#derek hale x gender!neutral reader

[queenmayor23]

Let the kid play

Derek: You don’t even know who my son is?

Coach: I don’t know who you are. But you look pretty athletic, so I’m guessing your son is too.

Y/N *walks into the office.*: He’s my son too coach.

Coach: Which one?

*Derek points to Eli fumbling the splint bag*

Coach: Are you sure he wasn’t switched at birth?

Y/N: We’ll considering it was a home birth and the only people there were me, my doctor, and Melissa McCall, don’t think so.

[sundrop-writes]

you were nice to me and acknowledged my existence so i hope you know that means you’ve unknowingly asked for all my dumbass, hyper-specific 12AM bullshit thoughts.

you can turn this into a mini blurb or teen wolf pack headcanon - whatever works for you, but who do you think in the pack is would be into you wearing a necklace (or any form of jewelry really) with their name/initial on it? are they buying it for you or is it something you would have to initiate, do they want one too with your name/initial on it?

i know it’s not everyone’s thing but i think it can be really adorable 🥰

if this isn’t your vibe just let me know, no biggie 🩷

This is absolutely my vibe!!! I love this prompt so much omg. Also, I love it when people come to me with their random 12am bullshit - whether it's just to rant in my inbox about fictional characters or to suggest fic ideas. This is what Tumblr inboxes are for

My requests for Teen Wolf are open!! Just make sure to read my rules first!!

What would the pack think of you wearing a necklace that represents them?

A/N: I changed it from an initial to a representative symbol, partially because of a tiktok that Star sent me the other day of someone selling Teen Wolf necklaces in an Etsy shop that I can't stop thinking about and I want one so badly, and partially because I think Derek's tattoo would make a really amazing necklace.

Warnings: descriptions of canon level violence, I tried to make the reader as gender neutral as possible (please let me know if I messed up anywhere on that), Isaac's low self eesteem due to his father's abuse, mentions of Jackson x Lydia, references to sex (but nothing descriptively smutty), I think that's it.

Includes: Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes (I got tired while writing this so that's all the characters we have lmao)

Derek would love it. It would be his idea - he would be the one to give you the necklace.

He met you shortly before becoming an Alpha, and you were the defining member of his pack. You were the first person he had bitten in order to turn them - you had been bleeding out outside of the Hale house after Peter had stuck his claws through your stomach, sensing Derek's attachment to you (even if it was something that Derek himself hesitated to admit), and he had called Derek weak for taking a liking to you. So the moment after Derek had slashed Peter's throat open, making him the Alpha, he had used his new found power to bite you, ultimately saving your life.

You were someone he had once viewed as his weakness, but he had come to realize that you were his ultimate strength. You showed him how to interact with Erica, Isaac, and Boyd with kindness and understanding, you showed him how to harness his Alpha power with more than just the anger he harboured inside. You showed him love - something his isolated heart hadn't felt in years.

To him, the triskele tattoo on his back represented the three forms of a wolf could take - the powerful, leading Alpha, the following Beta, and isolated, weak Omega. It represents how a wolf can rise to power, but he can also fall to weakness if he's not careful.

When he gave you a necklace with that same symbol as its pendant, he explained to you why it was so important to him that you wear it.

"You have helped me rise to my full potential." He told you, pinning the clasp behind your neck. "Every time I look at this around your neck, I want to be reminded of that. I want to be reminded not to fall to anything less." He kissed the base of your neck, causing you to break into a large smile as his thick, warm arms wrapped around you from behind. "I need to be reminded to serve you a good, loyal Alpha every single day. Not to fall back into my former weaknesses."

"I thought I was your weakness?"

"No. You're my strength."

Isaac would be unsure about it. And it most definitely was not his idea.

It started with you and Lydia hanging out before a lacrosse game - the two of you were getting ready in her room, and while she finished up her makeup, she said 'oh!' as if suddenly remembering something, and then went to her jewellery box. You looked on in curiosity as she pulled out a necklace, and when you squinted closer, you saw that it was a silver pendant with the number 37 on it.

"What's that?" You asked.

"It's Jackson's jersey number." She told you. "It's good luck for a player's girlfriend to wear his jersey number, and I didn't want some big ugly jacket with the numbers written on the back."

It made you wonder if you should wear Isaac's jersey number to the game, even though the two of you had been playing around with dating, not exactly official. Isaac was hesitant on PDA and labels. Lydia encouraged you, though, and she ended up using a red lipstick to write his number 14 on your cheek, making you look like a crazed fan - but everybody at the game already knew who you were there for.

Before the next game, Lydia gifted you with a necklace similarly to her own, with the promise that she wouldn't have to freeze her ass off in the stands alone - and to her, it was like the two of you had matching best friend necklaces, representing the lugheads that you cheered for on the field together. At first, you only wore it to games. But then you found comfort in wearing it all the time.

Isaac, of course, took notice of this - his eyes easily magnetized to the number 14 glimmering on the silver chain around your neck.

He felt like he didn't deserve to have a mark on you. He was undeserving of claiming you, undeserving of being called your 'boyfriend'. He was worthless, and you wearing something that represented some kind of serious relationship between the two of you - why did you want him? Why?

After a long, tiring night of talking, some tears, and eventually some kissing - he finally understood. And from then on, he was more than proud to have his 14 constantly shining around your neck.

Scott would love it. But it would be your idea.

The two of you had to date in secret - your family had a loyalty, an alignment with the Argents, so you couldn't be seen with Scott in public, creating a deep frustration between the two of you when you couldn't hold hands in the hallways or go on 'real' dates like other couples could. Scott expressed a deep frustration at loving you, being your boyfriend, but not getting to be yours twenty-four seven like he wanted to, and that's what caused you to come up with the idea.

You got a silver heart locket necklace, and inside, put a picture of the two of you. Well - it was a piece of the picture of the two of you. You grabbed a photo of the two of you kissing, and cut out the space that had formed between your necks when your lips came together in a kiss - to anybody else (most important, if your family saw it) it would have looked like a photo of blank sky. But you and Scott were the only two people in the world who knew what the photo truly was.

And you gave him the rest of the photo with the missing heart shape cut out between the two of you so that he could be reminded of your next words every single time he looked at it.

"The space between us isn't what matters." You told him firmly, pointing to the space you had cut out of the photo. "No matter how big that space gets, we always know how much we love each other. We'll always have each other."

From then on, every single time he looked at the silver heart dangling around your neck, it was something he remembered with a smile. No matter how far the two of you had to be apart, no matter for how long - your love kept you together.

Stiles would absolutely love it. It would be his idea.

Stiles would be incredibly shy and shitting his pants nervous about asking you to wear his numbers, but the week before, you had asked him to be your boyfriend after a roaring success of a first date that he had no clue how he landed with you. His first game as a first linger was coming up, and he felt like things could only go up from here.

He had you, he was first line, so - he steadied his courage as he tightly gripped the black velvet box that had the shiny gold necklace in it, praying that this wouldn't be too much, too soon. Praying that he wasn't going to scare you off.

"Um, hey." He greeted you at your locker, a ball of nervous energy that had you giving him a questioning eyebrow.

"Good morning." You smiled at him, wondering why he was acting so strange. You leaned in and kissed him on the lips - a light, chaste kiss in greeting, and he felt himself nearly knocked over by the joy of it.

This was really real. He had you.

"What's that?" You asked, motioning toward the box in his hands.

"Oh, uh - a gift." He said. "For you."

"Stiles, you didn't have to. It's not my birthday or anything."

"I know." He said. "I want to - to do something special. To celebrate you being mine."

An intense wave of butterflies overtook you at this, and you look on in awe as he opened the box, presenting the necklace to you.

"It's - um - it's my jersey number. Ya know - 24. Just - it's a thing that people usually do, wearing their boyfriend's number... and I - am I being too weird? I'm sorry." He went off rambling the longer that you didn't speak, and you quickly raised a hand to his wrist, trying to calm him with a soothing touch there.

