it’s not that erica is enamored with the man in particular. but he’s handsome, anyone can see it, and the idea of her catching the eye of attractive men makes her feel powerful. so when she interrogates him, she adds a bit of flirtation to her tone. it hasn’t been long since she’s felt confident enough to do anything in the realm of flirting, so pardon her if her femme fatale act needs some work. “it’s no use pretending that you don’t know what i’m talking about,” she purrs. (what she’s talking about: the werewolf who bit her, whom she suspects this other werewolf knows about.) “i can see right through you.”
‘ the winchesters and my pack have an agreement . i’m sure you’ve heard it ? if not , then let me remind you : we take care of this city . beacon hills is ours . we keep it safe and we don’t need any other hunters snooping around , causing trouble . ’ a pause , but not long enough for a response from her . ‘ now , do you want a drink ? we can talk . ’
#unbearablyindifferent #● ╱ thread : derek hale . #nothing had to have happened #derek just likes to remind people of things #derek and someone: friendly. #also derek to them: don't forget ):<
Teen Wolf & Supernatural Crossover by Vague_Shadows
Derek’s older sister joins them. Dean’s seen her around a few times - at basketball games and once at the shop for an oil change - but they’ve never actually spoken. “You’re hella busted, by the way,” she tells her younger brother. “Mom told me to come deliver the message that dinner’ll be ready in like half an hour and to also ‘ask your brother what part of ‘Dean needs to rest; don’t crowd him’ wasn’t clear enough for you.”
“I’m not crowding him, Laura,” he protests, rising from his chair and crossing his arms.
“Creeping?” she suggests instead, clearly loving the embarrassed flush rising in Derek’s cheeks.
Dean laughs. “That’s what I said.” Laura gives a victorious chuckle at her little brother’s expense, and Derek glares at Dean.
“Well excuse me for wanting to make sure you were still breathing after I felt you flatline about a half dozen times!” Derek retorts.
Dean can tell that Derek means for the words to come as a joke, but they fall flat. There’s too much truth in the statement. Just the thought of what it must have been like for Derek to feel that on any level puts an ache in his chest. Laura studies Derek for a moment before glancing over to Dean; she clearly reads the room easily enough and doesn’t try to alleviate the somber overtone that’s settling between Derek and Dean.
“Don’t forget to come down for dinner,” she reminds as she excuses herself, letting the bedroom door click shut quietly behind her.
Dean and Derek stand in silence for a moment. Desperate to break the quiet, Dean wonders, “You just gonna keep standing there, superstar?”
Derek’s eyes glance first at the bed and then back at the chair he’d been sitting in until Laura’s arrival. “I promise not to bite unless you ask,” Dean adds with a smirk. “Shit - maybe I shouldn’t joke about biting people just yet - for all I know I will bite you.”
pairings: derek hale x fem!shy!stilinski!reader, featuring bff!allison argent x bff!fem!stilinski!reader
summary: in which her feelings for derek are almost revealed by her twin, forcing her into admitting what she’s been hiding from him for way too long.
word count: 3.7k.
warnings: angst, shy/quiet!reader, panicky!reader, embarrassed!reader, derek being the cockiest little shit, fluff.
author’s note: i’ve had this imagine planned to write for awhile, so here it goes. gif creds to owner!
p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.
BEING stiles’ twin sister can be undeniably stressful — [y/n] knows this more than anyone else.
stiles and [y/n] have always been close — they are twins, after all. but, she’s always had to live in the shadow of her brother — always dealing with being treated like she’s incapable of taking care of herself. this was something she hated more than anything in the world.
i guess, that’s understandable — she doesn’t always defend herself.
but, it’s not just her own brother who’s needs to constantly baby her. mostly, everyone in the pack treats her in the same way that he does.
although, there’s just a few other specific people that don’t treat her like that; allison argent and derek hale.
allison has always been like a sister to [y/n] — she herself knows exactly how it feels to be treated like she’s a fragile little girl. so, the two of them usually bond over that topic on most days — especially, when allison is around and sees the way most of the pack treats [y/n].
and with derek, i guess him treating [y/n] like she can handle herself and only opening up to her because she never judges him, brought on romantic feelings.
but, with stiles being her twin, she just can’t ever admit how she feels. it’s already to the point of her being completely in denial of her feelings — refusing to admit it to herself.
she refuses to admit the truth, mostly because stiles sometimes comes off as judgy and sassy. and with being related to him — in her head — she can never come out that she’s in love the so-called sourwolf.
she couldn’t see that with time, her brother would eventually come to terms with the fact that she’s in love with his frenemy. or maybe, she’s just terrified of him accepting it and trying to set her up with derek. i think it’s pretty obvious that it’s the second one.
sure, if he ended up loving her back, that’d be a different story. but, what if stiles budded in — like he always does with her issues — and derek rejected her? that’d be even worse than her brother knowing the truth.
that’s exactly why she only told the one person she truly trusts in the entire world; allison. sure, she’s really good friends with stiles and dating scott. but, she — thankfully — knows that something as serious as her friend’s crush is to be kept a secret.
