10 and 17 with derek please, Can i get 10 and 17 with derek hale at his loft please? Thank you💖
10: “It’s cold don’t leave.”, 17: “I think I might be in love with you.”
The rustling of sheets is what awoke you. You rolled over onto your other side, the faint hints of sunlight shining in. You shivered, even under a mountain of covers. Opening your eyes lead you to see Derek, sitting up in bed, legs dangling off the side.
He was fumbling with something and finally pulled on a shirt over his head. A small frown placed itself on your lips. You reached a hand out from under the covers and pulled on his arm. Pulling him back to you.
“Don’t leave,” You muttered sleeping as he intertwined his figure against yours once more. “It’s cold.”
“How are you cold?” Derek questioned.
“I just am,” You answered back with a small chuckle, burying your head in his chest.
It was days like these you enjoyed more. Pulling Derek back to bed for a few more minutes of sleep. In the comfort of the bed the two of you shared. Away from the world. Moments of pure bliss.
The room settled into silence. Derek watching and waiting for you fall back into a peaceful sleep before he could leave. He watched the rays of sunlight hit your hair. Highlighting the different colors against your skin. Illuminating your peaceful face as you curled up to him.
It was like watching an angel sleep.
He smiled as he buried himself against you, taking in the pure silence and the bliss that accompanied it.
“Derek,” You called from his side.
“Yeah?” He asked.
“I think I’m in love with you.”You spoke softly against him. A small chuckle left his lips as he replied.
“I think i’m in love with you, too.”
And with that, Derek watched you fall asleep once more.
HOLY SH*T DUDE YOU’RE OPEN FOR DEREK HALE? SIGN ME THE F*CK UP!! Can I request that gorgeous man with the reader, established werewolf!girlfriend, who somehowww gets injured with a weapon poisoned with mistletoe or wolfsbane (like derek in season 1 ep 4) and it’s hella angsty, she shows up to derek’s house nearly dyinggg and they rush to get her the help she needs buuuut she slips in and out of consciousness on the vets table and I’M LIVING FOR THIS ANGST OKAY ILY BYE XOXOX
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Word Count: 1,039
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You felt like you were going to fall over any minute. Your nails dug into the wall of the elevator as you impatiently waited for it to reach the designated floor. You needed to get to Derek and fast, because even just standing was starting to hurt way too much.
With sweat pouring down your forehead, you tried to take steady breaths. Your body was screaming for you to stop and your eyes desperately wanted to fall shut, so you could fall into a peaceful sleep. Part of you wanted too as well, but the rational side of you told you that if you gave up now, you’d never get the help you’d needed. Whoever had poisoned you hadn’t done it by accident, and if you didn’t reach Derek, you’d die.
Just a little bit more, you told yourself just as the elevator dinged, signalling you were on the right floor. You stumbled through the doors the moment they opened, nearly tripping over your own feet as you clutched painfully at your stomach. You gasped for breath, falling against the large sliding door that lead to Derek’s loft. Knowing it was unlocked, you swung the door open with the last bit of energy you had, instantly alerting those inside of your presence.
Isaac jumped the moment he heard the door open, his head snapping to the left just as he watched you fall. Your body fell to the ground with a loud thud, and instantly Isaac snapped into action. Dropping the book in his hands, Isaac rushed forward towards you. He skidded to a stop near you, crouching as he turned your body so you laid on your back. His eyes widened at how pale you were.
“Derek!” Isaac called, brushing back a few strands of hair that had clung to your clammy skin. “Derek! Get in here! It’s Y/N!”
Derek came running into the room at the sound of your name, eyes instantly falling on you, who remained limp by Isaac. Eyes widening, he rushed forward, falling to his knees as his hands fell on your knees. “What happened?” He asked, eyes falling on Isaac who shrugged.
“I don’t know,” he shook his head. “She just came in here, and instantly passed out.”
“Y/N?” Derek called, cupping your cheeks. “Hey, Y/N. Can you hear me?” You blinked, lips moving as if you wanted to say something but no words came out. Your hand weakly reached out before you, reaching for Derek.
“Help…” You rasped, head lulling. “Help me…”
Derek took a moment to focus, pausing to use his wolf-powers to help him identify the problem. “Wolfsbane…” He muttered, glancing back down at you. Turning to Isaac, Derek nodded, his arms slipping underneath your knees and back. “We’ve got to get her to Deaton and Scott. Come on.”
