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heliads · 7 months

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Hi!! I miss your Derek fics so much so how’s one where you and him are in a casual relationship if yk what I mean when all of a sudden there’s a mishap that causes him to pull away and end up ghosting you because he caught feelings and is terrified of them, you still try to get in contact with him but got tired of it and that’s when Derek comes back basically begging for a chance to fix it🥺

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Derek Hale knows he’s gone too far because he’s no longer nervous waking up to hear someone else’s heartbeat next to him. Derek stays alone, always; it saves him the trouble of having to think about saving someone other than himself if he ever wakes up to another roaring inferno. Derek is good at being alone. It’s never something he’s struggled with, even as a lone wolf without a pack. He still talks to other people on occasion. It’s fine.

He’d thought it was fine. Derek had almost gotten to the point of convincing himself of it, and then he started making mistakes like entertaining himself with someone else, and by the time it occurred to him that he was long past the point of no return, there was no way he could ever end it. So he lives with it, it’s fine. Until it isn’t.

Derek Hale has never been the type to get caught up over a girl. He did it once, then swore it would never happen again. There is the idea of Derek, the lone wolf; Derek, the man with a heart colder than ice. He wouldn’t go so far as to describe himself as a womanizer, but he’s dated not one but two of the women who’ve tried to kill him and the other wolves in town, so maybe he should start thinking about raising his standards.

He did, though. That was the problem. Of all the people in this world, good and bad and outright bloodthirsty, Derek found the one woman capable of waltzing right past his best defenses and laying claim to the very organ he thought would never be bothered with again. Derek has long since assumed that, so long as it keeps beating on schedule, he’d never think about his heart unless someone was actively ripping it out of his chest, but Y/N changed that. She changed everything.

It was nothing at first. That’s what he promised himself the first time he woke up in an unfamiliar room that definitely wasn’t in his apartment complex. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he picked up on the sound of someone else breathing evenly next to him, but Y/N had woken up not long after him so they’d been able to talk things through. They’d both agreed that it was a one time thing, the result of years of rising tensions against supernaturals in Beacon Hills, and would never happen again.

The second time, Derek was no less taken aback, but a little more disappointed in himself. Usually, when he makes his word, he sticks to it for longer than a month. He’d left before she woke up that time. Didn’t stop him from crawling back, though. He can blame it on the alcohol that doesn’t affect him, the battle rush of adrenaline he’s long since learned to master. Excuses are easy. Falling is easier still.

Derek doesn’t fall, though. He won’t. Even if it kills him. Especially if it kills him. Derek can lock himself up and cut away his heart and distrust his mind until any conceivable feeling dies off from lack of oxygen. It wouldn’t be the first time. Somehow, he doubts it’ll be the last.

This is all well and good, but it doesn’t work as well as it should. Even now, blinking the last of the past night’s sleep from his eyes, Derek sits up slowly in his own bed, and the sight of Y/N there next to him isn’t surprising. Not at all. His internal alarm system stopped going off around her a long time ago. Hell, he gets more uneasy the longer he goes without seeing her instead of the other way around.

A year ago, he would have called that a mistake. Hales survive because they trust only each other. Y/N may be an ally in this eternally war-torn town, but that does not make her someone he can afford to keep around. Still, when he carefully lifts himself out of bed to avoid waking her, when she comes out of the room about half an hour later in one of his shirts, when Derek can’t quite tell where her perfume ends and his cologne begins, he wonders to himself if he hasn’t already crossed that line a very long time ago.

It doesn’t matter. None of this is real. He doesn’t make her breakfast, she doesn’t say goodbye. They just go about their lives as if the past night had never happened at all, as if none of the nights before that, all stretching out in one vast line of pale, bedsheet-white dominoes do not exist between them. You cannot topple what you do not see, and Derek’s eyes are snapped shut tight.

He’s started noticing things, though, against his better judgment. The furrows in Y/N’s brow vanish while she’s asleep, but they appear again when she looks around at her house or his in the morning and remembers something she’ll never tell him. Her shoulders always rise and pinch together right before she leaves without a word. Derek has started making himself scarce whenever she wakes up. It’s better for both of them if there’s no opportunity to stay any longer.

Most of all, Derek takes care to ensure that whatever happens at night does not affect either of them during the day. Y/N’s more closely allied with the McCall pack than whatever dregs are left of Derek’s ill-gotten attempt to seize power with his own batch of betas, but he still sees her often enough on wolf business. Derek has no doubt that Scott has caught on to the fact that they’re seeing each other, but neither of them will bring it up so long as it doesn’t become a problem.

A couple of times, Derek has felt Scott’s eyes on him like an accusation, burning holes into his shoulders whenever Y/N shows up late or seems listless during the discussions. Derek wants to throw up his hands and declare to anyone who cares to listen or blame him that he’s doing his best to make sure he isn’t the cause, but he doubts any of the younger pack members want to know that he’s specifically trimming off any stem of feeling before it takes root. He’s doing his best, at least. Surely that counts for something.

Still, he can feel their judgment like a plague, even outside of passing glimpses. When Scott McCall shows up at Derek’s door to ask for his help with a sudden hunter shootout at the hospital, Derek can still see the awareness in the back of the kid’s eyes. Y/N’s got her own thing going, Derek wants to clarify, she’s long past school-crush days just like him. They’re both adults and they can do what they please. High school sweethearts all die by hunters’ arrows. The ones who survive don’t play by the rules.

Scott will never bring it up, though, so Derek won’t, either. Instead, he just accompanies Scott to the hospital, where he slashes and stabs at anyone who tries to shoot at him. These sorts of things are becoming normal occurrences by now; Melissa McCall and the other doctors are probably sick of it, but what can you do?

Derek’s only half paying attention. He focuses enough to keep himself alive, but it’s easy to go on autopilot. The hunters will always attack, and they will always defend. Some will get hurt. They’ll heal in time to start the game over again. Nothing new.

It should be nothing new. It is, until Derek rounds a corner and he sees one of the hunters shooting at Y/N’s back. She’s distracted taking out someone else. She won’t react in time, Derek knows it, he can feel it in his bones like a bad frost, and Derek– he actually screams, a guttural shout of despair, and he hurls himself at the hunter. The gun goes flying out of the guy’s hands and into a corner of the room, blood spatters following it a second later. It’s alright again. Y/N is fine.

Y/N, actually, is staring at him in confusion. “What was that about?” She asks slowly.

Derek catches a hazy glimpse of himself in the glass panel of a nearby door and realizes that he looks mad. His eyes are wide, startled, glowing; his claws are out and dripping with gore. “He was going to shoot you,” he says, a little unsteadily, “You weren’t paying attention.”

She shakes her head slowly. “I was, Derek. His gun was empty. No more bullets left, I heard the empty barrel click a minute ago.”

Derek stares at her uncomprehendingly, and Y/N has to cross the room, pick up the fallen hunter’s weapon, and pull the trigger several times until Derek understands. She was right, no ammunition was shot. It was a complete misfire on his end, and something that he should have picked up on far before he decided to strike. If Y/N could hear that the gun was empty from across the room, Derek should have known it from where he stood.

He knows what this means, then. It means he’s making mistakes, and mistakes get you killed. They get everyone killed. Derek hasn’t made a mistake like this in a long time, because he never let anyone in, but he has now, hasn’t he? He’s known it for a long time. Y/N means far more to him than a prolonged one night stand. He has feelings for her, of a depth he couldn’t decipher if given a thousand years trapped inside his own head. Derek Hale has fallen in love, but this love will destroy him. It will make him weak.

And, fuck, Derek knows how this is going to end. How it always ends. He is a fire, consuming everything in his path; burning down his family home; choking the last breath from the lungs of anyone foolish enough to love him. If Y/N realizes that he loves her, if she does something so terrible as to love him back, she will fall before the year is out. They always do, and it will be his fault again, his fault like it was for all the others.

He moves before he knows what he’s doing. Y/N is calling after him, he thinks, but Derek is already rounding the corner and out of the hallway. Hunters in his path are killed by a wolf that might be Derek, if Derek was aware enough of what he was doing to act on anything more than animal instinct. Instead, he just keeps going like a bloodsoaked robot until Scott tells him it’s over, and then he leaves. He does not check in with the rest of the pack. He does not check in with Y/N.

In fact, he does not speak with her again. She tries texting him afterwards to see if he’s alright, and then even shows up at his door when he’s unresponsive for days, but Derek just waits silently in the confines of his apartment until she goes away. She can probably hear his heartbeat, but it doesn’t matter. This will benefit both of them. Neither Derek nor Y/N can afford an attachment like this. He’s already started slipping up in the heat of battle. Who knows what sort of deadly error he will commit next?

If he thought the McCall pack’s judgment was bad enough before, they’re downright diabolical now. He can’t speak to them without being on the receiving end of a thousand hateful stares. Every time he so much as crosses their path, you’d think he murdered their entire family. It’s unreal. Don’t they know he’s doing this for the best?

It’s not like Derek enjoys this, anyway. It’s unnatural. He’s started waking up at odd hours of the night, reaching out for someone who isn’t there. Derek rises with the sun and stares at the empty other half of the bed. He starts to get up quietly and then remembers that there’s no one around who’s still sleeping, so he can be as loud as he pleases. It feels wrong when the floor creaks.

He’s started creeping closer to the door whenever Y/N stops by. He hovers right by the threshold, listening; he can tell by the inflections of her voice that she’s starting to give up hope, and then she stops coming. When a week goes by without a single word from her, Derek thinks that he should be pleased because he’s finally saved her from himself, but instead, all he feels is alone.

It’s not a good feeling, this. Derek thought he would be able to shake off any and all feelings for her in a matter of weeks, but even a month later, he’s still in a terrible state. Lydia starts taking pity on him, he thinks, and actually treats him like a normal human being again, which kind of makes it all worse. He doesn’t want her compassion. He wants–

He wants Y/N. Waking up alone again, hands curling into fists around empty sheets, Derek realizes the earth-shattering truth as if from a dream. He wants her. He wants her more than anything. If this is safety, Derek doesn’t want it. He hates not knowing if she’s alright. He hates thinking that he might have hurt her. If this is the cost of keeping them both alive, Derek would rather be dead.

He throws on his clothes, headed towards the door in a flash. He wakes up early, always has; if he can just get over to her place before she leaves to go to work, maybe it would be okay– maybe she would still want him– maybe he would be enough, now that he knows without a shadow of a doubt that she is for him–

Y/N doesn’t open her door at first, which is, admittedly, justified. Derek’s cheeks flush with shame remembering all the times he’d pointedly ignored her visits. However, she’s better than him, always has been, and opens the door eventually. He looks at her, breathes out at last, and says– “I miss you.”

Y/N arches a brow. “You do?”

“I do,” Derek repeats, “And I’ve been– stupid, really, and I shouldn’t have been. I know better than that.”

Y/N folds her arms across her chest. “What made you change your mind?”

“I realized I love you,” Derek says. It’s only five words, but it makes Y/N sway as if she’s been shot.

“You’re just saying that,” she whispers faintly.

Derek shakes her head. “I’m not the type to throw those words around. You know that. You know me better than anyone, Y/N. Tell me if I’m lying.”

He waits. She stares at him, but at last she nods slowly, and says, “You love me?”

“I love you,” he affirms. Then: “Can I come in?”

A ghost of a smile haunts her lips. “Always so forward, aren’t you?”

He laughs a little, actually. It surprises both of them, Derek the most. “I thought you liked that about me.”

“I do,” she admits, and steps aside to let him pass. Derek lingers by her side, he can’t help it. Moments like these were meant to be treasured. He may have messed up too many of them to count, but for once, Derek can start again. He intends to make the most of it.

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fandomnsfw · 1 year

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Pack Mom - Derek Hale x Reader

Pairing: Derek x Reader

Prompt: You’ve always been the mother figure to everyone in the pack but when the pups start calling you mom they also start treating you as Derek’s mate, awkwardness and confessions ensue.

Warning: Smut! and other shit! :D

ENJOY!!

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You hopped out of your newly bought Mustang, you knew the pack would be shocked at your new car but the moment you saw the sleek black vehicle you knew it was the one. Your last car got trashed in a car chase with the Calaveras but you dug into your inheritance and decided to get something nicer. The moment one foot stepped out of the new car Stiles was on you with a million questions.

“Ohh my god when did you get this!? How does it run!? How much was it!?” You rolled your eyes but answered all of Stiles’ question calmly because you adored Stiles he was like a brother to you.

“Wow that is one beautiful car.” You heard a gruff voice say from behind you, you knew who it was but you turned around anyway with a nervous grin.

“I know she runs amazingly!” You exclaimed cheerfully which made Derek crack a small smile.

“Did he just smile?” Stiles stared at Derek with wide eyes.

“Yes Stiles I have the ability to smile.” Derek deadpanned.

“How come I’ve never seen you smile at anyone except Y/N? Well unless you count that deputy at the police station who you flirted with. Why don’t you smile at me?” Stiles rambled his arms flying around in an exaggerating manor.

“I smile at Y/N because she is about 5 times more attractive and 100% less hyperactive spaz.” Derek replied easily but when he said you were attractive your mind went blank, your heart started racing rapidly and you knew your cheeks were most likely bright red.

“Ooo Derek and Y/N sittin’ in a tree K I S S I N G fir-”

“Stiles shut up before I rip yo-”

“First comes love!” Erica popped up out of nowhere and started singing along.

“Then comes marriage!” Liam exclaimed as he burst out the door with a grin on his face.

“Then comes a baby in a baby carriage!” The three of them shouted together, at this point you knew your face was bright red so you buried your head in your hands willing it to go away.

“Then comes a divorce because she finally realises how grumpy Derek is.” You heard a cheerful voice at which made you look up to see Peter.

“Derek’s not grumpy.” You huffed at Peter which made everyone turn to you.

“Oh so no divorce?” Peter smirked knowing he’s caught you red handed.

“No! I mean-We’re not…And he’s not-Fuck my life!” You screamed storming into the house the pups soon following behind you.

You sat down next to Isaac and Liam as soon as the pack meeting started, they were both sat very close but you knew it was because contact made them calm. As Derek went through everything he needed to you stared at his chiselled face, the abs that you could see through his tight shirt and his ice green eyes as they darted to and from each pack member who asked question.

As the meeting came to a wraps Liam already had his head on your shoulder and Isaac had his on your lap you glanced at both of them smiling but knew you had to move if you wanted to get started on making dinner.

“Liam honey I need to go start on dinner.” His head shot up, nodding before running off to play video games with the boys.

“Isaac sweetie I need to go make food.” You giggled when he nuzzled into your lap more, you ran your fingers through his hair softly before looking down at his face realising he was sleeping. You lifted his head gently and set it on a cushion once you had moved. His face twisted in one of a lost puppy and he reached for anything he could.

“M-Mama..” He whimpered as his hand touched mine. Suddenly you were aware almost all the packs eyes were on you. You wanted to be embarrassed but you couldn’t be because it didn’t feel weird to be called that by the pups.

“Can I ask why everyone feel like that is something to gawp over?” You snapped in a motherly tone which soon made them lower their heads. As so finally got round to making tea you could hear Isaac shouting at the tv which you assumed to be because of a video game, suddenly Jacksons voice cut through the conversation.

“Aww is mama’s boy losing? Why don’t you go-”

“JACKSON JOHNATHAN WHITTEMORE!” you screamed as you shot out the kitchen door straight into the living area. Jackson froze and dropped his controller.

“Apologise right now!” You shouted as everyone seemed to freeze. Derek seemed ready to jump in but you knew he didn’t need to.

“Sorry Isaac..” You dipped his head slightly as if he’d been scolded by his mother.

“Now who’s a mama’s boy?” Stiles snorted which made your eyes shoot to him.

“Mieczyslaw Stilinski! Get in this kitchen and help me make food!” Everyone stared at you wide eyed making Stiles flush.

“How the hell did you pronounce that so perfectly!? I can’t even pronounce it and I’m his best friend!” Scott exclaimed as everyone stared at you then Scott. You ignored Scott question and followed an embarrassed Stiles into the kitchen.

After you finished making dinner you had the pack set the table and carry the excessive amount of food to the table. You all sat down, staring at the various foods you had made. You sat to Derek’s left and Scott was on his right. You noted that everyone let Derek eat the first bite which was normal because he was the Alpha but when everyone stared at you, you looked to Derek for help.

“Why is everyone looking at me?” You asked confused by everyone’s actions.

“The first person to eat in the pack is the Alpha then his mate, then the Alpha’s second.” Lydia stated calmly as she smiled over at you.

“But Scott is Derek’s second not me?” You replied, your left eyebrow raised slightly.

“But your Derek’s mate. Right?” Isaac asked from the seat next to you.

“What?” You looked back to Derek who was staring at Isaac with the same confused look.

“Guys we’re not dating…” Derek shifted awkwardly in his seat as he spoke it made your heart clench painfully at the fact he was uncomfortable with the idea of dating you.

“Oh sorry the idea of dating me seems so farfetched to you.” You growled at him making everyone freeze for what felt like the millionth time tonight.

“That’s not what I was saying Y/N.” Derek stated softly as he stared into your Y/E/C eyes.

“So what were you saying Derek?” You sneered and everyone seemed to shrink into their seats.

“Well I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with everything they were saying…” He whispered his voice trailing off slightly.

“In what world would anyone be uncomfortable with dating Derek Hale?!” You screeched staring at him like he’d grown another head.

“Well if you wanna play that game fine! In what world would anyone be uncomfortable with dating Y/N Y/L/N!” He retaliated harshly.

“So then why aren’t you guys dating?” Liam spoke up softly, everyone turned to look at the youngest of the pack his head held high as if he’d knew he’d said something smart.

“Because Derek doesn’t like me the way I like him and you know this!” You whisper yelled to Liam but realised that you’d said it loud enough for everyone to hear.

“You like me?” Derek asked making you turn your attention to him, your face now bright red.

“Can we talk about this after diner please? I’d like to at least enjoy the food I cooked before you flat out reject me.” You mumbled softly before pushing the food around your plate. You looked up to Derek who was now out his seat. Before you knew what had happened you were yanked out your seat, one of his arms firmly wrapped around your waist and the other hand cupped your cheek.

“Do you like me?” He asked again with more heat and curiosity in his voice, his green eyes stared into yours making everyone else disappear. You nodded softly as your eyes flicked from his to his lips. His lips met yours in a soft yet passionate kiss, after a few seconds of small kisses that stole your breath away you were pulled out by the sound of Isaac’s voice.

“Ew it’s like watching your parents make out.” You pulled away flushing slightly before looking up at Derek who sent you a pantie melting grin which made your knees weak.

“Can we eat now I didn’t slave over a hot stove to eat cold food?” Stiles grumbled which made me turn to him with a raised eyebrow daring him to take all the credit.

“I mean let eat this delicious food mama made and then make sure to give her a foot massage later?” He grinned over at your cheekily.

“Stiles shut up or I will rip your thr-” Derek stopped mid-sentence as you shot him the same look.

“I mean let’s eat then put on Y/N favourite film?” Derek mumbled his eyes wide.

“See now you’re getting it. Okay time to eat.” You giggled pressing a gentle kiss to Derek’s cheek.

After dinner you all put on a film and cuddled on the giant L shaped couch. Everyone was touching in some way with and Derek in the middle of what could only be classed as a puppy pile. You could stop to scared thought that this could just be another one of your dreams about Derek but every time you count your fingers and thumbs you had ten altogether. You buried you head into Derek hard chest which was surprisingly comfortable. You drew shapes absently on Derek’s chest as your listened to his heart beat. Every now and then it would rise and become louder but other than that it was a calming tempo.

Eventually everyone started leaving until you were the last on left in the newly re-built Hale house. You shuffled about as Derek walked you to the front door. As you were about to put your shoes on Derek stopped you grabbing your face and kissing you with so much emotion and roughness you knew your lips would bruise. When he pulled away, you let out a small whine from the loss but opened your eyes to look into his.

“God I’ve wanted to do that all night but I felt like I’d scar the pups.” Derek sighed softly as he started regaining his lost breath.

“Derek…What are we?” You asked softly as his hands made circles on both cheeks.

“You’re mine and I’m yours.” He responded calmly, his hands slipping into your hair. When he gripped your hair slightly you let out a whimper now thoughts of him claiming you, his eyes glowing red as he made you submit, made their way into your head. You soon started to feel your panties grow damn which as soon as Derek took a deep breath through his nose you knew he smelt because his eyes changed from icy green to crimson red.

“Stop.” He growled as your arousal got worse as his red eyes stared into yours.

“I can’t stop the fact that you turn me on Derek.” You chuckled softly, biting your lip so stop another whimper escaping when you felt his hand grip your hair tighter.

“You smell so sweet.” His left hands moved to grip your hip as he drew you closer towards him.

“If you don’t leave now I’m going to take you upstairs and claim you.” Derek growled into your ear, his fangs grazing against the shell of your ear.

“Then do it.” You panted as his mouth moved to your neck.

“You sure that’s what you want I mean we only star-”

Before he could continue rambling you grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him down for a bruising kiss. Both his hands gripped your waist in a tight hold but you didn’t care if he left bruises it just meant that Derek wanted you that much he couldn’t control himself and to you that felt empowering.

“Yes I’m sure I want Alpha to claim me.” You whined softly as you pulled away from the kiss.

He didn’t answer with words instead chose to growl at my choice of words, there was something extremely attractive about his red eyes and growls that went straight to your core. You step back from him and pulled off your baby blue summer dress you were currently wearing, leaving you in your underwear, a strapless nude pink bra and matching panties. His eyes roamed over you hungrily as you made your way up the large set of stairs, swaying your hips seductively as you went. He was soon chasing after your almost fumbling like a horny teenager to get his shirt off.

Once you reached his room, you crawled onto his bed on all fours. He made his way over to you gripping your hips tightly. His right hand slowly made its way down your back pushing softly on your shoulder blades so you were face down with your lace clad ass in the air. You giggled shaking your ass at him playfully making another feral growl emit from his chest. He playfully slapped your ass making you playfully moan at him. You knew at this point you were so wet that your panties were likely soaked. His right hand made it way down my back to my ass before skimming over your lace cover pussy.

“Jesus you’re so wet.” He groaned as if this fact caused him and his dick physical pain.

“Mhm because Alpha makes me wet.” You gasped as he moved your panties to one side and ran his index finger through your wet folds.

“What does Alpha’s little kitten want?” He whispered as his lips gave small kisses to your ass cheeks which made you whine softly.

“Want Alpha’s tongue.” You managed to whisper, your hands gripping the sheets tightly in anticipation. Instead of responding he ripped your panties off, his tongue delving into your pussy as soon as the shredded panties were thrown away. You let out a breathy moan as his tongue dipped into your hole, fucking you roughly with his tongue before moving his attention to your clit giving slight kitten licks making you whimper before trying to push back on him. His hands gripped your hips keeping you firmly in place as he continued his ministrations on your dripping core. Soon his fingers entered the mix, his two fingers slowly pushing in and out making your moans louder. He started sucking on your clit making your orgasm start towards the edge.

“D-Derek am gonna’ cum.” You stuttered out barely able to even form the sentence but these words only made his finger go faster and his licks and bites get rougher. You finally felt yourself fall gripping the sheets, his name repeatedly falling from your lips over and over. Finally as you started to come down his attention stopped and you were flipped onto your back.

“Would like to stop now Y/N?” He asked as he hovered over your body his shirt gone along with his jeans leaving him in boxers with a very large noticeable hard on showing. He tucked some of your Y/H/C hair behind your ear, his actions soft and loving making you smiles up at him tiredly.

“No I want you to make love to me.” You smiled at him lovingly as he leaned down kissing your forehead. He nodded as he grabbed a condom from the nightstand, carefully rolling it on. He lifted your legs gently wrapping them around his waist, his tip now teasing your entrance. He looked at you one last time as if asking once again if this was okay but instead of answering verbally, you brought him down for a reassuring kiss. He entered you slowly your back arching softly as you gripped onto his bicep with one hand, the other gripping the sheets. You had only had sex once when you were 17 but he was a lot bigger than the guy who took your virginity. He stopped as soon as he was fully inside of you he looked down to make sure you were okay.

“You okay baby?” He asked softly caressing your face.

“Y-Yeah this is only my second time ever having…” You drifted off yours cheeks flushing tenfold.

“You should have told me I’d of prepared you more!” He whispered yelled his voice full of panic and apologies.

“It’s okay Der I’m fine now you can move.” You whispered bring him down for a chaste kiss.

He looked uncertain with your words but you moved your hips up letting out a gasp followed quickly by a moan. You moved your arms to rest around his neck pulling him down for a slow yet passion kiss as he began with slow thrusts that made you moan into the kiss. He supported himself on one arm and used the other to run his fingers through your L/S hair. He kissed the corner of your mouth as his thrust got harder but not faster. His lips placing a trail of kisses to your neck.

“Shit Y/N…Feels good.” He moaned huskily into your ear.

Your moans were gentle and worn out as you felt yourself building again. When you clenched around Derek slightly brought his hand down to draw circles against your clit. His panting and gasps getting heavier as his thrust became more uneven and messy. His other hand gripped the sheets as he felt you finally cum around his shaft.

“Derek!” Your voice shouted out as you felt yourself cum for the second time.

“I’m cumming…” He gasped as he thrust into deeper than before, making you rasp out a quiet moan. As he came his thrust became more uneven and slowed down before coming to a stop. You were both panting as he took the condom off. He tied it throwing it into the bin before he collapsed next to you. He pulled the covers from under both of you making sure your naked body was covered as he drew you in until your head was on his chest.