[y/n] could always count on her friend to have her back when it came to derek. needless to say, they’re literally so similar to each other that you’d assume that they’re actually related. so, there was rarely ever a moment where they disagreed on anything.
and with the whole feelings situation with derek, allison was always there for her friend in any way possible; [y/n] needed a distraction from derek? allison was there, dragging her away from anything that brought her sadness over feeling like she could never have what she truly wanted. she was feeling insecure and self-conscious about herself? allison was there, reassuring and comforting her and telling her all the ways she was too good for derek. she was feeling jealous over the countless girls that threw themselves at derek? allison was there, pointing out how none of those girls could ever compare to her. she needed an excuse to see derek? allison was there, being just that. she needed to avoid derek? allison was there, making sure that it was being done.
at the end of the day, i think allison was more than okay with helping her friend out because she understood how it felt to be scared to be with someone she thought she could never have.
with scott, it took too long for her father to finally be okay with her and scott being together. and [y/n]? she was in the same boat with derek; scared of her feelings, scared of rejection, and scared of what her brother would do when he’d finally find out the truth.
but eventually, allison got tired of helping her friend out when it meant she was continuously hiding the truth from derek. it wasn’t fair to derek to be kept in the dark about [y/n]’s feelings, whether he reciprocated them or not.
of course, allison didn’t betray her trust and tell derek or stiles — like you’d think. but, she did repeatedly mention to [y/n] that coming clean would make things a lot better for her. but, of course, she refused.
i mean, who wouldn’t? everyone’s scared to admit how they feel towards that one person, at least once in their life.
and sure, keeping allison quiet wasn’t hard at all, considering how loyal she’s always been to [y/n]. but, stiles? that’s a whole other story — especially, the day that he finally finds out the truth.
it’s a normal day for [y/n] — at least — ignoring her feelings the best she can and hanging out with the pack at derek’s loft.
everything would’ve been completely normal, like any other day, if [y/n] just didn’t catch the longing and curious gaze of the hale werewolf.
just seeing the look in the werewolf’s eyes affects her more than she’d ever like to admit.
but, her heartbroken gaze hurts him even more than the whole entire situation does for her — she’d been non-discreetly avoiding him on purpose for months now. it was only pack meetings that she was forced to show up to and uncomfortably be in the same room as him.
the conversation that mostly everyone is invested in, is quickly forgotten and tuned out by both [y/n] and derek as their longing gazes become much more intense.
allison, who’s sat comfortably beside her boyfriend, notices the interaction before stiles — or anyone else for that matter.
[y/n]’s eyes catch hers and allison shoots her a persistent look, as if telling her what she’s been reminding her for weeks now — for her to just speak with derek privately and just fess up to everything she’s been keeping from him.
[y/n] shakes her head, refusing to do anything as she tries to focus on the conversation between her friends.
but to no avail, her eyes impulsively glance back at derek.
stiles looks up, his words instantly going on pause as he finally realizes of the moment between his twin and the sourwolf.
“hey! eyes off of my little sister, hale!” stiles sputters sassily, glaring daggers at derek.
[y/n] groans inwardly as she rolls her eyes, snapping her head up in her twin’s direction. “god. stiles, stop treating me like a little fucking baby! if he wants to look at me, he can! there’s no crime against that!” she blurts out, her words not fully registering as they leave her lips.
stiles stutters, brows furrowing, before he points at his baby sister with a suspicious look. “wait a minute… why are you getting so defensive about that? and why would you want him to be looking at you in the first place?” he questions in his all-too-familiar interrogative tone.
upon hearing her brother’s question, [y/n]’s eyes widen as she realizes what she’d said and who she said it in front of. “w—what? i—” she stutters, her shocked eyes catching derek’s confused ones from across the room.
gulping anxiously, she catches the glance of her best friend, who wears a sympathetic look, while everyone else watches in confusion.
