reader #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf #isaac lahey imagine #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey #december special #december special imagine #roughly placed somewhere in season 2 #derek hale #scott mccall #allison argent #angst #kinda???

[princeescaluswords]

Your use of "pedophilic ships" is incorrect if this is irt Sterek. Perhaps you mean Ephebophilia which is attraction to teenagers although to pin Derek with this would mean to prove he had a standing interest in teenagers. I think Jen and Kate debunk this though Braeden's age was unclear. In that vein, Derek's age was also unclear. In the unaired pilot he was 19 and while he "appeared" older, there was no proof that solidified his age (yes, I've seen several arguments about the fire timeline).

If you’ve actually bothered to read what I’ve written, which I guess you haven’t, I don’t believe I’ve ever called Sterek a pedophillic ship.  I have referred to Steter that way, and I can point you to several posts of mine, even one where I’ve admitted that yes, Steter isn’t a pedophilic ship, it’s an ephebophillic ship.  So what?  It’s still a ship where  a man with a history of manipulating, using, and abusing young people for his own benefit without regard for their autonomy, consent, or mental or physical well-being is supposed to woo a teenager who he has actually kidnapped and attempted to kill on occasion. 

Criminy, how many times to do I have to argue that I’m not against Sterek or even Steter if those shipping it address the fundamental power differential and moral incompatibility problems.  But you’re not interested in nuance, are you?  To the people I’m addressing, there’s no difference between saying “Hey, wouldn’t it be great if a serial-killing millionaire criminal who once described himself as cold and dead inside groomed a teenage boy to be his forever-mate?” and “If these two fall in love, they would have to address issues of power, consent, and history.”

As I said in my post, on which you focused on one single tag, there is going to be a lot of things that can be debated upon, but the anti-anti crowd isn’t interested in discussing whether the glorification of grooming underage children for sexual activity is something that should be handled with care and discretion.  They want free reign to publish on a public forum anything and everything they can think of, and they simply can’t stand the fact that someone else published on a  public forum that they think it’s gross.   They need me to be quiet.

But unlike some people, I don’t try to stomp out discussion if I’m ashamed of what I’ve done.  I apologize and try to do better.   Anything that I’ve not apologized for, I’m not ashamed of. 

#shame #anti anti anti discourse #anti steter #anti sterek

[welshwoman1988]

Through Your Eyes - Chosen

Written for day four of Sterek Week: Mates. It is the second part to this post.

Standing outside of the clearing that the Bonding Ceremony is going to take place in, Stiles can’t help but feel a slight bit of his old panic trying to take ahold of him once more.

It was easy to push the fears away with his father’s love and Scott’s cheerfulness chasing the demons back into the dark corners of Stiles’ mind that they usually lurk in, but now…

Now that his father and Scott were no longer with him, regulated to the opening of the Preserve and not allowed to come any further, Stiles could feel his heart starting to kick up again and the old ache that preluded an attack come back. He was just about to try one of his breathing exercises when he suddenly feels a hand land on his shoulder.

“Hey, are you alright?”

Maybe it’s because the way this guy-and the voice makes Stiles think guy, or a rather deeply toned girl-had grabbed his neck, reminding Stiles of all the times that his father had done the same thing, but it makes the panic dim down to a manageable level as Stiles takes in the first relieved breath he’s had for the past few hours.

When he turns to thank the man, however, he immediately loses all the breath he had just regained.

As an Emissary, Stiles had the gift to see various werecreatures’ forms as a sort of aura about them, as a way to help negotiate between them; most of the supernatural community was still very secretive, even after the rest of the world’s acceptance, and still were hesitant to admit to the part of them that went bump in the night.

The wolf form in front of him was beautiful, it was a deep, dark color and a strong bone structure that made Stiles glad that it was merely a magical representation, even though it looked like the man was merely a Beta and not an Alpha like the rest of the ‘wolves here.

It wasn’t uncommon for Betas to come with to a Bonding Ceremony, the need to make sure that the Pack accepted the Emissary almost overriding the need for the Ceremony itself, but it was rare that one came so close to the proceedings…

The wolf brings Stiles’ attention back to the present as it curls up around the man’s body like a shroud of fog, seeming to almost look right back at Stiles the longer he stared, and it took him a while to realize that the man was staring right back at him.

Blinking, Stiles looked behind him to see if there was anything that might’ve caught the man’s gaze, but aside from a few people milling getting things ready, there didn’t seem to be anyone that might have caught the ‘wolf’s gaze.

“It’s you…”

The gasp drew Stiles’ attention once more and if he thought that the man’s wolf form was beautiful, then the only way to describe the man was drop-dead gorgeous.

Eyes that seemed to hold every color of the rainbow, a narrow face and body that seemed to almost mimic his wolf side, and full lips that were slightly parted in surprise, showing off a pair of adorable bunny teeth.

The hand that had been holding his shoulder has now migrated to the side of his face, thumb caressing his cheek as its pair comes up to join it, the stranger once again whispering, “It’s you…”

There’s a spark of magic this time, a part of Stiles that rushes forward at that softly uttered entreaty, and it scares him so badly that he jerks away from the gentle fingers on his cheek.

No doubt smelling the misery that has overtaken him, the stranger opens his mouth-to apologize or ask Stiles to come back-face already twisting into an expression of dismay, but Stiles quickly shakes his head before the man can utter a single word.

“It’s not your fault. It’s- It’s mine.” The man’s rather impressive brows furrow and Stiles would’ve probably have made some joke to ease the tension at any other time but all he can do now is keep shaking his head and muttering, ”I- I’m sorry, I can’t do this, I can’t-”

He’s about to participate in his very first Bonding Ceremony, there could be an Alpha just a few feet away that’s just waiting for Stiles to become his Emissary, he can’t throw that all away for a pair of pretty eyes and a voice that makes sparks jump from the tips of Stiles’ fingers…

“When I first bonded with Talia, it was like finding a long-lost sister and my very best friend, all wrapped up in one. It was the most wonderful feeling in the entire world.”

