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Forgotten Anniversary - Derek Hale (1/2)

Derek Hale x Fem!reader

Peter Hale x friend-ish reader

Lydia Martin x friend reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 599

Summary: Derek forgets a very important date.

Authors Note: This will have a part two. 

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“Hey Y/n, do you wanna come?” Lydia asked Y/n having noticed how long her friend has been staring at Derek, zoning out really.

“Sorry. Come where?” Y/n questioned turning her focus back towards her long time friend.

“We’re going to pick out some snacks and a few movies.” Allison answered giving Y/n a small smile.

“Then have a sleepover at my place.” Lydia finished giving Y/n a look that she knew all to well.

“Oh, that sounds like fun but me and Derek had something planned for tonight-” She started glancing over at Derek who was standing a few feet away.

Derek cut in “I don’t have anything planned for tonight besides sitting in. Go ahead and have fun with the girls.”

“O-ok.” Y/n stuttered out staring at him in confusion. “Yeah. I’ll come. Sounds like a lot more fun than staying here.”

“Cool.” Allison smiled, but she could tell something wasn’t right.

“Great. Come on, we’ll stop by your house and you can pick up some clothes on the way.” Lydia stood up grabbing Y/n’s hand and giving it a light squeeze of reassurance. The three girls grabbed their stuff and left the loft and the boys.

“What was that about?” Derek asked the others confused why Lydia sent a glare his way before heading out the door.

“You’re in the dog house.” Stiles stated trying not to let out his laughter.

“Do you know why? It seemed like you two were fine earlier.” Scott asked the older wolf. Trying to help him and not to make fin of him.

“I don’t think I did anything.” Derek tryed to recall if he had done anything to Lydia or to Y/n the whole day.

“Didn’t you plan a fancy dinner and to go down to the pier.” Peter pointed out sitting on the couch across from where the three stood talking.

Derek shook his head. “No. That was the plan for our anniversary.”

Peter sighed before asking “Stiles do you know the month?”

“Its May.” Stiles answered, confused on why Peter wanted him to tell him what month it is of all things.

Peter then turned his head towards Scott and asked another question “Scott do you know what day it is?”

Scott answered just as confused as Stiles “Its the 8th.”

“Hmmmmhmmm.” Peter hummed

“What the hell does May 8th have to do with anything? Let alone why the girls left the way they did.” Stiles asked frustrated at the older Hale

“Oh” Scott said under his breath

“McCalls got it.” Peter stared down his nephew, waiting for him to put it together.

Scott turned to Derek with a face of concern. “Derek-”

“WHats going on?” Stiles asked not understanding what was going on.

“May 8th is Y/n and Derek’s anniversary. He had big plans.” Peter explained so Stiles would stop asking questions, and so Derek would piece it together.

“And when he told Y/n he had nothing planned and to go with the girls…” Scott sighed. He knew already that this was bad.

“He basically made it seem like he didn’t care. Yu’p’” Peter popped the ‘p’ giving his nephew a disappointed look. Not that Peter would admit it but he likes Y/n, thinks she’s good for his nephew.

“Shit.” Derek let out moving to rest his head in his hands. He was in deep trouble, and he knew it. This was not gonna be easy to get passed. Especially after all the talk he made to her about the plans he had for their anniversary.

Forgotten Anniversary - Derek Hale (2/2)

Derek Hale x Fem!reader

Allison Argent x friend reader

Lydia Martin x friend reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1054

Summary: Derek feels bad for forgetting and decides to try and make it up to the reader.

Authors Note: This is the last part of this little two parter. 

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“He seriously forgot?” Allison asked shocked looking over to Y/n who sat on the end of the bed.

“Yeah.” Y/n nodded sadly

“I thought it seemed weird that he let the pack over on your anniversary. I’m sorry Y/n.” Lydia shook her head in disappointment.

“Me too.” Allison shook her head the same as Lydia.

“Eh, thanks, guys. I think he just has so much to deal with, it’s easy to forget things like this.” Y/n sighed waving them off and the situation as nothing.

“Still.” Allison spoke softly

Lydia sighed getting Y/n’s attention. “Y/n, I get he has a lot on his mind but that is still no excuse for him to forget something so important.”

“I know.” Y/n spoke quietly as her voice cracked

“Come on, its Saturday lets make breakfast and go to the mall and do something.” Allison suggested hoping to get Y/n’s mind off of yesterday’s events.

Lydia smiled in agreement. “Yeah, I’m in. I need new shoes anyway.”

“Yeah, that sounds like fun.” Y/n nodded with a genuine smile.

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“Woah that looks amazing on you Y/n/n.” Allison gasped looking over at her friend.

“Really? You think so?” Y/n asked turning to the side looking at herself in the mirror.

“Most defiantly.” Lydia smiled at Y/n to nodding in agreement with Allison.

Y/n smiled “I think I’m going to get it.”

Allison added in “You should get those two tops you tryed on to.”

“Which two?” Y/ asked turning to face her friends.

“The purple one that hangs off the one shoulder.” Lydia spoke looking over her own dress she’s trying on in the mirror.

“And the red one with the v-neck neckline.” Allison added looking over some earrings on the nearby counter.

“I loved those two to.” Y/n smiled thinking back on those two tops she tryed on earlier.

Lydia smiled “of course you did.”

“They looked fantastic on you.” Allison added to Lydias words

Once they got changed back into their regular clothes they headed back to the checkout. “How much?” Y/n asked the lady behind the counter.

“Oh, nothing sweetie.” the lady smiled fondly at y/n.

“What do you mean?” Y/n asked completely confused on what the lady meant.

“A gentleman came up and paid for your stuff already. Before you even go in line.” She explained giving Y/n a knowing look. But that just confused Y/n more.

Y/n tilted her head to the side “huh?”

“He said it’s part of his apologie. He was very handsome you are one lucky girl.” The lady smiled at Y/n before Y/n walked away so she could help the next person.

“What’s up? You don’t look so good.” Allison asked when Y/n walked over joining them by the exit.

“Its nothing just the lady at the checkout.” Y/n told as they started walking back into the main part of the mall.

“What?” Lydia pressed, serious now as well.

“Someone had already paid for my stuff.” she told the two of them.

“Weird” Lydia mumbled

“Did she say who?” Allison asked

“She said he was handsome and that he said it was part of his apologise.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders

“Apologize?” Allison repeated, quirking an eyebrow before Lydia suddenly stopped the two girls.

“What?” Y/n asked Lydia since she seemed to have an idea of who the mystery payer is.

“Who else needs to do some serious apologizing to you?” Lydia smirked

“Derek.” Y/n let out a breath in realization.

“Yup” Lydia nodded in confirmation

“Well, he does need to apologize BIG. And that stuff was expensive.” Allison reminded

“I guess” Y/n looked down at her shoes. Of course, she wanted an apology but like Allison said the clothes were expensive.

“No, no, no.” Lydia tutted at Y/n.

“No?” Allison asked

“No, feeling guilty. He did it because he wanted to. He didn’t have to and he did. Ok?” Lydia explained grabbing Y/n’s hand in hers.

Y/n nodded “Yeah.”

“Now let’s go get lunch.” Lydia pulled the two along towards the food court.

“Yes, Please.” Allison commented with a light laugh.

“I’m starving!” Y/n said agreeing. Deciding to let it go for now, and just have fun.

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“Are you sure you want to go to the loft?” Lydia asked driving to drop Y/n off after having a full fun day at the mall.

Y/n nodded “Yes. Just drop me off at the loft. I need to talk to Derek.”

Lydia sighed “ok.”

“Text us how it goes.” Allison said as Y/n grabbed all her stuff and exited the car with her stuff.

“I will.” Y/n assured laughing a little at how protective they could be.

“Derek?” you home?” Y/n yelled out softly as she entered the empty-looking loft.

“Yeah.” Derek spoke softly coming down the stairs.

“Hey.” Y/n smiled a small smile at the sight of him. “Thanks for the clothes.” She lifted the bag up a bit to show it in her hand.

“Its the least I could do.” Derek put his hands in his pockets looking down in shame.

“Der, I get it. Your busy, it’s fine.” Y/n sat down her stuff and headed over to him.

“No, it’s not Y/n/n. I should have remembered. I’m so sorry I didn’t” Derek apologized moving his hands from his pockets to her waist.

“How’d you realize it?” she asked

Derek sighed “Peter of all people.”

Y/n laughed “That had to piss you off.”

“It did. But at least he knew. I can’t believe I forgot. And that he remembered out of all people. But I’m gonna make it up to you. I promise.” Derek assured pulling Y/n closer to him by her belt loops.

“You don’t have-” Y/n started, shaking her head.

“I want to. I had something planned for our anniversary. I still want to do it. If you’ll let me.” Derek interrupted

“Of course Der.” Y/n smiled up at him, leaning into his chest more.

“I love you, Y/n.” He stated in a serious tone

“I love you too.” She stated back at him, before leaning up to kiss his cheek.

Tease Texting - Derek Hale

Derek Hale x Fem!reader

Requested: Can you do a Derek Hale imagine were the reader is being a tease/sexting him and he keeps telling them he can’t wait until they get home. - Anonymous

Authors Note: My first attempt at anything that kinda evolves NSFW in a imagine form. Nothing against NFSW writing I read it all the time I just haven’t figured out how to write it yet.

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Chances Not Taken - Derek Hale (Part 1)

Derek Hale x Fem!reader

Jordan Parrish x Fem!reader

Warnings: maybe alittle angsty not much, reader feeling like crap about her self

Word count: 1,089

Requested: Sleeping around with Derek Hale for a while but never actually dating because Derek’s to scared to be committed sense he thinks everyone he loves dies and leaves him. So a frustrated reader calls things off and starts dating Jordan Parrish. But shortly after the reader finds out she’s pregnant. Derek finds out from his super wolf hearing the heartbeat in her stomach when they run into each other and he instantly knows it his. Please and thank you. - @keepcalm-and-beyou (hope I tagged the right person 3 blogs came up)

Authors Note: I am so so so! Sorry it has taken so long. I wrote it over and over not liking it fully. Then I lost the notebook. Then I had to write it and then google deleted it when I typed it. Then I forgot about it. I’m So Sorry. Please forgive. Better late than never.

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“That was- wow.” Y/n stated out of breath

“Agreed” Derek smiled taking deep breaths

“Derek, can I ask you something?” she asked softly

“Hmmmhmmm.” Derek hummed as a sign for her to continue and that he would be listening.

“We’ve been doing this for 8 months now.”

“A great 8 months.” he smirked running his hand softly across her hip.

“Yeah.” Y/n nodded

“But” Derek asked moving to sit up, leaning all his weight on his elbows so he could face her.

“But how much longer are we going to keep doing what we’re doing?” she asked looking down at her hands to avoid eye contact.

Derek tilted his head confused at her question. “What do you mean?”

Y/n sighed, changing her sight to look him in the eyes. “Are you ever going to put a name to what we do? Are we ever gonna put a label on this besides friends who pleasure eachother?”

Derek sighed “Y/n-”

“Derek I can’t keep doing this like this.” She shook her head, interrupting him. Y/n moved herself up into a sitting position.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” he squinted

“I feel cheap, Derek. I feel like I’m being used and I’m letting it happen to myself! I’m doing it to myself!” Y/n exclaimed, raising her arms up. She could not keep doing this to herself. Everything after they had sex it was as if it never happened. That caused a deep-rooted pain in her chest. Or something is wrong with her for him to not want more. She can’t take the pain and paranoia anymore.

“Y/n, I don’t want to be in a relationship.” Derek sighed, turning his voice the best he could to sound agitated. He would love nothing more than to be in a true relationship with her, but he wasn’t going to risk losing her.

“Not even after everything we’ve been through? Done or said to the other?” Y/n raised her eyebrows in slight shock. They had done a lot of things in the bedroom that she thought they had connected on a different level on. An intimate level.

Derek sighed, not looking her in the eyes. But his voice was hard as stone. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I really am.” Derek sighed, not looking her in the eyes. But his voice was hard as stone. Even though those words should have made her feel just the slightest bit better, but the lack of any emotion in his voice didn’t do anything to help.

“Ok” Y/n nodded. Once he set his mind he never changed it. So she got off the bed and started looking for her clothes.

“Where are you going?” he asked confused as to why she had gotten up. Normally they layed in bed for a couple of hours before one of them left.

“I’m leaving.” she huffed as she pulled on her clothes

“Y/n/n, come back to the bed.” Derek groaned

Y/n stopped and turned to look at him. Derek could see tears in her eyes forming. “I can’t. I can’t get back in that bed, because if I do I’ll stay. An I can’t keep doing this to myself. Especially if it’s going nowhere.”

Derek scoffed “Come one Y/n/n. Just stay.”

“Please don’t call me that.” Y/n whimpered turning her head away and into her shoulder.

“Your being ridiculous-” Derek rolled his eyes.

“Screw you, Derek!” she cut him off

With that said and things stated Y/n grabbed her bag and left. She knew she never wanted to see Derek Hale again after this night.

Over the last 8 months, there had been words shared between them that were intimate. Actions that were extremely intimate. They had shared so much that was personal, private, and extremely intimate.

But it seems all of it meant absolutely nothing to him. As far as Y/n could tell Derek Hale was an insensitive prick.

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“You feeling any better?” Parrish asked, walking over to Y/n. She was looking in the still fogged-up mirror from their shower.

“Not really.” Y/n shook her head. She had been feeling sick for a week an half. Jordan and her were starting to get concerned.

“Maybe you should go to the doctor. I’m getting worried about you.” he spoke wrapping his arms around her waist. Y/n could clearly see the concern in his eyes and hear it in his voice.

“I think I might.” she nodded in agreement.

“Do you want me to go with you? I can get off early.” Parrish offered. All he wanted was for her to be ok and healthy. Plus if she needed him he wants to be there for her. ALways.

“Jordan you don’t have to-” Y/n started shaking her head, she didn’t want to be an inconvenience to him. But before she could protest his offer any further Parrish cut her off.

“I want to and if you want me to I’ll get off early to go with you.” Jordan stated softly, kissing her temple. But his voice was stern enough for her to know he is serious.

“Yeah.” she smiled lightly at the thought of him joining her that he wants to. “That would be nice.”

“Then it’s settled.” he smiled leaning down to kiss where her neck and shoulder meet. “I love you.”

Y/n smiled biting her lip, before returning the sentiment. “I love you too.”

Meeting Jordan Parrish had been one of the best things to happened to her as of recently. She truly believes that. He was there for her when she was hurting because of Derek. Parrish had become what Y/n really wanted. He is a great boyfriend, he truly cares about her and loves her. Ans he feels that to be a big contrast to what she had.

