#Derek doesn’t get it

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Derek asks to win a bet, nothing more, nothing less. His own curiosity was secondary. So he asks, as his eyes bore down into Stiles.

“So, what is your favourite colour then?”

Stiles’ breath hitches before he answers. “Green”

Derek contemplates, confused, as he had heard Stiles answer the same question two night ago. He could have sworn Stiles had said red.

[hobgoblinns]

the inherent homoeroticism of having your mind telepathically invaded by your oldest friend and enemy whom you thought was long dead as he reluctantly pleads for your help, causing you to immediately rush to his aid even if it means revisiting your most traumatic memory

[i-may-be-an-emu]

sfth sketches :)

Father Andrews

Derek (or it’s meant to be lol)

Gareth

AJ

[sunmoontruth-stiles]

I need a completely rewritten teen wolf series with Derek Hale as the main character. I think it would heal me.

[disventure-rewrite-takes]

i would have put more emphasis on lakes sexuality in her original season. We only know she’s a lesbian because of a pride post. It would have been cool to see her talking about it with Rosa maria or maggy. About how she doesn’t want to get married to this guy because she isn’t attracted to men, but doesn’t have the words to describe it. Maybe Rosa and maggy help her realize that being same sex attracted is normal and nothing wrong with it. (Maggy autocorrected to maggot like 4 times wtf)

fr like i think besides jaiden, season 2 had no mention/hint of queerness and then BAM half the cast shows up in the pride post. uhhh thanks for the half-assed representation from unbearable/boring characters that we will never see again i guess! you’re so progressive ONC!

[loverboybrightsideghost]

congrats to derek klena for being maybe the one person in the entire universe with that accent who i actually believe as an actor. idk whenever i’ve heard almost any other character/actor use that kind of accent while acting it’s like i don’t believe they’re really whatever character they are. and him singing too? congrats derek klena

[zappedbyzabka]

Oh man, now my mind is on Nick Conforth (Ralph’s character on Psyche) x Derek Bagg (Billy’s character on Psych)

Conforth has issues with his self-esteem, feels like he’s weak and pathetic for freezing up when things get real, and it doesn’t help that he had those two idiots, Shawn and Gus, trick him and get him in a shit ton of trouble, then "fix" it by getting him back the job that has done nothing but prove to him that he’s a loser. But then here comes Bagg in all his obnoxious glory, excited to start at the academy. Apparently he caught Derek’s attention as much as the blonde caught his, because from day one he seemed determined to annoy Nick into fucking him stupider than he already looked to be, but he also really lifts Nick’s confidence; doing things like groping his arms and saying they’re "getting strong,"; telling him he looks good in a uniform; coming to Nick for help, adorably red-faced and embarrassed, when he’s having trouble understanding the work he gave him, and looking at Nick like he’s the smartest man in the world when he’s explaining it to him. He said he thought it was "so cool" that Nick had been to a crime scene when he told him why he got suspended (instead of focusing on the part where Nick froze in fear and got left there), and he was all doe-eyed and amazed, his pretty pink lips parted invitingly, when Nick explained how he arrested two criminals and got reinstated—he called him brave, and it was then that Nick kissed him, his confidence soaring.

[rmblythe7]

Can’t I just have a dark cloak wearing, broody, silently sexy, loner with amazing hair without having to question whether or not he’s evil? IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK

I may have a type. I also may have a problem.

[jade-jupiter]

dude watching a criticism of the teen wolf movie and this guy is just saying my thoughts it’s so funny

[castelled-away]

The scene in „The Hunter’s Heart“ where Arthur unknowingly hunts Gwen (while she’s a deer) gives me Disney’s Swan Lake-vibes bc the prince (Derek) also hunts Odette in her swan-form while also not knowing that it is her

[only-one-brain-cell]

“There’s no way of knowing if the whole thing is gonna ultimately collapse into one gargantuan black hole.” Thanks for the existential crisis Spence.

[gothprentiss]

if you’ve ever found my f*c extremely offputtingly abstruse just know that i have NEVER made good on the clear and present danger of writing derek & emily reading like william james and karl barth. so in some ways i’m an icon of restraint

[all-mirth-no-matter]

One more thing (probably not one more but one more for today). How did Derek not connect that the forests that were being burned down were Rowan trees? And how did he not realize there was now all this mountain ash?

Like even in a far fetched scenario where Harris had managed to clean the area completely free of ash from the fires before the authorities showed up, there would still be trace amounts of it, or the scent of the original wood. Even if it’d been clear enough for Derek to be able to step foot in that area, he couldn’t smell or feel it in his supernatural bones, either of them? Peter can tell that the animal clinic is “half made” with mountain ash and they both knew that one chest Talia’s claws were in was made out of rowan wood.