“And what about her, Mama? Were you her sister too?”

“Oh, my kochanie, she said that I made an emptiness that she didn’t even know she had disappear. Like finding a family when you didn’t even realize you needed one…”

“Will I find someone like that some day?”

“Oh, I know you will, my little spark. You’ll make someone very happy one day.”

The man’s devastated expression matches the tumult in Stiles’ body, the way the man’s wolf and his spark seem to be reaching out for each other, but that memory of his mother and the way that she spoke of her own Bonding gives Stiles the power to finally turn away.

There is an Alpha waiting for him, someone who needs Stiles, and he can’t let this… attraction stop that from happening.

“I’m sorry.”

A low whine coincides with a lurch in Stiles’ chest and he swallows hard, cursing the want to be accepted that makes him so easy to sway, the look in a stranger’s eyes that makes him want to say ‘forget it’ to everything he spent an entire year working toward.

“I’m sorry.”

Unsure if he’s apologizing to the wolf or himself, Stiles does something that he has never done before when it came to things that surprised or intrigued him:

He runs away.

Derek watches as the boy runs away, feeling as through there’s a boulder sinking deeper and deeper into the pit of his stomach the further away the boy gets.

He had been so sure…

While he had been certain that this would just another year, another disappointment, but then he had seen a boy just as he was entering the clearing that seemed to be having a bit of trouble breathing and Derek had just… acted without thinking.

It had been something that Laura had done, when Isaac needed to be calmed after a nightmare or when Erica needed a bit of grounding after dealing with some of the jerks that she worked with, but the rush that flew through his body at the first press of skin had nearly knocked him off his feet. It had almost been like when he had first received his Alpha powers and it had taken a great deal of restraint to keep from slipping into his Beta form right then and there.

For a few, blissful seconds, Derek had thought the boy had felt it too; his eyes had lit up like some sort of sun caressed amber, cupid’s bow lips dropped into a moue of surprise as he craned his neck to look behind him, as if there possibly could be anyone else that Derek might be looking at…

Wolf whining at the need of takeprotectclaimmine that thrummed through him, Derek had whispered a quiet benediction, a plea and a prayer all in one, and he thought that it would be answered… but then the boy was pulling away, apologizing for something that could be the farthest from the truth and was gone before Derek could even realize.

Gone, with only the phantom warmth of his skin on Derek’s hands to prove the whole thing wasn’t a dream.

Staring at the edge of a clearing that he had been dreading entering only a few moments before, Derek has to huff out a laugh at how little the upcoming Ceremony means now…

Now that his Mate has rejected him.

It’s rare, and always something that every Were’ was worried over, but there was a chance that the other half could reject the bond and choose to pursue other prospects…

Derek sighs quietly, fighting down his dismay at the thought that his Mate didn’t even give him a chance to suggest a Courtship, or even just get to know one another and see if they could at least be friends…

Trust Beacon Hills to take that last chance of peace from him.

Shaking his head, Derek firmly reminds himself of the promise he made before stepping out of his hotel room; granted, he never would’ve thought the possibility of meeting his Mate was something he’d have to factor in, but the choice still stood and he would go through this to make sure he was the Alpha his Pack deserved…

Thankfully, the leader of this group announced that the Ceremony was due to begin and the following speeches brought Derek back to the here and now.

It was a simple affair; each Alpha and Emissary were to meet with each other, allowing their Spark and were’ out for a few moments to see if there was some sort of connection, and if so, arrange to meet at a later date to see if they were compatible as a Bonded Pair.

While his own mother had often sung the praises of both her Emissary and the bond they shared, Derek was certain that his own would dim in the face of the connection he had shared with the boy in the clearing.

If he even found his Emissary…

Funnily enough, despite how much he had been antagonizing over it before all of this, the fact that he may once again go through an entire Ceremony without finding an Emissary didn’t bother him as much as never finding the brown-eyed boy again.

Why had he run away?

Had he really not felt the same thing that Derek had?

Was his unfounded loneliness making him see things that weren’t there…?

The thoughts plagued him throughout almost the entirety of the Ceremony; he barely showed his Alpha eyes at the Emissary across from him before they were pulling away with a slight frown and an almost thankful shake of their head before they moved on.

Stumbling around in this state, Derek didn’t realize anything was amiss until a sudden intake of breath and a familiar smell makes him jerk his head up to meet the startled gaze of his amber-eyed boy.

“You…”

“I- I thought you were a Beta…” The boy gasps, his eyes looking like they were in danger of falling out of his head. “I was here to bond with an Alpha, I couldn’t just… just…”

Derek shakes his head, not needing this boy to explain, already loving him for his loyalty to an Alpha that he hadn’t even met yet.

Speaking of which…

Derek shows his Alpha eyes, praying that he was right, that what he was feeling out in that clearing was real, that this boy was his, that he- that he-

Another gasp falls from the boy’s lips and he is the one that reaches out this time, a warmth that feels like a freshly laundered blanket falling over him, the scent of fresh baked bread and turned over earth filling his nose.

“I am yours and you are mine, as the sun chases the moon.” The boy whispers, the honorary words feeling like so much more as those amber eyes spark with an amethyst glow, giving his skin an ethereal sheen. “I, Stiles Stilinski, ask you to be my Alpha to counsel and follow.”

“And I, Derek Hale, accept your offer and claim you as my Emissary, as the moon follows the sun.” There is an interesting blip in the boy’s-in Stiles’-heart at his last name, but all Derek can really focus on is the warmth coming from the boy in front of him and the feeling that he’s finally found where he belongs.