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Y/n was very anxious waiting for the test results to come back. Jordan had a hard rubbing her lower back. Trying to ease her nerves. They both turned their heads at the sound of the door opening they both straightened up on instinct. The doctor sat down on the stool, wheeling over in front of the couple with a smile on her face. “Well, I looked at the results of all the tests we took. It looks like your pregnant, Miss Y/L/N.”

“What?” Y/n asked blinking multiple times and mouth agape. She did not just say she is pregnant. She couldn’t be. Not after everything.

Chances Not Taken - Derek Hale/ Jordan Parrish (Part 2)

Derek Hale x fem!reader

Jordan Parrish x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,495

Requested: Sleeping around with Derek Hale for a while but never actually dating because Derek’s to scared to be committed sense he thinks everyone he loves dies and leaves him. So a frustrated reader calls things off and starts dating Jordan Parrish. But shortly after the reader finds out she’s pregnant. Derek finds out from his super wolf hearing the heartbeat in her stomach when they run into each other and he instantly knows it his. Please and thank you. - @keepcalm-and-beyou

Authors Note: I made a part 2 to this because it was 18 pages all together on paper lol

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“Your expecting. I would say you're about 3, 3 and a half months along.” The doctor smiled at her, but could tell now by the look on the young woman's face that this came as a shock. “This seems like a shock to you, to the both of you. So I'll get you the vitamins you’ll need to start taking.” And with that she left the couple alone for a few minutes to gather their thoughts.

Y/n sat there in shock. 3 Months that means its not Jordans. An that broke her heart. “I’m pregnant. Oh my god, I'm Pregnant.” She let out a whimper.

Parrish wrapped both arms around her moving to stand in front of her. “Hey, hey, hey. Shhhhh. It’s all gonna be ok.” he spoke trying to calm her nerves and anxiety.

“What am I gonna do?” she cried into his chest. Y/n pulled back to look at him before staying. “If this changes your mind about being together, I completely understand.”

There is no way she wanted Jordan to feel pressured to stay or deal with her mess. Besides it’s not his baby, if he wants to leave she would understand.

“Hey now, why would this change anything?” Parrish asked, pulling back to look her in the eyes. He moved his hands up to cup her face to make sure she’s looking at him.

“Jordan, I’m pregnant with another man's baby. Why would you stay with me?” she looked at him as if he was ridiculous to even have to ask.

Parrish smiled, moving his arms down to rub her arms. He understood where her thoughts were coming from. There logical thoughts but not what he is thinking. “Y/n, I don’t care about that. Would I prefer that the little one growing inside you was mine? Of course. But that doesn’t change how deeply I feel about you. An if you still want to be with me I’m ready to do this with you. I’ll help you raise him or her, and I’ll treat them as if they were my own.”

Y/n hung her head with a small smile, shaking it lightly. “Your to good, Parrish.” she smiled up at him.

Jordan just smiled, shaking his head. “Nah, I just love you.”

Maybe everything would be ok. Sure there's a lot of uncertainty right now. But life is uncertain everyday.

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“Do you think I’m getting fat?” Y/n sighed, turning and looking in the mirror. Her clothes were getting tighter. She could tell she was gaining weight in her thighs, butt, boobs, and most of all her hips and stomach.

Parrish laughed from sitting behind her on their bed. “Sweetheart, you are pregnant. You are carrying a baby. You are gonna gain weight. Just remember its not you its for the baby.”

“I know. I know. Its just not a confidence builder.” she grumbled, turning around to face him.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” he gave her a sad smile, pulling her by her waist in between his legs. 

“Its ok.” Y/n leaned down to kiss him, placing her hands on his shoulders.

“You know what I think is the coolest part?” Jordan hummed into her mouth into her mouth not wanting to pull away.

“Hmmmm?”

“The fact that with my super hearing I can hear the little ones heartbeat.” he smiled at her with more adoration in his eyes than she thought was possible.

“Yeah, you and everyone else in the pack.” she laughed

Parrish gave her a tight smile “you know as long as you remind them they won’t tell him.”

“I know, I just feel bad.” Y/n sighed, looking down.

“You said you didn’t want to tell him. Did you change your mind?” he asked, caressing her hair. Perish had made himself clear on it being her choice and he’d back her on whatever she chooses.

“After everything I don’t want to be around him at all.” Y/n groaned

“But”

Y/n sighed out in frustration. “But I feel bad. It is his baby, but I also don’t want to tell him and have him reject the baby like he did me.”

“I’m with you 100% on whatever you choose.” Jordan stated with serious eyes. He knew that this design was weighing on her in a very hard way.

“I know you are. Thank you.” she smiled. Y/n couldn’t ask for a better person to have her back during all this than Parrish.

“Just think about it.” he leaned up to kiss her forehead. Before grabbing her and pulling her up on the bed. Both of them laughing, with all their worries off their mind. If the least he could do is get her mind off of her worries then that's what he’d do.

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Doing some grocery shopping felt good. Especially since you were already getting cravings so you could pick up the stuff now.

What was not feeling good was when a certain someone called out to her as she turned down another aisle.

“y/n?” Derek called out

“Derek.” she looked over to who had called her name and sighed.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, walking over to her.

“Its a grocery store, Derek. What do you think I’m doing here?” Y/n rolled her eyes but felt her heartbeat pick up as he got closer to her. 

“Right.” Derek nodded. It was a stupid question. But he did have another one to ask. “Can I ask you something else?”

“What is it?” Y/n shrugged, just wanting to get this over with.

“Are you pregnant?” he asked, flicking his gaze down to her stomach. She wasn’t all that noticeable yet, but he could hear the heartbeat. Clear as day, two heartbeats. “I can hear an extra heartbeat coming from you. Are you pregnant?”

Y/n sighed, she hadn’t if she was gonna tell him or not yet. Guess now she doesn’t have a choice. “Yes.”

Derek gulped at the revelation. “How far along are you?”

“Derek….” Y/n spoke almost in warning. Does he really want an answer? 

“How far along, Y/n?” he cut her off asking again. Now standing straighter and looking her directly in the eyes.

“4 an half months.” Y/n stated gently. Watching closely for his reaction.

“That means”

She nodded ‘yes’ “Yes. Its yours.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked after a moment of letting this news sink in.

“After the rejection I got for asking if we could be more than bed buddies? Yeah, no.” Y/n laughed sarcastically. Turning her eyesight to him with a look that screamed ‘are you serious?’ She let out a sigh before continuing. “Look Derek. I thought about telling you and honestly I wanted to tell you. But I also didn’t want to be rejected again, and I certainly didn’t want the baby to be rejected as well.”

Derek nodded, as much as it pissed him off that she didn’t tell him sooner and how angry he is at himself for letting it come to where she felt like she couldn’t tell him. Or that he wouldn’t want the baby. “Y/n, I can explain.”

“There's nothing left to say, Derek. You said what you needed to say months ago.” Y/n scoffed. What else could he have to say after everything? He said enough that night.

Derek shook his head. “I didn’t say all of it.”

“Well I don’t want to hear it. Not now at least. Not here.” she shook her head. If they were to ever have this conversation its not gonna happen in public.

“When and where then? Cause I want to explain myself.” he rushed out. Hoping to change her mind.

“Why now? Just because I’m pregnant with your baby?” Y/n raised her eyebrows asking him what she already knew.

“Y/n-” with sad eyes Derek spoke her name but she cut him off.

“No, no….. I’ll think about it, OK?” That's all she could offer right now.

“Yeah, yeah ok.” Derek nodded. If she was willing enough to even consider it he would take it.

“Ok. Bye.” Y/n nodded, giving him a last farewell.

“Bye.” Derek returned the sentiment.

Once the two parted ways Y/n went to find Parrish in the giant grocery store.

When she found him he could tell right away something happened. So he rushed over to her, pulling her into his embrace. “You ok?”

“Yes” she nodded with a none conceiving smile. “No.” Y/n whispered, shaking her head ‘no’. “I don’t know.” she shrugged in his embrace.

Parrish hugged her tighter, whispering calming words as he rubbed up and down her back. “Let's go home sweetheart.”

With that they went to the checkout and left the store. It had been a very emotionally draining day. Y/n didn’t know what she was gonna do now. But she needed to think long and hard about it. Before she makes a decision.

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Heartache No More - Derek Hale

Derek x Fem!reader Stilinski

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,175

Requested: Hiii I was wondering if I could request a Derek Hale x Stilinski!reader where she is in love with Derek but he is always rejecting her and breaking her heart but with a happy ending. - @espacioytiempo

Authors Note: I love happy endings cause in life they are rare.

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“Hey.” Stiles greeted as he walked into the kitchen seeing his sister already in there. “You coming to the pack meeting tonight?”

Y/n didn’t look up as she shrugged when she answered, trying to focus on the pizza in front of her. “I don’t know.”

“Oh come on. It’s at Derek’s loft if that changes your mind.” Stiles nudged her with a teasing smile. He knew about her crush and it took him a while to be on board but he supported it now.

Y/n let out a sigh putting her slice down on her plate. “Actually it just really makes me want to stay home this time.”

“Oh, come on. You are in love with the Sourwolf. Don’t you want to see him?” Stiles questioned, he couldn’t believe that his sister would pass up seeing her crush. Not possible. “Hey. Concerned brother here. What's going on?” he asked now very concerned about his twin sister.

“I gave up Stiles.” She told him dropping her shoulders and she hung her head. Defeated.

NOw Stiles was confused and concerned. “Gave up on what?”

Y/n turned her head, lifting it up to look at him. “Derek’s never gonna love me back.”

“You don’t know that-” Stiles shook his head but Y/n stopped him from continuing.

“Yes. I do, Stiles. He’s even said it. To my face. I need to quit before I cause myself anymore heartache.” Y/n told him looking him right in the eyes.

“Y/n-” Stiles hated seeing the hope leave her eyes but he felt helpless to change it. But he had to try.

“No Stiles. I can’t keep putting my heart through this.” She shook her head, eyes watering and voice cracking. She couldn’t go. No matter how much she wanted to go to the meeting and no matter how much she felt for Derek. She couldn’t go this time. Y/n wiped her eyes and gave a cough to straighten out her voice before she grabbed her plate and went to head upstairs. “I’ll see you in the morning. I’m gonna head to bed early.”

After seeing the tears run down her cheeks and hearing her voice crack Stiles didn’t push any further. “Night.”

After that Stiles ate a couple slices of the pizza before leaving to head to the loft for the pack meeting. But he was pissed about the crap Sourwolf was putting his sister through, and he wished he could’ve stayed home with her. But he needed to go and maybe he could give Derek a piece of his mind.

It wasn’t long after everyone arrived and were just chilling and hanging out, but Derek noticed the whole time who was missing. And it bothered him.

“Where’s your sister?” Derek asked Stiles as they both entered the kitchen.

“She’s not coming.” Stiles stated roughly not sparing him a glance.

“How come?” Derek asked again this time turning to fully put all his attention on Stiles’ next words with a furrowed brow.

“She’s tired of getting rejected by you. She is tired of putting her heart out on the line and it getting crushed every single time. By you.” Stiles told him turning to face the taller man who had been hurting his sister's heart as of late.

“Stiles-”

“No. I don’t want to hear it. You keep breaking my sister's heart. Toying with it, leading her on. So lay off, okay? She’s trying to move on so let her.” Stiles stepped up to Derek, he didn’t care if he knew he’d lose. This was his sister they were talking about.

Stiles stared Derek down for a bit before he shook his head deciding to head back to the others in the main room of the loft. But Derek spoke up before he could fully leave the kitchen. “An what if I do feel the same?”

Stiles let out a sigh turning halfway to look over at the Sourwolf. He knew Y/n loved Derek more than she let on, maybe he could help. God, he hopes this doesn’t backfire. “Then do something about it.”

“I don’t want her to get hurt because of me.” he admitted not proud of himself for how he’d been treating Y/n as of late. But people around him get hurt and he didn’t want Y/n to be one of them.

“You’re already hurting her. What's the difference?” Stiles shrugged. Physical hurt could be fixed. Emotional? Not so easy to fix.

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“Stiles, you forget your key?” Y/n yelled as she got off the couch and headed to the front door. Upon opening it though she was shocked to see Derek Hale. That and a couple of other emotions came to the surface. “Oh. It’s you.”

“Can I come in?” Derek asked with his hands in his pockets looking sheepish.

“Why?” Y/n crossed her arms around her body, acting almost as a shield.

Which Derek noticed right away and it made him feel even more guilty. “I’d like to explain myself.”

“Derek, I’m done with whatever this is, or was.” Y/n stated as she went to shut the door, Derek rushed up the steps placing a hand on the door to stop it.

“Please. Just one last chance, and I’ll explain everything.” he pleaded with her, giving her a desperate look. One not many saw on him.

“Fine. One last chance.” Y/n gave in opening the door so he could enter.

It didn’t take long for them to sit down and get to the point. Derek told her everything about why he pushed her away but couldn’t keep with it. Now he was waiting for her reaction and response.

“So, it’s all because you were afraid to hurt me?” Y/n asked for clarification squinting his way.

“Yes.” he nodded giving her an answer.

“Do you realize that things done and said by you hurt me more than anything else could?” Y/n told him more than asked. There was hurt in her voice that Derek could hear without his enhanced hearing.

“I do, and I’m sorry.” Derek nodded apologetically, he did think he was doing the right thing in the beginning.

Y/n scoffed shaking her head. “Derek, it's not as easy as just saying you're sorry.”

“I realize that and I will work for your forgiveness if you allow me to.” he had the softest look on his face hoping and praying she’d give him another chance.

Y/n sat there for a minute thinking over his offer. All the pros and cons and what her heart and brain were telling her. Y/n let out a sigh, looking him in the eyes. “One last chance, Derek. Only one Because I can’t keep letting my heartbreak like this.”

Derek nodded relieved letting out a breath of relief smiling. “One last chance is all I need.”

“I hope so.” Y/n gave him a small smile. Hoping she wasn’t setting herself up for more heartache. Heartache no more is what she was hoping for.

I'M GOING TO LOSE MY SHIT! ALL I WANT IS A TEEN WOLF REWRITE (And/Or Story) WHERE THE READER DOESN'T END UP WITH STILES! DOESN'T END UP WITH DEREK! THERE ARE OTHER FUCKING CHARACTERS ON THE SHOW! DID WE NOT WATCH THE SAME SHOW PEOPLE! MY GOD!!

