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it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream · 16 days ago

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The Beacon Witch - pt.3

-Y/n moves to Beacon hills to stay with her Guardian Deaton and finds love in the shape of a wolf- Reader x Derek Hale-

You don’t know why you had gone to Stiles, in the moment it seemed like the logical thing to do. He was the mutual party in the group, the thinker. If you were going to tell your secret to anyone, why not him first?

You knew he’d be alone, you’d seen Scott getting into Dereks car. Stiles looked a bit surprised when he saw it was you standing on his door step.

“Hey Y/N! You okay?” He looked a bit twitchy, you knew something was going on, the girls acting funny at the game, Derek and Scott on the steps and now this.

“Stiles can I come in, we need to talk..” He put his hand behind his head, you know, stroking the back of his buzzed hair in that thinking way that guys tend to do.

“I don’t now Y/N, nows really not the best tim-“ You didn’t let him finish that sentence.

“Stiles, I know Scott and Derek are werewolves.” Stiles fake laughed. Like a nervous laugh but over exaggerated to the point where you knew he knew it didn’t cut it. “That’s- wait what how do you even know!” He couldn’t keep his facade.

“Because, I’m a Witch.” Stiles head could have exploded at that moment.

“Well sure why didn’t you say, come on in!” Stiles was muttering to himself all the way to his room in disbelief.

By the end of explaining everything, Stiles mouth was wide open in awe, both of you sitting crossed legged on his bed. It felt good to finally tell someone, even if you hadn’t been here for that long, you couldn’t hold it in forever. He was pissed about Gerard, exclaiming that you should magic him away with your powers, but alas, you didn’t know how to use them yet.

You had a Grimouir, but you’d never been able to understand it on your own, the basics were there, something told you that now you were in Beacon Hills, learning your abilities would probably be something that came in handy.

“So what can you do?” You knew that you were going to be close friends with Stiles, call it your Witchy senses, but you couldn’t help but grin at his child like enthusiasm. He shivered slightly as your raised your hands, purple veins throbbing under your skin, almost glowing, that alone made him “oooooh” and “Ahhhh.” Then he looked around and noticed things that were once settled were now floating in mid air, like being in a spaceship, no gravity. It only lasted a second, Stiles phone interrupting your thought process.

“It’s Allison.” His face during the call, it didn’t scream good news. He was getting his jacket on before he’d even hung up.

“Feel like really becoming one of the gang?” He didn’t have to ask you twice.

Turns out Beacon Hills was bigger than you thought, Stiles speeding around in his car gave you more of an opportunity to look around rather than concentrate on the driving side of things. The Sheriffs Station was getting closer and closer and as it did the feeling of dread in your stomach got stronger and stronger.

“Remind me again why you like risking your life, especially as a human?” You nervous laughed and Stiles shrugged, apparently it was the norm for him these days. “You have a plan right? Please tell me you have a plan.” He nodded.

Picking up Derek Hale was not how you pictured the plan going. You guess, he didn’t expect you there either by the shocked and… pissed look he shot past you and right to Stiles.

“Stiles, why the hell did you bring her here?” Rude. The man looked stressed with a capital S.

“Oh hi to you too Derek.” His back rippled when you said his name, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Stiles who wiggled his eyebrows at the Alpha. You were oblivious.

“Look Mr big bad wolf, she knows about everything.” Derek pinched the bridge of his nose. “No time to explain, she’s here that’s that, how are we going to get passed the front desk?” You peered past Dereks shoulder to see a woman officer at the front desk of the Sheriffs department.

Derek’s bright plan was to distract her, after giving you firm instructions to stay in the car, you could tell he was serious. Stiles, was more fidgety than before, right before Derek left, he told Stiles something only he could hear, enough that it surprised him a lot. Now he was looking at you liked you had two heads.

For whatever reason, it boiled your blood watching Derek walk into the station and flirt his ass off. Stiles couldn’t help but laugh. You glared.

