#derek x black reader

[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 13: Alpha

Derek and Sam rushed to the hospital where she met face to face with Melissa.

"Sam! What're you doing here? Are you okay?", she rushed. Sam nodded, giving her a hug.

"I'm fine. I just heard about Lydia. Is she okay?", Sam asked. Melissa gave her a weird look. "You're worried about Lydia?"

Sam frowned. "Am I not allowed to be? She's in the hospital!"

Melissa smiled. "What even happened?", Sam asked, feigning innocence.

"You didn't hear? It was all over town. Some animal attacked her. Mountain lion, they think."

"Mountain lion?", Sam asked, "those things are back again?"

"Appears so."

"That's a shame…", Sam smiled. "so Lydia, where is her room?"

"Visiting hours are over kiddo, sorry."

"Please…", Sam gave her a pout. Melissa sighed and looked around.

"Go.", she said.  The girl grinned. "Room 103 right down the hall and to the left. First door on your left."

"I'll only be a minute!", Sam called, rushing to Lydia's room. She looked in through the large window. Lydia laid asleep in her bed with an oxygen mask around her nose and mouth. Her hands were completely still on top of the blanket.

She wasn't dead, but dammit if she wasn't close.

Her skin looked sickly pale and her lightened red hair looked faded.

Even out of it, she looked beautiful…

Sam sighed, shaking her head as she walked in. She looked at her for a moment, scanning her collarbone before her eyes widened.

Everything changed in a second.

The once peaceful looking Lydia was now torn open, her blood splattered everywhere, all over the room walls.

Her eyes were open and blank and her cheeks looked sunken in.

Sam backed away as she looked at the blood splattered wall that seemed to spell out words like someone had dragged their finger into it.

You're next.

She panted and squeezed her eyes shut, and only opened her eyes to hear a steady beep of Lydia's heart monitor.

The room looked normal again. Not bloody or horrifying.

Normal… 

Sam sighed, placing a hand over her heart. What the hell was that shit?

She turned around and jumped at the sight of Derek staring at her outside the window. She frowned at him as she left the room.

"You okay?", he asked. Sam crossed her arms. "Can you not do that? You're gonna sneak up on the wrong person and get clocked. Let's go."

He rolled his eyes and followed her out of the hospital, dropping her back at her house.

Sam got properly dressed and grabbed her bag.

She pulled out her phone and looked at the time.

9:34am

"Shit, I'm late.", she says and Derek watches her run around getting ready.

"Where is Stiles?", Sam muttered, shooting him a text.

"Had to get to school early. Lots of police stuff going on concerning Kate. SYL.", he responded.

She rolled her eyes. "This boy…" she groaned, shoving her phone into her jean pocket.

"Take the car.", Derek said and threw her the key.

She caught it and looked at him "You sure?"

"I've got scoping stuff to do. Go before I change my mind."

Sam grinned, fist pumping the air and running out of the house.

"Don't crash my car!", he called after they left.

"I got it!", she replied, and sped off.

Catching up with Stiles, she slapped the back of his head. "Thanks for picking me up, Stillinski."

He smiled sheepishly. "My bad."

The day didn't go so bad, aside from the constant mumbles of Kate being killed and how bad everyone felt for Allison and hints of Lydia in the hospital.

No one knew anything and it kinda relieved Sam.

"I've been thinking about your plan.", Scott said as he and Stiles got back to Sam's room.

"Now, you're thinking?", Sam sarcastically asked. 

"You're late.", Derek said from her desk, reading a book, finally getting up and leaving.

"What's his problem?", Scott asked, confused.

"Well, he's got anger issues, he's—"

"Stiles.", Sam warned. He kissed his teeth, plopping on her bed.

"What's his problem? Other than the obvious.", Stiles asked.

"Alpha stuff. You guys were supposed to be here a while ago.", she says, pointing to her digital clock on the wall.

5:15 pm. 

"Sorry, we had a stop to make.", Stiles pointedly said towards Scott who looked away sheepishly. 

"A stop? For what--", her eyes widened in understanding. "Allison…"

The boys nodded simultaneously.

"So I'm taking it that she's getting used to the whole werewolf thing now."

"Yeah." Scott replaced Derek's position at her desk. "So, back to thinking about your plan…"

"Yeah, no."

"There's no other choice! You're not sacrificing yourself!", Scott exclaimed. Sam sighed harshly.

She was ready to be bait if it meant Scott and Derek could take down Peter. She never said she planned on dying. But she saw where he's coming from. He hadn't seen her in two days and he didn't wanna risk it again.

"Fine.", she replied, "then my only choice is to get out of town. But I don't know if that's gonna work since we still have to go to school."

"No.", they responded simultaneously.

"Do you know how frustrating this is? I have to either listen to you and risk losing my life or not listen to you and I still risk losing my life."

"Regardless, your plan's not happening, Sam.", Scott told me.

Sam sighed and laid back against her bed. "Fine. Whatever."

Scott left Stiles and Sam after a while and they spent time watching tv until 10 hit. Her mom had came home, waving at Stiles and giving them a hug before she walked upstairs, letting them know they could eat whatever as she slept.

"You haven't eaten yet. Aren't you hungry?", Stiles spoke up.

"No, I'm not hungry.", Sam shook her head, still staring at the tv.

She didn't know if she wanted to eat. Not with everything happening. Something as mundane as eating bothered her while Peter was just out there planning her demise.

"So what are your thoughts on Derek?", Stiles asked suddenly. 

"Why are you bringing him up?", she asked. He shrugged. "You haven't said much and out of all of us, you were the most affected by him leaving us."

Sam frowned. He was right in a way. She was hurt. She didn't know why, though. She wanted him to stay. She wanted him to reassure her that everything was okay. He could only do so much.

"We just haven't heard from him for so long, y'know? With him teaming up with Peter and then helping me… Peter knows...I'm just scared."

"I feel you."

"So, you trust him now?"

Sam nodded. "Do you?"

"Eh, I'm not sure yet. I just went with what he said to do. I mean, even with him being with Peter, it was kinda off. Did he tell you everything that happened?", Stiles asked.

Sam nodded.

"He wasn't mad at you or trying to leave you, y'know. He said it was hard to do that.", Stiles confessed before his phone rang. "Speak of the devil.", he muttered, showing his phone to her before answering.

"Yes, Sourwolf.", he answered. She could hear Derek's muffled fussing and smiled at Stiles' expression.

"I didn't hear a please!", he yelled and pulled his phone back to see that Derek had hung up. He sighed and pouted. "He's such an ass."

"Let's go.", he sighed, getting up and pulling out his keys.

"Go where?"

"Derek's."

"Why doesn't he just drive here?"

"Derek's on official Alpha business so it looks like I'm on Sammy duty so I'm dragging you to his house before he rips my throat out.", Stiles gave her a sarcastic grin before leading her out of the house.

Thankfully her mom was sleep so they didn't disturb her too much as they left.

He had walked out of the house first and made sure the coast was clear. Sam rolled her eyes, walked out of the house and locked the door.

"You're supposed to wait for the all clear.", the boy whined.

Sam grinned as they walked to Stiles' jeep, immediately hopping inside. The streets were dark and empty, no cars in sight.

"We don't know what to do about Lydia.", Stiles said as they drove.

"She'll be fine.", Sam says, giving him a reassuring smile. "Derek said that he's never seen this before.", Stiles shook his head.

"She's Lydia. She'll pull through. Maybe the dye in her head will help.", Sam says, rolling her eyes. 

"You know if she turns you're still going to have to be friends with her.", he says.

"Shut up."

Stiles' Jeep suddenly forcefully jerked forward as it felt like something hit it. Stiles slammed his foot on the break and they were lurched forward and then slammed back into their seats.

"What the hell was that?", Sam looked at him before looking at the road. There was nothing in the street in front his car, just a long, dark, narrow road surrounded by forest.

"Something hit my Jeep." Stiles' hands were tightened around the steering wheel. "Crap, what if I hit an animal or something?", he whimpered. 

"Or something? There's literally nothing there, your raggedy ass Jeep just burned out. It was about time!"

"Hey! Don't insult the baby.", he whined, snapping at her. "Seriously, if I dented it because I hit an animal, I'm dead."

"Yeah because one dent would make a difference to the other hundreds you've caused.", Sam says, rolling her eyes. 

Stiles unbuckled his seat belt and reached for the door handle. Sam quickly grabbed him. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Uh, there was something in the street, I hit it. I'm making sure the front of my car isn't dented?", Stiles got out of the car and Sam did the same. They walked over to the front of his car. He bent down to examine the damage.

"Aw, what the hell is this?", Stiles groaned, examining a dent on the front. Sam sighed and walked back to her side.

He whined and Sam turned around to scold him. "It's not even that serious, Sti.", Sam says, turning around and widening her eyes at the sight of Peter who smirked back at her.

"Fuck…", she muttered, trembling. 

She couldn't scream. She couldn't warn Stiles. Hell, he couldn't do nothing. He could get killed. 

Peter grabbed her head, his claws prickling into her neck and shoved it against the metal of Stiles' car. Sam blacked out the moment her head made the impact.

Stiles jumped at the sound of the impact, trying to figure out why his Jeep shook. He stood up straight. "Why're you putting more dents in it?", he started as he walked over to her side, only to see she wasn't there.

His heart dropped. How could he have left her out of his sight so quick??

He quickly called Scott, panicked that their best friend was taken just under his nose.

He glanced at the dent in the front of his Jeep in realization. Peter planned this... He waited... He knew Stiles wouldn't have been able to fight back...

Stiles' clenched his fist as he let out a loud "Fuck!".

Sam woke up in the middle of the woods. No where was familiar and she immediately panicked.

"Finally.", she heard a voice behind her. She turned around to see Peter smiling at her. His red orbs stared directly at her with vicious intent.

"You fucking pissant.", she sneered, backing away from him. He didn’t look fazed. He wasn't listening to her. He was the predator, she was his prey.

She continued stepping back. “I finally have you. You’re going to be a part of my pack, whether you like it or not.”, he threatened. His hands reached for her and flinched, but he shoved her back to the ground. "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."

“You got what you wanted, Kate’s dead, now get the hell on!”, Sam yelled, backing away.

His eyes turned back to their blue color as he shook his head no. "Just imagine being part of my pack, being a werewolf! You'll be perfect, so much better. I'm not a bad man, Samantha. I'm helping you. The bite is a gift."

"Well, I don't want it.”, Sam declined.