Right. Now, don't get me wrong, I love Derek and I love Stiles but no one gives the other characters any type of attention. Look at Scott. Scott's the main character and he barely gets anything. That's a problem! Not only that but people are always hating on him...for what?!

I'M GOING TO LOSE MY SHIT! ALL I WANT IS A TEEN WOLF REWRITE (And/Or Story) WHERE THE READER DOESN'T END UP WITH STILES! DOESN'T END UP WITH DEREK! THERE ARE OTHER FUCKING CHARACTERS ON THE SHOW! DID WE NOT WATCH THE SAME SHOW PEOPLE! MY GOD!!

AND ANOTHER THING! WHY ARE THERE NO FANFICTIONS ABOUT THE FEMALES IN THE SHOW?

YOU MIGHT FIND A FEW FOR A MALE OC OR A MALE READER, BUT FOR US FEMALES WHO LIKE THE FEMALES, WE GET BEST FRIENDS, SISTERS, COUSINS.

I DON'T WANNA BE THEIR FRIEND/SISTER/COUSIN! I WANNA BE IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH THEM! Y'ALL DO THIS FOR ANY OTHER FANDOM BUT NOT THIS ONE, HUH?!

I'M GOING TO LOSE MY SHIT! ALL I WANT IS A TEEN WOLF REWRITE (And/Or Story) WHERE THE READER DOESN'T END UP WITH STILES! DOESN'T END UP WITH DEREK! THERE ARE OTHER FUCKING CHARACTERS ON THE SHOW! DID WE NOT WATCH THE SAME SHOW PEOPLE! MY GOD!!

Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Rating: Mature - Explicit

Warnings and major tags: Eventual Smut, Bisexual Character, Autistic MC

Relationships: Derek/OFC 

Characters: Derek Hale, Rhiannon (OFC)

Work Summary: Drawn back to Beacon Hills, Rhiannon Mckenzie Fallon arrives in January of 2011 and runs into old family friend and pre-teen crush Derek Hale. A little while after taking on the task to help him find his sister Laura, they discover a new wolf got made. They have to help each other teach the new wolf, Scott McCall, to control his powers, find and stop the new alpha in town, and avoid the hunters who just showed up all while fighting their budding feelings for each other. 

Chapter: 2/?

Chapter Summary:  Rhiannon finds out that half of a body was found in the woods near Derek’s house so they go out to investigate and find out something much more disturbing than just the other half of the body.

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Rating: Mature - Explicit

Warnings and major tags: Eventual Smut, Bisexual Character, Autistic MC

Relationships: Derek/OFC

Characters: Derek Hale, Rhiannon (OFC), Scott McCall, Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles.

First time you ever listen to me.

So this is an imagine that I wrote at 1am and I feel is not good at all. But here it is.

Warning: there are mentions of drowning

Yn was stiles stilinskis adopted sister. Being 2 years younger than him made stiles want to protect her from everything that had started to happen in their life's.

Yn was adopted by the stilinski family when she was 4, having been abandoned in a random house she had been brought to the sheriff's station. That day the sheriff's son was there and took a liking to the sweet shy 4 year old. The sheriff and his wife had always wanted to have more kids but couldn't so when Claudia met the little girl who had dark brown eyes and a sweet smile she completely fell in love with her and begged along with stiles to the sheriff to keep the girl.

So that's how you stilinski began her life, she was a smart kid who always had a smile on her pretty little face, but she always liked to be with her big brother no matter what, and stiles liking to have her around at all times placidly complied. When stile and yn met Scott they became inseparable and it was usual to see the two bigger boys and a young girl playing together.

Yn was close to her adoptive mother so when she became sick, and had to stay in the hospital it became normal to all the nurses and doctors to see brunett little girl with a small bouquet of flowers walking toward the room A13

When Claudia died when Yn was 8 she grieved the loss of her mother so bad that the sheriff got worried about the girl who refused to eat and sometimes stayed sitting staring at a wall, her mind somewhere else. Since then Yn became even closer to Stiles and every night she would go to his room holding Mr.bear and climb up to his side.

Years went by and Yn had a pretty normal life till her dear brother decided to go search for a dead body in the woods. That nightt was the time Yn's life would change for ever from that day on she had been included into her best friend's mayhem. Him becoming a werewolf, werewolf hunters, Derek. And the most recent supernatural creature. Kanima. Except they didn't know it was a kanima then.

Yn had been included in the plan to get the bestiary, which they had all formed to see what was the creature who had been lately roaming the streets of beacon hills. The plan didn't really go as expected and yn found herself by the swimming pools.

She had heard voices and went to see who was there. She came into the room just in time to see stiles and Derek go under the water, she went to help them, but her path was intercepted when a horrendous creature in all fours and a tail, pretty much like a lizard. She screamd and ran the other way. She though she could get out of there safely when she heard a snap and felt something slice slightly the back of her neck, right when she was beside the diving pool.

Yn felt her limbs go numb and she fell into the water.

Stiles had just resurfaced. When he though he heard a scream but he couldn't have actually heard it while holding a splashing and very much useless Derek up

"Did you hear that?" Stiles asked Derek whilst holding him up, which became more complicated by the minute.

" couldn't have heard anything while I was bellow the water" he gruffly answered.

Well you're not the one holding us both up"

Derek just grunted in reply when he saw the Kanima wasn't near their pool.

"Where's the lizard?" He asked trying to turn around.

"It was right ther- what's it doing near the diving pool?" Stiles started cutting himself out as he saw the lizard like creature looking into the water one pool away

"You can't expect me to answer that do you?" Replied a very annoyed Derek spitting water our of his mouth.

While stiles and Derek were complaining, Yn was fighting against her own body to get to the surface. She felt her lungs where going to explode as she begged her body to function, but she had kanima venom in her system and it wouldn't wear off in a while. She tried to think, to scream for help knowing that Stiles would come and get her. But the only thing that got out of her mouth were boubles as she sank further in. She felt her head go dizzy at the lack of oxygen. But she refused to open her mouth till the very last moment. She felt herself grow tired as she felt he lungs would collapse, and she let the water in. After a while she didn't feel anything. She fought against the darkness that tried to consume her. She though about her family, her new friends, of her future life. And for a while, it helped her fight. But she soon realized none one was coming to save her. That maybe it was for the better altogether, she'd miss her family. But it was for the better. It was all for the better. And then she closed her eyes and let the darkness consume her.

Stiles felt himself being pulled out of the water and into the ground. He grunted as he hit the floor and he heard derek grunt as well as he fell beside him. Stiles looked up at Scott " thank God, I was wondering when you'd come!"

His best friend gave him a small smile down at him.

" it was a kanima, " Derek said" that's why it turned around when it saw its reflection"

"Where did you leave Yn?" Asked stiles sitting up.

" what do you mean? I left her here with you?" Scott replied furrowing his eyebrows at the boy

"No Scott she left with you." Stiles started to get worried

"Stiles when I leaved I left her here"

"Stiles didn't you say you heard something?" Derek asked him stiffly sitting up

"Yes, I thought I heard a-"Stiles cutting himself up when the truth hit him "oh my God" he quickly lifted himself in his feet and ran toward the diving pool" God please don't let her be in the pool" he quietly muttered to himself.

Scott had quickly followed him helping Derek up.

But surly stiles saw at the bottom the frame of a body. He didn't think twice abou diving in. He quickly took the small frame in his arms and swam back up.

He pulled Yn's body out. Scott looked down at the girl and saw that her lips where blue and her face deadly pale.

Stiles saw it to but he denied the truth, he gently shook Yns body

"Yn common wake up" he said" please don't live me, Yn please common baby wake up" he gently slapped her face but nothing, stiles felt fear gripp him" no, no no no, common Yn, you need to wake up".

Scott was already on the phone calling an ambulance and Derek, being the adult of the group, he quickly took stiles arm." Start doing Cpr"

Stiles could vaguely remember how he started pounding aging Yn chest"one,two, three..." and giving her mouth to mouth. He didn't remember how the tears slid down his cheeks as he tried to bring back to life his little sister.

He started sobbing when he saw she wasn't answering any of his pleads for her to fight. He hit her chest when a gentle cough came from the girls blue lips as the ambulances sirens was heard in the distance.

His eyes widened and he looked back to Scott who had been o the phone whith his mom and giving stiles directions on how to keep doing the CPR properly. " mom she coughed"

" her heartbeat's slow" derek told him and in that moment the paramedics burst through the pool room and to Yns side.

Stiles didn't remember how he ended up in the ambulance in the way to the hospita, holding yn-s cold hand in his. Or how his dad had to hold him from going in with the paramedics while they took Yn to a room to try and bring her back because her heart had stopped again.

Stiles sobbed into his dad's shoulder, dripping wet as he was " it'll be all right Stiles" his dad tried to comfort him when the truth was he was as scared as his son, that they would lose Yn.

Scott was whith them in the waiting room with his mom ad well as Lydia, Allison, Isaac and Derek, who had arrivquickly after Scott's mom called them. They were all extremely worried for the girl that had brought so much happiness into their life's with her shy way, the way she smiled and the way she was always there for people when they needed someone.

Aftera few minutes the doctor came out with sober look in his face. " we're sorry but Yn haven't survived." Everyone in the waiting room gasped at the words, everyone's eyes watered at the though that such a young life would be ended so unexpectedly. Stiles looked up tears falling from his eyes.

" Can I see her?" He asked quietly as he cleaned his cheeks from tears only for new ones to take place.

The doctor nodded and stiles went into the room where his sister laid motionless. He chocked a sob put as he looked at the once face that was so full of life a few hours ago.

"Why did you leave?" He whispered to her." Please fight, Yn I need you, please, you can't go. Don't live me like mom did."

Stiles took her hand in his and gently squeezed it as he cleaned his face with the sleeve of his shirt, only to realize he was still wet form half hour ago.

Then out of nowhere a gasp came from Yns lips and she shot up from where she laid . Stiles jumped away from her in surprise and the doctor and his dad rushed to the door of the room to see what was happening.

"Yn?" Siles whispered to his supposed dead sister.

When Yn turned to him stiles saw that her eyes were glowing violet but quickly faded to their natura brown color when she saw him.

"Stiles" she gasped out before stiles tackled her in a hug holding her close.

" I thought you were dead" he said against her damp hair.

"I heard you telling me to fight"

" well first time you ever listen to anything I say" he muttered holding her tighter against him.

So part 2? This took me so long to write. Hope you guys like it

There's already a second part of this awesome crossover, but for some reason I can't share it. So, here's the first chapter, be sure to check it out!

Welcome to Hogwarts (1/7)

Harry Potter x Teen Wolf AU 

Chapter 1/7

Derek Hale x Reader 

A/N: Guess who’s back!! This was requested by @drunklili and I really hope I have given it justice. I have poured everything into this because I am such a huge fan of both fandoms so this literally gave me life. I will be back to writing all my lined up requests and ideas soon, it has just taken some time for me to get back on my feet. I really really hope you enjoy my first series! Moose :)

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Standing in front of that legendary wall was terrifying, knowing that your whole future was right through that pathway to the greatest wizarding school in history. 

“Go on, sweetheart, you’ll be ok” your dad stroked your back, sensing that you were nervous.

“Just run. You’ve seen others do it, right?” Your mother added, smiling lovingly.

“I just wish you could come through with me”

“We wish we could too…would it be easier if we said goodbye and left? So you could go alone now?” 

“Maybe” you nodded, reaching up to hug your parents for the last time, waving them off as they climbed back up the steps to the cafe. Turning back around, you kept staring at the wall, trying to convince yourself to just run through it.

“Your parents can’t go through either?” A voice asked next to you, standing and staring at the wall just like you.

“No” you laughed, “This is my first time” 

“Oh me too” she smiled. You turned to look at the girl, who appeared to be the same age as you, with a head of messy, curly hair, “I’m Hermione” 

You shook her outstretched hand, “Y/N” 

“So you’re muggle-born too?” 

“Mu-muggle?” You laughed, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“Non magical people…so we are witches, obviously, and our parents are what we call muggles. We are muggle-born because we are the only witches in our family” 

“You sure know a lot about this whole…thing” you chuckled, fiddling with a tag on one of your trunks, “I only found out about this last month! Since then I’ve been learning something new everyday” 

“I read a lot” she matched your laugh, “Want to go in with me? I’ll sit with you on the train and tell you everything I know” 

“That would be amazing” you smiled, your eyes flicking to her trolly full of her belongings, landing on a cage with a ginger cat, “Oh your cat is beautiful!” 

“Thank you! His name is Crookshanks” she smiled proudly at her cat, “What pet did you buy?” 

“I-I didn’t” you looked back at your trolly, noticing how empty it was, “My parents’ and I didn’t realise that we are allowed one until we left Diagon Alley. We completely overlooked it with the excitement of the whole…you know, ‘You’re a witch, Y/N’ thing” 

“Maybe next year” she placed her hand on your arm in comfort, “Want to go through together?” 

You gripped onto your trolly, “Let’s go”

Keep reading

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

Locked In [Derek Hale]

Description: Derek locks Y/N in a closet. 

Y/N Y/L/N. 

Werewolf? No.

WereCoyote? No.

Banshee? No.

Kitsune? No.

Hellhound? No.

Human? Yes.

Huntress? Definitely.

Though she has the weapons, and skills to defend herself and others she felt constricted. Derek, Y/N's best friend is overprotective. Not just a 'No you're not going' overprotective. It is more along the lines of 'I will lock you in a room with no windows until I get back' overprotective.

That's where she's at now.

In a room.

With no windows.

And a locked door.

"Derek!" Y/N yells as she kicks the door. The pack is going after Void, and in their past meetings he had expressed his want to kill the woman. So, Derek decided to tie her hands up and lock her in a room.

"You're not going Y/N! I'm trying to keep you safe!"

"Yeah! And you better be keeping yourself safe because when I get out of here I'm going to kill you!" She shouts, getting even more irritated.

"You don't mean that." Derek's voice softens.

"I know I don't mean that, but seriously Der! You had to tie my hands?!"

"You'd break the door down if I didn't."

Y/N looks down at her knife holster strapped to her thigh, and sighs when she sees it's missing.

"The knife too?" Derek chuckles and looks at his phone to see a text from Scott. "I have to go, ok? Don't try and break the door."

"Fine!" Derek smiles and starts to walk out the door. "But do me a favor and be careful!"

"I'll be fine."

"You better, because if you die I'll starve to death in here!"

"Funny Y/L/N."

Pack Christmas [Derek Hale] 🎄

Description: Derek and Y/N, sworn enemies, are chosen to prepare the pack Christmas Party.

Warnings: Arguing.

A/N: Day 1 of 12 Days of Christmas! Stay tuned for day 2! 

