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just-a-really-tall-girl-tbh · 3 years

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Grounded

Summary: Y/n is kidnapped and forced to reveal secrets of the pack

Pairing: Derek X Reader

Warnings: Blood, torture, swearing

Word count: 2605

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The school bell rang for the final time that day, a collective sigh of gratitude echoed in the room, the teenagers grateful to be released from the maths teacher’s class. Gathering your books, you stacked them in a neat pile before exiting the room, offering a small smile to your defeated teacher. It wasn’t her fault maths sucked and no one enjoyed it, you did feel bad for her on some level but also who the hell would willingly dedicate their life to teaching numbers?

Entering the hallway, you made your way through the sea of teenagers, everyone desperate to go home for the weekend. Reaching your locker, you grabbed the couple books you needed, shoving them into your backpack, thinking about the homework you had due on Monday you sighed. The door to your locker slammed shut before you could close it.

“Hey, you ready?” Stiles smiled.

“I told you I can walk home.” You rolled your eyes, walking away from the boy. Surprised by your quick movement, Stiles jogged to catch up to you, throwing an arm lazily around your shoulders.

“I know you can walk home but why would you when you have me?”

Exiting the main doors of the high school, you welcomed the fresh warm air, the smell of angsty teens left behind you. Reaching the end of the pavement, you saw the jeep parked a few cars away.

“Stiles I want to walk.” You turned to face the boy.

“Y/n, you heard what Derek said okay? All these recent attacks? The break ins and thefts? He doesn’t want you alone.” Stiles tried to reason with you. Knowing the recent spike in criminal activity was less than likely to involve the supernatural, you felt safe walking the 20-minute trip home. In fact, you enjoyed the peace it brought you. Half of the walk was through the woods, a quiet haven from the busy high school, and being autumn, you relished in the yellow and orange leaves that swept through the small woodlands.

“Stiles. It’s 20 minutes. I’ll text you when I get home okay?” Stiles sighed.

“You know Derek is going to kill me if I let you, you know, that right? You like the idea of alive Stiles because I do! And I am not letting you be the reason I don’t make it to my 20’s okay?”

“Derek doesn’t have the balls to kill you.” You turned on the heel of your foot, headed towards the woods, leaving a defeated Stiles in your wake.

“I’m telling Derek you said he has no balls!” He called after you. You let out a small laugh, grabbing your headphones from your backpack, and your phone from your pocket, you scrolled through your playlist, deciding today was the perfect day for (Your current favourite song).

Entering the woods, you felt a rush of calm wash over you, the stressful week was pushed to the back of your mind, your thoughts centred on the surrounding woods. You stepped over exposed roots and around large bushes, glancing up at the sky you watched as the wind swept through the foliage, the ageing leaves dancing in the light breeze. The sun peaked through the cracks, determined to reach the forest floor, providing the perfect amount of light for your stroll. The floor of the woods had been coated in fallen leaves, leaving a blanket of red and orange below your feet. Taking a moment to stop and appreciate the tranquillity the forest provided you, you felt your phone buzz in you pocket.

Home yet? I’m this close to sending out a search party!

Rolling your eyes and shaking your head you began typing a response.

You need to…

Before you could finish you felt a knock to your head, your vision distorted, the soft sound of music playing through your headphones which were now next to you on the forest floor, was the only thing you could hear before everything went black.

***

Another blow straight to your stomach knocked the wind out of you. Coughing and spluttering you attempted to regain your breath, each inspiration hurting more than the last.

“Oh, you are so going to regret that.” You mumbled.

Leaning to the side of the chair you spat a mixture of saliva and blood to the ground, you couldn’t tell where the source of the blood was coming from, maybe your lip, or maybe the inside of your mouth. Too many lacerations to your face meant it all blended into one.

You raised your eyes to meet your rival, struggling to see through the blood you saw one man wiping his fists on an old rag, your blood coating his knuckles. He faced a woman to your left, who sat with one bent knee up on a bench. Her back leaning against the wall adjacent to you, a smug grin on her face.

You rotated your wrists which were bound behind you, the thick rope digging into your skin. Your ankles were bound too, tied to the legs of the wooden chair you sat on.