At last, at last, at last…

“…You know,” Stiles hums after a few minutes of silence, his body seeming to sway closer and closer to Derek’s with every moment, “I was worried that I would end up not having an Alpha, that I’d end up as some sort of cautionary tale…”

Derek rumbles reassuringly, eager to sooth a fear that his Emissary, his Mate, should never have…

“Well, for all I know, I might still end up without an Alpha; you have yet to meet my dad and Scott-”

“Scott?” Derek feels that sinking feeling from before coming back; what if Scott is part of the reason he pulled away…?

Yet, it seems like Stiles can read his mind, as he’s quickly informing, “My best friend and practically my brother. If you manage to get past my dad threatening you with his gun, then there’s Scott trying to be intimidating when the guy has all of ferocity of a newborn puppy…”

Derek chuckles and gives into the need to scent Stiles, just a little bit, by dragging the back of his hand across his cheek and neck. “If that’s the worst that you can think of, I can’t wait until you meet my Pack.”

“Huh, maybe this whole ‘Emissary’ thing really isn’t for me, after all…”

Before, Derek would’ve taken those words to heart, but now he can practically breathe in the playfulness of Stiles’ entire being as he finally gives in and pulls his Mate close.

“Oh, I’m not letting you get away that easily…”

#i'm sending this in at midnight #but i still got it done! #eternalsterek #sterekweek2017 #sterekmates #Victoria Writes #Victoria Writes Fanfiction

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Puppy

Reader x Stiles Stilinski

(NOT MY GIF)

*Requested

Imagine: You go to a meeting at Scott’s house, to discuss over the new Beacon Hills’ new threat. There you bump into Peter Hale, who you deeply dislike, because he has precious information. But he makes the mistake of threatening Stiles, your boyfriend, and this get wild.

Word Count: 2252

The clock in your bedroom stroke seven P.M., letting you know you were terribly late for today’s meeting, which had been scheduled by Scott almost a week ago. And, if you knew McCall right, which you did, the boy would probably be plotting a way to rip your head off for not having enough commitment (you also feared for your ears) towards the pack issues. Like he did every single bloody time.

“Mum? I’m leaving!”

“May I know where are you going?”

“Scott’s.” You replied, softly, while grabbing your keys. “Don’t worry, I won’t be gone long. It’s just a couple of hours.”

“That’s exactly what you said last time! Y/N… Are you, like, seeing him? Or whatever you teens call it this days? Because it’s okay, he’s actually a good kid and…”

“What the heck?” Your voice came out quickly and as a high pitched sound. “Oh, God, no. Absolutely no.”

“You two spend too much time together, I just assumed…”

“Well, you’re wrong. He’s just a good friend who happens to need my help in, ah, biology.” You blurted out, finding some lame excuse to explain why you would be at his home.

“Oh, I’m sorry. So guys have been studying together this whole time?”

“Yeah, totally. He was almost failing.”

Of course lying to your mum was bad and, since the beginning, when you were turned into a werewolf, you truly desired to come clean with her about everything. However, Scott told you it would be better, and safer, if she did not know. Pondering a little, it was pretty clear that he was right. The woman would probably have a stroke or worse: send you to Eichen House believing her poor daughter had lost her mind. Considering both scenarios were bad, you chose wisely and stayed quiet.

“If it’s that bad, then you shouldn’t be wasting time talking to me. Go!”

“Thank you, beautiful!”

“And by the way, if I were you, I’d totally go for Scott. He’s hot!”

“Mum, you’re married!” Your eyes widened upon hearing the comment and you had hold in a laugh.

“So what? I’m married, not blind.”

“And that’s my cue to leave. Bye!”

“Be careful out there!”

You walked out of the house silently and went straight to the car, not having enough guts to agree with your mum. Even though she was not aware of your double life, being a supernatural creature meant you would always be a target to the bad guys and your life would always be at stake. So, definitely, “safety” was promise you could not live up to.

“This is not a good time to feel guilty about helping other people, Y/N.” You said to yourself, tightening the grip around the steering wheel.

Although McCall’s house was not far from yours, getting there alone was legit challenge. The road was dark and thin rain began to pour, which got your senses all crazy. Perhaps it was because a two hundred bad ass werewolf was running around in town and no one had clue on how to stop it.

A small sigh slipped, knowing that was, doubtless, tonight’s discussion subject. The third time in the week they gathered to share information and no one had a single thing to say. Not even Stiles, who could never shut his mouth up. Matter fact, sometimes you had to kiss him for it to happen, otherwise… Oh, and yes, he was your boyfriend. Sort of. Argh, it was complicated.

Without further warning, your phone began to rang loudly, scaring the hell out of you and forcing your return to reality.

“Uh, hi?”

“Y/N, where, for God’s sake, are you?” An angry alpha shouted.

“Don’t worry, Scotty. I’m already outside, just give me two minutes to park.”

“We’ve talked about this before and you keep letting it happen.”

“Oh, don’t be so mad. I just got caught up in some family drama!” You said, finally finding a spot near his house to park your car. “Apparently, my mum thinks you’re hot.”

“What?!” He squeaked, nervous, and you simply laughed. “Are you serious?”

“Oh, yeah. She thought we were dating and when I said we’re not, well, the words ‘I’d go for Scott’ may have slipped.”

While you walked towards his house, shaking from the rain, you heard him repeat the word “God” at least twenty times, which made a tiny giggle escape. It was hard not to laugh when Scott got nervous.

“I still can’t believe this.”

“Then don’t.” You shrugged. “Come open up the door for me.”

