#derek hale loves scott

[blaksstr]

Peter: "I didn’t know Derek had a type."

Derek: "I don’t."

Stiles: "Lies. I’m his disaster gremlin soulmate and you know it."

Sheriff: (head in hands) "Why couldn’t you have just dated Scott?"

Peter: "Even I wouldn’t wish that on him."

[twpromptsillneverwrite]

Scott: Don't let your boyfriend Stiles distract you.

Derek: Stiles and I aren't dating.

Stiles: We aren't? Then what about the movie nights, the late night dinners, the amazing sex, the...

Derek: Wait, are we dating?

Isaac: Good thing you realized it cause you were about to miss your anniversary.

[realmscupcake]

Isaac: Are you gonna finally ask Derek on a date?

Stiles: Wha- what? Pfff, I do not like him like that!

Isaac: Yeah, sure.

Stiles: Are you gonna finally ask Scott on a date?

Isaac: Wha- what? Pfff, I do not like him like that!

Stiles: Yeah, sure.

Liam: Guys, denial is a river in Egypt. You *points at Stiles* like Derek, and you *points at Isaac* like Scott. Get over it guys, and ask them on a date.

Stiles & Isaac: Are you gonna finally ask Theo on a date?

Liam: Wha- what? Pfff, I do not like him like that!

Found this 👆 on Pinterest and i needed Stiles and Derek in it 🤷‍♀️✨️

[rocketboots564]

So like, I just finished the black light party episode of s3 and…

Stiles 100% needs to kiss a dude.

Like buddy… are you kidding me?

Not to mentions these scenes

Stiles, I know you have a crush on Lydia, but really man?

Your closet is made of glass and has neon signs that say “Bi Boy Inside: do not tap the glass”

GET OUT

If anyone has some fics dedicated to Stiles finding out he’s bisexual I NEED them. No joke.

[stilesonthehunt]

Scott, watching Derek stretch: I don't care if he's an alpha. I think I can take him.

Stiles, also watching Derek: Yeah.

Scott: What do you think you're doing?

Stiles: What? Me? I'm just- agreeing with you. I'm being agreeable.

Scott: You think he's hot, don't you?

Stiles: No! No. Not at all. No way! *looks at Derek again* Maybe. *nods* Yeah, maybe a little.

Scott: He wants to destroy me.

Stiles: I think you can definitely take him

Scott: *nods*

Stiles: And then- give him to me.

Scott: *laughs*

Stiles: No, just- just go out there and kick their smug werewolf asses.

Scott: Alright

[sharksandsquirrelsandsnakes-ohmy]

The Human Bit the Werewolf?

Chapter 1: The Bite of 2013

Masterlist | AO3 | Chapter 2

Stiles chews on things almost compulsively, always has.

He has a binky as a toddler that had to be ripped away crying and screaming even though he'd chew through them. He chewed the lid to every sippy cup he had and the straw to every cup after.

It was funny at first, they'd call him a little chipmunk or a bunny. When it inevitably got annoying, people made thinnly veiled insults about being like a poorly trained doy or a goat.

As a kid, he chewed on the loose-hanging bit of his backpack straps. He was once gifted a cross necklace and he'd always put it in his mouth to fidget with until his dad took it away during church. He chewed on his erasers. When they were taken away, he'd chew on the metal bit of his pencils, and then he'd start chewing on the pencil itself when they took that. If they ever took his pencils, he'd start chewing on his nails or his shirt.

He still chews on his pencils. In fact, he tends to rip the clip off the mechanical ones to chew on them. He’d stick the jeep key in his mouth and rub it between his teeth. At least now, teachers don't freak out if he has gum.

It'd always been like that. Stiles didn’t really know why or what drove it, probably his ADHD since he's never had an original experience in his life(barring the supernatural). That was only half of it, though.

Then there was the biting. And, if Stiles had been a werewolf, things would have gone awry much sooner.

He often got the urge to bite things or people he cared for– after many hors of stressed googling, he figured out it was probably just a form of cuteness aggression his brain didn't properly filter. That said, he used to regularly bite his parents and Scott when he was little, before he was taught not to.

Then he started dating Malia and it got worse. He stuffed the urge down for a while, chewing his pen or nails instead.

The first time he did bite her– it was more of a nip really– it was done playfully when they were talking and joking after having sex. He really thought he’d fucked up when she pinned him against the bed on reflex. Then she told him to do it again.

She'd tell him to bite her while they had sex so he, of course, thought it was a kink thing. When Malia would catch him staring at her and chewing on his pens, she'd glare at him. Apparently, she got annoyed with him and, in a very Malia way of dealing with things, pinned him down against his bed and interrogated him about it.

