#killer!derek

[seaweed-water]

from flesh and bone wip

“So, how are you today?”

Derek mirrors his position, returning his smile. “Fine. How are you?”

“Hm, I thought we were past this ‘fine’ stage. Tell me about your week,” Stiles returns, thumbs twiddling, a playful glint in his eye.

Derek spent the week trying to find more information about Dr. Stiles Stilinski, but his search has come up fruitless, save for the adorable yearbook photos Derek managed to find at the library. He flicked out his switchblade and cut them out, keeping them in his wallet and all to himself.  

“It was good. I started a new book,” Derek begins, his head tilting. “What’d you do this week?”

Stiles smirks and brushes his hand over his sweater, swiping out a wrinkle. “What book are you reading?”

“We Need to Talk About Kevin,” Derek answers, his eyes studying Stiles’ face. “You’re really not gonna tell me what you were up to this week?”

“Oh, you know,” Stiles says, his gaze peculiar as he studies Derek’s face. He reaches up to adjust his glasses over his nose, and Derek isn’t sure he’ll ever get over that—the way Stiles’ slender fingers touch the side of his frames, his head ducking a bit as he looks up from under his lashes and leans forward. It drives Derek insane, the negative image of it burned into his retinas, in full color each time he closes his eyes.

“A bit of this and that. I’ve been reading, too. What do you think of the book so far?”

“It’s a good thriller,” Derek offers, reading Stiles’ face. The clock ticks, and Stiles remains silent, waiting.

“Do you think psychopaths can fall in love?”

Stiles blinks and slants his head, eyes flicking between Derek’s, eyebrows drawing in a fraction as he considers his answer. “I think true love requires empathy, which people with antisocial personality disorders tend to lack. But to answer your question, yes. It may be their version of what they believe love to be—if they’ve convinced themselves it’s true, it is.”

Derek hums in response with a short bob of his head, holding Stiles’ gaze.

“Is that what you’ve gleaned so far, if psychopaths can love?” Stiles asks him, his tone curious.

Derek shrugs. “Some of it, yeah. It just seems like someone with so much passion would be capable of such a thing.”

This makes Stiles smile, his gaze tender and curious as he studies Derek as though he were looking for the edges of a crack to peel away and peek inside his head. “I’m inclined to agree with you,” he says, leaning forward as his elbows rest over his spread knees, locking Derek’s gaze in. “Speaking of passions… tell me how your work out sessions are going.”

Derek chews at the inside of his cheek, annoyed Stiles won’t let them have a real conversation that doesn’t revolve around Derek’s feelings. He swipes his hands over his knees, blinking.

“They’ve been fine.”

Stiles purses his lips, eyebrows lowering in disapproval. “I’ve got a new rule. You’re not allowed to say the word ‘fine’.”

Derek smirks and leans in, elbows on his knees. “Okay. They’ve been good. I don’t stop myself anymore. I feel so… uninhibited when I keep going. Like someone else has taken over for me.”

The loser in the second-story apartment was killed a month ago; no one’s pissed Derek off enough to consider beginning a new chase since then. The perpetuous itch has been scratched, for now, but already Derek can feel it surfacing, the monster inside him clawing his way out from the bottom of the well.

Stiles’ fingers interlace, his thumbs pressing together. “That feeling you get is called abandon; it’s a catharsis when you allow the id to take over,” he says with a curl at the edge of his lips, “I’m proud of you, Derek. Giving in is honoring the truest part of yourself.”

Derek swallows, his eyes washing over Stiles’ face, breath hitching on an inhale. Without lifting a finger, Stiles has touched him from the inside; a warmth spreading within him from his heart to the tips of his ears, the words pulsing through his limbic system like wildfire ripping through dry brush. Something has awoken in him, igniting every raw, unchecked impulse lying dormant beneath his skin, and Derek thinks he would do just about anything to hear it again.

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

The BAU on a camping trip:

SPENCER: Went to get firewood three hours ago, no one has seen him since. Oh well, he brought his book with him. Worst case, he can curl up in a tree like a baby bird and wait to be rescued.

ELLE: Searching for Spencer, her emotional support genius.

GARCIA: It’s cold, there’s no WiFi, and there are bugs everywhere. She’s literally too pretty for this.

EMILY & MORGAN: Competing to build the best fort before sunset out of leaves and sticks, trash talking each other the whole time. Both will soon find out the hard way that that stuff was poison ivy. Spencer probably could have told them that.

JJ: Setting up the actual tent they brought with them, because the sun is setting and Virginia gets cold in the fall. Also, burning through the supply of toasting marshmallows, because there is still no firewood—she’s doing all the work, let her have her snacks.