“I love you Y/N.” He whispered as he kissed your head, running his fingers through your hair.

“I love you too Der.” You murmured before you felt sleep take you.

I guess being pack mom isn’t so bad after all.

-> Part 2

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sterek-stuffs · 1 year

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Stiles and Derek pull off the ultimate game of survival charades: fooling the alpha pack into thinking their leader, alpha of alphas, demon wolf Deucalion himself, is still alive, in order to find the location of the Darach and save Beacon Hills and their pack, while Stiles learns to control this brand new, unusual power.

The Curse of the Love Sweater by HisBeloved 56k words, E

The "sweater curse" or "curse of the love sweater" is a term used by knitters to describe the belief that if a knitter gives a hand-knit sweater to a significant other, it will lead to the recipient breaking up with the knitter. When Stiles and Derek were children, a misunderstanding created a rift between Claudia Stilinski, owner of The Hale Yarn Company, and Talia Hale, the best knitter and spinner in the county, leading to the opening of Lucky Ewe, Claudia Stilinski's yarn store. Stiles and Derek have been lifelong competitors at the Beacon County Fair and after their mothers died, became owners of competing yarn shops. Derek is a budding knitwear designer on the eve of the release of his first book of patterns. Stiles wants him on his popular knitting YouTube show despite the decade-long feud between the Stilinski's and Hales. Hijinks, fluff, and ridiculousness ensue, and the boys get their happy ending.

Don't they know it's the end of the world? by flemoncake, mute90 20k words, M

Stiles thought being in love in a dangerous, post-apocalyptic world was a bad idea. He voted for pleasant, casual sex all the way. But being afraid of love doesn't stop it from coming after you. Being afraid doesn’t stop anything from coming after you.

love in suspension by creationmyth 6k words, T

They walk side by side back to the camaro, Derek’s all tensed up while Stiles hums some unnamable tune under his breath. When they finally break the treeline, Stiles pulls Derek by the arm so they’re face to face. “Thank you,” Stiles tells him quietly, making sure Derek knows he’s sincere. “It’s what we do.” It is. It really is. (or: Stiles and Derek learn, over time, how loyalty becomes love.)

ouroboros (get it right) by yesimirreputable 5k words, M

You try again, and the story's always the same: you never make it past eighteen.

a light and darkness in the heart of the forest by thedaughterofkings 10k words, T

There's a beast in the forest, they say. If you call to it, it will answer. To save his mom, Stiles will face up to it and hope the price won't be higher than the reward.

nothing but hope and virtue by dappledawndrawn, LeafZelindor 60k words, T

Senator Derek Hale, a California Democrat, had considered a future where he needed to hire a new campaign manager. He'd always expected to hire someone from inside the campaign. They'd have been familiar, respectful, come into his office carefully, with nervous excitement, and called him "sir" too much when asking for their first assignment. They'd have been familiar with the ins and outs of working with a werewolf pack, and everything would have been fine. Not great, maybe, but fine. But instead, Deaton retires with no warning, and almost sight-unseen, he hires Stiles Stilinksi, who is sprawled across his office couch, entering random contacts from Derek's Rolodex into his phone. Derek's a little in love with him. It's going to be a long campaign.

Fairy Wings and Beastly Tails by Bliz, PalenDrome (nerdherderette) 8k words, T

The prince knows it’s risky. He thinks about how he could manage without his wings; what his life would be like without flying or the ability to do spells. He thinks about his father and Scott, and all the others he’d leave behind if he fails. But then he thinks about the creature and the sadness in those green eyes, and how the image haunts his dreams. “I’ll do it,” he says as the Oak Witch’s grin grows wide.

Bite the Moonlight & Bleed Gold by raisesomehale 86k words, E

Seven years after being tricked and imprisoned by the Argents, Derek Hale finds himself off the blistering coasts of Antarctica aboard the Argentum Domina, an illegal prison ship out of which the Argents operate their behemoth, underground poaching empire. Bitter and packless, Derek spends his days working off his servitude by poaching creatures for Gerard to sell on the Black Magic Market, no future or end in sight. Until, Allison Argent brings him a capture case with a reward price so ludicrous that he has no choice but to accept. The only problem is, the target creature shouldn't even exist. Derek is flung fast into the deep webbings of a bigger mystery than he could have ever imagined. And discovers that, like this enchanting creature, not everything is as it seems.

My Soul to Keep by jacyevans, Jmeelee 18k words, T

Stiles came with a whiteboard, and blue dry erase marker, flapping it over his head like a white flag on a battlefield. "Come on," he coaxed. "You must want to say something. You've never gone this long without telling me to shut up." He waggled the marker in Derek's face. Stinging alcohol and pungent polymer singed Derek's nose hairs. His fingers itched to pick up the board, and not because he wanted to tell Stiles to be quiet. He enjoyed the babble that filled the apartment every few days, the hearty food, Stiles' particular, reassuring smell: maple sugar buzz, spicy-sweet deodorant, milk-sour frustration, floral shampoo, and spring grass at night. It soaked into Derek's couch, his bed, his skull. If any of it were real, Derek would take the board and write: thank you.

A Functioning Adult’s Field Guide to Enemies With Benefits by BisexualGoblin (LadyBoBo) 31k words, E

The six years Stiles was away for college, he certainly missed a lot—namely the whole best friend turned into a werewolf thing. But he didn’t think he missed enough to get replaced by a douche bag like Derek Hale. Now with Scott’s wedding looming, it’s the perfect chance for Stiles to show Derek who the real brains of the operation is. If only he could stop jumping into bed with him…

Let's build a beehive by GreyHaven 25k words, G

Ten years after he last saw Derek, Stiles' life is in ruins and he has nowhere else to turn. He has Derek's address but will he be welcomed? A post canon AU about healing, growth, acceptance, and love.

Handstands For You by Fenris13 15k words, E

"No, really, you don't have to—!" Stiles hisses, flinching as Derek rubs soap with needless intensity into the cut. "Shut up and keep still," Derek growls back. Stiles whines in response, squirming in Derek’s grip but otherwise following the order. Stupid werewolves and their stupid regeneratey-healy powers. It’s not Stiles’ fault that he’s wimpy and human, so when he gets thrown down a flight of stairs and through a rotten wooden wall by lake monsters, he still remembers it the next morning.

Shaking the wings of their terrible youths by Daisyapples 29k words, N/r

Stiles didn't expect much when he stopped a stranger being attacked in an alleyway. He didn't expect the wolf following him around New York, didn't expect the help when he was sick, didn't expect the psycho blond attacking him, or the place to stay. He didn't expect the new family. Oh, and he definitely didn't expect werewolves.

Dear Fellow Traveler by lanalua (this is me!) 32k words, M

Years after shit went down in Beacon Hills a traumatized Stiles is dating Lydia and living in New York, trying to avoid and get over anything related to the supernatural. When he finally decides to go back to his hometown and face his fears, he will be lead down a path of self-discovery that will change the course he had set for his life. Stiles shook his head. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe Derek, it was just that he couldn’t. If he’d had magic the whole time, did it mean he could have been less useless back in highschool? Did it mean he could have helped, maybe kept Erica and Boyd alive? Kept Derek and Scott from leaving? It was too much. Guilt tore through his stomach like an arrow. He felt himself start to hyperventilate again.

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apocalypse-shuffle · 6 months

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PETER HALE | “CREEPER WOLF” (teen wolf)

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“A Different Breed” (Peter Hale x Fem!Reader)

| With Lydia (& Allison) unwilling to help, and Peter unwilling to let himself be pushed around and fucked over by children, Peter finds other means to unlocking the secrets trapped in his late sister’s claws.

| SFW, canon divergence, manipulative!peter (what’s new though really?), reader is of African and Irish descent -banshee!reader

| 1k+ words

“Y/n L/n.”

Instinctually your brows furrow at the sound of your name even as you’re still looking at the ledgers on the library table.

“Yes?” You turn towards the person, a man. Trying not to seem rude you do him the favor of not looking at him as if he’s crazy for coming up to you with your full government name in his mouth. “If you’re looking for Ms. Fields she’s in the computer lab.”

He shakes his head. Something about the way he’s looking at you makes you stay stiff as you try to place if you’ve seen him before while leaning back on the table.

“Oh no,” he smiles in a way that’s probably supposed to be pleasant, “I’ve found exactly who I was looking for.”

Mhm. Part of your soul starts to ring out with danger bells but you don’t let him see that.

Planting your hands behind you on the desk you lean back some, inclining your head softly to the side, “What were you looking for me for?”

“Help.”

You nod slowly, dark fingers tapping against the edge of the table. This man doesn’t exactly give off the vibe of someone who needs (or trusts) help from anybody, but part of your job was literally helping people so you couldn’t call bullshit just yet.

You make sure to keep your expression open.

“Cool. What can I help you with, Mr… ?”

At your light promoting it’s like a flip switches and he suddenly remembers he has to seem far less suspicious than he’s otherwise been coming off.

His face loses its tension and in response you relax the tiniest bit as well.

“Hale,” he easily answers the inquiry.

The name pings at something familiar in your head. Hale…Hale? Ah!

“As in Talia Hale?”

The man’s eyebrows go up and a cool smile takes over his face.

“Yeah actually. I’m surprised you’re old enough to remember.”

You give him a tight lipped smile. He definitely isn’t looking to make a light library request if he’s a werewolf whose purposely sought you out.

“I’m in my 20’s actually. I went to school with Derek.”

He hums, a sound that might actually be signifying a genuine moment of interest.

“You know what? I thought your name sounded familiar.” He points to you, a roguish smile stretches across sharp features. “You were the basketball team’s manager, weren’t you?”

You snort despite yourself.

Out of all the reasons he could have remembered you by - the most likely of which being that you were one of the scant few black student body that went to BHS - that it was for basketball was a pleasant enough surprise.

“Yeah, I was, actually - and since you’re not Derek I’m gonna guess you’re his uncle.”

“Yes well,” he makes a low sound and meets your eyes, “I am his uncle. Peter.” He holds out his hand.

You only have a second to eye it in contemplation before it becomes socially unacceptable, but he’s got a really intense stare and you’re already nervous about this whole thing, so you end up biting the bullet before you can really think your decision through.

Hastily, you accept his outstretched hand to shake and immediately he uses the connection to pull himself closer. It forces you to knock your head back a bit to keep looking him in the face, your own face heating up.

Peter chuckles. It’s smooth and feels just a little patronizing and makes your eyebrow raise.

Those alarm bells from earlier start kicking up a fuss, whirring through your bloodstream like a tsunami. You keep a tightly controlled lid on it, but just barely.

Even as a beta Peter Hale was dangerous.

“You gonna stare at me with those pretty eyes all day, or you gonna tell me what you need?”

The corner of his eyes crinkle and his smile widens. His hand is still inhumanly warm against yours.

“Don’t knock yourself short, your eyes are pretty too.” He blinks down at you, eyes twinkling for a brief moment. “Like cognac diamonds.”

You bite the inside of your lip as Peter leans in even more, planting one of his hands next to yours on the table. Your breath speeds up as your bodies graze one another.

Casual as anything Peter leans down till your heads are level so he can whisper.

“Let’s cut the pretense, shall we, I know what you are.” Instantly you tense up again, eyes widening. Now his presence so close to you feels burning hot; nearly suffocating. Your palm is getting sweaty and your fingers are starting to creek at his tightening hold.

You swallow thickly, licking your lips. His breath puffs warmth onto the shell of your ear causing goosebumps to sprout along your brown skin.

“I'm going to need to use those abilities of yours.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You bite your lip harder after the poorly hidden shakiness in your voice meets your ears. The man - the wolf looming over you chuffs, voice going back to normal.

“Come on, Sweetheart. We both know that’s not true.” He straightens up then, his now free hand coming to press into his chest. “Let’s make this easier. I’m Peter Hale, big bad werewolf; and you’re Y/n L/n, prettiest banshee in Beacon Hills.”

“There’s other banshees in this town.”

He nods.

“Oh I know, but I’m not much into children and she wouldn’t be my type anyway. Now, you’re going to help me because teenage girls are brats.”

Your jaw works as you stare up at him. There’s not much you could even do in this situation other than go along or get your throat ripped out. You’d overheard some…things about Peter from your father the night he was admitted into the hospital that you’d rather not get a personal example of. Pack left hand, ruthless, it was good he wasn’t able to cause any more trouble.

“Fine,” you force out.

Eyes dropping, you glare daggers into the floor as he chuckles.

“Good choice.” He starts dragging you off towards one of the back rooms, “Now how advanced in your birthright are you? And who activated you?”

Your jaw clenches but you make yourself answer anyway.

“Since I graduated high school,” you glare at his back, “and not a who, a what.”

“Ah,” Peter nods and gestures for you to unlock the door. “The nemeton?”

Snatching your key ring from your pocket you shove the correct one into the hole and the second the key’s pulled back he’s knocking it open and shoving you in before him.

You stumble but quickly spin back around to keep your eyes on the werewolf.

“Yes,” you snap, “the nemeton was left defenseless and was just reacting to the only supernatural beings left, dormant or not.”

Peter locks and then leans against the door.

“Me and you,” he says, crossing his arms.

You hum an affirmative and go about shoving your rumpled clothes back into place.

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“Noted.”

He has the audacity to throw you yet another one of those roguish smiles before those angelite eyes flash a supernatural electric blue.

That thing deep within you that turns your eyes white and forces a wail from your throat when death’s near rumbles inside your chest in response. You glare at Peter, shoving it down.

“Just tell me what you want.”

He claps before pulling a brown ornate jar out from behind his back.

“I want you to tell me what memory is trapped in these,” he scowls, “the full memory.”

“No shit,” you grunt.

When you reach for the jar he puts it more out of reach and inclines his head to give you a reproachful look though. You roll your eyes, the one time a man shows some interest in you and it’s this guy.

“I get it. The full memory or you’ll rip my throat out with your teeth or whatever.”

He scoffs but hands you the jar. You start to untwist it.

“The whole throat teeth thing is much more my nephew's style. No, I like to use my claws. There’s zero need for blood in my mouth when it’s sticking to my clothes.”

You grimace. Damn v-neck wearing bastard. No stable person talked like that, he was crazy, and you say as much out loud.

“So you're crazy?”

He laughs, sounding a little startled, and you dump the five werewolf claws into your palm. Ooookay.

“I’ve got to say, I like you way more than the other banshee I know.”

You grunt.

“Martin’s daughter, right?”

“Just the one,” he drawls.

You nod vaguely while inspecting the claws, turning them over with the fingers of your free hand. They’ve got a distinct hum of magic around them still, a particular frequency.

“These are Talia’s,” you state.

“Oh you are on a roll today, Sweetheart,” his eyes run over your body appreciatively before jumping back to your face. His smirk only widens at the unimpressed look you’re giving him, “now just tell me what she took from me.”

You give him one last pinched look before closing your eyes and clamping your fist around the sharp points. You exhale and focus on the frequency.

Alphas. Head of their packs. Crimson eyes. Leaders. Wolves. Chosen protector of Beacon Hills, burned alive on its lands after years of successfully protecting it and the people within it.

Your eyes snap open. They’re white. White like snow or powdered sugar. Like your mother’s favorite blanket on the back of the couch or like the steam from the pot when you whip up some soup when you’re missing your grandma like hell. White like the froth from crashing waves, like the blur between the mother, the spirit, and the crone when they flash before mortals eyes. White like the void between life and death.

The blank image before you, as you see with different eyes, flashes into one of a black haired woman. Talia Hale. She’s standing beside a chair, a chair Peter’s sitting in. Another flash and a screaming woman is there, talking about a baby and Peter and how it’s taking her power goddamnit!

You gasp, eyes blinking back to the present and keel forward, dropping the claws to the floor in the process. You barely make out the tiny clinks of them hitting the vinyl, hands resting on bent knees as harsh breaths rush from your chest.

Peter’s suddenly there, the claws are no longer on the ground and the jar’s nowhere to be seen. He grabs your forearms and then hefts you upright, shaking you.

“What? What was it? What’d you see?”

You groan and try to shake him off but he doesn’t budge. His grip only gets tighter.

“Fuck you,” you gasp. “You’ve got a kid - a Coyote wer - somewhere here in Beacon.”

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!! I’ll catch any typos later.

In retrospect it really is wild how little black people were in Teen Wolf. Like, off the top of my head there was only four, I think.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it! this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

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hawkeyetrained · 1 year

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Favorite Niece

Derek Hale x Fem!Argent!reader

Other Characters: Kate Argent, Allison Argent (mentioned), McCall Pack (mentioned)

Warnings: cannon level violence, but nothing too bad, Derek tied up, slight S1E11 spoilers

Summary: She is the older sister of Allison Argent and, unlike her sister, knows all about the supernatural world. What happens when her aunt visits and happens to capture her boyfriend?

Word count: 1,650

My family was well known in the hunter community. Each member was trained either as a hunter, or a leader. My mother was the leader in our family, until time came for me or my little sister to take her place. Allison and I had just moved to Beacon Hills with our parents. She was a sophomore while I was a few months away from finishing my senior year. My little sister still didn’t know too much about the supernatural world we lived in, but me, my aunt Kate had been teaching and mentoring me for years.

She saw the world in a much different light than I did though. She believed that anything supernatural should be killed, while I, on the other hand, thought that those living in peace and protecting their own people and spaces shouldn’t be put down.

When we first moved here, I met Derek Hale while out in the woods, practicing my knife throwing. He had stopped running when he heard my frustrated yells and curses, coming over to investigate and make sure no one was hurt. We were instantly drawn together, neither of us wanting to stay away from each other for more than a few hours. The fact that I came from a family of hunters was one of the first topics that came up when we first got together. When I assured him that I saw the world in a vastly different way than my family, he and I became inseparable.

Everyone in the hunting world knew the Hale’s, and their story. I didn’t want to believe that someone could be horrible enough to trap a family in their house and let them burn. But when Derek opened up and told me about the night of the fire, about the pain he went through after losing his entire family, I swore off hunting completely.

Now, we had been together for nearly half a year, and when my aunt Kate came into town to visit, Derek and I had to keep things even quieter than usual. Scott and Stiles both knew Derek and I were together, but we had them keep things to themselves when my baby sister began hanging around with the three of us and Derek.

“Hi there my beautiful niece.” Kate smiled widely as she came into my room. I set my notebook down and turned around in my chair, making sure my phone was face down so she couldn’t see my messages.

“Hey Aunt Kate.” I smiled back at her, hoping she couldn’t feel my anxiety rolling off my body in heavy waves. I hadn’t been able to get a hold of Derek for hours, and with the small group of hunters in town, I was overly nervous.

“You at a good place for a break?” She nodded back to my homework. “I wanna show you something.”

“Umm.” I closed my laptop after saving my English report. “Yeah, I can stop for the night.” I slipped my boots on and grabbed by burnt orange sweater as I followed her out the front door. “Mom, dad, Aunt Kate is kidnapping me for the night. Love you!” I yelled back into the house before getting in the car. “So, where are we going?”

“I have a surprise for you.” She had been teaching me more and more about the hunting world as I had been trying to keep her off my back with my relationship with Derek. “You’ve been making so much progress in your training with me. I can’t believe how quickly you picked up knife throwing, and I swear you’re a natural shooter, so I thought I would surprise you with a very easy first hunt.”

My blood ran cold, and it felt like my heart stopped beating. “What do you mean? You know how I feel about hunting.”

Kate rolled her eyes. “I know, but you’ll have to get over it eventually. What if something comes after your baby sister one day?” Threatening Allison like that made my entire body freeze. She knew how protective I was over my little sister, how I’d do anything to keep her safe and out of the hunting world if I could. My dad had just started teaching Allison the basics, so the thought of her being thrown into hunting like I was scared the hell out of me. “You need to know how to protect yourself and your sister.”

She opened her door and got out of the car. When did we stop? “Where are we?” I followed behind her, not being able to see much as we wondered through the darkness, only to stop in the basement of what I recognized to be the Hale house. “Aunt Kate?” My heart was pounding as I followed her farther into the basement, only to come to a room with Derek chained up to a metal frame, wires connecting the metal to the circuit box on the wall, my curious eyes widening in shock and fear.

“Surprise!” She gave me a wide grin and held her arms to her side, effectively making Derek jump awake and his eyes land on my face. “What better way to kick off your hunting life than to take out one of the most famous werewolves in Beacon Hills?”

My breathing was a bit heavier as I stared at Derek. His side was bandaged up, the wires of the circuit box disappearing under the black tape, and he looked like he hadn’t sept in days. I knew Kate had been torturing him, probably sending too much electricity through his body as her way of getting him to talk and not letting him heal properly. “You...you want me to kill Derek Hale?” I looked at my aunt like she was crazy.

“Yes!” She wrapped an arm around my shoulders and dragged me closer to the werewolf. Derek bared his teeth and growled at my aunt. “See, he’s just so feisty.” She didn’t know he was trying to protect me, not himself.

“Derek?” My voice was soft, my aunt taking it as disbelief, not my fear for his life. “I can’t do this. He never did anything to me.”

Kate rolled her eyes at me, dropping her arm and going over to the circuit switch. “Sure, you can. You just have to take the first few steps.” I hadn’t taken my eyes off of his, until I heard a small click, and Derek tensed up in pain, a loud roar tearing through his chest.

“No, no, Aunt Kate, stop! Stop!” I shrieked, running over to her table, and flipping the switch off. Derek relaxed back against the metal wall, a breath of relief falling from his lips. “Stop.”

“Oh, come on sweetheart, he’s a monster. Our family, we hunt them down to make sure they won’t ever hurt anyone.” My eyes were wide as I stared at Derek, his bare chest heaving as he took in all the air he could before my aunt would turn the machine back on.

“He hasn’t hurt anyone though.”

“But he will!” Her voice was getting louder and louder, almost yelling at me. “You need to understand that werewolves are dangerous and need to be put down.”

I was silent for what felt like hours, both Kate and Derek looking at me, waiting for my answer. “Ok.” I sighed. “You want me to kill him, fine. But I don’t want you breathing down my neck telling me I’m doing something wrong. Go wait in the car.” I had to convince her that I would go through with it. My fingers trailed over the black handgun sitting beside the machine on the table, slightly trembling. “Please, just let me do this my way.”

A proud smile covered her face as my eyes dropped to the ground. “Alright! I knew you were my favorite niece for a reason.” She clapped her hands together. “I’ll see you outside in twenty minutes.” Kate turned and walked out of the house. I didn’t move until I heard the car door shut behind her, then I moved quickly up to Derek’s side.

“Derek?” I placed my hands on his cheeks, turning his face to look at me. “Look at me, please.”

“Why? You wanna look into my eyes as you kill me? I knew it wasn’t real.” The pain in his words broke my heart.

My eyes filled with tears and I held onto his cheeks just a bit tighter. “Derek, I am nothing like my aunt. She is crazy and thinks anything supernatural should be killed. I can’t do that. I could never do that, especially not to you. I sent her out so I could get you free, so I could save you.” My hands smoothed down his sweaty hair. “Please, Derek, you gotta believe me. I could never hurt you.”

“You do this, and it’s not just Kate that will come after you. It’s all her hunter friends, your mom and dad, maybe even your sister someday. You’re ok with that?” His eyes locked on mine, listening to my heart for a change in pace.

“For you?” I smiled softly, resting my head against his. “Anything.” He leaned forward, pressing a searing kiss to my lips before I pulled away. “You see a key?”

He rolled his eyes. “Move.” I listened to his order, stepping back, and watching his movements carefully. Derek planted his feet, balled his hands into fists, and threw his arms forward, snapping the metal cuffs off his wrists and tearing the black bandage from his side. “Now let’s get out of here.”

“Just a second.” My feet carried me up in front of him, my hands resting around his neck as I pulled him down for another kiss. His arms came to wrap around me, pulling me closer to his chest for a moment before leaning back and taking my hand in his. “You scared the hell out of me.”

A car door slammed outside the old Hale house. “We need to go.”

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renmackree · 6 months

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Rating: Mature for Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Word Count: 39,551

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence || Road Trips || POV Multiple || POV Alternating || Pack Alpha Derek Hale || Family Feels || Pack Feels || Slice of Life || Family Fluff || Fade to Black || Mild Hurt/Comfort || Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski are Eli Hale's Parents || Derek Hale Gets Therapy || Stiles Stilinski Gets Therapy || Embedded Images

For: @sterekyrround's Keeping the Balance: Joy of Sterek with the prompt "Sterek + Raising Eli"

Summary: “All good?” asked his Dad, a backpack slung over his shoulder like he was about to run off into the woods and go camping rather than drive his son to college. Then again, Derek had always looked like he’d rather be in the woods than in long car rides. Eli couldn’t imagine why. “In the hood,” Eli responded without a second thought. He shot his Dad a grin and two thumbs up. Eli could smell the older wolf was anxious – after all, his only son was going to college, leaving him alone with his crazy husband. Anyone would be nervous about that.

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callmekenya · 3 months

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Imagine: Scott developed a crush on Derek and Cora Hale's younger brother Y/n Hale, so Stiles talked him into asking him out.

When Scott walked through the doors of Beacon Hills High School, his eyes immediately landed onto Y/n Hale.

Y/n is Derek and Cora Hale's younger brother, also Scott's crush. Over the summer vacation he started losing feelings for Allison, so he broke up with her.

At first he couldn't process the fact of being attracted to another man, but Stiles being Stiles and always catching onto things, talked his best friend into asking Y/n out on a date.

Stiles: So are you gonna walk up to him and ask him on a date or continue staring at him like a creep?