"Oh, Samantha. Hasn’t anyone ever told you that you can’t return gifts?" He quickly took her arm in his hand and brought her wrist to his lips. Just before he could bite, she swung her fist into his face, making him growl and pull away.

She shoved her foot into his knee and ran.

Peter let out a loud roar that shook the setting. This sucked so much.

Derek wasn’t here. Stiles wasn’t here. Scott wasn’t here. She was gonna die... Or be turned. It was a lose-lose regardless.

"There's no point in running!", Peter roared behind her. She had no chance in the woods. This was his advantage. She needed to find a road. It was hard to do that, though, running so fast through the dark green forest only lit by whatever light the moon gave.

She hoped Stiles hurried and told the other two that she was taken. It’d help a lot right now!

Sam let out a shout as she was dragged down. She tried to grab onto whatever she could as Peter pulled her toward him.

She screamed as his claws punctured into her skin. He flipped her over, growling at her as he hovered over her face. His face was totally wolfed out, his red eyes pierced her and his mouth was full of fangs.

He leaned down as his claws held her down, finally biting her side. A loud scream escaped her as she threw her head back in pain. She kicked him off of her once more, stumbling to her feet and running again.

How could this have gone so wrong so quickly? What the hell... 

Suddenly, she was grabbed from behind, an arm wrapping around her waist and mouth. Sam yelled in pain as the arm around her waist pressed into the bite wound and she bit onto the hand that covered her mouth. The person quickly turned around and she was met with Scott’s golden eyes. “It’s me! It’s me, stop!”, he hushed her.

He caught her dizziness and got her up, carrying her on his back and took off. The bite was already settling in. Pain spread to her stomach and she almost felt nauseous as Scott ran.

They eventually entered some clearing. Scott looked around as he backed away from where they came from.

Suddenly they were tackled down, and Scott was thrown away from Sam. Someone pulled her into their arms and she looked up to see Stiles’ panicked face.

"Hey, hey, I got you.", he comforted her. Through her teary, blackening vision she watched as Scott and another figure fought Alpha Peter.

She took in the sight of Derek’s electric blue eyes, full of anger and hate. Peter roared as Derek slashed his side with his claws. Stiles left to grab something which caught Scott’s attention.

"Now!", Scott roared. Stiles had thrown the glass object at Peter, and out of nowhere an arrow shot it right at Peter.

Derek and Scott evaded the blast of fire that exploded right when the arrow hit the contaminants of the glass. The fire engulfed Peter as he swiped, roared, and finally fell, reverting back to his human form.

Stiles rushed over to Sam, trying to help her up. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...", he whispered in her hair as he held her close.

The fire finally calmed down which revealed a charred Peter. They looked to where the arrow was shot from and saw Allison Argent, kneeling on the ground with a bow in her hands.

Scott ran to her side, keeping her protected. Derek began making his way over to his uncle, hands clenched in tight fists. He stretched a leg over and stood over Peter's body. He kneeled down pulling Peter up by his burnt body.

"Wait! You said the cure comes from the one you bit you! Derek, if you do this, she’ll be stuck like this forever! We had a deal!", Scott shouted.

Derek didn’t say anything but Peter chuckled gravelly. "It's already…. Done. No need to keep… me here. You've already...decided."

Derek stared at his uncle with rage. "I can smell it on you!", Peter yelled. Derek began shaking in anger and he lifted his hand.

"Wait, no, no, don't!", Scott pleadingly yelled. Sam looked away as Derek's claws slashed through his uncle's throat. Peter choked then slumped.

Behind Stiles, she could see Chris Argent standing far behind Allison, a bow and arrows in his hands. He was looking at Derek, then to Sam. He glanced at the bite in her side, his eyes hardening.

"I'm the Alpha now.", Derek said, deeply as his eyes changing to a bright red as he glared at them.

"What did you do!?", Scott cried. "How could you?" Derek's red eyes glanced at Sam then at the bite in her side. Realization flashed through his eyes. Peter had finally gotten what he wanted but died for it.

"Sam…", she heard Stiles say. Her loud silence confirmed his questioning as his face contorted in anger and sadness before snapping his attention to Derek. “You prick!”, he yelled.

Sam started shaking, hiding her face in Stiles’ shirt. She couldn’t go back to being normal. Her life was practically over. She couldn’t bring this back home.

What would her mom think? Would she kick her out? Sell her to people who'd want to make experiments...?

"How could you do this!? She was supposed to kill him if she got bit!", Scott yelled as he stormed over to Derek. She couldn't have done it anyways. She's never killed someone, much less kill someone to save her own life. 

"He had to go.", Derek mumbled, blankly. "He had to be stopped."

"So how exactly do you think either of us are going to get cured?", Scott pointed at Sam and him.

"You don't.", Derek replied. His response left Scott angry and almost speechless. 

Scott huffed. "If she dies, this is on you."

"She won't.", Derek declared as Scott's face pinched up before he ran over to Sam and Stiles.

Sam could barely hear the boys' profused apologies, she was passing out again. 

The only thing she can remember is the lightened part of Derek’s face that faced her as he looked at her with a sympathetic look before she passed out.

Sam looked around in the woods. She was alone. At this point she really hoped she was. Peter was killed. She saw that. But... 

“You let him get to you…”, she heard someone whisper. It sounded like a woman. “It’s a miracle you’re not dead yet, although, that would be thanks to me.”

Sam turned around to see bright golden eyes. A woman in a black, sheer gown stood before her. Actually, she was levitating. She gave the girl a smile as she came towards Sam. “I doubt you want to stay here any longer. So we’ll be talking later.”

She turned away from her. “W-Wait!” She stopped and looked at Sam over her shoulder. Her gaze was so intimidating. Heavy. Intense.

“W-Who are you…?”, Sam asked. She gave her a smile. “You'll know soon my child.”

Sam woke up abruptly, instantly groaning as she felt the pain in her side. She looked down and lifted her shirt, revealing a gauze wrapped around her torso. She could see the red patch in the middle of the gauze.

She sighed. She really was bit. Nothing was gonna change that now. She got up and walked downstairs to see Stiles eating an apple and Scott sitting next to him. “Good morning~”, Stiles said with a tired smile.

No Derek... 

"Stiles, shut up.", Scott mumbled, rubbing his temples. “Someone has to be perky this morning.”, Stiles said. He pointed to a box of doughnuts on the table. "Want some food?"

Sam looked at the box and her stomach immediately turned. She covered her mouth and ran to a nearby bathroom, hurriedly dropping to her knees and emptying her stomach’s contents.

She whined to herself as she spat out bits of her bile before Scott and Stiles ran into the bathroom. She lightly pressed a hand on her bitten side as it burned as well as her throat.

Did Scott have to deal with this…? He seemed perfectly fine. He was up and running like it was no body’s business.

She sighed as she wiped her mouth, leaning against the wall. "You’re not pregnant, are you?", Stiles asked, bewildered.

Scott and Sam looked at him, irritated. "I'm not pregnant!", she rasped from the floor, feeling nauseous again. "Something's seriously wrong, though.", Scott said. Sam nodded.

"Of course Derek wouldn’t be here when something happens. So, let's see it.", Stiles sighed, frustrated.

"See what?", Sam asked, confused.

"Your “non-existent” bite. It must have healed already.", Stiles responded.

"Uh, no, it’s burning right now.", she says, coughing.

"It took a few more hours longer than this, so… wait a little.", Scott said.

"Can you get up?", Stiles asked. Sam sighed and eased herself from the tile floor. She looked back at the contents in the toilet. It was black. Like she just threw up a dark, toxic wasteland. She flushed everything down and walked with them into the kitchen, washing her hands and rinsing her mouth out.

She plopped on the couch, grabbing a couch pillow and holding it against her. “Go home, you two.”, she says, tiredly. 

Stiles sat on the floor while Scott sat beside her.

"We're not leaving you. We'll be with you through every step of this just like you were for me, yeah?", Scott reassured her and Sam nodded.

Stiles placed the back of his hand over her forehead, "You sure you're okay? You didn't look too good back there."

She hummed, enjoying his cold hand. “I’m okay. Promise."

"So what do you prefer, Revenge of The Sith or the Notebook?", Scott held up two dvd’s in his hands. Sam looked at Stiles, unamused. “I didn’t know what to get!”, he cried, shrugging.

Sam sighed. “Star Wars, please.”

So the trio finished watching the two and a half hour movie. The boys had ate the rest of the donuts and stayed, playing a MK game as she watched. Sam smiled and sighed, fading in and out of consciousness. 

Sam tapped Scott, “Do you know when Derek's coming back?" He checked his phone. "Soon. At least he said soon."

Sam sighed, slowly sitting up as they finished a round. “I’m gonna go wash up.”, she says and they nodded.

Sam rolled her eyes as she unwrapped the gauze. Everything else seemed to have healed but the bite. She sighed and looked for a first aid kit she had and took it out before getting washed up.

Washing up was taking longer since this bite was in the way. Minutes passed by and she got a text from Scott. Call me if you start feeling…not human.

She closed her eyes before frowning at the feel of something dripping out of her nose. She wiped her nose to see a black substance on the back of her hand.

She looked at the bite as it had also leaked black. The water below her went from soapy white water to soapy black foam.

Sam kept wiping her face until she just turned off the water, stepped out of the shower with a towel and washed her face in the sink. 

Sam sighed as the black substance finally stopped flowing. She let out another breath and looked down at her bite as it dripped from being wet.

She wiped it up and dried it before dressing the wound and finally getting dressed comfortably.

She wasn't sure if she should've told Scott…

Sam sighed as she laid onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. What the hell was this… 

Why did she feel so sick…? What was up with the bleeding??

Her thoughts ran so much and so loud that she didn't notice Derek had rushed into her room. She glanced at him as he seemed to calm down.

She gives him a small smile. "Hi.", she says.

"You're sick.", he says, walking over to her. Before she could get a word out, he fixed her with a knowing look. "Don't lie to me. Scott told me what happened."

She waved him off. "So what? I caught a fever or something. Big whoop."

"The bite hasn't healed yet.", he says, suddenly. She looked at him then looked at her shirt that covered her bite. "How'd you…" 

Derek rolled his eyes. "Werewolf. I can tell. It can take longer for some people."

Derek took in her state. She looked exhausted and sick. She was barely under her blankets so he assumed she had a fever. The bite was taking a toll on her. One he wasn't prepared to see again.

Derek sat himself at her desk. In silence, he stared at her solemnly. "I'm…I'm sorry."

Sam's eyes widened a bit as he apologized. "I tried to do everything in my power to stop it.", he explained.