They made it clear that Derek was their “special expert” who definitely stepped foot on all those locations. But it took Jackson visiting once and making an off-handed comment while playing the reluctant detective sidekick? Come onnnnnn.

[laikinz]

last two days have been so.. umm a lot they’ve been a lot

[reidrum]

close to home | s.r

pairing: spencer reid x reader

a/n: this has been rotting in my brain for days now i hope you enjoy the angsty comfort this brought me <3 my requests are open (guidelines in pinned!) or if you wanna just chat hop in my ask box :) gonna hopefully work on a smut fic in the next week so keep an eye out hehe

cw: angst, hurt/comfort, protective!spencer, afab!reader who uses she/her pronouns, non bau!reader, cm type violence, reader sustains injuries from unsub, vague description of injuries, maeve mentions, derek being a good friend, spencer being so in love with reader, this takes place probably a year after maeve, inconsistencies with tls and characters but who cares

wc: 2.4k

summary: the bau is working a local case when their unsub strikes again mid investigation, hotch tells reid and morgan to go check it out but spencer finds the address of the crime to be a little too familar

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whenever the bau has a case based in the dc area, it’s always a little easier on the team. familiar stomping grounds, ease of resources, no major time difference, and everyone can sleep in their own beds. the hard part about home cases is knowing there’s a serial killer in the place they know deeply, with people they cared about deeply.

spencer and callahan are in the middle of the bullpen staring at the giant white board with all the evidence they have so far. the unsub has been killing women in their mid 20s in the local dc area, with the mo currently unknown. there had already been two victims, both killed in their homes. spencer was currently trying to analyze all the information the case had alongside with what garcia was able to provide, and he was still hitting a dead end. morgan had joined them at some point too, trying to offer what he could remember from the crime scenes but to no avail. he felt his eyes straining and dropping so he decided to get more coffee, but was stopped by hotch and garcia entering the bullpen.

“police just got a 911 call about a break in, but there’s a witness this time. she was home when it happened and it looks like he didn’t expect that and tried to knock her out before escaping. i think it sounds like our unsub. morgan and reid i need you to go check out the scene and interview the witness, see what she remembers.” hotch explained.

morgan and reid nodded as garcia spoke up, “i just sent the address to your phones, it’s a house on hillcrest so it's not that far from here.”

spencer froze. he had to have heard wrong, she did not say hillcrest, “did you say hillcrest?”

“yeah hillcrest drive. it’s like, a 15 minute drive it’s not that bad.”

he felt his heart drop to his feet, a sinking feeling building in his gut. that was the street you lived on. he tried to ground himself with logic, the probability of it being your house is only 10%, but he was dreading asking the fated question.

“garcia, what’s the house number?”

“reid, i already sent it to your pho-���

“garcia, what is the house number,” he spoke again. 

please don’t say 1159 please don’t say 1159 please don’t say-

“1159.”

fuck. the color drained from his face, and the nausea was building to a head quickly. spencer hurriedly tried to think through the last time he spoke to you, last night? this morning? he doesn’t check on you as much as he does when he’s not on a case, but oh my god why can’t he remember the last time he saw you.

“reid,” hotch bellows, finally breaking spencer out of his trance, “what is it? what do you know?”

he shook his head,  “nothing. morgan, let’s go.” he grabbed his jacket and booked it out the door.

morgan, garcia, and hotch all looked at each other in concern, before morgan spoke up, “i’ll see what’s up.” the latter two nodded softly, though the worry didn’t let up in their eyes.

morgan walked up to the car to find spencer repeatedly trying to call someone on the phone, clearly unable to get through and getting really frustrated.

spencer was alerted by morgan’s presence hearing the car unlock but he didn’t even look at him, just immediately got in the car and strapped his seat belt. morgan joined him in the drivers seat giving him a wary look before turning the car on and pulling out of the bureau.

“okay reid, spill it. it’s obvious you know who lives here.” morgan speaks up.

“just drive, please.”

“because if you know something, something that could help the case, it would be helpful if we knew.”

