A collection of one shots that I wrote and posted on my tumblr account (lefteagleblizzard) after watching some of this movies. All of these are gender neutral reader, unless stated otherwise
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Summary: A normal day inside of your new life as Derek inside this simple yet intriguing town while ghosts from the past keep haunting you.
Warnings: No pronouns used towards the reader so everyone can read. fluff. Fake identities but no names used. Fake marriage. Smut at the end.
Note: I highly suggest you read the first part of the story or you just won't understand anything
Words count: 6500
The morning light seeps through the sheer curtains, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. You stir, slowly emerging from the depths of sleep, and blink against the light. Your eyes land on Derek, standing at the foot of the bed. He's already dressed, though his choice of outfit is characteristically chaotic: a bright red tie against a loud purple shirt, paired with a teal jacket and trousers. The combination is almost painful to look at, but it's so quintessentially Derek that you can't help but smile.
Before you can even greet him, he's on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. His lips find yours in a series of rapid, fervent kisses, moving from your mouth to your cheeks, to your eyelids, and back again.
"Morning, love," he mutters between kisses, his voice a husky rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. "Miss me?" he murmurs between kisses, his voice husky and warm. "I couldn't wait for you to wake up."
You try to respond, but his relentless affection makes it difficult to form coherent words. "Derek... I... Good morning," you manage to get out, laughing softly. Your arms wrapping around his neck as you return his kisses.
He grins, his hands roaming over your sides, his body pinning you in place. "You have no idea how much I've missed you," he murmurs, his voice low and filled with an intensity that makes your heart race. "You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?"
You can't help but laugh, the sound bubbling up despite the haze of sleep. "I think you might be the crazy one, Derek. Especially with that outfit."
He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with desire. "You like it? Figured I'd give the locals something to talk about."
You roll your eyes playfully. "They're already talking about you, Derek. You don't need to give them any more reasons."
His expression grows serious, his gaze locking onto yours. "I don't give a fuck about what they think. The only thing that matters to me is you."
He leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, demanding kiss that leaves you breathless. His hands are everywhere, his touch searing through the thin fabric of your nightgown.
You're completely at his mercy, but you wouldn't have it any other way. His intensity, his passion, it's all part of who he is - and you love him for it.
"There's always work to be done, especially with these idiots in town. Can't expect anything to get done properly without me, can we?" He chuckles, his breath hot against your ear.