"I love it." You assured him with a smile. "Thank you. I can't wait to wear it."

"I could... help you put it on now?"

You nodded enthusiastically, and he excitedly grabbed it out of the box.

From then on, you never took it off. You were more than proud to be his, and proud to show it off by wearing the necklace.

Erica would fucking love it, but it wouldn't really be intentional on either of your behalves.

One thing Erica never expected about becoming a werewolf - how possessive it would make her. But being able to smell when someone had touched you, being able to hear how hard your heart pounded when you were scared or anxious - it made her want to rip apart anybody who even looked at you the wrong way. The two of you weren't even officially dating. Your friendship always crossed weird lines - you were the only person who was kind to her when she was an outcast, and after she transformed, you were the only person she knew for certain didn't just want her for her body.

The sex between the two of you was amazing, but you never talked about feelings.

One night in the haste of undressing, she dropped a necklace on your floor - a nameplate necklace that her parents had gotten for her birthday a few years ago. You didn't want to forget to bring it back to her, and you thought it was funny, a kind of joke - so you put it on. You thought nothing of having the name 'Erica' dangling around your neck in bold silver letters.

When Erica saw it - it drove all of her wolfish instincts insane. Seeing her claim on you, her name literally written across you - it took everything she had in her not to throw you across a table in the middle of the library and fuck your brains out, then and there.

And she saw the way other people reacted to it too. The way guys would go to flirt with you, but then their eyes would dart down to the necklace and then look to her, as if finally noticing her presence glaring at them, telling them to back off - and then they would scatter in fear. It was the first time in weeks that the two of you actually had peace.

So she implored you to keep it. She loved having a silent little claim on you. After all, wolves love claiming their territory, right?

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Teen Wolf Masterlist

[remussl0vers]

requesting guide

updated: 17.06.23

please make sure to read this before requesting anything — i'm hoping that you'll respect my boundaries on what am i comfortable with and with not writing.

MASTERLIST

I tend to curse often in my fics, and are usually comfortable with covering more serious topics, so make sure to check the content warning before hand. I always write warnings when I believe they're needed, but do let me know if you think something should be added!

also senders may request as many as they want <3

FORMS OF WRITING :

oneshot

imagine

headcanon

series

alphabet

I tend to write oneshots over 1000 words, so if you want feel free to specify if you want a long or short story.

CONTENT I WRITE :

fluff

angst

sensitive / triggering topics

gore

smut / spice

most tropes ( best at friends to lovers )

I'm pretty comfortable with writing sensitive topics as well as angst ( anyone who's read my works before will know that they're the things I write best ) however, if I'm not comfortable with the topic as a whole I will DM you, or possibly put it off for a while.

*If you have a writing prompt from somewhere as well, feel free to send it through !!

CHARACTERS :

male reader / ftm

gender neutral

genderfluid

original character

I do not write female readers / characters anymore. If there aren't specified pronouns then I will write it as a male character.

There are also some characters I only feel comfortable writing for with a male reader/character and vice versa, which I'll note who.

PAIRINGS :

love interests

platonic

family

polyamorous ships ; depends on the character

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE :

support of homophobia, transphobia, fatphobia, racism, sexism, pedophilia, incest ; if they're mentioned in a request in terms of the character being bullied / abused ( in the past ) then i may write it but NOT explicitly, only a mention

a pairing against a character's canon sexuality

rape

pregnancy

female reader

anime

WHO I WRITE FOR :

DEAD BOY DETECTIVES :

charles rowland

edwin payne

monty

niko sasaki ( not romantic )

crystal palace ( not romantic )

DESCENDANTS :

ben beast

harry hook

carlos de vil

jay

mal bertha

evie grimhilde

LOCKWOOD & CO :

anthony lockwood

lucy carlyle

george karim

quill kipps ( friends / family only )

MARAUDERS :

remus lupin

sirius black

regulus black

james potter

lily evans ( not romantic )

evan rosier

barty crouch jr

marlene mckinnon ( not romantic )

dorcas meadows ( not romantic )

pandora lovegood ( not romantic )

mary mcdonald ( not romantic )

MARVEL :

peter parker / spiderman ( tom and andrew )

loki laufeyson

kate bishop

yelena belova ( not romantic )

steve rogers

bucky barnes

pietro maximoff

wanda maximoff

valkyrie ( not romantic )

natasha romanoff

tony stark ( not romantic )

gwen stacy ( emma stone )

gwen stacy ( atsv )

*marvel and particularly the mcu is a fandom i'm more comfortable with than most, so if there is a character not listed, then i may or may not write for them

NARNIA :

prince caspian

peter pevensie

edmund pevensie ( only during dawn treader )

SHADOW AND BONE / SIX OF CROWS :

kaz brekker

inej ghafa

jesper fahey

wylan van eck

nina zenik

alina starkov

nikolai lantsov

genya safin ( not romantic )

matthias helvar

STRANGER THINGS :

steve harrington

jonathon byers

max mayfield

robin buckley ( not romantic )

TEEN WOLF :

stiles stilinski ( *i will take most/all dylan obrien characters )

isaac lahey

scott mccall

liam dunbar ( not romantic )

allison argent

malia tate

lydia martin ( not romantic )

kira yukimura

derek hale

THE HUNGER GAMES :

finnick odair

peeta mellark

katniss everdeen

THE MAZE RUNNER :

newt

thomas

minho

X-MEN :

logan howlett

charles xavier ( james mcavoy )

jean grey

mystique

rogue

erik lehnsherr ( not romantic )

wade wilson / deadpool

kitty pryde

bobby drake

*FANDOMS COMING SOON : PJO, DISNEY, HANNIBAL

[aew-kun-age-regression]

"Thunder.."

Pairings: Platonic!Caregiver!Derek Hale, Platonic!Caregiver!Peter Hale, Platonic!Little!Isaac Lahey x Little!Reader

Summary: A thunder storm happens and you and Isaac don't like the noise. At least Derek and Peter are there to help.

Warnings: Derek calls Peter a dufus, not liking thunder because of the loud noise (no specified reason) Nicknames (Kids/Kiddos, Isa - Isaac, Sweetheart)

(Gender Neutral Reader)

‼️THIS IS NOT NSFW‼️

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You and Isaac had been having a sleepover, Derek being left in charge of watching the two of you. It had reached a point in the afternoon where the two of you had got tired and Derek asked if you guys needed a nap.

After a little convincing both you and Isaac agreed and so Isaac laid on the sofa, whilst you curled up on another sofa. The two of you quickly fell asleep.

Derek looked over to the two of you before going to get a couple of blankets for you. He went upstairs and went towards a cupboard.

"Hello Derek."

"Jeez! Peter.. Christ.. what are you doing?" Derek exclaimed.

"Nothing really. I was bored so I'm here" He answered.

"Okay well then be helpful and help me take some blankets downstairs"

"Why?"

"Because the kids are downstairs and asleep and it's getting cold..?"

"When you say 'the kids' do you mean like Scott and Stiles and the teenagers that for some reason are always here..? Or-"

"No dufus I mean I mean Isaac and Reader" Derek sighed.

"Oh, yeah okay in that case I can help"

Derek picked up a couple of blankets and started to hand some to Peter when a crash of thunder startled them.

"Oh no.." Derek mumbled.

"What..?"

"The kids.."

Peter and Derek quickly made their way downstairs, looking over to you and Isaac.

The two of you were huddled together, your hands were over the top of Isaacs over his ears - trying to help him muffle the noise.

"is okay Isa..." You whispered to him.

Derek and Peter approached the two of you.

"Kiddos..?" Peter quietly said.

"Mhm.." you muttered.

Peter looked at Derek and nodded.

Derek carefully removed your hands from Isacc, replacing it with his own. He looks at Isacc smiling softly, lightly tapping his hands against Isaacs to a beat, giving Isaac something to focus on and help him calm down.

Peter then gently took your hands and looks at you.

"Are you okay?"

"Too louds..."

"Oh sweetheart it's okay it can't hurt you.."