The phone suddenly went mute and was exchanged by sounds of feet thumping against the floor, clumsily, which indicated that it was Stiles who was coming. Your heart warmed up, thrilling with the idea of being with him again after so many hours split. If it was up to you, there was no time in the day you would be apart from Stilinski. And you knew he felt exactly the same way every time he pulled you into his warmth.

“Hey, you.” Stilinski whispered, winking.

“Hey.”

Your story with that brown haired boy was long and complicated, because not long ago he was madly in love with Lydia Martin, one of your best friends too. They had a kind of love you did not want to get in the middle of it, despite the pain you had to face all those times you saw him chase her down or hear him talk about the red hair over and over. However, as your friendship grew stronger, those feelings began to be left behind, opening up space for something new. Something neither of you could understand at its fullest.

“Are you in there?” Stiles asked, intertwining your fingers with one hand and the other was stroking your cheek.

“Oh, yeah. I just missed you, love.”

“I did too.”

You tiptoed to kiss him, your lips glued together as perfect match. In a couple of seconds, though, what started as sweet thing, became more urgent, more vicious. A pair of hands landed on your butt cheeks, getting your bodies closer and also helping you to wrap your legs around his waist. The heat was so suffocating they did not notice people entering the living room.

“Uh, guys, would you mind not having sex in my house? Like at all?” Someone requested, its voice coming out frustrated.

“They won’t listen to you, McCall.”

“Do you have any suggestions, Peter?”

Upon hearing that name, you ceased the moment immediately.

There was no word in the dictionary that could describe your feelings towards Peter Hale, for he was the man who changed your life forever when he decided to give you the bite. Also, he murdered a bunch of people for his own benefit and, after Derek ended his life, Peter tricked Lydia into bringing him back to life. What the hell was he doing there? At an important meeting to put down an enemy?

A low growl escaped your lips and, with no time, you jumped off your boyfriend’s lap, to face him with resentment infused in your eyes.

“I see the puppy still doesn’t like me.”

“Who exactly does?” Stilinski remarked, ironic. “I mean, you’re only allowed here for the information you said you had.”

“Stiles, don’t tease him, OK?” Scott warned, raising an eyebrow.

“Right.” The boy pursed his lips and crossed arms, sitting on the arm of the couch, next to Lydia. “Let’s get this over with.”

“Sure.”

“So we should wait for its next move? Is that what you’re saying?” McCall asked, confused. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“All I’m saying is you need to find a pattern.” Peter replied, rolling his eyes. “And you won’t be able to do that if you don’t wait.”

“No, we can’t put people in danger.” It was your time to say something over that nonsense “Absolutely not.”

“Listen, puppy, that’s the only alternative.”

You shook your head, not bothering to answer him and just huffing instead. There was no way you could agree to that, it was too insane, even if it meant finding the werewolf you had been looking for weeks. You embraced the bite with the promise you would always do good and killing people was not in the list. Definitely no.

The conversation kept going, Scott still trying to convince him that there had to be something they could do without putting all Beacon Hills High under a risk of another attack and you were pretty sure Lydia was talking as well. Yet, you knew it was worthless, for Peter would not change his mind or give the pack any extra ideas other than hurting people to reach his goals.

“Are you okay, Y/N/N?” Stiles questioned, touching your forehead. “You look a little pale.”

“Nah, I’m fine. Just a little bit nauseated.”

“Do you want me to take you home?”

“Stiles, I’m fine!” You shook your head. “Don’t worry.”

“What is happening?” Scott asked, dropping the talk quickly.

“Y/N is sick.”

“Stiles!”

“Oh, you already got yourself knocked up?” Hale said, maliciously.

“Shut up, Peter. This is not of your business.” Your boyfriend retorted, angry. “Why don’t you go back on sleeping in a grave? It’s where you should be, anyway.”

The man flashed his blue eyes and changed, snarling loudly.

“You should not make fun of me, boy. Otherwise I’d make a hell of a meal with your meat.”

Soon enough you stood up, narrowing your now golden irises and showing your teeth, dangerously. No one could threaten Stiles and leave unharmed.

“Say that again and I swear, I swear, I’ll make you beg for your death.“

"Do you think I’m scared of you, puppy?” His voice was deep and low, a guttural sound.

By now, there was no part of the human you left, only the wolf and its animalistic instincts. A roar rumbled through your body and, briskly, you ran towards the man in front of you, with no reservations.

“Y/N!” Scott yelled, the alpha tone within his voice. “Stop!”

“He is threatening my mate and I’m not supposed to allow that.”

“Baby, please stop.” Stiles whispered, slowly walking towards were you are. “Don’t do this to yourself.”

“Be careful.” Lydia said. “She’s not herself.”

“That’s silly. For me, she’s always Y/N, the sweet girl I love.” He replied. “And the girl I love would never hurt anyone.”

His kind words, alongside the touch on your cheek, made all the anger go away. The sharp nails and teeth disappeared, so did the gold in your eyes, which went to the natural Y/E/C. Stiles have always been the only who could bring you back from the edge. He was your anchor and purely the love of your life.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be.” Your three best friends stated in unison.

“I could use an apology.”

“Shut up, Peter!” The pack shouted, laughing afterwards.

“Urgh, this is so not my thing.” He mumbled, leaving and slamming the door behind him.

A while later, after they fixed a couple of things that were misplaced, so Melissa would not kill them for messing her living room, McCall decided to order a pizza, giving the dreadful night a nice ending. You were totally on board with it, because denying food was strictly against your rules.

Lydia went upstairs to do some research whilst waiting and Scott said he had some homework to do, thus abandoning you and Stilinski in cold room. A smile appeared on your face as you swiftly straddled him, lying on his chest.

“Thank you for being there for me.”

He stroke your hair, carefully, giving you the exactly bliss you needed.

“I’m always there for you, Y/N.”