"Scott, what the hell?!" Y/N exclaims through the phone. She was in the middle of decorating her house for Christmas when the alpha called her to inform her that she and Derek Hale would be planning and setting up the second annual "McCall Pack Christmas Party".

"Please Y/N? We need to focus on finals and besides, you and Derek are like the packs parents!" Scott pleads.

"Scott, me and Derek barely get along." Y/N sighs as she sets a string of lights down on the floor to be untangled.

"But you work really well together. Remember when Cora and Boyd we're running through town? You guys did great that night."

"First of all, that was life or death. Second, the dude literally argues with me all of the time. Derek has made it very clear that he doesn't enjoy my presence, so if I'm going to do this, I'm better off doing it myself."

"Please, Y/N? Just try it and if it doesn't work out we'll just forget about it."

"Fine, but when everything goes sideways it's not my fault."

§§§

"Derek, come on. It's for the pack, not me!" Y/N exclaims.

They had decided to go to the store and buy decorations, and while they were getting garland to wrap around the handles to the stairs in her house. Normally she didn't do much decorating on the inside of the house but with the party being at her house she decided to go all out.

Derek, surprisingly hasn't been in a horrible mood since they started planning the party. Y/N thought he was sick at first, but then remembered werewolves don't get sick, so she doesn't know how to explain it.

Y/N suggested getting a real Christmas tree instead of the old fake one she has, but Derek decided to be difficult.

"The pack won't care." Derek deadpanned.

"Malia would love it because it reminds her of outside. Lydia loves the smell and authenticity. Scott and Stiles hate fake trees and Liam would absolutely love-." Y/N goes on until Derek cuts her off.

"You spoil those kids too much." He groans, finally giving in.

"Maybe I do. Maybe I don't."

§§§

On the way to the christmas tree farm, "Last Christmas" came on and Y/N quietly started singing it. Derek took his eyes off the road to look at her. She was beautiful. Derek always thought that from the first time they met to right now. She's always been beautiful. He's also always had a crush on her, but with all of the women he's been in a relationship with, he's been hurt by ninety-nine percent of them. He just thought it was best to push his feelings aside and distance himself, but Scott isn't helping him do that.

Once he parked his truck they started walking around the shops to see if there were any precut trees. Y/N turned a corner, saw a pin with reindeer in it and gasped.

"Derek! Can we go see the reindeer?!"

Derek looks at her for a few seconds while she looks at the reindeer. She has the biggest and brightest smile he thinks he's ever seen. His body warms at the sight. She's so happy, carefree, unlike most of the other times they are around each other.

"Yeah. Why not." Derek replies and walks over to the fence with her.

Immediately one of the baby reindeer walks over to them. Y/N puts her hand out and it rubs against her hand.

"Hi baby. You're so cute." She says in a baby voice. Derek smiles at her, yet again.

§§§

After they finished petting all of the animals Derek and Y/N made their way to the Christmas trees.

"You going to chop down the tree?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah, I used to every year when my mom and sisters were still alive."

"My dad never let me." Y/N says as she looks down at her shoes. "He always said 'Can't let my babygirl cut her hands.'."

"Your dad was protective of you wasn't he?" Derek asks as they walk through the rows of trees.

"Yeah, after my mom left with her boyfriend I was all he had left. He didn't want me to play sports in school because he was so scared that I'd get hurt."

"My mom was like that, but she didn't want us to get hurt because then we would be exposed when we heal."

"I'd be the same way, especially because people can't accept it."

"Well I'm glad you have accepted it."

§§§

It was finally the day of the party, and Derek came over early in the morning to help Y/N set everything up and cook, which would take forever.

"Ok, so I made the stuff I could premake last night. The deserts are in the fridge, and there is stuff in crockpots that just needs turned on." Y/N says as she speed walks around her house. She's a perfectionist, so her house is spotless, and the decorations are to her liking, and it was snowing, so nothing could ruin today.

Derek opens the fridge to pull out the crockpots and sees that she wasn't kidding when she said she bought enough food to feed the United States Army.

"Well it's a good thing Scott and Stiles can eat."

Y/N just gives him a big smile before continuing on.

§§§

"Y/N. When are you and Derek going to accept the fact that you guys are in love with each other." Lydia asks as she stirs the hot chocolate.

"Lydia." Y/N hisses. "He can hear you."

Lydia just rolls her eyes, knowing Stiles is keeping Derek's ears occupied.

"Oh, come on. He looks at you with pure love and adoration. You know he only acts the way he does because he thinks he's protecting himself."

"Why would he need to protect himself from me?" Y/N asks as she finishes the mashed potatoes.

"Because you came along right after Laura was murdered." Lydia pauses. "He told me that you are Laura in a different body. It scares him and makes him sad." She admits.

Y/N snaps her eyes to Lydia's, finally realizing why he was so cold towards her. Everything anyone's told Y/N about Laura reminds her of herself.

"Why didn't he just say something to me, instead of picking arguments with me every time he sees me." Y/N asks quietly.

"Because like Lydia said. I was scared." Derek's voice cut through the Christmas music playing quietly in the kitchen. "I was scared I'd lose you, like I lost Laura, so I figured if you hated me I wouldn't feel this way about you. It never has and it never will work."

Lydia walks out of the kitchen and into the living room with everyone else.

"I'm sorry that you felt that way Derek. I never meant to make you upset." Y/N says.

"Don't apologize. If anyone's apologizing it should be me. I've treated you so badly all of these years when all you wanted to do was help all of them."

"You too." Y/N exhales. "I wanted to help you too."

"Well since Christmas is "The time of forgiveness", maybe you could forgive me?" Derek asks hopefully while coming closer to her.

"That's true, so you are forgiven." Y/N kisses his cheek.

"Now maybe my New Years Resolution should be to make you mine."

"I wouldn't be opposed."

Jingle Bell Rock [Derek Hale] 🎄

Description: Derek brings Y/N to meet the pack at Christmas dinner but has other plans up his sleeve.

Derek opened Y/N's car door for her before helping her get out so she didn't slip. This year everyone decided to meet up at in Evergreen, Montana to celebrate the Christmas holiday and it is absolutely beautiful, and there's a fresh coat of snow.

They rented out a huge cabin that was just outside of town, so they were able to have the peacefulness of the woods, the stores, and restaurants in town.

This is the first time the pack is meeting Y/N. Derek met her at the hospital while she was working and eventually they started dating. That was over a year ago but she is just now meeting everybody due to her busy schedule. She was lucky she could get the week off.

Derek and Y/N made their way up the steps onto the porch. Derek put the code provided to him in the door and let Y/N in first.

Which might have been a bad idea because as soon as she opened the door she was met by the stares of multiple people.

"You must be Y/N?!" Lydia exclaims as she goes over to bring the woman in for a hug. "It's so nice to finally meet you. Derek and Peter have told us a lot about you."

"Good things, I hope." Y/N jokes, returning the hug to the strawberry blonde.

"I don't think there is a bad thing to say about you babe." Derek says as he sets down a bag, "Guys, this is my girlfriend Y/N. She's a Nurse Practitioner at the hospital back home, so this is her first real time off in a few years."

Everyone welcomes Y/N with open arms and of course, twenty-million questions.

Stiles wanted dirt on Derek.

Malia wanted to know about her favorite food.

Scott wanted to know about her nursing job.

Liam wanted to know if she played any sports.

And it just goes on.

§§§

Finally after a few hours and dinner Y/N and Derek were able to sneak off to their room and get settled.

"I like your friends. They're really sweet." Y/N comments as she puts some of her clothes in the drawer.

"They are. They're really nosy though." He laughs.

"It's okay, I don't mind." Y/N giggles and walks over to where he is standing in the connecting bathroom and wraps her arms around his torso. "They just want to make sure I am treating you right."

She presses a kiss to his back and Derek grips her hand. The tingling sensation going down his spine catching him off guard.

"You are most definitely treating me right." Derek turns around and brings her into his arms. "I'm glad you finally got to meet them."

"Me too." She agrees, "We should get ready for bed. I'm tired."

Derek's chest vibrates from his laughing.

"I knew you would be. Go get ready for bed. I will take care of the rest of this." He presses a kiss to her cheek before she goes out to the room to grab her pajamas and toiletry bag.

Derek leaves her to the bathroom and puts her bag in the closet.

Once he knows she is in the bathroom and busy he opens his suitcase. He pulls his clothes out and finds the little velvet box. He grabs it and places it in his nightstand.

"This is really happening."

§§§

After a week full of shopping, eating, baking, and fun activities it was finally Christmas day.

Derek had decided to take Y/N out that morning for breakfast.

He had packed the food, drinks and blankets into his truck before waking her up.

"Y/N." He whispers, rubbing his hand up and down her back.

"Hm." She hums in response, rolling into his body.

"Let's go get some breakfast before they wake up."

Y/N perks up at the mention of food. Opening her eyes and looking at Derek.

"That got your attention." He chuckles.

"Breakfast? Everything is closed Der, it's Christmas." She asks, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

Derek nods, "I made breakfast. We're taking it to go."

"Where are we going?"

"So many questions. It's a surprise sweetheart."

Derek gets up and pulls Y/N up with him.

"Do I have to dress nice, or can I wear sweats?"

"You can wear whatever you want. You can wear your pajamas even."

Y/N shakes her head and goes to the drawers.

"Not wearing my pajamas."

Derek stifles a laugh and moves towards the bedroom door.

"I'll be waiting for you downstairs."

§§§

Derek drove Y/N out to a lake that the guys had went to for ice fishing. Its beautiful, surrounded by trees and a dock that goes out farther than normal.

They ate breakfast in the truck, since it's freezing outside, but as soon as they were done Derek suggested they walk out onto the dock.

He helped Y/N out of the truck and wrapped a heavy blanket around her.

He felt his pocket one last time before wrapping his arm around her and guiding her out to the dock.

The photographer had been hiding in the office building for the park until she saw the couple get out of the truck and go out to the dock.

She snuck out and was able to be in a somewhat concealed spot where she could see and get good pictures but wasn't seen easily.

Derek waited until Y/N was turned away from

him to get down on one knee.

"Why do you think this place looks like during the rest of the year?" She asks, turning towards him, but he's not standing up. "What-?"

Derek has the tiny velvet box in one hand and his other is reaching out for hers.

Y/N places her shaky hand in his and takes a deep breath.

"I know that our lives are crazy and things don't go as planned, but I truly believe our souls were made for loving each other. I was going to do this after the holidays but I couldn't wait any longer. Y/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?"

Y/N can't get any words out because she is afraid her voice might fail her, so she nods and throws herself into Derek's arms.

"Is that a yes?!"

Y/N wipes her tears and laughs, "Yes!"

Derek pulls her in for a blazing kiss.

He couldn't believe she is actually going to be his wife.

He takes the ring out of the box and slides it into her finger.

"Do you like it?" He whispers.

Y/N nods and presses a kiss to his cheek, "It's beautiful Derek."

§§§

Finally, the couple got back the cabin.

They were immediately met by the group at the door and requests to see the ring.

"You did so good Derek!"

"It's beautiful!"

"Congratulations guys!"

Peter stepped through the crowd and brought his nephew in for a hug.

"Congratulations you two." He releases Derek and pulls Y/N in, "So can I call you Mrs. Hale now?"

Y/N laughs and nods.

"Sure Peter."

Derek smiles at the group and watches as they interact together.

"Okay guys, time to get Christmas dinner going."

"C'mon Sourwolf. We're celebrating!"

voidohanax—> xofern 🩶

Jealousy, Jealousy

Derek Hale x Reader

TW: Mentions of blood and death, werewolfy things, Stiles being an absolute spaz, age gap, Jennifer Blake (cause she’s a warning on her own), major feels, and a tiny bit of angst, some bad words. I think that it y’all. Once again, let me know if I missed something!

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There have always been two constants in Y/N L/N life when it came to living in Beacon Hills, life threatening creatures and the possibility of her imminent death. When she became friends with Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall in Kindergarten, she wasn’t completely aware of what she signed up for. Most people would think the constant Star Wars marathons with Stiles and lacrosse training with Scott would’ve drove her away early on, but she stayed. Not that they’d let her leave even if she tried. Having them as her best friends has always been a blessing and a curse. She would do anything for them, but she didn’t know anything included becoming a supernatural creature.

A werewolf to be precise.

The night of the dance their sophomore year, Y/N had seen Lydia walk out of the dance in which she assumed was in search of Jackson. But when she saw the blonde boy lingering in the hallways, she had a feeling something was off. When she went in search of the girl and found her at the lacrosse field, there was no escaping their inevitable fate. That was one of the many times Y/N thought she’d meet her end. Watching Peter Hale run towards them at fully speed before taking a nice bite out of their skin was not on her bucket list for the evening.

Since then there have been plenty adventures for the “McCall Pack” as she’d like to call it. Allison’s grandfather Gerard coming to town, the Kanima, Derek and his pack trying to kill Lydia, then finding out it was Jackson, only to have him turn into a werewolf and run off to London. There might have been a couple kidnappings and restraining order somewhere in there, but those are minor details.

And, of course, with a new year comes new threats. There has been a recent string of kidnappings that turned into murders that none of them have been able to solve yet. They’ve tried as a group to brainstorm, meeting at Derek’s new loft every so often to get the entire groups opinion, but nothing has come out of it. Well, besides spending extra time with the Alpha. That’s an aspect Y/N didn’t mind in the slightest.

She had no issues making herself at home in his loft, despite his halfhearted protests. No one could understand how Y/N had the ability to just throw her feet up on his coffee table and not get her throat ripped out. It’s either she has no regard for her life, or Derek has a soft spot for her which is something no one saw coming.

The two have always had an interesting relationship. Y/N enjoys arguing, similar to Stiles hence why they get along so well. She loves getting under Derek’s skin and pushing every button she knows he has. It’s almost as if she goes out of her way to try and get a reaction out of him. No one blames her really, it gets entertaining hearing them go at it. Especially for Stiles.

Whenever anyone needs to ask Derek for a favor, the first person they send his way is Y/N. For one, they’ve only ever heard the word “yes” come out of his mouth when talking to her, and she’s the most likely one not to flinch if she has to kill him. She has a conscious, it’s just not always active.

Y/N rides up to Beacon Hills High on her motorcycle before parking in the thin spot near the bike rack. She carefully takes off her helmet, smoothing down any stray pieces of hair that might’ve fallen out of place. She had been told to go to Derek’s the night before to ask him if he’s found anything out about their new lethal friend, the only issue is when she got there, she could hear her new teacher Jennifer Blake in the apartment with him. She felt the urge to completely kick the door down and interrupt whatever conversation was happening, but she practiced a high level of self-restraint. She knew Derek was aware of her being there. He could smell her the same way she could him. But the hot white rage that filled Y/N’s chest forced her to walk away and ride angrily back to Stiles’s place.