"I know you did, I appreciate it anyways. He was just too strong.", she says, giving him a weak smile. He didn't return it, leaving the seat at her desk and sat by her bed.

"You don't have to worry about him anymore.", he said, placing the back of his hand on her forehead. She felt cold, but since she was clammy from the shower and the AC blowing in her room, his hand was a contrast. It felt good.

She hummed as his hand slid to her cheek, his fingertips lightly grazing her skin. "You'll feel better once you turn, you wont be sick anymore.", Derek determined softly.

"I don't want to turn.", she softly frowned at him. He looked at her, his own frown showing a hint of sadness.

"I'm scared. I don't know what to do. How can I even tell my mom…? I don't want her to find me one day and I don't have control over myself or something on the news of something dying and it being my fault.", she hoarsed.

"I'll help you through it. I promised.", he said as he cupped her cheek and she smiled a bit. "You did."

She covered his hand with hers, her frown appearing again. "Aren't the Argents gonna kill me?" Derek frowned at her question.

"I won't let them. And I doubt Scott will let it happen neither.", he said. She hummed and nodded, feeling sleepy again. Derek took notice and talked about nonsense enough to make sure she was having her rest.

Her heartbeat didn't slow down enough to worry him, but enough to make sure that she was really sleeping and not dying.

He really hoped she wasn't. He'd never hear the end of it from the two boys and he'd never forgive himself.

"Samantha..." A familiar voice whispered. Sam woke up abruptly.

She looked around her room to find it empty. Her heart raced as she sat up and looked at her door. Who called her…?

"Samantha..." 

She felt light all of a sudden. Nothing hurt anymore. If anything, it felt like nothing. Like all her senses were gone but her sight.

"Let's go, Samantha.", the voice urged as she walked downstairs silently. 

She saw the tv was on in the living room and she could see Derek asleep on the couch.

She snuck past him, making her way out of the house and onto the silent, empty street.

Was she... sleepwalking? Spirit walking???

She couldn't remember which was what. 

"Just a little bit longer, Samantha, we're almost there.", the voice encouraged as she continued down the street and walked to an unfamiliar part of the woods.

"Just a little more...", she heard before she felt someone yank her back, making her take in a gasp. "What the hell are you doing?" Derek's voice made her look at him in shock.

She looked around as he looked at her. What the hell?

This wasn't a dream? It wasn't.

She definitely walked here… but why?? She looked into the trees, trembling. What the hell was that...? Who was calling her?

Derek frowned as he took in her fast paced heartbeat and picked her up.

"Derek…", she whimpered, panicking. His eyebrows furrowed in worry. "Hey, hey, calm down."

She couldn't stop hyperventilating as Derek led her out of the woods, pausing to try and calm herself himself but the shortness of her breath caused her to black out slowly.

Sam's eyes slowly lifted open, as she let out a breath.

Her body felt loose. Relaxed even. Was she okay? She felt okay.

Was she allowed to be okay??

What's--

She looked down at her clothing, immediately sitting up as she heard the increasing beeping of a heart monitor.

She was in a hospital??? Derek took her to the hospital?

She looked up as Deaton walked into the room. "Morning.", he said, smiling.

"Morning…?", Sam replied, suspiciously as she looked at the syringe in his hand.

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay. What're you doing with that?", she asked, her eyes never leaving the needle in his hands.

Deaton chuckled at her subtle panicking and gave a sigh. "You got attacked by an animal."

She frowned in confusion. "An animal? What are you talking about--"

"It was the same thing that happened to Lydia Martin, such a shame, isn't it?", he asked, as she caught on.

"Yeah…", she says, her shoulders dropping. 

"Derek Hale found you in the woods last night, wandering around disoriented.", he says.

Sam nodded. "So, I'm not dying?"

"No.", Deaton smiled. "Then I turned?", she frowned.

"No.", he says, bluntly. Sam looked at him in confusion. "I – what?"

"You didn't turn. It's been a little over 40 hours since you received the bite. It's still there and you're still…human.", he confirmed, quietly. 

Sam shook her head. "Derek said there was no other option. You turn or die, there was no in between. You seen something like this before?"

"No, I've only heard of it."

"In who?", she asked, raising an eyebrow. Deaton took a deep breath before letting it out through his nose.

"Lydia Martin." Her eyes widened. 

"Neither of us turned?"

"But you reacted differently, as well as she. She was rejecting the bite as if she was allergic. Your body was rejecting the bite as if you were sick and dying…but it just never happened. Lydia's body has calmed down from the allergy, but she hasn't awoken yet so we're not fully sure if she's turned. Though the bite is still there, so maybe she's delayed."

"I don't understand."

"None of us do."

"Where are boys?", Sam asked. 

"Scott? Waiting room. Derek? Pursuing his new Alpha duties, but he's been in here most of the night."

"And Stiles?"

"After hearing the all clear for you, he ran straight for Lydia Martin's room."

"What'd you put in my IV?", Sam asked, glancing at the syringe in his hand.

"Stuff to help your body with the bite. Anti-werewolf magic.", he whispered with a grin.

"Well, whatever it is, I feel like I could walk on water.", she say, rolling her shoulders.

"Well they did give you medicine to treat the bite, so you can go home.", he says, making her cheer silently.

"I'm so done with hospitals.", Sam says, smiling. 

"Before you go, I just wanted to talk to you about something." Deaton sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah?" He looked at her with a slight worried look in his eyes. 

"Derek. He's an Alpha now, he took over Peter's position, so you need to be careful of him and observe his behavior. He's stronger now, more powerful. But he's going to need a pack. Just like Peter tried to grow his, and Derek will try too. Not with you, if he can help it, but with others.", he warned. 

Sam's eyebrows furrowed at the thought of Derek just going around biting people. He, of all people, warned her and Scott of the danger of just biting people, so it'd be hypocritical on his part if he did it.

"I'll watch out.", she told the older man.

Sam sighed and stretched with a smile as Scott pulled into her driveway. 

"Thanks again for taking me home, Scotty.", Sam says, ruffling his hair. "You're full of energy today.", he noted, smiling. "I'm just glad you're okay. You were scaring me yesterday."

"Yeah, me too.", she says. "I told Derek it had to have been a fever. I'm back to normal as can be."

Though she had a feeling that wouldn't last. Best not to break Scott's happy spirit.

"Yeah… you sure you don't want me to stick around? You know, to make sure you're fully okay?", he asked.

She chuckled, unbuckling herself. "If you stick around any longer, I might have to headbutt you.", she joked as she got out. He chuckled.

"After all, you need to go check on Allison.", she teased, making the apples of his cheeks turn rosey.

He smiled. "Yeah, yeah." She smiled at him, "Seeya, Scott.", she says, before closing the door and walking to her house, entering the empty house. She sighed as she closed the door. It was hard keeping all this mess from her mom.

While she was out back and forth from work, Sam was out in danger time and time again, right under her nose.

She walked over to the kitchen finding a snack to eat, finally feeling hungry. As she ate, she didn't feel as nauseous which helped her worries a lot.

But one popped up as she heard a knock on her door. She sighed and walked over to the door, peeking through the peephole before opening it for Derek.

"Hey.", he says, as he walks inside. "Hello to you too.", she says, closing the door.

"Done with your new Alpha business?", she asked.

"Yes.", he replied, sitting at the table with her.

"Well good. Kinda thought you were done with us.", she says, joking. He didn't like that. 

"What happened last night?", he asked, frowning at her. "I don't know," she shrugged. He leaned back in his seat.

"I just wanna know. One minute you were sleep, I was sleep, and then the next I found you walking towards the woods and ignoring me on the way.", he explained.

"Ignoring you?", Sam asked, confused.

"You just kept on walking like I wasn't even behind you.", he says. 

She looked down. "I did see you sleeping on the couch but I thought I was dreaming. Hell, I thought I was sleepwalking. I couldn't feel or hear a thing but this voice in my head telling me to go to the woods. For what, I don't know."

"A voice? When did you start hearing this voice? Why didn't you say anything?", he ordered. She looked at him in confusion. What was she supposed to say? If she told this to anyone else, they'd find her crazy.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Derek. One thing happened, I ended up in the hospital and now I'm here and fine. Can you try not to be a hardass or whatever for one minute.", she argued.

He sighed through his nose, shaking his head. "Fine."

She sighed as well, looking over at him, unsure. "Can't you be happy that I haven't died or turned yet? I don't know what's going on but I know I'm okay. Aren't you relieved?"

His face softened and he sighed again. "I am. You… you worried me last night. I didn't know what the hell you were doing or going. I had no clue. Being alpha was the only thing I focused on and you are also my objective to stay focused on, but I didn't know what to do."

She stood up and walked over to him. She walked behind him to give him a hug. "I'm okay. Really. I'm sorry I've been worrying you guys. I was so focused on getting Scott some help and trying to get rid of Peter that I didn't realize the hurt and stress I caused. I'm sorry, Derek."

He patted her arm, rubbing his thumb along her covered skin. "Can you at least let me know when you have these weird feelings you get? That way, I'd know to come to you. No matter what it is."

She smiled. "Promise."

The next few hours, Sam got a panicked text from Stiles. He was at the hospital, only leaving for a couple of minutes and returned to see that Lydia had gone missing. Naked.

She disappeared from the hospital without a trace and now all of Beacon Hills Police Department was scouring the entire county looking for the undressed redhead.

Stiles even pressed his friends to do so as well.

Leave it up to Lydia to work up Stiles' nerves. When he panicked, it's way worse than when he's on Adderall.

Sam sighed as Stiles' jeep came up to her house. She put on some shoes and opened the door. The passenger door opened and Scott stuck his head out, letting her know that they needed to go.

"Any hits?", Sam asked, hopping in. Stiles sped down the road. 

"No.", Allison replied with a sigh. That's right, Lydia was her friend. She still felt off about the Argent daughter as she teetered her trust as well.

But she felt bad. Just a little.

"If she's turning, they won't kill her right?", Stiles frantically asked Allison.

"I don't know, they won't tell me anything. All they said was they'd talk after Kate's funeral when the others get here.", Allison explained, sadly.

Sam rolled her eyes. Should she really have a funeral…? What about the Hale family who didn't have proper funerals?

"What others?", Sam asked. If there were more Argents, that'd really faltered her trust. 

"I-I don't know. They won't tell me that either.", she said, frustrated.

"Wow, okay your family has some serious communication issues to work out.", Stiles says and turns his attention to Scott. "Scott, are we going the right way?" Stiles yelled. Scott sniffed the air, his head hanging out of the window. 