Isaac nodded, rushing to his feet as Derek stood up, you in his arms. Your head fell against his chest, whimpering slightly as your eyes finally fell shut.
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You couldn’t see straight, and voices were blending together with others. You blinked, trying to see through the thick fog that seemed to surround your eye sight.
Through your confusion, you heard; “she’s waking up.”
“Just keep her still, Derek. I need you to hold her down.”
Two hands fell on your shoulders at that, and you moved your lips, trying to speak. But nothing came out. Your throat burned and it felt as if your entire body was on fire.
“Just hold on, Y/N.” Derek’s voice echoed once again, “i’ve got you.”
Your eyes fell shut shortly after, a blinding pain knocking you unconscious.
–
You woke up again, though you didn’t know how much later. Your vision was still a blur and you still felt like you couldn’t think or speak straight, but the pain had faded considerably. There was a dull ache, but nothing compared to the burning sensation that had surrounded you before.
“She’ll be fine?” A voice echoed and you instantly recognized it as Derek’s.
“She’ll be fine,” Deaton’s voice confirmed. “She needs rest. But within the hour, she’ll be up and good.”
“What even happened?” Scott.
“We don’t know.” Isaac. “She just suddenly showed up at Derek’s loft, half dead.”
A hand slipped into your own and you instantly felt a presence next to you. You tried to use your wolf-powers, try to force yourself awake, but it hurt too much and you ended up just groaning softly.
“Just sleep.” Derek whispered, “you need it.”
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The third time you woke up, it actually felt like you were awake. You blinked a few times to gather your bearings, but soon enough you could see the familiar ceiling of the vet clinic. You were able to push yourself up, swinging your legs over the edge as you gripped the metal table, taking deep breaths to steady yourself.
“Y/N,” Derek called, pulling your attention on him. He rushed over to you, a hand falling on your shoulder and another grasping your chin, pulling your eyes up on him. “Are you feeling any better?”
You nodded with a small smile. “Much.”
Derek let out a breath of relief and you felt guilt flood through you. “I didn’t mean to worry you.”
“It’s fine,” Derek shook his head. “I’m just glad you got to me when you did. You… You nearly died, Y/N.” He paused, eyes falling forward. “What even happened?”
“I don’t know,” you mumbled, shrugging. “I was just walking home and suddenly there was smoke before me. I instantly knew it was wolfsbane, and got out of there as fast as I could. I don’t know who attacked me.”
Derek nodded and then his hand slipped into your own. “I thought you were going to die.”
“I really am sorry…”
“It’s fine,” Derek repeated, smiling softly at you. “Just… Just don’t do that to me again, okay?”
You chuckled softly. “I don’t plan on getting poisoned with wolfsbane anytime soon.”
But Derek’s face only remained stoic, staring at you with a certain serious you’d only seen on his face a few times. “I mean it Y/N. I can’t lose you.”
Biting your lip, you squeezed his hand. “I promise,” you reassured, nodding at him with a smile. “I promise.”
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requests are open!
looks like cinnamon roll but could actually kill you: scott mccall
looks like he could kill you but is actually cinnamon roll: theo raeken (fitE ME)
looks like cinnamon roll and is actually cinnamon roll: liam dunbar
looks like he could kill you and could actually kill you: derek hale
looks like he could die from eating too many cinnamon rolls: stiles stilinski
”You know Y/N, that wooden stick isn’t going to do much damage on
someone like me.” Derek scoffed when you grabbed the first object you could
reach, which happened to be one of the previous table legs.
Your eyes followed the length of your ‘weapon’. “Someone like you? A
grumpy old wolf?” a smile spread on your face when Derek growled. “A human can
never overcome a werewolf, not unless there’s silver involved.”
“I still think I can beat you, I’ve said if before.” Derek smiled scornfully
against the cocky tone in your voice and launched against you with teeth and
claws.
Something happened, it felt like all your senses came to life when you
saw him running against you and suddenly; the wooden stick in your hand lost
weight.
You twirled your weapon in your hand and Derek lost focus when you
ruthlessly swung the table leg against his face, resulting with a big blast
that caused the big werewolf to fall backwards.
“I beat you!” you squealed. He stayed on the floor, on his back in shock
as you walked forward to lean over him. A
mocking smile spread over your face and you tilted your head at the side to
meet Derek’s eyes. “Are you ever going to listen?”
Pairing: Derek Hale x kid!reader, Scott McCall x sister!reader,
Word Count: 1,024
Warnings: none.