“morgan, just drive.” he borderline yells.

he raises his eyebrows at his raised voice, “listen kid, i’m just trying to help you. i can see you’re upset but we’re on the same side, you know that.”

spencer takes a shaky breath, feeling another shade of guilt at yelling at one of his friends, for something he didn’t even know about. he’d kept you a secret for many reasons— your relationship with him was still new, and he just wanted to keep you to himself for a bit. after what happened with maeve, he felt especially more responsible at keeping you safe and making sure you didn’t get tangled up in his line of work.

some job he did of that.

the one thing he regrets about how he handled the maeve situation, was not asking for help until it was almost too late. for not doing anything about her stalker when he was part of one of the most famous fbi teams built to find people like that. he’d always live with that guilt, but he vowed not to do that with you.

he loved you so much. you were so kind, and smart, and beautiful. a breath of fresh air after feeling lost in a dark tunnel for so long. you were so understanding when he explained what he did for a living, and what had happened to him and people he cared about as a result. he still remembers what you said to him when he told you that you could have an out, if you wanted.

“any risk is worth taking if getting to be with you is the consolation prize.”

tears welled up in eyes thinking about the memory. if you were willing to take any risk, then he should be able to as well.

he cleared his throat, and morgan’s ears perked up, “my uh, my girlfriend lives there. where the unsub, at- attacked.” he voiced softly.

morgan looked at him for a beat while driving, spencer missing the way his face dropped. he tightened his hands on the wheels, and didn’t hesitate to turn the lights and siren on and shift gears to speed up.

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the car pulled onto your street and the first thing spencer sees is the flashing light of the ambulances. morgan doesn’t even put the car in park before spencer’s bolting out hoping he can find you quickly.

he’s asking all the paramedics he’s passing if they’ve seen you or know if you’re being treated, were you transferred to a hospital and he didn’t know, the tunnel vision slowly overtaking him until he hears a voice breaking through like sunlight call out his name.

he whips his head in the direction he heard it come from, and he’s never been more grateful to be met with the beautiful sight of you. you watch his eyes widen and let out a sigh before running over to where you were sitting in the back of the ambulance. he’s definitely not thinking when he goes in to hug you, not even knowing the extent of your injuries. he’s overtaken by the desperate need to hold you in his arms so he knows you’re safe and okay.

“hi,” you choke out muffled, “funny seeing you here.”

he pulls back to inspect your face, taking note of a small cut above your left eyebrow and the beginning splotches of a bruise forming on your lower jaw. his heart aches so much looking at you, knowing what happened to you and who did this to you.

“hi, honey,” he lets out tearfully, “are you okay? i mean, of course you’re not. but what did the paramedics say? did they give you anything? are you sure they checked all your injuries? you know what, let me go call the guy over. i’ll be literally two seconds.” his panicked ramble fading off as he rounds the truck you’re sat in to find the emt.

upon his extensive questioning of the man who treated you, he found out that you had sustained a minor concussion from when the unsub swung at you with an umbrella, superficial cuts caused by a broken vase you threw to defend yourself, and a dislocated shoulder from getting shoved into the wall.

you were okay, but at what cost.

the emt leaves you two and spencer sits himself next to you on the rig. he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you as tight as he can and the other hand cradles your head into the crook of his neck, holding you so tight he’s hoping he can squeeze the bad memories out of you. it’s at this moment of feeling safe and sound in his arms when the adrenaline of your attack wears off.

spencer hears a small whimper and feels a few hot tears trickle down his neck, your breathing gets faster as you’re attempting to beat your body’s fear response. the slow build up of sobs starting to rack your chest, and he immediately holds you tighter.

“it’s over, baby, they won’t hurt you anymore. i promise.”

you sniffle, “i know, i just can’t believe this happened. to me, to us. it’s not fair to you.” trailing off the last two words.

“to me? wh- what do you mean?”

you take a deep breath, “i don’t mean to bring it up again, i just know how eerily similar this is to a past experience you’ve had. and i hoped that i wouldn’t be in a position to make you feel that way again. i don’t know why this happened, i'm sorry.”

he looked down at you incredulously. genuinely unable to believe that you were sitting next to him on an ambulance, beaten up with bruises and scars after a home invasion attack, worried about how he would feel when he got to you. it was enough to finally let the swell of tears saved up in his eyes fall.

“oh sweetheart,” he chokes out, realizing you’ve been trying to be brave for him this whole time, “what happened is not your fault, do you understand me? my job is to always worry about you and your safety. when garcia said the address i…i couldn’t even process it, i don’t even know how i got to the car,” he shook his head, “but i am the last person you need to push your emotions down for. i will always take them in stride and love you even more for that, okay?”

“okay,” you take a shaky breath, “i love you.”

“i love you.” he leans down to press a kiss to the crown of your head.

both of your heads look up at an approaching figure, who you quickly recognize to be ssa derek morgan. you knew spencer hadn’t told the team about you yet, so you tried to sit up independently as fast as you could before he came over and suspected something.

spencer’s grip didn’t let up when he bent down and whispered, “it’s okay, he knows.” you look up at him with wide eyes when derek finally reaches you.