Scott: [Sighs] I'm going, it's just... I'm nervous, I mean look at how beautiful he is, with those mesmerizing hazel/green eyes, not to mention his gorgeous black hair. Good hair must run in the family.

Stiles: Dude...can you just go ask him already, before you cream your pants. [Shoves him forward]

Scott: He-, Hey y/n.

Y/n: Mccall. Is there something I can help you with?

Scott: I was wondering, if you'd go to the movies with me Saturday night. That's if you're not busy of course, I mean with homework and other stuff.

Y/n: If you're trying to take me out on a date...do it properly.

Scott: Would you go to the movies with me Saturday night?

Y/n: I don't like questions, do it again.

Scott: Okay, uh...go to the movies with me.

Y/n: [leans up against his locker] Too demanding, try it again.

Scott: Go to the movies with me?

Y/n: That's another question, McCall. It's your final chance, so get it right.

Scott: I'm going to the movies, if you'd care to join me.

Y/n: Okay, pick me up at 8.

Scott: Wait! You need my number.

Y/n: I'll get it from my brother.

Stiles: So...what happened?

Scott: He smells like vanilla. (You can change it to your favorite scented fragrance)

Stiles: Scott I meant, if he accepted the date.

Scott: Oh yeah! Saturday night at 8.

Stiles: Oh, so you're watching a romantic movie then.

Scott: No, we're watching a drama/comedy, you know The Help.

Stiles: Me before you, is showing on Saturday night.

Scott: Great! We're not even close to Saturday and I already messed up the date.

Stiles: Let's get to class, before you have a heart attack, I'm sure he'll love the movie, just to make you feel better, me before you is also a romcom, so at least you didn't mess up the comedy part, [pulling Scott towards class] let's go.

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lavenderlegends · 6 months

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say, don't go

ship: stiles/derek prompt: memories characters: lydia, jackson, scott, isaac, boyd, erica, allison, kira, malia, danny cw: n/a tags: light angst, fluff, stiles leaves the pack, christmas word count: 2.5k ao3 ♞♚♞♚

Stiles stares out the window of the train. He fidgets with the receipt for his ticket in his hands. Crumpling, uncrumpling, ripping tiny pieces, and eventually, shoving it into his backpack's side pocket. He swallows, but there's a lump in his throat, and he doesn't know if he can breathe anymore.

He stands up under the guise of stretching his legs, and then sits down again. Squirms. He should've taken his ADHD and anti-anxiety meds, but he was so nervous about today that it slipped his mind completely.

"Excuse me," a voice comes from beside him. Stiles looks at the young girl in the seat next to him. She eyes his bouncing knee. "Do you mind not doing that? You're making me nervous."

"Sorry," he mumbles. He tries his best to stop, but it starts up again. He gives her an apologetic look and then looks back out the window.

It's mostly trees, and he wishes that it was more distracting.

They slow down to the next stop, and the girl beside him takes someone else's seat.

Stiles inhales sharply. Just outside his window, a perfect Christmas tree. He can't help himself. He's transported back, back to before he left Beacon Hills.

♞♚♞♚

"What do you think you're doing?" Lydia asks, laughing. She wraps her fingers around his wrist and tries to pull him in another direction. "C'mon, I have a gut-feeling the perfect Christmas tree is this way."

"No," Stiles says, shaking his head. He comes to a stop. "It's right there. Look at it. It's perfect."

"Perfect?" Lydia echoes. She stares at the tree before Stiles. "Actually... it just might be. Okay, I'll tell Jackson we want this one."

"Okay." Stiles lets her go and circles the tree to ensure that it really is perfect. He beams when Lydia shows up with Jackson. "This is the one."

Jackson inspects it before nodding. "Yep. It is. Stiles, bring the car around front?"

"Sure."

He makes his way through the tree farm and jingles Jackson's keys in his hand. It's going to be brilliant. Derek will never see it coming.

About a half hour later, they arrive at the Hale House. It's a little cold, a little empty. But it's big, beautiful, and ready to be loved again.

"Alright, I'll ask Scott to help me with the tree," Jackson says, giving Stiles a clap on the shoulder. "You go make sure everything else is in place."

"Bless," Stiles mutters as he jogs into the house. He's instantly hit with the aromas of food. Really, really good food. "God, it smells good."

"Doesn't it?" Scott asks, appearing in the living room archway. "Does Jackson need help with the tree?"

"Yeah."

"On it." Scott pauses before slipping out the front door. "This is really something that you're doing for him."

"It's nothing," Stiles says, unsure how to handle the sweet moment.

"It's something," Scott reassures him before leaving.

Stiles makes his way down the hallway to the kitchen. He grins. Erica and Boyd are blaring Christmas songs and laughing with each other.

Boyd catches sight of Stiles and nods silently, and Erica spins around. She's beaming. "Stilinski, reporting for duty."

He laughs. "How's it going, Reyes?"

"Great. The turkey is in the oven. The mashed potatoes are mashed. The beans are dressed. The--"

Boyd puts his arms around Erica's waist and she stops short to kiss his cheek.

"Everything is going to plan," Boyd says, grinning. "Kira and Allison will take over with the cookies soon."

Stiles grins back. "Speaking of... where are they?"

"Family room," Erica and Boyd answer in unison.

"Perfect." Stiles blows them kisses and they go back to work. He swings around into the family room where Danny is bent before the new electric fireplace. "Danny, my boy, how's it going?"

"Great," Danny answers, flicking a button. The electric fireplace roars to life.

"Amazing." He glances around. Kira, Allison, and Malia are giggling in the corner. "What's going on?"

Kira spins around first, her face red. "Nothing. Nothing. We were just..."

"We can't find this ugly doll's clothes," Malia answers, showing him a hideous doll.

"Uh..."

"It was Cora's," Allison explains. "She left explicit instructions that it was to make an appearance at the party."

"But it's naked," Kira adds, before she starts laughing nervously.

"Cora would hide all the clothes," Stiles says, shaking his head. "Maybe check with Laura where she might have put them before she left for New York?"

"On it!" Malia says, setting the doll back down.

"The decorations look amazing," Stiles murmurs, as he really allows himself to take in the room.

"Honestly, Derek had a lot of really great stuff in the shed," Allison tells him. "And anything we didn't find, Scott went out and bought."

"Nice." Stiles swings his thumb over his shoulder. "I think Erica and Boyd are cleaning up the kitchen for the cookies."

"Ooh, yay!" Kira says, grabbing Allison's hand. They rush past him.

Malia says, "Laura has an idea. Apparently, Cora has a secret back to her closet. I'll go check."

Stiles nods.

"Where do you want the tree?" Jackson's deep voice comes suddenly.

"And please answer fast, it's heavy!" Scott chimes in.

Stiles laughs. "That corner, please."

"I'll go get the decorations," Danny calls out.

Stiles helps Jackson and Scott set up the tree. Jackson and Scott chat about nothing of importance, so Stiles zones out and makes sure that every branch is placed perfectly.

Danny and Scott decorate the tree, and Stiles would be worried, but they know how important this is. They hang everything with extra care, and ask Stiles for direction multiple times.

♞♚♞♚

An hour later, everything is in place.

"Where's Isaac and Derek?" Stiles mutters, looking at the time on his phone.

"Coming up the drive right now," Jackson announces from the window.

"Places, people!" Lydia calls out. She turns to Stiles and says, "You ready for your big surprise?"

"Not in the slightest," Stiles mutters.

He moves towards the front door, and takes a deep breath. He had given the pack strict instructions to leave the front foyer the same. It's all part of the surprise.

It feels like forever until the front door swings open. Derek steps in, Isaac following close behind. Derek frowns.

"Stilinski, what are you up to?"

Stiles laughs. "Nothing. We just borrowed your kitchen to make cookies. That's all."

"Oh." Derek shrugs off his jacket and hangs it up. "Fine, but can you ask permission next time? You forget how potent the cookie scent is when Allison and Kira bake. They use so much sugar. It's sickenly sweet."

That's what I'm counting on, Stiles thinks. He grins. "Sure. Want to join us for a game in the family room?"

Derek glances at Isaac, who shrugs innocently. "...sure."

Stiles can't wait.

It's his best present ever.

He trails behind Derek and Isaac and despite expecting it, startles when everyone shouts "Surprise!"

"What--" Derek stammers. "What is this?"

"Merry Christmas," Stiles whispers beside him.

Everyone comes out from their hiding spots, settling into various places in the family room, and Derek turns to Stiles. "You did this?"

"Yeah. Couldn't have you celebrating Christmas all by yourself, now, could we?" Stiles asks, grinning.

"Oh my god," Derek mutters, looking over Stiles' shoulder. "Did Cora tell you about that doll?"

"Huh?" Stiles glances back and then says, "Yeah. Why?"

"It used to give me nightmares," Derek mutters. Stiles laughs, surprising himself. Derek takes a deep breath and says, "You know Cora and Laura are just in New York. It's not like they're... gone."

"I know." Stiles leans into Derek as Danny passes him. "We just wanted to do something for you. Make sure you knew that we'll always be a pack."

"I don't know what to say, Stiles. The place looks great." Derek glances around. "Thank you."

"Any time, bud."

Derek's face falls, and Stiles isn't sure what he did wrong. He takes a breath before adding, "Erica and Boyd made dinner."

"Amazing," Derek says, but it sounds different. Like he's not excited at all.

"Stiles, come settle an argument!" Jackson calls out.

"What makes you think I'm siding with you?" Stiles calls back. He pauses and says, "I'll be back."

"Sure," Derek says, as Kira comes bouncing up and wraps her arms around him.

Stiles walks over to settle an argument, and can't help but feel that saying goodbye to Derek is going to be harder than he expected.

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Now, it's a year later, and Stiles is on the train back to Beacon Hills. The train starts moving, snapping him out of the memory. He swallows. Telling Derek that night that he had been given a job offer in Vancouver had been hard.

Derek hadn't yelled. Hadn't even blamed him for leaving. He'd simply said, "That's why you did this. It's a goodbye party."

Stiles squirms, just thinking of it now.

And three hours later, he's getting off the train. He'd texted the almost defunct pack chat that he'd be getting home now. Scott assured him someone would be here to pick him up.

He just didn't expect it to be Derek.

"What--" Stiles starts and falters. He almost trips. "Derek?"

"Hey, Stilinski." It's said so flatly.

"Hi. I wasn't..."

"Expecting me?" Derek finishes for him when he trails off. "Yeah, well. Everyone else just conveniently happen to be busy."

"Can..."

"Let's go," Derek interrupts. He turns around and stalks off towards the parking lot. Stiles scrambles to follow him.

It's not until they're in the safety of Derek's Corvette that he manages to catch his breath. Seeing Derek after all this time... it's so hard.

He keeps getting flashes of memories. Of how he'd been so excited for the job opportunity. How everyone encouraged him to go, follow his dreams, and that Derek would be fine. If Derek had only said, "Don't go." Stiles would've happily stayed in Beacon Hills.

But Derek hadn't said anything. In fact, Derek had ignored every text, every midnight call, every olive branch.

"Can we talk?" Stiles asks, as they pull out of the parking lot.

"How are you?"

"No. Like... talk. Talk about how you haven't said a damn word to me since last year and--"

"And how you said we'd always be a pack and then ran away?" Derek interrupts. "Sure, we can talk about that."

"Derek, please." Stiles hates pleading, but he misses his best friend. He's about to tell him as much when Derek snorts. Anger flares up in Stiles. "Why are you acting like me leaving was the end of the pack?"

"Because it was." Derek glances at Stiles and hesitates before pulling his gaze back to the road. "Did you not get the memo?"

"Clearly not! What are you talking about!" Stiles shouts, hating that he's raising his voice to Derek.

Derek sighs and then explains. "After you left, the pack sort of disbanded. Everyone just got busy with their own thing. Lydia and Jackson travelled. Danny sort of faded out completely. Erica and Boyd do their own thing. Scott and Allison are focused on their vet clinic. Kira and Malia moved out of town. Isaac... who the fuck knows where he is or what he's doing these days. Last I heard he got a job at an autobody shop."

Stiles blinks. "What... what are you talking about?"

"You were the glue," Derek mutters. "And when you left, it all fell apart. Didn't you notice that the pack group chat hasn't been used in over six months before you decided to waltz back in?"

"I--" Stiles starts, but Derek's on a roll.

"Didn't you think about us?" he asks. Then quieter, "Didn't you think about me?"

"Of course, I did!" Stiles argues. "That's why I threw that huge Christmas party at your place! So, you'd know you'd never be alone."

Derek snorts. "Look at how well that turned out."

"Derek, I'm sorry, but..." Stiles frowns and rubs his face. "I didn't know. I had no idea. If I could go back in time, I would! I wouldn't go to Vancouver. I would stay right here."

"Would you?"

He's had a lot of time to think about this and nods. "Yeah. Yeah. I would. And you wanna know why?"

"Why?" Derek snaps.

"I miss you."

Derek's eyes are glued to the road, and Stiles wonders what he's thinking. There used to be a time when he'd just know. When they were in sync.

But the truth is out there now, so he might as well keep talking. "I miss you, you idiot. I miss how you'd show up at my bedroom window at the strangest hours, and sometimes, you had updates on situations, and sometimes... you just wanted some company. I miss how you always, always control the music in the car even though that is totally a passenger's responsibility."

Derek's lips twitch. Slightly. But it's enough for him to keep going.

"I miss the way you kept me on my toes. I never knew if you'd finally admit how you felt about me, or if I was making all the signs up in my head. I miss the way I would silently beg you to kiss me, and you'd be too busy laughing to notice. I miss the way you hug and smell and I miss the way you loved me."

Stiles lets out a deep breath.

Derek doesn't look at him, but simply pulls up in front of Stiles' dad's house.

"I never meant to hurt you, Derek." He swallows hard. "I just... I was going mad with confusion. I took the job because I thought maybe I'd take some space and sort out my thoughts. But I'm not over it. I don't think I'm ever going to be over you."

"Would you shut up?" Derek asks, but his voice is soft and there's no anger in it. "I'm processing."

Stiles nods, because he knows Derek needs time to sort out his thoughts. After all, it's a lot of information to receive at once.

But he starts to fidget. And his knee starts bouncing. And he can't contain himself much longer.

"I... I didn't know that you felt the same way," Derek finally says.

Stiles' lips part but he closes them. It's Derek's turn now.

"I'm an idiot. I'm sorry."

"You know, if you had told me to stay, I would've." Stiles rubs his hands together. "I loved you."

"Loved?"

"Love," Stiles corrects. "I loved you then, and I love you now."

"And tomorrow?" Derek asks, softly.

"And tomorrow, I'll love you."

Derek's lips twitch into a smile and that's all Stiles ever needed to see. He doesn't hesitate this time. Doesn't worry that he's making a huge mistake. Because he knows. Deep down, he knows that it was always meant to be him and Derek.

They're kissing and it's glorious and beautiful and hot and sexy and all the treasures at once.

"I love you too," Derek murmurs. "Quit your job. Move back. Come home."

"Boy, do I have good news for you," Stiles whispers, laughing. Derek tilts his head. "I quit my job two weeks ago."

Derek grins.

It's not everything they have to work through, Stiles knows, but for now, it's enough.

"We have a pack to get back together!" Stiles announces.

"Tomorrow," Derek says, before pulling him into another kiss.

♞♚♞♚

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in memory of Trevor the pet frog (1674 words) by Winchesterek Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski

For @sterekfests Fall Fest theme Haunted House, @sterekweek-2023 theme Only Just Begun & @sterekweekly word Magical

Stiles looked down at himself assessingly, not really sure how to feel about his outfit. He knew he didn’t look terrible, but he also looked pretty normal, too. Just like he did every day. Jeans with a T-shirt and a plaid over-shirt.

He was about to go on his first date with Derek freaking Hale. The hottest guy to date that he’s ever laid eyes on. And to think they’d met when Derek visited his family’s pumpkin patch. With two adorable kids, his niece and nephew. Stiles never asked how old they were, but he knew they were in elementary school. Maybe in second grade. So, young enough to think that pumpkins and Halloween were still cool.

He gave himself one more once over and grabbed his phone to check the time. It was almost 7 p.m., which meant that Derek would show up soon to pick him up. Stiles had never been so nervous in his life to go out on a date. Then again, he’d never been out with anyone as hot as Derek, either.

The doorbell rang and Stiles jumped, hurrying down the stairs.

“I got it, I got it!” he assured his parents as he shoved his phone into his pocket. He made sure he had his keys and his wallet too, before rushing to the door and opening it.

Stiles grinned, feeling his cheeks flush. “Uh, hi.” He was so awkward sometimes and he hated it.

“Hey,” Derek replied, his smile almost blinding. “You ready?”

“Uh, yeah—yeah.” Stiles gave a spastic wave to his parents and walked out of the door before they could come over and grill Derek for all the information that Stiles didn't even have himself yet. He closed the door behind himself, which caused Stiles to press closer to Derek, invading his space. Derek didn't seem to mind, though. “Did you want me to drive?”

Derek didn't move away, if anything, he seemed to step closer to Stiles. “Yeah, sure. Since you did pick the date location, after all.” Derek’s eyes seemed to twinkle as he gave Stiles another one of those smiles that made Stiles weak in the knees.

“Hopefully you like it…” Stiles pressed closer to Derek, forcing Derek to step back so they could move off of the porch and away from the door. Derek let Stiles walk ahead of him and followed him toward the Jeep.

“Do I get any hints at where we’re going?” Derek asked, pushing his hands into his pockets, and walking close to Stiles.

Stiles swore he could almost feel the heat of Derek’s body against his, even though they weren't touching as they walked. “Well, it’s supposed to be a surprise and if I give you hints then you might guess what it is.”

Derek chuckled and Stiles smiled, letting that sound settle him. He really wanted to hear Derek laugh more. He liked how happy Derek looked when he laughed, especially when it reached his eyes.

“Fair.” Derek’s smile was soft and he followed Stiles over to the driver's side of the Jeep. Stiles paused and glanced at Derek, brows furrowed.

“What? I can't open your door for you because you’re driving?” Derek asked, reaching for the door handle without waiting for Stiles’ response.

“I didn't say anything,” Stiles replied, trying not to smirk as Derek opened his door for him. “Thank you,” he added before climbing into the Jeep.

Derek closed the door and quickly rounded the Jeep to hop into the passenger seat. “Next time I’ll let you open my door,” he said with a teasing tone that made Stiles laugh.

“For sure,” Stiles agreed. “Can't let you make all of the romantic moves around here.”

“Definitely not,” Derek agreed and buckled up.

Stiles started up the Jeep and buckled up, taking a deep breath, and headed off toward his chosen date spot. He really hoped that Derek liked where he was taking him.

They chatted about mundane things as Stiles drove, like their favorite colors and foods, where they’d gone to high school and a little about what their childhoods were like. Nothing too deep yet, but Stiles was happy to learn as much as he could about Derek, even if they were just little things like the name of Derek’s childhood pet. Which was a tree frog named Trevor.

Stiles pulled into a parking lot, littered with other cars and people, and the fragrant scents of baked goods. He parked and killed the engine, looking over to Derek. “Well, this is it.”

Derek looked around, taking in the place. “Are we at the Fall Festival?”

Stiles blushed and ran a hand through his hair. “Uh, yeah. I thought maybe we could hit up one of the haunted houses and see what else they had going on here. My friend Lydia said they had some great caramel apples at one of the food stands.”

Derek seemed to bristle. “Haunted house?”

“Yeah, they have one here. Umm…” Stiles paused, studying Derek. He didn't seem excited about the prospect of visiting a haunted house. “It’s not like a real one, it’s just one where people jump out at you. No real ghosts.”

Derek chuckled nervously. “I might prefer the actual ghosts.” He cleared his voice. “I, uh—when I was a kid I had a bad experience at a haunted house and I haven't been in one since.”

“Oh.” Well. That was a bust, then. Stiles drummed his fingers on his door and then shrugged. “Okay, then let’s do something else. There’s plenty to do here. We can check out a few games and see what they have to eat. I’m sure we can find something.”

Derek seemed to relax and that made Stiles feel a little more at ease. The last thing he wanted Derek to do was to hate their first date.

“Yeah, that sounds a lot better,” Derek replied and gave Stiles a shy smile. “Thanks…”

“Of course. I want this to be a great night for both of us. The last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable. A haunted house isn't that important to me…” Stiles let the unsaid ‘unlike you are’ hang there between them.

Derek blushed and Stiles gave him a small smile before getting out of the Jeep and rounding to the passenger side. He opened the door for Derek, trying not to grin but he couldn't help himself.

“So, I guess it’s my turn to open your door.” Derek’s chuckle echoed Stiles’ as Stiles stepped aside and Derek climbed out of the Jeep.

“Thank you. You’re such a gentleman.” Derek’s tone was light and teasing as he stepped into Stiles’ space and Stiles closed the Jeep door. It made Stiles nervous and excited at the same time.

“Come on…let’s see what trouble we can get into,” Stiles replied, nodding his head toward the festival.

“After you.” Derek motioned with his hand and Stiles took the lead as they walked through the Fall Festival.

There were games, tents and stands with food and produce for sale, live music playing, a pumpkin village that Stiles was way too excited to visit, and a few gardening workshops that Stiles dragged Derek to despite Derek’s faked reluctance.

All in all, it was a nice night. And Stiles tried to focus on winning this game so he could get Derek a prize. He held the fake gun loosely, trying to stay relaxed, and when the bell rang he squeezed the trigger. The balloon in front of him grew and grew until it couldn't anymore and another bell rang. Derek was laughing and clapping behind Stiles and Stiles pumped his fist in the air. “Which one do you want?” Stiles asked, face bright with the largest smile he’d had in a long time.

“Uhhh, let’s do the frog,” Derek replied, pointing.

“We’d like the frog, please. That one,” Stiles told the game attendant. They handed the frog over and Stiles turned to proudly present an overly large frog to Derek. If he could beat his chest without it being cheesy, he would.

Derek laughed and took the frog, its limbs flailing everywhere as he tried to hold it without looking ridiculous. “I love it. Thank you.”

Stiles was so high on winning the frog that he took a chance to step forward and captured Derek’s lips in a kiss. When Derek didn't pull away, Stiles leaned into it, one of his hands moving to cup Derek’s bearded cheek as they kissed, soft and slow, taking their time and enjoying the moment.

As they parted, Derek was smiling against Stiles’ lips as he said, “Wow. That was—”

“Yeah…” It was something Stiles hadn't expected to feel. A warmth in his chest and his heart fluttering at kissing Derek. He smoothed his thumb along Derek’s cheek, stepping back only a bit. “Did you want to get something to eat?”

What was he supposed to say after a kiss like that? Let’s go to my Jeep so you can fuck me? Stiles would totally be okay with that, but this was more important. Derek was special, not some random hookup that he’d never see again. He wanted something more with Derek, even if this was only their first date.

“Turkey leg? Or maybe we can get some pie,” Derek offered, his hand moving to take Stiles’ hand in his and threading their fingers together. “We might have to take the frog back to the Jeep, though. I don't want him to get damaged while we lug him around the festival.”

“What are you going to name him?” Stiles asked as they began to walk.

“Trevor, of course. In memory of my pet frog.” Derek chuckled and hefted Trevor onto his shoulder as they walked hand in hand through the festival.

It might not have been the date the Stiles originally planned, but it was still magical. Perfect, even. In its own way.

And Stiles couldn't wait for their next date, even if he never wanted this one to end.

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thebigoblin · 3 months

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On The Dance Floor

tags: Not Scott McCall Friendly, Inspired by a Song, Oneshot, Alpha Derek Hale, Derek Hale Loves Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Loves Derek Hale, Getting Together, The Hale Pack 2.0, Fluff, Minor Sheriff Stilinski/Melissa McCall

a/n: found this in my drafts tagged as "complete." figured i'll post this as a lil weekend treat <3 so cleaned it up a bit. i'll post this on ao3 tomorrow ig. also, real enemy is giving fics a fucking title.

now you can also read this fic on ao3.

White, marble tiles are eaten up by his black, formal shoes, his movements a little hurried as he veers off another corner of this event hall, almost braining himself against the wall. He stops just at the right moment, curses his clumsiness, and continues walking down the empty hallway to the dressing room. Everyone else is already in the main hall, sitting on the chairs, and Stiles Stilinski was there only moments before, so he knows they're waiting for the ceremony to begin.

Except, his dad is getting cold-feet, and despite Scott's attempts at being normal around his soon-to-be stepfather, and being a shoulder to lean on, the cold-feet is getting worse. At least, that's what Derek texted him, a short, concise depiction of whatever the hell must be happening in the dressing room.

And he trusts the Alpha, so he's quick in his steps and quicker with his breaths when he does open up the door and finds his dad pacing around the decently-sized room, his suit on, and complemented by a look of absolute panic on his face.

Scott is standing off to the side, like he always seems to be these days, and he's on the opposite side of Derek, far from him, like he always was and always will be. Some people don't change, and Stiles has learned that through experience he would rather not repeat.

"Dad," Stiles says, and that's all it takes for the dam to break. His dad gives a quick glance to Scott, his once-favorite son, and then pulls both Stiles and Derek towards him, his hands a little sweaty with dread. His dad knows being close and talking low wouldn't make a difference, but it's the principle of the thing, and for one split second he wonders what 16 year old him would have thought of this fact, of Derek being his dad's chosen son, and him himself being this close to his dad. And Scott not even being privy to the beauty of this relationship.