“Aw, you’re so sweet. I could just eat you up.”

“Don’t!”

You giggled, supporting yourself with your elbows to plant a kiss on his pink soft lips and thinking how no night could be bad as long as he was by your side giving you support.

“Uh, baby?”

“Yes?”

“I think it’s time we come clean to our parents about out relationship.”

“Why?”

“My mum thought I was dating Scott. She was also very graphic why should I date him.”

“What? What?!” His sweet brown eyes widened while he emitted a squeal. “Oh, no, no. I can’t live up to Scott! I can’t. She will be so disappointed! I’m way too fidgety and I talk too much and…”

“Oh shut up!” You squeezed his cheeks so his lips formed a pout. “Get this into your head: for me, you’re the only one and there’s not a person in the world who could make me feel like you do.”

"God! My girlfriend is crazy!”

At the same time a grin lighted up your face, for what the boy had just said, he uplifted his torso, all of a sudden, sitting both of you straight and nuzzling on your neck, which made you shudder. That Stilinski was such a tease!

“What are you doing?”

“Enjoying while you don’t get your brains back.” He said, pulling you into an urgent and passionate kiss that lasted a nearly a minute before the air ran out.

Stiles smiled, his lips slightly swollen and bright red because of the kissing, stroking your cheek. You wanted this moment to last forever, matter fact, you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him.

And you would.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He replied softly, bonding, with another tender kiss, your destinies forever.

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The case of a Pureblood! Part 2

 Hey guys! I hope that you are having a nice weekend and that your day is going great. Here is the second part to “The case of a Pureblood”, I hope that you guys enjoy it as much as I do while writing it. Love, Dixie <3 

    The Quidditch trials were coming closer...meaning that in just three weeks I would be doing my best to obtained the position of a keeper. So, far Stiles has given me some practice and given me the advice to practice for more than one position. For that reason, as of today I will be starting to practice for both the Keeper and Chaser position. I am planning to be great at them both but for some reason, I would like to become a Keeper because I feel more drawn to that position. As of right now, I can say that I am doing good in both positions even though I still need a lot of improvement.

     When I arrived to the Quidditch field, I realized that Stiles was nowhere to be seen except for...Derek Hale. Normally Stiles was on time and would let me know if he was going to be late, if our meetings were moved to another hour or cancelled. This whole situation was confusing to me  so, I decided to go to the middle of the field which is where Derek was standing to ask him what was going on. As I was getting closer to him, I noticed that he seemed as if he was expecting somebody. So, of course not wanting to bother him, I turned away and started walking away until I heard.

“AREVIR!” yelled Derek 

As I turned around, I saw Derek running towards me...

(Ps: he is not shirtless on the story but is the only gif I found and I just wanted to use it xD)

“Hey Hale!” I said chuckling to myself, “Since when are we calling each other by our last names? Didn’t know that we had to be so formal. 

“Since, I was in a hurry and your last name was the first thing that came to my mind? but either way, we can have a formal or informal conversation. Whatever you please. Miss Arevir” He said while chuckling and extending his hand as to let me know that I could continue with the conversation.

 “Well, Mister Hale, as much as I like the formality of this conversation I believe that I would prefer to have an informal one. Hahaha so have you seen Stiles?he was suppose to meet me up to help me with my practice today. I said while smiling at him.

 “Actually Margaret, I am the one that will be helping you with your practice for the next following weeks. Stiles has to focus on helping Scott with...defense against the dark arts and has to get ready for the Quidditch trials himself. So he asked me if I could help you and I said I would”. He said 

“Oh, I see...but don’t you have to get ready for the Quidditch trials yourself?also,you are the captain for the Slytherin team, wouldn’t it bring you problems if you help someone that is not from your house?” I asked

“I have mostly everything ready for the trials, just have to practice a little more and no, you see, I can help any student I want before the matches start. So, as long as I am not interfering with anything from both teams I am good. I am just going to help you with the basic techniques from the positions you want to achieve”. He said 

“ Okay then, let’s do this!” I said and it didn’t took long for him to take the quaffle out and finding ourselves on our brooms practicing Quidditch.

   A few hours had passed since we had started our practice session and I had already finished my chaser section. At the moment, I was finishing my keeper section and so far I could see an improvement since I started. For I had catch the majority of the Quaffle that Derek was throwing to the goal post. This was making me feel confident in myself because it meant that I have more possibilities to obtain the position. As for the chaser position, well, I need to be faster than I am and most keep my concentration;Ironically I tend to loose my concentration while trying to localize the Quaffle. 

 “Do you need any help with putting everything to in the box?” I ask Derek

“Yes, could you hold the case while I place the quaffle in it?” He asked

“Sure” I bent down and held the case for him while looking at the details of the case.

“You did good today Are- ... Rita” he said while chuckling “Now, for the following practices I will be adding the Bludger in your Keeper section. Even though you must worry more about the Quaffle more, the Bludger will be trying to knock you out of your broom, just as any other player. Yes, Is the beaters job to keep them away from everyone and throw it at the other team. But you never know what could happen in a match so..” He said and I cut him off by saying “I need to be ready for anything”

“Exactly, also for the next practice we’ll be working with your velocity in your chaser section”. He said

“Still need to work on that” I said while sighing 

“You’ll get great it” he said encouragingly.

   As we were both on our way to the Great Hall not only to eat but in my case to meet up with my group of friend. We walked around a group of Slytherin that were giving us a look;among them there was a student named Theo Raeken. Let’s just say that he is not that found of me and my brother but out of the two of us; his issue was mostly with me. For weeks I had received offensive comments about my family and they were all coming from him. However, I was trying to ignore them and most of the time glared at him for it. 