“You’re a cute Witch when you’re jealous, and purple” He motioned to the interior of the car where true enough, your veins thrummed with a purple hue lighting up the dim space. Stiles booped you on the nose and got out of the car following after Derek, you rolled your eyes, they really didn’t know you well enough to think you’d actually stay in the car.

You both peered around the frame of the door where Derek flirted heavily with the woman on duty. You made silent fake gagging noises, Stiles rolled his eyes at Dereks easy charm. With the deputy well distracted, you snuck past with Stiles and into the Sherifs office…. where the keys were.. missing? You both looked at each other, Stiles Aura shifted from excited and panicked to full on panic mode.

You shouldn’t have ran out into the corridor. You should have stayed in the car, just like Derek had said, because before you knew it, you’d been knocked clean out, a wooden box crashing upside your head and Stiles was dragged off.

-Blink- -Blink- Fighting werewolf… -Blink- -Blink- Stiles rushing across the floor and tapping your face… -Blink- Your eyes slowly started adjusting, you groaned as a throbbing pain consumed your mind, red blurring your vision. You fingers reached up to touch the crack above your eyelid… blood. It was a good job you were dealing with Werewolves and not Vampires. Stiles had sat you up against a wall, he’d shed his over shirt, pressing it to your bleeding wound.

“Hold on Y/N, help will come.” You didn’t know if he was trying to convince you or himself. You noticed him hold onto you a little tighter, when you looked up, a half-formed Issac Lahey was stalking towards you. Obviously you had a little more research to do, maybe wolves liked human blood too?

Issac didn’t have time to get a taste. The sound would have scarred anyone else. But the loud roar that came from Derek and the glowing red eyes comforted you as he put Issac back in his place. The Alpha had arrived and god did it turn you on.

Derek didn’t hesitate when he saw you bleeding, in seconds he had you in his arms and on his lap in the back of Stiles car. He brushed away the hair that had started to matte in the blood only to realise, there was no wound? You were about to explain, but your body was drained, it automatically used what little magic you’d learnt to somewhat heal the wound, leading your world to go black once again, passing out in the Alphas leather clad arms.

-Stiles Journal entry-

It didn’t take long for Derek to get Y/N back to her godfather, or as she liked to call him, ‘Unlce D’. God, it was still weird to think that she was Deaton’s family. A few weeks ago she pops up into our lives and now look, she’s hurt already and this was from the mediocre stuff we sometimes had to handle. Honestly I haven’t known Derek that long, but i’d never seen him act this way around anyone. Me and Scott always classed him as the brooding loner type, but after he told me in my jeep that Y/N is his mate, it all made sense. I wonder if Scott knew about mates? My early research when Scott was first turned brought a few things up, but the topic wasn’t what we were focused on at the time. Side note: maybe look into that.

Anyway, we got to the clinic, Derek still had her in his arms. He was quiet but we could tell he was freaking out. He shouted when he slammed through the doors alerting Uncle D (Remember not to call him that to his face.) Just like many of us before, she was laid out on the metal surgical table through the back, all the while Dereks fists clenched at his sides, his jaw too.

Deaton looked her over and gave her the all clear, a collective sigh echoed around the room, then I knew I was in big trouble.

I got it in the balls by Derek, if Scott wasn’t there, immmm sure he would have ripped my throat out. Deaton diffused the situation by letting us know that she would be fine, her magic healed her blah blah blah, there I was in the background making ‘no’ signals looking like a frikin air traffic controller.

The rest went like this….

“Stiles what do you know..” Me explaining that I knew Y/N was a witch, Derek exclaiming, “My mates a witch?!”

Deaton Exclaiming… “She’s your mate?!” Scott looking confused as hell and me, well, I was standing as far away as possible.

In the end, things didn’t go as I thought they would, obviously as I’m writing the events of tonight in here, i’m still alive, throat intact and A okay… Derek on the other hand, he was confused, angry, sad all of the above.

“Don’t tell her, not yet. Scott, Stiles, don’t encourage her on your reckless trips and group life style. She can’t get hurt, just leave her alone, it’s for her own good.”