"What if she doesn't want me to? I love Melissa, I do, but Claudia- I don't know. I had a dream yesterday, Stiles, and she was just, she was just there! Just sitting on the beach, where I proposed to Melissa, right where Melissa was sitting. Was that, like, one of your supernatural dreams? Derek, you must know something about these sort of things. I don't think she wants me to—"

Derek cuts him off with a firm, "She wants nothing but happiness for you." He gives Stiles a quick look, asking silently if this is okay, because out of the four people in this room he's the only who didn't actually know her when she was alive. Stiles nods, and Derek continues, and his dad hangs onto every word out of Derek's mouth. "Today is a big day for you, and you're nervous, and it's okay, John. That dream was just a way for your subconscious to show up — this isn't the first time you've had this thought, have you?"

"No."

"That's it. Nothing more, nothing less. Just your nerves."

Stiles smiles softly at his dad. "Mom loves you," he moves forward to bring his dad in for a patented Stilinski hug. His voice is muffled when he insists, "She loved you when she was beside you, and she loves you now that she's watching over you. And she loves Melissa, too. I know she'll be the one smiling the biggest when you say 'I Do,' today."

His dad holds on for a little longer, and Stiles knows he's holding back tears when his dad says, "Okay," with a rough voice. He pulls back, takes a deep breath, pats Stiles on the shoulder twice, the way he always does, and gives a wobbly smile to Derek. He says, "Thanks, son," to both of them before looking at himself in the mirror.

"You look amazing."

"I'm so glad Lydia's mom was able to modify your original suit into this," Stiles adds to Derek's compliment, and Derek nods, repeats the sentiment of his dad looking amazing.

Scott chimes in, too, and his dad gives him a small smile. The relationship with him is strained, and if it was any other day Scott wouldn't even be in Beacon Hills, but it's his mom's wedding day, too. Stiles allows this one day, and if he didn't, he can't really stop Scott from being here. This is his hometown, too. They have their differences, yes, but they also have a past, together and also not, stemming from this same town.

Stiles has no right to where Scott does or does not go.

Derek, on the flip side, with his red eyes and ancestral blood running through his veins, roots sprouting from this town's soil, has no such qualms. Derek and Scott share a past, too, and it defines their present more than anything else could have.

Stiles' dad says he'll be out in just a minute, can they wait outside please, and all three of them step out. Once the door is closed, Derek turns to Scott.

"When are you leaving?"

Scott is instantly angry. He has always hated Derek, no matter the truth. Logic was always Stiles' friend first and Scott's second, and without Stiles, Scott is just a ball of emotions being hit by the bat of daddy and authoritative issues.

Derek has a right to know. It is his prerogative. This is his land, his territory, his packmate's wedding. Scott was banished — run off, really, and now he's back. Derek has a right to know when he'll leave, irrespective of Scott's hesitation to tell him.

But, the years have done Scott good. Instead of yelling, making a scene, he takes a breath in. Stiles wonders what or who his anchor is, and promptly decides it's not something he cares to know. He watches Scott get himself under control, enough that when he speaks his voice is almost emotionless.

All or nothing. That was what Scott was, and still is. He's changed, but not really.

"Mom leaves for her honeymoon tomorrow, and I need to take stuff from home."

Derek raises his right eyebrow. "That's not an answer."

Scott gives a tight smile. "It is if you just learn to stop when you should."

Before Derek can say anything, Stiles is taking the two steps to stand right beside his Alpha, disbelief coloring his face and words as he lets out, "Are you seriously threatening him?"

Scott just looks at him. The look is unreadable. It hurts, this distance between them, when Stiles remembers fantasizing about being not two feet apart on a porch in their late, late years, drinking to the years and cheers they must have had in their shared lives. Derek shakes him out of that thought with a gentle touch to his hand, their arms trapped between their bodies, and he relaxes.

Derek looks at Scott. His eyes turn red, brilliant red, and he orders, "Leave by Wednesday afternoon."

Today is Sunday.

And his dad's wedding day. His dad, who chooses this moment to come out, looking much better, and happier, and assured. He looks at the scene in front of him, the three of them, Scott on one side, alone. Him and Derek, side by side, on the opposite side of Scott.

He claps his hands.

"Who is ready to cry today?"

They all cry.

The ceremony is simple, but beautiful. The whole town is here, the wedding off their Sheriff, and the nurse who is so lovely, so kind. They are an inspiration, they all murmur, Derek tells him; second chances at love are rare, and this is beautiful, and who knew there exists beauty in the depths of tragedy?

His dad cries when he watches Melissa come down the aisle, Ms. Martin on one side and Scott on the other. Her best friend and her son, and for once, Stiles doesn't mind Scott's presence.

Melissa is smiling, eye to eye, her wedding gown fitting her perfectly.

She stands in front of his dad and says, "Oh, John," with such reverence, it's hard to not cry. Stiles has to put his hand in front of his mouth, but it's futile. Derek, the jerk, repeats those words, the ones he is hearing from every corner of the hall, and by the time Stiles has a dad and a stepmom officially, he's crying happy tears.

Lydia hugs him and tells him now it's his turn to find her mom somebody, too, and he agrees, only half-listening to her. He's staring at the big, gigantic grin on his dad's face, a matching one on Melissa.

Everyone congratulates him and the newlyweds, and then it's food and chatter and toasts, and everyone is surprised when Derek gives the first toast instead of Stiles, and Scott is supposedly not giving one at all.

Derek's toast is short, but no less lovely. He calls John a great man, one with utmost patience, and of course Derek would find a way to make a dig at Stiles; he says he has no clue how John and Claudia had strength enough to be patient with Stiles around, and that perhaps it is that tenacity, that will, that has brought about the proceedings of today. Of not giving up, even when the world is stacked against you. Of staying strong, in the face of everything falling apart. Of falling apart but coming back stronger, steadier. Of finding love after all of that. And coming from Derek, of all people, it means a whole lot, and Stiles' dad hugs Derek post-speech tightly.

When they pull apart, Derek says into the mic, but with eyes on Stiles' dad, "She's just as proud of you as Stiles is. As I am."

And then it's his turn to give a toast, and he's not sure how he can outdo Derek; as he stands up in front of the mic, he realizes he doesn't want to.

He gives a few funny anecdotes of his childhood, of how his dad taught him to always have hope, because good people get good things, even if it takes long. And how Melissa was always there, a second mom to him right from the start, and how much he loves her and is glad she's still in his life, despite the years, despite the circumstances. The crowd gets intrigued at that, aware of the distance between Scott and his mom, and Stiles too; all of Beacon Hills knows about the rift, but only a hand few know the cause of it as well. So, for him to mention the distance, to publicly acknowledge it, is a big thing.

He moves right the fuck on, makes jokes and smiles and cries, admits he'll always miss his mom, but that he'd always hoped, deep in his heart, that when the grief becomes tolerable he'd be the one to make the two of them marry each other.

"You got there first," he jokes, "Had the ring all picked out even before I could start trying to convince you to ask her out. Honestly, that might have been the second best decision you've ever made." None of them have to ask what the first was. It's obvious; Stiles knows his mom's wedding ring sits inside his dad's shirt, on a necklace, his own beside it.

Melissa gives a toast, too. She reminisces the first time she met Claudia, how they became friends, and how, at the time, it was impossible to imagine a life without her.

Before her little speech, to everyone this was her and John's day, but it's clear to them now that it's not just that. To the newlyweds it's a promise to Claudia; Melissa's once best friend and his dad's first love. To be happy. To live.

There's more hugs, more cheers, the champagne popping, and a quick, impromptu speech by Scott, who was fuming at being outdone like this by not just Stiles, but also Derek.

His speech is not bad, per se. Angry jerks of his chin, wild eyes and noticeable pauses. It's not bad. It just looks bad in comparison.

Stiles will definitely rot in hell for finding this funny, but at least he won't be the only one. The whole pack is trying not to laugh, and Stiles has to hide his own in the lapels of Derek's suit, who in turn hides his laughter in Stiles' hair.

Stiles feels bad, once or twice. But Scott made his bed and he's lying on it.

And then, after that, there's the first dance. There's the open dance floor and little kids asking Derek sweetly if he'll dance with them. He's their favorite, and it's adorable, and Stiles takes a thousand pictures.

Derek is in a sharp suit, and the juxtaposition of him dancing with young children, in princess dresses and printed suits — one kid had a yellow, minion-print suit, and honestly, that kid, Darren, pulled it off well — all colorful to his black shirt, black blazer, and black pants, is just so...

Good.

Derek's whole face is lit up, the golden glow of the lights all around them putting him in an ethereal spotlight, his eyes soft, mouth curved up, and nose adorably scrunched as he tries to decipher the babbling of a two-year-old.

The mom of the kid comes to get the boy, profusely apologizing, but Derek just smiles and says it's okay. It was no issue, it's okay, no need to apologize at all.

"Right," she says, eyes flicking between Derek and Stiles. "I'll let you get back to your partner then." And it's clear she means him.

Derek doesn't correct her, and neither does he. She leaves, and in this corner of the room, it's just them now. Most kids are tired, now, and most guests have left. It's mostly just the closest friends of Melissa and his dad, and the pack, of course, who are here.

Derek turns to him, his eyes still soft, which somehow get more soft when he looks at Stiles. It takes his breath away, and he lets out a squeaky, "Let's dance?" He's almost 25, the "adult" age according to the internet, and he still acts like a high school kid with a fucking crush.

Derek just makes him feel that way.

Derek, who is going to be 30 in less than a week, the big decade, the big, bad wolf. Derek, who blushes, his cheeks pinkish red behind his stubbled face, and puts out a hand.

Stiles takes the offered hand, his heart dancing inside his ribcage. And onto the stage they go, to the applause of the pack, and his dad's, "Finally!"

Stiles blushes, too. It's just their luck to get on the floor when it's a slow dance song.

Derek wastes no time, like he can't think or he'll explode, and puts his left hand on Stiles' waist, his right on Stiles' shoulder. Stiles puts both his hands around Derek's neck, and the alpha leans into the touch. This, the blatant trust, the welcomeness of it, is what bolsters Stiles.

They move to the slow beat, their eyes on each other's like white on rice, and everything else just doesn't exist. It's just them, and only them. No one else exists, not when they do, this close.

They move closer still, their hips touching, their foreheads against each other's. Noses touching close.

"Hey," he says, and grins when Derek does.

"Hey," Derek says back, so close that Stiles feels in his bones the word shape itself in Derek's mouth.

The music changes, then, and Stiles recognizes this one from the very first beat of it. Of course he does. It's Derek's favorite song ever.

"Did you bribe the DJ to play Apocalypse?"

Derek laughs, a quick, short one, and Stiles watches the movement of it, the beauty of Derek Hale laughing. "What if I did?"

Before Stiles can say anything, the line, "kisses on the forehead of lovers," comes on, and Derek takes a step back, only to kiss Stiles on the forehead.

Stiles' breath stops in his throat. Derek closes the gap between them again, and sways them to the beat. Stiles just follows his lead, his face having stuck itself on an astonished smile, and by the time the song is over he's just hugging Derek, tight, close, forever and ever and ever close.

Derek hums the song right in his ear, and it's perfect, Derek's breath on him, his grip, his eyes on him.

Stiles takes a step back and just looks into Derek's eyes.

"Hey," Derek says softly. They don't need words. Just this, a moment to themselves, where nothing but them exists.

Stiles doesn't even have a clue what song is playing. All he hears is Derek. His unspoken trust and devotion, his soul half of Stiles', Stiles' own soul half of Derek's. Their mingling breaths, because they're still close, just a hair apart from being one.

"Hey," he repeats, and they're both moving forward, Derek's hands on Stiles' waist, his own around Derek's neck, and they kiss.

It's gentle and slow, like time doesn't exist, could never take from them, this moment infinite, their love defying the laws of the universe and stopping time.

Because this is it. This is love, theirs and theirs only, part of its definition somewhere in the noises Stiles is making, part of it in the way Derek is touching him, moving his hands around Stiles' body, up and down, up and down, caressing him close and closer still.

Because isn't that what love is? Finding meaning in another?

After what feels like a lifetime, Derek pulls back. "Your lips, my lips, apocalypse," Derek hums against his lips, and they're so close, one breath two beings close, Stiles feels the movement of Derek's lips against his.

He lets out a small laugh. Derek swallows it down with another kiss, this one urgent, and time stills, again. Nothing exists, but this, and this moment only. Them. Arms around one another, devouring lips, tight grip, closed eyes, and peace.

They pull apart, foreheads resting against each other's, and Stiles opens his eyes to Derek's soft gaze. On him, through him, for him. He smiles, takes Derek's hand in his, dislodging it from its previous position on Stiles' waist, and brings it up to kiss the open palm of this man, who is radiant in this moment, glowing, almost, with happiness.

"Best day ever," Derek says, and he hums only the tune this time, and this time, Stiles sings the lyrics.

"Your lips, my lips, apocalypse."

"We did think it would take, like, a severe life or death situation for you two to get your shit together."

The sudden reality of a third person existing, and slowly, the reality of them being in the middle of a public dance floor in front of people has them flinching and moving apart.

"Kind of glad that didn't actually occur," Lydia continues, unperturbed.

"Definitely glad," his dad agrees.

"I do prefer you two getting together on my wedding day instead of my ER room, actually." Melissa adds.

Derek and Stiles both stare at their pack — Lydia, grinning eye to eye, a wine glass in her hand. John and Melissa beside her, their hands clasped, laughing at Derek and Stiles' wide-eyed gaze. Isaac clicking a hundred pictures of them, Erica with her full-red lips and a plate filled with food. Boyd beside his wife, hand on her shoulder, and Jackson leaning against Danny, smirking at the two of them. Cora is looking at them, that Hale look of absolute mischief. Kira and Malia have probably gone home — and nope, here they come, with a...

"Is that a banner?" Derek asks, aghast, and Stiles is right there with him. Because that fucking banner reads STEREK WINS.

"What the fuck?"

Peter comes out from the shadows, and Stiles tries to be happy about the fact that his appearance surprised everyone else present too, not just him and Derek.

"Thanks for making me win the bet. Really appreciate the $5."

"Bet?!"

His dad answers his unasked question. "We all figured you two would get together sometime during our wedding. Maybe during or after. It was just a matter of when." He points to where Malia and Kira are putting the banner up, right beside the one that says, JUST MARRIED!!! "Most of us figured the week following today, but Peter, Lydia, and Kira are the only ones who doubled down on the day being today itself."

"We're going to share our anniversary!" Melissa exclaims, happy.

Derek and Stiles just stare.

Derek turns towards him. He cocks an eyebrow up. Stiles nods with quick movements of his head.

"We, uh, are gonna go," Stiles says to the hall at large. "Have fun with your... bet, I guess. Dad, Melissa, love you guys, the rest of you, fuck off." Everyone laughs.

"We'll talk about anniversary plans later, Melissa," Derek says, and Stiles finger guns at her before realizing how stupid it looks.

Luckily, Derek picks him up, fireman carry style, and swoops him away.

Stiles groans against Derek's back. "Doofuses. Serious doofuses."

"Us or them?"

Stiles thinks. "All of us," he decides. "All of us, Derek. How the fuck were we so stupid to wait so long to get together?" They don't need to really discuss it — the kiss was just a precursor. "And why the fuck do they have to be so... ugh."

"They're still laughing," Derek says, as if that would help. "Doofuses," he agrees.

And then they're in the Jeep, Derek's camaro probably to be taken home by Isaac, and they're alone and when Derek drops him gently on the seat, Stiles lunges up to kiss.

"You make me fucking feral," Derek admits against his lips, and hey, Stiles loves where this is going. "I love you."

The words are nothing, really, but an arbitrary combination of English lexicon. But there is a meaning it — so many touches, so many moments shared between the two of them. Time spent in presence or in thoughts. All of it, leading up to this. These three words that make Stiles giddy.

"I love you too, and we really were doofuses."

"Wanna be doofuses on my bed?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

Stiles speeds it out of the parking lot of the event hall, and they do, in fact, act like doofuses on Derek's bed.

They make-out, they throw down their clothes, and they pour out their hearts with every touch, every caress, every moan; they kiss and laugh and confess, touch and worship and love.

They map out each other's bodies and lean in, snuggle, and sleep.

If all apocalypses could be so lovely, it would be great, really.

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #sterek fics #sheriff stilinski #melissa mccall #the hale pack 2.0 #ahhh spent like 15 mins trying to come up with a title and i give up #it's 3 am rn and i'm going to SLEEP #gotta wake up in like 5ish hours too aanxbsjshjs #bYE #sh.rambles #sh.writesonmain #hopefully y'all enjoy this weekend treat #i wrote this a good few weeks ago and so glad i found it in the piles of wip

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My Sexy Little Siren - Stile Stilinski x Reader

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x shy!virgin!Reader

Prompt: I did a poll and Stiles won! Congrats 🥲 sexy bastard.

Warning: smut, dirty talk, 18+. Virginity, making out. Fluff.

No beta sorry pups.

ENJOY!!!

****

You checked your bandana hadn’t slipped in your drivers side mirror before hopping out your baby blue F-85 Cutlass nervously. You brushed the front of your yellow sun dress before you started strolling into the school.

It was your first day at beacon hills and honestly you couldn’t be more nervous. Being supernatural meant you had to check with any other creatures living here before moving but after seeing Derek Hale the alpha in the area he’d gave you the go ahead telling you most of his pack resides at the same school.

You stared at the doors to the school with a shaker breath before finally opening one door trying to slip in undetected however the second you came in all eyes were on you. God why did you wear yellow today, you cursed yourself.

You look at your locker number on a sheet of paper you were holding and finally found it. You opened it and stuff your books inside before grabbing what you’d need for your first lesson however before you could close the door someone did it for you.

You looked up to see a guy with blonde hair and muscles but you weren’t swayed by his looks you were more angry that he could’ve trapped your hands in your locker but you decided to ignore him and try to walk past him but he quickly grabbed your wrist and dragged you back slightly.

“Where you going babe? My names Sam what’s yours?” He questioned in a tone that implied I had no choice but to answer.

Silly boy.

“Let go of me.” You huffed angrily your southern accent as prominent as ever.

“That’s a really pretty accent where you from?” He tried again and you were very quickly losing your patience.

“Hey Samual how about ya’ let the lady go before I tell Scott you’d be better on the bench.” A voice suddenly said from behind you. You spun around as Sam let you go and stood in front of you was possibly the cutest guy you’d ever seen.

He had little beauty spots all over his pale skin, the most amazing amber coloured eyes you’d ever seen with slightly messy brown hair too. His plump lips left you wondering what they would feel like pressed against yours.

“Whatever Stilinski.” Same grumbled before walking off.

“You the new supernatural?” He asked softly making your eyes widen but you gave him a nervous nod.

“Wolf?” He asked casually as he started strolling down the hall. You followed after him with a small smile.

“Siren.” You responded easily and he stopped quickly glancing at you with shocked eyes.

“I have so many questions.” He chuckled as he continued walking again.

“I would be happy to answer them all…Stilinski?” You replied cheerfully you southern accent causing him to smile.

“I like your accent and you can call me Stiles.” He grinned down at you as you flushed slightly.

“T-Thank you.” You muttered shyly as you looked down at the ground.

“I honestly thought you were gonna tell me you were a fairy.” Stiles suddenly said as he stopped in front of what also happened to apparently be his class.

“Why?” You asked curiously a slight frown on your face.

“Cos’ you’re pretty and delicate looking.” He answered honestly making you flush again.

“Stilinski stop flirting and sit your ass down!” The teacher shouted making you jump slightly.

“Yes coach!” Stiles shouted with gritted teeth making you giggle behind your hand.

“You’re the new girl…Y/N Y/L/N?” The coach asked and you nodded shyly making him look around the room.

“Lydia you can show Y/N around today.” He instructed and a small red head waved her hand at you and the seat next to her.

“I see you met Stiles.” Lydia spoke quietly as you opened your economics book.

“Yes he’s very charmin’.” You drawled softly making her eyes widen.

“Stiles? Stilinski?” She raised a brow at you making you blush once again. For goodness sake you wish you stop blushing.

“Mhm. He saved me from a jerk called Sam then said I was pretty and delicate like a fairy.” You giggled softly as you looked over to his seat noticing he was already looking at you, he gave a you a small wave with his slender fingers making you flush again.

“Stiles did?” Lydia huffed like she couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing but you didn’t noticed as you were too busy staring at Stiles who had turned back round to face the front.

His shoulders were broad and strong looking and those beauty spots spread round the back of his neck too. It was very distracting so when coach called on you, you had no idea what to say.

“I’m as lost as last years Easter egg Sir.” You blurted out making everyone laugh and coach look at you in confusion.

“I ain’t gotta clue coach.” You stated clearly this time making him roll his eyes.

“McCall.” He growled as his eyes flicked to a dark hair tan boy.

“Coach have you done something different with your hair?” The boy called McCall laughed nervously and Stile buried his head in his desk to contain his laughter.

You casually leaned onto your hand hiding your mouth as best you could unfortunately coaches eyes clocked both you and Stilinski he was seething.

“Detention. Stilinski. Y/N. And let’s not forget McCall!” He screamed making you jump slightly but you had to bite you lip to stop from laughing.

Great detention on your first day.

*****

You glanced around the cafeteria as you spotted Lydia waving to you. You strolled over to what you assumed was the pack table with grace as you found a seat next to Stiles.

“Hi.” Stiles said sweetly as he shot you a grin that made you flush with a small shy smile occupying your lips.

“Hi.” You muttered softly looking up to see everyone staring at you.

“Stiles says you’re a Siren? What exactly is that?” McCall asked carefully with furrowed brows.

“Oh my god do you have a tale?” A curly haired boy asked across the table.

“Not that I’m aware of.” You snorted softly making stiles smile.

“So what can you do?” Stiles asked casually as he ate a French fry.

“I can sing. I’ve been told when sirens get older they can single handedly stop wars.” You informed seriously making everyone nod thoughtfully.

“So does it work on everyone? What exactly happens when someone is sung to?” He carried on his questions which you happily answered throughout lunch time.

By the end of lunch you’d learnt everyone names and their place in the pack. You found them all so fascinating and it was nice to belong to a group so quickly.

******

You were making your way to detention with coach when you bumped into a rather sturdy chest making you stumble backwards however a strong arm wrapped around your waist stopping you from falling on your ass.

You automatically placed your hands on whoever’s chest it was to steady yourself before looking up to see it was Stiles. Your eyes fluttered a little as you took in his featured this close up.

“S-Sorry I wasn’t w-watchin’ where I was goin’.” You stuttered nervously before taking your hands away from his chest but still not stepping back.

“It’s okay Y/N.” The way he said your name made you shiver and your heart to start to pound in your chest.

You moved around him to walk into coaches econ room as your tried to contain your heart rate knowing Scott would hear it. Scott was already sat in the room where coach stood up and stared down at all of you with a glare.

“I have stuff to do so sit here and read or something. No talking.” He stated before leaving the room.

You sat there reading a book you’d bought yourself last week in silence until the boys started whispering to one another making you look up catching them looking at you.

“Is it genetic or because you’re a siren?” Scott asked nervously making you frown. You ween’t sure what they were referring to so you just raised a brow at them.

“Your…well everything.” Stiles pointed to your body and waved his hand awkwardly.

“Are ya’ll asking if am attractive because am a siren?” You drawled with an eye roll.

“Yes?” He chuckled unsure of whether he was offending you.

“The answer is I don’t know. My mama was real pretty but she was human. So could be either as I got the siren side from my daddy.” You giggled softly making them nod with a small smile.

Detention came and went without a hitch and you were now walking with Scott and Stiles to the parking lot, giggling softly at them as they bickered with one another like brothers.

“Would either of you like dinner at mine? I usually make way too much for myself?” You asked as both boys walked you to your car.

“I would but I promised my mom I’d bring her dinner tonight.” Scott chuckled making you nod softly.

“My dads working all night so yeah I’d love to.” Stiles answered honestly making you smile at him gently.

“Just follow me. Oh an I’ll give ya’ some for you to take to your dad.” You offered, flushing a little when Stiles opened your car door helping you in like a true gentleman.

He nodded at you offer for food for his dad as you clicked your seat belt in before closing the door. You rolled down your window and gave him your best and brightest southern belle smile.

“Why thank you.” You replied playfully your southern accent making it even more humorous.

“You are quite welcome Miss Y/L/N.” Stiles said with a fake southern accent making you giggle.

“I’ll see you soon.” You muttered before waving him to his car.

As you drove home you occasionally checked you mirror making sure you still looked put together before applying a little gloss with one hand as you tried to pay attention to the road still.

You brush the ends of your hair a little, your waves falling nicely over your shoulders as finally pulled up at your little house.

“So you live alone?” Stiles asked as he got out his jeep.

“Mhmm ma’ daddy left me the car and both parents left me enough money to buy myself and house and live off until I finish school.” You answered honestly making him smile understandingly.

“It’s a nice car.” He stated as you unlocked your front door.

Your house was small and on the edge of the woods but it had a nice garden in the front and back which allowed you to grow fruit and vegetables. You also had two chickens in the back allowing you to live mostly off the land accept for meat.

“I used to live on a big farm.” You stated with a chuckled as he observed you house quietly.

“How was that?” He asked sweetly making you grin.

“It was fun. I spent my life raising stock and riding horses in the country but after they died I couldn’t stay there so I sold the farm and started looking for somewhere to live. I eventually decided on California but I didn’t wanna live in the city so I looked at near by towns and found this one had the most supernatural activity and decided I’d maybe finally have friends that understood being different.” You rambled as you took some vegetables, you’d picked this morning, out the fridge.

You had been living here a few weeks before you started school so you could get yourself settled and now everything in your home was exactly how you wanted it.