@automaticgothcloudsalad :This is a really odd request I know but could you please do one where the reader is like 3 and someone’s little sister who has the entire pack wrapped around her finger. She most specifically seems drawn to Derek of all people who is his usual grumpy self and tries to get her to go away but she won’t and draws a picture of him and gives it to him and he completely melts and gives in. Just super fluff please. Ilysm
I’m sorry if this isn’t how you might have wanted it, but I hope you enjoy!
Even at the young age of five, (Y/n) McCall knew she had the entire pack wrapped around her tiny little fingers. Each and everyone had the inability to abstain her cuteness. Whether it was her older brother, Scott giving her all the hugs she wanted. Stiles telling her stories, using exaggerated hand motions and getting her to laugh. Lydia spoiling her with toys, even when it wasn’t her birthday or Christmas. Kira carrying candy specifically to give to her whenever she saw her. Even Malia couldn’t resist her.
One thing nobody could quite understand, is why she was so drawn to the broody moody Derek Hale. It seemed to be (Y/n)’s favorite past time to bug Derek, and every single time she saw him she wrapped her arms around one of his legs and wouldn’t let go until someone physically pulled her off. Overall Derek Hale seemed to be her favorite person.
So when Scott came up in a pickle, with his mom at work and his friends requiring him elsewhere, he found himself asking Derek for help.
“Babysitting.” Derek repeated after Scott and Stiles showed up at his doorstep. “You want me to babysit.”
“Well technically it’s toddler sitting if you really think about it.” Commented Stiles, earning a grimace from Scott and a death-glare from Derek. “What? I’m just pointing out the obvious.”
“Please, Derek. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need to.” Scott begged, turning his attention from his best-friend to Derek. Derek looked at Scott, contemplating, his arms crossed and a permanent scowl written across his facial features.
“Fine.” He spoke reluctantly, He pointed his finger at Scott. “But you, you owe me.” Scott nodded frantically.
The two boys returned an hour later, little (Y/n) in tow. Scott thanked Derek for the fortieth time, and then they left. Babysitting was not something Derek was totally fond of. Upon seeing Derek she immediately wrapped herself around his leg.
“Derek!” She called in her childish voice. He had to rip her from his leg bidding goodbye to Scott and Stiles and making sure they’d be back at the time they said.
For the first half hour it was quiet. Derek worked on something while (Y/n) played with some toys she had brought from the McCall household. Derek suddenly felt a tug on his pants. He turned his gaze from whatever he was working to gaze at the girl, smaller than half his leg.
“I’m hungry.” She whined. Derek grunted, setting his objects on the table and getting up and ambling towards the kitchen, little girl in tow. What do little kids even like to eat?
“What do you want?” grumbled Derek. The little girl paused for a moment, thinking.
“Cereal!” She practically shouted.
“Cereal?” Derek questioned. She nodded vigorously, a toothy grin never leaving her face. Derek obliged, taking out a box of Fruity Pebbles and fixing her a bowl of cereal.
Another half an hour went by before (Y/n) tugged on his pants again.
“What?” He grumbled.
“Will you play with me?” She questioned batting her big eyelashes at him, giving him the puppy dog eyes.
“Not right now. Go play with your toys.” He shooed a bit harsher than he intended.
“But, I don’t want to.” (Y/n) complained.
“Well then-” Derek started, eyes sweeping for something for her to do. They landed on a pen and a pad of paper. He got up and reached for them, clicking the pen and handing them to her. “Draw me a picture.” The girl smiled her big toothy grin again and nodded.
Derek watched as she returned to the spot on the floor where she had been playing previously and begin drawing. A small smiled fell on to his lips, hoping she would be distracted for a while.
About twenty minutes later, she appeared in front of him. In her hand was a a picture. She shoved it towards him, a proud smile across him face. He gingerly took it, examining the messy child drawing. There were two stick figures, scribbly lines representing grass, a sun, and what he assumed to be a tree. Next to the smaller figure was an arrow with “Me” and next to the taller stick figure was “Derek” written “Darrick” in sloppy hand writing. Both of the stick figures were smiling, despite Derek almost always having a scowl on his face.
Derek couldn’t help but smile at this point. He’d never had a child think of him so highly, they were mostly scared of him. “Thank you.”
“Will you play with me now?” Asked (Y/n) sweetly. Derek had given up his gruff, apathetic persona at this point.