Scott and Stiles watch their friend from the steps at the entrance to the school. Her ever present frown is a little troubling as it is much more prominent than usual. They didn’t get the full details about what angered her so much the night before, but it’s clearly still bothering her. She takes the keys out of her bike before stomping up to them. When she notices them staring at her, she lifts an eyebrow, “Something you wanna say?” She challenges. Both boys look at each other and simultaneously shoot her a fake smile.

“You– you look nice today,” Stiles comments awkwardly as he rubs the back of his neck. “Did you uh– did you do something new with your hair?”

Y/N stared at him blankly while Scott mentally facepalms at his friends attempt at covering up their concern. She simply shakes her head, looping her arms through both of theirs. “I’m fine if that’s what you guys are wondering. Derek was busy last night so I just came back to the house. That’s it,” she explains shortly, leaving no room for questions.

Scott scrunches his nose and a look of realization dawns on his face. It quickly morphs into disgust the more he thinks about it and Stiles furrows his eyebrows curiously. He looks over Y/N’s head and waits for his other best friend to clue him in on what’s got him all bothered. Scott makes sure Y/N’s more focused on weaving through the crowd before mouthing “She’s jealous” over to Stiles.

“I’m gonna grab my notebook real quick,” she tells them. “I’ll be right back.”

As soon as she reaches her locker, Stiles leans over to attempt a discreet conversation with Scott. “What do you mean she’s jealous?” He asks in a whisper. “Jealous of what?”

“I don’t know,” Scott answers, watching Y/N carefully. “But I’m assuming it had something to do with what happened at Derek’s last night.”

“Why would she be jealous over something with Derek?” Stiles scoffs, his eyebrows furrowed.

Scott shoots him a pointed look. Stiles is an absolute genius when it comes to certain topics, but girls and social cues are not one of them. His jaw drops slightly when he realizes what Scott’s implying. He rapidly shakes his head, flailing his arms in the air. “No– no, uh-uh. There’s no way. Absolutely not.”

“It’s not like you can stop it,” Scott chuckles. “If she likes him, she likes him.”

“Oh God,” Stiles groans disgustedly. “Out of all people? Sourwolf? Really?”

Scott shrugs with an amused smile as Y/N turns to start walking back, “The heart wants what the heart wants.”

“Okay, but does it have to want him?” Stiles continues to complain. “And if she’s jealous that means there was someone else there last night. Who? Because last I checked, Derek is a very acquired taste.”

“How would I know?” Scott replies. “Now shut up before she realizes we’re talking about her.”

The three of them made a pact awhile back that they wouldn’t eavesdrop on each other’s private conversations unless they were in danger. So they knew it would be safe to have said discussion despite Y/N’s enhanced hearing.

“You guys ready?” She asks.

Both nod vigorously, trying to hide their gossip, but their desperation to seem normal gives them away. Y/N simply rolls her eyes and says nothing. She once again links their arms together as they head towards their English class. No one needs werewolf senses to see how tense and angry Y/N got at the sight of Ms. Blake. The fury behind her eyes is one everyone in the pack has had to face at one point or another. Scott vividly remembers those eyes when Issac stole the last piece of her banana bread from when they went to the bakery they all love, and she threw him clear across his house.

Y/N separates herself from the boys, taking her spot next to Alison and Lydia while the boys sit down behind them. It’s a miracle how they all ended up in the same class. Y/N opens up her notebook, choosing to doodle rather than pay attention to whatever Ms. Blake is writing on the whit board in front of them. Alison looks at Y/N’s drawing with curiosity and smiles, “That’s really good,” she compliments.

It’s her beginning sketch to one of her favorite book characters, Sirius Black from Harry Potter. Y/N tries to muster a genuine grin, “Thanks,” she replies.

Alison isn’t clueless though. She can feel the difference in Y/N’s attitude from how she acts on a regular basis. She squints her eyes trying to silently figure it out before turning back to Scott who already knows what she’s wondering. What all of them were wondering. Who got Y/N so riled up? They know she’s jealous of something that happened with Derek, but who could she be jealous of?

“Alright, good morning everyone!” Jennifer greets with a smile that makes Y/N’s blood boil. She brings a hand up to play with her helix piercing to prevent her claws which will no doubt make an appearance by the end of this class. “Today, we're going to delve deeper into Shakespeare's Othello. I want you to focus on the themes of jealousy and manipulation that are littered throughout the text.”

Y/N’s eyes narrow on her teacher. The word “jealousy” feeling like a direct hit on their current situation. She cracks her neck before flipping to the page in their text book. She slouches in her chair, leg bouncing up and down. She quickly begins to run out of patience hearing the teachers heels click every time she takes a step.

“Y/N,” Jennifer calls out. “Why don’t you go ahead and start us off by reading the first paragraph?”

The grip Y/N has on her pencil tightens. There it is. Scott can not only smell it, but he can see it with his own eyes. The tension is more than palpable. Jennifer was the one at Derek’s last night. Y/N tilts her head, “Why can’t someone else do it?” She deflects coldly. “Lydia for example is quite the fan of our troubled poet.”

The challenge in her voice makes Jennifer hold back her own glare. She should’ve known Y/N would be the student to give her trouble from the beginning. The class shifts uncomfortably from the sudden chill in the air. “Y/N, it’s important for everyone to participate. Please, read the passage,” she requests with forced patience.

“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that,” the (h/c) haired girl answers, folding her hands together as she leans on the desk. “I have crippling anxiety when it comes to reading in front of people. You wouldn’t want to do something to cause a breakdown would you?” She asks in the most taunting voice possible.

Lydia and Alison both stare at their friend with confusion. Stiles has to sink low in his chair to hide the inevitable laughter that’s about to come out of his mouth. While Scott just covers his face with his hands, waiting for World War Y/N to take place in his English class.

Jennifer quirks an eyebrow, “Did you not just do the school play of Beauty and the Beast last month? Where you played Belle? The lead role?”

Silence.

“That’s different, Ms. Blake,” Y/N corrects. “Not that I’d expect you to understand, but playing a character and who I am in real life is completely separate.”

“Well, that’s perfect then,” she nods. “Why don’t you go ahead and read it in character for us?”

A strong scent of copper fills Scott’s nose. He glances down and sees Y/N’s claws dug deep into her thigh. Stiles notices Scott’s wide eyes and glances where he’s looking. When he sees the wide open wound his face turns pale white before he shuffles in his chair.

“What a fantastic idea,” Y/N quips sarcastically before glancing down at the page below her. As she begins to read, the passive aggressiveness in her tone is evident. “O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on."

Her eyes lock with Jennifer's, and she can't help but add, under her breath but loud enough for her friends to pick up on, "How fitting"

Jennifer's expression hardens, but she maintains her composure. She leans on her desk while looking Y/N in the eye, “I would like a word with you after class Miss L/N,” she says coolly before continuing on with her lesson.

The glare on Y/N’s face never fades. She burns holes into the back of Jennifer’s head. Scott grew increasingly more worried that her eyes would flash, giving away her secret for all to see. All four of her friends exchange worried glances. Y/N’s never really been one to get in trouble on her own accord. She’s gotten detention, but ninety percent of the times it’s because Scott and Stiles roped her into it. The boys take it upon themselves to text Lydia and Alison, informing them of their theory of what is causing Y/N’s sudden aggression.

Lydia purses her lips together as she reads the texts. She leans back to whisper to Stiles, “This should be interesting…”

The rest of the class drags on, time ticking fairly slow. Y/N doesn’t say much, but the nasty looks she shoots cut more deeply than any words ever could. Halfway through the period, Stiles places his hand on her back to help keep her calm, which she wouldn’t admit, helped a lot. When the bell finally rings, the students begin to file out. Y/N stays behind, her anger barely contained. Scott, Stiles, Alison, and Lydia linger outside the door, trying to listen in on the upcoming confrontation.

Y/N rolls her eyes as she slings her bag over her shoulder. She approaches Jennifer’s desk with a sickly sweet smile. The teacher doesn’t buy it though. “Y/N, what is going on with you today?” She questions firmly, feigning concern for the younger girl.

Y/N shakes her head, producing the most innocent face she could. “Going on with me? Nothing at all, Miss Blake. I am doing just dandy. Why do you ask?"

Jennifer bites the inside of her cheek, narrowing her eyes, but she manages to keep her tone measured. "Your behavior today has been disruptive and disrespectful. You are a talented and well-read young woman. I expected more from you."

Y/N chuckles, leaning more of her weight on her left side, popping her hip to show just how much she truly cares about this conversation. “Oh, I’m sure you do, given your high standards and all. It must be exhausting to keep up appearances,” she comments with a deceptive charm.

The older woman’s nostrils flare, knowing exactly what she’s trying to get at. Of course this is what her behavior is all about. Jennifer takes a deep breath, “Y/N, your comments today were out of line. This isn’t about keeping up appearances, it’s about maintaining respect in the classroom."

Y/N walks closer to her desk with a sly smile. She traces her finger up the wood, rubbing the dust in between her fingers. “Respect? Funny you should mention that. It seems respect is a bit... selective around here."

Jennifer's patience finally snaps, though she tries to mask it with a strained smile. “Y/N, your insinuations are inappropriate. Whatever issues you think exist, this isn't the place to air them."

Y/N barely even makes eye contact with the woman, flicking off the small dust bunny she formed with her fingers. “Of course,” she agrees mildly. “From now on, I’ll make sure to be more… discreet.”

Her teacher’s eyes flash with irritation, “You know what? Your behavior today has been unacceptable. Detention. After school. I expect to see you here as soon as the bell rings.”

Y/N opens her mouth to argue, but the look in Jennifer's eyes stops her. She storms out of the classroom, her friends quickly falling into step beside her. Stiles trips over his own footing as he tries to grab Y/N’s wrist, “Would you just– Jesus– Y/N. Slow down!” He exclaims, finally catching her. He grabs onto her, holding the girl in place.

Y/N raises her eyebrows, “What?” She bites out. “I have to get to Calc.”

“Care to explain what the hell is going on with you?” Lydia tries to coax the information out of her. She knows it’s never good for Y/N out of all people to keep things bottled.

“Nothing’s going on with me,” she denies. “I’m fine. Are we done here?” She scoffs, spinning on her heel to walk away.

Scott runs in front of her, “Y/N, we just want to help,” he insists softly.

“I don’t need your help!” She snaps. The wounded expression on his puppy dog face makes Y/N groan at her actions. She runs a hand over her face, “Look Scotty, I appreciate it. I appreciate all of you, really, I do. It means a lot that you care so much, but this isn’t something that I feel like talking about right now. I need space and time to plot out her murder and then maybe we can have a discussion later, okay?” She says nonchalantly, kissing Scott’s cheek before walking off to her calculus class.

They all stand there stunned for a moment. Stiles watches after her, pointing at the girl and turning back to his friends, “Did she– did she just say plot her murder?”

“Yup,” Alison nods, popping the “p.”

As the school day goes on, Scott and Stiles continuously try to monitor Y/N and her behavior. Something about her unhinged jealousy is putting everyone on edge. Luckily, the advanced classes they don’t have with her, Lydia does. So whenever they can’t be together, they assign someone else to watch over her.

When Lydia reports back, they’re all slightly shocked to hear that she was absolutely fine in all of her other classes. Which only affirms their theory that Ms. Blake was in Derek’s apartment last night, and that’s why Y/N acted the way that she did.

When the final bell of the day rings, Y/N growls under her breath, knowing she has to spend the next hour or so with Jennifer Blake in an enclosed space. She marches down the hallway, mumbling profanities under her breath before pushing the door to her classroom open. Stiles and Scott watch from afar, the latter trying to listen in for any painful screams. But knowing Y/N, if she truly were to murder someone, it wouldn’t be loud or obvious.

Y/N furrows her eyebrows when she sees Jennifer packing up her desk. When the woman hears her door open, she glances over in her students direction. “Miss L/N, I hope you had a good and reflective rest of your day,” she comments, clearly not interested in Y/N’s day whatsoever.

Y/N doesn’t bother responding. She simply stares at her straight faced with her arms crossed. Her patience is dwindling the longer they stand there. Jennifer picks up her handbag before sending Y/N the nastiest smile she could.

“Well, Mr. Harris should be here in a couple of minutes to oversee your detention, so you can wait in your seat until he arrives.”

Y/N’s eyes narrow, “And why exactly am I waiting for Mr. Harris? Weren’t you the one to give me a detention?”

Her teacher smirks, “Yes, yes I was,” she answers with a shrug.

“Then wouldn’t it be your responsibility to oversee it? You can’t just hand out detentions and not stick around for it,” Y/N scoffs.

“Normally, I wouldn’t be leaving like this. I would happily spend the next hour of my life lecturing you on proper classroom etiquette, but I have certain plans tonight that I’ve been looking forward to. So Mr. Harris has agreed to take you off my hands,” she explains.

Y/N can smell her smugness. Only if she demonstrated this side of herself in front of the class. Y/N clenches her hand tightly, feeling her claws emerging from her actual nails. Anger rushes through her, but she pushes it back with a curt nod. “How interesting. Do you mind me asking who these plans happen to be with?”

Jennifer cockily leans forward, whispering in Y/N’s ear, “You know exactly who they’re with.” Then she pulls away from the young girl, walking out of the classroom without a second glance.

The werewolf’s eyes flash a bright yellow as she watches Jennifer stalk off. She squeezes them shut, trying to avoid any kind of outburst. Her frustration grows by the second, her heart beating abnormally fast as she hears Jennifer getting in her car to no doubt drive to Derek’s loft. A red hot fire fills her soul as she makes a decision that will no doubt have consequences later. But she would rather serve a two hour detention with Harris than watch Derek be with that woman.

Y/N storms out of the classroom, running down the hallway. She ditches her detention, figuring she could come up with an emotional enough lie to relieve the punishment afterwards. Her backpack bounces up and down, smacking into her tailbone as she runs. Her feet pump as fast as they possibly can as she runs through the greenery of the woods. She doesn’t have to pay attention to where she is because her body already knows where it’s going. Almost as if she’s called to be there, her inner wolf begging to move faster.

When she finally slows down, she’s directly in front of the door to Derek’s loft. Her chest rises and falls with her shallow breaths as she simply stares at the door. She didn’t see or hear Jennifer’s car, so that means their’s still time. She licks her lips out of nervousness before hesitantly bringing her hand up to the door, knocking on it softly.