“Look guys is the squib that keeps on trying to fit in here! Hey, squib.. or may I say Margarita,is it? how does that feel?” Theo said as the other guys just started laughing 

“Dude, she is trying to hard to pass the Quidditch trials, apparently she is so bad that the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain decided to give up on her. So, now she is being trained by Hale”. said one of the guys that was with him.

“Well, I am pretty certain that it feels way better than pretending to be or actually being an ignorant so that your little group of friends accept you. Also, is quite disappointing is to see that a group of people actually act like ignorants to be liked by you. I don’t know but to me it seems like the one that is trying to fit in, is you” I said and kept walking leaving Derek, Theo and his group of friends behind. 

“What’s with that smirk?” asked Jayne

“It seems like someone had a good Quidditch practice to me” said Osric

“How was it?” asked Jensen and Jared at the same time

“Well, my practice was quite good, I did better in the keeper section than in my chaser one but I have a good feeling that I will be great in both by the end of the practices. Also, I finally didn’t stay quiet and politely told Theo that he doesn’t intimidates me as much as he think he does. Of course, those are not the exact words but that’s the message behind of what I told him. Now, I’m starving...”

“What did Theo do?” asked Jayne

“Nothing too bad for me to not be able to handle” I said while half smiling.

“Rita, I think is best if you tell us... is being a few times already and we as your friends would like to know so that we could help you out” said Jared

“At some we are going to kick his ass, whether you tell us what he did or not” said Jensen 

“Haha fine by me but I think that for now, is not required just yet... let’s give him a chance...” I said and all of them gave me doubtful looks.

Several weeks have passed and the quidditch trials have finally came and Stiles gave us; the students that are going to be trying for the team a motivation speech that had a bit of sarcasm into it. Not longer after that the trials began and out of the two students that were trying for the keeper position, I was the first to try. Despite being a nervous wreck, I manage to do my part, at the beginning I missed the Quaffle a couple of times but as I heard my friends cheering for me in the crowd, I regained confidence in myself and started blocking them all. 

 After a half hour break, everyone switched from positions and now I was trying for the chaser position. Even though I had worked with my velocity and was much faster than I was when I first began the practice. I wasn’t as good as the other students were for that position or at least that is how I was feeling after the trials had ended. Stiles told us that he was going to be making the decisions and that he was going to have them ready in an hour. This meant that I had an hour to relax but in reality I was going to be slightly anxious about them. 

An hour later, Stiles had gather us all and said that we were all good but that of course he couldn’t select us all. As he was naming the players he had selected, he mentioned their position. I felt a bit anxious because I hadn’t heard my name but then he said “Last but no least Margarita, congratulations you are our new keeper!”. That caused me to sigh in relieve and grin as all of my team mates and I started celebrating. After we were dismissed, I went to get my things ready and was greeted by Osric, Jensen, Jayne, Lydia and Derek. I wondered where was Jared at since he had promised to be there but I immediately ignored that thought as my friends kept talking with me.

“Wow Margarita... For you to be new and basically introduce to the sport you were just brilliant. Also, Congratulations of becoming Ravenclaw’s new keeper!” said Jay as I hugged her while thanking her. 

“Dude, you were wicked that other guy didn’t have a chance against you! How did you become so good in just a few weeks? asked Osric

“Thank you and I don’t know man, I owe it all to Derek and Stiles! They were amazing trainers and if it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t have succeeded!” I said while looking and smiling at Derek

“Don’t give us all the credit, it doesn’t matter how much training a person gets if that person doesn’t have the ability and you have it in you!” said Derek

“Ha! yeah, she has the ability doesn’t she?... Come on, a daughter of a squib can’t have that much of a luck. Perhaps, one of you prepared her a Felix Felicis potion or cast some spell to make her good at it. Look Averiv, you may be a student here but you are not a real witch” said Theo 

I looked at him and walked up to where he was then said “My father may be a squib and I may not be the best. But unlike you we are wise and honest people who wouldn’t dare to cheat or do nasty things to obtain what we want. We work hard and obtain our things if we deserve them. I guess that you have never tried to do so or worse, you don’t know what that means” I said as my anger was boiling up inside me. I got closer to him and poked him as I said “I don’t need to prove you anything”

As I turned and began to walk to where my friends all were, Theo came from behind me and pulled my hair which caused me to scream and loose my balance. He took advantage of that and threw me to the nearest wall and my back made contact with it. Before I could react or do anything he grabbed me by my leg and kicked it a couple of times; breaking it. At this point the pain was unbearable and I lost consciousness, 

Jayne’s P.O.V.

“YOU FILTHY SON OF UMBRIDGE” I said as I ran to where he was and got him off of Margarita. Before he could hit me I kicked him on his groin as he hunched over, I pushed him to the ground and straddled him. At that moment I began to punch him over and over again, for he has had too much advantage of Margarita’s kindness.

(Jayne is not a werecoyote or a werewolf but this represented what is going on in the scene)

 I don’t know when it happened or how but the filthy snake punched me in the eye and stomach. However, that only made me angrier but I was stopped by Jensen who picked me up and handed me to Osric; telling him to get me to the hospital wing. Before Osric had left the place I looked over at Jensen and what I saw pleased me. He had started to beat the shit out of Theo as well; the guy just deserved it.

Jensen P.O.V.

  Despite knowing that my girl could easily beat the crap out of that guy and heal immediately, I couldn’t stand to see that useless dude hitting her. I have always dislike this guy and for many years I have wanted to kick his ass which is why now I can’t let this opportunity pass. 

“Has anyone told you that girls should be respected? huh? or are you too much of a dumbass to not understand that?” I asked him as I grabbed him by his shoulder and made him look at me. “ANSWER ME”

The next thing I know is that he gave me a cocky smile...Well, that does it.

