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Derek blows out a heavy sigh, standing tall. He looks ahead down the road, but nothing moves. Turning to the side shows a similar sight. Derek’s mouth pinches down into an unhappy frown as he twists himself around to look behind him and again it’s nothing.
"Why the long face, Sourwolf?"
Derek holds back the gasp that wants to rip out of his throat and turns around. A boy is standing in front of him who can’t be older than eighteen, wearing a jacket over some stupid logo tee. He smiles, big and wide.
"Get out of here, kid." Derek growls.
"But you called me here," The smile only grows as inky black floods into his eyes.
Derek’s mouth opens as he looks the demon up and down. “You’re not a crossroads demon.”
"Nah, but when I realized that it was Derek Hale looking for a deal… Why, I just rushed right over.” The boy walks over to circle him, looking up and down. His steps pause slightly when he’s behind Derek and he makes a happy little noise in the back of his throat. “Well, aren’t you just edible. Mmm. And I know why you’re here, little wolf. First mommy and daddy and now big sister.” The demon makes a soft, cooing noise. 
"Shut up,"
He laughs, big and loud and far too bright for the creature currently residing inside. “So witty,” Big hands come up to play with the lapels of his leather jacket, snapping them into place before smoothing his hands across them, finger tips teasing across the skin of his neck. Derek can’t help flinching back which earns him another laugh. “Tell me what you want.”
"I want you to bring Laura back,"
The demons shoves his hand deep inside the pockets of his jeans, strutting around in front of him. “And in exchange I get you, ten years down the line.” He glances at the wolf out of the corner of his eye. “Though with your luck, maybe sooner.”
Derek narrows his eyes, but gives a sharp nod. This doesn’t earn him a goofy smile, but a cold smirk and the black is taking over his eyes again. A hand is pulled out of his pocket and he crooks a finger. Derek moves in, intending to seal the deal when it laughs, warm breath puffing across Derek’s lips.
"Honey, it’s gonna take a lot more than a kiss to seal this deal."

Derek blows out a heavy sigh, standing tall. He looks ahead down the road, but nothing moves. Turning to the side shows a similar sight. Derek’s mouth pinches down into an unhappy frown as he twists himself around to look behind him and again it’s nothing.

"Why the long face, Sourwolf?"

Derek holds back the gasp that wants to rip out of his throat and turns around. A boy is standing in front of him who can’t be older than eighteen, wearing a jacket over some stupid logo tee. He smiles, big and wide.

"Get out of here, kid." Derek growls.

"But you called me here," The smile only grows as inky black floods into his eyes.

Derek’s mouth opens as he looks the demon up and down. “You’re not a crossroads demon.”

"Nah, but when I realized that it was Derek Hale looking for a deal… Why, I just rushed right over.” The boy walks over to circle him, looking up and down. His steps pause slightly when he’s behind Derek and he makes a happy little noise in the back of his throat. “Well, aren’t you just edible. Mmm. And I know why you’re here, little wolf. First mommy and daddy and now big sister.” The demon makes a soft, cooing noise. 

"Shut up,"

He laughs, big and loud and far too bright for the creature currently residing inside. “So witty,” Big hands come up to play with the lapels of his leather jacket, snapping them into place before smoothing his hands across them, finger tips teasing across the skin of his neck. Derek can’t help flinching back which earns him another laugh. “Tell me what you want.”

"I want you to bring Laura back,"

The demons shoves his hand deep inside the pockets of his jeans, strutting around in front of him. “And in exchange I get you, ten years down the line.” He glances at the wolf out of the corner of his eye. “Though with your luck, maybe sooner.”

Derek narrows his eyes, but gives a sharp nod. This doesn’t earn him a goofy smile, but a cold smirk and the black is taking over his eyes again. A hand is pulled out of his pocket and he crooks a finger. Derek moves in, intending to seal the deal when it laughs, warm breath puffing across Derek’s lips.

"Honey, it’s gonna take a lot more than a kiss to seal this deal."

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justdesti-el:

loki-dokey:

lordwhat:

This is what I choose to do with my spare time.

I JUST LOS T My SHIT

I’m sO FUCKING DONE

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yourmediahasproblems:

littlemissrantsalot:

yourmediahasproblems:

i want to create a tv show about a group of friends where they’re all queer except the one token cishet friend who’s only there to say stereotypical “straight” things for laughs like “macklemore got me into rap” and “my mom and i got into a fight because she wouldn’t buy me a fourth obey snapback”

Or we could just stop stereotyping people.

you’re cast