#scott mccall was a good alpha

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Scott: I’m proud to say I’ve come over my fear of ghosts!

Peter: Eyy, that’s the spirit!

Scott: *gasps* whErE???!!!??

[stilesstilinskisposts]

[patolemus]

what we have become

gen | teen wolf | concept

It hits him while he’s washing his face.

Scott is just. There, in the bathroom, in front of the sink. There’s bits of kelpie gunk on the sides of the sink from where he’s rubbed his face to get rid of it. Scott looks at it and can barely find it in himself to feel disgust, let alone guilt. His face is wet, water droplets rolling down his cheeks and onto his chin like tears.

He looks at his reflection and he doesn’t recognize the person looking back. It’s weird, because Scott remembers looking at himself yesterday just like he’s doing now, and he knew exactly who he was. Now… the person staring back is a stranger wearing his face. He has the same hair, the same jawline, the same eyes. But no matter how similar, whoever it is that is looking back at him is unknown.

The person looking back at him hurts people. The person looking back at him is selfish. The person looking back betrays, and uses, and is so, so cruel. Scott has said and done things that should horrify him, that would have horrified him a year ago. He said a family deserved to die in a fire. He violated a person’s autonomy. He was ready to kill a man because it benefited him. He left his best friend, his brother, to fight by himself so many times because he was too busy with a girl.

It scares him. It scares the hell out of him because Scott thought he’d be the kind of person who makes good choices in tough situations. He thought he wouldn’t change if he were to get power, and responsibilities. He thought he would still be kind.

But tonight he killed that kelpie without so much as hesitating. He saw it, and he lunged for it before he could even comprehend what he was doing. And yeah, the kelpie had been killing people, but Scott— Scott’s supposed to be better than that. He’s supposed to be the good one.

Derek had looked surprised. Concerned, even. Stiles had called out to him almost hesitantly, had stopped before his hand couch touch Scott’s shoulder. Scott hadn’t understood why until now.

What has he become?

(A monster, his mind whispers. And really, can Scott truly refute it?)

A look into what Scott could have been, had his character arc to become a true alpha in s3 been different.

Thanks to @darling-winnie for finally pushing me to write this, our conversation about Scott was really helpful! And of course thanks to the wonderful @oldefashioned for reading this over and encouraging me that it’s not trash lol

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Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski & Original Female Character(s), Peter Hale & Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Peter Hale, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Melissa McCall, Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, Original Female Character(s), Derek Hale, Other Character Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: Alpha Stiles Stilinski, BAMF Stiles Stilinski, Good Friend Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Sheriff Stilinski's Name is John, mentions of trauma, everyone turns out okay tho, Slow Burn Lydia Martin/Stiles Stilinski, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Good Parent Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Everybody Lives, Werewolf Stiles Stilinski, Implied/Referenced Abuse Summary:

When Stiles was five, he met his best friend Scott. When he was eight he fell in love with the beautiful Lydia Martin. When he was ten… his mom died. When he was twelve, he was kidnapped. And when he was sixteen, he found his way back home.

[fortheloveofscisaac]

I love this scene!!! Like the way Isaac kinda tucks himself closer to Scott is so cute! He 100% trusts him and maybe wants to cuddle with him later because Scott is the protective Teddy bear the has always needed!

they've literally been a pack for like 2 hours tops. nobody gonna take it from you bro relax

[slimeyslimeyballsack]

goodalphascottmccallgoodalphascottmccallmmmmmmgoodalphascottmccallmewhengoodalphascottmccall

[hedwig221b]

On the topic of OG Hale pack fics, any super good sterek ones that really focus on Stiles and the pack but have the flavor of your Derek? I love your Sterek fics but man I'm always sad the Hale Pack doesn't feature more prominently. (Og hales being derek, boyd, erica, issac, jackson, and peter.)

yk you should really ask the op @homemadesterekpie since she actually wrote that beautiful post

Stop Crossing Oceans by greenleaf

"There are no absolutes, Scott! No hard rights or hard wrongs! The world doesn’t fucking work that way and we can’t afford to think like that, because people are going to die! We signed up for that the moment we got involved with all this!” “We? We?” Scott hisses. “Don’t you think you? Don’t forget that you’re the one who dragged us into that forest the night it all started, Stiles. So if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s yours.” Something inside Stiles cracks, so strong and so deep that he practically hears it.

My Mother Told Me by Renmackree

Stiles joined the Emissary program to help Alpha wolves settle into their new roles and to follow in his mother’s footsteps. She had always told him he was destined to run with the wolves, but he thought she meant Scott and his pack. Instead, Stiles finds himself sent to Thingvallavatn, Iceland, with Alpha Derek Hale. It's clear the Alpha is hiding a part of him that Stiles can’t reach, but when a monster comes to threaten the pack, it’s always great to have someone in your corner with a little mischief up their sleeve

Choice by Omni

Derek knows what it feels like to not really have a choice, what it's like to be manipulated. He'd never take away someone's right to choose freely. The fear of even accidentally doing so is enough to hold him back from acting on his own feelings. Stiles has never had a problem making his own choices, and fuck anyone who would try to tell him he can't. (Or: Stiles gets bitten by a different alpha, but of course would prefer to have Derek as his alpha. And also just, you know, have Derek.)

The Comfort of Coming Down by MadcapRomantic

Stiles isn't the only human in the pack, but, more often than not, he's the most vulnerable.

Derek Didn't Know What To Do But Maybe Stiles Did by tiedtogetherwithadagger

He let his head fall onto Stiles’ shoulder with a sigh of relief. He wasn't losing his pack, at least not tonight. Erica would be okay. “Thank you,” Derek exhaled into Stiles’ hoodie. “Always,” Stiles said.

The Human of the Pack by smilingbuckley

Slowly, Derek's pack starts to act nice to Stiles and accept him in the pack after Scott basically abandoned him to have his secret moments with Allison.

The Boy Who Tamed the Sourwolf by AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle

Stiles is used to being second tier in everyone's life. How easily people forget him and move on to bigger and better things. Used to always being in someone's shadow. Leave it to Derek Hale to shatter those expectations.

Go Away, Scott by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere

After the incident at the warehouse, Stiles is fed up with Scott. He finds himself drawn into Derek’s pack and in the process, drawn to Derek himself. With the Alpha Pack closing in, Derek needs to learn how to trust his pack and those around him. And who better to help him than Stiles?

Protect and Serve by MoonlitMemories

Stiles discovers the Nemeton starting to grow again in the preserve on Hale land. What does that mean for the pack? More importantly: why does the Nemeton seem so attached to Stiles?