“No, well, you asked for it” I said 

Margarita’s P.O.V

As I open my eyes were met by a bright light, slowly I started opening them and adjusting to the light as I did so. Then I realize that there were flowers and all type of candies for in front of my bed. I looked around and noticed that I was surrounded by Jayne, Osric, Jared, Stiles, Lydia, Jensen, my brother and Derek. They all had an expression of relief as they looked at me and I asked them what had happened after Theo had knocked me out. They told me that they had taken care of it and that they were going to make sure that he didn’t bother me or my brother again. According to them, I was out for two days and that Madam Pomfrey said that I could go after I had woken up. 

Some time had passed when Madam Pomfrey came back and ran some test on me. She then said that I could leave and if I felt bad that I could come back to be checked on. After that, I basically went to the Great Hall along with my friends and as soon as I ate I got to my common room. Because I did not only want to catch up with school work but I wanted to rest. Lydia, Stiles and Jared helped me to catch up and get everything done. Then at dusk, I decided to go to the Great Hall to see if I could find Jayne there.

When I got there I found Osric and he was on his way to Hadgrid’s house and I got curious since it was becoming so late I followed him. I noticed that Jayne and Jensen were there, she had given him a kiss and then he nodded. After that something started to happen and Jayne disappeared, however, a phoenix showed up.

“WOW, WHAT THE- ... WHAT JUST HAPPENED?” I asked in shock and confuse making Osric jump.

“MARGARITA! God, you scared the crap out of me!” he exclaimed while placing a hand in his chest.

“Oh my God! I am so sorry, I really didn’t mean to” I said as I gave him an apologetic smile.

“Is alright! Look, don’t tell this to anyone please!” He said.

“I promise I won’t!” I said 

“Okay, Jayne is an animagus... she can turn into a phoenix and no one except for Jensen, myself and now, you knows this!” He said

“Wicked!” I said while smiling and then I gave him a serious look and told him “I will keep her secret!” 

“Good!” 

It was a normal Saturday and mostly everybody was in Hogsmeade or doing stuff around the castle. I myself was going to meet up with my friends later on but as of now, I was to intrigued by a book that was about animagus...well, a chapter of the book. Jared and I were the only ones in our common room, he was in his dormitory and well, I was in one of our couches being a nerd. I mean, I have always found animagus interesting and now I was friends with one. In Ilvermorny I never got the chance to study them that well which was unfortunate but now I have the chance to learn more about them. Being honest, I kind of want to become one but I don’t know if I’ll be able to prepare the potion for it. Is quite complicated and there are a lot of risks...

“What are you reading?” Jared asked

“Just reading about animagus?” I casually said 

“Animagus?” He asked 

“Yeah, I have always found them fascinating but haven’t being able to study them that well!” I said 

“Hmm, I don’t think that book gives that much!” he said 

“Do you know any book that does?” I asked and he started thinking about what books I could find and bite his lip while doing so.

“I think that there are a few books that I can help you find!” He said with a grin.

“Well, tell me where and when we can go to look for them!” I said expectantly.

“The library and tonight if you can” he said 

“Of course I can Jar!” I said grinning 

“Great, I’ll be back, I am going to look for a book of mine that I want you to read!” He said and then he left. A fellow ravenclaw entered our common room and was asking me about a potion we were studying about. As I was answering I felt two arms grab me and someone pulled me back; Jared being ...Jared. 

“OH MY GOD!” I yelled as he was pulling me back and all that could be heard was his laughter. 

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Cobalt’s Visual novel/Sim date recommendations

because playing these is what i spent all valentines day doing and i don’t have anybody to talk to them about,so here- for all you vn lovers,have some recommendations you may or may not have already played!

Starting off simple.. Pacthesis games.  if you’ve been playing vn/sim dates for a while,you’ve probably played or at least heard of pacthesis. her games are fun and cute,and simpler then a lot of other vns i’v played- and actually,her games sparked my interest in the genre. her games are great if you are just getting into sim dates,or want something small just to pass time. (my fave is number days- so personally,i recommend playing that first)

Next up, Halloween otome at the moment,this is my absolute favorite vn. the story beings when you,the main character,wins a contest and gets to take part in a Halloween costume party event for celebrities. while participating in the event,which is done in the form of a story and many fun little mini games to play,you can fall in love with one of your three team mates. personally,i found all the characters very endearing,and i have played this game over again many many times. the art is very good,and i’m very excited for synokoria’s next game~ Autumn’s journey is another personal fave of mine.  the story is centered around a wannabe knight named Auralee,and her adventures with two dragons-turned-human,named Kerr and Ilmari. the story is very easy to fall in love with,an interesting fantasy world with lovable character’s- and who doesn’t love dragons?? this game centers more around friendship,though each character has a romance ending,which i thought was really cute. the art is absolutely adorable,and the story had me in tears by the end- definitely give this one a play if you like vn’s~