“reid, i already talked to the detectives and we’re good to go when you’re ready,” he turns his body to you and gives you a comforting smile, “hi sweetheart, i’m derek morgan, it’s nice to meet you.”

spencer rolls his eyes at the nickname while you giggle softly, “hi derek, i’ve heard so much about you. it's nice to finally meet you too.”

“i wish it were under better circumstances,” he sighs, “listen, i know it’s all still really fresh for you, but it might help the case if you’re able to come in for a cognitive interview, or even talk to a sketch artist.”

spencer doesn’t miss a beat before protesting, “absolutely not. we can do it later, it’s fine.”

“reid-“

you look up at him placing your hand on his chest, “spence, it’s okay. i want to help, please.”

he rests his hand on top yours and gives it a light squeeze, “okay, but i’m not leaving you alone for a second.”

“i didn’t think you would.” you smile.

“alright lovebirds, you can have your private time later, we should go now.” derek teases.

spencer groans, “see this is why i didn’t say anything.”

“you think i’m bad? wait till penelope meets her.”

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the three of you pile into the car before starting the drive to spencer’s apartment so he could get you a change of clothes and other things you might need. you end up falling asleep in the back seat, the final stage of your shock sinking in like a rock. spencer checks on you from the rear view mirror and sees you passed out, and smiles.

“she’s cute,” derek starts, “can i ask how long?”

“nine months.” he replies, fishing for something out of his pocket.

“pretty boy hid a girl from all of us for nine months? maybe we’re not as good profilers as we thought.”

“imagine that,” he laughs, and gestures to the item in his hand, “look.”

spencer’s holding out a well loved photo booth strip with three pictures, of you and spencer from the time you went to a local county fair. you’re sitting in his lap, mostly due to the cramped space and the expansive limbs. the first picture is the two of you holding up finger guns attempting to be as back to back as you can. the second picture, you intended it to be a normal one where you both smile at the camera, but spencer couldn’t take his eyes off you and the picture captured the love struck gaze he had on you. the last one you were about to tell him the idea for it, when he grabbed your face and pulled you closer to kiss you, neither of you knowing when the final picture snapped.

the edges were worn out and frayed, clearly broken down by the oils on his fingers from pulling it out frequently. it was his most treasured item, a constant reminder of what was always waiting for him when he got back from grueling cases, and how lucky he was to have you in his life.

“you look really happy, kid.” derek says, thinking about the many times he’s seen his friend at rock bottom, the things that have been so brutally taken from him, and the suffering he’s had at the hands of his job. his heart warms for his friend, who seemed to finally catch a break.

“i am.”

[patolemus]

Yes. Yes yes yes yes yes yes to all of this! If you don’t think Stiles is just as, if not more ruthless and unhinged than Derek, then you watched a different show. Being unhinged is why he’s survived this long, attacking first no questions asked is the reason he’s still alive where characters who are arguably stronger than he is are dead.

Stiles didn’t go through six seasons worth of chaos and horror by standing by and letting people walk all over him. He did it with a bat, crazy genius, sarcasm, bendable morals and enough spite to fuel the whole wide world. There is no person Stiles isn’t willing to wack over the head with a bat—except his dad and Melissa. Absolutely everyone else is on the table.

I honestly believe there is one reason Stiles didn’t get bullied in canon, and it’s that everyone who tried to fuck around found the fuck out, and ended up with at least a nasty bruise. There were plenty of broken noses, especially around the time Claudia died and some idiots thought it was a good idea to goad him with it. Before he calmed down some, Stiles was actually fucking terrifying, and that’s why no one fucks with him or Scott. It’s also why they’re kind of social pariahs and no one gets too close to them.

If he’s feeling threatened, Stiles will lash out. By whichever means are available to him.

I need my stiles to be as feral and angry as Derek if not more. Like it doesn’t matter what scenario or au you put them in stiles has to be just or more insane than Derek.

Like in canon even though stiles was “afraid” of Derek and others werewolves he still squared up. He’d fight god if he could and honestly I’d put money on stiles if he’d had enough prep time, maybe even without it.

Like I’ve read a fic when Derek was a bully (???) and stiles let him get away with hurting him? Stiles would punch him in the face same as he did Jackson and if that doesn’t work cause you know the whole werewolf thing— stiles would hit Derek over the head with a baseball bat.

Please stiles is unapologetically himself and not to be fucked with