“oh, god. [y/n], please, tell me that you don’t—” stiles starts, but allison abruptly stands up, her hand dropping from scott’s.
“—stiles, guys. why don’t we clear the room for derek and [y/n]?” she asks directly to stiles, ignoring the sternly scared expression on her friend’s face.
stiles sputters, glancing incredulously between his twin and derek, not trusting either of them to be alone together. “b—but—” he starts to say, trying to find any excuse that’ll keep him from moving.
but, before he can continue on, lydia instantly notices allison’s expression, immediately beginning to take the hint. “—sti, c’mon. why don’t we go out and get everyone some snacks from the store? i’m sure everyone’s hungry and exhausted from all of the planning.” she murmurs gently, trying to distract her boyfriend and do her friend a solid.
stiles sighs, his gaze finally moving from both [y/n] and derek to his girlfriend’s soft eyes. “w—what about derek and [y/n]?” he stutters, becoming completely clueless to the hint that’s being repeatedly thrown at him.
rolling her eyes, lydia grabs her boyfriend’s hand and pulls him to the loft door, yanking it open. stiles sputters, still confused and trying to see if his sister and his frenemy are still in his view.
because of this, scott groans as the rest the group — aside from derek and [y/n] — follows them out.
the second that the loft door is shut, [y/n]’s forced to turn and face the sourwolf, who looks like he’s just about mastered the ability to pout.
sighing, she slumps back into the current couch she’d been sitting on, before all the accusations from her twin had started up.
it feels like almost hours as they simply sit in the silence, neither of the pair wanting to start the conversation.
when the stilinski girl finally looks up, her heart almost breaks at the very scene in front of her; derek, leant forward with his head in his hands, his elbows placed on his knees. his hands are buried so deep into his dark locks that you’d think his hair would start to fall out.
from seeing the real and raw pain she’d caused the only person she’s ever truly loved, tears blur her vision, causing her bottom lip to violently tremble.
derek sucks in a breath as he senses her getting up and walking over to him.
as she gets closer, her breath hitches in her throat, before placing herself on the table that sits in front of the chair he’s placed on.
“derek…” she sighs, slowly and cautiously bringing her hands up to place them over his own that are still placed in his hair tightly.
“please, don’t do this. just… talk to me.” she says, slowly pulling his hands away from his face and out of his hair.
mostly, he only allows her to pull his hands away because her touch affects him that much — though, he’d never admit that out loud.
“don’t do what? ignore you, like you’ve been doing to me, since god knows how long?” he spits out, tears spilled down on his cheeks now.
taken aback by the amount of pain and anger mixed together in his voice, [y/n]’s eyes instantly tear up once more, realizing what her actions did to him, before she draws her hands away from him.
“i—i’m sorry… i didn’t mean to hurt you. that—that was never my intention.” she stutters, guilty and regretful thoughts consuming her as she numbly stands up from the table, stumbling over to the loft door.
but, before she can escape her feelings once more, derek abruptly stands up from his position in his chair. “then, why did you do it?” he calls out to her, not understanding how she can go from apologizing for her actions, to trying to run away from them.
“w—what?” she stutters, coming to a halt, before she turns around to face him.
“if you’re so sorry, why’d you ignore me? you made me feel like i did something wrong.” he states more clearly, taking a small step closer to the anxious and nervous girl.
“that’s just it, derek! you didn’t do anything wrong! everything you do is perfect to me, and i can’t find one simple reason that makes me want to stay away!” she bursts out, wringing her hands into her hair wildly, tears streaming down her cheeks. her emotions are raised at a higher level — this much derek can sense.
derek’s eyes widen in shock at the stilinski girl’s outburst, always having known of her as one of the strongest people in the pack — she rarely ever loses her cool.
without another thought, he steps forward, until they’re only inches away from each other. then, he gently places his hands over her shaking ones and slowly pulls them down to her side, careful to not get her hair stuck and wrapped around her fingers.
“hey, look at me.” he says gently, trying to calm her down from another outburst.
when she does just that, his eyes immediately soften, still holding onto her hands and rubbing soothing circles onto them. “now, can you tell me what you meant by that?” he murmurs gently, not moving his eyes anywhere but to her face.
“derek, i—i don’t know if that’s such a good idea…” she trails off, the fear of rejection distracting her.
as he senses the huge waves of anxiety and fear coming from her, he sighs, brows knitting together in concern. “princess, i need you to be honest with me. i deserve that, at least.” he murmurs once more, moving his hands up to her cheeks, cupping them.