“You’re going to tell us what we want sweetie, its just a matter of how beat up that pretty face is going to be before you tell us.” The woman commented, as she played with her fingernails, pushing the cuticles back. If she was trying to look disinterested, she was doing a great job. But you were ready for this. You trained for this. You knew what was coming, and if it meant keeping your friends, the pack, safe, then you would gladly take whatever they threw at you.

The mans fist connected with your jaw once more, snapping you out of your daze. The room began to spin around you, and your vision blurred. Trying to recenter yourself you pulled at your wrists, the pain of the rope grinding into your skin giving you something to focus on.

“Alright careful there, big guy, we need her conscious if we’re going to get that information.” The woman stood from her seat, striding slowly over to you, before bending at the waist in front of you. She reached out to grab your face, but as soon as her fingers made contact with your skin you pulled away. A stern look, on your face made the woman let out a small laugh.

“You’re a tough one aren’t you.” She turned her head, almost admiring your battered body before her. “Too bad that doesn’t mean shit around here.” Grabbing your hair, she yanked your head back, exposing your neck to the room. Moving to stand behind you she held out her other hand, gesturing towards the man in front of you. Without a word exchanged, the man grabbed a knife from a nearby table, its blade glinting in the moonlight the small window above you allowed.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea who you are dealing with do you?” The woman whispered in your ear, her grip on your hair only tightening as she neared the knife to your throat. You felt the cold edge, lightly cross your neck, not enough to pierce the skin, but enough for you to avoid swallowing.

Taking a deep breath in you closed your eyes. Grounding yourself was apart of your training, something that was drilled into you from the beginning. Breathing in again, you picked up on the different smells the room produced, sweat from the man in front of you, poorly masked by his cheap cologne. The sweet smell of the woman’s hair from behind, her locks dangling beside your face. The overwhelming metallic smell of blood being the most potent. You changed your focus to your heartbeat. Feeling it pounding against your chest begging to be released you pictured your heart slowing, its contractions reducing with every breath you took. Steadying your breathing was next. Cautious of the blade still connected to your neck you breathed in through your nose, holding in for a few seconds before releasing softly through your mouth. Repeating those steps, you were able to regain some stability. You were still in the same crappy scenario but at least now you were calmer. A panicking person is an interrogators wet dream. A calm person, their nightmare.

Sensing your self-control increase, the woman let go of your hair, moving the knife from your neck to the table beside the man. Standing before you once more, she knelt in front of you, keeping one knee up for balance, she waited for your eyes to open once more. Regaining the control, you almost lost, you felt strong enough to open your eyes once more. Staring at you the woman barely moved, she was searching your eyes for something, her expression a mixture of shock and impressed.

“You’re not afraid.” Her words barely above a whisper. Your only response was a return glare. A small smile creeping on to the face of your kidnapper. “They trained you well.”

Standing, she turned to the man behind her, whispering something in his ear before turning back to face you, her arms crossed against her chest. The man dropped the rag he was still holding and left the room, the sound of the door locking behind him.

“Let’s cut the bullshit honey. You have information I need. And I know I’m not going to break you, not by torturing you anyways. So, let’s try something else, shall we?” The woman began to pace back and forth in front of you, the small room only allowing her a few steps before being forced to turn around again. Your eyes followed her, left and right, before she stopped in front of you once more, still facing forward.

Taking in a sharp breath, she spoke. “How’s your sister doing?” She turned to face you. Refusing to let her know she was finally making some progress with you, you remained staring at her. Resuming her pacing she continued speaking.

“She’s what 5 now? Gosh so young. But you know what they say right? They grow up so fast.” Your eyes tracked the woman, more intently than before. This woman knew your family. Something that was always off limits when the pack was involved. Your attempts at shielding them from the supernatural had been successful, keeping that part of your life private even from Derek. And here this woman stood, threatening them. Threating to take away your motivation to make the world safer. Unfazed by your lack of reaction the woman carried on.

“Soon enough she’ll be going to high school, making friends, maybe even realising who her sister really is.” She stopped before you once more, bending at the waist she placed her hands on the arms of the chair you were bound to. “You didn’t think you could protect them, forever did you?” Tears threatened to fall from your eyes. No amount of calm breathing could ground you now. “Aw babe.” Her hand raised to your cheek, ready to wipe away the falling tear. You only pulled away from her once more, hating the way her skin on yours felt. “Don’t tell me I hit a nerve, did I? Sucks doesn’t it. Well, there is one way of ensuring your little family stay naïve to the world around them.” She stood tall once more, her voice now deeper, more sinister than before. “Tell me what I want to know.”