"Mmmm..."

"Come here.."

He carefully picked you up, bouncing you lightly in his arms.

After about 20 minutes of Derek calming Isaac and Peter calming you down the two adults decided on putting on a movie.

"What movie should we watch?" Derek asked.

"Aladdin..?" Isaac quietly asked.

You nodded eagerly.

Peter chuckled.

"Aladdin it is then"

Derek put on Aladdin and the four of you spent the rest of the evening watching Disney movies.

[snowdropluck204]

Masterlist:

Key: Fluff ^ Angst * GN Reader # Fem Reader /

Please note that as far as I'm aware, all my headcanons ARE gender neutral, whereas my oneshots and series will most likely be female readers. (If there are gendered terms in my headcanons, please let me know so I can fix it!) _________________________

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid x Fem! Streamer! Reader

(Spencer reacts to his girlfriend playing and streaming various games!)

PT 1 Stardew Valley PT 2 Pumpkin Panic

A Date With Death (Spencer Reid x Fem! Unsub! Reader)

PT 1 PT 2

Magnetic Force (Spencer Reid x Fem! Genius! Reader)

PT 1

Spencer Reid Headcanons (Separate Masterlist)

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Hazbin Hotel

How They React to You Being Powerful (And a bit InSanE) #^

(Alastor, Angel Dust, Husker, Lucifer)

How You React to Angel Dust Speaking Italian ^#

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Harry Potter Characters

Second Chances ^*/ (Mattheo Riddle x Fem! Reader)

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Hogwarts Legacy

If You Let Me ^*/ (Sebastian Sallow x Fem! Reader)

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Stranger Things

Honey ^/ (Steve Harrington x Single Mother! Reader)

PT 1 PT 2

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Riverdale

Sweetness ^/* (Sweet Pea x Fem! Reader)

PT 1

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BNHA (Headcanons)

Comforting Their SO ^#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

How Your Relationship Started ^#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

How They React to Their SO Getting Sick ^#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

How They React to Their SO Getting Stalked ^*#

PT 1 (Sero, Shinsou, Tokoyami, Shigaraki)

PT 2 (Bakugou, Kirishima, Midoriya, Aizawa, Keigo)

PT 3 (Kurogiri, Dabi, Toga)

How They Would React to an SO Taller/Shorter Than Them ^#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

How You Two Would Sleep ^#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

PT 2 (Hawks, Eraser Head, Fatgum, Mirko, Midnight, Present Mic)

Their SO Comforts Them ^*#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

Yandere Headcanons *#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

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BNHA (Series)

You're My Prize (Shoto Todoroki x Mafia! Fem! Reader) ^*/

PT 1 PT 2 PT 3

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Haikyuu!! (Headcanons)

How You Two Sleep ^#

PT 1 - Captains (Daichi, Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto, Kita, Ushijima)

Pick Up Lines They Use On You ^#

PT 1 - Captains (Daichi, Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto, Kita, Ushijima)

When They Want Affection ^#

PT 1 - Setters (Oikawa, Atsumu, Kenma, Kageyama, Akaashi)

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Teen Wolf (Series)

Beware the Spirits of the Vengeful ^*/

PT 1 PT 2 PT 3 PT 4 PT 5 (Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey)

Balloons (Stiles Stilinski x Reader) ^*/

PT 1

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[royalxenawolf]

x Reader Writing Info

Writing Info!

Hey everyone Xena here and this is My writing info page/post

This has all the important stuff on who I write for what I will write and what I will not write, and yes requests are open but i do ask that you understand that i will take my time when filling requests so that i do not get overwhelmed

When you make a request if a gender is not specified like male reader or female reader then I will just write the reader as gender-neutral also if pronouns are not specified then I will write that they use they/them pronouns

Also when it comes to requests there is no limit on how many requests a individual person can make at a time all I ask is that you understand that it might take me a little bit to get to each individual request and write something for it but there are no limits so request away I actually really like getting requests and I try to fulfill them to the best of my abilities

a request that includes a prompt is really helpful but not completely necessary

Now on to all the other info

What I will write:

Character x Reader(Female, Male, Gender-neutral, it'll probably mostly be female and or gender-neutral in the beginning because I've only ever wrote female and gender-neutral and never male but I am willing to try, so please bear with me as I learn)

SFW

NSFW 🔞

ABO/Omegaverse

Fluff/cute stuff/really sweet romantic stuff/really cute friend or sibling stuff

Platonic relationships(they view you as a friend, a parental figure, a child(they are parental towards you) or a young/older sibling)

Ploy-relationships(as long as it is not any kind of incest)

Headconons

Some kinky stuff(if you make a request for something and I'm not comfortable writing for it, then I will not write for it, I am not going to throw away my own comfort and boundaries to fill a request)

AU's

What I will not write:

Dub-con or non-con(no, just no)

Knife play or anything involving a sharp object in that type of setting really

Yandere(I have nothing against this I actually do like a good yandere fanfic but I personally just don't think I would be good at writing them)

any kind of romantic or sexual type of fanfic for a character that is underage!!

What I will write for(might add more later):

Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Supernatural

Teen Wolf

Marauders Era

Who I write for(might add more later):

SFW

BtVS Spike

Rupert Giles

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Scott McCall

Derek Hale

Stiles Stilinski

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

NSFW 🔞

BtVS Spike

Dean Winchester

Derek Hale

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Platonic relationships

BtVS Spike

BtVS Rupert Giles

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Scott McCall

Derek Hale

Stiles Stilinski

Buffy Summers

Joyce Summers

Melissa McCall

Noah Stilinski

Bobby Singer

Jody Mills

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

And that brings us to the end of the post! happy requesting!

[teenwolffan-with-nolife]

Hidden Truths

Word Count: 1,756

Characters: Derek Hale, Reader, OC Character

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader (gender!netural)

Warnings: mentions of past abuse, flashbacks of past-abuse, slight mentions/hints of sexual assault, angst, very small fluff

A/N: i wouldn’t consider this a dark!fic, but it can possibly be triggering to some, so be careful if you choose to reader

A/N 2: 200th fic!!! Thank you all for supporting me and i forgot to say it but thank you so much for 1.8k! You guys literally help me so much i love you all! Requests are open, I’ll try to do as many as I can!

A/N 3: okay so I started this yesterday but wrote the majority of it today, I’ve been up for nearly 24 hours, all mistakes are my own, and I couldn’t come up with a title... hopefully its not complete BS? anyways ily all

Masterlist

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” the door slammed shut behind him, the two of you entering the house.

You kept your eye contact to the floor, trying to avoid him.

“You embarrassed me in front of my friends,” his jaw was clenched, anger was seething from him, you could feel it from across the room.

“I'm sorry-”

“Sorry can’t go back in time and fix it. I've had just about enough of you,” your jaw clenched, tears slipping down your cheek. Your heart was beating in the back of your head.

You gasped softly, your eyes opening as you jumped up, looking around the room anxiously.

It’s okay, you’re safe

You let out a shaky breath, before looking down at Derek’s sleeping figure. His hands were on your waist, while you laid back down, stroking his cheek gently.

You looked at the clock, seeing it was nearly 8 as you sighed before you shook him gently.

“Good morning,” you whispered.

He kept his eyes close, pulling you in slightly while a small smile grew on your face.

“Derek, it’s almost 8,” you said.

“We don’t have anything important today,” he argued.

“Come on!” you pulled on his arm while he groaned, before sitting up.

“I’m up now,” he raised an eyebrow.

“I can see that,” you smiled.

He scoffed, before pressing his lips against yours.

“Good morning Ms. (Y/L/N),” you rested your forehead against his.

“Oh, stop calling me that,” you sighed.

“So, about 1,000 people can call you that but I can’t?” 

“Not on weekends and definitely not at 7:43 in the morning,” you heard Derek groan again, looking at the clock.

“Okay, you know what? Waking up early, we can start moving your stuff in here, yeah?” you nodded softly before Derek pressed a kiss against your cheek.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” he got out of bed, before reaching for your hand.