HOTCH, ROSSI & GIDEON: Watching the chaos unfold from a nearby log, sharing a communal Tupperware of Rossi’s pasta and wishing they never agreed to this godforsaken camping trip in the first place.

Check out my Masterlist for more BAU scenarios

[whoisspence]

i love the criminal minds fandom, none of us is mentally stable but we're really nice people

[gonnadosomethingwmylife]

It would funny if white collar and criminal minds took place in the same fbi building bc that means when peter and neal are discussing their silly art theft scavenger hunts in the elevator, the bau members are behind them 😭

[kittykatstiles]

just watched Rebel Ridge (2024) on netflix and the main guy reminds me so much of derek.. now i need special forces soldier derek who is well-versed in handling every weapons and martial arts, who can break people’s necks with his bare hands but still always be gentle and tenderly touch stiles with the utmost care

[scoop16]

Tuesday afternoon vinyl...

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Kinda Dark/thriller, sterek au??

Corrupt deputy Derek hale and Genius Sheriff’s son Stiles Stilinski.

Stiles keeps trying to convince his dad that a bunch of random crimes are connected. His dad wants to believe him but there isn’t a lot of evidence that suggests Stiles theory. And no “gut feeling” doesn’t count.

Storming out of his father office after another argument over the series of crimes which stiles believes has ramped up and has a higher body count. He gets to his jeep and it just won’t start, stiles is frustrated and tearing up. It’s late and starting to rain and stiles really doesn’t want to go back in and ask his dad for a ride but also doesn’t want to walk home.

When one of his father deputies, Derek Hale offers him a ride. Stiles hesitates to agree, he’s never really spoken to Derek— no matter how much he’s wanted to. Stiles has definitely noticed the tall, dark, and handsome deputy even since he’s started working at the station— he feels like prey under Derek’s eyes. In the end he agrees due to the heavy rain. He calls a tow trunk and climbs into Derek’s Camaro. They end up stopping at a diner and stiles unloads his connected crime theory onto Derek. He knows something is up with these crimes but he just doesn’t have the last price of the puzzle. Derek looks smugly pleased with himself.

Derek drives stiles home and insists on walking him to his door. Derek warns Stiles to be careful and that he will personally look into Stiles theory. Just as derek gets back into his car to leave he asked to see stiles again. So they exchange numbers.

They text back and forth for awhile, before Derek informs stiles that he thinks he caught the prep behind the crimes. Stiles heads down to the station that night, pretending to just drop dinner off with his dad. As he leaves Derek gestures to a criminal in lock up. Theo Raeken.

He was originally one of Stiles suspects but after looking further into the crimes and his rap sheet, Stiles ended up crossing him off the list. Stiles ignores the sinking feeling in his stomach and heads over to talk to him. But the moment stiles makes eye contact with Theo, he goes insane. Throwing himself at the bars separating them, screaming his name and other profanities.

A few officers attempt to stop him, while Derek and his dad pull stiles out of the station. His dad checks in with him to make sure everything is okay before asking Derek to drive him home.

Stiles ‘subtly’ asks Derek on how he was lead to Theo and why he arrested him. Derek just says that he didn’t have anything concrete on Theo and wanted to interrogate him. Stiles pointed out why he crossed Theo out of his suspect list, derek gives a small hum, and tells stiles he just wanted to double check. They end up talking the entire ride home and when they arrive, Derek asks for a date and stiles agrees.

The next morning when his father shifts ends they meet up for breakfast. His dad ends up telling Stiles that Theo escaped custody sometime last night, and to be extra careful becuase Theo seemed fixated on him. Stiles brushes him off.

Later that day stiles gets texts from a random number.

This behaviour amps up over the following weeks, including gifts being left in stiles apartment, pictures of him being found and so on. His dad believes that it’s Theo stalking him but Stiles isn’t sure. Stiles begins to spend more time with deputy Derek as a result. He ends up falling fast and hard for Derek. Feeling completely safe with him during this hard times.

I’m not really sure how to end it but I’m thinking that stiles end up finding Theos body at one point, or maybe his phone at Derek’s house. They end up going in a date and back to Derek house for a little dessert, and a few hours later stiles wakes up and finds that last piece of the puzzle. The one connecting the all the crimes and the perp. Coming to the realization that it was Derek all along, while Derek is standing behind him. Derek let out a small chuckle, cooing at stiles shaking form. Holding stiles chin between his fingers and leaning down for a kiss. Telling stiles that he never gotten away with it without his help.

I also can’t decide if this is mafia hale family and spy on the inside Derek, or serial killer Derek or killer werewolf hale family and spy on the inside Derek. Or if he is still a werewolf in this au. I’m leaning towards werewolf because it just gives it that extra horror/ predator vibes.

Also up to you guys if stiles car wouldn’t start because of coincidence or because of Derek.

