Ship Meme

♛ : OTP for my muse

Derek + Not constantly being shit on by the writers, damn it! Or, alternatively, Derek + Happiness.

☠ : NOTP for my muse

Derek/Kate. I’m pretty sure this is a given by now, but yes, I just…n o!

♙ : Character my muse hates

Himself.

Kate Argent. I’m pretty sure it doesn’t need to be expanded on, so I’m just going to leave it at that.

♗ : Child!Character my muse would adopt.

All the children! No, really, I can see Derek wrangling up all the forgotten and ignored children and teens—those who’re lost or are outcasts, the ones without real family ties—and adopting them into his pack.

♠ : Character my muse would have a one night stand with.

Uhh…Hmmm…I honestly don’t know. 

♥ : Weird ship I have for my muse.

Again, gonna have to go with Halecest.

♜ : My muse’s best friend.

Weeeell…it was Laura, but she’s dead now, so I don’t know.

☢ : Character my muse is afraid of.

Kate in the sense that he’s afraid of history repeating itself and him losing his new pack due to her psychotic ass.

☣ : Character my muse respects greatly.

D u d e. He respects the hell out of a lot of people (now), but I’m going to have to go with Scott, ultimately. He’s definitely grown up from being that annoying, whiny, lovesick pup to this really great man and ‘wolf. 

☩: Crossover Ship with my muse.

Fucking Daith. Derek/Faith. And I blame beautypowerdeath for that.

Jealous Memes

[Text] Why’re you so interested in my personal business all of a sudden?
[Text] You certainly sound jealous.

Scars Meme

Derek tried to ignore the way her fingers danced along the slightly raised scar that marred his otherwise unmarked flesh. He knew that it was odd–a werewolf with a scar–many had asked how that was even possible considering their accelerated healing, but no matter how many times people asked about it, he kept the explanation a secret, a private memory that was his (and Peter’s) alone.

Without realizing it, he shivered beneath her touch, eyes closing momentarily before he snapped back into reality, hand reaching out with enhanced reflexes, fingers curling around her wrist before pulling her away.

“Don’t.”

That was all he said. It wasn’t snapped. It wasn’t bitten out between clenched teeth. It was uttered softly, barely even loud enough for the Slayer to hear even with their close proximity, and it spoke volumes.

Text Meme

The ‘wolf stared at the screen in confusion, brows furrowing as he tried to figure out what was going on in Kenzi’s head to make her text that. Last he checked, he hadn’t done anything that would make her think that. Huffing, he hit the ‘reply’ button before texting his reply.

[Text] What are you talking about?
[Text] Where’s this even coming from?

Text Meme

Derek ignored the sharp, sudden pain he felt at reading that text, ignored the possibility of what it meant as he tapped out his own reply, and for a brief moment, he was glad that he was currently alone in the loft. At least this way he could deny any sort of emotional response after seeing the Slayer’s text. After all, there weren’t any nosy ‘wolves around to pick up on the shift in his scent.

[Text] You might want to double check who you’re texting next time.

Honesty Hour

“The Camaro.”

     The alpha doesn’t bother giving any further explanation for his decision. It’s for him to know and him only.

“Dude, does it have to be one thing? Because I have, like, a million different things I could say to that.”

     Of course, there’s one item in particular that springs to mind. A book his mother gave him shortly before she died——-a book he’d never understood the importance of until recently.

“It’s a book, okay?”

     Of all of his possessions that made it out of the fire, there’s only one thing that holds true value to him, and he knew that if the others found out that none besides Derek would understand the significance.

“A copy of Kerouac’s On the Road. “

     He personally couldn’t stand the book–it was too dry and bland for his liking–but it was the only physical thing he had left that had belonged to her.

"That's Dirty."

The werewolf’s eyes flashed a bright crimson as he watched the younger ‘wolf work away. He’d arrived only a few moments earlier, but he was certain that Scott would have sensed his presence when he was about a half a mile away. 

“Don’t stop,” he ordered, a smirk carving its place on the alpha’s lips.

"That's Dirty."

The alpha gave an annoyed huff before rolling his eyes. Giving the Slayer one of his patented—-according to the rest of the Pack—-glares, Derek crossed his arms over his chest before giving up and muttering the three words he knew he’d regret.

“I want you.”

Parenting Sentence Meme

Derek let out a soft snort as he watched the little girl running around in the preserve, getting dirtier and dirtier as each second passed. She didn’t seem to be slowing down or losing any sort of energy as she bound from tree to tree, trying to catch the jackrabbit that’d caught her attention.

“You do realize that she can hear you, right?” he asked, brow quirked.

Charlie, hearing heightened due to being a born ‘wolf, skid to a halt when she heard Stiles’ words. Giving a tiny huff of annoyance, she turned around and ran over to the two men, glaring at Stiles as soon as she was a few feet away from him. Lips curling into a small pout, she crossed her arms over her puffed out chest.

“I’m better than a puppy!” she whined, eyes flashing a bright gold out of reflex. She still couldn’t quite control the 'wolf part of her, and it was moments like this when it really showed. “Papa, tell him I’m better than a puppy.”

Derek, in response, held up his hands and shook his head, refusing to take any part of the conversation.