Derek didn’t hang around long after that, with a kiss to Y/n’s forehead, whoosh, the Alpha was gone and the three of us were standing around Y/N waking body perplexed, a howl echoing in the darkness.

That’s it so far, we left before Y/N woke up, I currently have 10 missed calls, 3 texts and it’s killing me not to answer. But I’m gonna wait till tomorrow, see what the day brings. They better thank me for making this stupid journal, maybe it will come in handy one day.

#fanfic #beaconhills #teenwolf #derek hale x reader #angst #fluff #writing #smut #fanficwriter #stiles stilinski #scott mccall

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haven-of-dusk · 7 months ago

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Prefacing by saying that Jeff is indeed a fuck ass writer and this is not me trying to say he was a misunderstood genius or anything, but I do think you're underselling the Steiners' contributions and arcs by saying they did the bare minimum.

The big one that comes to mind is that Ethan, unprompted, warned Derek of Kali's planned arrival and then was ready to fight Kali when she threatened Lydia and Aiden. I wouldn't really consider going behind Kali's back and risking his own life for Derek and Lydia 'doing the bare minimum,' and that was only the jumping off point, really. The Steiners in 3B proceded to:

Genuinely attempt to teach Scott how to roar. Were they violent about it? Yeah, but that was probably how they themselves were taught.

Helped with the hunt for Barrow, no questions asked.

Went out of their way to protect Scott from the Oni.

Aided in the search for Stiles

Obeying Scott's directives...really consistently.

Hunted for Void and almost got themselves killed in the process

Came to fight the Oni and Aiden DID get himself killed in the process.

And throughout all of that, they gave zero indication of malintent and made a concerted effort to adopt Scott's philosophy.

More than that, Scott and Derek could also recognize that the Steiners were never really the bad guys, but were being used as a tool by Deucalion (and Kali, by extension). So a grudge against them wouldn't be productive, and frankly they didn't need to be redeemed so much as they needed to adapt to the McCall Pack's modus operandi of trust and unity.

The easy comparison (in my opinion) here is Peter, who murderered Laura (and a bunch of other people who were linked to the fire), Derek helped him in S1, then when Peter returned in S2, Derek was pissed at him for five minutes before letting him off the hook. And Peter put in less than a tenth of the effort the Steiners did to make up for past actions and evolve as a person.

So....tldr is that I feel you're starting from a false premise by saying they even necessarily needed a full redemption arc, and the effort they did put in surpassed the bare minimum before Scott and Derek even considered trusting them.

Derek, the guy who was there, had his claws forced out to stab Boyd, worked with them, and, if not forgave them, at least UNDERSTOOD them and that it wasn't their fault.

If he can do it, it's weird that so many can't.

#teen wolf #ethan steiner #aiden steiner #derek hale #until theo's arc in S6 MUCH later on the Steiners were the show's best redemptive arc #partially because we were shown from the beginning that they didn't need that much redeeming #i need to write a whole piece about how 3x4 gives a false impression of the Steiners...#...and how that warped a lot of perspectives on them.#jeff's still a shitty writer most of the time though

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hale-of-stiles-heart · 8 years ago

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Hey there, could you do Sterek + 'After all this time, you gotta know that these threats don't work on me anymore. They barely worked on me in the first place. That was like fear and something else...' TYVM 😉

This is my freaking jam, hope you like it! (also on ao3!)

To say Derek was upset would be an understatement. Hell, to say Derek was anything would be an understatement.

Words alone would never be able to fully explain just how raging, red-hot, scream at the moon pissed off he was as he followed after Stiles into the loft, the teen just as infuriatingly nonchalant as always as he strode inside, setting his car keys down on the coffee table. Meanwhile, Derek was seconds away from literally ripping out fistfuls of his own hair, feeling his eyes flare up in frustration and blaze a steady, angry red, his fingertips itching with the urge to let his claws out.

The full moon hanging in the gloomy sky outside, visible through the wall of windows, sparked a burst of adrenaline and fresh anger to course through his veins, the mere sight reminding him of the reason why he was so viciously upset. Reminded him of what he almost lost barely an hour ago, reminded him of the scene that had unfolded in the preserve a couple miles away, reminded him of everything.

