Then, he gets the text. The text, okay. I’m pregnant, it reads. All unassuming, no punctuation or emoticons or, you know, actual emotion. Derek checks the date. It’s not April first. It’s the beginning of March, which Derek probably should have remembered. A moment later, another text comes in that says, Dad says I should have waited to tell you in person. Then, two seconds after that, He also says I shouldn't have admitted that I told someone before you. Love you, boo. Call me.
Stiles and Derek have a baby. They are happy.
- Part 1 of mpreg!verse
A retelling of Teen Wolf, had Laura not died.
VERY loose adaptations of season 1, 2, and 3, followed by a wholly original idea for the final act of the series.
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
12 Oct 2015
(952): What's the best day of the week to potentially find out you're pregnant with your ex's baby?
(+44): He's so in love with you that you could fuck a blood relative and he'd be like "I just want you to be happy"
“So,” he starts, pressing his lips together like he only does when he’s trying really hard not to cry. “What’s the best day of the week to potentially find out you’re pregnant with your ex’s baby? Because I feel like Thursday night sucks as a day to find that out.”
- Part 10 of Howls From Last Night
"Was that Polish?" Derek repeated, eyes glued on Stiles. He took another step into the room. Stiles tilted his head in confusion, his heart beginning to pound for an entirely different reason.
"Yes, why?" he answered slowly. Derek's eyes flashed a brilliant yellow before he snapped his gaze up to meet Stiles.
"Can we talk? Alone," he pressed out. Stiles just nodded dumbly, following in bewilderment as Derek hurried up the staircase and into his room.
"If this is about me calling your sisters whores, it was just a joke," he began as the door swung closed.
"You called my sisters whores?" he asked in confused amusement. Stiles scoffed and looked away.
"No, I didn't call them anything," he lied. Derek didn't reply, just peered at the boy intensely. After a moment of silence Stiles started to squirm.