“That sounds nice actually. I’ve always been more of a wild card I guess. Scott actually got bit one night when I thought it would be fun to go and find a dead body in the woods. My dads the Sheriff so I listen in on all his calls and radio stuff.” He chuckled darkly making you smile sadly.

“Ya’ couldn’t of known Stiles.” You stated seriously as you touched his arm sweetly before taking out a knife and began chopping some tomatoes up.

“Did you not have a boyfriend you were leaving behind?” He suddenly asked making you pause in your current task.

You looked up at him in shock before giggling and shaking your head. You weren’t exactly popular in your old school in fact most people thought you and your mother were witches.

“No I had a boyfriend a few years ago but he dumped me when everyone kept telling him I was a cursed witch.” You chuckled softly making his eyes widen.

“I used to be in love with Lydia. She was popular and I was a serious nerd so I wasn’t in her league but I guess we are friends now.” He huffed with an awkwardly laugh.

“Well her loss.” You stated sweetly as you smiled at him.

“Most would argue that. Including me.” He laughed making you frown.

“You’re hot, sweet, a gentleman and smart I don’t under how people aren’t flocking to your door.” You replied honestly but blushed at your own words avoiding his eyes as you continued chopping up more vegetables.

“You think I’m hot?” Stiles asked in disbelief.

“Well you think I’m pretty and delicate.” You retaliated slightly childishly.

“That’s because you are.” He whispered suddenly you were very aware he wasn’t stood across the room but was now stood behind you.

As he spoke his breath had fanned against your neck causing a shiver to run down you spine and goosebumps to make an appearance.

His hand were on you hips lightly pressing as he turned you around to face him, effectively trapping you against the kitchen counter. His amber coloured eyes lit up under the glow of the late evening sun and his lips were looking much more tempting.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked sweetly as his hand pushed your hair away from your neck softly before cupping under your jaw.

You were so captivated by him the next words that came out weren’t exactly voluntary.

“You…can do whatever you want to me Stiles Stilinski.” You muttered breathlessly.

That’s all it took for him to lean down and close the gap between you. His lips were just as soft as you’d pictured them but the way he kissed you took you by surprise. He gripped onto you tightly, his kiss was passionate yet so loving like you were lover he couldn’t bare to part with.

You whimpered against his lips as his tongue swept across your bottom lip slowly as if he didn’t dare ask for permission but you gave it him instantly.

Yours arms came up to his chest gripping the black tshirt under his plaid one. Once your tongue met and entangled with his, your legs instantly felt weak underneath you. So when they collapsed from under you, you weren’t exactly surprised.

However Stiles seemed to be as he caught you up but pulled back from the kiss to look down at you with wide eyes. His eyes scanned your entire face as if looking for the reason your legs gave out but all he saw was how fucked you were just from a kiss.

“Jesus…you look…blissed.” He whispered in utter disbelief before diving back down and claiming your lips again.

You moaned into his mouth, your hands never letting go of his black T-shirt as honestly the rest of your body wasn’t cooperating you were a puddle under his strong arms and sweet lips.

His hands skimmed across the tiny patch of skin exposed on your ribs and your face flushed and you stuttered out a breath. He pulled back again his eyes scanning you whole body this time.

“Are you always this responsive?” He asked shyly as he finally stepped back slightly making you grab onto the counter to steady yourself.

“N-No.” You whispered quietly.

“I would like to take you on a date.” Stiles suddenly asked making you flush slightly but smile at his words giving him an enthusiastic nod.

*****

It had been a few weeks since you and Stiles had started dating but you’d yet to tell the pack because Stiles said he wanted you all himself for a little bit.

However as the weeks went on you began hating the secret more and more. Mostly because you weren’t able to touch him in school and it was killing you. You’d only made out a few times since the first kiss and you didn’t want to pressure Stiles but you were really starting to feet a tad bit touch starved.

It wasn’t like you didn’t have other people who hugged you and left little touches on your shoulder but it wasn’t Stiles. Which is how you found yourself absolutely bewitched with your hot sweating boyfriend as he ran around at lacrosse practice.

You didn’t even know how long you’d been staring but when Lydia’s voice spoke next to you, you jumped a little.

“Do you see what I see Allison?” Lydia teased as she watched you closely.

“Oh you mean the drool coming off Y/N’s lip?” She laughed as she looked down at the field.

“Which one is it? Hmm? I know all the players I could introduce you!” Lydia exclaimed making your eyes widen half thankful they hadn’t realise who captured your attention. You look back down to see Stiles lift his shirt to wipe his face before taking a drink, your face flushed as you let out a little squeak.

“Oh my god is it-” You covered Lydia mouth before she could say it and he face lit up.

“Shh the boys have Wolf hearing you know!” You snapped quietly making Scott look up at you guys.

“But the one your looking at doesn’t!” Lydia squealed like it was scandalous.

Scott nudged Stiles throwing his head in your direction with a smile making Stiles look up at you with a grin. He gave you a wink before running back off to practise occasionally catching your eyes on him.

“Did Stiles Stilinski just wink at you!?” Erica laughed making you bury your head in the book you had been trying to read before you got distracted.

“You guys are so embarrassing.” You grumbled with a pout as you sunk into your seat on the bleachers more.

******

Once practise had finished you and the girls made your way to your locker so you could grab your jacket they gossiped away about random things happening in school but quickly shut up as soon as Stiles started towards your locker.

You closed you locker quietly but suddenly your back was against your locker and Stiles was in front of you, arm leaning next to your head as he bent down slightly so his eyes were boring into yours.

“You got plans?” He asked casually making Lydia whisper something to Allison you didn’t quite catch.

“I’m going shopping with the girls tonight for the dance on Friday.” You answered quietly glancing at the girls who were wide eyed and very interested to see where this was going.

“You look good in red.” He stated seriously before before glancing at the girls then back to you.

“Wanna go to the dance together?” He asked teasingly making you flush and look at the floor with a nod.

“I’ll pick you up at 7.” He chuckled before walking off with a smirk.

“What’s gotten into him?” Erica laughed like she couldn’t believe that was even Stiles.

“Your gonna have to drag me to the car. I’ve suddenly lost the ability to move my legs.” You sighed dreamily making the girls giggle.

“So how long you guys been dating?” Allison suddenly asked making your eyes bug out there head before you started choking on thin air.

“Since my first week…but we kissed the first day.” You informed them shyly.

“Oh my god. How have you guys kept this a secret from wolves?!” Lydia laughed as you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Because we haven’t gone on that many dates and we’ve only kissed a handful of times.” You muttered with a blush covering your cheeks as you arrived at your car.

“Why?” Erica asked suspiciously.

“I don’t know…maybe I seem too desperate. Whenever he kisses me I always looked like I’ve had my brains fucked out.” You mumbled shrugging your shoulders.

“Oooooh.” Lydia says like she finally understands.

“What?” You asked quickly earning a few giggles.

“He’s treating you like a delicate flower.” Allison answered honestly making you frown.

“He needs to know you want him to take control. You’re a sexy siren he probably thinks that if you wanted to go further you would.” Erica suggested as an alternative.

“Or maybe he doesn’t wanna push you. You maybe a sexy siren but you’re also very shy. There’s one word that might work to push him over the edge.” Lydia sighed softly before raising her brows as if trying to build tension.

“Please.” She stated seriously and you frowned in confusion.

“Erica you drive I need more context.” You say passing her the keys to your car.

You got in the back with Lydia as Allison took the passenger seat. You glanced at Lydia and gave her a nod letting her know you need more information. She clicked her seatbelt on and launched into her explanation.

“So you look like that after making out so the easiest thing to do would be look him in the eyes when he pulls away say ‘please’ in a quiet voice and then bite your bottom lip.” She stated like it was common knowledge.

“That will work?” You questioned uneasily.

“Yes 100%.” Lydia nodded enthusiastically.

Okay so that’s what you’ll do the next chance you get.

*****

You ran you hand over you dress as you stared at your reflection before spinning round to Allison who was getting ready at yours since Scott would be riding with us too.

“You look amazing stop doubting yourself.” She stated without you even saying a word.

“If you don’t get laid tonight we’re going back to that shop for a refund.” Lydia said over the FaceTime on Allison’s phone.

“Okay I’m ready.” You stood with your head held high as Allison put the last leaf clip on your hair.

“Good because I think the boys are here.” She said as she glanced out your bedroom window.

You both came down and opened the door before Stiles even had chance to knock, his eyes widening as they ran down your full body.

“I think he’s broken.” Scott said to Allison as he escorted her to the car.

“I am not broken I was trying not to say something inappropriate in front of company.” He growled with a smirk on his face as he offered you his hand.

“Shame on you Mr Stilinski.” You giggled softly before taking his offered arm.

“Not yet.” He muttered under his breath but you heard it causing you to flush.

*******

As you walked into the dance on Stiles arm a lot of people looked shocked. You weren’t sure if it was your dress or your date but you didn’t care.

Stiles was looking at you like you were the only one in the room and that was worth more attention than other people. He was wearing a black suit jacket a black shirt and red tie with plain black slacks.

“To the dance floor sexy lady.” He chuckled as he spun you playfully on your way to the dance floor.

You happily danced to a few songs before you dragged him off to sit down. He kissed your head, before telling you he’d get you a drink. Allison smirked at you the second he was gone but you just rolled your eyes at her.

“He’s so confident. It’s weird.” Scott laughed as her glanced over at you.

“It’s probably because there’s only room for one blushing mess in a relationship.” You joked softly making him shoot you his famous dopey grin.

“Or maybe you make him feel sexy.” Erica snorted making you flush once again.

You ignored all of them as Stiles brought you a drink. You took a sip before looking over at him with a sweet smile. He shot you a small grin before tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’m gonna get some air.” You whispered in his ear so he’d hear you okay, he nodded and put his jacket over your shoulders before holding out his arm for you again.

You shot a look over your shoulders letting the girls know you were gonna try now. Their eyes widened as they looked at each other with a grins on their face.

You leaned against the wall outside the school taking a deep breath as you let the cold air take away some of your cheeks redness.

“You look like a goddess.” Stiles whispered as he approached, blocking you against the wall, both his hands laying flat beside your head.

“And you look hot as fuck with your sleeves rolled up.” You giggled playfully making him bow his head against your collar bone with a laugh.

He looked up again his eyes flicking between your red lips and your Y/E/C eyes. You slid your hands up his ribs to his chest as he leaned in and finally kissed you.

He started slow but when you accepted his tongue into the equation he quickly became more frantic. His hands moving to your hips as he pulled your body towards him so you were pressed against him completely.

When you nails raked down his chest he pulled away and stared into your eyes like he always did only this time you looked back.

“Please.” You moaned before biting your lip. It happened faster than you thought it would his eyes went from amber to almost completely black as he gripped your hips in a way you knew would leave bruises.

“Fuck.” He groaned as you pulled you in for a quick yet passionate kiss.

“Go get in the jeep.” He instructed, passing you the keys.

As you turned to go to the jeep you noticed the girl peeking round the corner and shooed them away. You jogged over to the jeep getting in the passenger side before popping the key in the ignition.

Stiles got into the car started it, his free hand coming to rest on your thigh and he didn’t say a would the whole ride home. Once we arrived he ran round and opened the door for you, holding out his hand so you could stepped out.

He locked his car before dragging you towards the house still not saying anything as he took your keys and unlocked your front door.

However once the door was shut he spun around pushing you against the wall next to the front door, his lips on your immediately.

“Say it again.” He murmured against your lips.

“Please. Need you Stiles.” You added this time.

His hands were in your hair gripping it as he pulling you into another heavy kiss. Your tongue didn’t even try to battle it yet gave into him like he was in control of your body.

“God do you know how hard it was to stop after kissing you all those other time?” Stiles groaned as he began kissing down your neck, nipping and sucking the skin around your collar bone as he reached it.

“I wanted you on that first day.” You moaned softly as his hand wandered down to your ass.

“If I had known that I would’ve taken you on the fucking kitchen counter sweet girl.” He whispered in you ear seductively.

“Run to your bedroom, get out that dress and wait for me on the bed.” You gave him a nod before running to your bedroom.

You hurried to unsteadily unbuckle your shoes before kicking them off and then you unzipped your dress. You let the dress fall to the floor and took off your jewellery finally leaving you in a simple blood red thong.

You laid down on your bed kicking your legs in the air for about 5 minutes before Stiles came in with two waters and a bunch of snacks making you furrow you brow at him in frustration.

“Don’t worry that’s for after I’m done with you baby.” He chuckled as he stripped his shirt and tie before doing the same with his pants leaving him in boxers only.

He crawled onto the bed with a smirk before flipping you over some he could take all of you in. His long slender hand trailed down your neck and in between your bare chest and you stomach before you got to the edge of your panties.

“May I?” He asked sweetly making you flush but give him a nod of confirmation.

He pulled down your panties at an agonisingly slowly pace leaving kisses in his wake. When they were finally on the floor he opened your legs and really took your whole body in as he bit his bottom lip.

“Look at you all laid out and wet for me. You really are a goddess sent just for me.” He groaned as he admired your glistening sex.

“Need you to touch me Sti.” You moaned as you hand your own hands over you erect nipples.

“Okay baby. I got you.” He whispered seductively as his head disappeared from view.

His breath was suddenly blowing across your wet folds. You shivered nervously but opened your legs more for him which he rewarded with a small kiss on you thigh.

“Your so pretty baby.” He muttered as his tongue came out to lick gently up your slit.

You quickly realised he wasn’t just talking about you in general, he was talking about a specific part of you that he was currently spreading out gently.

You felt so exposed but you never once tried to hide yourself from his gaze or touch. You knew it was because you trusted him with all of you, even your heart.

“Come here baby.” He whispered as he gripped your thighs, pulling you closer before his tongue was on you.

He was gentle and very attentive, he listened to your body and responded. When he thrust his tongue inside of you, you couldn’t help the long dirty moan that came out your mouth as you grind against his tongue.

“Stiles.” You whimpered as your hands thread through his hair pulling slightly as his tongue went back to your clit drawing random shapes on it.

As he continued his ministrations there whilst he used the wetness from your entrance to coat two of his fingers. He circled around you hole causing your hole to flutter.

“Please need yer’ long fingers. Been thinking about them since you first waved at me in class.” You pleaded quietly, blushing at your own words.

“So needy aren’t you baby?” He whispered against your clit before continuing his task.

He pushed twos finger in causing you to feel a slight stretch. His fingers were a lot bigger than yours but you didn’t care you loved it. He curled his fingers upwards and started massaging that spot you had honestly never bothered to find.

“Oh god…love please.” You begged as you started grinding against him again and he he never stopped you.

Suddenly you had a boost of confidence and gripped its harder pulling and pushing him where you want it seem to turn him on further making him moan against your clit.

He suddenly started licking faster, his fingers never stopping but then he pulled away sitting up as you teetered the edge. Before you could say anything he start thrusting his finger in an upwards motion as the heel of his hand grind against your swollen wet button.

“Oh fuck!” You screamed as you gripped the sheets at either side of you desperately trying to ground yourself.

He sped up his hand making you arch your back off the bed. He moved his palm but his fingers kept up and he dove back down using his tongue again. The switch to soft and wet had you cumming without warning.

“Fuck.” Stiles moaned as he sat back to watch you come undone.

You body shook as your legs slammed shut twitching slightly. You looked up at him with hooded eyes as you pulled him towards you.

“You should know…I’m a virgin.” You whispered breathlessly

“So am I baby.” Stiles chuckled before kissing your chest before moving to your nipples.

“How did you make me cum better than I’ve ever done to myself?” You giggled softly which was broken my a moan as Stiles bit your nipple and a predatory grin on his face.

“I like research.” Was all he said before sitting up again.

“You got a condom?” He asked cautiously.

“No but I’ve been on iud since about a year ago for other reason.” You blushed at the implication but when you saw Stiles eyes darken further it was worth it.

“Need to be inside you.” Stiles groaned before bending down to kiss you passionately.

He lined himself at your entrance as he pulled back from the kiss to look into your eyes. You gave him a nod as you wrapped your arms around him. Fuck he was bigger than you’d expected.

You dug your nails into his back as he pushed into you slowly, his forehead leaning against yours as he stared into your eyes.

It felt so intimate and right even as he finally broke through your barrier. You whimpered in pain a single tear falling down the side of your face which he wiped away sweetly before kissing you lovingly.

“That’s the hard bit done baby. I’m sorry.” He whispered against your cheeks the guilt in his voice made your heart flutter as you clung to him tightly.

You looked into his eyes and in the moment you knew. You were so utterly in love with him.

“I love you Stiles.” You whispered thought it came more out like a moan when you moved by accident causing him to push in deeper.

He stared at you for a second as if process what you’d said before he kissed you again for a few seconds then pulled back.

“I love you too.” He huffed with a small laugh like he was trying to contain his happiness.

“Make love to me Stiles.” You whimpered as you grind against him, the pain mostly gone.

“I got you.” He whispered breathlessly against your skin.

He pulled almost all the way out before slowly pushing back in, changing his angles with every thrust until you cried out loudly making him chuckle softly.

“That the right spot baby?” Stiles teased as he grind into that spot again.

“Mhm. Feel’s so good.” You whimpered as your fingers came to thread through his hair.

You tugged at the strands making him thrust into you a little harder still hitting that spot. God you told him to make love to you but honestly with how you felt you really wish he’d just fuck you.

You ran your hands down the back of his neck gently before you got to his back and scraped you nails down in. He arched his back pressing his chest into yours but did exactly what you wanted and sped up.

“Oh shi- Yes!” You moaned rather loudly which only seemed to have Stiles speeding up more.

“Come on baby.You gonna cum for me?” He smirked but that quickly dropped as he moaned when you clenched around him.

His hand snaked down to your clit rubbing slow soft circles on it which paired with the fact that he was fucking you like a wild animal tipped you over the edge.

“Shit Stiles! Oh y-yeah cum inside me Sti. Want yer’ to fill me up.” You moaned as you rode out your orgasm.

Stiles pulled his hand away and started pounding into you with everything he had. You clenched around him and finally you felt him twitch inside you as he coated your walls.

His thrusts slowed down until they stopped as you collapsed on top of you however quickly rolled you over so you were on top.

He didn’t move to take himself out of you as he laid there catching his breath as you laid on his chest your eyes drifting slightly. Stiles sat up with you in his lap, still inside of you.

You whimpered a little clenching around his now half hard cock. You stared up at him with so much love as he stroked you cheek sweetly.

“Was that okay baby?” He asked softly causing a dopey grin to take over your face.

“Was perfect. Love how ya’ feel inside me.” You giggled drowsily as you threw your arms around his neck.

“I love you.” He whispered against your hair before rolling over so you were under him again.

“I love you too.” You replied as he pulled out causing a moan to leave you mouth.

“Stay there my love.” He muttered as he ran off to you bathroom across the hall.

He came back with a cloth, wiping you down which made you flush and hide you face behind your arms. He chuckled before taking the cloth back to your bathroom you popped on you things before passing him to go into the bathroom and pee.

You came back and he was sat in his boxers drinking some water and texting he someone. But as you came in topless he soon dropped it and crooked his finger telling you to come here you sat down on his lap and curled up into his chest.

“I’ve just told my da-”

His phone started ringing seeng his dads name on the screen he rolled his eyes and clicked the green phone icon before putting it on speaker as he passed you your water.

“Your not with Scott because his mom just left the hospital to pick him up cos you left him and Allison at the dance.” His dad huffed with what you could feel was definitely and eye roll.

“Fine I’m at my girlfriends.” He answered honestly but his dad went silent.

“What girlfriend?” He suddenly said like he wasn’t sure he heard right.

“I knew you wouldn’t believe me.” Stiles grumbled making you giggle.

“Oh my god that was a girl! Is that why you bought a new suit?” The sheriff laughed.

“Good bye Daddio!” Stiles shouted as he hung up.

“Aww you bought a new suit for me?” You giggled softly making him roll his eyes playfully.

“Come here my sexy little siren.” He chuckled as he pulled you on top of him.

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 7 months

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Hey, I have someone on twitter asking for a fic, their explanation:

The Hale pack is alive and Stiles goes to join them but they're mean to him. In the end it's revealed that he's Derek mate but Derek didn't say anything and he's pregnant. There's a sequel where his daughter doesn't bond with Scott so he has to join the Hales.

Anyway you could us out? Please?

HI @sterekyrround! @merchymynydd says it's this one.

The Accords by 3rdgenderfromthesun

(6/6 I 15,082 I Mature I Sterek)

Since Stiles couldn't afford to commit social suicide, he did his civic duty and showed up at the Hale House to be assigned a time to spend with each Hale House member on his eighteenth birthday. Since she was a busy woman, Talia Hale herself only shook hands with people to decide. Then she passed them onto her children who were forming their own packs within hers. If a person were rejected by all four children they could petition to spend more time with her. This all sounded very formal despite the naked cuddling in a bed, but Stiles had a reason to be nervous about the meetings that others his age did not:

Stiles had offended or humiliated himself in front of each and every member of the Hale family in his short 18 years on the planet.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #mates #mpreg #lost fic

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Stiles checked himself in the mirror for what was probably the fifth time in as many minutes. He thought he looked okay with his hair falling on the right side of messy and his clothes perfectly pressed. At least his hands no longer shook as they had nearly two weeks ago when he'd gone on his first date with Derek.

Considering it had been his first date ever, it wasn't exactly a surprise. Though part of him knew he shouldn't have been nervous at all. It hadn't exactly been a traditional first date, after all. Most people didn't have to hire someone as if it were a job. To pick them up and take them to a nice restaurant.

But Stiles had.

It was embarrassing being twenty-one and never having gone on a date. It hadn't really been intentional. Stiles had just never really been interested in anyone during high school, and apparently, no one had been interested in him either. At least not enough to ask him out, anyway.

And then, in college, Stiles had been so focused on school that a love life was out of the question.

But now…

Now Stiles wanted that experience. And at first, he hadn't exactly been sure what he should do. Asking his friends or coworkers how to ask someone out would have been embarrassing, and it wasn't as if anyone was knocking down his door for a date. So for shits and giggles—and after a drink or five—he went to the one place that always answered his questions.

Google.

After wading through dating site after dating site, he'd stumbled upon Derek Hale's website for a rental boyfriend. Well, it was a little more complex than that. Still, a date was one of the experiences Derek offered, and Stiles jumped on the opportunity without a second thought.

That had been a couple of weeks ago, and their date had gone…well, it had been a little awkward if Stiles were being completely honest. He'd been a mess of nerves all day, only getting worse the closer it got for Derek to pick him up. He almost canceled a couple of times. Almost messaged that he would just meet Derek at the restaurant instead to give himself much-needed extra time, but then Derek was there, knocking on his front door.

He'd looked so good in dark jeans and a henley. And flowers! The man had brought him flowers, which made Stiles swoon. He hadn't known what to expect when Derek showed up, but his smile had been bright, putting Stiles at ease a little. Especially since Derek hadn't acted like it was a job. It was as if they were truly on a first date.

So, Stiles supposed it kind of made sense that the night had been awkward then—at least from what he'd heard of first dates.

They'd sat through a stilted dinner where Derek, who was apparently an incredibly patient person, had pretty much led the conversation as he tried to calm Stiles's nerves. It hadn't worked. Stiles had been too much in his head because—Christ!—Derek was gorgeous. And nice. And sweet. And charming. And so fucking far out of Stiles's league.

By the time the date was over and Derek had dropped him off, Stiles had been sure that Derek would ask him to forget his website ever existed. To never contact him again, but he hadn't.

In fact, Derek had surprised Stiles by cupping his cheek and whispering, 'I hope I'll see you again,' which was the only reason Stiles went to his website a few days later and set up another date.

And another.

And another after that.

All of which had gone infinitely better. Of course, they had. Derek was a great guy, and once Stiles got over all his nerves, it was as if they'd known each other their whole lives. Naturally, Stiles developed a bit of a crush. Just a small one. It wasn't as if he'd started planning their wedding or anything.

(Spring, in the preserve, surrounded by friends and family.)

God, this was a disaster.

But before Stiles could think any more about how this whole thing would only end in heartbreak, the familiar purr of Derek's Camaro pulled him out of his thoughts. With one last deep breath, Stiles patted his pockets, ensuring he had his phone, wallet, and keys. He did, so he headed out the front door, locking up behind him.

"Hey," he said, sliding into the Camaro and sinking into the now familiar leather seats. Seriously, Stiles loved Derek's car. Sorry, Roscoe. Not that Stiles didn't love his Jeep, but the Camaro was all sleek and sexy. Soft leather, cool to the touch. For now, at least. In a few weeks, when the temperatures warmed, it would definitely be a different story. Not that Stiles would have to worry about that because there was no way he could afford these dates for much longer.

But anyway!

His mind flitted back, trying to figure out what he had been thinking about before his thoughts devolved into leather and heat.

Oh yes! The Camaro and how it was Derek's, and fuck. Now all Stiles could think about was Derek bending him over the hood and—

No.

Stiles blew out a breath because he absolutely could not let his mind wander into NSFW territory. Derek was a werewolf. An alpha at that, with a keen sense of smell. Though Stiles knew it wouldn't be the first time Derek was subjected to the scent of his arousal, Derek had always been gentlemanly enough not to mention it. Still, it would be impolite to make Derek's car smell like that for however long it took to dissipate.

So Stiles rolled his window down a bit, hoping whatever scents were coming off him would drift away with the wind.

Derek gave him a soft smile, reaching over and squeezing his hand. Always so affectionate, but it was what Stiles had paid for, so he tried not to read into it. Derek made it difficult, though. No one was that good an actor, so sometimes—sometimes—Stiles couldn't help but wonder if maybe Derek liked him, too.