A week or so ago, Peter had graced the pack with his presence at a pack meeting, arriving half an hour late, to point out that he had caught the scent of a rugaru in the preserve while visiting the old Hale House. They were all immediately concerned, especially due to the large influx of tourists pouring into town now that spring had finally come, all of them worried about the very real possibility that hikers or campers might be targeted by the bloodthirsty creature.

Derek had decided to set up a trap for the rugaru using a dead pig he had gotten from a local butcher, generously dousing the dead swine in a shower of cow’s blood that Peter had somehow procured, hoping that the scent of blood and flesh would draw in the carnivorous monster. Everything had been in place, all the betas safely hidden away in the branches of surrounding trees to stay on lookout for the rugaru, ready to give the signal that it was moving closer to the target area where Derek would toss some gasoline onto the creature and light a match to send the creature up in flames.

Everything had been perfect. So, of course, Stiles had to go and ruin it.

Having been told to stay home while the rest of the pack dealt with things, Stiles had promptly done the exact opposite and ventured into the preserve with a pocket knife, a bottle of lighter fluid, and a lighter. Trekking through the deep, dark woods with only the light of the moon to guide him, Stiles had used to pocket knife to slice his palm, wincing at the pain even as he dribbled blood over the forest floor and the sides of trees, creating a mouthwatering trail for the rugaru to follow.

His plan worked. A little too well. Barely more than fifteen minutes later, he was running for his life through the woods, the rugaru hot on his heels, crashing through the underbrush in his to get away from the famished creature.

When the rugaru had first appeared, bursting out of a grove of trees and making a belligerent beeline to the bleeding human, it had smacked the bottle of lighter fluid right out of Stiles’ hand, making the lighter as useless as a screen door on a submarine. With no other recourse, Stiles had turned and ran, hoping that he would somehow stumble upon the pack before the rugaru caught up with him, the creature distracted for a few moments my a spot of blood on a nearby tree.

He hadn’t gotten far before the rugaru caught up with him, tackling him down to the hard forest floor, licking its lips in preparation of biting into Stiles’ flesh, baring its rows of razor-sharp teeth with a guttural snarl. Desperate and terrified that he was about to meet his fate at the hands, or rather the jaws, of the rugaru, Stiles had tipped his head back and let out the loudest scream he could possibly produce.

He shouted out Derek’s name and Scott’s name and even Isaac’s name, calling out all the names of all the pack members as though he were conducting a morbid, pre-mortem roll call, but more than anything he just kept repeating the word help over and over and over again until his voice was hoarse and he could scream no more. Fortunately, the pack found him before the rugaru could take a chunk out of him, Derek ripping the creature off of him as Peter carried the container of gasoline over, Boyd and Erica tugging Stiles farther away.

Now they were back at the loft and Derek was letting himself experience his anger, having held it all back in the forest to focus on finishing off the rugaru and then patching up Stiles’ hand with the first aid kit he kept in the Camaro. But now, now he was going to let Stiles know just what exactly he thought about the whole situation, growling out, “What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you have a fucking death wish?!”

“Oh, lay off it, dude,” Stiles scoffed casually, making his way to the kitchen where he opened the door to the refrigerator and rifled around inside, returning to the main room with a bottle of water. In his anger, mindless with rage, Derek lashed out, smacking the water bottle right out of Stiles’ hand, water splashing all over the concrete floor. Stiles gasped in shock, screeching, “Dude! What the hell is your problem?!”

“My problem?!” Derek snarled indignantly, unable to grasp that Stiles was more worried about some spilled water when he had almost died not even an hour before. Spilled water could easily be cleaned up. A bottle of water could easily be replaced. But Stiles’ life couldn’t. That was why Derek was so upset. He had almost lost Stiles dozens of times, and while each time made his blood boil, it was the fact that this time Stiles didn’t even seem to care that set him off. Shoving a rough hand through his hair, Derek pointed out, “You almost died out there, Stiles!”