Anthracite by LupusScintilla (inkandblade)

It's been a quiet few years, and the McCall Pack has grown and settled. But, when the Hale Pack return to Beacon Hills they find Scott isn't as welcoming as they had hoped. Soon they, Stiles, and Lydia, find out that not everything about the McCall Pack is as it has always seemed.

also if my fics make you sad then maybe write your own with all the characters that you want ❤

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[unholyfudgebiscuits]

The Truth of Witches

Witches… 

Derek hates witches. 

His life was cursed enough as it was and now they had happened to stumble upon a coven? An actual coven! It had happened so quickly, the packs hadn't even had time react before they were engulfed in a plume of yellow smoke.

He guesses he should be grateful no one was hurt... Deaton had called it a lucky break but he doesn't particularly feel lucky as he stares around the room...

He hadn’t wanted to come to the Martin Lake House. Not with what the Druid had mentioned was essentially a truth spell that both his pack and McCall’s had been drenched with. He had planned to hole himself up in the loft, wanted to wait until the magic ran its course and he was safe from this… This ‘pack bonding experience’ Scott had put together. It hadn’t worked of course. 

Deaton said they needed to stay together. That the witches might come back and Derek couldn’t leave when the betas were vulnerable. It was decided to come to the lake house. Away from parents and friends and anyone not yet in the know of the supernatural of Beacon Hills. Derek had been against it and surprisingly, so had Stiles but they had both been overruled. 

So now they sat in a circle in the white room, playing a game of truth and … truth, each beta taking turns in asking the other a question. 

Derek doesn’t participate of course. Even though the members are good at boundaries and the game is surprisingly vanilla for a large group of high schoolers he’s not taking the chance. He does sit and listen though and it’s…nice, finding things out about the betas. 

How Boyd’s favorite color is yellow and Lydia’s never had a cavity. How Scott wanted to be an astronaut when he was younger and Isaac learned how to play piano from a neighbor who’d invite him over when his dad got too loud. Erica had always wanted children but was told she’d never be able to with her seizures. Kira couldn’t cook and Liam had been allergic to bees. 

It wasn’t until Lydia zoned in on Stiles that Derek felt the atmosphere shift. 

“What do you think is the most attractive thing about Derek?” 

It wasn’t a secret Stiles liked him. Stiles himself had been very vocal about it actually. Shamelessly winking at the alpha any chance he got, leaving him smily faced notes and calling him stupid nicknames of ‘My Sourwolf’ and ‘Big Bad’. It had been annoying at the beginning and then familiar and finally falling to the category of stupidly endearing. 

He didn’t growl every time the little human beta flirted with him anymore. He expected it at this point. The stupidest, cheesiest pick up lines that Derek could almost admit ended up being charming more often than not. 

He didn’t dislike Stiles. In fact, now that he was forced to be honest with himself he could admit he probably had a crush on the little goofball too. He was just… so different than anything Derek had ever imagined in a mate, he wasn’t sure how to process it. But he did like him. Really liked him… Was practically smitten with the idiot if anyone would have asked him about it under the spell. 

He’d never admit it. Not out loud. Not when he still woke up screaming from the memories of Kate and the fire. Not when he’d find himself frozen in the middle of a store isle after catching a glimpse of blond hair… When Jennifer’s real face warped over a normal passerby’s on the street... 

Stiles didn’t deserve to have a partner with that sort of baggage. Shouldn’t have to deal with the nightmares or sudden bouts of unexplained anger. When Derek would loose himself to moments of frustration and silence that were brought on by nothing but the sound of his own heartbeat... Stiles deserved someone who wasn’t damaged.

So he did what he had grown so good at doing. He buried those feelings and wants, rolled his eyes and pushed the human to an arms width degree of safety and hoped for it to pass. 

But it didn’t pass. 

Stiles was determined and with sidekicks like Lydia it was inevitable that something like this would happen. 

Derek steels himself for the answer. He had heard the string of praises before. Had stomached all he could take about what people thought or felt or wanted from his body. Maybe it had been flattering once. Maybe others thought he was conceited or narcissistic now but the compliments rung hollow at the best of times and degrading at the worst. 

He didn’t want to feel that from Stiles. Could almost taste the revulsion of it as he tried to prepare himself for the inevitable list of ‘appealing’ characteristics. 

Kate liked to gush about his ‘pretty blue’ and later ‘red eyes’ enough times to make him sick. And Jennifer ogled at his ‘incredible physique’. Even Braeden would unintentionally tell him how 'sexy' he was without knowing how the words used to turn his stomach. 

He crosses his arms and bows his head and waits to hear a similar speech as the heaviness in his chest threatens to choke him. 

“His smile.” Stiles says without missing a beat and Derek’s head whips up to meet his warm gaze.

The world stops spinning for a second because it’s the last possible thing Derek expects and the only one he’s never heard. 

“W-What?” He asks quietly. 

“I like seeing you smile. You don’t… not very often but it’s really beautiful when you do. Your eyes get all crinkly and you have a little dimple on your left side.” Stiles said matter of factly. Derek can’t make himself breathe, can’t stop looking at the human sitting across from him. “It’s my favorite thing, when I can get you to laugh.” Stiles says with a grin.

Derek's whole body shudders, a knot forming in his throat and he stands so quickly the chair he's sitting on topples over. He can't blink fast enough to stop the sudden wave of tears so he turns, rushing out of the room and into the cool night air.

Stiles follows a few minutes later, finding him leaning heavily against the fence railing.

“Derek? I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t.” He says, shaking his head as he stares out over the lake. “Y-You didn’t… I just…” But he can’t explain it. He doesn’t know how to say what he really wants to say and Stiles stands patiently  as he digs his claws into fists. “No ones ever…” 

Stiles takes a tentative step towards him. “Ever… liked your smile?” He asks gently and Derek shrugs. 

“I guess no one ever cared if I did smile.” 

A look of anger shutters across Stiles' face before it flickers back to concern and he moves closer. He cautiously reaches to touch Derek’s hand, the movement startling the other enough to turn and Stiles tugs gently at his fingers. Blood drips down onto the gravel and it takes longer than it should for Derek to loosen his grip.

“I do.” Stiles says. “I care.” Derek nods weakly.

“Its not because I’m in love with you Derek.” Derek whips his head to look over at him and Stiles rubs awkwardly at the back of his neck. “I mean, I am… In love with you that is. But that’s not why I said it. I mean before all that. Before anything else you’re my friend and I just want you to be happy. Even if I’m not the one that makes you happy…I just wanted you to know that.” 

It would be easy for Derek to scoff and shake it off and tell himself that humans lie. Any other time… But he can still feel the warmth of magic rushing through his veins and when he himself opens his mouth to tell him it doesn’t matter he can’t. The spell won’t let him because the truth is, it does matter. It matters more than anything and the truth is, that Stiles is being honest. Completely honest. And Stiles doesn’t lie, not even without the witches’ influence. 