"Why do you only bite me when we have sex?"

"Wha—"

"I know you want to do it more often, so why don't you," she asked, glaring down at Stiles.

"You want me to bite you more," Stiles asked, shear confusion in his voice.

"Obviously, dumbass," Malia scoffed.

Stiles might he an idiot at times, but he's not too stupid to do what he's told, especially when it benefits him too. And, sure, it was weird the first few times he did it, but it also didn't at all. He’d occasionally just take Malia's hand in his and bring it to his mouth and nip at her fingers.

It was weirdly normal, an easy habit to fall into. The only thing that made it weird was when people stared at them for it, and Malia was quick to remedy that.

When they broke up, Stiles found himself back at square one, chewing his pencils and trying to ignore his brain. It mostly resulted in a lot of teeth grinding.

Stiles started to notice the need to chewnon something got worse around the pack. He tried to chalk it up to his subconscious reacting to Malia, which he knew was bull shit. He knew what it was, who it was.

When Derek would cross his arms and flex just perfect to frame the muscles in his arms and chest or when he'd use the hem of his shirt to wipe sweat off his face, showing off his ab-muscles, or when he'd wipe blood off his face with the back of his hand, or raise his eyebrows at Stiles in annoyance, or– honestly– just exist in the mear vicinity of Stiles, it was like he teeth itched to bite him. Just a little nip, as a treat, ya know? Sometimes the irony of it would hit him, Stiles wanting to bite the werewolf when it should be the other way around. Then again, Stiles had rather regularly bitten Malia, the were-coyote while they dated.

Stiles had problems. Psychological problems.

One late night of blurry-eyed research, Derek snuck in through Stiles's open window and found him asleep at his desk with about a million b's typed into the search bar. He sighed to himself and tried to wake Stiles up. He at least wanted to get the idiot to sleep in bed rather than hunched over the desk.

"Stiles, wake up," Derek whispered, not wanted to alert sheriff of his presence.

Stiles hummed and looked at Derek tiredly.

"Come on, let's get you to bed,"Derek grumbled, lifting Stiles out of the chair so he was standing up even though Derek was supporting most of his weight.

"Thankks Der," Stiles mumbled, letting himself be guided to bed. "Ya know, you’re cute when your nice," he hummed, not fully grasping how much he'd regret it later.

Derek didn't say anything more, rather he tried to ignore the sleepy mumblings.

"So cute I could just..." Stiles clicked his teeth together in a mock bite.

In his tired state, he fully missed how Derek’s face turned red. He tossed the blankets aside and plopped Stiles down on the bed. He didn't stick around much longer, deciding he'd get the info he came for second-hand from Scott.

Stiles noticed how Derek was pointedly absent absent in the next few days. If he wanted information from Stiles, he'd ask Scott or one of the betas to ask. Stiles could text Derek about something and would be lucky to receive a one word text back.

He remembered Derek swinging by and talking some but not about what. He was sure his big mouth was ruining things again, just not how bad.

Slowly, very slowly, Derek started being willing– and able– to be around again. Still, the others ketp giving him weird looks. He also noticed that Derek would look away everytime Stiles looked at his, as if he’d been caught staring.

Of course, things couldn't possibly be normal for more than five minutes in Beacon Hills and especially not with their little group. Inevitable, things went to Hell.

Stiles couldn’t have even told you what it was they'd been fighting– some goat or bull creature with horns. He remembered the horns because he'd gotten the business end of them and a matching concussion. Really, all he remembered was sitting on the cold bathroom floor, watching Derek’s muscle move under his skin as he patched up Isaac or Scott, maybe Jackson.

That bitting itch– pun intended– grew in his head and Stiles just... leaned forward and bit Derek’s arm. His skin was salty with sweat and he could feel the hair against his skin.

He didn’t realize how quiet or still it had gotten when he leaned back. He didn't realize for a while.

"Stiles, did you just bite me," Derek asked as if he couldn't believe what had just happened. He was caught between concern and confusion and arousal but was really trying to stick with concern.

"I did," Stiles asked back, surprised he'd acted on the thought. "Shit, sorry dude. I tend to— I don't know why... Fuck, my head hurts," he sighed, trying to form a coherent explanation.

Before Stiles could figure out how to put things into words, Scott was driving him to the hospital.

And, once again, Derek was avoiding him, only worse! Stiles couldn’t get an answer through text. Derek was never there whe the pack met up. When Stiles tried to stop by the loft to talk, Derek was never there. On top of which, Stiles swore he'd see Derek out of the corner of his eye but there was nobody there when he looked. He was genuinely starting to feel crazy.