“Yeah, I kinda noticed,” Stiles answered, rather cavalier about the whole situation, infuriating Derek even more. If such a thing was even possible. Either way, it was all just too much for Derek.

“God damn it, Stiles!” Derek growled, feeling his fangs descend against his wishes, slightly slurring his speech as he rounded on Stiles, stalking a few steps closer to fist a hand in the front of Stiles’ red hoodie. He spun on his heel, carefully pinning Stiles against the nearest wall, beyond furious as he snarled, “You can’t keep risking your life like that! You’re gonna wind up dead some day and then what?!―” again Stiles just shrugged “―I swear, Stiles, if you don’t knock off the self-sacrificing bullshit, I’ll… I’ll―”

“Oh, c’mon, Derek,” Stiles drawled, his voice loaded with exasperation and exhaustion as he made a show of rolling his eyes, obstinately folding his arms over his chest. Meeting Derek’s red tinged glare with a stubborn, stony glower of his own, Stiles continued on, “After all this time, you gotta know that these threats don’t work on me anymore. They barely worked on me in the first place. That was like fear and something else…”

Derek fixated on the way Stiles trailed off, the way the hard edge of his voice softened if only for a split second, the way his eyes glanced away from Derek’s for a few moments. He caught a telling whiff of embarrassment and shame wafting off of Stiles, along with a hint of something, something that made Derek pause.

“‘Something else’?” He asked once he composed himself, narrowing his eyes and taking a step forward, suddenly feeling confident and almost predatory, his anger melting away into something completely different. Stiles didn’t look up, staring at something over Derek’s shoulder, resolutely not meeting the werewolf’s piercing gaze, refusing to answer. So Derek asked again, taking another step closer as he prompted, “What’s ‘something else’, Stiles?”

“Dude, just forget about it. It doesn’t mean anything,” Stiles insisted, a note of urgent desperation bleeding into his voice as he tried inching over to the side in a poor attempt to get away from him. But it was useless.

Derek took a step to the side, cutting Stiles off by curling a hand around his upper arm and guiding him back to the wall. Again, he repeated himself, “What’s ‘something else’?”

Stiles looked down at his feet, heaving a deep sigh as he finally confessed, “Like feelings and junk.”

With the words finally, finally uttered, Derek could no longer hold back, leaning in a bit closer to press his lips against Stiles', sliding his hand up from his arm to cup his cheek, reverently running the pad of his thumb over a constellation of moles. He half expected Stiles to pull back or shove him away, but he didn't. Instead, he slid his arms around Derek's neck and returned the kiss just as fervently, letting out a soft, breathy sigh against Derek's lips.

Derek bent down awkwardly to grab Stiles under the knee, urging Stiles to wrap his legs around his waist, lifting him up as though he weighed nothing and carrying him over to the bed by the wall of windows. Crawling on top of Stiles after laying him down on the mattress, laying kisses up and down the long column of his throat, nipping gently at the pale skin, Derek murmured, "No more self-sacrificing bullshit."

"You too," Stiles returned, slipping his hands up the back of Derek's shirt to run his palms over the rippling muscles of his shoulders, lightly dragging his nails over the werewolf's tattoo.

Derek huffed a laugh against Stiles' collarbone, pressing a kiss over Stiles' heart as he agreed, "Deal."

#sterek #sterek fic #canon divergent #monster of the week #getting together #selfless!stiles #angry!derek #kissing #i don't know how else to tag this #stiles risks his life and derek gets pissed #ta da #my fic #witchravenfox

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ezzydean · 3 years ago

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“ i could have lost you today! do you know what that would have done to me? ” - Peter & Stiles

Stiles manages to hold his tongue until they’re safely tucked away in Peter’s apartment. Away from their enemies and allies alike. Away from the world that seems so determined to take every last bit of Stiles’ happiness and chew it into mush before spitting it out to dissolve on the concrete of the abandoned strip mall parking lot that is his life, complete with weeds struggling to survive as they spring up through the cracks and crawl across the pitted concrete.