Aloners waking up in a post apocalyptic world with no memories is quite upsetting. even more so when the first person you see if holding a gun in your face. aloners is an interesting game,with a story that revolves around surviving in a world that’s trying to kill you and falling in love with your sole companion. one of my fave things about this game is how you can sort of define who your main character is on your own. it feels like a bit of a longer game fist time around,but i’d definitely give this one a go. i really got into the story,and grew very fond of trash,the main/persuadable character~ Backstage pass unlike the previous games,backstage pass is not a free game. however,i personally think the price is pretty worth it (if you can get it on sale then definitely go for it,haha) the story stars Sian,a makeup artist and college student,who happens to be best friends with Adam Eaton- a talented musician and singer. during their first few days at college,sians father falls and injures himself. the game involves making friends with other stars (such as a model named Matthew,and an actor named john) while trying to make enough money to survive off of. the stat raising gets a bit stressful at times,but i found that after my first play i could figure them out pretty easily. the at is very nice,it has an animated into and ending,and is voiced. all in all,backstage pass is a pretty great game in my eyes- i’ve played it several times,though since it takes longer to play,i haven’t found myself finishing the friendship endings just yet... Nusantara let me start off by saying- bird people and lizard people. Nusantara stars Tamara,a girl who’s being forced to move in with her uncle. while waiting for him to pick her up,she comes across a talking bird and follows it. She meets a strange women in an alley way,and falls into her adventure alice in wonder land style- and then almost drowns. out of all of these games,nusantara has one of my favorite stories,and i played this game from beginning to end without stopping,i was so in love with it. the characters are all interesting,though let me just give a small trigger warning for some sensitive themes during parts of the game (mainly suicide mention and self harm) its a very interesting game with beautiful art,that i highly recommend. i’m very excited for this creators upcoming game,as well! a2 ~a due~ one of the first ones i played,a2 holds a special place in my heart. it’s a cute,simple game about the love of music and overcoming language barriers. the game features Sona song,a rocker who’s father has passed on after years of not talking to him. much to her annoyance,she inherits his orchestra. while she’s not very interested and would rather slack off,she meets Hao- a Chinese man who’s determined to whip the orchestra into shape. the game has a friendship and romance ending,plus some extra surprises for finishing everything~

My favorite match to quote the synopsis, ”After her heart's been shattered by the man she'd loved for years, the protagonist is approached by a young man offering his services as a matchmaker to help restore her faith in love.” that really is the easiest way to sum this one up! its simple and cute,and hey- kinda perfect to play on valentines day~ the art is adorable,and the story is simple and pleasant. pick this one up if you want something more chill~

Magicial otoge ciel part of a series that’s still in production,magical otoge ciel is a simple game,with really one deciding point for the route you get on. it follows Ciel,a princess who just wants to explore and go on adventures,and her partners- Florien and Anton,her royal guards and a man named Yvin who is..well,i’ll let you figure that one out yourself. it is a very cute and pure game,and managed to bring a dopey grin to my face. the art style is very pretty,and the game is packed with humor and puns~ if you like this game- give Magical Otoge Anholly a try too! but uh,be ready to cry.

Locked heart a ‘goldilocks and the three bears’ and ‘Beauty and the beast’ inspired story,Locked heart is based around Aura- an outgoing girl who stumbles into the cured d’lockes house while trying to avoid a storm,and accidentally gets wrapped up in the lives of the house,and reversing the curse. its a fairly short game,but super endearing in my opinion~

RE: Alistair++ made by sake visual- the creators of backstage pass,though it was made long before it. this is another one of my first plays,and though i haven’t replayed it in a while,when i first found it i played it again and again for hours on end.  the story begins when merui,the main character,gets fed up with a jerk in an MMO. after discovering he goes to her school,she makes a bet on finding him. there are three possible suspects. Shiro,a kind of quiet classmate that shes never really spoken with. Travis,a grumpy guy who spends a lot of time in the computer lab. and Derek,an outgoing,popular basketball player. the art in this game is a little old,compared with their new stuff,and if i remember right the stat raising is a bit more annoying- but its still a very good play~

Hustle cat i. love this one. i honestly do- and not just because the main character shares a first name with me,though that IS rare~ before getting into the story,let me just say that this game is not free. however,it features the option to choose you appearance and pronouns (you can even change them mid game play!) the art is very very cute,and i grew very attached to all of the main characters very quickly. like in autumns journey,i really felt the kind of warm,friendship feeling between the main characters which i love. the story line is very interesting,and has a lot of magic to it. i don’t really wanna spoil anything for this one,but the price is really worth it. <3

Lucky rabbit reflex! i’ll begin by saying that the art is..not great. if that bothers you,you may want to skip this one- especially since it’s not free. HOWEVER,if you can put that aside- i personally found the characters,humor,and story quite interesting. i’ve played every single route,and can say i was honestly really happy with them. the stat raising is a bit harder then RE: alistair and Backstage pass,but its not a game breaker for me.

Mystic messenger if you like sim date games and haven’t played mystic messenger,go on your phone and download it because it is...so good. it kinda ruined my life?? but i will say,make sure you have time- because this game requires attention at random points during the day for 11 days.

Heart baked i’m..almost not sure how to explain this one? look it just kinda is what it is and its very cute. give it a look.

April was a fool i’m going to quote the synopsis again for this one,because it does it much more justice then i could off the bat “Two years ago, six heroes rose to stop an Evil Overlord from taking over the world. They were honored as World-Class Heroes for their efforts. When a new threat appears, His Majesty King of Castle City calls upon these same Heroes once again. However - for tragic reasons, only five of them are available.Faced with the reality that admitting to the king why one person isn't there would be too difficult, the Heroes approach May, a young girl who is just starting her first job to raise money for school, for help. Soon, she's whisked away with them to battle Dragons, inner demons, and the occasionally pushy suitor on a journey to vanquish Evil and save the world.” it has very bright,cute and shiny art and endearing characters. i believe there is a paid version in the works,but for now it is free and i highly recommend this one.

and finally.. Hatoful boyfriend date birbs. just do it. this game costs,so if its worth it or depends on..how much you want to date birbs. bonus! Animal lover this just came out today,and it took me all day to play one route- but goodness..i adored it so much. it has a similar vibe to hustle cat in a way,and i was enthralled in the story the whole time i was playing. the art is amazing and the characters are fantastic. i feel as though i can’t give a full review yet,but give this one a try with me if you like~ heads up though,this is not a free game. it also contains some nudity.  Thanks for reading! i hope i’ve given you something new to enjoy. if you play any of these and wanna come yell about them with me,please feel free,hahaha

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