"Take the next right."

Stiles swung his jeep around the corner, yanking them all in the opposite direction.

"Stiles, ease up on the gas!", Sam yelled from the back.

She frowned as they came up to Derek's old house.

"She came here?", Stiles asked Scott. 'You sure?"

"Yeah this is where the scent leads.", their friend replied.

They got out and looked around.

"Yeah, alright, but has Lydia ever been here?", Stiles asked.

"Not with me," Allison said. All three pairs of eyes landed on Sam.

"What the f-- I didn't take her here! Why exactly would I take her to Derek's house out of all places?", Sam exclaimed.

"Maybe she came here to… I don't know, maybe she was looking for Derek.", Allison suggested.

"You mean looking for an alpha?", Scott corrected.

"Wolves need a pack right?", Stiles asked. Scott smelled the air, searching for any hit of Lydia.

"Not all of them."

Sam looked around the front of the Hale house, frowning at the porch. She can't believe they automatically tried to blame her. What the hell… 

"Whoa hey, look at this. You see this? I think it's a tripwire.", Stiles alerted them. They came to see what he was pointing at and he was pulling at a wire indeed.

Sam slapped his hand. "The hell is wrong with you!?"

"Uh, Stiles?", Scott's straining voice said from behind them. They turned around to see him hanging upside down. "Oh…", Stiles shrunk.

Sam snickered, seeing Scott look around in confusion.

"Next time you see a tripwire, don't trip it.", Allison says, keeping her laugh to herself as she steadies Scott's swinging.

"Noted.", Stiles stifled a laugh. "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Someone's coming! Hide.", Scott hurried them and they hid behind some bushes.

"This is exactly why you don't pull trip wires!", Sam fussed. They could hear Allison's dad's voice, along with Scotts. Keeping quiet as Chris and his groupies talked to Scott, they disappeared into the night. They came out of their hiding spaces and rushed back to Scott.

"You okay?", Allison asked, concerned.

"Just another life threatening conversation with your dad.", Scott shrugged. Allison looked around and found the release for the trip wire.

"Sam, help me with this." They rushed over to a tree where wires were placed. Stiles stayed by Scott's side as the girls helped him down. 

"How does your dad even do this? You've got to be a genius to set these things up.", Sam groaned, confused and fiddling with the contraption.

The girls heard a thud and a yell and found Scott and Stiles tangled on the floor.

"Thanks.", Scott groaned, getting pushed by Stiles.

They finished scoping for the night, not finding anything.

Sam sighed, getting a text from Allison the next morning as she and Stiles headed to school.

"What's the matter?", Stiles asked. "Allison.", Sam grumbled. She pocketed her phone and sat back against the jeep seat.

He frowned. "You guys aren't fighting, are you?"

Sam shook her head. "No, idiot. She's upset about her aunt's death but not me. I'm glad. Good riddance."

Stiles chuckled. "Damn."

She smiled but it dropped as they drove past the Beacon Hills graveyard and they saw several cop cars parked on the side of the road. Stiles slowed up on his driving. "What the hell's my dad doing here?"

He pulled over besides the bunches of cop cars.

"Do you think they found Lydia?", he asked her. Sam sighed. They both got out of the jeep.

"No. There would be ambulances and stuff if that was the case.", Sam says. Stiles ignored her as they came up to the scene.

There was an open grave, and beside it was Sheriff Stillinski along with Isaac Lahey who was on the lacrosse team and his father, Mr. Lahey.

They were in a deep conversation and Mr. Lahey looked pissed. The two stood to the side, watching them carefully for a couple seconds.

Sam noticed Isaac had a bad bruised eye and she frowned. She's known Isaac as long as she knew Scott and Stiles. He wasn't as bad as Jackson so she tolerated him.

He didn't bother anybody and occasionally talked to Scott and Stiles. She wasn't sure if they had a conversation outside of school considering he sat next to her during Finstock's class.

She noticed he frequently came to school with bruises, cuts, and scrapes. She didn't bring it up because she assumed he was dealing with pricks outside of school. But it got concerning sometimes.

His father, who was also the head coach of the swim team, threw her in a loop with his constant frustration towards the male students. He had a harsh demeanor towards everyone on the swim team, but had it been someone that wasn't on the team, he was nicer.

She couldn't imagine how Isaac would feel going home with that. Isaac looked scared. Isaac looked out at the woods. She quickly followed his line of sight and saw Derek, dressed in all black standing behind the trees.

She and Derek made eye contact and she gave him a look to leave before anyone else saw him. He eventually disappeared after she blinked.

She sighed in relief but Stiles grabbed her. "Can you hear what they're saying?"

She shook her head. "Barely. You?" She could mostly hear Mr. Lahey's overly loud and angered voice versus Isaac's smaller voice. Stiles' eyes widened as he watched what she watched.

"….Unfortunately.", they hear Sheriff Stillinski say.

"What did I just miss?"

"Lydia may or may not have dug up a grave and stolen the spleen from a dead woman." 

No way… 

"This may be a bigger problem than we thought.", Sam muttered to Stiles.

"Isaac, you're going to be late for school.", Mr. Lahey gruffed to his son. An assistant officer walked up to Sheriff Stillinski and motioned his head towards the two.

Mr. Stillinski looked at them with a disappointed frown. "Crap.", Stiles mumbled as his father stormed to them.

"Stiles, Samantha.", Sheriff Stillinski growled.

"Hey, dad!", Stiles nervously laughed.

"Mr. Lahey, if you don't mind I think I found your son a quick ride to school.", Sheriff smiled and looked towards the teens. The two of them smiled sheepishly and awkwardly waved at Isaac.

This was gonna be a long day… 

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[randommultifandomrants]

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

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[bethsvrse]

pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink

#I hate daddy kinks sm #I wanna start a petition to ban daddy kinks #joel miller x reader #bucky barnes x reader #tony stark x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #sirius black x reader #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #jim hopper x reader #derek hale x reader #steve rogers x reader #remus lupin x reader #steve harrington x reader #george weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

a/n: this is a edited version of an old post of mine!

Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated<3

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You riding on top of him rocking back and forth on his dick taking every inch of him, you’re in complete euphoria, one hand on his chest for balance while you use the other to circle your clit. You can feel yourself getting close, you keep your pace focusing on cumming. He watches himself disappear inside of you, when your hand catches his eye. He lightly grabs your wrist pulling you out of your daze.

“Let me taste you” he says in a husky voice

You smirk before pulling your hand from your clit and bring your fingers up to his mouth. You lightly brush them against his lips before slipping them into his mouth, he immediately starts sucking on them bobbing his head back and forth, his tongue dances on the pads of your fingertips.

This made you even wetter if that was even possible, he slowly pulls your fingers out of his mouth making sure he didn’t miss anything

“Fuckin perfect.”

#natti’s 18+ #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #sirius black x reader #remus lupin x reader #james potter x reader #rafe cameron x reader #jj maybank x reader #anthony bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader #colin bridgerton x reader #rick grimes x reader #daryl dixon x reader #peter parker x reader #steve rogers x reader #finnick odair x reader #peeta mellark x reader #eddie diaz x reader #evan buckley x reader #bobby nash x reader #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #derek morgan x reader #luke alvez x reader #tom riddle x reader #natti’s imagines

[hennyjwrites]

Pregnancy Mood Swings W/ Derek Morgan

You were in the annoyance phase of your pregnancy. 6 months in with your twins, and you regret refusing your early leave of absence. Now you're sitting at a desk in the bullpen, shoes kicked off as you look through the newest case file.

Your stomach grumbled, causing the ones closest to you, Derek and Spencer's head to turn towards you. “Damn, mama you sure we’re having babies?” Your husband of three years, Derek teased. In any other case you would have laughed but now with your mood swings out of whack, you couldn't help the way your lip dropped and trembled. The first sob caught the attention of the rest of your squad and who you considered family.

Jj and Emily both rushed over to you. They've both become so protective over you even though you don’t need it. “What happened? Are you ok?” Jj asked, knowing how terrible you must've felt.

Derek looked confused at the entire situation. He peeks over at Spencer who shrugged his shoulders. “Mothers are more likely to have drastic mood swings this far into the pregnancy. With her having twins she's more sensitive than would have been with a singular.” Spencer rambled off.

Derek stood, rubbing his pretty much bald head, and kneeled in front of you. He kissed your belly, sitting his hand on top of it. “Hey mama, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that.” He smiled at you with his signature smirk, before wiping away one of your stray tears. “Let's go see if Penelope has a snack for her nieces while the food is coming ok?”

You sighed out, embarrassed by your behavior. “Yea lets go.” You sighed, waiting for Derek to help you up. “This is so embarrassing, who the hell cries over food.” You complained, grabbing his hands as he pulled you up. You both walked to Penelope's lab.

“It's fine mama, the twins are just messing with your head.” He walked, supporting your back. You looked at him with a confused look on your face. The look then turned to anger.

“Are you calling me crazy?”

#black reader #derek morgan x reader #derek morgan #derek morgan x black!reader #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine

[v1olentdelights]

Just saw the Barbie movie, so a quick thought???

Spencer reid x reader There are no spoilers, but just to be safe, don't read unless you've seen the movie.

Spencer and you had finally had a day off, and though your work colleagues invited you to hang out with them, you already had plans.

"Do I really have to wear this?" Spencer complains about his pink sweater vest.

"Yes, Spence! I tried to make it as comfortable as I could for you. Everyone is doing it, and I want to as well. Plus, you can't say no to me, right?" You heard him huff and then shuffle around the living room. Presumably looking for his keys and wallet. Though they were in your room, so you grabbed them as you walked out.

"Do you know where my..." He trailed off as he saw your outfit. Pink, that was the first and only word that came to mind.

"What do you think?!" Passing him the keys and wallet you twirled about and smiled happily. He took longer than you expected to answer, and it made your heart drop a bit. Was this too much? You didn't want to go crazy, but you wanted to have fun.

But as he stepped closer to you, a smile grew on his face. He reached for your hand and spun you around before pulling you close.

"You are the most stunning Barbie I have ever seen." He kissed you all over your face causing you to pull back.

"Don't ruin the makeup, baby!" You rushed over to the couch to pick up your zip up before pulling him out the door.

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Handing you a tissue from his pocket, you gratefully took it. Spencer then moved to rub your back gently.

The movie had ended, and your heart felt a little less heavy. All those years ago, you remember playing with your Barbie, all the places you brought her. She was your best friend, someone you confided in about all the trivial arguments you had with your mother.