It takes a moment for Derek to anchor himself back to reality but he realizes that Stiles does make him happy. And that he wants Stiles to be happy too. Despite his head and past experiences and cursed family name telling him it's a bad idea...

He reaches towards his hand this time, linking their fingers together and when Stiles gives him a wink he returns it with a smile.

[sterekbigbang]

Presenting @sterekbigbang's 2024/2025 Author @angeleyz4ever and Artist @renmackree with

The Alpha and The Spark

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No warning Additional Tags: FBI Agent Stiles Stilinski, Baby Werewolves, AU Canon Divergence, Future fic, Mates, Magical Stiles, Mating Rituals, Hunter-Werewolf war, FBI Spies, Bad Friend Scott McCall but not always, Bad Person Alan Deaton, Good Rafael McCall, Calavera family, Anal fingering, Anal sex, Mating sex Word Count:46572 Summary: FBI Agent Stiles Stilinski's special team was supposed to save an old-world werewolf pack that was reported to be wiped out by hunters. Yet when they arrive, the camp becomes all-out chaos. Stiles and his two charges are lucky to make it out alive. So he messages the only person he can trust who would be able to help him... his Sourwolf. Derek Hale races to find Stiles so they can flee across the country, taking their charges to the only place they know they can keep them safe. Even when Stiles is wanted by the FBI and the resident Alpha is throwing a tantrum. Can they stop an all-out war and how is it the FBI has turned on Stiles? At the end of the day, can Stiles and Derek save everyone and themselves while trying to make a life for themselves together, or will they die trying?

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[sundrop-writes]

you were nice to me and acknowledged my existence so i hope you know that means you’ve unknowingly asked for all my dumbass, hyper-specific 12AM bullshit thoughts.

you can turn this into a mini blurb or teen wolf pack headcanon - whatever works for you, but who do you think in the pack is would be into you wearing a necklace (or any form of jewelry really) with their name/initial on it? are they buying it for you or is it something you would have to initiate, do they want one too with your name/initial on it?

i know it’s not everyone’s thing but i think it can be really adorable 🥰

if this isn’t your vibe just let me know, no biggie 🩷

This is absolutely my vibe!!! I love this prompt so much omg. Also, I love it when people come to me with their random 12am bullshit - whether it's just to rant in my inbox about fictional characters or to suggest fic ideas. This is what Tumblr inboxes are for

My requests for Teen Wolf are open!! Just make sure to read my rules first!!

What would the pack think of you wearing a necklace that represents them?

A/N: I changed it from an initial to a representative symbol, partially because of a tiktok that Star sent me the other day of someone selling Teen Wolf necklaces in an Etsy shop that I can't stop thinking about and I want one so badly, and partially because I think Derek's tattoo would make a really amazing necklace.

Warnings: descriptions of canon level violence, I tried to make the reader as gender neutral as possible (please let me know if I messed up anywhere on that), Isaac's low self eesteem due to his father's abuse, mentions of Jackson x Lydia, references to sex (but nothing descriptively smutty), I think that's it.

Includes: Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes (I got tired while writing this so that's all the characters we have lmao)

Derek would love it. It would be his idea - he would be the one to give you the necklace.

He met you shortly before becoming an Alpha, and you were the defining member of his pack. You were the first person he had bitten in order to turn them - you had been bleeding out outside of the Hale house after Peter had stuck his claws through your stomach, sensing Derek's attachment to you (even if it was something that Derek himself hesitated to admit), and he had called Derek weak for taking a liking to you. So the moment after Derek had slashed Peter's throat open, making him the Alpha, he had used his new found power to bite you, ultimately saving your life.

You were someone he had once viewed as his weakness, but he had come to realize that you were his ultimate strength. You showed him how to interact with Erica, Isaac, and Boyd with kindness and understanding, you showed him how to harness his Alpha power with more than just the anger he harboured inside. You showed him love - something his isolated heart hadn't felt in years.

To him, the triskele tattoo on his back represented the three forms of a wolf could take - the powerful, leading Alpha, the following Beta, and isolated, weak Omega. It represents how a wolf can rise to power, but he can also fall to weakness if he's not careful.

When he gave you a necklace with that same symbol as its pendant, he explained to you why it was so important to him that you wear it.

"You have helped me rise to my full potential." He told you, pinning the clasp behind your neck. "Every time I look at this around your neck, I want to be reminded of that. I want to be reminded not to fall to anything less." He kissed the base of your neck, causing you to break into a large smile as his thick, warm arms wrapped around you from behind. "I need to be reminded to serve you a good, loyal Alpha every single day. Not to fall back into my former weaknesses."

"I thought I was your weakness?"

"No. You're my strength."

Isaac would be unsure about it. And it most definitely was not his idea.

It started with you and Lydia hanging out before a lacrosse game - the two of you were getting ready in her room, and while she finished up her makeup, she said 'oh!' as if suddenly remembering something, and then went to her jewellery box. You looked on in curiosity as she pulled out a necklace, and when you squinted closer, you saw that it was a silver pendant with the number 37 on it.

"What's that?" You asked.

"It's Jackson's jersey number." She told you. "It's good luck for a player's girlfriend to wear his jersey number, and I didn't want some big ugly jacket with the numbers written on the back."

It made you wonder if you should wear Isaac's jersey number to the game, even though the two of you had been playing around with dating, not exactly official. Isaac was hesitant on PDA and labels. Lydia encouraged you, though, and she ended up using a red lipstick to write his number 14 on your cheek, making you look like a crazed fan - but everybody at the game already knew who you were there for.

Before the next game, Lydia gifted you with a necklace similarly to her own, with the promise that she wouldn't have to freeze her ass off in the stands alone - and to her, it was like the two of you had matching best friend necklaces, representing the lugheads that you cheered for on the field together. At first, you only wore it to games. But then you found comfort in wearing it all the time.

Isaac, of course, took notice of this - his eyes easily magnetized to the number 14 glimmering on the silver chain around your neck.

He felt like he didn't deserve to have a mark on you. He was undeserving of claiming you, undeserving of being called your 'boyfriend'. He was worthless, and you wearing something that represented some kind of serious relationship between the two of you - why did you want him? Why?

After a long, tiring night of talking, some tears, and eventually some kissing - he finally understood. And from then on, he was more than proud to have his 14 constantly shining around your neck.

Scott would love it. But it would be your idea.

The two of you had to date in secret - your family had a loyalty, an alignment with the Argents, so you couldn't be seen with Scott in public, creating a deep frustration between the two of you when you couldn't hold hands in the hallways or go on 'real' dates like other couples could. Scott expressed a deep frustration at loving you, being your boyfriend, but not getting to be yours twenty-four seven like he wanted to, and that's what caused you to come up with the idea.