You had no choice, right? She threatened your family, your sister. You protected them from so long, only for you to be the reason they are in danger. Looking down at your lap, tears hit your thighs unable to control them you simply let them fall. Taking a deep breath, you looked up at the woman before you, a smirk present on her face which made it so much harder to say what you were about to. But the images of your sister raced through your mind. The way her hair shone in the autumn sun, the way her smile reached her eyes when she was really, truly happy, the way she greeted you after school every day by running down the front path directly into your arms. That was the highlight of your day, finishing school and-

Wait

You never responded to Stiles.

You never texted him back, and the kidnappers were kind enough to bring your phone into the room with you – hoping to get some information.

Your eyes moved to the door behind the woman, a loud crash followed by a heavy grunt sounded from behind the entranceway. The woman whipped her head around, only to be met by silence. She slowly approached the doorway.

“Adrian…?”

Silence

The woman turned back to you, unsure of herself. You only had a small smirk as a response. Before she could question you, the door busted open, barely remaining on its hinges, a rush of dust filled the room. Watching ahead as the dust clouds engulfed the woman, you heard a deafening roar followed by a petrified scream. Small thuds followed, as the dust reached your eyes you began coughing, the sudden pain in your ribs swiftly returning.

Two hands were placed on your shoulders, looking up you were met by two green eyes.

“Hey, you okay?” A worried Derek scanned your face, concern riddled him as he saw the multiple cuts and bruising before him. You could only nod, the dust denying you the ability to speak.

Moving behind you, he effortlessly cut the ties that bound your hands, then your legs. Using the arms of the chair to stable yourself, you attempted to stand, wincing when the pain became too much. Derek moved to your side, wrapping your arm over his shoulder. Carefully placing his arm around you, resting his hand on your hip he accepted most of your weight, attempting to make standing and walking easier. As you took a few steps forward, the dust cleared from your eyes and you were able to regain focus. Looking forward you saw the woman who threatened you, her back against the same wall the door was, her skin now covered in blood, her chest still rising and falling rapidly. Scott stood before her, looking down at the defeated woman, his eyes still red and his claws still present.

Clearing your throat, you stopped walking, causing Derek to pause and look over to you. You peered down at the woman, no longer in a position of power, she looked smaller, more gaunt than before. Her eyes showed she was petrified, providing some comfort to you after what she did.

“Sucks doesn’t it?” a whisper of a smirk present on your lips.

Proceeding to step forward through the doorway you were met by a panting Stiles, his arms stretched out in front of him, you couldn’t tell him to stop before his body connected with yours. You inhaled sharply, grimacing as pain rang throughout your body.

Derek used his free hand to grab Stiles by the shoulder, pulling him away from you, a small growl forming in his chest.

“Oh, shit sorry of course you’re hurt shit sorry.” The boy stumbled over his words, his eyes finally taking in the battered sight before him. He moved to the side of you not occupied by Derek, his help was welcomed by you, suddenly feeling lightheaded from standing.

The three of you began walking forward towards the exit of the building.

“Is now a good time to tell Derek, you think he has no balls?” Stiles piped up earning a death glare from Derek. “No? Okay we can come back to that.” You used whatever energy you had left to shake your head.

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just-a-really-tall-girl-tbh · 3 years

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Camping

Summary: Camping trip with the pack ends with Derek telling y/n how much she really means to him. Ends with soft Derek!

Pairing: Derek X reader

Warnings: Fire? Is that a warning?

Word count: 2042

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The small campfire in front of you provided the perfect amount of warmth and light on this spring evening. Watching the flames dance before you, you pulled your jacket closer to you subconsciously.

“You cold?” A concerned voice projected from behind you.

“Derek for the 5th time I’m fine!” You laughed and turned, looking up at the man. You were sitting on the forest floor on an old picnic rug while Derek sat above you on an old tree log. Sitting in between his legs you leaned back against the log, looking directly up towards the night sky you felt a pair of soft lips on your forehead. A small smile graced your lips are you closed your eyes and enjoyed the serenity before you.