“Will you join me in the shower?” he raised an eyebrow.

You nodded your head, before hearing your phone ringing.

“I’ll be there in one minute,” he nodded, walking into the bathroom while you answered your phone.

“Mom? Why are you awake, it’s not even 8,” you yawned slightly, before pushing yourself to your feet.

Her breathing was uneven on the other line as you frowned, tensing slightly.

“Mom?” you repeated.

“How would you react if I said…” 

“Said what, Mom? You're scaring me.”

“What if I told you a certain someone got out of jail,” you felt your heart stop. You knew what she meant, you knew who she was talking about. 

You felt your breath get hitched in your throat before you swallowed.

“Are you there?”

“Y-Yeah… What do you mean got out of jail? How? He’s supposed to be locked up for 3 more years,” you could feel your heart rate increasing in your chest, while you tried to control your emotions.

“Let him out early, on good behavior.”

“That’s bullshit, Mom.”

“Exactly what I said. Promise me you’ll stay safe,” you nodded before remembering she couldn't see you.

“I promise, Mom,” she hung up the call before you felt your chest ache slightly, feeling fear rising in your bones.

You got a restraining order years ago, but you didn’t think he would care. 

Everything was finally good for you, it took nearly 7 years, but you moved on. You had been with Derek for one whole year, there was no one else you’d ever felt like that about.

He never scared you, not even with being a werewolf. He always showed he cared about you, the two of you barely fought with each other.

Memories began rushing to your head as you sighed, running your fingers through your hair.

You closed your eyes, feeling a tear slip down before you wiped it away.

“Hey, you coming?” you heard Derek call.

“Yeah, be right there!” you quickly wiped away your tears, taking a shaky breath.

You can do this, it’s gonna be okay 

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“Are you okay?”

You snapped out of your daydream state, clearing your throat before giving a small smile to Derek.

“I’m fine, why?” you asked softly.

“You've been quiet today. Is everything okay at home?” he stroked your hand softly, placing a box on the floor as you turned to face him.

“Yeah, my mom just wanted to check in on us,” you felt guilty for lying to Derek, but you weren't ready for the truth. Not yet.

You knew you needed to talk about it soon, Derek didn't hide things from you, no matter how bad.

“Okay… you know you can tell me anything, right?” you nodded, before pressing a small kiss to his cheek.

“I know. Thank you,” he put his arm on your waist, before pulling you to your couch.

“There’s only a few boxes left. You should sit down for a minute, I’ll grab the last of your stuff,” Derek said.

“Oh, you don't-”

“It’s okay. I want to,” he pressed a small kiss to your lips, before walking away.

A smile appeared on your face, before you felt a sadness take over you. 

You quickly shot your mom a text, asking if anything had happened, or if she knew where your ex was.

You sat on the couch,  finding it nearly impossible to sit still.

It’s okay, I have Derek 

---

“Hey,” you tensed slightly, the sting of your bruised eye was blocking all your other senses, you couldn't hear him coming in.

You stood up from the bed, clenched your jaw.

“I wanted to apologize,”  you could smell the stench of alcohol reeking from him, he only ever talked like this when he was drunk.

“It’s okay,” you shook your head.

“It’s my fault, really. I didn't tell you what not to talk about, I thought you would've been smarter to piece it together,” you felt a pang in your chest as you remained stiff.

He stumbled over his feet, walking to you before pressing his lips against yours.

You backed away, shaking your head.

“It’s okay,” you said again.

“Come on,” his hand traveled to your waist, pulling you gently to the bed.

“I’m not in the mood right now,” you said softly.

“Shh,” you felt tears rush to your eyes, knowing what he would do. You couldn't say no.

You nodded softly, seeing a smirk on his face before he directed you to the bed.

You walked outside of your apartment building, taking a deep breath as you rubbed the back of your neck.

Fuck

You paced around, before biting your nail,  feeling your heart racing. You couldn't calm down, you felt sick.

You looked around anxiously, not exactly sure what you were looking for. You didn't know how long he was out for, but there was no way he would know you were in Beacon Hills.

You heard footsteps behind you, instantly tensing up.

“(Y/N/N),” Derek put his hand on your shoulder as you jumped slightly, before turning to face him.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” you saw Derek tense as you shook your head, your vision getting diverted to something else.

You could hear your heart beating in your ears, hearing Derek’s words from afar.

“We don’t have to do this, you don't have to move into the loft,” he said softly.

“What? N-No, that’s not-” you shook your head.

“You’ve been acting differently all day. If you don't want to do this, you know we don’t have to,” Derek put his hands on both sides of your face, wiping away a tear you didn't know you had.

“No, that’s not why. I’m sorry, it’s just-” you paused, seeing a familiar car parked across the street as you let out a shaky breath, putting your hand over your mouth.

“(Y/N/N), hey,” you saw a worried look on Derek’s face, while he looked into your eyes.

“Can we go back to the loft?” your voice broke slightly before Derek nodded softly.

“Yeah, of course. Come on,” he held your hand while leading you into his car before the two of you drove off.

---

“Here,” Derek wrapped a blanket around you, while you sat on the couch, your eyes bloodshot.

“I’m sorry for all of this,” you whispered.

“You didn't do anything wrong. Just, please talk to me,” you nodded.

Derek stroked your hand softly, you realized you were shaking.

“Derek… a few years ago, I had this… really bad…” you paused, tears rushing to your eyes as you sniffled, before letting out a shaky exhale.

“H-He went to jail, but then he got out,” your voice broke as you saw Derek tense.

“That's why my mom called me this morning, she was telling me. I saw his car when we were at my apartment, a-and I don't know how he found me, or-” you stopped yourself, before Derek wrapped his arms around you tightly.

You felt a sob erupt from your chest as you buried yourself in his arms.

“I’m sorry I didn't tell you before, I’m so sorry I lied to you,” you cried.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, (Y/N). Look,” he wiped your tears, looking into your eyes as you looked back at him.

“You don't need to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong. I still love you, no matter what and I’m here with you through this. Do you have a restraining order or anything?” Derek started.

You nodded softly.

“Okay, that’s good. I’m not leaving your sight, I guess we’ll have to get used to spending every second of every day with each other. He is a shitty person, you deserved better and I can't believe you… you deserve the world. We're gonna do this, together. I’m right here for you,” you let out a shaky breath before Derek pressed his lips against your forehead.

“I’m scared,” you cried softly.

“It's gonna be okay, (Y/N/N),” he held you tightly, as you rested your head on his chest.

He continued to caress your arm, keeping you calm.

---

After waiting a few minutes after you fell asleep, Derek lifted you gently, placing you in the bed before he clenched his jaw, his eyes bloodshot, filled with anger and tears.

The thought of anyone even looking at you the wrong way made him mad, he couldn't imagine what happened. All he knew was that he loved you, and he was there for you.

He put his jacket on, grabbing his keys before exiting the loft. 

For (Y/N)

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[daddyissuesmademe]

I understand

Pairing: MultiMale!Insert x gender neutral ! reader

Word Count: 418

Warning: riding, choking, dirty talk, penetrative sex, degrading, dom!male  x gn!reader.

18+ NSFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT

“Look at me.”

His tone is low, almost a growl. It was an order. You were so good at following his orders but your pure state of ecstasy made your world a blur. 

“I said, Look at me” 

His words set in tone as you felt your chin harshly tugged at to look at him. His face so close to yours, his eyes staring into your soul and his cocky smirk looking at your state of pleasure, 

“So much for being a show off, huh ? You talk about how you are so independent, so self sufficient, but it’s all talk isn't it?”

You whimpered at his words how they mocked you but wanted him, His hands, His lips, HIs body, all of it. 

“. .. You know how I know that, baby? Hmm? It’s because my cock is buried so deep inside you that I can feel it here”  his hands trailed from your chin to your stomach, and pressed down on the bulge where his cock hit just the spot. 