“but, it’s not that easy. what if… what if me being honest… just makes things worse?” her voice trembles as more tears escape from her now shiny [y/e/c] eyes.
with a flick of his thumb, the tears are gone, like they were never there. “it’ll all be okay. i’m not going anywhere. just trust me, okay?” he murmurs seriously, giving her the confidence she needs to admit the feelings she’s been running away from for so long.
“stiles was right. or at least, of what he was about to say, before everyone stopped him.” she starts, pausing to gauge his reaction; his brows are still knitted together as he pulls his hands away from hers to cross his arms onto his chest, listening intently.
“allison knows the truth — she’s known for awhile. i’m just not sure why she didn’t tell you herself because she’s been nagging me to tell you the truth for weeks now.” she starts, almost rambling.
“about what?” he asks in a persistent tone of voice.
[y/n]’s eyes catch his all over again, causing her breath to hitch in her throat once more. “o—oh, right. um, it’s about my… uh… my feelings…” she trails off, brows furrowing as she becomes lost in her thoughts all over again, easily fidgeting with her fingers anxiously.
derek sighs, noticing the amount of drowning negative emotions coming off of her body.
hearing him sigh so loudly, she instantly snaps out of her thoughts. “i—i’m sorry, derek. you do deserve the truth and… i’m going to give it to you. it’s just really hard to admit.” she states, moving to walk over to the couch that she was sitting on before, the nervous feeling in her gut getting impossibly worse by every second.
“it’s okay. take your time.” he assures her, moving to sit beside her as she turns to face him, holding her legs up to her chest.
“no, it’s fine. i need to tell you the truth.” she states seriously, before finally connecting her gaze with the man sitting beside her.
“i… i have feelings for you.” [y/n] says all in one breath, awaiting his reaction. but, as she tries to figure out what it is, all she can see is his shocked expression.
“i—look, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same. but, this all has been so suffocating — keeping this from you, and avoiding you at all costs. but, uh, i think i should go.” she murmurs dejectedly, already sensing the rejection coming.
as she stands up from her position on the couch, he reaches out and encloses his hand around her wrist, before gently pulling her back down.
“you’ve gotta stop assuming things, stilinski.” he states with a almost goofy smile.
“w—what do you mean? isn’t this the part where you tell me that i’m delusional and that we’re just friends?” she sputters out, confused on why he’s acting so casual about this whole entire situation.
derek chuckles amusedly. “you really are clueless, huh?” he murmurs, barely giving her enough time to react when he begins to lean forward, causing her brows to furrow in confusion.
“wha—” [y/n] starts to say, but she abruptly stops herself when he slams his lips onto hers, in order to shut her up from any future ramblings.
a shocked strangle leaves her lips, her entire body freezing up as she starts to realize what’s happening.
as a few more seconds pass, derek pulls away from her lips, realizing she’s still frozen in place. “you really need to stop rambling so much.” he murmurs, a smirk placed on his lips, trying to mask his nervousness with cockiness.
“w—wait. so… you don’t hate me? i—i’m so confused right now.” she mumbles as she becomes much more confused than she was before.
derek sighs, shaking his head at her cluelessness. “did that kiss not show that i feel the same? or am i going to have to kiss you again?” he asks teasingly, quickly sensing the feelings and anxiety rolling off of her.
but, when she hears his next statement, it’s as if all those nerves she had in her system completely dissipate.
“o—oh… then, maybe, you should remind me?” [y/n] nervously says in the form of a question.
“there’s no need to be nervous, [y/n].” he teases, still smirking, obviously liking the effect he has on her.
groaning, she grows some confidence that leads her to grip his leather jacket’s collar and roughly pull him towards her.
he inhales deeply in surprise, before the smirk returns back to his lips as she slams her lips onto his, putting in every single amount of love she’s felt for him and buried for so long.
derek’s heart sores as he deepens the kiss, glad that the two of them have figured things out before either of them could get hurt more than they already were.
but, before they can continue on, the sound of voices outside and the loft door being pulled open pulls them away from each other, glancing at the entrance.
[y/n] sputters nervously, pulling away from derek anxiously. “uh…” she trails off, glancing from her brother to derek, when the pack gathers at the door, most of them watching the scene before them in amusement.
noticing her anxiety, derek places a hand on her thigh, in order to bring her some comfort — which, easily helps her calm down, just by a bit.
“so, i was right!” stiles exclaims excitedly, seeming to not even be bothered about catching his twin and his frenemy together.
at this realization, [y/n] knits her brows together in confusion. “wait. so, you’re not mad that me and derek are…” she trails off, turning to face derek, confused on what exactly they are.