[ketsueki-k]

This scene was something intense 👀

[frankiebirds]

will forever thinking about morgan refusing to leave dr. brazier's side while the bomb under her seat is being defused.

i didn't get a good screenshot of it, but he's also holding her hand the whole time.

and then the way he hugs her??

keep in mind he Just met this woman. he has no emotional connection to her beyond the fact that she is a person in distress and he is a person who cares. there is a bomb under her seat that could go off if she moves wrong or they fail to defuse it. if that happens, it will kill her, and almost certainly him too. he doesn't care. he kneels outside her car and holds her hand while she prays because he will not let her be afraid alone. he will not let her die alone, if it comes to that. derek morgan the bottomless well of compassion you are.

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Iron Maiden cover art by British artist Derek Riggs

[seaweed-water]

wip wednesday

i was tagged by the lovely @dear-massacre and her amazing wip, and i'm sharing possibly my favorite scene so far!!! i think it shows the dynamics of their relationship really well. and it's kinda hot without being a sexy scene lol

“Tell me your tragic backstory,” Derek says, flipping through a thick encyclopedia similar to the ones they used to have in the Hale library.

“I told you, my mother died when I was two, my father was an alcoholic,” Stiles murmurs as he writes in his legal pad, distracted as Derek shuffles about the doctor’s office. Official sessions are over now that they spend their nights together, but Stiles hasn’t cancelled their appointments, and Derek isn’t going to miss another, ever.

“So you’re traumatized from losing a parent at a young age, and your father neglected and or abused you in his grief,” Derek states bluntly.

“That about sums it up, yes. He was a piece of shit. Not even worth eating,” Stiles mutters, scratching out the rest of a sentence before peeking up from under his glasses. “Are you psychoanalyzing me?”

Derek slips the encyclopedia back in its slot before making his way to Stiles’ desk, dropping into the chair in front of it. “How am I doing so far?”

Stiles smirks and pushes up his glasses, Derek’s eyes following his fingers as he says, “I’m cured, doctor.”

“That’ll be three hundred dollars.”

Stiles snorts out a laugh, his head shaking fondly as he meets Derek’s gaze before returning to his work, his smile lingering. Derek grins in return, leaning back in his chair with his legs spread as his fingers lace over his abdomen.

“So, which was it?”

“Which was what, baby?”

Derek’s lips twitch. He loves how easy that word falls from Stiles’ lips.

“Neglect or abuse?”

Stiles purses his lips, dropping his pen before leaning back in his chair with crossed arms. “Both.”

Derek frowns. “Why didn’t you kill him?”

“He was the town Sheriff, and his kid already had a history of killing the stray cats. It wouldn’t have worked in my favor.”

Derek regards him, the clock ticking as Stiles watches him right back. He is the only person Derek has ever felt comfortable enough to look in the eye, and he is a psychopath. And Derek is pretty sure he is in love with him, the all-consuming feeling new and unknown.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to kill him,” Derek says.

“Me, too.”

Stiles offers him a quick smile before he picks up his pen again, returning to his scribbling.

“Do you want me to leave you alone?” Derek asks, peeking up to glance at the doctor’s notes.

“Never, baby,” Stiles mumbles out, the corners of his lips curling as he glances up. “Come here.”

Derek’s brows furrow, watching as Stiles shifts his chair to make room for him. Derek rises, hesitating as he rounds the large desk and stands beside Stiles, his eyebrows raised, shoulders rounded in uncertainty.

“Kneel for me,” Stiles tells him, his tone low as he grabs the throw pillow from behind him, dropping it on the floor under his desk. Derek swallows, a limbic urge taking hold as his knees buckle and obey, his breath nearly stolen as he carefully draws his gaze up Stiles’ seated figure, waiting for approval.

“Good boy.” Stiles brushes his fingers through Derek’s hair, his gaze so soft and proud it makes Derek’s eyes heavy, breath shallow as a warmth spreads out from the pit of his stomach to the tips of his fingers. Derek waits, eager for the next command, eager to please him and hear those words again, and Stiles’ lips slant in a gratified smile. “Just lay here for a while, baby. I’ll finish up work and we can have dinner and watch a movie.”

Derek nods dreamily, relaxing under Stiles’ touch as the older man draws him in between his legs and guides his head to rest over his abdomen. He wraps his arms around Stiles’ hips, a light shiver rippling over him as Stiles’ fingers pass through his hair. His eyes slip shut as he presses his nose into the cozy fabric with a deep inhale, the peppery scent spiking saliva under his tongue, his body melting over Stiles’ lap as the doctor returns to his work.

