This is a collection of one-shots that I have just come up with. So are sad, some don't fit the story line, but it's just random;)
Summary: Derek had set rules when it came to his pack. First, no maiming or killing specific human members (a certain sarcastic human). Second, no gnawing on the furniture (aimed at Loppy Jaw himself). Third, no having sex in anyone's room apart from their own (insert look at a certain blonde). And fourth? Don't ever, ever, ever pee off Derek. Though - that never really worked out. Pack includes: Stiles, Scott, Derek, Peter, Erica, Boyd, Jackson, Lydia, Allison, Isaac. Series of one-shots!
1. MAKING OF THE RULES.
"SCOTT! DUDE! WHY'D YOU HAVE TO GET DOGGY DROOL ALL ON MY SEAT!?" Stiles yelled at his best friend, after noticing him gnawing on his wooden chair that was at the dining table, teeth marks evident.
"ERICA! BOYD! THIS IS MY ROOM! DO IT IN YOUR OWN!" Isaac shouted from above, clearly walking in on Erica and Boyd sexing in up in Isaac's room.
"DID YOU MAKE ANOTHER DOG JOKES, STILINSKI!?" Jackson yelled, growling.
Derek had had enough. Letting out an almighty howl, everyone was gathered in the living room in a second. Derek was looking at them all, well, glaring like he usually did.
Big bad alpha was holding a sheet of paper, wrote all in capitals and it had pins to be pinned to the wall. The confused faces of the pack looked up at him.
"This," Derek growled, pissed, "is our rules. I'm pissed off with the way you guys have been acting. Rule number one: no maiming or killing human pack members-" cue pointed look at the only human pack member who could piss them all off. Said pack member looked anywhere but the stares from his pack. "-including the annoying one. Rule number two: no eating the furniture-" Cue look at Loppy Jaw, aka Scott. "-it's disgusting. Rule number three: no doing it on other's beds. It's disgusting and you have your own-" Derek glanced at the blonde in the corner. "-and rule number four: under no circumstances can you disobey this rule. Don't piss me off. Got it? Great."
It was silent for a moment.
Stiles stood up. "WHO'S GONNA GET RID OFF THE DOGGY DROOL ON MY CHAIR!?"
Isaac followed suit. "OR BOYD'S JIZZ ON MY BED!?"
Jackson jumped up. "NOT TO MENTION JUST KILLING STILES TO GET RID OF HIM!"
"You are disobeying the rule," Derek growled, "Pissing. Me. Off."
"Sourwolf," Stiles muttered.
"Heard that," Derek said back.
"You were supposed to, dicksplash," Stiles said. "Can I borrow a tissue, at least? None of you have to sit on Scott's slobber!"
"Can I rip your throat out!?" Jackson asked angrily.
Derek growled at them loudly. "ROOMS, NOW!"
Heads slumped as Scott and Allison headed for theirs, Isaac to his, Jackson and Lydia to theirs and Erica and Boyd to theirs.
"Derek..." Stiles' voice came from behind him.
Derek sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What, Stiles?"
"Can we get a puppy?"
A groan came as he was threw into a wall. Ouch, bad move.
And the rules BEGIN!
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