"I hope you like what I have planned," Derek said, removing his hand to shift the car into reverse.

Stiles instantly missed the warmth. "I'm sure I will."

So far, there hadn't been a single date he didn't enjoy—including the first one. Of course, those had all been dinners and this was a lunch date. Derek had talked him into it when he called after Stiles had booked his time. Derek almost seemed a little shy when he asked if they could do something a little different.

"Do I get any hints?" Stiles asked, taking Derek's hand when he reached over again.

Derek shook his head, but having grown up in Beacon Hills, Stiles recognized when Derek left the main road and turned off down a familiar trail. One that led to lookout point, a popular hangout spot when Stiles was in high school. Nowadays, kids had other interests and probably didn't know about the spot or its view of the town below.

"I haven't been up here in a few years," Stiles said when Derek parked. The area was a bit more overgrown, and the path leading up to the peak was in dire need of maintenance, but he still recognized it.

Derek gave him a smile before climbing out of the Camaro, practically sprinting around the hood to open the passenger door. Stiles took his hand, letting Derek help him out of the car, and he couldn't help but smile at the gesture. It was something Derek did every time they went out.

It really was too bad this was all fake because Derek was the best boyfriend. Not that Stiles had anything to compare it to.

"I thought you might like it," Derek told him as he pushed the seat forward and reached into the back. Half a second later, he popped back up with a picnic basket and blanket. "I come up here every once in a while."

The excitement in his voice made Stiles feel slightly less exposed, as if Derek actually liked him and was sharing something special. For the moment, Stiles could pretend this was an actual date, a real one, and he could bask in the sunshine and the view and Derek's company.

"It's quiet," Derek continued, taking Stiles's hand and leading him up the path to the cliff. "Beautiful."

Stiles stared out over the town, nodding in agreement. It really was beautiful up here, and he almost wished it were later so they could watch the sun dip below the horizon. He could imagine the moon shining above them and the stars twinkling while they sat with their legs dangling off the cliff, the distant lights in town blinking on.

But the afternoon sun beat down on them where they settled on a patch of grass. Well, on the blanket Derek brought.

"So, what made you decide on a picnic?" Stiles asked, smiling as he met Derek's gaze.

Derek set the basket between them, opening it and pulling out two sandwiches, a bag of chips, a container of fresh fruit, and two sodas. Dr. Pepper. It was Stiles's favorite.

"Well, the dates we've been going on have been great, don't get me wrong." Derek handed a sandwich and soda can to Stiles. "But there's more to dating than just going to dinner. I figure, next time—if you want, that is—we could check out a museum or the observatory. We could also go to the beach."

Stiles's heart flipped in his chest despite knowing Derek was just securing future dates with a client, but damn. He wanted that. He wanted to walk through the museum, fingers tangled with Derek's. Wanted Derek pressed behind him at the observatory, pointing up to the sky as he called out the different constellations. Wanted to stroll the beach, arms locked. With Derek.

"That sounds good. And this all looks great," Stiles said, eyes locked on the food in front of him. A feeling of contentment mixed with apprehension squeezed his chest.

This was all fake. Stiles just needed to keep reminding himself of that.

"Thanks." Derek wore a shy smile as he unwrapped his sandwich. "It's not much, but I hope you like it."

Like it?

Stiles loved it. He took one bite of the sandwich and moaned. Actually, to call it a sandwich was a travesty. The French bread was buttery and sweet. Warm like it was freshly baked. Whatever sauce Derek used (vinegar or oil or something) was perfection with the lunch meat, three different kinds from what Stiles could tell. He'd have to ask later after he was done devouring everything. There was even lettuce and red onions, and Stiles hated red onions.

"S'good," he mumbled around a mouthful. He'd be embarrassed if he weren't so busy stuffing his mouth with deliciousness. And Derek even got kettle chips, another of Stiles's favorites.

Derek's soft laughter filled the air. "Glad you like it."

Stiles swallowed and flashed a grin in Derek's direction. His words almost sounded relieved, as if he'd been worried, though there was no reason to. Stiles took a few more bites of his sandwich, popped some chips into his mouth, then chugged the soda.

The last thing he wanted was to blurt out something dumb. Like telling Derek that he had a crush on him. Because that would lead to word vomit about Derek being perfect and how Stiles wanted to have his babies. Which wasn't even a possibility considering he was a guy and lacked certain parts, but he'd been reading omegaverse stories lately, and fuck, he wished those kinds of omegas were real because he was sure he'd be one.

He could be Derek's omega. He'd go into heat and Derek would help him through it. And, oh yeah, throw in an accidental pregnancy because it was fiction. Fictional romance for that guaranteed happy ending.

Fuck.

Sweeping pieces of grass from the blanket, Stiles stared at the ground and barely resisted the urge to smack his forehead. Barely. Honestly, the only reason he didn't was because Derek would probably think he was certifiable. God, how long had he been daydreaming? Because when Stiles snuck a peek at Derek, he was looking at him with concern, eyebrows drawn in and forehead creased.

"Ah," Stiles brushed his hair out of his eyes, laughing nervously. "Sorry about that. Kind of got lost in my head there for a second."

The corners of Derek's mouth twitched. He placed a hand on Stiles's arm, the warmth of it instantly calming him. "That's alright. I think we all get a little lost in our thoughts sometimes."

Stiles nodded, smiling softly because Derek never made him feel weird or stupid for his awkwardness like others had in the past. He never gave Stiles funny looks or scoffed at him. Never said anything negative. In fact, he always seemed to know the right thing to say, putting Stiles at ease.

Derek pulled his hand away, returning to his sandwich, and Stiles managed to finish his food, taking his time as they talked and laughed, the conversation growing more and more natural as it always did. Work, friends, family, and ordinary things that came up in everyday life. But thankfully, Derek hadn't asked what Stiles had been thinking about. That was something Stiles would never be able to explain.

Minutes turned into hours as they talked, and as the sun started to dip below the horizon, Derek suggested they stay for the sunset. Stiles eagerly agreed despite the allotted time for their date being over because fucking duh. More time with Derek. Totally worth whatever added cost Derek charged him.

After packing up, they settled on the cliffside, feet brushing the edge where it dropped off since Derek wouldn't let him get any closer. The sky glowed bright orange and pale pink, and they were both hypnotized, their eyes glued to the spectacle before them.

Stiles exhaled, the corners of his lips tugging up, feeling content and peaceful. He glanced at Derek, who was wearing the same smile, his gaze on the horizon. Stiles's stomach fluttered as if a million butterflies had taken flight within. This was something he could get used to. Him and Derek. He wanted to stay here, sitting side by side for hours, watching the days end and night take over. But reality pulled him from his musings, reminding him that this was Derek's job.

So he looked back over the town, the lights already twinkling against the backdrop of the ever-darkening sky, a few stars already peeking out. He took in a deep breath, just savoring the moment.

"It's so beautiful," he said, unable to contain the awe.

Derek nodded, turning toward him, and Stiles couldn't help but meet his gaze.

"Yeah…beautiful," Derek whispered.

Stiles's heart slammed in his chest when Derek's eyes moved to his lips, and he subconsciously licked them. He felt like a struck match, with everything bursting into flames inside him. Heat rushed through his veins, and Stiles swore electricity sparked between them.

Derek's eyes shifted back to his, darkening with something that made Stiles forget how to breathe. It was as if a million volts were running through his body.

What was happening here?

The night air seemed to hum with anticipation, and Stiles knew Derek could feel it, too, with the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He knew Derek could feel the current between them, and it was getting strongerstrongerstronger.

Everything was. Derek's gaze, the smoldering heat, the thunder of their heartbeats.

It was too much.

Stiles cleared his throat, his palms slick with sweat.

"We should head back," he said, breaking the trance.

Derek blinked, nodding, though Stiles swore he could sense disappointment emanating from him. But Derek didn't say a word as they got up, gathered the basket and blanket, and headed back to the Camaro.

A twenty-minute car ride had never felt so long. The drive was quiet, the silence between them uncomfortable and awkward in a way Stiles hadn't experienced before. Not even their first date. He hated it. But when they got back to Stiles's house, Derek pulled into the driveway and parked as he always did, getting out to walk Stiles to his door.

Stiles's hands shook as he took his keys from his pocket to unlock his front door. "I—"

His words died as he glanced back at Derek and was met by those dark, burning eyes. He swallowed thickly, his entire body tense as Derek just looked at him. Then without warning, Derek surged forward, cupping his face and kissing him.

Derek. Was. Kissing. Him.

Stiles gasped in surprise, his eyes closing on instinct. He melted into Derek, into the warmth and electricity coursing through his veins and singing in his ears. He could barely believe this was happening. His heart raced and his breath came out in pants.

Derek pulled away, gazing down at him.

Stiles's mind whirled, trying to process what had happened. Derek had never kissed him before. It wasn't an option for their dates as far as he knew, and Stiles knew he should speak, but Derek beat him to it.

"I couldn't help myself," Derek breathed, brushing his knuckles down the side of Stiles's face. "I've been wanting to do that since our first date."

Stiles could only lick his lips, chest heaving because holy fuck. That kiss. His first kiss. And for that, he regretted not saying anything because Derek gave him a brief nod, then spun around and jogged back to his Camaro, leaving Stiles standing there wide-eyed and stunned.

It took a few moments for Stiles to regain his composure, and when he did, he realized Derek was still sitting in the driveway. So he gave a half-wave, like an idiot, but Derek only arched a brow in a way that told him he wasn't leaving until Stiles was safely inside his house.

As much as Stiles wanted to roll his eyes because he wasn't a child, he unlocked his door and went inside. Before he closed the door, though, he made it a point to shoo Derek away, which earned him a grin.

Things couldn't be too bad if Derek grinned, right?

Stiles closed the door and locked it behind him, a dopey smile spreading across his face as he leaned against the cool wood grain. He could still feel Derek's lips ghosting over his, still feel the fire surging through his veins, and couldn't stop thinking about the look on Derek's face. The intensity in his eyes; it made his stomach flip.

Something was different. Very different.

And so, once again, Stiles had to wonder…could Derek like him, too?

Sunlight filtered through his bedroom curtains as Stiles jolted awake with a sharp inhale. He lowered his arms from their position over his head and dragged his palms slowly down his face, willing his brain to function.

His head hurt. His chest hurt. Stiles couldn't breathe through his nose, and he was warm. Too warm. His entire body ached as he rolled to his side and hacked up a lung. An inhumane noise escaped him as he tried to sit up, followed by another coughing fit. Stiles had no idea who the fuck got him sick, but he hoped they stepped on a fucking Lego.

The doorbell chimed, and Stiles groaned.

That must have been what had woken him, but who could it be? His dad had already stopped by that morning, plus he had an afternoon shift at the station, so it wouldn't be him. He knew it couldn't be Lydia because she wouldn't chance catching whatever ailment he had. Though she might have sent something to help him get better—chicken noodle soup or medicine.

That was more likely, honestly. And Stiles couldn't let the delivery person or the groceries just sit there, so he dragged himself out of bed. Literally. He had damn near no strength, so the only thing that kept him upright was using the bedposts and then the dresser for support. The walls were also great at making sure he didn't fall flat on his face as he padded down the hall, considering his legs were so damn weak.

Seriously, he hated being sick.

A cough? Fine, he could deal with that. A runny nose? Yeah, that sucked, but oh well. Tissues were his best friend then. But the all-over body aches because he couldn't stop shivering? The figurative elephant sitting on his chest when he tried to breathe? No thanks. That was a whole lot of fuck that shit.

By the time Stiles got to the door, he really, truly hoped it was a delivery from Lydia and not the mailman or something. If this was one of those door-to-door people trying to sell him on lawn maintenance, he might commit murder.

He'd fail, considering he couldn't move an inch without leaning against something, but it was the thought that counted.

"Stiles?"

His name was muffled through the door, but Stiles would recognize that voice anywhere.

Derek.

Shit. What time was it? They were supposed to go out again today, but Stiles had canceled since he was sick. Right? Shit, he hoped he'd actually canceled and didn't do something like forget to send the message. Honestly, that would be his fucking luck right now.

"Stiles?" Derek said again, sounding worried.

Which made sense because, honestly, it had probably been a good ten minutes since Stiles crawled out of bed and shuffled like a zombie to the door. And now he was kind of just standing there, staring at said door now, while he wondered what the hell he was supposed to be doing.

Oh, right. Opening the door.

God, why was that so hard right now?

Stiles flipped the lock and turned the knob, but holy crap, it took all his strength to open the door. The effort made him double over, coughing again.

Warmth enveloped him as he was lifted, and Stiles instinctively curled into it. Against Derek's chest. Stiles barely had a chance to appreciate being in Derek's arms before he was carefully set down on the couch.

He closed his eyes, groaning as he shivered. Fuck, it was freezing. All he wanted was to curl back up into Derek's warmth, but then Derek covered him with the blanket that had been thrown over the armrest. So Stiles curled in on himself, basking in the warmth of his blanket burrito as Derek walked into the kitchen.

Stiles had no idea what Derek was doing, but he recognized the sounds of rustling bags, his kitchen cabinets being opened and closed, and what was either a pot or pan being put on the stove.

It was kind of weird, but even though they barely knew each other, Stiles felt instantly at ease with Derek in his space. Which was funny because Derek had never even been in his house before, but there he was, puttering around the kitchen as if he belonged.

Maybe. Stiles wasn't exactly watching him because it hurt to open his eyes. But Derek generally seemed comfortable in any space whenever they were together. Ever since their picnic two weeks ago, they no longer limited themselves to dinner. They had yet to go to a museum or the observatory, but they'd gone hiking and to the movies. They'd gone to a concert one day and kayaking on the lake another. Derek had even taken Stiles to cheer on the local baseball team.

They weren't the Mets, but Stiles had fun regardless.

So much fun and Stiles couldn't help but feel like he'd missed out on so much by not dating before. But at the same time, he wasn't sure he would have wanted to experience any of that with someone other than Derek.

It was Derek that made it fun. His laugh, his smile. His kisses—because that was a thing they did now.

The soft feel of Derek's hand brushed Stiles's forehead, and Stiles managed to crack one eye open.

Derek slid his palm to Stiles's cheek, his brows drawn tight as he stared into Stiles's eyes.

"Hey," Derek said, his voice quiet and full of worry.

"Hey," Stiles croaked, his throat so dry.

Derek looped an arm behind Stiles's back, helping him sit up before holding out a glass of water. "Here, drink this."

Stiles took a sip as it was held to his lips, and he couldn't help the way his body flushed at the caring gesture. Hopefully, Derek wouldn't be able to tell the difference considering Stiles always had rosy cheeks when he was sick.

"Thank you," Stiles whispered before he turned away, hunching over to cough into the crook of his arm. Derek might be a werewolf and immune to human illnesses, but it would still be rude to cough in his face.

God, his chest hurt.

"When was the last time you took medicine?" Derek asked when Stiles's coughing fit seemed to be done. The joke was on Derek, though, because as soon as Stiles tried to answer, he was sent into another one.

Derek rubbed his back and Stiles slowly sat back up when he was done.

"Thanks. And um, I don't know. After I texted you, canceling our date. I did text you, right?" Stiles asked, even though if Derek was here, he obviously hadn't.

Which made him feel like shit.

Until Derek answered, "Yes, you did. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I brought some soup. It's heating up on the stove. And I got you some medicine, too."

He handed over a CVS bag, and when Stiles opened it, his eyes widened. Inside was just about every type of medicine he could ever need. Pain relievers, decongestants, antihistamines, cough suppressants, and expectorants. There were even throat drops, Kleenex, and one of those sinus rinse kits.

"I, uh…" Derek rubbed the back of his neck, his black t-shirt stretching across his chest at the movement. "I wasn't sure what to get, so I asked one of the pharmacists. But then they mentioned being careful in case you had allergies to certain medicine, so I just grabbed a bunch of different things. I'm not entirely sure they were supposed to sell all of this to me because their machine kept making noises, and they had to have someone come override something, but yeah. Anyway. There should be something in there you could use."

There was a slight blush over his cheeks and even the tips of his ears were tinged pink. Oh fuck, Derek was adorable.

"Thank you," Stiles said, not bothering to hide the awe he felt that Derek would go to so much trouble. "You didn't have to do all this."

"I just hated the thought of you being sick."

Before Stiles could respond, Derek got up and returned to the kitchen. Stiles stared after him, his chest aching for a different reason now. He was falling for Derek.

Hard.

Literally, too, as he threw himself back down on the couch, the bag of medicine still in his lap. He covered his head with the blanket as he tried to drown out his thoughts. Except naturally, he couldn't since they were in his head which was also under the blanket.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed since Derek went back into the kitchen, probably mere seconds, but soon his face was exposed again as Derek peeled back the blanket.

Stiles refused to open his eyes until a washcloth rubbed over his forehead, wiping away the sweat.

"You should take something," Derek whispered, taking the bag from Stiles's lap.

All Stiles could do was nod since he didn't trust himself to speak. With his luck, his brain-to-mouth filter would fail and he'd blurt out a marriage proposal—or beg Derek to date him for real. Okay, maybe not either of those, but he might ask if there was a chance Derek liked him, too, which was just as bad.

And Stiles wasn't ready to experience the sting of that rejection just yet. Because as much as he wondered if Derek actually liked him, the truth was that Derek was paid to go on those dates with him. Not to mention, he genuinely seemed like a nice guy, and Stiles didn't want to take Derek's kindness as anything more than just that.

Plus, if he remembered the contract correctly since this was a last-minute cancellation, he was being charged the full amount of the date anyway.

"Which one…?" Derek seemed unsure as he looked in the bag because, of course, he was. He was a werewolf and clearly didn't know anything about human illnesses. Proven by the fact that he'd probably bought out the store.

Stiles should ask him for the receipt to pay him back.

What he did instead was point to the package of Sudafed, which Derek promptly opened, handing him two pills. Stiles propped himself up on an elbow, then popped them in his mouth and picked up the glass of water on the coffee table to swallow them down.

Derek took the glass when he was done and felt his forehead again.

"You shouldn't get too close to me," Stiles groaned even as he leaned into Derek's touch.

"I can't get sick." Derek looked at him with a fond expression as he brushed away the hair that had fallen over Stiles's eyes. Then he dug in the bag again and pulled out a jar of Vaporub. "So this might seem weird, but when I was at the store, this sweet older lady suggested I try this. She swore by it."

Stiles furrowed his brows in confusion as Derek reached down, pulling the blanket away from Stiles's feet. Gently, he lifted one foot, took Stiles's sock off, and opened the jar. The strong scent of menthol filled Stiles's senses as Derek spread a thin layer on the sole of his foot before covering it with a sock again.

"A little old lady told you this would work?" Stiles asked as Derek repeated the process on his other foot. How the hell was Vaporub on the bottom of his feet supposed to help his cold or whatever this was? But Stiles wasn't about to question it when he wanted to groan at how good the inadvertent foot massage was. Or maybe it was the fact that Derek was also taking his pain. Stiles recognized it as black tendrils snaked up Derek's arm.

Derek nodded. "Said she does this when she's sick and did it with all her kids when they were younger, and they'd always feel better the next day."

"Well, I already feel like I can breathe better." To prove his point, Stiles inhaled deeply, letting out a deep sigh when he didn't start coughing.

Only he spoke too soon. Stiles doubled over to cough, though he had to admit that his chest didn't hurt as bad now.

"Just rest," Derek told him, making sure Stiles was tucked back under the blanket. "The soup should be warm now. I'll go make you a bowl."

Derek disappeared into the kitchen again, and Stiles thought about how this was—despite everything—one of the best moments of his life. So it wasn't really a surprise that he couldn't help but think it had to mean something that Derek would go to all this trouble and expense to make sure he was okay.

Right?

Stiles watched Derek move around the kitchen, pulling a bowl down from the cabinets and grabbing a spoon from the drawer, and smiled. If only he were brave enough to ask Derek what this was, but he didn't want this moment potentially ruined, so he stayed quiet.

"I hope this is alright," Derek said as he walked back into the living room.

Stiles sat up, and between the meds and Derek taking his pain, moving didn't hurt anymore.

Derek took the spot beside him, placing a throw pillow on Stiles's lap before handing him the bowl of warm soup.

Stiles's cheeks flushed as he smiled down at the bowl for a second. It looked and smelled delicious. "Did you make this? Like homemade?"

"Yeah. My friend, Erica...she said that chicken noodle soup would be good if you're sick. So she sent me her mom's recipe."

Stiles brought the bowl up and inhaled. His mouth watered immediately, and he wanted to devour it, but he didn't. Instead, he carefully sipped the soup, the savory and salty flavor of the broth rushing over his tongue. A moan slipped free, but he couldn't be bothered to be embarrassed by it because it was seriously so good. And soon, it was all gone—even all the vegetables, which Stiles tended to avoid.

"Do you want more?" Derek asked him, taking the bowl from him when he was done.

Stiles shook his head. He probably could inhale another bowl, but he was starting to feel sleepy again. Derek could probably tell by the way his eyes drooped. "No. At least not right now. And thank you. That was delicious."

"You're welcome," Derek said with a soft smile. "I'm glad you liked it. Next date, we should stay in and I'll cook you dinner."

"That sounds good." And it really did. Probably too good, considering he was already too hopeful that Derek actually liked him more than just a client.

Stiles yawned, too tired to talk himself out of leaning against Derek.

"C'mon." Derek looped an arm around his back. "You'll rest better in your bed. Do you want me to help you there?"

Stiles nodded, relaxing as Derek lifted him up. He pointed down the hall with the intention of telling Derek where his room was but must have dozed off because the next thing he knew, Derek was tucking him into bed. With a deep and contented sigh, he reached out, grabbing Derek's hand.

It felt wrong to ask him to stay, especially when Derek was paid to be here. But Stiles also didn't want him to go yet.

"Stay."

Derek ducked his head, and for a moment, Stiles worried that he overstepped, but then Derek kicked off his shoes. He set his phone, wallet, and keys on the nightstand and climbed into bed beside him.

Stiles couldn't help the small smile spreading across his face as Derek draped an arm across his waist, dragging him close. Derek's breath was warm against the back of his neck, and the heavy weight of Derek's arm was comforting despite never having someone in his bed before.

Derek's warmth and presence lulled Stiles to sleep and filled his dreams with all the possibilities of what could be.

"So when do I get to meet this boyfriend of yours?" Lydia asked as they waited in line for popcorn and drinks.

Stiles turned to look at her and couldn't shy away from her green eyes as they bore into him. He groaned internally, hating himself a little for mentioning Derek at all. But he'd needed something to tell Lydia since he wasn't hanging out with her as often. Because duh. She was his best friend, so obviously she noticed when he was suddenly always busy. "He's not my boyfriend."

Lydia raised a perfectly plucked brow, her expression screaming that she knew he was hiding something and wouldn't let him get away with it. She tossed her fiery-red hair over her shoulder. As Stiles followed the movement, he froze at the sight of Derek walking through the entrance of the movie theater.

Oh shit. Oh fuck.

Stiles moved a little to the left, trying to hide behind the display case that held the candy.

Derek was arm-in-arm with a gorgeous woman. Her blonde hair fell in perfect waves over her shoulder as she laughed at something Derek said. She poked a perfectly manicured nail into Derek's shoulder, a gesture that spoke of familiarity. Especially when Derek snapped his teeth at her.

Was she a friend or…a girlfriend?

She couldn't be a client. They seemed way too comfortable with each other. Then again, Derek was the type of person that could make someone feel like they'd known each other their whole lives. So maybe this person, this gorgeous woman with cherry-red lips, was a client.

Maybe the way Derek treated Stiles wasn't anything special at all?

Stiles's stomach dropped out as he thought about how Derek had cared for him when he was sick. As he thought about their dates since then. How Derek held him close when they walked through the museum, talking about all the exhibits. How Derek had insisted on taking him to the zoo when Stiles said he hadn't been since before his mom had died. How Derek had taken him to the local raceway and let Stiles beat him in go-karts.

How Derek still took his breath away with every kiss at the end of every date.

A wicked pain lanced through his chest, and Stiles wanted to double over. He needed air but also couldn't—wouldn't—dare bring attention to himself right now. So instead, he focused on Lydia.

"Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" she asked.

Stiles shook his head, unwilling to talk. Not that he could have if he tried. What would he say anyway? He'd have to explain that the guy he said he was dating was actually paid to do so. Fuck, he should have kept his mouth shut about Derek to begin with.

"I—" Stiles's voice caught in his throat, and he knew she was waiting for an answer, but when he looked up, Derek was staring right at him. His head was cocked to the side, brows furrowed in concern.

"Stiles." Lydia nudged him a little, pushing him forward as the line moved. "Seriously, what is going on with you right now?"

"It's nothing," he finally said, tearing his gaze from Derek and his maybe-date.

Thank God Lydia wasn't the kind of supernatural creature with enhanced senses or she'd call him out on his blatant lie. Actually, she'd call him out anyway because she had the freakish talent of knowing when he was bullshitting.

Stiles glanced back at where he'd seen Derek, but he wasn't there anymore. His date was, except maybe she hadn't been his date because she was leaning against some other guy now. He swallowed thickly, his throat clicking, and chanced a look at Lydia. "It's really nothing."

He turned away, desperately trying to ignore the pain in his chest. Thankfully, it was their turn at the counter, so he ordered their drinks and a large tub of popcorn, but then the hairs on the back of his neck stood before he could pay. A prickly awareness washed over him as a familiar warmth pressed against his back.