He was sure he'd fucked up really bad when goddamn Peter showed up at the school to talk to him.

"Stiles, let's go for a walk," Peter said in his fake nice, higher than thou, tone.

"I’m not supposed to talk to creepy mass murders," Stiles said back, walking towards the jeep instead.

"Now, don't you want to know why my dear nephew has been avoiding you," Peter goaded and Stiles begrudgingly stopped walking. "I must say, you are a rather forward one. I didn’t expect it, though it seems quite obvious in hindsight," he mused.

Stiles shook his head. "What are you talking about?"

"From what I understand, you bit my dear nephew without forewarning and in front of everyone. Might as well have stuck your hand in his pocket and kissed him as well," Peter teased.

"Whoa, whoa whoa, what the Hell are you talking about," Stiles asked, starting to get a little freaked out.

"What, do you not do that anymore," Peter asked rhetorically. "I always thought putting your hand in someone else's pocket was rather uncomfortable, but it was a blatant sign that you were together."

"God, I know what the pocket thing means," Stiles said, squeezing the bridge of his nose. "But why are you bringing it up?"

"I know you're not a complete idiot. That's why you're not dead... Yet," Peter added. "You dated Malia so I'm sure you understand why biting Derek was such an ordeal."

"Not, I actually don't. Explaining things isn't exactly Malia's strong suit," Stiles shot back, internally kicking himself seconds after remembering Peter was Malia's birth father. "That didn't sound right. I—"

"Stop digging the hole now," Peter told him, holding a hand up. "Malia didn't tell you, and it was never anything you came across in your research?"

"Obviously not."

"Oh, dear boy," Peter said with a slimey smirk, "biting for us is the equivalent of announcing someone is your partner. However, I'm even more curious why you did it now..."

Stiles decided quickly he was not elaborating on the why. "So, I basically told everyone - including him - that Derek and I are dating, and he immediately had me swept off the ER and is now avoiding me? Nope, still weird," he said and walked off.

Peter, having not expected this turn of events and having no more cards to play, let him walk away. "Well, this will be interesting..."

[redlioness9876]

[falling-star-cygnus]

y'all i nEEd fic recs of the Hale Pack just- genuinely caring about Stiles

like- fics where they find out what Peter did to him in s1, how Mr. Harris treated him in s2, or like.. fics where he gets hurt and ofc keeps it to himself for the time being- bc there was something else goin or whatever- until one of them is just like:

'dude- wtf happened to you' 'oh yk just [insert the horrors]' '..and you waited 'til NOW to say something??'

it doesn't even need to be whump or angst tbh, i just wanna see them appreciate him 😭 -> cuz he honestly does a lot, i love when he gets protective and feral over the pack

[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.

[th30ra3k3n]

i will never not laugh at the fact that the older members of the mccall pack created a whole dating vortex within themselves.

[blaksstr]

Derek: sitting on the couch, completely still

Scott: whispering "Why aren’t you moving?"

Derek: glancing down at Stiles sleeping on his chest "He had a long day."

Scott: grinning "You so love him."

Derek: softly "Yeah. I do."

[twpromptsillneverwrite]

Stiles: There's nothing that I wouldn't do for $20.

Scott: What if I gave you $20 to have sex with Derek?

Stiles: Then you'd owe me $40.

[sterekmpreg]

Stiles and Derek: *accidentally kissing during argument in front of the pack*

Peter and Scott:

Erica and Isaac:

Lydia and Allison:

Boyd and Theo:

[takaraphoenix]

Peter saying ‘you must be stiles’ always makes me giggle because I always picture Derek at his bedside complaining about Stiles to Peter. In my head Derek is the reason Peter begins his obsession with Stiles.

Okay listen, for any fanfic take that would 100% check out. Love that.

I just still need a CANON explanation though. Because canon!Derek did NOT sit at his uncle's bedside. Canon!Derek did not consider his comatose uncle human anymore, he wouldn't have sat at his side. So Peter can't have heard about Stiles from Derek.

I need to know how Peter learned about Stiles.

[julikobold]

Stiles to Derek: „This is my house. You can’t just climb in through the window.“

——

Melissa to Stiles: „Why are you climbing through Scott’s window, Stiles?“

Stiles: „Because you wouldn’t let me in otherwise. Duh.“

[thatonedudeinthecorner]

This is their entire dynamic during season 1 I fear. Does Scott not look right? Absolutely. He’s off and I don’t want to put the energy into learning how to draw him because he is insufferable.

@tiffanyblewss can’t believe we’ve powered our way through the first season TEAM DOG TEAM DOG TEAM DOG