“Okay.” Derek spoke, placing down the drawing on the coffee table. “What do you want to play?”
“Hide’n’seek!” (Y/n) exclaimed.
Derek counted first. The game of hide’n’seek continued for about an hour. Derek had forgotten what it felt like to be young. It was all fun until (Y/n) tripped, busting her lip on the floor of the flat. Derek scooped her up as she began to cry, resting her on the couch.
“Shh,Shh,” He cooed. “It’s alright.” (Y/n) calmed down after a moment, and Derek got to work cleaning her wound.
After a while she had tired, and had worn Derek down completely. He collapsed on the couch, exhausted. He startled as (Y/n) climbed up onto the couch, snuggling in against Derek.
“Derek will you tell me a story?” She questioned sleepily.
“Sure.”
And so Derek rattled off a fictional tale of a princess being saved by a prince. After a moment, snores erupted from the child and a breath of relief escaped him. Eventually, without thinking, he fell asleep.
When Scott arrived well past the place-time he was supposed to pick (Y/n) up, he expected yelling. Anger. What he didn’t expect to find when he unlocked the door was Derek asleep, (Y/n) curled up next to him.
“Wow.” Commented Stiles breathlessly in a not-so hushed whispered. “I can’t even get her to sleep when I watch her.”
“Shh.” Scott said, scooping up (Y/n) into his arms. “Maybe we should get him to babysit all the time.”
Isaac can’t
stand it when you’re upset with him, especially when you won’t speak to him. It
doesn’t matter if you both start off angry. It doesn’t matter if it’s your
fault and you’re not speaking to him simply on principle. He doesn’t like the
silence that stretches between you. It gets under his skin in a way that
nothing else can until he’s coming back to you, desperate and eager for
reconciliation. And, of course, you can’t deny him when he gets like that. You
especially don’t mind the ‘reconciliation’ part.
Peter:
Peter
thinks it’s cute when you give him
the silent treatment. He laughs and asks if you’re giving him a “good, stern
not-talking-to”. You kind of want to smack him but it’s hard to stay mad at
someone that keeps smiling at you like that. Sigh. In the end, you almost
always cave even though you know Peter will be unbearably smug about it. And
the times you don’t? Well, Peter has other
ways to get you smiling again.
Derek:
Derek is insufferable
when you’re not talking to him. For someone who’s still a bit emotionally
constipated, he doesn’t handle it well when someone turns the tables on him.
Every time you turn around, he’s sighing heavily with displeasure. Honestly, he
basically turns into a sulky teenager. It’d be cute if it weren’t annoying. You
could end it yourself, but you’re just as stubborn as he is so you always hold
out until he’s the one coming to you. “I’m sorry. Now, will you just talk to
me?” He’ll ask moodily. You always turn to him, grin, and ask “What took you so
long?”
Malia:
The silent
treatment doesn’t really work on Malia. She doesn’t give you a single moment to
stew in your anger before she’s crowding into your space to suggest you work
things out some other way. It’s at times like this that you remember she was
stuck in her coyote form for years because this, the way she stalks towards you
and gazes at you hungrily, it’s primal. She’s always said that angry sex is
better than any other kind. With Malia, you’re inclined to agree.
Scott:
The silent
treatment never lasts for more than five minutes with Scott. He’s got that
kicked puppy look that tears you up inside and you know he knows it. He’s not
nearly as innocent as his adorable face would lead you to believe. You know he’s
playing you. But when that sunny smile of his replaces those pouty lips, you
can’t even bring yourself to care.
Kira:
The silent
treatment never last for more than three minutes with Kira. She’s got the same
innocent kind of face that Scott does but where he pretends to be hurt to win people
over with his puppy eyes, Kira is actually hurt when you won’t speak to her. The fact that you know it’s seriously causing her pain means that you can never
keep it up for long. When all is said and done, you’re the one that ends up
comforting her.
Lydia:
Lydia can
withstand the silent treatment for days. And
she gives as good as she gets. When she’s fed up with it, she’ll tell you to
stop being an idiot. You can’t fix anything if you don’t talk it out. And Lydia’s
the smartest person you know so you usually listen. But when it’s you getting
the silent treatment, nothing you say can get her to talk to you. Lydia only
does things on her own timetable. But you knew that when you fell in love with
her.