Stepping out of the theater was almost worse. It felt like you were saying goodbye to part of your childhood again. But you leaned on Spencer, much like you always have, because he was your rock. He was your Allan.

Wiping your nose before quickly discarding the tissue, you kissed Spencer on the cheek, his nose scrunched up as you did.

"Thank you for coming with me, Spencer. That meant a lot." You could still hear the stuffiness in your nose. But he just looked down at you and smiled, something shining in his eyes.

"Of course, sweetheart." He returned the kiss with one of his own to the top of your head.

On your way out, you saw turns of pink going out and in of the theater. Though someone caught your eye.

"Y/N!!! SPENCER!!!" You heard the familiar heel clacking and the heavy boots scuffing the ground. Then you almost got tackled by Penelope without even getting a good look at her. She squeezed you incredibly tight. You could hear Derek patting Spencer on the shoulder.

"Did you guys just watch it, too?" Spencer questioned, though when Penelope pulled back, and you got a good look at her face, you could tell the answer. If you were the definition of pink right now, Penelope was double pink. And she looked gorgeous.

"You got dragged into watching it, too?" Derek chuckled. But you saw how his eyes were the slightest bit puffy. "I thought the ending was a bit... eh."

Yours and Penelopes heads snapped towards him. Then he looked like a deer caught in headlights. Spencer even looked a bit taken back.

"What?!" You and Penelope asked in unison.

"Well, I just mean, I wish they showed more with the mom and Barbie. You know?" He crossed his arms, not once breaking eye contact.

In a moment, the rage that had built in you dulled. That made sense. It ended perfectly in your opinion, and Derek's point was valid.

"Okay. You get a pass, Derek Morgan, that was a reasonable thought." Penelope announced. "Now, shall we go get some ice cream? It's the boys' treat!" She exclaimed as she linked arms with you. The boys laughed before following.

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[mggsv]

Pink

poc f!reader x Derek Morgan (18+)

summary: frantically looking for a specific pair of panties, you stumble upon them in a way you didn’t expect

warnings: masturbation, oral (male receiving)

“Derek have you seen my panties? The pink ones?” You groan, searching through the drawer of lace underwear. You and Derek were going out later and knowing yourself and time..you started getting ready two hours early. The shower was running, you were mid skin-care routine, walking around your apartment in nothing but one of Derek’s shirts you found lying on the floor.

“Baby?” You call out. Silence. You huff and stand up, closing the drawer with your foot. You walk past your clothes on the bed, making sure everything was there. Everything but the underwear. It was stupid- you knew, getting so worked up over panties you’d take off eventually that same night. Still, it was part of your outfit choice and you were pretty stubborn and wouldn’t get dressed until you’re dressed down the way you wanted to. Plus they were Derek’s favorite pair.

“Fuck man.” You groan and go back to the bathroom, you had no time to waste or you wouldn’t go at all. You didn’t have time to look for Derek, who was somewhere in the living space. It frustrated you, truthfully. You always seem to have a crisis before leaving to go anywhere. He knew this. Derek was well aware. “Fuck..”

He grunted softly. The thin material in his hand while he stroked his cock..such a large one too. He moans, brows furrowing while he listened to you call for him. Sweat beaded his forehead, he could barely open his eyes it felt so good. They smelled like you too. One of many of his favorite parts of you. How wet you’d get while his tongue ran over your clit. How you’d take his juicy cock with ease in such a slutty hole fit only for him. “That’s it..good girl.” His voice trembled, feeling his cock twitch.

“Really?” You stand in the doorway of the laundry room, watching Derek moan and cum on the panties. You watch that cocky smirk of his, rubbing the material over his now sensitive tip. He glances up at you, scanning you over. “Couldn’t help myself.”

“Bullshit.” You walk over, taking the panties from his hand and putting them in the clothes bin. You get on your knees, looking up at your lover. He reaches down to rub his thumb on your cheek. “Think we’ll make it in time?”

“Don’t start with me.” You roll your eyes, taking the thick cock in your mouth.

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[romanoffs-widow]

Sorry for everything

Sum: Nat takes out her anger on you after a stressful couple of weeks.

Warnings ⚠️ : Shouting, arguing, and split up?

A/N: Thank you very much to @bobisek96 for requesting this fic, I hope it's okay 😭 and tysm to everyone for all the love on my (not actually first) first fic! I appreciate you all sm ❤️

(I promise there is eventual fluff 😅)

Happy reading! 😊

NATASHA POV:

Everyone thinks being an Avenger is so easy. All you gotta do is a couple of fights and interviews, and that's it, right? Wrong. These last couple of weeks have had me exhausted and honestly drained.

Steve and Tony keep arguing about useless crap, Lena accidentally stained the couch with red wine and didn't even tell me, so I sat in it and stained my favourite sweatpants and I've had to do 6 different interviews because Tony had a cold and couldn't do them, and on top of all that, Morgan has clung to me like a magnet since her dad has been sick. I love kids, and I really do, but not when I'm exhausted and keep having nightmares, leaving me sleepless almost every other night.

"Hey Natty," she says with that smile I love so much. I don't know what it is, but even y/n/n can't cheer me up today. Too tired to respond, I just give her a nod. Hopefully, she can see I don't want to talk right now.

I went to change into comfier clothes. I feel a pair of hands wrap around my waist. I shrug her off, getting annoyed. "Are you okay, baby?" I roll my eyes as I put my top over my head. "I'm fine." Maybe now she'll get it? "You know if you don't want to talk to me, just say." She says it with a tone that tips me ove rather edge.

"You know what? Maybe I don't want to talk to you. Maybe all I want to do is lay down in our bed and try my very best to relax! I have had such a hard couple weeks, and all you do is bug me because you're a pathetic childish wench that wants my attention all the time! If you knew what I go through every single day as an Avenger, maybe you'd at least try to understand how hard my job is! So please just shut your whiny mouth up and get out. I don't want to see your face EVER AGAIN!"

Y/N POV:

My vision is beyond blurry as I feel the endless stream of tears rolling down my cheeks. My hands are shaking, and anxiety is sitting heavy on top of my chest. "Alright. O-okay." I get up, and without saying anymore, I grab my backpack and start shoving a bunch of clothing into it. I go into the bathroom and grab my toothbrush, as well as the other necessities that belonged to me.

With my bag and arms full with items, I give the redhead one last look. Her face is still red from all the shouting she did as she stared at the floor, in the same spot she'd been in for a couple of minutes. I give her a small nod, sniffling as I close the door. I am fully aware the whole compound heard all of that, and honestly, they should. I don't deserve to be treated like that.

I'm going to miss this place. The past 9 years of my life have been spent living here, getting to know all of the amazing people within. I had so many memories here, one of the first being when Morgan was born. She had a head full of hair and a smile that looked just like her fathers'.

As I walked out of the tower, I went to the first person I could think of. Wanda Maximoff, my best friend of 5 years. She does live in the compound, but she also owns an apartment on the other side of the city for emergencies. She gave me a spare key when she got it. Thankfully, I'd never used it before, so I'd never seen the interior of the four walls.

Memories, good and bad swirls around in my head, as I twist the bronze key into the lock. It took me an hour to get here, with the bus and all. I get settled in, as I know I'll be staying here for a while. I started getting myself a snack when I heard the door swing open. I look at it to see the red magic I'd come to know very well.

"Y/n/n honey? Are you in here?" As soon as I hear her voice, I run over to her, the flow of tears starting up again. "Oh my god, are you okay? She didn't hurt you, did she?" I shake my head, unable to speak. "Oh, my poor baby. I'm so sorry I didn't find you sooner. Everyone is out looking for you. I'd better call Pietro and tell him to tell everyone you're safe."

I just hug her tighter. "E-e-even...?" She looks at me with guilt in her eyes. "We all heard what she said to you, and F.R.I.D.A.Y said that you'd left, so we all went looking for you. None of us have heard from her since." By now, I've soaked her hoodie with my never-ending tears.

"Shhhh, it's okay, you're okay." Wanda whispers as she rubs my back to calm me down.

1 MONTH LATER...

I hear a knock at the door. Wanda only left, and she had her own key, so it definitely wasn't her, and i haven't ordered any packages. Deciding i dont care, I go to open it. I see nothing but a white teddy bear holding an envelope sitting on the welcome mat. There is no sign of anyone being here, as the halls are silent. I pick up the toy and bring it inside, closing the door. I go and put it on the counter, taking the red letter from its paws. It had my first initial on the front.

Our place, 2 pm?

- N xx

I roll my eyes. Even if I was very upset with her, she always knew how to make me smile. I check the clock, seeing it's already 1pm, so I decide to start getting ready.

I step into the shop and immediately see Natasha. As I get closer, I can see that she has bags under her eyes, and I see that her knuckles are all red and sore. She's probably been training to get her mind off us. "Hey," She goes to hug me, and I let her. "Hi." She ordered both our favourite drinks.

"How have you been?" I scoff. "What kind of a question is that? My girlfriend of 9 years kicked me out because she was having a rough couple of weeks and hasn't even bothered talking to me for a whole month, and you think I'm okay?" She looks down with guilt filled eyes. "...no. Sorry."

I sip from my cup. "Are you gonna give me some pathetic excuse as for why you made me leave like that, or what?" She nods her head, and takes a Depp breath.

"What I said was really messed up. I shouldn't have called you any of those rude names or said any of that to you. I was having a hard couple of weeks, and I just wanted some quiet. Which I got. But by all means, that's no excuse to take my anger out on you. I don't know if you even want to talk to me anymore after what I did, and I know I don't deserve your forgiveness or anything remotely close but I really am sorry y/n/n. These past 9 years have meant so much to me, and I don't want them to go down the drain because of my stupid actions."

She pauses for a while. Waiting for me to give her some sort of response. "Thank you. I'm sorry for bothering you so much, but it would be very helpful if you communicated how you feel to me, so I know when you need space. I haven't forgiven you. That's going to take a long time, but if you're willing to work on this, so am I. Okay?" She puts her hand on top of mine. "Okay."

6 MONTHS LATER...

Everything had been going actually quite well with y/n, and I. I've been working on my communication, and she's been helping me to recognise when I feel like I need space. She's moved back into the compound, and as of recently, she's started staying in our room again.

"Hey baby." I forgot how much I love her voice. "Hi malysh. Cuddles?" She nods her head and wraps herself around me on the couch. We quickly get sucked into our newfound favourite show, Greys Anatomy. "Meredith really is gorgeous, but not as gorgeous as you!" I say as I give her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm nothing compared to McDreamy." I laugh, knowing she loves Derek too much.