She waits anxiously, wiping her now sweaty hands on her jeans. Y/N’s not used to feeling like this ever. She doesn’t get nervous. Most of the time, she’s the most confident person anyone could meet. Hence why she was friends with Lydia before she even knew Stiles existed. When she goes over to Derek’s, she never usually feels like this. Like her heart might just beat out of her chest if she doesn’t see him. She fights off the small whimper threatening to escape her throat. She doesn’t need to be nervous and embarrassed when he answers the door.

Y/N rocks back and forth on her feet, growing more weary as time passes. Silence fills the air around her and she suddenly feels the urge to throw up when she hears footsteps growing closer. She silently prays he can’t smell how absolutely out of sorts she is. Her inner monologue to give herself a confidence boost doesn’t do much when she sees his shadow at the bottom crack of the door. When the door swings open, it reveals a very dressed up Derek Hale. His face turns into one of confusion when he sees her standing in front of him.

“Y/N,” he greets, completely shocked by her presence. “What are you doing here?”

“Uh– I– um,” she stumbles over her words which causes Derek to look at her with curiosity. She’s not the type to be at a loss for something to say. That’s one of the things he admires about her. She sucks in a deep breath, “I just needed to see you,” she answers.

Derek steps aside slightly, allowing her into his apartment. When she walks in she can’t help but feel safe. This loft has almost turned into her home away from home. She’s here more often than anyone else out of the pack, and Issac lives here. It isn’t until now that Derek can smell the mix of emotions radiating off of her. It’s a concoction of things and he can’t tell which is the primary source of her unannounced appearance.

“What’s this about?” He asks her with a lifted brow.

Y/N sighs, trying to blink back the intermittent flashing of her eyes. “I know someone was here last night,” she reveals. “I came by and heard her. Then I find out today that you two apparently have plans,” she continues getting progressively more irritated. “Which didn’t make sense to me because I thought you were smarter than that.”

Derek crosses his arms, his own anger rising at her tone. He’s used to her empty sarcasm and insults, but this time it’s fueled by actual emotion which sets him equally on edge. “It’s none of your business who I have plans with, Y/N,” he says shortly.

Y/N laughs humorlessly, “None of my business? It is absolutely my business if the person you have these plans with is a complete stranger!” She exclaims loudly. “We don’t know her Derek. She could be the person behind all these killings and kidnappings and we wouldn’t be any the wiser!”

“Your teacher?” He challenges. “Responsible for everything that’s going on?” He chuckles at the obscurity. “Right. I’m sure that’s it,” he shakes his head at the accusation. “Isn’t the whole point of making plans to get to know someone? So wouldn’t it be nice if I did go out with her?”

“She’s manipulating you,” Y/N insists. “And you’re obviously too blind to even see it.”

“Why do you care so much?” Derek asks, his voice elevating as well.

“Because–” She waves her hands around exasperatedly, trying to find the words. “You’re not exactly known for your taste in women!” She all but scolds. “Remember Kate? The lady that up and killed your entire family. Well, I remember her so forgive me for trying to keep your stupid werewolf ass alive!”

Derek goes to retaliate but that’s when he hears it. Her heart rate speeds up. She’s lying to him. That’s not why she really cares. He can clearly see her anger and smell the annoyance radiating off of her, along with a couple of other things. But there’s a sweet smell accompanying it. One that Derek finds rather endearing. Jealousy. Y/N L/N is jealous. He wouldn’t have picked up on it if she hadn’t just blatantly lied. Suddenly her bursting in and berating him makes sense. He smirks when he notices her clenched fists. It’s about time she’s felt the green-eyed monster that constantly visits him when he sees her with other guys. When she’s laughing boisterously about something Scott said, whenever she comes over to see him but ends up talking to Isaac for hours on end. Especially when he found out she kissed Stiles last year after he was kidnapped by Gerard. It truly has been a miracle that no one ever sensed his jealousy when it came to her.

Derek takes a step forward, closing the distance between them. “Why did you really come here, Y/N?” He asks lowly, trying to get her to admit her feelings. “Tell me what you’re really trying to say…”

Y/N feels her face flush as he gets closer. She doesn’t want him to know the real reason why she raced across town to be here. The walls begin to close in around her, so she lashes out in a last ditch effort to protect herself.

“I’m trying to look out for you! You’re stubborn, Derek,” she chastises. “You don’t listen to anything anyone tells you. You like to pretend you’re always ready and prepared for anything, but you’re not! You are just as emotional and vulnerable as everyone else despite being hurt as many times as you have! You’re reckless when it comes to women, so I’m simply trying to make sure you don’t hurt yourself or the pack by making a stupid mistake.”

His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t back down. In fact, he gets closer to her in attempts to pressure it out of her. “You’re avoiding my question, Y/N,” he says darkly. “What’s really going on?”

Feeling cornered, Y/N tries to take in a couple of deep breaths but it fails miserably. She can’t tell him. Not now. Not when he’s interested in another women who’s already on her way here. He even got dressed up for her. She’s never seen Derek in a white button up polo and slacks. It makes her frown thinking that it’s not for her. She scoffs softly before shaking her head, “Forget it,” she mumbles. The h/c haired girl pushes past him, shoulder checking him on her way to the door. “I shouldn’t have come here. Have fun on your date or whatever you wanna call it.”

She slams the door behind her before stomping down the flight of stairs that leads up to his building. When she walks outside, the sky opens up, almost mimicking her inner turmoil with its own storm. Rain pours down on her, soaking her clothing completely as she gets ready to run home, or in all truth, to Stiles house. All she knows is that she can’t be here anymore.

“Y/N, wait!” Derek calls out.

She doesn’t bother turning around, heading the exact way she came. She should’ve figured that he would’ve caught up to her with ease. He’s never had a problem showing her who’s in charge. He grabs her wrist gently but firmly, not allowing her to leave.

“Stop running away,” he commands. “Just tell me the truth.”

Y/N’s eyes once again begin flashing yellow, differing completely from her regular piercing e/c gaze. “Let go of me, Derek,” she demands with a bit of a growl in her voice.

“Not until you stop being so damn hardheaded!” He yells, trying to make his voice heard over the pounding rain. “Tell me!”

“Why do you even care?!” Y/N screams back. “Why does it matter when you’re already here waiting for another woman?”

Derek’s eyes soften slightly, and he pulls Y/N closer to him by her wrist. Her breath hitches in her throat as her hand practically rests on his muscular chest. His lips are so impossibly close that any coherent thought she had before this moment have been completely erased from her long and short term memory.

“Because I need to hear you say it,” his voice got impossibly low, sending a chill through her body that has nothing to do with the cold water hitting her back.

Y/N’s lips part slightly as his thumb comes up to brush the side of her cheek. Her body is drawn to him. The wolf inside of her is trying to claw its way out and into his arms, but she manages to steady herself. “Fine,” she breathes out, not being able to force herself to look away. “I’m jealous, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? That it made me want to commit first-degree murder last night when I heard her voice in your apartment, knowing that it would’ve been me in there if I had shown up just a tad bit earlier? So yes, Derek, I am jealous. You win.”

Derek’s eyes darken at the breathiness of her voice. He places the hand that was holding her wrist on her waist to keep her pressed securely against his front. Both of their hearts beat in unison, “Why didn’t you just say that when I asked the first time?”

Y/N’s defense starts to crumble beneath her, “Because I didn’t want you to think I was weak for succumbing to something stupid like that,” she admits.

Derek laughs, showing off his pearly white teeth, “I would’ve never thought you were weak.” He reassures when he notices the small frown etched on her face. “You’ve never been weak. A bit obstinate? Sure. But not weak.”

Y/N can feel the sincerity in his voice. She doesn’t protest his strong hold on her hip, but instead keeps her own hands occupied on his now soaked through white shirt. It’s not a bad view from where she’s standing. “I don’t think I can do this,” she whispers.

Derek’s eyebrows furrow, a pang of concern filling his heart. “Do what?”

“Keep pretending that I don’t care about you,” she says softly, her chest heaving up and down from how intense the moment they are sharing is.

Derek’s eyes flash their bright alpha red as a primal instinct clouds his brain. He leans close to her face, his stubble rubbing her cheek in just the right way. “Then don’t,” he says huskily.

Before she can respond, he leans in and kisses her, the rain pouring down around them. The kiss is intense, filled with all the emotions they’ve both been keeping at bay. It’s a collision of desire and frustration, their lips moving against each other with a desperate want. A primal need inside both of them. Y/N wraps her hands around his neck, tugging at the short strands of his black hair. Derek wastes no time placing both of his hands on her waist, squeezing the soft flesh. She giggles slightly from the sensation, making him smile. When they finally pull apart, they’re both breathless.

Y/N steps back, her heart racing, but Derek keeps his arm around her, protectively. “How come you ran away?” He asks quietly.

Y/N huffs, running a hand through her wet hair. She sighs loudly before admitting the truth, “I was scared.”

“Of what?” He questions, not believing the woman in front of him would be scared of anything.

“Of this,” she states obviously, gesturing in between them. “Of how much I feel for you. I’m not really big on emotions like this. I don’t know how to handle it. So I was scared of having to open up my heart when I wasn’t sure if you’d actually take care of it.”

The vulnerability in her answer snaps something in Derek’s mind. She has the same issues as he does. He hasn’t been able to truly give himself to anyone since Paige. He felt so strongly for her and then she was gone in an instant. And when he tried again with someone he didn’t even fully trust, he got burned again. Emotions besides anger have never been his forte. So when he hears Y/N admitting the same thing, it makes him realize that this is something they both can improve on.

He grins, kissing her forehead softly, “You don’t have to be scared. We can figure it all out together, okay? Both of us.”

At that moment, a car pulls up, and Derek pulls Y/N even tighter into his chest. The bright headlights blind them and they both try to shield their eyes in order to identify the owner of the vehicle. Y/N’s body tenses as Jennifer steps out, the woman’s expression shifting from surprise to anger as she sees them.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise,” she comments coldly. Her eyes zero in on Y/N who has a rather tight grip on Derek’s shirt, “Miss L/N, shouldn’t you be at school serving the detention you earned today for your behavior in my class?”

“I had better things to do,” Y/N bites back. “As you can see,” she says, pointing at Derek’s chiseled form.

A shit-eating grin forms on Derek’s lips at her words. They both swear they see Jennifer’s eye twitch from the insinuation Y/N just made. He doesn’t bother trying to cover up what just happened and keeps his hands firmly on Y/N’s hips.

“Yes, I can see that,” Jennifer narrows her eyes at their proximity.

Derek can feel the situation getting ready to escalate so he keeps Y/N safeguarded within his hold. He nods over to Jennifer’s car, “I think it would be best if you left,” he states unforgivingly making Y/N smile.

Jennifer sends them both a pointed look, “I think so too,” she agrees before spinning on her heel and walking back towards her car. “We’ll see just how well this works out for the two of you. Let’s hope you don’t regret it.”

She closes the drivers side door before speeding off out of the parking lot. Both Derek and Y/N are left standing in the rain, now knowing that things have just become a lot more complicated than they were before. But even in the midst of her subtle threat and imminent danger, the two of them don’t seem worried in the slightest.

Because they’ll handle that together too.

Magic Bullet 1x04

Episode 5

“If Derek isn't the Alpha... if he's not the one who bit you... then who did?” Stiles questions as their teacher passes out the graded tests they all took. Fallon rubs her eyes tiredly, exhausted from how late she stayed up going to see Derek. She doesn’t necessarily regret going, but now she feels an unnatural anger towards the man. He told her to stay out of the way. It’s unbelievable. All she wants to do is help and make sure no more people die, and yet he makes it seem as though she’s the problem.

“I don’t know,” Scott answers.

Stiles sighs and sits back in his seat for the briefest moment before thinking of another question and leaning forward, gently smacking Scott in the back with the back of his right hand. “Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?”

Scott whispers, “I don’t know.”

“Yes,” Fallon answers at the same time, a small yawn escaping her lips.

The two boys turn to look at her. She’s sitting next to Stiles in the row over. She freezes, realizing she just answered a question she shouldn’t even have any context to. Stiles narrows his eyes at her, “How do you know?”

She shrugs, trying to cover it up. “Just a hunch, I guess.”

“You’re lying,” Scott furrows his eyebrows. “I just heard your heart beat. It went up. How do you know?” He reiterates the question.

The brunette sighs. There’s no point in keeping it a secret, “I saw Derek last night…” she admits. “After the bus driver died, I wanted to know what was going on. So I went to hear it from him.”

“Are you stupid?!” Stiles scoffs, throwing his pencil at her. “What if he killed you, huh? Then what?”

“Well, I’m sitting right next to you so, I wouldn’t know,” she replies sarcastically.

“You shouldn’t have gone alone,” Scott scolds.

“You did,” Fallon points out incredulously, baffled by his hypocrisy.

“But I can protect myself in ways that you can’t,” he insists.

“Y’know I’m getting real tired of everyone assuming Stiles and I are useless just because we don’t have magical werewolf abilities,” she glares at him.

“I never said you were useless.”

“Okay!” Stiles whisper yells, stopping the argument from moving forward. “Moving on…” he turns his attention back to Scott. “Does Allison’s dad know about the Alpha?”

Scott, feeling overwhelmed by the mini argument with Fallon, along with the incessant questions from Stiles, loses his temper. “I don’t know!” He replies in a loud voice causing the teacher and pretty much every student in the class to look back at the three of them. He tries to play it off by looking out the window while Stiles sinks down into his chair. Fallon simply smiles fakely at the onlookers who turn away from the awkward situation.

Stiles is handed back his test first out of the three and is satisfied by the "A" he received. Fallon gets hers next, a small smirk on her face as she reads “A+” with a one-hundred percent written next to it. However, Scott sighs loudly when he's handed his, which has a “D-” written on it, Stiles leans forward to look at it and mutters sarcastically over Scott's shoulder, “Dude, you need to study more!”

Scott slams his test down on the desk, shooting Stiles a menacing glare. Stiles scoffs defensively, pushing himself away from Scott. “That was a joke, Scott,” he explains. “It’s one test! You’re gonna make it up. Do you want help studying?”

“Yeah, we can meet at my place tonight if you want,” Fallon suggests kindly, despite their previous argument. “We can make our own personalized pizza’s and stuff.”

Scott sighs, “No, I’m studying with Allison after school today.”

Stiles grins suggestively and pats Scott on the back proudly, “That’s my boy!”

Fallon rolls her eyes, kicking Stiles from across the way. “I said it once, and I’ll say it again. Boundaries.”