Allison:
You’re
not allowed to give Allison the silent treatment. She’ll keep talking at you
until you find yourself talking back. Allison has spent too much time in a
family where there wasn’t nearly enough talking and she knows that’s a big part
of what tore them apart. So, Allison insists on always getting everything out on
the table. No secrets, no hidden resentment, just truth. You’re never scared of
where your relationship with Allison will end up because she makes sure that
you’re keeping the lines of communication open. You can’t help but love someone
who refuses to let you fail.
Stiles:
Stiles
almost prefers the silent treatment to actually fighting. In a fight, you’re
just too good at frustrating him and making him trip over his words. Just
because you’re not speaking, doesn’t mean you’re not listening. Stiles uses
that to his advantage. He’ll try to make you see his side of the argument when
he’s convinced that you’re the one in the wrong. When he knows he is, he’ll
use the opportunity to apologize, slowly creeping closer, testing the waters to
see if you’re feeling forgiving. And let’s face it, when Stiles is offering
apology cuddles, you’re not ever going to turn him down.
Jackson:
Honestly,
Jackson resorts to using the silent treatment more than you do. When you’re
both angry, you have to wait for Jackson to cool off before even attempting to
speak to him again. But when he knows that you’re upset and it’s genuinely his
fault, Jackson turns into something resembling an actual human being. He’ll be
sweet and try to soothe you. It usually ends up working because it really shows you that hurting you actually hurts him too. You kind of love this
side of him that no one else gets to see. You know he’s a dick half the time but somehow, that didn’t stop
you from falling for him. And you think times like this might be why.
Danny:
Everyone
loves Danny. But that doesn’t make him perfect. In fact, his popularity is part
of the problem sometimes. Everyone wants a piece of Danny’s attention, leaving
little time for you. Danny knows he’s spent a little too much time away from
you when you won’t speak to him. He immediately feels guilty when this happens
and apologizes profusely. It throws him off because he isn’t used to being kept at arm’s length. However, you can never resist his charms for long, especially when
he promises you some quality time, just the two of you. Starting immediately.
It won’t always be enough, but for now, it’s a pretty good deal.
Liam:
Liam hates when you give him the silent
treatment. He huffs and acts like he’s going to return the favor. Crossing his
arms and turning away from you but he’s turning back thirty seconds later and
reaching for you before he thinks better of it. “Please, talk to me,” he pleads
with earnest eyes. It’s hard to stay mad at him when he’s looking at you like
that but you fight the urge to give in. “Baby, please.” That’s what always does it, that ‘baby’. You can’t stay
mad when he calls you that. You wonder how long it will take him to realize the
ace up his sleeve and you can only hope you’ll build up a resistance to it
before he does.
Erica:
Erica acts
unbothered when you give her the silent treatment. You aren’t really fooled
though because she stays close, always hovering nearby in case you decide you
aren’t mad at her anymore. Despite the confidence that came with becoming a
werewolf, Erica still has this underlying need to please, especially the people
she cares about. You try not to use that against her, even when you’re angry,
but you can’t deny that it feels nice to know that she’s waiting. You usually take
pity on her pretty quickly because making up always feels so much better than
not speaking to her.
Boyd:
You don’t
give Boyd the silent treatment. He’s so
much better at it than you. Why fight a losing battle?
Scott: Scott’s lacrosse sweatshirt might actually be the comfiest thing in existence. It was fuzzy on the inside, and kept you toasty warm. Not only that, but it always somehow still smelt a little like Scott. When you would go and watch the boys lacrosse practice, you would always sneak down and steal it right off the bench. Not that Scott even minded, he was proud that a beautiful girl like you was wearing his sweatshirt.
Stiles: Stiles had this black hoodie, with a batman symbol right in the middle that you two would always fight over. Of course it was play fighting, you two usually arguing over who was the bigger batman fan. Lets just say, you usually won, wearing the hoodie with triumph. Stiles actually ended up buying you a matching one, just to stop the arguments, even though they were adorable in his eyes.
Derek: Derek’s famous leather jacket. Yup, that piece of clothing was your favorite thing. It was pretty big on you, which allowed you to snuggle into it even more. Derek would huff in annoyance when he would go looking for it, and find you snuggled up on HIS couch watching tv.
Isaac: All Beacon Hills lacrosse players had two jerseys. One for home games, and one for away games. Let’s just say, whenever Isaac had an away game, he would have to hunt you down to get his jersey back. You loved repping his number fourteen jersey, with Lahey in bold across your back. And even though he would act playfully annoyed when he would have to come all the way to your house to get it back, he truthfully loved how proud you were to wear his name.
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