Both of your moans and grunts filled the room “.. and yet you are not full, you want more, so much more from me and guess what baby, I will give it to you, make you my own little cockdrunk whore. Fuck you so good you’ll feel me for days.  Oh, Darling I am going to ruin you and you won’t be able to do anything about it. Do you understand?”

You let out a loud moan at his filthy words, closing your eyes and grinding down harder on his cock wanting more of him. He was right, you were his cockdrunk whore who wanted more. You moved on his lap, wanting more. The only thought on your mind was how full you were. Oh he was going to fuck you brainless and you loved it. 

His words fell deaf on your ears as you shamelessly tried to get whatever you could out of him. Your cries of please and more fell deaf to him. 

You gasped as you felt his calloused hand around your throat squeezing lightly. Your eyes darted open, His eyes bore into yours for a moment before he dove in and bit you lower lip tugging it, knowing how much effect all of this had on you. Tightening his grip on your throat and smacking his hips into yours, the pleasure that ran through your body was intoxicating. With each thrust he called out to you again, 

“Do. You. Understand.”

[6rookie-writer0110]

Cold mars

Derek Hale X Reader (Gender-Neutral)

Request - Can I request a Derek Hale X reader (gender-neutral or male pls) I have an idea if you want to use it. Maybe the reader and Derek live together, the reader is a teacher and comes home after a tiring day and they cuddle (reader little spoon maybe)

I just want fluff with Derek Hale 😔

Derek called you and you picked up on the third ring. He already can tell that you're stressed out

“Rough day?” Derek asked.

“Rough week. I will be home in an hour, I'm just grading papers” You said.

“Do you want me to pick you up?” Derek asked.

“No. Remember I got the car and you have your motorcycle,” You said.

“Okay, text me when you're coming home,” Derek said

“Sure, babe,” You said.

You hang up the phone. Derek puts on his leather jacket and he left the house on his motorcycle. He went to buy your favorite food, he isn't much of a cook but he wants to help you feel stress-free. An hour later you send him a text and you drive home, you are glad is Friday and you just want to lie in your bed.

You open the door and you're happy to see him. He wrapped his arms around and kissed your head. He doesn't let go of you

“Glad to be home,” You said.

“I’m happy you're home. I got us dinner” Derek said.

“That explains the red stain on your tank top,” You said.

You stare into his eyes and he kissed you.

“Yeah, and it's pasta sauce” Derek smiled.

“What did you get,” You said.

“Your favorite food and dessert,” Derek said.

“Awesome,” You said.

“Go take a shower then we will eat,” Derek said.

“Okay,” You said.

He gave you a peck on the lips and you went to take a hot shower. Derek sets up the table and the drinks, you walk into the kitchen and you see Derek taking his tank top off, and you stare at his abs and he puts on a new shirt.

“Enjoying the show?” Derek teased.

“I’m definitely enjoying the show” You smiled.

You and Derek sit down and start to eat. Derek listens to you talk about your day and why you have been stressed out.

✯ ✬ ✯ ✬

After dinner, you and Derek cuddle on the couch and watch tv.

“Wow, I didn't notice it before but you look like him,” You said.

“I don't look like him,” Derek said.

“Yes, you do. Once you put on the glasses then you will become his twin” You said.

Derek rolled his eyes at you. You and Derek are watching Superman & Lois, he isn't convinced that he looks like Clark Kent.

“Y/n, I still don't see it,” Derek said.

You and Derek laughed.

“Eventually you will agree with me” You smiled.

“Well, you're going to wait forever” Derek smiled.

He gave you a peck on the lips. After watching tv, you and Derek go to bed. Derek is the big spoon and he kissed your shoulder. You and Derek talked a little more than fell asleep.

The next day, you and Derek are still in bed. His hand lies on your stomach under your shirt. You don't want to do anything right now

“I want to stay like this,” You said.

“We could stay like this” Derek said.

Later, you lie your head on his chest and he starts to talk about what is going on with him.

---

Monday, February 14...

You have been teaching all day. A little stressful but you managed to keep going. You are teaching English then you gave them an exam to do. You walk around the class make sure no one is cheating. You sit at your desk and start to read a book until they finish.

Derek arrived at the school and he walk towards your classroom. You are cleaning up

“Need help?” Derek asked.

“Hey, babe. I didn't know you were coming today” You said.

“I wanted to surprise you, babe. I got this for you, happy Valentine's day” Derek said.

You kissed him on the lips.

“Thanks, babe. I got your gift at home” You said.

“I actually know what you got me, y/n,” Derek said.

“How?” You asked.

“I was looking for my boots and I found them in the closet. I opened it and I saw what is inside” Derek said.

You and Derek smiled at each other and he kissed you. He got you a box of chocolate and you start to eat it with him.

“But I do like the gift you got for me, y/n,” Derek said.

“Good to know” You smiled.

Derek helped you clean the classroom then he takes you home.

[prismatica-the-strange]

Imagine...

Sitting on Derek's bed in a oversized sweater, with some hot tea and your book or phone or whatever.

It's quiet in the loft and you can hear the rain pattering against the windows, there's faint thunder far in the distance.

Derek is laying on his stomach next to you, one arm wrapped around your leg as he reads his own book.

It's calm, it's cozy, and it's peaceful.

[queenmayor23]

My Superman

1/? Prequel to “Let the kid play”. Not chronological. Takes place during the rave episode.

Y/N: You need to take a break. You’ve been cooped up in the loft and if you still want to be with me we need a night just for us.

Derek: So what are you thinking?

Y/N: Hear me out. Me. You. Candy and kids.

Derek: What? That’s ridiculous.

Y/N: As the child of the mayor I have to make appearances and that includes the Beacon Hills Trunk-Or-Treat. So we do that for an hour or two, then we take the jeep to the preserve for a dinner date under the stars.

*After giving out candy and eating dinner Y/N and Derek sit in the back of the jeep watching the stars in silence.*

Y/N: I know you’re mad at me.

Derek: I’m not mad just confused. Why didn’t you tell me we had to wear costumes?

Y/N: We both know if you had known you wouldn’t have came.

Derek: Okay then why did you get to wear a flannel and jeans and I had to put on this tight spandex bodysuit?

Y/N: I was a teen wolf. It’s in a movie my dad likes. And this was my one chance to make my dream a reality.

Derek: Why?

Y/N *softly smiling*: Because you Derek Hale have been, are, and always will be my Superman.

*Derek pulls Y/N close and they kiss. Minutes pass by and they come up for air.*

Derek: Come on. It’s getting chilly out here.

Y/N *laying in Derek’s chest, singing*: Look at the stars so far away. We’ve got tonight babe, why don’t we stay?

*Derek kisses Y/N again and he lays both of them down in the back of the jeep, legs dangling over the tailgate.*

Derek: This doesn’t have anything to do with the rave going on in my loft does it?

Y/N: No. The kids needed a night of debauchery and the twins were willing to pay and they promised me they would call if something happened. What they don’t know is that I plan on pulling the plug early.

Derek: Why?

Y/N: Phase one of payback for not listening to me when I said Jennifer was the Darach.

*Derek’s eyebrows raised.*

Y/N: Oh don’t worry. You had sex with her you’re fine.

[everything-here-is-incorrect]

Scott: so, is Y/N still mad at you?

Derek: you could say that

Scott: well, that makes you so sure?

previously

Derek: I love you

Y/N: wrong number

Derek: but you’re sitting right here!

Y/N: wrong address

Derek: wait, what?

Y/N: please leave your message after the tone, beep

[sundrop-writes]

(Un)Intimidated

Derek Hale x POTSie!GN!Reader Blurb

Word Count: 600

Sundrop's Main Masterlist

Warnings: the reader is gender neutral - the only pronouns used for the reader are you/yours; mentions of the reader having a 'girly' room (elements of pink and having stuffed animals); the reader has POTS - it is the main 'plot' of the fic (Derek can hear the reader's heartbeat). This is mostly just very self indulgent fluff.

