Teen wolf imagines

Derek ~ Thanks Der.

I sat in Derek's loft, my older brother had told me to wait on our couch in silence for my date. I was a little concerned at what he would say to Stile when he walked through the door, but I had Isaac on my side. He had been staying here for a while and I had gotten close to him, he was like my brother. The alarm turned green and the door slowly opened. "Hey!" I stood excited and began to walk over but Isaacs hand grabbed my arm and held me back. "Not so fast. Let him have his moment." Isaac chuckled. I glared at him.

"What are your intentions with my sister?" Derek folded his arms. I scoffed. "Holy cow, you went all out big brother mode." I chuckled. Stiles gulped, fiddled with his fingers and began to stutter. "Uh, I was- we were-." He struggled to get the words out. I walked over to him and interlaced my fingers with his. "We were going to meet up with Scott and Malia and have a picnic under the stars." I smiled and rested my chin on his shoulder as I wrapped my arms around his surprisingly muscular one. "Good, so you wont be alone." Derek asked, pointing to the both of us. "No, Sir. Derek- Sir." Stiles said, his voice gradually getting more and more disappointed every second. "Alright, you can go. But I swear to god.. You so much as harm a hair on her body and I'll rip your throat out. With. My. Teeth." Stiles gulped and squeezed his hand. "Oh please, you'll have to go through me." I chuckled. "See you later Derek." He smiled slightly as Stiles and I turned around and walked out of the door.

"Picnic under the stars." I beamed as he opened the jeep door for me. "I cant wait." We began to drive down the road. We talked about our days as we finally reached the forest and he drove to lookout point. Between the tree he parked and we made our way to the edge of the surface. "Where are Scott and Malia?" I asked. He grabbed a blanket and the picnic basket from the trunk. "I thought, tonight it could be just the two of us." He lay out the blanket as we both sat down. "You cold?" He asked as I rubbed my arms. I nodded slightly and he handed me his jacket after he sat, he pulled it over my shoulders and I budge closer to him. Then, he lit two tea-light candles in beautiful lantern holders and opened up the picnic basket. "Okay, so I'm not a number one chef but I prepared spaghetti bolognese." He admitted proudly. He handed me a plastic tub. "Sorry, my dad didn't trust me with plates." He chuckled. "No, No. It's perfect, its amazing." I smiled, he looked over to me and in that second I knew. I placed a gentle kiss on his lips and he, in tern, did the same. I ran my fingers through his hair as he gently caressed my face. "I love you so much." He whispered. "I love you too." I whispered back. He ran his hands through my hair, "God your beautiful." Dinner was amazing, more amazing then you've ever tasted. And Stiles was even better, by the end of the night he had treated me like a princess and I was happy to be his.

We opened the door to my loft and walked in as i held his hand and wrapped my other arm around the same arm. "Your home just in time." Derek stood, arms folded. I smiled at Stiles and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow, baby." Stiles quickly kissed my lips before letting go of my hand and leaving. "Sleep well." He closed the door and I turned to Derek, beaming. "What are you so happy about, Hanger-mouth?" Derek smirked. "Stiles told me he loves me." I  chirped. "And I said it back." Dereks grin turned to a genuine smile. "Im happy for you sis." He chuckled. "Thanks, Der."