You got a silver heart locket necklace, and inside, put a picture of the two of you. Well - it was a piece of the picture of the two of you. You grabbed a photo of the two of you kissing, and cut out the space that had formed between your necks when your lips came together in a kiss - to anybody else (most important, if your family saw it) it would have looked like a photo of blank sky. But you and Scott were the only two people in the world who knew what the photo truly was.

And you gave him the rest of the photo with the missing heart shape cut out between the two of you so that he could be reminded of your next words every single time he looked at it.

"The space between us isn't what matters." You told him firmly, pointing to the space you had cut out of the photo. "No matter how big that space gets, we always know how much we love each other. We'll always have each other."

From then on, every single time he looked at the silver heart dangling around your neck, it was something he remembered with a smile. No matter how far the two of you had to be apart, no matter for how long - your love kept you together.

Stiles would absolutely love it. It would be his idea.

Stiles would be incredibly shy and shitting his pants nervous about asking you to wear his numbers, but the week before, you had asked him to be your boyfriend after a roaring success of a first date that he had no clue how he landed with you. His first game as a first linger was coming up, and he felt like things could only go up from here.

He had you, he was first line, so - he steadied his courage as he tightly gripped the black velvet box that had the shiny gold necklace in it, praying that this wouldn't be too much, too soon. Praying that he wasn't going to scare you off.

"Um, hey." He greeted you at your locker, a ball of nervous energy that had you giving him a questioning eyebrow.

"Good morning." You smiled at him, wondering why he was acting so strange. You leaned in and kissed him on the lips - a light, chaste kiss in greeting, and he felt himself nearly knocked over by the joy of it.

This was really real. He had you.

"What's that?" You asked, motioning toward the box in his hands.

"Oh, uh - a gift." He said. "For you."

"Stiles, you didn't have to. It's not my birthday or anything."

"I know." He said. "I want to - to do something special. To celebrate you being mine."

An intense wave of butterflies overtook you at this, and you look on in awe as he opened the box, presenting the necklace to you.

"It's - um - it's my jersey number. Ya know - 24. Just - it's a thing that people usually do, wearing their boyfriend's number... and I - am I being too weird? I'm sorry." He went off rambling the longer that you didn't speak, and you quickly raised a hand to his wrist, trying to calm him with a soothing touch there.

"I love it." You assured him with a smile. "Thank you. I can't wait to wear it."

"I could... help you put it on now?"

You nodded enthusiastically, and he excitedly grabbed it out of the box.

From then on, you never took it off. You were more than proud to be his, and proud to show it off by wearing the necklace.

Erica would fucking love it, but it wouldn't really be intentional on either of your behalves.

One thing Erica never expected about becoming a werewolf - how possessive it would make her. But being able to smell when someone had touched you, being able to hear how hard your heart pounded when you were scared or anxious - it made her want to rip apart anybody who even looked at you the wrong way. The two of you weren't even officially dating. Your friendship always crossed weird lines - you were the only person who was kind to her when she was an outcast, and after she transformed, you were the only person she knew for certain didn't just want her for her body.

The sex between the two of you was amazing, but you never talked about feelings.

One night in the haste of undressing, she dropped a necklace on your floor - a nameplate necklace that her parents had gotten for her birthday a few years ago. You didn't want to forget to bring it back to her, and you thought it was funny, a kind of joke - so you put it on. You thought nothing of having the name 'Erica' dangling around your neck in bold silver letters.

When Erica saw it - it drove all of her wolfish instincts insane. Seeing her claim on you, her name literally written across you - it took everything she had in her not to throw you across a table in the middle of the library and fuck your brains out, then and there.

And she saw the way other people reacted to it too. The way guys would go to flirt with you, but then their eyes would dart down to the necklace and then look to her, as if finally noticing her presence glaring at them, telling them to back off - and then they would scatter in fear. It was the first time in weeks that the two of you actually had peace.

So she implored you to keep it. She loved having a silent little claim on you. After all, wolves love claiming their territory, right?

...

Teen Wolf Masterlist

[quackquackcey]

⟡ "good boy" ⟡

Rated E | sterek | 11k

finally finished my extremely late bday gift fic to the sweet, sweet @renmackree, (& a late bday gift to myself)! 🥰 thank you for always being such an amazing friend & kind soul, & I hope you enjoy this fic bb! 🥺

✨ canon div, meet cute, first meetings ✨ humor, banter, fluff & smut 🤍

Tags: Canon Divergence | Scott McCall Gets Bitten Senior Year | Evolved Derek Hale | Alpha Derek Hale | Humor | Banter | Meet-Cute | First Meetings | First Dates | First Kiss | First Time | Dating | Getting Together | Falling In Love | Wolf Derek Hale | Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things | Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing | POV Stiles Stilinski | Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski | Sexual Tension | Flirting | Fluff and Smut | Shameless Smut | Knotting | Cuddling & Snuggling

Summary:

Stiles doesn’t think his senior year can get any worse with his best friend turning rabid every full moon, until he finds himself stuck with a massive black wolf overnight that doesn’t even like jerky. But on the bright side, the hot guy with the half-dying sister he met at the gas station seems to be in town for a bit, so there’s still a chance that his senior year, his supposed best year of high school, isn’t a complete lost cause…right? That is, if he can manage to juggle the sassy wolf that he takes care of at night and the hot guy that asked him out on a date for some reason.~ 🐺🍕

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[kingofangst]

This moment right here...the moment Scott's eyes change color, just as he fighting his way through the mountain ash to save his father-figure, mentor and boss, is what made me shiver. I got goosebumps from this scene and how intense and anticipating this part was with Scott's eyes going from golden to red. He was going to be an Alpha, an Alpha that didn't kill. An Alpha that was virtuous and a natural leader. Even though we see it at the end of Season 3A and Scott's jaw dropping ascension to a True Alpha (That scene gave me more goosebumps btw) but this one made me shiver and my spine was tingling as I saw this for the first time and oh boy I was excited about Scott's new transformation!!!

scott in 3x07: currents

[twshipoftheday]

Teen Wolf Ship of the Day, February 27th

Scott McCall x Isaac Lahey

He'd never felt so normal as when Isaac looked at him. Scott was an Alpha werewolf and Isaac still made him feel like the most normal teenager in the world. It was perfect.

Headcanons under the cut.