"Could you add another large soda to that?" Derek's breath fanned against his neck as he reached past Stiles, handing his card to the concession attendant.

Stiles turned his head, looking over his shoulder. His heart thumped wildly at how close Derek was.

"I… You…" He faltered when he felt the warmth of Derek's hand on his back. What was he doing here?

The attendant rang them out, slid three large cups across the counter, and stepped away to get their popcorn.

Derek gave Stiles a soft smile. "Hi."

Stiles nodded, unable to speak past the lump in his throat. Derek was here. Standing next to him. Why?

"You must be Derek," Lydia said, reminding Stiles she was there.

Derek turned to her, though he kept his hand on the small of Stiles's back. "I am. And you must be Lydia. Stiles talks about you all the time."

The attendant returned with their popcorn, interrupting their greetings, and Stiles grabbed the tub, scurrying away. It wasn't often that he didn't know what to say, but he wasn't sure what the fuck was going on right now.

Why was Derek here with them and not with the woman he'd come in with?

Derek quickly caught up to him and gestured to the soda machine. "They don't have Dr. Pepper so what would you like to drink?"

The reminder that Derek knew Stiles's soda preference actually hurt a little. A lot. Why did he have to be so good at his job and make Stiles forget that this was all fake? It was so unfair.

"Pepsi," was all Stiles said before popping popcorn into his mouth. He had to remind himself to chew so he didn't choke.

Derek nodded, his expression filled with concern again as he filled their drinks. When he was done, he handed Stiles his. Stiles accepted it, not realizing that his hand was shaking until he tried to take a sip of his soda and almost spilled it all over himself.

"You okay?" Derek reached out, steadying his hand. "Should I not have come over?"

Before he could answer, Lydia thrust a handful of napkins at him, her eyes bouncing between them as she helped Stiles clean up the small mess he'd made.

"Let me take this," she said, taking the tub of popcorn from him.

Stiles nodded absently, eyes not leaving Derek's. "Sorry, I guess I'm just surprised to see you."

The corners of Derek's lips twitched. "Same. But my pack wanted to see a movie, and we"—he gestured between them—"didn't have anything planned, so I figured why not."

Derek came here with his pack? So that blonde woman wasn't a date?

"Are you seeing the same movie as us?" Lydia asked when Stiles didn't say anything.

Derek chuckled. "I am now."

The adamance in his voice made Stiles laugh, finally breaking him from his melancholy state. "I guess you are."

"But only if you want me here," Derek said, leaning closer and dropping his voice.

Stiles nodded because he absolutely did, despite how awkward it kind of was. So they headed into the theater, quickly finding their seats.

"So what are we seeing?" Derek asked, taking Stiles's hand and threading their fingers together.

Stiles leaned in and whispered, "Spider-Man," as the lights went down and the previews started playing.

Derek nodded as if he'd expected that answer. Which was fair. Stiles had talked about wanting to see it the last time they went out. Derek squeezed his hand lightly, and Stiles couldn't deny the way his heart did somersaults behind his rib cage. Or the way his stomach swooped.

Fake, fake, fake, he reminded himself.

As the movie played, Stiles snuck glances at Derek, smiling at how the light illuminated his handsome face. Derek was mesmerizing as he sat there studying every detail of the movie, and Stiles was helplessly drawn to him.

By the time the movie was over, Stiles didn't even feel bad that he hadn't watched a single second of it, too focused on Derek the entire time. Which sucked because he liked Spider-Man, but he'd just come back another day.

They walked out of the auditorium in silence. Well, Stiles was silent. Derek and Lydia chatted like they were old friends. It was kind of nice. Stiles leaned into Derek as they walked, and though he knew Derek originally hadn't come here for him, he still couldn't help the contentment that washed over him. This felt real. Like they actually belonged here.

Together.

"Did you ride together?" Derek asked as they exited the theater.

Lydia nodded. "I drove us. But if you wouldn't mind, I actually need to run to the store before I head home, so Stiles could use a ride."

Oh, that sneaky bitch. Stiles loved her. And maybe Derek, too, because he insisted on walking Lydia to her car, watching her drive away, before leading Stiles to the Camaro.

As always, Derek opened the passenger door for Stiles. Such a gentleman. And only after they were both seated and buckled did Stiles remember that Derek's pack was at the theater, so he asked, "What about your pack? Did you guys not ride together?"

He'd almost completely forgotten about them. Oops.

"No," Derek told him, pulling out of the parking spot. "Well, Erica rode with me since we were both home. The others came straight from work but met us here, so she can get a ride back with them."

Stiles nodded, looking up at the darkening sky. Way too dark for the time of day it was.

"Looks like it's gonna rain," he said right before thunder rumbled in the distance and raindrops started to fall, taptaptapping against the window.

By the time they arrived at Stiles's house, it was a torrential downpour.

"Should we make a run for it?" Derek asked, turning his car off.

Stiles watched as lightning raced across the sky, followed by thunder that made him jump. "I would say that you don't need to walk me to my door, but maybe you should stay? Wait for the rain to stop before heading home?"

"I'd walk you regardless. But yes, I'll stay." Derek's words were laced with…something. As if he meant more than what he was saying.

Before Stiles could think about it any further, Derek was already outside, racing around the hood of the Camaro. Stiles opened his door and jumped out, slamming it shut behind him. He would apologize for it later, but icy droplets pelted his skin right now, so he ran. Derek was right beside him, splashing through the puddles on the walkway as they ran for the house. They were utterly and completely drenched to the bones when they crashed through the front door, laughing as they collapsed against it.

"Fuck. We should get out of these wet clothes," Stiles said, panting for breath as his teeth chattered. Some days he was sure his house was trying to freeze him to death. He had one of those smart thermostats and it would randomly turn the temperature down on him.

Derek nodded, his eyes flaring with heat. "Yeah, we should."

Stiles shuddered at the intensity of his gaze. It was as if Derek were devouring his body without even touching him. Stiles's nipples tightened, and his cock grew hard. Shit. He couldn't go there, so Stiles ducked his head, breaking the spell. "Alright. C'mon. I'll get you some dry clothes."

"Yeah," Derek seemed to shake himself out of his trance, too. "That'd be great."

Stiles nodded before leading Derek to his room. Inside, he turned on the bedroom light before grabbing sweatpants and a T-shirt from his dresser that he thought might fit Derek.

"Here you go," he said as the thunder and lightning outside echoed through the house. Crap, he hoped the batteries in his flashlights weren't dead in case the power went out. "You can change in the bathroom."

Derek smiled as he took the clothes. He looked so good standing there, dripping wet—his clothes clinging to him like a second skin. "Thanks."

Stiles nodded as Derek walked away. He noticed that Derek didn't bother to close the bathroom door behind himself. The light came on, and Stiles watched as Derek stripped off his shirt, muscles rippling. There was a large tattoo on his back, some type of symbol that Stiles wanted to trace with his tongue. He should look away. He should find some clothes for himself and change before Derek came back out.

Instead, he stood there, transfixed, as Derek undid the button on his pants. Heat rushed through him as he met Derek's gaze in the mirror. Stiles swallowed, uncomfortably aware that he was standing there ogling Derek like a creep. Still, he couldn't tear his eyes away.

Then Derek did the unexpected: he spun around and closed the distance between them until he was right in front of Stiles. Until Stiles could feel the heat radiating off Derek's body. Could see the flecks of gold in his eyes.

"Stiles," Derek said, his voice a deep rumble of warning. His pants hung dangerously low on his hips, showing off that delicious V-cut and coarse hair that dipped below the band of his boxer briefs.

Stiles held his breath, knowing he should move. That he should do something. Say something. But he was powerless, his body responding to Derek's without conscious thought.

Derek cradled his neck with one hand, caressing his skin with his palm. Stiles arched into his calloused touch and closed his eyes. Everything felt so much better with Derek so close.

"Look at me." Derek's thumb rubbed over Stiles's Adam's apple. "Please."

Stiles opened his eyes, unprepared for the sight of Derek's eyes. They were crimson, and his pupils were blown so wide that there was barely a hint of red left.

"Tell me you want this," Derek whispered, and Stiles knew he should say no. Not only because this was his first time, but if they went there, it changed things. Didn't it? This wouldn't be fake anymore. It couldn't. Not to Stiles. And it might break him if this didn't mean as much to Derek as it did to him.

But the words wouldn't come. All Stiles could do was stand there and breathe in Derek's scent.

Derek leaned in, his lips hovering just above Stiles's. "Tell me you want this."

"Yes." Stiles nodded, his heart racing. "I want this."

His words were followed by a clap of thunder and, with it, the slow burn of electricity arcing between them. Derek's mouth descended onto his, and Stiles parted his lips, welcoming Derek's tongue with a low groan. Sparks of pleasure surged through him as Derek's tongue explored every inch of his mouth.

Sweet mother of all that was holy; there was nothing better than kissing Derek. No one could tell him otherwise. Not to mention that Stiles's cock was practically burning a hole in the front of his pants, trying to escape. Why was he still wearing clothes?

Off. He needed them off—now. Stiles needed neither of them to be wearing clothes anymore because all he wanted was Derek's warm body pressing against his own with nothing in between.

"Derek," Stiles breathed when Derek broke the kiss.

Derek's lips trailed down Stiles's neck, and Stiles moaned at the sting of Derek's fangs nipping gently at the crook of his neck.

"Derek," Stiles breathed again, tilting his head back in encouragement as he humped against Derek's leg. Yes, he was that desperate for any little bit of friction.

Derek walked him backward, gripping the hem of Stiles's shirt and drawing it over his head. He tossed it to the side, and it landed on the ground with a wet plop. Then came his jeans, which were a little more difficult, but by the time Stiles fell back on his bed, he was naked.

Stiles scooted back on the mattress, watching as Derek shoved down his own pants and underwear, and then he was naked too.

Gloriously and deliciously naked.

The mattress dipped as Derek climbed onto the bed. He straddled Stiles's hips, and Stiles let out a low, guttural groan when Derek grabbed both of his hands and held them above his head before fastening his mouth onto Stiles's once again.

Apparently, Stiles wasn't the only one out of control.

Derek's lips were soft and inviting, a contrast to his need, which was demanding and hard. Not that Stiles minded at all. He had no idea what he was doing. All he knew was that he wanted moremoremore. So he lifted his hips, seeking friction, and as Derek ground down against him, Stiles could feel every ridge and contour of his body. Of his cock.

Their kiss deepened, and the sensations grew more intense, washing through Stiles like waves. Derek's mouth left his to trail slow, hard kisses along Stiles's jaw, kisses that felt desperate but also like he was trying to hold back. Stiles whined, arching his back. Derek met his gaze. The intensity of it grabbed Stiles's breath. It was a look of pure desire, making Stiles feel alive. It made him aware of every touch and taste of Derek, of his body. His scent.

Derek's lips explored him, and Stiles allowed it, all the while stifling his groans. His desperation. Derek was killing him in the best way, especially when he ran his fingers across Stiles's nipples. Derek leaned forward but not to lick his nipple as Stiles thought he would. Instead, Derek placed his mouth over Stiles's nipple and sucked. He sucked the tight bud into his mouth—hard—teeth nipping into Stiles's flesh. Stiles plunged his hands into Derek's hair, panting as he squirmed against the assault.

Who knew his nipples were so sensitive? Certainly not him.

Stiles closed his eyes and dropped his head back against the mattress, letting out a sound that was unintelligible even to himself. This was torture. Sweet, sweet torture and Stiles wanted more. He clamped his mouth shut as Derek slid further down his body.

Oh shit.

Oh fuck.

Lightning rods zapped up Stiles's legs as Derek's breath ghosted over his cock. It twitched, begging for attention, but Derek didn't stop there. Instead, he moved even further down, kissing Stiles's legs and thighs. Which was somehow even more erotic since it tickled his skin and made every hair stand on end.

"Turn over," Derek said, his voice low and rough.

Stiles quickly complied, flailing as he flipped over. He'd be embarrassed, except he was sure Derek would appreciate his enthusiasm. And then Stiles was on his stomach, breathing heavily as he waited for Derek to do something. Anything.

He gasped when Derek pulled his cheeks apart, and Stiles held his breath.

One second. Two seconds. Three—

Stiles inhaled sharply as Derek lifted his hips, pressed his face between Stiles's legs, and licked his hole. Holy shit.

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

Especially when Derek's tongue slid inside.

Was this supposed to feel this good? Shouldn't he feel embarrassed about having someone licking his asshole? He wasn't. He couldn't be when it felt so good. In fact, Stiles spread his legs even wider, arching his back as he silently begged for more. Derek apparently knew exactly what Stiles wanted because he thrust his tongue inside again, doing little swirls and licks as he worked Stiles's sensitive nerves.

Stiles was wild with need, and it took all of his willpower not to hump the bed. He gripped the sheets as the pleasure built. And built and built and built. And Derek moaned against him, sounding as if he was enjoying himself just as much.

"Lube?" Derek muttered against him, as if he couldn't bring himself to pull away for even a second.

Stiles swatted a hand out, flailing around to reach the nightstand. He flung the drawer open so hard that its contents spilled to the floor when it slid out. The bed shifted as Derek leaned over the side, and then the lube was tossed onto the mattress beside Stiles. The telltale sound of the lube cap opening made Stiles's dick leak like some kind of Pavlovian response, and then Derek's finger was there, rubbing against his hole.

"Have you ever touched yourself here?" Derek asked, his voice husky with desire.

"Y-yeah." Stiles ran his tongue over his lower lip before raking it with his teeth. "I-I imagined it was you."

Derek groaned, biting Stiles's ass cheek. "Did you like it?"

"God, yes," he hissed just as Derek pushed his finger in. It was so much better than when Stiles fingered himself. It was even better than his dildo. As he relaxed—moaning and mumbling incoherently—Derek added a second finger and eventually a third, rubbing against Stiles's prostate with every skilled thrust of his hand. Derek worked him open with strong fingers, pressing open-mouth kisses on the swell of Stiles's ass.

"Oh, fuck." Stiles knew Derek could sense his desperation. That he wanted more. Needed it.

When Derek removed his fingers, Stiles let out an unmanly whimper. He tried to cover it with a grunt, but Derek chuckled.

"One second." Derek caressed his back before pulling away, and Stiles immediately missed his touch.

He looked over his shoulder, frowning when Derek got off the bed and marched to the bathroom, though now Stiles had a great view of his back, ass, and muscular thighs. "What are you doing?"

"Getting a condom," Derek said, bending over and digging in his pants pocket.

"Do we need one?" Stiles knew that werewolves didn't carry diseases, and if they were doing this, then Stiles wanted to feel all of him. No barriers.

The cords of muscle on Derek's back, shoulders, and arms shifted as he stood. Stiles wanted to nibble on them. He also wanted to run his fingers through the coarse hair on Derek's chest, across Derek's stomach, and through the patch of hair just below his navel.

When Derek faced him again, Stiles's mouth went dry because holy fucking shit. Derek's dick was huge. It was long and thick and uncut and mouthwateringly perfect, but how the fuck it was supposed to fit inside him?

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from it as it bobbed in the air. Stiles kind of wanted to pout, but before he could, Derek was there, hovering over him. The heat of his body was as calming and comforting as it was intimidating with the reality of what was about to happen crashing over him. But then Derek cradled his face and kissed him as he lazily rocked against him, that monster cock sliding against his hole.

The kiss was hungry but soft. Demanding yet gentle. Stiles knew deep down that he'd already fallen hard for Derek, and even though he knew the chances of Derek being there to catch him were slim to none, he didn't care anymore. Not right now.

He wanted this. Needed it.

Stiles's breath hitched when Derek pulled away, and he groaned when Derek kissed the small of his back. His heart couldn't take such an intimate gesture.

"Are you ready?" Derek asked breathlessly, and Stiles heard the lube cap pop open again.

All he could do was nod. He bit his bottom lip and tried not to tense when he felt the much-too-large blunt head of Derek's cock against his hole. Forget about catching his breath—Stiles forgot how to breathe entirely. He fisted the sheets with one hand while slamming the other against the headboard as Derek slowly pushed in.

A bright sting of pain blended with an intense pressure that carried the promise of pleasure beneath it. It was overwhelming.

"I'll go slow," Derek promised, pressing kisses against the back of Stiles's neck. And though that was probably supposed to be comforting, Stiles couldn't help but tense up. "I need you to relax, or it'll hurt."

Stiles nodded, blowing out a breath as he tried to relax. "How far in are you?"

"Just the tip." Derek didn't push in any further. Instead, he started massaging Stiles's ass and lower back, and Stiles could tell Derek was taking his pain. He sucked in a breath as Derek squirted more lube into his crease, and it worked enough for Derek to slide in a bit more.

Derek groaned, and the sound went straight to Stiles's cock. The poor thing was so fucking confused right now. It didn't know whether to be turned on or go flaccid when the sting of the stretch made Stiles's arousal waver. Derek was so much bigger than his fingers or even the one dildo Stiles had purchased, but he knew it would be worth it as soon as—

"Oh, fuck!" Stiles cried out as Derek's cock brushed against his prostate. His chest rose and fell in shallow pants. His face and skin burned as he dropped his head, biting his bottom lip. His ass still ached a little, but this time it was an exquisite agony that made his cock throb and leak all over his sheets. "Fucking…shit…fuckfuck."

Stiles would worry about what the neighbors could hear if it weren't for the thunderstorm. God, he really hoped the thunderstorm drowned out his moans. Who would have guessed he could be so loud?

"You have no idea how good you look right now," Derek said with a throaty growl. "Does it still hurt?"

Yes, but Stiles shook his head vigorously. "Fuck no. I want more."

Derek rolled his hips in small, shallow thrusts, and that stretch and burn quickly gave way to how perfectly filled Stiles felt when Derek was finally fully seated. His hole probably looked obscene stretched around Derek's cock. When Derek tested out a bigger thrust, it was so fucking good. Heat built inside of Stiles as Derek picked up the pace, and then Derek shifted a little, tilting Stiles's hips. When he pushed back in, Stiles's entire body lit up like the fourth of July.

It was too much.

It wasn't enough.

Derek clutched his hips. Hard. His nails dug half-moons into Stiles's skin, and God, Stiles hoped they left bruises. He wanted Derek's marks all over him. The bed creaked as they rocked in perfect rhythm, punctuated by Derek's growls, repeating the same word over and over again.

Mineminemine.

"Yes!" Stiles cried out in answer.

Derek's cock dragged against that spot inside Stiles that sent small shocks of intense pleasure throughout his body again and again. His toes curled and his balls drew up tight as Derek reached around him, stroking Stiles's cock in time with his thrusts, which grew frantic and needy.

Stiles's whole body was on the precipice of euphoria until he finally let go, his body tightening and giving in simultaneously as his orgasm shot through him.

Derek turned his head, finding Stiles's lips and kissing him, hot and insistent. This was it. No one else would ever compare to Derek or this moment, and Stiles couldn't help but moan into Derek's mouth when his hole stretched even more as Derek's knot swelled. It caught on his rim a few times before Derek couldn't pull out anymore.

"So perfect. You look so good on my knot. Made for it. Made for me." Derek growled, grinding against him until Stiles shouted his name, somehow coming again.

It was everything he ever wanted but also more than he could ever dream of. So good, so perfect, and he felt amazing—panting hard and completely out of breath while his whole body tingled with pleasure.

"Mine," Derek said again, shuddering above him as he came, his cock pulsing, before collapsing against Stiles's back.

I'm all yours, Stiles wished he could say, but he couldn't. Wouldn't. It would be admitting way too much now that his mind was clearing.

Unable to support both their weights after such an intense orgasm, Stiles fell in a heap onto the mattress. Right into the wet spot under him, but Stiles didn't care. Not when his entire body was buzzing.

Derek maneuvered them to their sides and ran his hand down Stiles's side. His voice was quiet as he asked, "Did I hurt you?"

"No." Stiles shook his head. "I mean, I'm a little sore, but that was…" Indescribable. Incredible. He honestly never realized it would be like this. That a moment could be so perfect.

"So it was good?"

It was strange hearing something that sounded like uncertainty coming from Derek, who always seemed so sure of himself.

"So good," Stiles assured him. "Better than good. Seriously, ten out of ten, would do again. I'd high-five you, but I can't feel my arms. I'm not even sure I can feel my face."

Derek's huff of laughter against the back of his neck made Stiles shudder. "You're ridiculous sometimes."

"I know. But yes, being completely serious. That was amazing," Stiles said, even though he was a mess right now, all sticky and sweaty. He clenched automatically as he pictured his hole stretched over Derek's knot, and it sent a shiver down his spine.

Derek made a pained sound and gripped Stiles's hips to still him. "Keep doing that and my knot won't go down any time soon."

"How long until it does?" Stiles asked, relaxing against Derek's chest.

Derek kissed his shoulder as he hugged Stiles close. "I'm not sure. I've never knotted anyone before."

"Never?" Stiles's eyes widened in surprise. There was no way that Derek had never knotted anyone before. Why wouldn't he? Stiles had heard stories that made it sound like the best thing ever—that sex was so much better because of it. "Really?"

Derek nodded against the back of his neck. "I'm sorry. I probably should have asked first, but it just felt right with you. Magical. I don't really know how to explain it. I just know that you're mine."

Derek's words made him feel all sorts of warm and fuzzy inside—and so incredibly special. He couldn't help but believe him.

"Yours," Stiles said, closing his eyes and leaning into Derek's embrace, which felt too good. He wanted to stay in Derek's arms forever, though he still had plenty of questions about what had just happened and what Derek had said. But they would have to wait. For now, he wanted to just enjoy this moment. Though it didn't take long before Stiles felt his consciousness begin to slip.

"Tired," he murmured, and Derek kissed the back of his head.

"Go ahead and sleep. I'll clean us up once my knot goes down."

Stiles nodded, or at least, he thought he did as Derek's steady breathing and heartbeat lulled him into a deep sleep.

As he closed his eyes, Stiles couldn't help but wonder if this was what love felt like. But that thought was quickly forgotten as sleep overtook him, and his mind drifted into pleasant dreams of him and Derek and their future.

Stiles woke up achingly hard—not an uncommon occurrence since meeting Derek. However, the ache in his ass was uncommon. Though it was a pleasant ache. A satisfying reminder of last night. The thought of Derek's knot made Stiles's cock throb and his hole clench. He ground against the mattress, moaning into his pillow at the friction.

An arm tightened around his waist, and a gruff voice growled in his ear, "God, you smell so good."

Part of Stiles had been worried he'd wake up to an empty bed. That Derek would have taken off in the middle of the night. Sure, Derek had practically claimed him last night. Had said Stiles was his, but it could have been said in the heat of the moment. They were knotted together, after all. Stiles wouldn't have held it against him, so needless to say, it was a pleasant surprise that Derek was still there, pressed against him.

Lust spiked through Stiles's body and he turned in Derek's arms, brushing his fingers over Derek's cheeks and neck, just taking a moment to study him. Sunlight trickled in through the curtains, casting a golden glow over Derek's face. His eyes were still shut, black lashes framing his sharp cheekbones. God, he was so beautiful.

Stiles trailed his fingers down Derek's neck and chest to his hip, smirking when Derek's dick twitched. His breath quickened as his chest filled with nervous excitement when he grabbed the lube that was still beside him, squirting some into his palm. His own cock jumped in anticipation as he wrapped his hand around Derek's.

"What are you doing?" Derek asked, his voice rough with sleep. When he finally opened his eyes, they bore through Stiles with an intensity that stole his breath.

"I didn't really get to touch you last night," Stiles whispered, staring between them as Derek bucked into his fist.

Derek chuckled, the vibration of it humming through Stiles's body. He gripped Stiles's ass and rolled to his back, pulling Stiles over him until their chests were flush.

Warmth pooled in Stiles's belly as Derek leaned up, running his tongue along Stiles's bottom lip, igniting the fire already raging between them.

Derek drew back, their lips still brushing, and murmured, "Why don't you let me take care of you."

Though Stiles had wanted to take care of Derek, to bring him pleasure, he whispered, "Yes," without hesitation.

Derek leaned in again, caressing Stiles's tongue with gentle strokes. Stiles soared, lost in the heat and emotion between them. When Derek pulled back, his eyes were shining with what Stiles thought might be love. His heart tripped over itself.

Could this be real?

Derek brushed his lips against Stiles's forehead, leaving a soft, tender kiss.

"I've got you," he said, lining up their cocks and wrapping a hand around both of them, giving Stiles that sweet, delicious friction that made him tremble.

Stiles's heart pounded as they rocked together, and the room filled with moans and heavy breathing.

"I-I really wanna suck you off," he panted when Derek twisted his wrist. Stiles wasn't sure why or how he was talking, considering he couldn't even think right now. Not when the pressure teetered on the edge of pleasure-pain.

Derek pulled Stiles in by the back of his neck with his other hand, kissing him again. "Next time."

As they kissed, Stiles ran his fingers along Derek's neck with a featherlight touch, writhing when Derek trailed his fingers down his back.

"Oh, fu—" Stiles started, but Derek swallowed his groan with a passionate sweep of his tongue. More ridiculous sounds rose from his throat, escaping in the form of whimpers and moans that would be downright embarrassing if he cared at all. But how could he when—

"I love the sounds you make," Derek said, panting when he broke the kiss.

And Stiles wasn't sure how much longer he could hold out. It felt too good. His body was like a live wire—all coiled, sparking energy. But surprisingly, it wasn't Stiles who snapped first.

Derek's body went taut, and his curses filled the room. A tendon stood out on the side of his neck that Stiles wanted to nibble on. Fuck, Derek looked so good when he came. There was something about the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head before setting a hard glare at the ceiling as if it had personally offended him that really turned Stiles on.