“HEY! We agreed no PDA on this trip!” Stiles’ voice echoed in the night, he had just emerged from his tent holding a huge bag of marshmallows and packets of chocolate and sweet biscuits. A deep growl sounded behind you. It took you 3 days of nonstop convincing to persuade Derek to come on this trip with the pack, and while it seemed a good idea at the time, you wondered if this might just be the event that pushes him over the edge, Stiles undoubtably doing the pushing.

Its not that he didn’t want to be there, he did. Because you were there. And seeing you smile was reward enough. It was the having to share your attention that bothered him. You both had such busy lives that in between the homework and scheming, weekends were often the only time you got to spend alone together. And even though those days were mainly spent lounging around the loft, attempting to cook or watching movies, it was those moments Derek craved the most. Watching you softly hum a tune while chopping vegetables for dinner, seeing you wrapped up in a fluffy blanket on his couch, those were the moments he desired. A brief moment where time stood still, a moment, forever suspended in Derek’s mind, no one could take from him. It was a moment just for him, as horribly cliché as it was, it made him feel like you were the only two people on earth. Nothing mattered, he didn’t care that you burnt dinner or that the movie sucked, because he had you by his side, his one remaining, consistent ray of hope.

As soon as you had brought up the camping trip, Derek knew he didn’t have a lot of choice in the matter, either go with you, and spend time with the group of teenagers, or spend the weekend home alone. But it was the way your face lit up as he pulled into the forest clearing, that reassured him he made the right choice. Seeing you happy was what motivated him these days, a constant reminder even on his darkest days that there are things worth living for. There is a reason to wake up and fight every day, to persevere. That reason was you.

Watching Stiles stumble over to the campfire, dropping half the supplies on the way, Derek snuck another kiss to your cheek. You were so grateful he came, knowing how frustrated Stiles made him. Lydia followed Stiles, picking up the materials he dropped, her perfect strawberry blonde hair was hidden under a thick beanie, her body wrapped in layers upon layers of winter clothing.

“Remind me again who’s bright idea it was to have a camping trip in the middle of nowhere, when hotels exist?” She complained.

“Lydia, relax! Camping is fun, you just have to loosen up a bit.” Allison defended her idea. She always spoke of how she spent weeks camping with her father and how her favourite memories were of those trips. She was huddled up next to Scott on the log, both sharing a blanket over their knees. Lydia slumped next to Allison with a small, defeated sigh.

“Cabo. I gave up a weekend in Cabo for this.” She muttered.

“Here Lydia this will fix it.” Stiles’ attempt at cheering her up was one perfectly melted s’more. His offer only met by the scrunched-up face of Lydia.

“You don’t seriously expect me to eat that do you?” Stiles simply rolled his eyes.

“Lydia s’mores are a camping tradition okay? It dates back to the 1920’s when boy scouts used to make them at summer camps.” Stiles argued his snack, and everyone rolled their eyes. Of course, stiles knew the origin of s’mores. “Lydia please just try it?” he held up the melted treat once more, begging Lydia to take it. Lydia sighed and grabbed the sweet with two fingers, careful to not spill any dripping chocolate on herself, she placed the whole thing in her mouth. Her once annoyed expression now replaced by one of joy.

“Okay okay maybe they aren’t THAT bad.” She admitted.

Stiles continued making more s’mores, handing them out to everyone in the group as he went, admittedly taking more than a few for himself. Even Derek tried one, he pretended to hate how sweet it was, but you could see right through him, your suspicions only confirmed when he stole one right out of your hand before you had the chance to eat it.

As the night continued, everyone shared stories and memories of the past year, their own take on what made the time memorable for them. What surprised you was the lack of stories involving the supernatural. Sure, Stiles’ favourite memory was of him “single-handedly taking down the biggest werewolf.” But the rest were mundane considering how often you were all caught up in something other-worldly.

Scott’s favourite memory was making first line, matched only by the moment he saw Allison for the first time. Such a hopeless romantic that boy is. Stiles and Derek rolled their eyes, Stiles even fake gagging hearing this. But Lydia and you could only look at the couple with adoration, a small “aww” coming from Lydia when Scott pulled Allison into a kiss.

Allison’s favourite memory was Scott’s first game she watched. Commenting how worried she was in the first half, only to be impressed at how well he came back. She said that’s when she knew she wanted to be with him, something about his determination to do and be better. Watching Scott blush, you could only admire how in love they were, how their eyes had that spark whenever they were around one another.