They sort of sleep directly on top of each other, though usually Isaac is lying on top of Scott

Isaac doesn't like being trapped and therefore normally sleeps as close to the door as possible

The two of them do most of their dates in parks or in the preserve

They both really enjoy a good lacrosse game, and they can be insufferable when they get together to watch a lacrosse game

Isaac is really into board games and often plays them with Scott and Melissa, Isaac pretty much always wins

Isaac and Melissa are very close with each other, and Isaac often brings her food at work when he has time

Scott is more of a cook than Isaac is, Isaac is someone who knows how to make four different types of food, and Scott has a large recipe book from his grandmother that he references often

Scott introduces Isaac to a lot of the video games that he likes playing and Isaac gets really into a few of them

[justbuddies]

if you think about the puppy pack being the new gen of the mccall pack, then i think the chimera pack is the new gen of the hale pack/beta trio. theo and derek r very similar as alphas/leaders (since theo was def not an alpha) with how they treat their betas as soldiers, and are the reason why some of them die (theo directly, derek indirectly) and also push some of their betas to migrate into scotts pack. obviously that means hayden is the new isaac, leaving theo fairly quickly to join liams pack and then ultimately moving away from beacon hills just like isaac did. corey i would say is the new boyd, both of them being invisible in their previous lives before the supernatural and most importantly just wanting to be seen. corey is also the one who seems most okay with being a chimera—outside of when he’s in danger ofc and when theo puts him in danger— because it changes things for him in a good way. boyd was also like that, he even thanked derek for turning him because his life was worse before. tracy is the new erica, becoming more confident after being turned and also becoming more violent. both of them seem meaner after they transform, which we know is only a coping mechanism for the way they were both treated prior to being turned. tracy also has night terrors before being turned similarly to how erica had epilepsy. (similar in that both of these issues impacted their lives a lot; erica had no friends and was being made fun of and tracy could barely focus on school) josh reminds me of jackson, bc of the ways they’re both treated as expendable by theo and derek respectively. theo and derek didnt care about josh and jackson, derek only biting jackson because he was annoying and he knew there was a chance he would die, and theo killed josh twice both times for his own gain, not caring about the life he was taking.

anyway the chimera pack is just the more dark messed up version of an already dark and messed up pack 😭

[urgardenandmine]

a healing touch ❀ - t. raeken

summary: you experience a small "issue" and mr. raeken just HAPPENS to exist... ⚠️‼️WARNING: there's a small like mention of like "violence" so be cautious (unless you are into choking so)⚠️‼️ genre: smut? or getting there... pairing: m!reader x theo raeken (can also be read as gn!reader) word count: 1.9K

today was a hot summer day. the sun was blazing down as you groaned softly, wiping your forehead as the sweat began to bead down your face. feeling almost sick, you trudged your way to the benches, practically falling over your two feet as you reached for your water bottle and began to down it in almost an instant. not realizing the eyes on you, beside you were your teammates liam dunbar, scott mccall and stiles stilinski. they had stared at you down your water, surprised you didn’t choke on a single drop. 

finishing the bottle, you groaned and laid down in the grass, heaving as you felt yourself getting worse by the second. at the start of this day, everything had gone swimmingly. then, by the end of the first period, you began to feel disoriented and somewhat weaker than usual. as you turned to face your teammates, you looked up and saw the faces of scott and liam, who seemed concerned. on the other hand, stiles was struggling with his glove. confused as to why you were met with looks, you sat up and looked at them with the same expression.

“is there something wrong…?” you asked, causing them to slip out of their weirdly and somewhat offensive gawking. liam looked at scott, not sure if he was allowed to say what he wanted to say. scott, being the more “mature” and older, experienced alpha, he chuckled sheepishly before speaking. as he slowly opened his mouth to speak, liam had beat him to the punch.

“you smell. like…smell.” liam stated bluntly. stiles slowly turned his head, his other glove in his mouth as scott sighed, sounding a bit disappointed at the beta as you frowned. smelling yourself gently, you could only get small whiffs of sweat and deodorant. looking at liam, you shoved his shin-guarded leg as you pouted. scott chuckled, looking down at you as now held your hands under your armpits.

“not like that smell. you smell like…” scott’s words slowly wandered off, not finishing his sentence as he was trying to find a way to piece the statement together. turning your attention towards him, you saw liam in the corner of your eye staring at you once more. growling softly, you turned to liam instead and stood up.

“what do i smell like, liam?” you pushed, seeing him stare at you as if he were a toddler who was told a very huge scientific fact. 

“like…good.” liam answered, causing you to look confused as scott nodded in agreement. stiles eyebrows furrowed, looking at the two wolves. stiles shrugged, brushing it off as a werewolf thing as you then just rolled your eyes. “not funny you guys. just tell-”

before you could finish your sentence, you groaned loudly and slowly sat back down as you clutched your stomach and your head. liam had gotten off the bench, kneeling and touching you. as you tried to deal with this passing random wave of weird feelings, you felt a smell hint of…lust? you weren’t sure what this was but you didn’t want to be around them to deal with it. slowly getting up, you bolted to the men’s locker room and sat on the cold floor. you groaned, looking up at the yellowish lights, heaving as you tried to calm yourself. 

as you sat on the floor, you began to contemplate things. being in beacon hills, you’ve learned to quickly adapt to the weird lifestyle that had come along with the territory. for an example, you had gotten used to the idea that your friend liam somehow got faster and stronger. along with that, you had gotten used to how the seniors were always like randomly whispering in halls, specifically those like scott mccall, stiles stilinski and the others. it was weird but like being honest, who’s normal in high school? what wasn’t normal was the weird sights you had seen, such as these weird metallic dressed men and these weird whisperings. 

soon, you had learned that these weird men were none other than the dread doctors, making you one of the chimeras that had been what they sought after. being told of your now mixed nature, you felt a sense of dread (get it?) and a sense of understanding. 

feeling another strong wave of pain and whatever it was, you remember that day as if it were just yesterday. being told you were now genetically modified to be something called a “werejaguar” mixed with whatever else was left in a bottle wasn’t something you wanted to hear. a couple months of laying low, a couple sessions with “doctor” deaton (who you were sure wasn’t even certified to like doing any medicine), it was revealed that you could be a werejaguar solely, yet it wasn’t easy after being a regular kid in a small town. 

pushing yourself up the cold stone wall, you groaned as you could feel a pit in your stomach form. it felt like hunger, but for something else. whimpering softly, you could feel yourself slowly lose control as your eyes began to flash the neon green werejaguars had. growling gently, you then kicked off your cleats and began to strip down to your underwear as you then ran to the showers. 

turning the nozzle to cold, you stood under the faucet and drowned yourself as you felt the small beads of icy, cold water roll down your hot skin. sighing with content, it had helped soothe your feeling of overheating, but not the weird feeling in your stomach. grumbling softly, you had a small urge to…relieve yourself. not sure why and not really shying away from the idea, you thought “why not?”

looking behind you to make sure no one was present, you slowly ran a hand down your body as you felt your entrance almost open on its own. rubbing a single digit across it, you let out a soft moan as you arched your back in the cold shower. biting your lip, you could feel it relax you? was this normal? does being now a shapeshifting supernatural creature also make you like a mega-horny person? meh, who cares.

feeling your entrance once more, you looked back at yourself and slowly slipped in a finger in-between your cheeks. gasping softly, you let out a moan as you could feel it enter easily. it was as if your body had been wanting this. as if it needed it.

feeling great pleasure, you began to finger yourself lewdly. trying not to release such loud moans, you had covered your mouth with one hand as you began to turn yourself into a small mess. as your eyes rolled back, you began to think obscene thoughts, thinking that this was better and all you could need as of right now.