He kept thrusting, digging his fingers into Derek's shoulders, clinging to him for dear life as he chased his own release.

"Come on, Stiles," Derek urged, tightening his grip on Stiles's cock. "Let me see you come."

The order sent shockwaves through Stiles, and he jerked forward. With his head thrown back, Stiles cried out Derek's name as his dick pulsed rhythmically between them.

"God, you feel so good," Derek mumbled against his shoulder when Stiles collapsed against him, boneless and content.

Stiles smiled softly, still panting as he nodded. Words were lost to him, and all he could do was hum his approval of a great orgasm as his nerve endings tingled and his body twitched. Goosebumps erupted along his skin at every puff of Derek's breath against the side of his neck.

"Well, that was the best way to wake up," Derek said, panting. "What did you say last night? Ten of ten, would do again?"

Stiles snorted, falling to the side but tangling their legs together. He could stay wrapped up in Derek for days. For forever. "Absolutely."

Before Derek could wipe his hand off on the sheets or get up to clean himself, Stiles grabbed it and brought it up to his mouth. He flushed as he licked a stripe up Derek's palm. "Mmm…not as bad as I'd thought it'd be."

"Jesus Christ." Derek growled before crushing their lips together again. "You have no idea," he muttered against Stiles's lips, "how incredible you are. I don't know how I was lucky enough to find you. That I get to have you."

There it was again. Those words.

Stiles sighed and pressed their foreheads together. His heart beat erratically as he asked, "So this is real? You really want me?"

"I meant what I said last night." Derek pulled back and tilted Stiles's chin up with two fingers, searching his eyes. His lips curved into a slow, gentle smile. "You're mine, Stiles. I want to be with you. For real."

Stiles shivered at Derek's words. So what Derek had said last night hadn't been a fluke. It wasn't just a declaration in the heat of the moment. Derek really wanted him. Wanted them to be together. Stiles's heart felt like it was about to burst with happiness. He trailed featherlight kisses against Derek's skin and closed his eyes, feeling like nothing could touch this moment.

No fear, no doubts. Just them. Together.

"I want you, too. I'm yours," Stiles whispered, and Derek exhaled, nodding before dropping his forehead to Stiles's shoulder. Stiles ran his hands through Derek's hair, scratching lightly at his scalp, and they stayed like that for what felt like a lifetime, yet still wasn't long enough.

(Epilogue)

"Happy anniversary," Derek said, rubbing his cheek against the top of Stiles's head as they watched the sun dip below the horizon. They were on the cliffside at lookout point again. Their spot, as Derek liked to call it. Like a slow explosion, red, orange, and yellow radiated across the sky, fading out as it turned purple-blue.

Stiles smiled. "Anniversary?"

As far as he knew, their anniversary wasn't for a few weeks. It had been just over a year since he'd found Derek's website. Since they met and had their first fake date. Some days he still couldn't believe how things had worked out. It had never been part of Stiles's plan to get a rental boyfriend just to experience a first date. Nor had it been part of his plan to stumble upon Derek's page and hire him for a few hours every week. And Stiles definitely hadn't meant to actually start falling for the guy.

But he had, and he didn't regret a single second of it.

"This was our first date," Derek whispered, taking Stiles's hand.

Stiles pulled back and tilted his head to look at Derek, raising a brow in question. "Babe…our anniversary is in three weeks."

"Babe…" It was so quiet here that Derek's voice carried on the wind. "Today is one year since our first date."

"I mean, if you wanna get technical about it, the anniversary of our first date was like a week ago, but I don't count that. And our first official date was to that diner the morning after we first slept together."

"I don't count either of those as our first date," Derek told him, a smile on his stupidly handsome face. It made his eyes crinkle in the corners and his dimples pop. "One year ago today, I brought you up here for our first real date."

Stiles thought back, and sure enough, coming to lookout point had been the first date Derek had planned for them. Granted, it was while Stiles had been paying him; then again, Derek had also reversed all those charges. Every single last one of them. Derek said taking Stiles's money felt wrong when it had never been a job for him. When it had always felt like more.

"That was the night you kissed me." Stiles smiled at the memory.

Derek nodded. "I liked you, Stiles. A lot. From the moment we met, I knew that you were special. I wanted you. This." He gestured between them. "Which was why I asked if I could plan that date."

A warmth spread through Stiles's chest as it always did whenever Derek talked about his feelings for him. He blinked away the sting of happy tears and looked back out at the view, sighing in contentment. "Alright then, happy anniversary."

Derek squeezed his hand in response.

The wind blew around them, bringing with it a little bit of coolness as the night grew darker, but Stiles wanted to stay in this moment forever.

Derek kept his gaze fixed on the horizon. "I've been thinking…"

There was something in the way he said it that had Stiles's heart skipping a beat in anticipation, excitement, and suspense. His brows knit together in curiosity. "You have? About what?"

Derek was silent for a few moments, watching as the stars appeared in the sky. And then he pressed something into Stiles's palm and said, "I love you. I think I fell in love with you the moment we met, and I fall in love with you more and more each day."

Stiles turned his hand over and gasped as he stared down at the matte black band embedded with six sparkling diamonds. His heart thumpthumpthumped wildly, a staccato rhythm he knew Derek could hear.

"I love you, too. Derek, I…" Stiles met his gaze and swallowed hard as his emotions threatened to choke him. They'd talked about marriage a few times; of course, they had. It was something they both wanted. In fact, Stiles often joked about proposing and making a big production out of it, but really this was perfect. Just him and Derek at their spot, watching the sunset.

Derek pulled him in by the back of his neck and kissed him softly. When he broke the kiss, he pressed their foreheads together. His breath fanned across Stiles's face as he asked, "Will you marry me?"

Tears pooled in Stiles's eyes. He held Derek's gaze and, without a beat of hesitation, answered, "Yes."

A beautiful smile split Derek's handsome face, and for a few moments, they just looked at each other as they took in the enormity of what had just happened. They just got engaged. Derek was his fiancé and they were going to get married!

Derek leaned in to kiss him again and Stiles melted. The kiss was gentle and sweet and lingered with the promise of a beautiful future.

When they finally broke apart, Stiles giggled—an actual fucking school girl-type giggle. He was happier and lighter than he ever thought possible. "We're engaged."

Derek's lips quirked up. "We are." He pulled Stiles in for a hug and whispered into his ear, "You make me so happy, Stiles."

And that was the moment Stiles knew, without a doubt, that he was the luckiest guy in the world.

The sky was nearly black now, with the stars shining brightly and the moon casting an almost ethereal glow over the night. Stiles reached up, wiping the tears from his eyes, and took one final look around.

This place. This moment. It was perfection, and Stiles would hold it in his heart forever.

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WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND | DEREK HALE

Pairing: Derek Hale x fem!reader

Summary: you came back to Beacon Hills after so many years and definitely didn’t expected to find Derek Hale in town.

Warning: mentions of abusive relationship, mentions of SMUT, swearing, jealousy reader, fluffy, no use of yn.

Word count: 4k

a/n: hey there, this one is my first writing ever hehe, actually im a lit bit nervous. Also english is not my first language so forgive me if you find some mistakes.

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They’ve met since highschool.

He was a Hale.

She was a McCall.

She was best friend with his sister, Laura. He was popular, everyone liked him and she was quiet, smart, what so called nerd.

She was always in his house, even became friends with Peter, which no one agreed, but he liked her. Everybody liked her.

How could they not.

She was sunshine, her smile would light up any place she was in. She didn’t like to talk much, but when words came out of her mouth it was like a song, a really beautiful one.

And her eyes, so bright, so full of life, of hope.

They got close, really close. Always together, sharing secrets, had their own inside jokes. Laura was so jealous, after all, she was her friend first. He couldn’t steal her like this.

But she ended developing feelings for him, not that she wanted to, but how could she not. Derek was so much.

So loveable. So caring, so funny, so beautiful, so kind.

And Talia loved her so much. Always joking around about her being in the family for good.

Everybody seemed to know about her feelings for him. Except for himself.

Derek was so blind about her feelings, of how much her heart belonged to him, and without even realizing it he broke her heart. Shattered it. When he chose Paige.

He chose Paige over her. Over sunshine.

It hurts so much. It was so hard to see them together all the time. To have the feeling of not being enough. Because if she was enough, he would’ve chosen her.

Laura always tried her best to get her friend out of her sadness. Hell, ever Peter was hating so much to see her like that. That light in her that once was so bright, was completely off.

But then it all happened.

Paige was gone.

The Hale’s were gone.

Suddenly Derek was all alone. She was all he had left.

He could only find comfort in her.

But she had also lost them. They were also her family. She had lost her best friends. The only ones she has ever had.

She was trying so hard to be strong for him.

But then he was also gone. He couldn’t bare live without them, without any of them.

And then she was there, all of sudden, alone.

***

You never thought you would return to Beacon Hills, especially under these conditions. You were so strong, why didn’t you fight harder? Why were you standing here at your mother’s doorstep with bruises all over your body?

You got back to reality after hearing your name being called.

“what the hell happened?” it was Scott, your little brother.

You couldn’t find the right words in that moment. You were so broken, words could never describe how you were feeling.

Tears streamed down your face and all you wanted to do was hug him, and you did. In a failed attempt to feel safe, to feel cared for.

It was a misunderstanding to say scott was preoccupied. He was desperate. What the hell happened to his big sister. What happened that he wasn’t capable to protect you. Was it supernatural? Was someone after you in order to get to him?

He could see the bruises all over your body, some bandages in your head and even a broken arm. But the look on your face, that would be something he would never forget. That sadness in your eyes.

You hadn’t noticed the people gathered in the living room, paying attention to what was going on. Some of them not even knowing who you were and some feeling heartbroken to see you like that, wondering what had happened.

“who is that” Malia asked and Derek quickly answered.

“do you know her?” Stiles inquired curious but without taking his eyes off you still at the door with Scott. His heart was beating like crazy in his chest, you were the big sister he never had and he loved you with all his heart.

Derek never answered, he was too preoccupied with this hole situation. His jaw was clenched and his fists ready to knock someone down.

After promising Scott you’re going to explain it all to him later, you just got to your room still not noticing the group in astonishment looking at you.

***

Your mom was there hugging you, stiles was holding your hand and Scott was about to make a hole in the ground from walking back and forth.

You’re telling them about what happened. How you were so involved in this relationship that you couldn’t realized how toxic it was. Not even when you were mistreated, or when you were accused of drawing too much attention to yourself wherever you went and were cursed at. But things changed when he decided to hit you and you fought back. And when you fought back, he wanted to kill you.

And he was going to.

If it hadn’t been for your best friends and their teammates, he would have killed you.

Thanks to them you were alive. But that doesn’t mean you came out unscathed. Oh no. You had so many bruises on your body, he hit your head so many times on the wall that you ended up with a concussion. And the broken arm. He managed to do this after you hit him on the head with a vase. He was so enraged.

But you were okay now. You were with your family and that’s all that mattered now.

Even your dad was aware of your situation, he was there with you in the hospital and he made sure he would end up with that boy’s life. And you believed him.

***

A few days has passed by and you were still unable to leave your room. You could not face reality, not yet.

Scott and stiles were trying so hard to make you feel better, at least to make you feel less miserable.

Today you finally agreed to attend their weekly meeting, it would be at your house so all you had to do was go downstairs and spend the evening sitting on the couch dodging the curious looks that the teenagers would give you all night long. You sighed tiredly at this thought and started to go down the stairs, breathing deeply in pain when you reached the end.

As soon as stiles saw you, he ran to take your hand and help you get in the room. You didn’t look at anyone directly in the eyes, you were too embarrassed to do this. When you were comfortable settled, stiles started to introduce their friends.

You laugh when he introduced Lydia and mocked him for his crush on her since kindergarten. You got shocked when he introduced Malia as Scott’s girlfriend and how you had no idea he had someone. You smiled at Liam and Mason, blushed at Parish because if there was a beautiful man in this room, it would be him.

“and thats Peter-“

You froze.

What the- Peter was dead.

“yo- you were dead” you gasped unable to say anything else.

When you tried to get on your feet, Peter was fast enough to catch you. You were paralyzed. When you look around expecting to understand what was going on, you heart beat even faster if it was possible.

It was him.

Derek.

You never thought you’d see them again.

Your eyes locked with that green eyes that you were so in love with many years back.

“do you know Peter?” stiles asked confused taking you out of that shock.

“i- i studied with Derek and somehow Peter was one of my best friends” you answer looking at Peter who had that grin in his face. That stupid grin. You missed him and Derek so much.

You could not believe they were here.

Actually why were they here with you brother and his teenagers friends, you started to wonder.

The boys come to sit close to you and you were still so shocked with all of this that they did the most talking. You’re so flustered around Derek again, how could you be like that after so many years. Your cheeks couldn’t find their way back to the normal color, you’re so embarrassed. And after all these years of not seeing Derek and thinking Peter was dead, they got to see you at you worse.

After a couple hours of talking and laughing with the group, you could feel the effect of the drugs wearing off and the pain coming back with full force into your body. You head to the kitchen to drink some water and when you finally found yourself alone, you let the tears silently roll down your face.

You tried to pull yourself together when you heard someone coming, but soon calmed down when you saw those green eyes looking at you so deeply. Derek didn’t have to say anything, he put his hand on your face and you saw when his veins turned black, taking your pain with them. You left a relief groan slip out of your mouth, and the tears soon stopped to roll down your face.

“thanks” you murmured and he just smiled at you. You could feel the pity in his eyes and it made you look somewhere else.

“i wish i could do more” you felt the sincerity in his words and did nothing to stop your arms from hugging him, wich he returned quickly. “I’m so sorry i left” he murmured against your neck and you could feel the shivers running down your spine.

“you don’t have to be sorry, Derek” you looked him in the eyes and you could feel the pain irradiating from them “it was your family, it was your pain and you had to find a way to deal with it”

“they were your family too.” and with that you could feel those damn tears again. It was true, you loved them so much, all of them. And they loved you too.

After he brought you to your room, you noticed when he kept wandering around the room, looking at the details that were the same as so many years ago.

“it didn’t change at all” he said looking at some pictures on the photo wall.

“as soon as that school year was over, i left too” you said laying in the bed, trying to find a comfortable position and he gave you those eyes again “i went to med school and i didn’t think i would ever come back, until- you know”

You stared at each other for a few seconds and you weren’t sure if he was listening to your heart at that moment, but if he was, he would know exactly how you were feeling.

“c-could you lay with me a lit bit.. like the old times please?” if he didn’t have that super audition you were sure he wouldn’t have listened to what you said.

“sure” he smirked and laid down with you.

Back in the old days when you had trouble sleeping he would come running to help, he would just lay there with you until daylight or until your mother almost caught you. She would have killed you.

Despite the shyness you got comfortable into each others arms and that would be the best sleep you would have had in weeks.

***

You had just came back from the hospital. It was the first job interview you had since you arrived the town a couple months ago and your mother gossiped you that the job was definitely already yours.

You were so excited humming in the kitchen as you started to prepare your dinner. That was until you heard the loud noise coming from outside the kitchen doors.

Suddenly Scott came in with stiles screaming and leaning on his shoulders, he was limping and your brother quickly put him on the couch. You could see the wound on his leg and from a distance you could tell that it was not a matter of life and death. When you were getting ready to go to Stiles, your heart nearly burst out of your mouth. Peter and Liam followed behind with a half unconscious Derek and you soon noticed a hole in his abdomen.

You are standing in the middle of the room looking at the two people you cared so much about and seeing all the commotion you had to make a quick decision on who you would take care first. You looked at Derek for a second-

It had to be Stiles.

“look at me sweetheart” you were talking him down while opening the first aid kit “i need you to stay calm, you’re going to be just fine” he was screaming like crazy.

You took a good look at his leg and notice it was a graze wound. He was going to live. You sterilized the place and put some gauze over it, as well as give some pain medicine to Stiles. You made sure he was okay for now so you could move on to Derek and Lydia said that she was going to look after him. She also had some bruises in her face that you would give a look as soon as you had Derek okay.

Once you ran to Derek, you took his shirt off so you take a good look at his wound. He was about to go unconscious. You took his face in your hands giving him a look.

“why aren’t you healing” you didn’t notice the looks your brother and his friends gave you, but Scott definitely wouldn’t let that go. It took you a second to realize what was causing the veins around his wound to get black and why he was pale as snow. “wolfsbane” you murmured to yourself and ran to the kitchen to get something.

Once you had the small porch in hands, you came back to him. He was in so much pain. You knew that was about to happen now was going to hurt even more and took a second to prepare yourself.

“Der look at me” you said trying to catch his attention but it didn’t work.

As you were setting the wound on fire, you tried to stay still when you heard that roar coming out of Derek’s mouth. His eyes turning into a bright blue you’ve seen before. You let a few tears roll down your face and took a deep breath when you finished.

“you’re going to be okay” you murmured looking at his face while he was now unconscious.

After stitching Stiles in silence and making sure Lydia’s injuries was superficial. You took a minute to take a deep breath and tried to stop your hands from shake.

It didn’t go unnoticed the look Scott gave you.

***

Derek was lying on your bed still unconscious after peter and scott brought him here to rest a bit. So as you thought.

You had just left the shower after everything that had happened a few minutes ago, and were so mad after finding out that Peter had turned your brother, that you didn’t bother to check if Derek was still sleeping.

Which he was not.

He couldn’t believe his eyes when you left the bathroom wearing just a towel and stopped in front on the wardrobe. He didn’t want to get you embarrassed so he didn’t make a sound, at least he was trying to. And how he was trying. Especially when you let the tower fall to the ground. In that moment he could swear he was dead and head straight to heaven.

When you bent down to put on your panties he swore his eyes would roll away from his face. You definitely couldn’t look at him right now or you would see his completely hard cock.

You were so fucking beautiful.

It has been so hard for him since you came back. You looked so different since the last time he saw you, so beautiful, so hot. Being around you, sleeping in the same bad, it would kill him anytime.

Once he came back to Beacon hills after a few years, he didn’t expect you to be gone. Which was selfish from him to want, but he missed you so much. After Peter was back to life, he told Derek how much you liked him and how he had broken your heart. He had no idea, he would never do that to you. He loved you. The only reason he chose Paige was because he never thought you would feel the same as him. How stupid he was.

After you got dressed, you sat in the armchair by the window and were too distracted to notice how hard Derek was. A few minutes were enough for him to calm down and pretend that he was finally waking up.

“hey derbear, how are you feeling” your touch was so soft at his face. He had to take a deep breath.

“like shit” that smile on your face.

He was so fucked up. He was in love with you.

“come on, let’s get your ass to your place so you can take a proper rest”

It was your ass that he wanted to-

***

A few days has passed by and you got the job at the hospital and also got the house you had visited a few days ago. You were finally putting your life back in tracks again.

You were eager to tell the news to him. After so many years, so many relationships, a really bad one and yet here you were again, in love with your best friend.

You texted Peter so he could meet you at Derek’s and he quickly replied that would get there soon.

“morning derbear” you hummed as you entered the loft “got some big news” you continued to sing while shutting the door, and the minute you looked at the living room you froze.

“and you must be her.” A woman was sitting at Derek’s side with a huge smile in her face.

“and you are?” you asked her back in defensive.

“oh I’m an old friend of Derek” she laughed as she touched him. “im Braeden, nice to meet you” she introduced herself while was still leaning on Derek

Why the hell she needed to touch him this much.

As you continued frozen in the middle of the room, you could notice the way they looked at each other, the way Derek had a smile in his face. That smile.

This could not be happening again.

You heard Peter getting in the loft and after leaving a kiss in your cheeks, he went straight to the kitchen.

“ahm, my mom just texted me. She needs me right now” you pretended that you were reading something in your phone. You just needed to get out of there.

“do you need us to go with you?” you controlled the urge to roll your eyes when heard derek speaking

“no it’s a family emergency. Thanks though”

When you looked at Peter you could tell he was listening to your heart. That bastard. His eyebrows were raised and had that grin in that stupid face.

“but what about the news you were so eager to tell us” he was teasing you

“no big deal. Gotta go, see you later”

You tried not to run to the door, but as soon as you stepped outside you could feel your face burning with anger and the tears threatening to come out. You were so damn stupid.

As the day went by, derek tried to reach you but you never answered his messages or called him back. You just needed a time to yourself.

You’re a mess in your bedroom, sitting on the floor putting your things in the boxes. You have to confess that you’ve been crying all afternoon. You were a mix of anger, sadness and jealous, everything in once. When Peter called you, you stared at the phone a few seconds wondering if you should answer him.

“hey Pete” as soon as you picked up, he knew you’ve been crying

“hey babygirl” he knew you loved when he called you that.

What both of you didn’t know, was that Derek was sitting on the other room listening to your phonecall. He didn’t want to, but when you avoided him the entire day he knew something was off.

“you’ve been crying” he stated the obvious and heard a muffled laugh coming from you “do you need me there with you?”

“no sweetheart, i just need to be alone right now” you sighed feeling the tears coming down again “im just so stupid you know, how after so many years im feeling like this again” he just stayed there, listening to you “you know how i was, you were there with me, i- i just didn’t want to have feelings for him, specially when i am sure now that derek doesn’t feel the same way”

That was it.

All Derek needed to hear.

He was madly in love with you, he has always been. How could you think otherwise.

He waited until everyone was asleep and went to your house. He climbed up to your window like he had done too many times before and knocked waiting for you. But you never showed up. You had also locked your window. You had never done that before.

***

That was enough.

You’ve been avoiding Derek over a week now and he had enough with that. He found out that you were no longer living with your mom and brother and no one would tell him where you were living. That was until today when he had to threaten Peter and even sunk his claws a bit into his uncle's neck. He was enough with that shit.

Derek was so mad with this hole situation. He wanted to see you, to talk to you.

He needed you.

He waited in the hospital parking lot until he saw you. He pulled up in front of you and you didn't calm down until you saw who it was. Your eyes were still wide open and your heart was beating faster.

“get in” he said in a serious tone that scared you a lit bit

“but my ca-“ he didn’t let you finish the sentence

“get in the fucking car. Now.”

You got into the car without a second thought and you could have sworn that at any moment you would die of how fast your heart was beating.

The drive to his house was was silent and it felt like an eternity.

You both entered his loft and you went straight to the kitchen to drink some water. You were totally running away from him.

“Would you care to explain to me what the hell is going on?” his voice was so serious that a shiver ran down your spine. This was definitely not the right time to be having such impure thoughts with Derek.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about” you definitely knew.

“you had been avoiding me this hole damn week”

“I had not” you definitely were.

“what is going on? Why you don’t wanna talk to me”

He got close. Really close. You put the glass in the sink before your trembling hands knocked it to the floor.

“why did I have to find out from Peter that you moved and got a new job” his voice was getting lower as he was getting closer to your body

Fucking peter.

“It’s not as if I didn’t try to tell you. But you were too busy with your old friend to pay attention to anything other than that beautiful smile of hers”

He smirked.

Why was he smirking.

“so you were so jealous that you decided to avoid me? Tell me how that worked”

His body was now pinning you on the kitchen counter. You could feel the heat radiating from Derek’s body. And you felt the same way. Your face was burning, and this time it wasn’t from shame or anger.

“tell me baby, did it work?” his voice was now so low, so deep near your ear. You had to hold back with all your strength to not let a groan escape your mouth.

“no” you muttered and for a brief moment you doubted he would hear you. But he did.

“i want you to tell me what you want”

One of his hands was on your waist, and the other went slowly up your waist, your belly, the hollow of your breasts until it stopped at your face, where he held you firmly.

You could cum right there at the touch of that big hand running all over your body.

“look at me and tell me what you want”

His mouth was so close to yours that you had to close your eyes for a second, but opened them quickly when you felt a slight tightness in your face. He wanted you to look at him when you said what you wanted. He knew what it was and how bad you wanted, but he wanted to hear you, he wanted to hear you beg.

“you Der... i want you”

You whispered and it was enough for him to glue your mouths together. You had no idea how much he dreamed of this moment, how much he needed this.

You felt him asking you to deepen the kiss and you didn’t hesitate for a moment. The moment you felt his warm tongue on yours, an involuntary moan came out of your mouth.

You would be the ruin of Derek Hale.

He grabbed you by your ass, forcing you to wrap your legs around his back, and led you into the bedroom.

Before you knew it you were both naked. You could feel his warm skin on yours, his scruffy beard running across your skin, his hands touching you like there was no tomorrow.

At that moment you had no more doubts, no more questions. It was only a certainty.

You were his. He was yours.

You had never felt such pleasure in your life as you did at that moment, when you felt Derek get inside you calmly, slowly. You could feel every inch of him and he could feel how tight you were.

You were a mess of moans and pleasure. He started out slowly wanting nothing but to feel you, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted more, needed more, you both did. Before you could realize it Derek was moving masterfully inside you, taking you to places you had never been before. Taking you to your edge.

Your moans were like music to his ears and he wanted more and wanted it for the rest of his life.

You were his.

Before you could hold back, it hit you. You could only moan and arch your back as if begging him to go deeper.

Derek couldn’t hold on much longer after seeing you like that, totally surrendered to him, surrendered to the pleasure he gave you and would give you for the rest of your life.

You were in the shower, the water falling on his back, when he looked at you deeper than ever. Those green eyes tattooed on your soul.

“i love you. Always had and always will”

Your eyes filled with tears, the happy ones. That was the moment you had waited for your entire life.

“love you too, derbear”

That moment would forever be in your memory, the moment when you silently made love wows and promised to always have each other.

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