“together.” he clarifies for her, chuckling quietly at the flustered expression on her face.
but at this point, stiles is already rambling to lydia, totally forgetting about his sister’s question and the couple sat on the couch.
with a giggle, [y/n] turns back to her sorta-boyfriend, a bit confused on how her brother isn’t acting mad at her, like she thought he would.
he shrugs, reaching out for her.
before she decides to snuggle into his chest, she turns back to face her friends, only to see them all waving awkwardly and hurriedly walking out as lydia rolls her eyes and pulls her rambling boyfriend away with her.
sighing, she watches as scott tiredly pulls the door shut behind him.
“so…” she trails off as she turns back to derek, raising a single brow at him.
“so?” he asks, raising his own brows in question.
“so… we’re together now?” she asks, smirking, growing shocked at her own confidence.
derek raises a brow, smirking himself. “what… you don’t like it?” he asks, sensing the anxious emotions coming off of her, once again.
“no!” she quickly blurts out, almost losing her chill.
derek’s eyes widen at her small outburst, almost incapable of keeping the small laughs from leaving his mouth.
“i—i mean that i wasn’t sure if you actually wanted to be official like that. so, i want to make sure — that’s all.” she quickly explains, so focused on clearing up her small mistake that she doesn’t even notice the amused glint in his eyes or the way he’s desperately trying to not laugh at her nervousness.
he continues to wheeze in laughter, bringing [y/n] to hit him a few more times with complaints to stop making fun of her.
“okay, okay! i—i’m sorry! just, please, stop hitting me.” he yells out, having had calmed down, waiting for her to stop her attacks.
sighing, she glares at him as she crosses her arms over her chest, waiting for him to explain what he found so funny.
“now, would you like to explain what was so funny?” she asks in an annoyed tone, unmoving as she waits for him to respond to her.
he chuckles, finding amusement in the situation once more, before moving his hands to her hips, settling them there.
the particular touch brings [y/n] an insane amount of butterflies, her heart slightly fluttering at just that.
and even though, she knows that he can sense her emotions, she still tries her best to mask what effect he has on her.
sighing, she waits, trying to remain patient — although, it’s quite clear to derek that she’s not in the mood to be waiting all night. she doesn’t like being laughed at — that much he can tell from just her expression.
with one more amused laugh, derek pulls her by her hips to straddle him.
a squeak of shock and surprise leaves her lips, her heart going off in a very erratic pace.
once he senses her nervous and flustered emotions and erratically beating heart, he smirks. “i wasn’t making fun of you. i just think it’s cute that you get so flustered like this — especially, when it comes to me.” he states seriously, waiting for her nervous response.
[y/n]’s eyes soften, feeling idiotic for reacting so dramatically. “o—oh.” she softly whispers, his statement not fully registering in her head.
“wait! did you just call me cute?” she asks in a suddenly teasing tone, cocking her head to the side, after his words fully click in her head.
“maybe, maybe not.” he shrugs, acting as if it’s not that big of a deal.
“now, on to more important things,” he states, pausing, which brings [y/n]’s brows to knit together in curiosity, now listening intently to him. “will you be my girlfriend?” he asks in a suddenly nervous voice.
her brows raise and then a giggle erupts in her chest. “of course!”
and with that, she wraps her arms around his neck and connects their lips in an excited and love-filled kiss.
He’s not sixteen anymore, though. It’s been nearly a decade since he’s been with the Hales, he’s an adult now. He can handle this. This, along with his little drug habit, his side thing with one of Peter’s rivals and his not-thing with Derek Hale. Hell, that’s what the drugs are for, right?
❖ ┊ ❛ @hellsurvivr ❜ said: “ you don’t understand, i had to do it. i had to kill them. ”
the alpha is not naive enough to believe the world can be viewed exclusively as morally black or white. he's had enough experience to know that we all live in shades of grey, but that does not mean his go to response to threats is kill first and ask questions later. ( even his enforcers have learned that lesson. ) ❛ you've made it perfectly clear that you absolutely had to kill all seven of those people on my land, but you have yet to give me an actual explanation for your actions, ❜ he states, and it's no secret that derek does not take kindly to anyone outside the pack coming onto his land, nevermind murdering on it. ❛ hop to it, payne. and it better be a good excuse, too. ❜ he doesn't think anything can justify her actions, but he's willing to hear her out...if she ever gets to the point.