For how long he rests there, Derek is unsure, but he revels in every second of it, the symphony of Stiles’ moving guts under his ear, the soft rasp over his scalp as Stiles combs his fingertips through his hair every so often. Thoughts rise and he lets them drift until the next one comes along, his fingertips pressing into the sweater where he secures Stiles in place.

“Doctor?” Derek mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Hmm?”

“Am I a sociopath?”

“Yeah, baby, you’re on the spectrum,” Stiles answers easily enough. The keyboard clicks in place of a scratching pen.

Derek has known this for a long time, even before his family was taken from him. Stiles’ confirmation of Derek’s blatant denial grants him a soothing relief beyond compare, like he was made for this, like he’s been waiting to hear those words his whole life, but only the way Stiles says them—without any judgement, a hint of praise, and a credence so profound that Derek is inclined to believe, too.

no pressure tags: @demonicfaerie @hellameyers @violetfairydust @dontcallpanic @gege-wondering-around ‪‪❤︎‬‪‪❤︎‬

[mintygreencake]

You cannot tell me Auron doesn't have "Knuck if you buck" by Crime Mod in his playlist

He was on demon time when he beat the break of Derek, I just know he had at least one ear pod in blast that shit. It better be on beat too 💀

Look at his ass, he was plottin', he was ready to boom another mf he was just waiting for the opportunity 😭

[magewritesstories]

so guys, im rewatching criminal minds rn (bet you didnt see that coming/j) and im curious does Gideon ever tell anyone why the footpath killer stuttered? or is it just one of those unsolved things that never gets discussed again?

[cmdeepdive]

[princeescaluswords]

Empathy Gap, Part Infinity

So, yesterday, a friend of mine decided to do a Teen Wolf Positivity post, where people said what they liked about Teen Wolf. I appreciate them and what they tried to do. We need more positivity in the fandom, and every time there's a call for positivity I'll be right there, because that's what being a fan of something means.

However ...

There was a reply -- and it was a good reply! -- about how much Derek's behavior was informed by him being a victim of sexual assault by Kate six years before the show began. The post pointed out how Derek (played by Tyler Hoechlin) incorporated this behavior without drawing unnecessary attention to it. They made a great point, one that I can get behind 100%. I think that shows a great deal of perception and it's a valid interpretation.

And then the very next post -- the very next reply! -- is another person talking about what they appreciate about Teen Wolf is how the show had Scott make poor decisions because he was a teenager. Just to make sure we understood that they were being positive about the show, they described those decisions as DUMB -- all caps and everything! You see, to them, it was a wonderful thing that Scott was portrayed as being stupid about wanting things like doing well in school or dating a girl he liked instead of -- well, they didn't actually say what decisions they wanted Scott to make instead, but I think we can all guess that they expected Scott to put someone else's problems ahead of his own life.

And the Empathy Gap in the fandom raises its ugly head once again, like flowers blooming in spring. Derek Hale's behavior -- the distrust, the anger, the poor coping mechanisms -- is well explained by Kate's sexual assault from six years before the show started. Scott's attempt to hold on to his life after a brutal assault in the woods (heavily coded as a sexual assault as well) in the first damn episode and the decisions he makes are motivated by him being a stupid teenager rather than -- as the show parallels repeatedly between Scott and Derek -- being a victim of trauma.

And what's worse, they end their entirely intended to be positive reply with this conceit: "If some stranger in a leather jacket showed up telling you you’re a creature of the night, and even though you now seem to have claws and glowing eyes, you’re gonna nope out and ignore it. Because it can’t be real, but a D- on your report card is and your mom will see it."

This is, of course, completely untrue. Scott denied he was a werewolf from Scene 22 with Stiles in Stiles's Bedroom to Scene 27 when Scott watched claws grow from his fingers and fangs grow in his mouth. That's five scenes out of 31 in the first episode. And even though Derek had interacted with Scott three times before that, Derek had never told Scott he was a werewolf because he was too busy using Scott as bait for the alpha that killed his sister.

But why pay attention to a Character of Color's trauma response when you can oh-so-positively call him a 'stupid teenager.'

You see, Teen Wolf's writers never criticized Scott for wanting to get good grades or date a girl he liked or make first line on the lacrosse team because they understood that even teenagers have their own lives and their own identity, and that it's not DUMB to want to make sure you don't lose those things because a bunch of damaged white men want to make him their proxy in an ancient grudge.

Which is actually something that you can be positive about.

[crownedcritter]

Made a new tumblr account but I’m ready to get back in the saddle with writing 🫶🏻

Fandoms I write for:

Creepypasta

Marble hornets

Grey’s Anatomy

Avengers

Slashers

The Walking Dead

Harry Potter

I’ll definitely be expanding this list when other fandoms come to mind, so don’t be afraid to ask for things that aren’t on the list and I’ll let you know if I’m able to write for them :))

Thank you 🫶🏻