So maybe he needs to take a few deep breaths and step back from the cache of flowing words and artful descriptions his creative writing class has tucked away in his mind.

It doesn’t matter what words he uses. He’s angry and frustrated and on edge and the way Peter is looking at him like he wants to pin him down and gobble him up is not doing anything other than make him even angrier.

“That was dangerous, Peter. Dangerous and stupid and ridiculous and if I’m saying it was stupid? Me. The undisputed king of doing stupid shit without thinking it through? You know it was fucking stupid.”

“Oh please.” Peter rolls his eyes as he saunters towards his bedroom to change out of his dirty clothes. “I’m a werewolf, darling. There is very little in this world that can even leave a scratch that doesn’t heal within a few hours.”

“Yeah and one of those things is a band of pissed off hunters who have gone rogue, no longer follow a code, and are systematically taking out smaller packs one by one.” Stiles doesn’t bother to raise his voice. One: because he’s tired. Two: because he knows that Peter can hear him no matter where he is in the apartment, even if he whispered.

He throws himself on to the couch, spreading out over it so Peter will have to either move him, sit on him, or sit in the chair off to the side when he comes back. Yes he’s being a little bit petty. But he had just watched Peter throw himself into a fight with a bunch of off the rail hunters who were hellbent on destroying anything and everything supernatural that they could. It doesn’t matter that Peter managed to not get hurt this time. It doesn’t matter that Issac and Derek had swooped in with an almost eerily synchronized move to pull the attention off of Peter.

Stiles had still seen it. He had seen the blade oozing with the twisted version of wolfsbane these particular hunters had been known for. He’d seen it centimeters away from Peter’s chest before he had been grabbed by Isaac and yanked out of the way. A millisecond later and that blade would have been in Peter’s heart. He’s going to be having nightmares about Isaac being too late for weeks. About Isaac reaching out and the blade already in Peter’s chest. About Peter on the ground bleeding and gasping and fading away because this particular wolfsbane blend is made to be quick and vicious and damn near impossible to burn out of a werewolf’s system.

Stiles is good. He can do a lot of shit. And maybe, maybe, if they were mated or bonded or had claimed each other or whatever he’d be able to save Peter even on the brink of death.

But they’re not.

He appreciates being the one to warm Peter’s bed and he knows that neither of them are with anyone else. But they’re not really even with each other so it’s only a small consolation.

Peter looms over him and Stiles peels his eyes open and glares up at him. He doesn’t let his eye rake over Peter the way he wants to. Doesn’t let himself give in to these instincts to curl around Peter and protect him.

Peter doesn’t want that. Peter doesn’t want Stiles to take up that position in his life. In his bed? Sure. On his side in a fight? Definitely. By his side in life? No thank you. Peter’s made it pretty clear where Stiles stands in that regard.

He gestures for Stiles to move his legs and when Stiles refuses Peter raises his brows. “What has you in such a mood? I barely even got a scratch on me and the hunters were put in their place. Everyone wins. Except the hunters, who are dead now.”

“Barely got a scratch?” Stiles hops to his feet, rage flooding him so fast that Peter actually leans back when Stiles leans towards him. “Barely a scratch? You were, quite literally, a hairbreadth away from death, Peter. If Isaac hadn’t grabbed you when he did you wouldn’t be here now.”

“But I am. Here and unharmed.” Peter reaches out for him and Stiles bats his hands away. “It was a risk, Stiles. We all take them every time we go into a fight.”

“Not all of us take unnecessary risks, Peter. You’re the one who taught me that unnecessary risks are just that: unnecessary.” Peter crosses his arms across his chest and takes a step back from Stiles.

“Be that as it may I still don’t see what has you so upset about this whole thing. So I took an unnecessary risk. What is the big deal?”

“The big deal? The big deal is that I could have lost you today! Do you know what that would have done to me? What losing you would do to me?”

Peter stares at him for a moment, words sinking in, before he scoffs and looks off towards the windows.

“You’d survive just fine without me. I’m sure you wouldn’t even miss me for that long. There are plenty of others out there who would fall over themselves to be with you,” Peter says quietly.