"Sorry...for everything." She turns to look at me with her eyebrows furrowed, abandoning our show. "I know. It's okay." She adjusts herself so she can kiss my lips. "I love you." She snuggled back onto me, sucking back into the show.

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posting the pornstars!derek and reader fic (hopefully) tomorrow loves!!!! thank you so much for your support and patience <33

Update: it’s out!!!! —> That’s A Wrap

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My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 5: Shot?

"You've never once bowled a day in your life.", Sam laughed at Scott as they walked down the school steps.

"I know!", Scott groaned. "I'm such an idiot."

"It was like watching a car wreck.", Stiles said.

"First it was the whole group date thing.", Sam listed.

"Then that phrase.", Stiles chimed.

"Hang out.", Scott said.

"You don't hang out with hot girls, ok?", Stiles said. "It's like death. Once you hang out with her, you might as well become her gay best friend."

"Yeah, if that ever happens, you and Danny can start hanging out.", Sam said, patting his back as they stopped in the halls.

"How is this happening?", Scott whined. "I either killed a guy or I didn't."

"I don't think Danny likes me very much.", Stiles mutters. "You never know.", Sam said.

"I ask Allison on a date and now we're hanging out.", Scott continued to whine.

"Am I not attractive to gay guys?", Stiles questioned us.

"I wouldn't know, Stiles. I'm not a gay guy.", Sam shrugged.

"I make attack man and the team captain wants to destroy me and now," Scott ranted, pulling out his phone and checking the time. "and now I'm gonna be late for work."

Scott rushed off, leaving Stiles with her. "He's a big baby.", Sam say and pinch his cheek. "So are you."

Sam leaves the school with Stiles and he drops her off at home. She sighs, walking up to her porch and see a note stuck on the door.

Meet me at my house tomorrow. Don't be late.

-DH

She took the note, looked at the scribbled handwriting and looked around. No Derek in sight. How'd he even find her house… ? She shook her head, and walked inside.

The next day, thankfully a weekend, Sam took her mom's car to Derek's house, parking and exiting the car.

She stared up at the burned and broken down house. How'd this even happen?

"Derek?", she called.

His Camero was here. He had to be here. She looked around as she walked up to the door. "You tell me not to be late and yet I don't see you…", she muttered.

She knocked on the door before sighing and turning around, only to see green eyes staring back at her, making her jump in fear, and clutch at her chest. "Oh – God… don't do that!"

He seemed amused. "You actually showed up.", he says, walking past her.

She followed him inside. "Listen, I just want to make it clear that I had no part of you getting arrested.", she confessed. He raised a thick eyebrow.

"We also don't know what happened to your sister. But Scott thinks he did something last night. I'm only scared that it's true. Scott had a dream about someone and we don't know if it was real or not. But someone got hurt."

"You think he attacked the driver?", Derek asked.

"Did you see what he did last night?"

"No."

"Is he gonna hurt someone?"

"Yes."

"Could he kill someone?"

"Yes."

"Is he going to kill someone?"

"Probably."

She sighed harshly, running her fingers through her hair. "What the fuck did he get himself into…"

She looked up at Derek. "He's been whining about being worried that he did hurt someone but we're not even sure. I don't want it to be true. He can't handle that type of guilt.", she says, shaking her head.

He sighed, "Look, I can help you guys, remember? I can show him how to control the shifts, even on a full moon."

She perks up. "You'll really help? Even though you were cuffed?"

He frowned. "Keep reminding me and I'll say no."

She shook her head, smiling. "No need to worry about that then!", she says, relieved. Aside from his scary scowling and distant attitude, he was kind. Very misunderstood but kind.

She looks up at Derek. "Thank you. We owe you a lot.", she says, giving a soft smile. His face twitched like he wanted to be annoyed, but kept it neutral. "Yeah, yeah. Don't mention it.", he says, looking away.

His head suddenly perked up and he let out a threatening growl. Sam quickly raised her hands in surrender. "I didn't do anything!", she exclaimed.

He rushed over to her, yanking her out of the house and toward the car. "You need to leave. Now.", he ordered.

She didn't bother asking any questions. She hopped in the car, started it up and left, looking in the rear view mirror as she saw Derek stalk off into the woods.

What the hell was that…

Later at night, Stiles pulled his jeep up right up to the school fence and they all got out. Sam and Scott walked to the fence and saw Stiles walking with them.

"What're you guys doing?", Scott asked. "Huh?", Sam look at him in confusion. "This is werewolf business.", he says.

Sam gaped at him. "Who the hell do you think has been saving your ass from flipping out, time and time again??"

"Someone needs to keep watch.", Scott argued.

"How come we have to keep watch?", Stiles whined.

"Because there's only one werewolf and two tiny humans and they stay behind.", Scott replied.

"Ok, why is it starting to feel like your Batman and I'm Robin and Sam's… a side character?", Stiles asked. Sam gaped at him too. "Man, fuck you."

"Well, I don't want to be Robin all the time.", Stiles shrugged at her.

"Nobody's Batman and Robin any of the time.", Scott said.

"Not even some of the time?", Stiles questioned him, pouting.

"Just go wait in the car.", Scott said. Sam kissed her teeth. "Oh, my god.", Stiles groaned as they went back to the jeep.

Time passed and it felt like Scott was in there forever. How bad was it in there??

A horn honked and snapped her out of her thoughts as Stiles had his hand on the horn. Scott hurriedly jumped out of the bus and over the fence, hopping in the back of Stiles' Jeep. Stiles backed the jeep up and turned it around and began to drive away from the school.

"Did it work? Did you remember?", Stiles asked.

"Yeah, I was there last night." Scott said.

"So, you did attack him?", Sam asked.

"No. I saw glowing eyes at the back of the bus, but they weren't mine. It was Derek.", Scott confessed.

She looked at him through the rear view mirror. "What about the driver?"

"I think I was trying to protect him.", Scott said. "I think I was trying to help the driver and I was just trying to ward the creature off. That's why a lot of the blood was mine and not the driver's."

"Why would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver?", Stiles asked.

"Because it wasn't Derek." Scott said. "The scent was different."

"It has to be a pack thing.", Stiles said.

"What do you mean?", they asked him.

"Like an initiation. You do the kill together."

"Yeah, because ripping someone's throat out is a real bonding experience.", Sam muttered, in disgust.

"Yeah, but they didn't do it, so they aren't killers. And it also means," Stiles gets cut off.

"I can go out with Allison tomorrow.", Scott cheered.

"I was going to say it means that you won't kill us.", Stiles says. Sam laughed at Scott's excitement. At least one good thing came out of this. Her best friend wasn't a murderer.

Sam hummed, cleaning up after last night. She had hoped Scott was at least having fun, feeling better that he was good and not a ravage, hungry werewolf.

"You're in a good mood today.", she hears jer mom say. Sam turned to her, shrugging with a smile. "Can't complain."

She looked at her, slyly. "Uh-huh." Sam chuckled and finished up. She paused in the living room as she heard a honk outside the house and looked at the door.

It didn't sound like Stiles' jeep…

She opened the door to see the black camaro in front of the house and her jaw immediately dropped. What the hell was Derek doing here?

Mom walked behind her, peeping the car. "I never thought Stiles would give up that raggedy old jeep.", she says.

"Uh huh…", Sam mutters and put on her shoes. She rushed, waving her mom bye before stopping at the passenger side of Derek's car. "What're you doing here??"

He rolled down the window. "Get in.", he says, casually. She sighed and hopped in. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see.", he says and drives her back to the woods.

He stopped in front of his house. "Uh, I've been here before, Derek." He gave her a bored look before exiting the car.

She left the passenger side and followed him as he walked into the woods.

"Um, this isn't the part where you kill me, right?", she joked, nervously. He looked at her unamused. "Sorry, bad joke.", she says, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Just be quiet and c'mere.", he says, leading her to a cliff. With the sunset and the blowing breeze, she could see the rest of the city below them. It was beautiful.

She looked up at Derek. He had his eyes closed as he let the breeze wash over him. "How come you brought me here?", she asked.

He shrugged. "I guess to give you some insight that even though I'm a… y'know… I'm still human. I can still enjoy stuff as mundane as this."

She blinked in surprise. She hadn't thought about that. She knew killing couldn't be pleasant, but it was a nice change in scenery.

She looked out onto the horizon. "I've never been up here…"

She sat down on the cliff. It really was beautiful. "I'm kinda shocked you'd wanna share something like this with me.", she said.

She hears him shuffle and watched him sit down next to her. "Y'know since I'm not a werewolf and all.", she chuckled.

He huffed out what she thought was a chuckle, himself. "You don't have to be one for me to feel generous."

He sighed. "I don't know. I guess… I trust you in a way. Plus, you aren't so… hesitant to talk to me. You don't treat me like I'm someone that should be avoided despite me getting quickly arrested."

She rubbed the back of her neck. "Sorry about that again…", she chuckled. He glanced at her "You're good."

They sat in silence for a while until the sun finally went down and she stared in awe as the city looked like sparkly lights below them. "I see why you come here now.", she says with a smile.

He huffs. "At the end of the day, it's something to look forward to."

She looks at him. "How often do you get out?" He looked at her, eyebrows furrowed. "I get out."

She shook her head. "Not walking by the school or going to diners or gas stations. I mean actually going out. Shopping, stuff like that."

He frowns. "I don't have the time for that." Sam huffed and stood. "Well since you shared this with me, it's only fair, I take you out."

He looked at her, bewildered. He scoffed with a slight smile. "If you say so."

He got up and walked her back to his car before driving her home.

She left his car, giving him a wave. He nodded before driving off.

Later on, Sam drove up to the nearest gas station to fill up her mom's car and went into the station to buy a snack while she was at it.

As she walked in, she pulled off her hood and looked around the store for a snack, whilst getting distracted by other voices outside.

Once she walked up to the cashier, she glanced outside to see a familiar head of dark hair, surrounded by other men.

Tilting her head in confusion, she quickly took her bought snack and left the station store.

"Black cars though…very hard to keep clean. I would definitely suggest a little more maintenance.", she heard as she stood outside, she saw Derek's calmly collected expression.

"You have something that's nice; you want to take care of it, right?", the man ahead said and grabbed a squeegee.

Sam's eyes widened as she realized who the man was. It was Allison's father. Sam doubted Derek would have any reason to be teamed up like this if it wasn't for a reason.

"Personally, I'm very protective of the things I love," Argent said, "That's something I learned with my family. You don't have much of that these days, do you?", he asked, taunting the Hale boy.