Scott nods along with Fallon, sending Stiles a pointed look, “We’re just studying.”

“Uh, no, you’re not,” Stiles scoffs, rubbing his shin where the angry brunette just kicked it.

Scott frowns in confusion, “No, I’m not?”

Stiles rolls his eyes in exasperation as though it’s obvious to what he’s referring to. “Not if I’m forced to live vicariously through you!” He exclaims. “If you go over to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to God, I’ll have you de-balled.”

“You seriously need to get laid,” Fallon says to Stiles, taking out her book and burying her nose in it. Their teacher gave them the rest of the period off to do homework anyway.

“I’m well aware of that, thank you,” he replies as if what he said is a good comeback.

“Okay,” Scott looks at them with annoyed eyes. “Just... stop with the questions.”

Stiles nods with a grin, “Done. No more questions. No more talk about the Alpha, or Derek…” he trails off, his eyes going unfocused as he remembers the intimidating man. No doubt recalling their last interaction in the back of the police cruiser. “Especially Derek… who still scares me…”

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Fallon makes her way over to the girls locker room after the last bell of the day. She likes being able to change in her own space for lacrosse practice because no one’s ever in here after school. The only time she usually has to share is with the off season soccer girls who only use it to get ready for training. The brunette walks over to one of the stalls, using the restroom before changing into her gear. She still has a headphone in, listening to her playlist to keep her mind occupied. She flushes the toilet before exiting the bathroom and washing her hands. She hums under her breath, watching as the water trickles down her skin.

“Holy shit!” She screams loudly when she looks into the mirror and sees a pale, almost dead looking Derek Hale standing behind her. He sways back and forth on his feet, his blue eyes looking more gray by the second. That’s when she notices the gaping bullet hole in his arm. Derek stumbles, almost falling to the floor, but Fallon rushes forward, wrapping his arm around her shoulder to hold him up. He’s a lot heavier than she thought. “What happened?” She asks, her voice laced with concern.

He grunts in pain, squeezing his eyes shut. “I was shot,” he manages to get out. Blood drips down his arm and off of his fingertips, leaking onto her shoes. She grimaces, but knows that her shoes are not the priority right now.

“I’m sorry, you got what?!” Her eyes widen as she moves frantically to have him sit down on one of the benches in the locker room. “By who?” She runs over to her locker, grabbing a spare shirt and a pair of scissors from her backpack. Her father’s words come into mind on how to take care of a gunshot wound. She cuts a long piece of fabric out of the material before going back over to Derek and creating a makeshift tourniquet. “By the way, this is gonna hurt, so brace yourself.”

“Wha–?” He lets out a low growl as she ties it as tightly as she can. The bleeding slowly slightly, but the wound still looks nasty. His eyes flash a bright blue for a moment before turning back to their normal color.

“Why aren't you healing?” She asks, looking over his form. A wound this small should’ve been nothing for the werewolf.

“I can’t,” he groans in pain. “It wasn’t a normal bullet. It’s different.”

“Like wolfsbane different?” She asks worriedly, remembering the different things she read in the book Stiles gave her.

Derek looks surprised by her second question, impressed by her knowledge. His head lulls forward and onto her shoulder, “Wolfsbane,” his voice turns into a whisper. “Need to find Scott. Where is he?”

“I don’t know,” Fallon answers, lifting him off the bench with a grunt. “We don’t have the same last class.” She manages to get them over to the door and out into the hallway. She eyes him sadly, trying her hardest to get him outside. Her arm wraps around his waist as another method to keep him up and secure. He’s trying to help hold his own body weight, but it’s no use. He’s fading, and fast. “C’mon Derek, stay with me,” she mumbles.

They barrel out of the exit doors and Fallon stops, looking over all the heads of the students to try and find Scott. She huffs as the line of cars is long and completely backed up. There’s no way she can get him anywhere safely on her bike, but her eyes brighten when she notices the blue Jeep sitting at the front of the masses of cars.

“Okay, I’m not seeing Scott, but Stiles is right there,” she assures him, starting to drag his limp body over to the vehicle.

“No. Absolutely not,” Derek denies, trying not to go in the direction Fallon’s forcing him in. “I don’t want help from your spaz head of a boyfriend.”

Fallon sighs, rolling her eyes as she continues hauling him. “He’s not my boyfriend,” she corrects. “And unless you wanna brave it out on my motorcycle, this is the best option.”

Derek doesn’t have time to protest as Fallon stops them right in front of Stiles’ car. She puts her hand up to stop him from going and her best friend slams on his breaks. He throws his hands up in annoyance, mumbling something under his breath as he moves to get out of the car. Horns blare from every direction and that’s when Fallon feels Derek start swaying again. “No, no, no, no, don’t fall! Derek, don’t fall!”

“I’m falling,” he whispers. His body starts leaning backwards, too far backwards for Fallon to keep up. She tries to use one last surge of strength to force him up, but it’s too late. His body's stature is no match for her. They fall into the asphalt with a loud thump. Both of them groan in pain and Fallon gets up, lifting his head to put on her legs so he has some way of sitting up.

Scott apparently saw the whole ordeal from the bike rack. He rushes over to Stiles’ jeep where his two best friends are taking care of Derek. Stiles is clearly the most pissed one out of the three of them, peeved Derek stopped him from going to play video games.

“What are you doing here?” Scott asks, blocking Derek’s view from the agitated students. They don’t need to see a dying werewolf in the middle of the school parking lot.

He tries to move himself away from Fallon’s lap, but his limbs are all too limp to get very far. “I was shot,” he gasps out, pointing to the hole in his arm.

“He’s not looking so good, dude,” Stiles looks at him warily.

“I wonder why,” Fallon says sarcastically.

“Okay, you know what? Now is not the time,” Stiles narrows his eyes at her.

Scott frowns in confusion, inspecting the injury. “Why aren’t you healing?” He asks the same question Fallon did

“I can’t,” he huffs tiredly, giving up and collapsing fully into Fallon. Blood seeps from his arm and into her blue jeans and she has to look up in the sky to prevent herself from being disappointed at her now stained clothing. “It was- it was a different kind of bullet.” He repeats the same story he gave to Fallon.

Stiles perks up, all of his supernatural dreams coming true. “A silver bullet?”

“No, you idiot,” Derek snaps irritatedly.

Scott looks as if he just put together something super important, “Wait, wait– that's what she meant when she said you had forty-eight hours…”

Derek’s eyes widen in alarm, “What? Who-who said forty-eight hours?”

“The one who shot you,” Scott answers.

Suddenly, Derek is hit with a powerful wave of pain that causes his eyes to flash bright blue, the same way they did when Fallon put the tourniquet on him. He grimaces in agony. When he opens his eyes again, they're continuing to flash back and forth between his werewolf blue eyes and his human green eyes. Scott looks horrified, his eyes darting around to make sure no one is watching before he mutters at Derek forcefully, “What are you doing? Stop that!”

“Scott, I don’t think he can,” Fallon whispers urgently. “He can’t control it.”

The boy looks at Derek, placing his hands on his shoulders, “Derek, get up.”

The line of cars start to get more impatient. As soon as they see people starting to get out of their vehicles to approach them, they realize that they need to get out of there. Now. Scott pulls Derek to his feet, the man wobbling from the sudden force. He latches onto Fallon once more, the brunette grunts but wraps her arms around his midsection anyway to keep him steady. Once she was sure they could move without collapsing again, she got him inside of Stiles’ jeep, placing him gently in the passenger seat. She huffs, realizing she’ll have to leave her bike here, but there’s no way she’s going to let Stiles handle Derek in the jeep alone. He’ll just have to take her back for her motorcycle later.

Fallon sits comfortably in the back, Stiles getting into the driver’s side. Derek sticks his head out the window, “I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used.”

Scott scoffs, “How the hell am I supposed to do that?” He asks, throwing his arms up.

“Because she’s an Argent,” he says. “She’s with them.”

Scott narrows his eyes, “Why should I help you?”

Fallon looks at him with an exasperated expression. Now is not the time for vendetta’s or looking for reasons to help someone. She sends her friend a begging look, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

“Because, you need me,” Derek answers in a weak voice.

Scott looks over and sees a confused Allison walking toward them and decides to wrap up this scene as quickly as possible, “Fine,” he sighs. “ I'll try.” Scott turns to look at Stiles, who's expression makes it clear that he's feeling very put-out at the moment. “Hey, get him out of here.

Stiles shoots Scott a death-glare, “I hate you for this, so much.” Stiles puts the car into drive and sets off just as Allison comes up. They’re speeding out of the parking lot, happy to get away from the angry crowd that started forming around them.

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Stiles drives the injured wolf and Fallon in his jeep. There’s a tense silence surrounding them, Derek grunting in pain while Stiles shoots him angry side glances. Fallon taps her foot impatiently as she stares at her text message thread with Scott. She has to have texted him at least eight times in the past twenty minutes. She doesn’t mean to rush, but this situation seems pretty dire. Like go there, find it, make up an excuse and leave kind of situation. Not go have a whole dinner with her family.

“What the hell is taking him so long?” Fallon grumbles, tossing her phone to the seat next to her. Her frustration is evident which only gets worse when Stiles smirks at her through the rear view mirror.

“Maybe he’s busy…” he wiggles his eyebrows. “Y’know gettin’ busy.”

Fallon cringes at the innuendo, “Are you serious right now?” She scolds him.

“Stop talking,” Derek seethes, closing his eyes tightly. They stopped flashing between blue and green which is a good sign, but the low growl in his voice is enough to make her sink back into her seat.

“I’m just saying,” Stiles defends himself. “Maybe he hasn’t done anything because he’s having fun. Which is what we should be doing rather than lugging dead wolf meat around,” he chides. That stupid smile appears on his face again, “I mean, I could totally see him and Allison–”

“Stop!” Derek shouts at the spastic boy, dangerously close to striking him in the back of the head.

“Okay, you don’t need to be yelling,” Fallon directs at Derek, staring at him through the mirror. “So why don’t you stop talking and sit there squirming in pain.”

He looks back at her, fury in his irises. “Shut up.”

“Hey, you need us a hell of a lot more than we need you,” Fallon narrows her eyes. “You came to me to save your ass, remember that? You’re the one bleeding out.”

Stiles nods, “Yeah, and uh speaking of that, try not to get it all over my seats, kay? We’re almost there anyway.”

“Almost where?” Derek hisses, turning his attention away from the brunette in the back. His hand is still covering the wound, blood slowly seeping onto his fingers. The tourniquet is still doing its job of slowing down the bleeding, but judging by his half-lidded eyes, it’s not going to do any good for much longer.

“Your house,” Stiles says, his voice calmer than it was a second ago. He slows to a stop when the traffic light ahead turns red. There’s no one else on the road with them which makes having Derek in the car less difficult. No one to explain their actions to.

“What?” Derek’s head snaps over the boy. “No, you can’t take me there.”

Stiles looks at him incredulously, “I can’t take you to your own house?”

“Not when I can’t protect myself!” Derek argues.

Stiles huffs angrily before turning his wheel roughly. He pulls off to the side of the road, turning off the jeep as he faces Derek fully, his nostrils flaring. “All right. What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?”

“Not yet,” Derek shakes his head.

“I’d really prefer it if you didn’t,” Fallon mumbles.

“I have a last resort,” he reveals, groaning loudly when another wave of pain hits him.

“What do you mean? What last resort?” Stiles yells.

Derek pulls his sleeve up fully, exposing the wound in all its glory. Fallon hadn’t seen the whole thing, only what his ripped shirt permitted. Stiles flinches violently from the sight while gagging, “Oh, my God. What is that?” He averts his gaze, looking out the window. “Oh, is that contagious?” He gasps. “You know what, you should probably just get out.”

“Stiles start the damn car!” Fallon yells at him. “He’s dying, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t need you making a bigger deal of it.”

“Listen to your girlfriend,” Derek adds menacingly.

“Again, not dating,” she points between her and Stiles.

“Hey! Alright, I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look, okay? In fact, I think, if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little Werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead.”

Silence.

“Start the car… or I’m gonna rip your throat out… with my teeth,” Derek growls menacingly.

The two boys stare at each other for a solid minute or so before Stiles finally reaches for the keys, sliding them into the ignition. Fallon exhales softly, melting into her seat as she thanks whatever force out there stopped a fight between Stiles and a man twice his size.

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Fallon bites her nails anxiously as she and Scott text back and forth. Derek’s not looking too good, Scott. Have you found anything?

His response comes back short. Need more time. She puffs out an irritated breath. That’s the only response she’s gotten from him in about two and a half hours. The sun is already set and it’s starting to become dark out. The sky was an ombré of red, orange, yellow, and blue as the night approaches. Fallon feels terrible for Stiles and the fact he had a full tank before this fiasco started. They’ve been driving around all day. They had no idea where to take Derek. Stiles’ house was obviously a no go as his dad is the sheriff and would probably lose his mind if he found out Derek had been there. They can’t take him to Scott’s either as Melissa would freak out if they snuck in unannounced again.

“Why can’t we just take him to your place?” Stiles suggests.

Fallon shakes her head, “My dad’s off tonight.”

“But he’s fine with Scott and I being there all the time,” Stiles shrugs.

“Because he knows you both,” Fallon counters. “We could probably get away with it if your dad didn’t tell him about all the crime life here,” she sighs. “But he does. So my dad knows what the almost dead werewolf here looks like,” she says, eyeing up the man in the passenger seat. “And let’s just say he wouldn’t exactly be keen on having an almost murderer in his house.”

“Thanks,” Derek shoots a glare her way.

“I’m not the one who reported you to the sheriff,” she reminds him. “Your issues are with him,” she points to Stiles, “and your bestie beta who’s currently finding the magical bullet to save your life.”

“I am going to claw your eyes out if you don’t keep your mouth shut,” his eyes flash blue in her direction.

“Take my ears off while you’re at it,” she suggests sarcastically. “That way I won’t have to hear you complain about everything.”

“I’m so confused whether you like each other or not,” Stiles furrows his eyebrows.

“Not,” Derek answers while Fallon says, “It’s complicated,” at the same time.

The two passengers jerk to the side as Stiles rapidly pulls over once more. He picks up his phone too fast, almost dropping it in the process as he brings it up to his ear. “Oh thank God,” he breathes out. “Did you find anything… Well, what are we supposed to do with him?” He groans.

Fallon leans forward, gripping Stiles’ chair, “What’s he saying?”

Stiles swats her away like a mother would her child. Fallon scrunches her eyebrows, leaning back in her seat offended. “And, by the way, he’s starting to smell,” there’s a short pause. “Like death.”