“what are you doing, kitty.” a husky voice spoke, causing you to gasp and stop immediately. turning off the shower and grabbing a towel, you covered yourself up as you tried to play it off. stumbling and almost slipping, you were caught by rough hands. feeling them squeeze your shoulders, you could have melted right then and there. looking up at the one who had caught you, your face immediately had turned sour. 

it was none other than theo raeken, the dick head chimera. growling softly, you had shoved yourself off him, digging your nails into his skin a bit to pinch him. he chuckled, being unfazed due to your testiness. he understood your anger, seeing as he was the one who had killed your friends’ josh and tracy. though tracy was more lenient towards theo, you had moments where she had confided in you with moments of doubt. as well as josh, josh and you had gotten along after theo had decided to resurrect you both and being loyal more than most. being a part of the now disbanded pack due to missing members, you stared at your “alpha” as he eyed your figure. 

feeling another wave of pain, you groaned and backed away from him as your stomach began to turn once more. looking at theo, you fell to your knees and laid on your side as you felt one big cramp slowly ruin your body in this minute. he smirked, crouching down as he flipped you over onto your back as you whimpered, glaring at him as he licked his bottom lip.

“what.” you spat, staring at the taller boy who was getting on your last nerve. the other chimera let out a soft chuckle as he then stared at you with his other eyes, causing you to flash yours to show you weren’t in the mood.

“aw, kitten~. you have no idea, huh?” he teased, backing away as he then stood up and leaned against the lockers. you sat up, bringing your knees to your chest and trying to position your towel to where it covered you, stopping at your ankles. scoffing, you rolled your eyes as you chose not to look at him.

“of course i know what’s happening.” the tone of your voice was convincing to those who weren’t supernatural. hearing your heartbeat rise, the older boy chuckled as he stared at you.

“i can smell it all over you. i am after all your alpha.” 

“you are not my alpha. you lost that right when you killed my friends. when you tried to kill scott and the others.” 

feeling the shift in the air, theo’s smirk had then disappeared as he crouched once more in front of you. his eyes began to glow a bright yellow again, his hand darting to your neck as he choked you gently, growling. he lifted your head up slowly, tightening his grip as he brought your gaze to his. 

“don’t ever say that to me. not when i can help you with this.” he snarled, releasing you to catch your breath. though he was causing you pain, being around him made the actual pain somewhat decrease. you weren’t sure why but you felt like everything was clearer with him in this moment. theo stood back up, rolling up his flannel jacket sleeves. he then stood in front of you, looking down at you.

“get up.” he demanded in a clear voice. though you hated him, your body had betrayed you as you immediately stood up. he slowly smiled, looking down at you as he got closer. there was now almost distance between you two. you could feel his breath on your lips. he shook his head as he laughed, sighing as he looked at you once more with a look of feigned pity. 

“scott told you nothing, huh?” 

as you looked at him, he knew you understood nothing. it annoyed him, causing him to chew on his inner cheek as he rubbed his temple, exhaling deeply as he then stared at you and cupped your cheek gently.

“you’re in heat, idiot. can’t believe your “alpha” never told you.” 

tilting your head, you were confused on what heat was. was he talking about a heatstroke? scanning your face and seeing genuine confusion, theo rolled his eyes as he then backed away and began to walk off. seeing him get further away, the pain began to boil up again in your stomach.

“hey! what is that? where are you going?” you shouted, marching after him in your towel, leaving wet footprints. he turned on his heel, looking at you as he licked his lips.

“get dressed. we’re going to my place.”

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this will be a two part story because i felt it was getting too long TT

i hope y'all like this story because my original plan was with peter hale like woof...

hope y'all enjoyed it!

also i know the pictures make no sense but theo radiates to me a very muted color typa person

[fairytales-and-folklore]

My Friend Thinks You're Cute

Teen Wolf » Sterek

Title: My Friend Thinks You're Cute

Author: fairytalesandfolklore

Fandom: Teen Wolf (Masterlist)

Relationship: Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski

AO3 Rating: Teen & Up (a complete collection of author's notes, inspiration credits, content warnings and tags can be found on AO3)

Summary: And that's when Stiles sees him, standing in the middle of the crowd, swathed in a black leather jacket, eyes alight as he flashes Stiles the most dazzlingly perfect smile. Derek The Music Major. The guy Stiles has had a massive crush on ever since they shared a class together in Stiles's freshman year. The guy who went on to graduate later that spring and leave town to go on tour with his band. The guy who composed such beautiful music that it made Stiles fall even more stupidly in love with him. The guy who wrote the lyrics to the song he's currently up on stage singing motherfucking karaoke to. So yeah, Stiles is pretty sure he's going to kill his best friends for dragging him along to this party.

"This is my friend. He loves your work. Big fan," McCall informs him, gesturing to the mortified guy with the adorably disheveled dark brown hair, wide brown eyes, and a blush as deep as his scarlet jacket. "Also, he thinks you're cute," McCall adds, a big goofy grin spreading across his face. "And I'm like 98% sure he's thought of you naked."

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So yeah, Stiles is pretty sure he's going to kill his best friends. After two long, exhausting weeks of relentless badgering, Stiles had finally given in and agreed to accompany Scott and Danny to their stupid goddamn dorm party. He'd figured, fuck it, he's a senior, he's so close to graduation he can almost taste it, he can abandon his studies for one Saturday night and try to have a good time.

What he hadn't factored in was his meddling, dumbass friends dragging him up on stage and announcing to the whole room that he was the next karaoke performance of the night. Rolling his eyes at Scott and Danny's cheers, jeers, and catcalls, Stiles makes his way over to the monitor and begins flipping through their song selection. The overwhelming majority of it is early 2000's garbage with a few 80's power ballads and 90's pop remixes thrown in, and just when Stiles is about to resign himself to performing Bye Bye Bye or Don't Stop Believing in front of a crowd of judgmental drunken college kids, he comes across a newer track he'd never expected to find in a karaoke lineup.

"Uh, hi," Stiles winces as the microphone gives an ear piercing screech, and the crowd grumbles and groans. "So, most of you probably haven't even heard of this song. The band's kind of new, only really started gaining traction about two or three years ago, I think? Fun fact for out-of-towners, their lead guitarist actually grew up in Beacon Hills and went to this school. He also wrote the song I'm about to perform, which I've heard, like, dozens of times on some pretty popular radio stations, so I guess that means there's hope out there for the rest of us art students. Anyway, here's my horribly butchered rendition of the song Triskelion by The Alphas."