Sam pulled up her hood, the shade of her hoodie blocking the light from her face as she glanced at Derek's clenched fists and watched as he unclenched them.

Argent smiled. "There we go. You can actually see clearer now.", he says before walking back to his truck.

"You forgot to check the oil." Derek said, sarcastically. Argent turned around to one of his fellow hunters. "You heard him. Check the man's oil."

One of the hunters walked over to the drivers seat and smashed in Derek's driver seat window. "Looks good to me."

"Y'know, this could be counted as harassment.", Sam called out as she walked over to the men, catching their surprised attention as she stood a few feet away from them.

Argent stood down and Derek looked at her with a wide eyed expression. One that was telling her to leave.

She was already in deep shit by getting herself involved, why not go the whole 9 yards?

"You're a student.", Argent told the girl. "There's a mandatory curfew. You didn't hear?"

Sam's eyebrows rose. "Oh, I heard. Just didn't care. Good thing I came out here because it seems like you douchebags are taking that advantage to stir up some shit.", she says, giving the men a sarcastic smile.

"Y'know, my mom's friends with the sheriff. Should I call him to tell him what type of behavior is happening during his curfew?", Sam asked with raised eyebrows. She turned to the men. "Isn't it like $500 for vandalism? Each?"

Argent's face deepened into a frown. "There'll be no need.", he turned to Derek. "Drive safely," Argent said before walking to his car.

The men entered their cars and drove away from the station. Derek shook his head, his fists clenching in anger once more.

"Dickheads.", Sam muttered before she started walking to her mom's car. "You didn't have to do that.", she heard Derek say.

She turned to him. "I know. I just don't guys like that. You're literally getting gas. That's mundane, not monstrous.", she says. 

"I wouldn't have actually sued them. It'd just make the target on my back bigger.", Derek said, looking at his damaged car.

"I would, plus he's a dickhead. Now, I have to worry about whether or not Allison is the same way.", Sam said rolling her eyes.

"Go home, Sam.", Derek said, opening his car door and brushing the glass shards out with his jacket sleeve.

Sam sighed and opened the driver door before pausing. "Hey, Derek?"

The Hale boy looked up. "I'm sorry about your family. It's pretty fucked up what happened.", Sam said. Derek stared at her before giving her a half hearted nod.

She finally got in the car and went home.

Just before she walked up to her porch, she gets a call from Stiles. "The bus driver passed away a couple hours ago.", he says. She pause.

"No way..." It couldn't have been Derek. They were just together.

If it was, he must have done something to the guy before he came to pick her up. She pulls out of the driveway before driving to the Hale House.

Scott seemed to have already gotten there before her. She quickly parked and got out.

"Ok, Scott, are you sure it was him?", Sam asked. "I mean, I was just with him.", she says as she follows him inside.

There was a burnt staircase in front of them, a hallway to the right, a room to the left and another room to the right. It was all so dark and mysterious. The place felt heavy in a way. Like death...

"Derek!", Scott yelled, calling for him. "We know you're here! You did that."

"I didn't do anything.", Derek's voice echoed.

"You killed him, Derek!", Scott yelled and made his way to the staircase, climbing it. "He died.", Derek's voice growled.

"Like your sister died?", Scott asked.

"My sister was missing. I came here looking for her.", Derek responded.

"And you found her.", Sam said from the bottom of the staircase, looking around for him.

"I found her in pieces, being used as bait to catch me.", Derek gruffed.

"I think you killed them both.", Scott accuses. "Scott!", Sam yelled at his insensitivity.

"I'm gonna tell everyone, starting with the sheriff.", Scott threatened. Sam looked to the right as a figure appeared and grabbed Scott by the back and slammed him down the steps.

Scott landed with a crash on his stomach. Sam took a step back as Scott looked up at her, his eyes glowing yellow, fangs protruding and his nails dug into the floor.

He got to his feet and turned to look up at Derek and gave a loud, bellowing roar. Derek leapt over the steps in one giant pounce and landed in front of Scott. He made another grab for Scott but Scott grabbed Derek first and threw him through a wall.

"Derek!", Sam exclaimed in shock at Scott's strength. Derek landed on his back and spat out dust from his mouth as he dusted wood chips off of him. He stood up, his black leather jacket now covered in dirt.

"Huh." Derek muttered as he continued to brush himself off. "That was cute."

He took off his jacket, showing off his built body.

Derek's fangs grew and his green eyes grew into an electric blue as he gave a roar back at Scott.

Scott ran forward and they circled each other for a moment before Scott leapt at Derek. Derek threw Scott up against the wall a couple of times before throwing him to the other side of the room.

"You guys, stop!!", Sam yelled as she ran forward and leapt at Derek. He flicked her away with a yank, throwing her against a wall.

Sam's back hit the wall and she fell to the floor with a groan. She watched through blurry eyes as the boys tussled. She got up once more, rushing at them and getting between them as they separated for a moment. "STOP!!", she yelled and they flew back from opposite sides.

They look at her in shock. "What the hell…", Scott mutters as he calms down a bit.

Derek seemed to snap out of it quickly. "I didn't kill him. None of us did. It's not your fault and it's not mine."

"This?" Scott growled as he got up. "This is all your fault. You ruined our lives."

"No, I didn't.", Derek growled, getting up. "You're the one who bit me.", Scott said.

"No, I'm not.", Derek said.

"What?", Scott asked in confusion.

"It's true. He told me after I told him the same thing.", Sam says.

"There's another.", Derek says. "It's called an Alpha. It's the most dangerous of our kind. We're Betas. This thing is more powerful, more animal than any of us. My sister came here looking for him. Now I'm trying to find him. But I don't think I can do it without you two."

"Why us?", Scott asked.

"Because he's the one that bit you. You're part of his pack. It's just you. You're the one he wants."

Scott looked at him in shock and calmed down. "What the hell…"

"Also… mind explaining what the hell that was??", Derek looked over at Sam, his face changing back to normal.

She shrugged and looked at her hands. "I-I dunno! I've never done that before. I just wanted you guys to stop, not stop and fling in different directions."

He got up and looked at her hands. They were shaky. "Go home. We'll figure this out later.", he told both Sam and Scott.

She brought Scott out of Derek's place and drove him home as he sat in silence. After getting him home safely, she went home myself, too exhausted to do anything anymore.

The next day came and it only got weirder.

Sam and Stiles discussed in his Jeep, looking at something Sam found on her phone and only paused as the jeep came to an abrupt stop.

"Dammit, Stiles!", Sam complains, rubbing the back of her neck and see a pale Derek collapsing in front of the jeep.

"You're kidding me. This guy's everywhere.", she hears Stiles' mutter before they got out to crouch near him.

"What the crap?", Sam muttered, looking at the sickly pale Derek. Derek's face was almost sunken in and covered with sweat, his eyes drooping with heaviness.

"What are you doing here?", Scott growled at him. "I was shot.", Derek panted heavily. "By who?", Sam asked.

"He's not looking so good, dude.", Stiles told Scott.

"Why aren't you healing?", Sam asked. "I can't. It was a different kind of bullet.", Derek said.

"A silver bullet?", Stiles asked with wide eyes. "No, you idiot.", Derek growled in annoyance.

"Wait, wait.", Scott said. "That's what she meant when she said you had forty eight hours."

"What?", Derek and Sam asked Scott in unison.

"Who said that?", Derek asked.

"The one that shot you.", Scott said. Derek's eyes flickered blue and he closed his eyes as he groaned. "What are you doing? Stop that.", Sam says, panicking and looking around as people got closer.

"That's what I'm trying to tell you, I can't.", Derek growled at her as his eyes continued to flicker from green to blue and back again.

"Derek, get up.", Scott ordered. "Help me put him in your car."

"Why's he getting in my car?", Stiles whined. "Because we don't have cars. Now quit your whining.", Sam says, helping Derek into the jeep before getting in the back.

"I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used.", Derek told Scott. "How the hell am I supposed to do that?", Scott asked Derek.

"Cause she's an Argent, she's with them.", Derek said, gruff.

"Why should I help you?", Scott challenged. Sam looked at him in shock. "Scott, really? Now? You're asking this now? Go see!", she yelled.

"Fine. I'll try.", Scott rolled his eyes. "Get him out of here."

"I hate you so much for this.", Stiles says, pulling off.

She helped Derek take his jacket off as Stiles throws his phone into the center console in frustration. "Hey, try not to bleed all over the seats. We're almost there."

"Where are we going?", Derek asked, rolling his head back in pain. "To your place.", Sam said.

Derek's eyes quickly widened. "No, you can't take me there."

"I can't take you to your own house?", Stiles asks, confused.

"Not when I can't protect myself.", Derek replied, making Stiles pull over to a curb.

"What the hell are you doing?", Sam asked him. Stiles turns to Derek. "What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet, hm? Are you dying??"

"Stiles!"

Derek shakes his head. "Not yet. I have a last resort."

Stiles flails his arms. "What do you mean, what last resort??"

Derek pulls back his sleeve, revealing the bullet wound and the teens almost gag.

"Oh my god, what is that!?", Stiles gasps, looking away. "Is that contagious, y'know what, maybe you should just get out."

"Really, Stiles?? It's not contagious, it's a bullet wound.", Sam fusses.

Derek swallowed, panting softly. "Start the car. Now."

"Yeah, I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look, okay? Because in fact, if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead.", Stiles fussed.

Derek glared at him. "Start the car. Or I'm gonna rip your throat out. With my teeth."

Sam leaned back in her seat from the threat as Stiles reluctantly started the car.

Night falls and Derek is getting paler and paler.

"I'll call Scott to see if anything's changed.", Sam says, dialing Scott's number. He picked up. "What are we supposed to do with him?", Sam asked.

"Take him somewhere, anywhere.", she heard Scott's reply. "Very helpful, Scott.", she muttered.

"And by the way, he's starting to smell.", Stiles cuts in.

"Like what?"

"Like death.", he responded making her gape at Stiles. "Stop it.", she scolds.

"Ok, take him to the animal clinic.", she hears Scott say.

"What about your boss?"

"He's gone by now. There's a spare in the box behind the dumpster." She took the phone from Stiles.

"You're not going to believe where he's telling us to take you.", Stiles said, as she handed Derek the phone.

"Did you find it?", Derek asked.

"How am I supposed to find one bullet?" Scott whined. "They have a million. This house is like the frickin' walmart of guns."

"Look, if you don't find it, then I'm dead, all right?"