A/N: So - again, I am on hiatus. But self indulgent fic ideas are getting to me. If you follow my main blog then you saw this one coming. Originally, my idea was to write something about Derek listening to the reader's heartbeat and catching them before they faint, but this fic is what happened when I started typing. Maybe I will write the other idea sometime, idk. Also, shoutout to the fact that I was writing this while having chest pains due to POTS. Wild

...

You had been assigned to ‘babysit’ Derek. 

What a glamorous role: sitting in your bedroom with a man on the run from the law (only because Scott had publicly (wrongfully) accused him of murder). 

When you first met Derek Hale, you had been intimidated by him. It was impossible not to be. He was more than six feet tall and impossibly broad - a giant wall of muscle that could have ripped you apart in seconds if he wanted to. But soon, you came to realize that he was… softer than other people gave him credit for. He had lost his entire family, and he was alone in the world. Of course he protected himself from that loneliness with bitterness and anger. But you saw glimpses of something else beneath. 

Especially now, when he was sitting in your bedroom on your pink beanbag chair, among a pile of stuffed animals, reading a YA romance novel that you had given him to entertain himself - he was almost… cute. 

He let out a gentle huff, seemingly frustrated, and you wondered if he had gotten caught up in the plot of the book - which would have been entirely amusing. 

“You okay?” You asked, putting down the pen you had been using to doodle with in your journal, giving him your full attention. “I can get us a snack or something if-” 

“Look, I’m sorry.” He mumbled out, so lowly that you almost didn’t catch the words. 

“What?” You gaped, wondering if you had misheard him. 

“I said: I’m sorry.” He repeated himself, slowly and a bit louder. 

Unfortunately this confused you even further. 

“What for?” You asked, moving to the edge of your bed and putting your feet on the floor, directing even more of your attention toward him. 

“I know Scott and Stiles are making you stay with me, but you don’t have to stay here if you’re going to be… scared.” He explained slowly, quietly, choosing his words carefully. “I know I’m not exactly the friendliest person-” 

“‘Scared’?” You repeated his own words back to him, unsure of what he meant. “Why do you think I’m scared?” 

“Your heart has been racing for the past hour - ever since I arrived.” He explained. “I know you must be afraid of me-” 

You let out a gentle laugh, shaking your head. 

It was Derek’s turn to be confused now. 

“I - I forgot that werewolves can do that.” You told him, putting a hand to your chest and feeling your own rapid heartbeat. “Scott told me, but…” You trailed off, and then you switched to a different line of thought completely. 

“I’m not scared of you.” You announced, entirely firm. 

With your heart thumping at the exact same rapid pace, Derek couldn’t tell if this was a lie or not. 

“But-” He tried to argue, and you cut him off. 

“I have a medical condition.” You explained. 

He looked at you with curiosity, and you continued. 

“It’s called Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome. It means that my entire nervous system is whack - and my heart speeds up or slows down when it’s not supposed to. Because the part of my brain that controls my heart rate is… broken. It also causes me to faint. Way too often.” 

Derek hated to hear you speak of yourself as ‘broken’, because he saw you as such a kind, perfect person. But he chose not to say anything about it. 

A hint of sadness, pity, drifted across Derek’s features - anybody else would have missed it, but since meeting him, you had focused on seeing beneath the surface of his bruteness, and you had started picking up on everything more than the toughness he projected. 

“Do you… need to go to a hospital?” He asked, concerned about the fact that your heart had been racing for more than an hour now. 

“No.” You assured him. “It’s like this all the time. I just need a lot of water - and rest.” 

He nodded. 

“So - you’re not afraid of me?” He confirmed gently. 

“No.” You nodded. “You’re really not that scary.” 

You flopped back onto the bed in order to lay down, but you didn’t miss the tiny uptick at the corner of his mouth - the small flash of a smile that he gave you at these words.

[timetowritesomefluff]

When you are sick

Scott

Scott would simultaneously be an angel as well as a helpless, floppy puppy. Like, you’re sick in bed and he’s sort of just anxiously hovering, hoping and waiting and watching for when you need something. He’s on the verge of making himself faint until you lift the covers and invite him in for cuddles.

He’s more than happy to comply: he’ll give you a few kisses, he doesn’t care how snotty you are or how gross you feel. He doesn’t even care if he gets sick (he won’t, I hc werewolves run extremely warm internal temps: handy if you run cold and want snuggles!), he just wants to be close and make you feel good.

Stiles

Stiles would situate you on the couch, fluffed pillows and juice in easy reach, the Mandolorian playing—he’d been trying to get you to watch it for aaaages, and the minute you were prone and helpless? BAM he got that baby playing.

But he’d be researching your each and every symptom, to the point where you’d be asking him very nerdy Star Wars questions just to get him to pay attention to you, and he’d be too absorbed in WebMD to expound into extremely complicated minutia about the SW universe.

It isn’t until you slowly, slowly, slowly close the lid of his laptop (he only pulled back his fingers at the very last second), and hit him with the biggest, slightly watery puppy dog eyes that he paused.

Cue Stiles rubbing your feet and excitedly explaining the Mandolorian scene. for. scene. You fell asleep at some point, but he understood it was just because you were sick. When you woke up, you saw him awkwardly situated on the couch, jaw agape and deeply asleep. He’d simply refused to move on the slightest chance any movement woke you up. He wasn’t all that upset when you woke up him, though, and guided him back down with you to cuddle. He’d be sneezing a few days later, but he’d just laugh and tell you it was SO worth it.

Derek

Derek is the errands guy: you need juice? Chicken soup? Heated blankets? Bath salts? How about some flowers, you want some pretty flowers on your nightstand? He’d be just about to head out again when you tugged at his sleeve. “I want YOU.” You’d explain stuffily.

He’d blush, but a soft little smile would light up the mouth of that chiseled face of perfection.

He’d kiss the top of your head, but then pick you up easily.

“You need some sunshine.” He’d say simply, and get you comfortably situated on a lawn chair. He’d sit on one facing your, the two of your legs comfortably entangling in each other.

Derek always has to be doing something, he can’t simply just SIT. So he’d pull out some cards, or checkers, balancing the board between you on his knees. Of course, being sick is no excuse for him to go easy on you: though he might have let you win a few hands when strip poker came up…not that you were complaining.

Isaac

Isaac takes a page from Scott’s book, and becomes an adorable, anxious puppy, but unlike Scott Isaac actually knows exactly what to do. Growing up, he took care of himself when he got sick. He’d have the couch completely tricked out: fresh sheets on the cushions, half a dozen pillows and your favorite blankets, saltines and ginger ale and jello on a nice little tray, your favorite movie loaded up…

You certainly didn’t LOOK sick when you gave him a brilliant smile.

You preferred him to the pillows, resting your head on his stomach. When you grew a little restless after a few hours, he noticed.

So instead of watching movies, he took up one his favorite books—one he always kept in his back pocket, Lord of the Rings. He slowly began the prologue, his voice rising and lowering in rhythm with the text. He’d run his fingers through your hair, gently soothing you until you felt calm, still, and grew sleepy. You barely felt the kiss on the top of your head as you were falling asleep, but you heard him reading even in your dreams.

Lydia

Lydia would know you were sick before you did: she suggested you start taking it a little easier, she’d subtly be passing a bottle of juice to you during History class, just oh-so-conveniently be making some chicken soup that evening. When you started to pick up on her little habits, you might question her—of course you’d just get that cute, dimpling little smirk, and then she’d distract you with some discourse over the latest Bachelor episodes.

Lydia would totally have gotten you over your cold before you even realized you had one: she’s a badass like that.

Of course, if you realize it after and confront her with it straight out, she’d admit you’d been looking under the weather.

It was lovely, having a girlfriend who noticed your littlest habits and things, so much to the point that she’d recognize it. All she’d ask for was a kiss…or two…or three. Now that you’re better, there’s nothing stopping you—right?

Allison

Allison is a firm believer of the ‘sweat it out’ method: you get a little sniffle, and she’s getting your running shoes out. Or it’s weights, maybe a swim if it’s summer.