“I don’t care. I don’t want any of them. I want you, Peter. I don’t care how many people out there would be willing to be with me. I didn’t choose any of them. I chose you.”

Peter’s lip curls as he lets out a growl. “Oh, please. I’m not a choice. You know it. I know it. Hell even the hunters who come to try and kill us all know that I am, at best, a convenient fuck for you.”

Stiles’ mouth is already open to snap back when the mention of hunters makes him snap it shut. The hunters had been talking amongst themselves just before Peter had leapt into the middle of them and the whole plan had gone out the window. Is that what they had been talking about? Is that what they had said?

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

“Peter.” He waits until Peter drags his gaze from the windows and looks at him. “You’ve been my choice since before I even knew you were an option.”

“What?”

Well. This was either going to end in some really amazing sex and a new stage of their whatever they’ve been doing or it was going to ruin the best thing he’s ever had. But he is the undisputed king of doing stupid shit without thinking it through after all.

“You’ve been my choice since before I even knew you were an option,” he repeats. “The only reason I haven’t given in to my spark’s need to bond with you, to claim you as mine, is because you’ve never seemed to want anything more than a convenient fuck out of me.”

Peter’s eyes widen at ‘bond’ and ‘claim’ even as he winces at having the ‘convenient fuck’ part thrown back at him. He stares at Stiles and Stiles knows Peter is listening to his heartbeat and subtly scenting the air to measure the truth of Stiles’ words. Stiles learned a long time ago how to control his heartbeat and mask his scent but he had promised to never do it while the two of them were alone and fuck Peter is so blind if he can’t see all the ways Stiles bends for him where he’s steel for everyone else.

“You’ve never wanted that,” Peter finally whispers. “You’ve never—” He cuts himself off and shakes his head. “No.”

“I’ve wanted it since the day you gave me a key to your apartment and told me you trusted me with it. You. Peter Hale. Trusting me with the key to your apartment. The key to your safe—”

Well shit.

Peter was blind to how far Stiles was willing to bend for him and Stiles was blind to how much Peter had already bent by him by giving Stiles his trust.

“As much as I loathe to admit it about myself,” Peter says softly as he reaches out for Stiles. “We’re both idiots when it comes to each other, aren’t we?”

Stiles collapses into Peter’s arms with a laugh. “Yeah,” he huffs as he buries his face against Peter’s neck. “But I’m your idiot. And you’re my idiot. So I guess it works out in the end.”

“I guess it does, darling. I guess it does.”

#teen wolf #steter #stiles stilinski #peter hale #wolfy writing #steter fic #prompt #cattatonically

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when-they-write-stuff · 4 years ago

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SterekWeek2020: Day Six (Blue Moon)

“First of all,” Stiles said, pointing his fork at the red-haired banshee across from him. “The chances of Derek ever falling in love with me are like, once in a blue moon. Second of all, it’s just a quick college party to convince my college friends that I’m not single and lonely!”

“But you are single and lonely,” Lydia said, slicing delicately into her chicken as she ignored the fork in her face. “And there’s no way Derek is going to say yes.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Oh, I’m fairly sure,” Lydia said, finally glancing up. “And I’m sorry I can’t go, Stiles. I have a meeting with a professor who decided my paper wasn’t worth an A, and he’s going to regret that decision immensely.”

“On a Friday night?” Stiles frowned. “What, are you using dinner as a cover for an interrogation or something?”

“That’s precisely what it is.”

Stiles blinked, then rolled his eyes. “You can be terrifying sometimes.”

“That is the point.”

“Come on, Lyds,” Stiles said, jabbing his fork into his food, metal screeching against the plate. That earned a few glances from the other people in the relatively-cheap restaurant Stiles had picked out for his and Lydia’s reunion, but he didn’t really care. He was desperate here. “If Derek says no, then I have to go alone. And then my roommate will try to set me up with his douchey best friend and that guy gives me the creeps.”

“Then just say no.”

“And risk pissing my roommate off? Do you realize how dangerous that is?”