Sweating bullets, Stiles clicks play and cradles the microphone in the palms of his shaking hands, eyes fixed resolutely to the monitor, not daring to look at the audience. The monitor displays an error message and gives him the blue screen of death, refusing to let the lyrics scroll across the screen, but it doesn't really matter, because Stiles knows them all by heart. 

The overhead lights cast the stage in a golden glow, blinding Stiles to the surrounding world so that the crowd is just a sea of blurred faces. For a moment, he can pretend that it's just him, alone in his dorm room, or in the driver's seat of his powder blue Jeep with the radio on full blast, and really give it his all. So he does. Stiles sings his heart out. And it's actually…well, not great, but not terrible, either. Much to his surprise, everyone starts cheering him on, singing at the top of their lungs along with him, and Stiles is delighted by the fact that they all seem to share his love for his favorite band.

And that's when Stiles sees him, standing in the middle of the crowd, swathed in a black leather jacket, eyes alight as he flashes Stiles the most dazzlingly perfect smile. Derek The Music Major. The guy Stiles has had a massive crush on ever since they shared a class together in Stiles's freshman year. The guy who went on to graduate later that spring and leave town to go on tour with his band.The guy who composed such beautiful music that it made Stiles fall even more stupidly in love with him when he happened upon one of his live performances on YouTube the following summer. The guy who wrote the lyrics to the song he's currently up on stage singing motherfucking karaoke to. Derek Hale, Beacon Hills sweetheart, local legend, and international rising star. Derek Hale, lead guitarist of The Alphas.

Oh

My

God

It's a feat of fucking heroics and sheer dumb luck that keeps Stiles's voice steady until the very end of the song, and then he's bolting off the stage and colliding face-first with a wall of muscle in the shape of his two best friends.

"Hey man, you did great up there!" Scott beams at him, his smile so warm and sincere, so filled with pride, that Stiles finds it difficult to stay mad at him. Stiles has known Scott since kindergarten, and he's pretty damn sure that Scott is an actual ray of sunshine in human form.

…and then there's Danny.

"Seriously, Stilinski. That was pretty damn impressive," Danny agrees with an air of genuine surprise. And honestly, coming from Danny, that's like, god-tier praise. If Stiles wasn't freaking the fuck out, he'd probably take a moment to bask in it, ask if he can get it writing, and then gloat so hard it sours Danny's mood and makes him threaten to take it back.

"Dude, you are not going to believe who I just saw," Stiles exclaims, one hand gripping each of their shoulders so that they're just standing there in the middle of the common room like an awkward triangle. 

"So, you remember that guy that— oh my god, there he is," Stiles groans, bolting side to side in a panicked attempt to duck behind a corner, but as tragedy would have it, there aren't any corners in the epicenter of a room. Why aren't there ever any corners when you actually need them? Why do corners only ever seem to exist when you're in a rush and you're not paying attention and you bash your face into an inconveniently placed patch of hard plaster? There should at least be a column, or a couch, or something. In the end, he figures using Scott and Danny as a human shield is as good a hiding place as any.

"Can you fucking not," Danny growls as Stiles all but claws at his neck to peer over his shoulder. "Who are you even—"

Danny squints in the direction of a dark-haired man with hazel eyes and a chiseled jaw peppered with five o'clock shadow, backed into a far corner of the room, smiling awkwardly as a gaggle of fans bombard him with photo ops and autographs.

"Is that who I think it is?" Danny gasps dramatically, and there's something in the way his eyes crinkle around the edges, like he's enjoying a private joke, that makes Stiles quirk an eyebrow.

"Holy shit," Scott exclaims, eyes widening in theatrical surprise. "It's Derek The Music Major!"

"Yeah, well, it's Derek the fucking sex god rock star now, isn't it?" Stiles practically moans, scrubbing his hands through his hair and burying his face into Scott's shoulder. "Ugh, he's even more unattainable than he was before. How is that even possible? And like, more to the point, why is he even here?"

"Oh, uh…" Scott's voice rises a half octave, a telltale sign that he's about to lie through his teeth and make it sound casual. "I think Derek's cousin goes here. Miguel, or something."

Stiles lifts his head up, eyes narrowed in suspicion as he fixes Scott with a scrutinizing glare. Scott keeps his gaze resolutely glued to the floor, looking for all the world like a guilt-ridden golden retriever who'd just been caught digging in the garden.

"What," Stiles spits, an entire world's emphasis on the t.

"What?" Scott and Danny ask in mirrored tones of mock innocence.

"You…you guys knew he was going to be here, didn't you?" Stiles sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

"We…might have heard something about that," Danny offers around an infuriatingly amused little chuckle.

"We overheard Miguel talking about it a couple of weeks ago," Scott bursts out, physically incapable of keeping this a secret for even a second longer. "Apparently, Derek and his bandmates are back in town for the summer, and they got invited to come and perform at his cousin's friend's party. This party."

"And you guys thought it would be a great idea for me to go up on stage and make an ass out of myself…singing one of Derek's songs…in front of Derek," Stiles says slowly, his tone positively drenched in quietly seething sarcasm.

"Relax," Danny says, rolling his eyes. "What we did was get you noticed."

"Yeah, man," Scott jumps in with a barely contained goofy grin, trying and failing to look solemn and apologetic. "He was totally checking you out. It was so obvious."

"Didn't you see the way he kept smiling at you?" Danny asks.

"He was probably laughing his ass off at the dipshit butchering the fuck out of one of his songs," Stiles whines, smacking his head repeatedly into the side of Scott's shoulder.

"Ugh, you're impossible," Scott groans, rolling his eyes and fixing Danny with a pleading sort of look.

"Yeah, look, this whole pity party thing you're got going on? It's boring," Danny scoffs, wrenching Stiles away from his makeshift hiding place and clapping both hands on either side of his shoulders. 

"You've been sweet on the guy for like, what…three and a half years now? If you won't take the chance and finally introduce yourself, then—" Danny pauses, peering over Stiles's shoulder to stare resolutely at Scott, seconds passing as the two of them share some kind of bizarre, silent conversation over the top of Stiles's head that ends with Danny setting his lips into a determined line and giving Scott a curt nod.

"Scotty," he says with a melodramatic sigh. "I think it's about time we take matters into our own hands."

"Just like we rehearsed?" Scott replies with a crooked smile. Without warning, Scott and Danny each grab a hold of one of Stiles's arms and start marching him toward Derek's corner of the room. The ruckus of muffled shouting and flailing limbs that it causes scatters the crowd of fawning fans, clearing a direct path. 

Derek quirks an eyebrow as he stares back and forth between the three of them, taking in the perplexing but not altogether unwelcome sight of a guy with adorably disheveled dark brown hair, wide brown eyes, and a blush as deep as his scarlet jacket, sandwiched in between two thoroughly amused smirking faces. 