Derek sends Stiles a withering glance before turning to look at Fallon, “Do I really smell like death?” He questions.

“Are you sure you want me to answer?” She snarks with a quirked brow. “Wouldn’t wanna make you claw my eyes out or anything,” she mocks his previous statement. Derek clenches his fists as he stares at her and she just smiles fakely. “And yes, you do smell like death.”

“Yeah, and they won’t stop arguing like freakin’ children. I feel like I’m running a daycare here. They got along for like the first hour and then all hell broke loose,” Stiles complains. Both Fallon and Derek resist the urge to physically harm the boy in some way. The crease in Stiles’ forehead deepens at whatever Scott says, “What about your boss?”

Stiles throws his head back into his chair before holding the phone out for Derek to take, “You’re not gonna believe where he’s asking me to take you.”

Derek ignores him, taking the chance to talk to Scott. “Did you find it?” He waits for Scott to explain what he’s been doing for the past almost three hours. “Look, if you don’t find it, then I’m dead, all right?… Then think about this-- the Alpha called you out against your will. He's gonna do it again. Next time, either you kill with him, or you get killed. So, if you wanna stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet.”

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The jeep rolls up to the animal clinic, taking one of the many empty parking spaces by the back entrance. Fallon tells Stiles to go find the key to unlock the building and that she’ll get Derek. She runs around to the passenger side, opening the door for the man. They resume their position from earlier at the school, his arm haphazardly draped over her shoulders and her arms securely fastened around his waist . She drags him towards the door, Stiles holding it open as his phone buzzes with another message from Scott.

“Please tell me he found something,” she begs, panting heavily as she goes to set him down in the back room.

Stiles furrows his eyebrows, “Maybe…” He looks up from his device to glance at Derek, “Does Northern Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?” He asks.

Derek nods, his head flopping slightly so Fallon lifts it up. “It’s a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet.”

“Why?” Fallon queries as they finally reach the table. She pushes his body against it so she’s not holding him up entirely on her own.

Derek looks up at her weakly, “ ‘Cause I’m gonna die without it.”

Fallon’s heart drops into her stomach, “Crap…” she mumbles with a shaky exhale. She turns to look at Stiles, “Tell him to get here. Now.”

The threatening sound in her voice has Stiles scrambling to send Scott the message, informing him of the scary look on Fallon’s face. Derek begins tearing off hit clothing, ripping off his leather jacket smoothly before pulling his shirt with one hand over his head. He discards them by throwing them across the room before collapsing against the table once more. He lays his arm out for display, the bullet hole being a strange blue color, no doubt a reaction from the wolfsbane that’s slowly inching towards his heart. The blood dripping out of him is now black while the same color veins stretch up his arm from the wound.

Stiles bites his fist at the sight, gagging as he tries not to vomit all over the place. “Okay, you know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of,” he waves off optimistically, wanting to get out of here as quickly as possible.

Fallon smacks him, “We are not leaving him, Stiles. He’s dying.” She shuffles through Destin’s things, trying to find some sort of surgical tool. “What we should do is get the bullet fragments out and try to stitch it up.” Working in the hospital has some perks. She might not legally be allowed to perform such a procedure, but nothing about this screams concern for legality.

“That won’t work,” Derek shakes his head which stops her from looking. “It’s already in my system. When the infection reaches my heart, it’ll kill me,” he breathes out.

Stiles rolls his eyes, “Positivity just isn’t in your vocabulary, is it?” He snarks sarcastically.

“Why don’t you try being shot in the arm,” Fallon quips back at her friend.

Stiles throws his hands up with an exhausted scoff, “Who’s side are you on?! One minute you’re arguing with him and telling him to die, the next you’re yelling at me! Make up your damn mind!”

Derek rips off Fallon's tourniquet, interrupting their argument as he attempts to replace it with a blue elastic band. She watches as he goes to tie it with his mouth and stops him. He glares at her as she takes it from him, a glare which she reciprocates before helping him put it in the same spot the other was. “If Scott doesn’t get here with the bullet in time– last resort,” he pants while looking through the drawers.

“Which is what?” Fallon questions.

He pulls out a small saw making her and Stiles grow paler than him. “You’re gonna cut off my arm.”

“Me?!” Fallon shouts, about ready to go along with Stiles’ plan and run out of there.

“No,” he denies before glancing at freckles. “Stiles.”

“What?!” He screams the same way Fallon did. “No. No, no, no, no, no, that’s not fair! Why do I have to do it? She’s more heartless than I am, she can do it,” he points.

Fallon scoffs and goes to rip him a new one, but Derek cuts her off. “No, Fallon needs to hold me down.”

“Why can’t I do that?” Stiles throws his arms up.

“Because looking between the two of you, I can tell her arms won’t snap if I start to push back,” Derek insults. “I need someone with muscle to be able to keep me from squirming.”

Stiles looks more than offended, “I- I have muscle,” he counters.

Derek sends him a pointed look which makes the boy shrink in on himself. Fallon takes a nervous step forward, standing next to Derek as she gets ready to hold him down. I’ll just close my eyes, she tells herself. I won’t get nightmares. This’ll be fine.

“What if you start begging me to let go and it’s too late?” She asks him, her concerns growing with every second she stares at the saw.

“That’s not gonna happen,” he answers.

“How do you know?” She scoffs. The black veins in his arm are starting to become much more prominent. “What if you try to tell me to let go because you’re bleeding out and I don’t hear you? Then you die from getting your arm sawed off. I don’t want to watch you die.”

Derek leans further into the table, “It’ll heal if it works.”

Stiles eyes the saw with a sickly expression. He swallows thickly, shaking his head. “Look, I don’t know if I can do this,” he admits, his overactive imagination not doing him any favors.

“Why not?” Derek says impatiently.

Stiles looks at him like he’s stupid, “Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!” He lists off exasperatedly.

“You faint at the sight of blood?” Derek asks incredulously.

“No, but I might at the sight of a chopped-off arm!” Stiles screeches in response.

“All right, fine. How about this– either you cut off my arm, or I'm gonna cut off your head,” Derek threatens.

Stiles rolls his eyes, “Okay, you know what? I'm so not buying your threats any–” Derek cuts him off by yanking him forward by the collar of his shirt. Stiles’ eyes widen as he tries to get out of his hold. “Oh, my God!” He gasps. “Okay. All right. Bought. Sold. Totally. I'll do it. I'll do it.”

Derek let’s go of him, the boy pushing himself away from the older werewolf. He turns to say something to Fallon, but she can see the distant look on his face. “Derek, what’s wrong?” She asks attentively. Instead of answering, his cheeks puff out and he lurches forward. Her eyes widen and she tries to take a step back, covering her face with her arms. His mouth flies open and black projectile vomit comes out of his mouth, splattering all over her. She gasps as the hot liquid drips down her body.

Fallon exhales with a small whimper. She shakes her hands, some of the vomit flinging off of her fingers. “It’s fine…” she tries to convince herself. “Everything’s fine… I didn’t even like this shirt anyway.”

Stiles' jaw hits the floor, his own bile rising in his throat. “Holy God, what the hell is that?!”

Fallon turns to Stiles, her facial expression is blank. “Stiles,” she wipes her cheek. “Do what he says.”

“But–” he goes to point at the saw.

“Now!” She screams at him. Despite the vomit all over her, she walks behind Derek and gets a good grip on him. She holds his arm in place and glares at Stiles, “Do it, now.” She orders, nodding towards the saw.

He grabs the saw for a moment before looking up to protest, “Look, honestly, I don’t think I can–”

“Just do it!” Derek and Fallon yell at the same time.

Stiles jumps at how scary their symphony of voices sound together. “Oh, my God. Okay, okay…” He starts the saw, a loud sound accompanying it. He starts putting it towards Derek’s arm, “Oh, my God.... All right, here we go…”

“Stiles! Fallon!” Scott’s voice rings through the clinic.

“Scott?” Stiles looks hopeful, glancing away from the death tool in his hand.

When Scott runs in, the first thing he sees is Fallon practically pinning Derek down while Stiles holds a miniature saw to his arm. His lopsided jaw goes slack, “What the hell are you guys doing?”

Stiles turns the saw off, stepping away from it with a relieved smile. “Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares,” he thanks his best friend.

Fallon steps away from Derek, every step she takes coming with a small ‘squelch’ sound. “Speak for yourself,” she grumbles.

The older man looks at Scott eagerly, “Did you get it?” He asks, searching for any sign of the bullet.

Scott reaches into his pocket, pulling out a small bullet and handing it to Derek. “What are you gonna do with it?” The brunette girl asks, wiping her face off with a towel she found near one of the kennels.

Derek holds the bullet up, “I’m gonna–” he stumbles, his speech much weaker. “I’m gonna–” Out of nowhere, the cure Scott worked so hard to find falls out of his fingers. Derek collapses, hitting the ground roughly as Scott and Stiles try to go after the bullet.

Fallon drops to her knees, eyes going wide as she stares at Derek’s unconscious form. She cups the side of his face with her right hand, shaking his shoulder with the other. He doesn’t move. “Derek! Derek, come on, wake up!” She pleads. Scott and Stiles are babbling in the distance, but she can’t understand a word they’re saying as her entire focus is on the almost dead man below her. Her eyes scan his body and her breath hitches when she notices his chest isn’t rising. She puts her fingers to his neck trying to find any sign of a pulse. It’s there, but not very strong. The weakest pulse she’s felt. Fallon wracks her brain for any kind of medical information she’s learned from the hospital to wake him up.

Her eyes lighten up as she leans forward, opening his mouth to see if there is any blockage. She notices chunks of the black vomit he spat at her earlier blocking his airway. She sticks her pointer and middle finger in his mouth, swiping out the liquid. She then quickly turns him on his side before putting her hand into a fist and hitting him in the back as hard as she can. His eyes shoot open, blue flashing across them as he coughs more blood on Fallon. She cringes but keeps patting his back to make sure all of it leaves his system.

“I got it!” Scott screams. “I got it!”

Stiles looks at Fallon with shock on his face, “Where did you learn how to do that?”

“The hospital,” she utters out quickly, bringing Derek to his feet. “I’ve seen Melissa do it on a choking baby. Obviously with much less force, but same principle.”

“Give me–” Derek gasps in pain as he takes the bullet from Scott’s hand, biting off the tip to expose where the gunpowder is. He empties it into his hand before pushing it forcefully into the wound. He howls loudly as blue smoke starts floating up from the gunshot hole. His face turns red as he falls back to the floor, writhing around in pain. His back arches upwards as he tries to fight against screaming anymore than he already has. Fallon watches in awe as his wound begins to heal at a rapid pace, the black veins slowly disappearing until the injury is completely gone.

“That… was… Awesome!” Stiles exclaims with a clap of his hands. He pumps his fist in the air as if they just got off of an amusement park ride. “Yes!”

“I’m gonna hit you,” Fallon tells him blatantly. Stiles’ face falls, but he knows better than to continue testing her. She walks closer to Derek, sticking her hand out to help him off the floor. “Are you okay?” She asks genuinely.

Derek accepts her offer, using her to get himself up. “Well, except for the agonizing pain…” he says sarcastically.

“I’m guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health,” Stiles comments, crossing his arms. Derek sends a death stare his way making Fallon rolls her eyes as she moves away from him and over to where Stiles is standing.

“Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone. You got that?” He instructs Derek. “And, if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad, and I'm gonna tell him everything–” the threat is cut off by Derek who looks absolutely appalled by what he just said.

“You’re gonna trust them?!” He narrows his eyes. “You think they can help you?”

Scott shrugs his shoulders, “Well, why not?” He yells loudly. “They’re a lot freaking nicer than you are!”

Derek surges forward angrily, “I can show you exactly how nice they are.”

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Fallon sighs tiredly as she parks her motorcycle in front of her house. Her eyes are practically closing as she trudges through the front door. Stiles had taken her back to the School to get her bike after Derek took Scott to show him how “evil” the Argents are. She closes the front door, a small click echoing behind her.

“Where have you been?”

Fallon flinches as the light to the living room suddenly flicks on. Michael is sitting in his chair in the living room, a book in his lap with a reading lamp sitting beside him. She looks like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming vehicle.

“I asked you a question,” he says. “Where have you been? It’s two in the morning.” His voice is more than just concerned or worried. He’s disappointed.

Fallon places her helmet on the kitchen counter before turning back to her dad, “I was out with Scott and Stiles,” she answers.

“Doing what?” He continues questioning. “You all know there’s a police enforced curfew, right? None of you should be out this late, especially on a school night,” he crosses his arms as he walks over to his daughter. “You didn’t text, call, nothing. I had no idea where you were. Now, normally I don’t care because I know you’re responsible, and ninety percent of the time you’re with the boys. But with everything that’s going on, the murders, the dead bodies, you need to start being more communicative.”

“Dad, all we did was drive around,” she defends. “Stiles wanted to go get food and stuff after school, so we went and did that and just hung out around town.”

“Really?” He asks, disbelieving every word coming out of her mouth. “Just eating and driving around?”

“Yes,” she shrugs.

“Then why not shoot me a text?” He lifts an eyebrow. “I don’t think that’s too hard, do you?”

“No,” she sighs, getting tired of this conversation already. “I’m sorry. Next time I plan on being out late, I’ll let you know what I’m doing.”

“Oh no,” Michael shakes his head. “There will be no next time. From now on, you will be home by the enforced curfew time. If the boys want to come over and stay the night, you know I have no problem with that. But you will not leave this house anytime after that, do you understand me?”

Fallon scoffs, “Dad, are you serious?” She says upsetly.

“Dead serious young lady,” he nods. “I don’t want to leave my shift at the hospital getting a call from Noah saying that they found my daughter's dead body somewhere in the woods. It’s dangerous out there, Fallon. I’m not going to allow you to engage in reckless behavior. I’m your father. It’s my job to keep you safe. You might hate me now, but it’s for the best,” he shuts his lamp off, setting his book back on their shared bookshelf in the living room. “You can complain about me all you want to the boys, but I’ve made up my mind,” he walks over towards the stairs before glancing back at his daughter. “Now go to bed. You still have school in the morning. You get to deal with the consequence of being tired.”

She watches after her father, shock written all over her face. She just saved a man’s life and pretty much got grounded at the same time. Michael is a very easy going parent. She got lucky in the dad department, and she knows that. Seeing and hearing him talk to her like that isn’t common. They usually don’t have issues to this extent. They have a mutual trust. But if he’s really that worried that he’s willing to confine her to the house, she’s going to have to listen to him.

Or get a lot more creative on how to sneak out.