She’d push you a little—Allison can be a liiiittle intense, and lives life like it. That might work: she’d be making sure you always had your favorite flavor of gatorade, your running socks are always clean, your sheets are always fresh because you’ve been sweating in your sleep.

If that doesn’t work, she will make sure you have the fluffiest pillows, your blankets are always freshly warm from the dryer, fridge stocked with juice. She’d be a little worried…a lot worried. Even if you’re taking a gentler approach to recovery, she’ll continue working out a little more vigorously than usual.

Not that that would mean she wasn’t taking excellent, excellent care of you. And she wouldn’t let something like a little bug come between cuddles and kisses. She could care less a she gently presses her lips to your forehead to check your temperature—and she’d smile as you guided her lower, to your mouth.

Malia

Malia is surprisingly calm (or so you think) about you being sick—though to be fair, you could do with a few less “in the wild” comments....

“In the wild, you’d probably be left for dead. Not by me, though. I wouldn’t eat you, either.”

You’d smile back weakly, and pat her hand.

“That’s nice, dear.”

Malia would smirk at you, maybe wink, and kiss your forehead before getting up to get you some more juice or crackers or whatever your little heart desires.

She’d keep an eye on you, and you’d be totally thinking she’s relaxed until someone else walks in the room....

Malia goes into full on PROTECT mode, growling and baring her teeth. You are the LOVE of her LIFE, and you’re not at full capacity: can you blame her? Just pull her down into bed with you and reassure her you’re fine with some major cuddles, it’s the only way to distract her.

[redbrickisaac]

Can I request an Isaac one where y/n is a human but has a falling out with her parents and they basically kick her out; Derek has become a sort of brotherly figure to her and when she shows up and tells him what went down he takes her in. Isaac and Y/n have always seemed to get on the others nerves, bickering and being snarky with each other, but when she moves in after a while they start to see different sides of the other, and how cute they look when they're half asleep in the morning etc lol?

 Pairing: Isaac X Reader

Musical Inspiration:“Dare” – Daya

Word Count:Approx. 2.3k

Warnings:Mentions of fights with parents, mentions of Isaac’s past, insomnia maybe? 

A/n: Do you recognize any of the things reader and Isaac watch together?

You and Isaac have never gotten along. It’s just too bad forhim that you’ve been in Derek’s life longer because his Alpha already feelsprotective of you. Derek knows that your relationship with your parents hasalways been volatile and he’s always offered you a place to crash when you needto get away. Perhaps Isaac never knew the reason you’d show up for a day or twoand crash in the apartment he and Derek share. You never confided in Isaac so,unless Derek told him, he probably just though you were encroaching on theirterritory, taking up time and space in their lives that wasn’t rightfullyyours. Maybe that’s why he never warmed to you.  

The night your parents kick you out for good and Derek givesyou a place to stay is the night things start to change between you and Isaac.

When you show up with a duffle on your shoulder, Derek letsyou in with no judgement, taking your bag from you and leading you to the guestroom without a word. You hear the creak of Isaac’s door as you pass and feelhis gaze on your back but ignore it, following Derek into the room, still numbfrom the fight with your parents. You watch blankly as he tosses your bag onthe bed and turns to you, opening his arms, offering you the comfort you needbut don’t feel like you can ask for.

You sink into Derek’s hug, gripping his shirt tightly andjust concentrate on breathing. Keepbreathing.

Isaac’s door slams across the hallway, making both you andDerek turn in the direction of the sound.

“I’ll talk to him,” Derek promises. He knows there’s somestrange kind of animosity between the two of you. You really don’t get ityourself. Isaac’s just never seemed to like you much, so you’ve treated him thesame way he’s treated you. An eye for an eye, right?

“It’s fine,” you tell Derek, pulling out of his arms. Youthink you’ve done enough leaning on him for tonight. It’s bad enough he’s givenyou a place in his home until you can find your own way. You already owe him somuch. “He’s not gonna like me, no matter what you say.”

“He will be respectfulthough,” Derek grits out in a way that tells you that Isaac is listening fromhis room. “Both of you will,” he continues, looking pointedly at you. “You maynot be blood, but you’ve both become my family. You don’t have to like eachother, but you do have to be civil under my roof.”

“I know,” you assure him. It won’t be hard on your part.You’ve seen Isaac with his friends, the people he actually likes. You thinkyou’d probably like him if he hadn’t always been such a dick to you.

“Do you need anything?” Derek asks but you’re alreadyshaking your head.

“No, I’m alright,” you say, crossing your arms overyourself. Maybe it’s a silent cry for comfort but Derek can’t seem to hear itand you’re glad. You don’t want to be too needy or ask for too much.  “I think I’m just gonna go to sleep, itthat’s alright.”

“Okay. Sleep well, then,” Derek says, leaving you alone inyour temporary room, shutting the door behind him. You can hear his footstepsas he walks across the hall and stops in front of Isaac’s room but you turnaway from the noise to kick off your shoes and climb under the covers on yourbed, glad that you’re not a werewolf. You don’t think you want to hear whateverIsaac might be saying about you.

*

After a couple hours of sleep, you wake from a nightmare andslip downstairs. Rest isn’t an option anymore so you take a seat on the couchand turn the television on with the volume off and the closed captions on.  You find a marathon of some zombie show andrelax back into your seat to watch for a while, finding it sad that your reallife is more terrifying than a horror show could ever be.

Before long you hear movement behind you and turn to seeIsaac walking into the kitchen. He returns with a cold drink in hand and looksat the television.

“This is a pretty good one,” he says. “Have you seen itbefore?”

You stare for a moment, surprised he’s talking to you atall. “No,” you eventually answer, returning your gaze to the television.

“Hmm,” Isaac hums, moving to sit at the other end of thecouch, popping the top on his drink and looking for all the world like he planson hanging around.

You flick your gaze over to him anticipating a nasty commentor something but he says nothing, just watches the zombies on screen, so youkeep quiet too and just let it be.

After a few minutes of watching, he turns to you. “You know,a show like this is a lot better with the sound on.”

“Didn’t want to wake anyone,” You shrug.

“Well, I’m already awake and Derek will sleep through it. Atleast, I hope he does because I do this all the time.”

You hand over the remote control, let it be on Isaac if you’redealing with a grumpy alpha in the morning. He takes it from you, turning upthe volume to a reasonable level but leaving the captions on too. The volumerises and falls so frequently in a show like this, it’s better to be safe than haveto keep reaching for the remote. He sets it down between you and it feels likean offer of truce, leaving the remote where you have a choice if you want tokeep watching or change the channel.

You watch for a few episodes before you get tired again, eyesdrifting shut of their own accord. In the morning you wake with a blanketcovering you and a pillow tucked under your head, Isaac’s end of the couch is longempty.  

*

During the day, you and Isaac seem to tiptoe around eachother. He’s not friendly exactly, but he’s not openly hostile either. You oftenfind yourself bracing for snarky comments that never come.

When Derek comments on how nice and quiet it’s been, lookingbetween the two of you expectantly, Isaac glances your way but his gaze is gonejust as quickly. He looks almost like he’s just been reprimanded but says nothingso you can’t really be sure what he’s thinking. And you have no idea what’sgoing on so you don’t have an answer for Derek either.  You shrug and go back to your dinner.

*

It happens again. You have a nightmare and can’t get back tosleep so you go down stairs, only this time Isaac has beaten you to the couch.You flop down at the other end.

“What are we watching?” You ask.

“Some show about witches and vampires,” Isaac answers with ashrug, only glancing your way for a moment before turning his attention back tothe television.

“Oooh, I love this show,” You say, settling back into thecushions. “That Kaleb guy is hot.”

He doesn’t say anything, but you can see the way he rollshis eyes and gives a little shake of his head. You bite down on smile, fightingthe urge to laugh at his annoyance. It feels like a normal interaction, notsomething charged with hostility like your exchanges used to. Neither of youspeak for the next few episodes, just watching the television until Isaac getstired and goes back to bed.