The guy in the middle swallows thickly, and Derek watches with spellbound awe as his Adam's apple bounces along the curves of his mole-and-freckle-dappled throat. His eyes glaze over as he imagines, for the briefest of seconds, what it might be like to graze his teeth along those curves. The sound of someone's voice breaks him out of his wandering thoughts, and Derek shakes his head as if to clear it.

"Hi," the guy on the right with the crooked smile and kind eyes addresses him. Name's McCall, if memory serves him. Derek vaguely remembers seeing the name printed across his jersey on the rare occasion he'd managed to make it to one of his cousin's lacrosse games.

"This is my friend," McCall informs him, gesturing to the mortified guy in the middle. And this is must be…Stilinski, #24, Derek muses. Spends more time on the bench than out on the field. "He loves your work. Big fan."

Instinctively, Derek goes into Greeting Your Fans mode, smiles politely, and prepares himself for another flash of a camera, but then—

"Also, he thinks you're cute," McCall adds, a big goofy grin spreading across his face. "And I'm like 98% sure he's thought of you naked."

Stilinski splutters, turning toward McCall with a manic look in his eyes.

"Oh, I'm 110% sure," the guy to the left confirms with a barely contained smirk. Mahealani. This one, Derek definitely knows. Miguel won't outright admit it, but he's got a bit of a thing for this guy. Blushes every time he walks by. "I literally walked in on him once while he was—"

"Anyway," McCall interjects, clapping a hand over Mahealani's mouth, eyes growing wide as he realizes, albeit a bit too late, that that may have been taking it too far. "We're gonna go, and leave you two to get better acquainted."

"You're dead to me!" Stiles calls after them in a playful sing-song voice as his traitorous friends swagger off in the direction of the pong table, cackling madly, twin shit-eating grins plastered across their faces. Cheekbones prickling with the equivalent of an instant sunburn, Stiles slowly turns back toward Derek.

"Well," he says with mock cheerfulness, stuffing his fists into the pockets of his dark red jacket. "I'm gonna go find the nearest bridge and jump off. Nice meeting you."

He makes to turn away, but Derek reaches out and places a hand across his shoulder, hoping to stop him.

"Wait," he says. "Please don't be embarrassed. Honestly, that was funny as fuck, and I am, like, so beyond flattered. Can I at least know your name?"

Stiles pauses, sets his lips into a hard, thin line, turns back to face Derek, resolutely avoiding having to look directly at him, and sighs.

"It's Stiles," he says.

"Derek," he replies jovially, extending a hand for Stiles to shake, ridiculously formal.

"I know, dude," Stiles laughs, rolling his eyes. "You're like, super famous."

Derek gives a half-hearted shrug, like he genuinely hadn't even noticed, and says, "Yeah, I guess…but am I cute? Your friends said you thought I was cute."

Stiles barks out a laugh, hastily covering up his mouth with the back of his hand. He rearranges his features into something akin to casual indifference, and says, "I mean…I guess you could say that."

Derek laughs, quirking an appraising eyebrow as his gaze flits across Stiles's face, lingering at the curves of his collarbones just visible beneath a pale blue form-fitting henley, before dipping down to admire the cut of his torso. Stiles swallows thickly.

"You're cute, too," Derek says, his smile warm and genuine. "And you've got a nice voice."

Stiles's eyes widen. Oh fuck. That's right. Motherfucking karaoke.

"Oh my god, shut up, no I don't," Stiles laughs, shaking his head as he shoves his hands deeper into the pockets of his jacket, absentmindedly kicking the toes of his sneakers into the hardwood floor.

"No, I'm serious. You were great," Derek insists. Stiles chances a look up at him, heart leaping into his throat at the sweet sincerity he finds there. And then—

"You look so familiar," Derek says with a sudden, sharp intake of breath, head tilted to the side, brows furrowed in concentration as he scrutinizes the details of Stiles's face. "Have we met before?"

"Econ 311," Stiles replies with a shaky sigh.

"Oh my god, that's right!" Derek exclaims, realization dawning on him. "You were that smart-mouthed little shit who always got on Finstock's last nerve. Man, that guy hated you."

Well, Stiles muses, there are definitely worse ways to be remembered.

"I like to think we had a love/hate relationship," Stiles chuckles, delighted over the simple joy of having made Derek laugh.

"Yeah, I thought that was you. Didn't recognize you at first without the buzzcut," Derek reminisces. "You were pretty cute back then, too."

"Yeah, okay," Stiles quips with a hollow laugh. "There's no way in hell a guy like you ever looked twice at a guy like me."

A frustrated crease sets into Derek's forehead, lips twisted into a frown as his eyes bore into Stiles's, studying him like he's a puzzle he can't quite figure out. And what a ridiculous moment this is for Stiles to notice just how thick and full Derek's eyelashes are, to become mesmerized by the honest to god sparkle that dances in his irises like a goddamn Disney prince.

"So," Derek says after a moment, ripping Stiles out of his reverie. "How did I look?"

"Sorry, what?" Stiles shakes his head, genuinely confused.

"Your friends also said that you've thought about me naked," Derek says with a casual shrug, but the Cheshire Cat grin that spreads across his face is anything but. "Did I look good?"

Stiles's eyes widen in shock. Scarlet paints the pulse points across the hollow of his cheekbones and the base of his throat in bright, angry blotches. He opens his mouth, willing the perfect string of words to come and save him from the nightmare of a plot twist this conversation has taken, but all that comes out is a series of high pitched squeaking.

"Damn. That good, huh?" Derek bites his lower lip, and Stiles about dies, because it is simultaneously the hottest and most adorable thing he's ever seen in his entire life.

"Well, I hope I live up to your expectations," Derek sighs around a barely contained smirk, and the blue screen of death flashes across Stiles's mind. "You wanna go out for coffee sometime, see where this goes?"

What?

What?!

This can't actually be happening. There's no way in hell this is real. This is the part where Stiles wakes up, and realizes that it was all a dream. 

Derek pauses, eyebrows raised, waiting for his response. A string of unintelligible nonsense tumbles out of Stiles's mouth, none of it any actual words.

Derek chuckles softly, rummaging through the pockets of his leather jacket before withdrawing a bright blue pen, and scrawling his number on the back of Stiles's hand. Derek's fingertips curl into the palm of his hand, and Stiles forgets how to breathe.

"Give me a call if you're interested," Derek says, flashing Stiles a positively radiant smile and giving his hand an affectionate squeeze, before turning on his heel and sauntering off in the direction of his beckoning bandmates.

Seconds later, Scott and Danny emerge from out of the shadows, clapping Stiles on the back and ruffling his hair, chanting a resounding chorus of I told you so.

"You're welcome," Danny says with a smug smile. 

"And now it's my turn," he says, taking off in hot pursuit of Derek's cousin.