Stiles ruined the moment in classic fashion, talking about how one night he was backed into a corner with only a baseball bat to defend himself, against a werewolf. Everyone knew the details were exaggerated, that what actually happened was Allison spotted Stiles in danger and shot an arrow into the wolfs lower back, causing it to retreat immediately. But you all let him have his moment of glory, however misplaced it was.

Lydia’s moment was one that surprised us all, she spoke about how she was struggling at home having her parents constantly fight, watching their marriage slowly turn the two into strangers. She told everyone how ready she was to give up, to stop trying to be the perfect daughter, how she thought she didn’t matter to the world, and then she met Allison. At first, she was only impressed with her fashion sense, finally having some one around who understood the importance of quality, but soon Lydia realised there was so much more to her, her new friend was a much-needed refreshment. One that gave Lydia a reason to continue even when things were hard at home.

Stiles’ eyes were brimmed with tears, heartbroken that the woman he had so much love for, had ever thought about giving up. Breaking the silence Derek decided it was his turn to speak, clearing his throat before he began.

Derek spoke about how he didn’t have much after his family passed, how his idea of people important to him had changed, he had accepted being alone for the foreseeable future if it meant no one around him had to suffer. He shifted uncomfortably on the log, not due to its flat surface but rather opening up making him feel awkward and anxious. His hands were placed on your shoulder, pulling you closer in between his legs, you reached up and squeezed one of his hands, signalling you were there for him, you wanted him to continue. He went on to talk about his first interaction with Scott and Stiles and that if he had any idea how much of an impact the two teens would have on him, he never would have bothered them that day in the woods. Stiles opened his mouth offended, but before he could voice his defence, Derek continued admitting it did have its benefits though, meeting them, lead him to you, and for that he was grateful.

Leaning down he went to place a kiss on your head, you leaned back and looked up, wanting his lips to meet yours instead. Kissing him, you felt passion behind him, behind his words, this tough werewolf was opening up, only allowing your love for him to grow twofold. Pulling apart you looked into his eyes, the campfire reflected in their green tinge. You could only smile up at him, mesmerised for a moment, and if it wasn’t for Stiles clearing his throat, you had no doubt you would have spent the night in trace.

Looking at the teenager now, you glared at him playfully.

“Well come on y/n you’re the only one left.” Stiles commented.

“My favourite moment?” You looked towards the campfire, thinking for a moment. A small smile spreading across your face. “Tonight. Here with you guys, this is my favourite moment.” You looked around the fire, seeing the faces of the people who mean the most to you. Your chosen family. Your pack.

“Cliché much?” Stiles grumbled. Everyone laughed at the boy, Derek throwing a loose marshmallow at him. “Oh, come on?! My story was so much cooler than everyone’s!”

The forest was filled with the laughter of you and your friends, carrying it late into the night and early into the next morning, no one wanting the fun to end.

***

“I meant what I said you know?” Derek’s voice came from above you. You had all retreated to your tents, Stiles bunking with Scott, much to Scott’s dismay, who wanted to spend the night next to Allison. Stiles, knowing Lydia would rather sleep next to her best friend, convinced Scott he didn’t want Allison listen to him snore all night. You were laying in your own tent, safe in Derek’s arms, the werewolf bare-chested, even though you were positive it was -5 outside. Cuddled up to his side you looked up towards his voice. He lay staring at the roof of the tent, one arm behind his head, the other wrapped around your shoulders.

“What do you mean?” You questioned.

“Around the campfire, I meant what I said, about being grateful for meeting Scott and Stiles, because it led me to you.” As the last word passed his lips, he looked down at you, a serious look on his face.

“I know, Derek.” You whispered back.

“No but I don’t think you understand.” He shifted, pulling his arm away from your and sliding down so that you were face to face with each other, both laying on your sides. “I don’t ever want to be without you y/n. You make every day better just by being around, and when you’re not, nothing feels right. I want to share every moment with you, good or bad. And if that means spending a camping trip with one of the most obnoxious people, I have ever met…” You giggled. “…Then I’ll do it 10 times over, just to see you smile.” His hand was placed on your cheek, softly rubbing his thumb along your skin.

“I love you.” You whispered.

“Love you more.” He moved forward, placing a soft kiss to your forehead before adjusting himself into the position he was before. Your head on his chest, you listened to the soft beating of his heart, his hand making soft circles on your back as you drifted off to sleep.

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