Another hour and you shut off the tv, heading back to yourown room.  You catch a few hours of sleepbefore your alarm wakes you again.

*

You don’t realize it’s become a thing until you come downstairs one night to find Isaac occupyinghis spot with a drink in his hand and an unopened soda on the end table next toyour spot.

You pause in your steps and stare at the soda, eyes flickingto Isaac in confusion before falling back onto the drink left on the coasteryou always use.

“Don’t make a fuss about it,” Isaac says without lookingback. “It’s just a soda. I was already in the kitchen when I heard you gettingup.”

So, you don’t make a fuss about it. You sit next to Isaacand pop open your drink, keeping your eyes on the television. This time youappear to be watching some horror movie about a guy who collects people? You’vemissed the beginning so you’re a little confused.

“What’s going on?” You asks, leaning a little into Isaac’sspace.

He shrugs, indifferent as he raises his drink to his lips.“I don’t even know,” he tells you as he lowers the drink again. “You can changeit if you want.”

“Nah,” You copy him, shrugging uncaringly. It’s not themovie that you come down here for. You just need to get away from yournightmares for a little while, away from the sheets that try to tangle you upand hold you down while your fears bombard you in your sleep. “This is fine.”

You settle in to watch the movie and wake up hours laterwith your head on Isaac’s shoulder and Derek staring down at the two of youwarily.

“What?” You asks, raising your head and stretching youraching neck. The sounds make Isaac start to stir as well.

Derek merely raises a brow at you. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Your eyebrows did,” Isaac says, even though his eyes aren’tfully open and you’re not sure he’s even completely aware of the situationyou’ve woken in. His comment still makes you snort a laugh.

“Hmm,” Derek hums, glancing between you before turning awayto head to the kitchen. “You were hogging the couch.”

*

You don’t know when it happened but sometime during yourlate night tv sessions with Isaac, the two of you seem to have become friends.

“Oh, you wimp,” you throw popcorn at the television as theyoung knight in the movie Isaac turned on faints.

“I’m not helping you clean that up,” Isaac says with asmirk, stealing some popcorn from your bowl.

“Eh,” you shrug, uncaring. It’s just a little popcorn. “Canyou believe this guy?”

“He’s young. And he’s not used to actually having to facebattle,” Isaac reminds you.

“If he wants to see a battle, he should try living with myparents,” you grumble. You ran into your parents earlier in the day and it’sleft a cloud of irritability over you ever since. They’re the reason you aren’tsleeping right now.

“Hey, uh. I’m sorry,” Isaac says from out of nowhere and it’sgot you turning your head to raise a questioning brow at him. Seeing the lookon your face, he clears his throat and offers a clarification. “I’m sorry forthe way I treated you before. You didn’t deserve that. I, uh, I was new to thewhole werewolf thing and I’d just lost the last of my family. And I thinkeveryone knows about my history with my father by now… So, it was already hardto figure out my place in Derek’s pack and then, there you were every otherweek or so, just sort of slotting in so effortlessly, taking away some of theattention that I really felt like I needed. I was jealous and it was petty andI’m sorry. I had no idea what you were dealing with until Derek told me whenyou moved in here. It shouldn’t have even taken me that long to start actinglike an actual human being to you.”

You stare at Isaac. “I think that’s the most I’ve ever heardyou say at one time.”

He snorts and rolls his eyes as you fight a smile. “I’mtrying to apologize here,” he reminds you. “Don’t make me regret it.”

You bite your lips to hold in your smile until you just can’tanymore. “It’s okay,” you tell him, finding that you actually mean it. “I getit. I mean, I didn’t get the wolf thing, because human, but I think I sort of get it now. And apology accepted. Iknow it wasn’t entirely something I could help but— I’m sorry I made thingsharder for you.”

He shakes his head, peeling the label off of his Root Beerbottle. “There was no way you could have known.”

“Soooo, we’re both forgiven?” You ask, nudging his shoulder.

He chuckles at you. “That’s what it sounds like to me.”

“Great,” you exclaim happily, holding out your empty bottleto him. “Get me another drink?”

“Do I look like your slave?” He asks but it’s not even asecond later before he’s shaking his head again. “Don’t answer that.”

You laugh as he takes the empty bottle from you and walks intothe kitchen with it. “Thank yoooouu!”

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he answers when he returns,handing over the drink.

You turn that questioning brow on him again.

“Uh.” He says, looking like he wants the floor to swallowhim whole. “I meant—”

“You’re pretty cute too,” you interrupt him before he cantake it back or ruin it. “Especially in the morning when your hair is all overthe place and you have a fabric print on your cheek from the arm of the couch.”You reach over, drawing a line on his cheek with the tip of your finger likeyou’re tracing that invisible line.

He catches your wrist, holding your hand there. “Yeah? Wellyou look pretty cute when you’re drooling all over my shoulder.”

“Ack!” You sputter as Isaac smirks at you. “You little—”

Derek’s voice distracts you from what you were going to saywhen he yells down the stairs, “I get it, you’re both cute. Go to bed!”

You grin, leaning into Isaac’s space. He leans into yourstoo and your lips just barely have time to graze each other when Derek callsout again.

“Seperately! Separate beds. Sleep only.”

You lower your head to Isaac’s shoulder to try and containyour laughter.

The night your parents kick you out for good and Derek givesyou a place to stay is the night things start to change between you and Isaac.The night you start to fall for him is the night realize you’ve found yourhome.  

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“Derek will be by during the night to check on you.” Scott assured you. He and Stiles were sitting in your living room having double-checked your house was secure. You huffed and nodded. 

They had spent the better part of the day adding locks and fixing the broken window in the basement.

“Are you sure this isn't overdoing it?” You asked. They glanced at each other and Stiles shook his head.

“No way. After what this creep did.” Stiles said quickly. Scott hopped to his feet and gestured like he was worried Stiles had scared you.

“But you don’t need to worry. It’ll just be a couple of days and we’ll make sure someone is always here to keep an eye on you.” Scott assured you.

“Except for tonight.” you pointed out and he smiled awkwardly.

“Ok yes, for fifteen minutes tonight. But the place is secure.” Scott assured you. With a laugh, you pointed out that you were joking. In the evening Stiles went off and you got ready for bed. You heard Scott call up to your room a few hours later.

“Derek will be here soon.” He called up the stairs and left. You had expected the house to feel eerie and uncomfortable but there was no sense of dread. Even when the heating clicked off and made noises that would normally make you sit up awake just in case something had broken in.

Your eyes slipped shut as you relaxed and sank further into your bed as your eyes fell shut.

“Comfortable?” Derek said. Smiling as you felt the bed dip you nodded.

“Yeah.” You said sleepily. 

Derek paused as he double-checked the perimeter. He was standing under your bedroom window and he could hear something up in your room. Then he heard you say his name. A gasped cry as if trying to be quiet. Hurrying to round your house Derek fumbled in his pocket for the front door key that Scott had dropped off with him and rushed inside. He stopped only long enough to secure the door and took the stairs two at a time. He burst into your room and snapped the light on. You yelped and sat up, yanking at your bedding to cover yourself.

“I thought something was attacking you.” Derek said awkwardly as he stood frozen in the door and he took in the room enough to realise what was going on. 

“N-no. Just me. Alone. Trying to fall asleep.” You said and hoped he hadn’t heard you.

“They did tell you I’d be round?” He asked and the awkwardness hung in the air when you nodded slowly. “You were calling my name.” 

The smile on Derek’s face made it abundantly clear that he knew you’d been touching yourself and thinking about him. You stared up at him in the doorway with wide eyes. “I. must. Have been sleeping. Sleep talking.” 

“Hmm. Well if there’s nothing that I can help you with I guess I'll leave you to sleep.” He was smiling at you in a way that said the offer of help was more than just keeping watch over you, if you asked him.

“Help?” You asked and he tilted his head to one side.

“Show me how you touch yourself. I want to see.” He said and your mouth fell open as you stared at him.

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