"I'm starting to think that wouldn't be a bad thing.", she hears Scott say. This boy…

"Then, think about this. The alpha called you out against your will. He's gonna do it again. Next time you either kill with him or you get killed. So if you want to stay alive then you need me. Find the bullet.", Derek hung up and handed the phone to Sam.

"Are we going back to the clinic?", Sam asked Stiles.

"Yeah." Stiles says, driving off.

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Catch Me If You Can

Jojo: where tf u at? called u like 10 times.

Me: ik. call you back inna minute, dam. chill out.

Jojo: best watch yo mouth if u know was good for u.

Me: why Jo? Not like you can do shit bout it rn..

Jojo: where are you y/n?

Me: atta party..

Me:

Jojo: lil girl, swear to God. Quit fuckin playin with me. Drop ur location.

Jojo: right fuckin now.

Me: naw, I'm good.

Jojo: Ma, you playin wit fire rn..

Me: catch me if you can.

I slide my phone into the back pocket of my mini ass shorts with an amused chuckle before grabbing Marie and tugging her to the living room to dance. It's dim and humid but fuck if I give a damn bout that while me and my girl roll our hips to the beat. [ https://youtu.be/e5RUsVqX37Q?si=00j1_Xqfpqf5Ov7C]

Whole vibe got me sweatin my edges out as we grind through 3 more songs; it's a miracle that I even see the front door swing open as I'm caressin and windin my body to the beat:

Marie and I make it out the back door by the skin of our teeth, giggling as we run cross campus to the next party. It's pitch black and freezing cold out side, but neither of us care as we fly through the brisk breeze. My booty shorts don't do a damn thing to help contain my ass as it jiggles wildly with each step.

We're both wheezing and clutching our sides for air as we fly through the door and slam it shut. It's cracking in here; place is packed with bodies, booze and laughter. Led lights flash allover the room as the music booms, clearly signaling a more lively atmosphere than the last place.

"Y/n! Marie!" Andre beckons us from the corner of room, sitting with his arm slung around Cate's shoulders as he holds up a blunt.

We make our way over, Marie immediately sittin down criss cross on the floor and explaining our narrow escape from Jordan as Andre lights the blunt. Its dark in here too besides the bouncing lights; the air is smoky as fuck in this corner of the room. No way I woulda seen Dre if he aint call out to us.

He takes a few puffs before handing the blunt to Cate. She takes a soft inhale before givin it to me. Just what I need after all that excitement.

I sit, taking deep pulls from the blunt before passing it to Marie. Blowin out the smoke slowly I cant help dippin back into my seat and closin my eyes as I let the tree go to work. It's so easy to let their voices surround me as I tune out their words. The fuzzy, warm sensation wraps my body in a hug, the welcoming high foggin my brain as I recline and laze into the couch.

I'm so relaxed into my vibe that I barely feel Cate tap my naked knee. I turn my head to look at her slender frame leaned into Andre's side.

"You better not let them know we knew where you are; Jordan don't play that shit. Marie might be screwed already but I'm not takin one for the team on this one." Andre says facing Cate, letting her shotgun his hit.

I smirk and close my eyes again before respondin.

"Fine.. Pussy."

"Oh so you extra tough now right? Huh ma?"

Daddy's voice is a low snarl in my ear as my eyes snap open wide. It's comical how quick my cowardly friends scatter as Jordan comes around the back of the couch to stand in front of me.

"Hi, Jordan. See ya y/n/n!" Marie chirps before disappearing into the darkness.

"Don't forget to come say bye before you guys leave." Cate says, dragging Andre off in the same direction.

I'm dying to escape with em, specially wit how Jordans starin at me. Bae look like she on demon time and I'm not sure if I can take whats comin. Got me hesitant to speak knowin I completely got caught slippin.

"Baby," I start sickeningly sweet. "You're here! I'm so happy. Marie said-"

Jordan's hand flashes out like lightening to grip my neck and pull me close. The squeeze makes each shallow breath difficult but the dark stoic gaze piercing my fuckin soul keep me from movin an inch. I do nothing more than limply hold at her wrist while she steps closer to press us nose to nose.

"Tell me one goddamn word that came outta Moreau's mouth. Go head, I fuckin dare you. You're gonna be fuckin sorry y/n."

I don't think I've ever been so quick to shut the fuck up. The silence stretches for a few momemts, makes me uneasy and I'm sure Jordan knows this. Knows every fuckin thing about me, about my body.

"I went through alotta fuckin trouble to find you, so I dont give a fuck what anybody else thinks, thought or fuckin said."

She uses the grip on my neck to slowly pull me from the couch and put me on my knees, refusing to lose eye contact as the other hand unbuttons her jeans. Full lips upturned at the corner inna smirk, button nose flared.. I already know the plans going through that maniacal mind, know what's comin next. I don't know what's pounding harder: my heart or my cunt.

"You listenin to what everybody else fuckin said but which one of them are here to save you now y/n?"

The cold hard wood floor presses against my smooth brown skin as I shift nervously, watchin as Jordan smoothly transitions. Doesn't even bother to check if anyone's looking as he pulls out his rigid leaky dick and repeatedly taps it across my mouth. Daddy stares down at me lookin absolutely furious, his breathing startin to accerlerate as he makes a mess on my face.

So lengthy and so fuckin angry, tip flushed the prettiest and deepest of pinks. Thick clear strings of precum smear allover my bare heart shaped lips as he humps forward over and over, doin the same to my cheeks. He looks fuckin anguished from arousal, but still so goddamn pretty as he uses me.

"You know how long I've been like this? How much I needed you? But you wanna play fuckin games. What bout when you need Daddy? Don't I always give you what you want?"

I know his questions are rhetorical, that if I continue with my earlier attitude that this only gets worst. Still my pussy clenches rhythmically as I lean into his touch, knowin regardless off my permission he's about to pay me back for my insolence.

"Jo pleeeease." I whine, utterly shamed and hoping he'll take me back to his dorm. "Somebody's probably watchin, let's go to your room."

"Naw, fuck that. Tongue out." He spits at me.

I comply at the drop of a dime, drooling a bit as Jordan slides the tip of his dick in and out of my mouth. My hands lay limply in my lap as he holds the sides of my face. Head tipped back, dark chocolate eyes still observing the prey at his feet as he moans loudly into the air. I know his antics are purposeful, hoping that someone hears and stumbles upon my punishment.

"And somebody- mmmmm, ohfuck, just like that, princess- is watchin honey. Wouldn't you wanna see a little brat like you get put in their place?"

The fluids drip from his cock to my tongue steadily as he uses it as a slip and slide. I curl my wet pink muscle on every pull out tryin to get an extra taste.

Even when they're not bein nice, I just wanna please em. It would be a lie if I said I didn't test his nerves jus to end up like this: pussy drippin wet and at their mercy.

"Know what? Mmm, ooooh baby girl, just like that.. I think you're pretendin you don't like bein watched. Hooooh fuck, think we both know it was just a matter of time before you showed everyone how much you love my cock."

His pace speeds; mean words and assault on my mouth make my body heat and pussy clench. Wetness plasters my thick brown thighs as i squeeze them together repeatedly for just a hint a pressure. If I wasn't in so much trouble I'd see if I could get away secretly fingering my clit but getting caught wouldn't be worth it. Daddy's pissed and I'd be dumb to test that.

"Jesus christ, thas it. Ahhh, fuuu- so good, ma, so fuckin good! Shit, put that snappy lil mouth to good use. Daddy'll show you how to talk to me nice sweetheart."

Jordan slides further inside my wet warm cavern, the slight curve of him makin me gag as I try to relax and breathe deeply through my nose. His balls, sticky with my drool, play a game of hit and miss as they occasionally slap my chin. The hold on the sides of my face graduate to one of his big hands with a strong grip in my hair, keeping me in place.

"Fuckin best lil dick sucker I ever meeeet! Should came back to the room baby. Mm fuck, mighta showed you some fuckin mercy."

The rhythm of him fuckin my mouth is so erratic and desperate. Poor daddy seems a bit distressed as grunts and groans turn to sexy whiny moans. I wanna hold em in my arms from how he trembles from the intense nut he's about to bust. The way he tosses his head back with tightly shut lids makes me a bit sad I can't see the pleasure in his beautiful eyes.

"Dammit, I'm so close ma. Yeeees, ohfuck. Uhn uhhhhh.. Get ready, bout to fill that pretty lil throat up with some cream!"

I refuse to shut my eyes shut and miss the way Jordan stills his hips, continuing to use the grip in my freshly styled hair to fuck my mouth on his dick. My eyes tear up but I struggle to blink them back, hoping to not leave this situation so fuckin messy. I moan at the thought of them ruining me, throat already sore from his treatment.

"Ahhhh here it is pretty.. Haaaah sh- feels 'mazin y/nnnn. Take it, mmmmm ahfuck! Thas it. Fuuuuuck!"

I'm so ready when I get the first thick, heavy blast. Takes an extra swallow but I get it down before the 2cnd gush of cum can choke me. Still, Daddy's shootin like I ain't already take 3 of his loads this morning before class.

His nut leaks from the corners of my mouth as he pushes in more, givin me a shot straight down my throat. Jordan finally looks back down at me as I struggle around him. He looks so fuck yummy: forhead wrinkled and covered in a light perspiration, a dazed stare in his eyes as his chest heaves for air, and a small smile on his slightly agape plump pink lips. I'm sure if they could could they'd be starin down at me with hearts in their eyes right now.

I can't be more relieved when he slides his dick out, wiping the remaining cum off from his tip on my tongue before stuffing himself into his jeans. I savor a few gulps of air as he pulls me to my feet. Daddy kisses my mouth messily, smacking my ass sharply and tellin me to go say goodbye to our friends.

Yeah the fuck right, with sticky tracks of pre cum smeared allover my God damn face? I can barely contain my eye roll as I turn to walk away. Even if my juices are streamin out my pussy down my leg, ima make em work for their next nut. So I'm out. It's so fuckin easy to pretend to head their way before makin a break for the exit.

"Anybody that recorded that, if I see that shit online or anyone talks shit to my fuckin girl, it's up. Bet on that." Jordan threatens nearby party goers before transitioning, taking confident measured steps toward my hasty retreat.

A/N: The link provided at the beginning of the story is to a music video on YouTube; its the song I envisioned while writing the fic. It's not needed to read it, it's just a lil peek inside the authors head.

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A little Imagine:

“You’re such a good girl, letting me play with your pretty little pussy” he praises as he’s three fingers deep inside you, stretching you out completely as you whimper and squirm across the soaked sheets. “Gonna cum again for me?”

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