Lydia sighed, setting down her utensils and reaching across the table, catching Stiles’s hand and giving a small squeeze. He hated how reassuring that was. “Why don’t you actually ask Derek before you freak out? It’s been a while since he’s visited anyway.”

“I’m not even that far away,” Stiles grumbled. He’d like to say he wasn’t hurt that Derek never came by Stanford to check-in, but that would be a total lie.

Even the betas visited more often, though it was usually just to complain about their lives or steal his clothes. But still, they came. Scott came. Stiles’s dad and Lydia came.

But Derek had only been by like, twice in the last semester. Sometimes, Stiles wondered if he was the man’s least favorite pack member.

Okay, he didn’t have to wonder.

Sighing, he poked at his food again, appetite long since gone. He’d ask Scott to go with him if the boy wasn’t basically his brother and a terrible actor. And Stiles had already decided he’d never ask the betas, because he didn’t need that kind of blackmail.

But Stiles had gone throughout his entire first year of college staying far away from everyone else. At first, it had been a supernatural thing. He had trust issues, okay? But then it was just the hassle of getting out there and yeah, Stiles ended up having one or two hookups along the way, but that’s all they were. Hookups.

And now the friends he had made were starting to get pushy. So, Lydia had been Stiles’s first choice, and Derek was his saving grace.

Dammit if that wasn’t a sentence he’d never thought he’d have to say out loud.

On a scale from one to ten about scared for his well being, asking Derek Hale to fake date him for a night was right up there at an eleven.

Stiles had long since come to terms with the fact that his hopeless pining was just that. Hopeless pining. He could totally look at Derek without getting butterflies now, but that’s just because he had accepted his fate.

This was crossing a line that Stiles had told himself he would never cross. And damn, if he wasn’t silently panicking.

Derek, on the other hand, just looked bored. “What did you want, Stiles?”

For a long moment, Stiles stayed silent. He’d practiced this in the mirror at least a dozen times, trying to imagine the different ways that Derek could-- would-- say no. And it really wouldn’t be that bad, would it? It wasn’t like Stiles was baring his soul to the werewolf or anything. He was just asking for a small favor.

A small, totally platonic favor.

“Stiles.”

“O- oh,” Stiles said, snapping back to reality. “Right. I need something from you.”

Derek raised an eyebrow and Stiles winced. He was already going off script and this was so not going to end well.

“Not like that,” he said, then winced again. “Actually, it’s exactly like that. See, I might have told a few friends that I was seeing someone to get them off my back about dating. But now I’m expected to have a date for some upcoming party.”

Derek’s face remained completely blank. Stiles hated him a little bit for that.

“Lydia can’t come, though.”

“Okay.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles said, burying his face in his hands. Why Derek? Why did his saving grace have to be Derek? “Yeah, okay. And I need you to come instead, dude.”

The words were said into his hands and for a long moment, the only sound was the rest of the cafe around them. Stiles kept his face hidden until he felt like it was safe, peering through his fingers at the werewolf to see that Derek’s expression hadn’t really changed much.

A long moment passed before Derek grunted. “No.”

“N-no?”

“No,” Derek said, taking a long, finishing drink of his coffee and setting it back on the table. The man started to stand and Stiles panicked, jumping to his feet so fast, the table nearly toppled over.

“Dude, hold up, you can’t just say no and leave!”

“Don’t call me dude,” Derek said, still looking unbothered. He slipped a ten out of his wallet and set it on the table, covering both of their drinks before turning away, heading toward the door.

Stiles was almost too shocked to chase after the man.

“Derek, Derek, wait!”

He caught the man on the sidewalk and Derek sighed, turning around with a tight expression. Like Stiles was being the annoying stubborn one here. “I’m not pretending to be your date, Stiles.”

“It’s just for one night!”

“Why don’t you get an actual one?”

“Because I—” Stiles blinked, then glared. “Because I don’t want one, asshole. I just want to avoid a terrible situation with my roommate’s best friend.”

Derek raised an eyebrow. Stiles did his best not to flush red at that, ducking his head.

“Look, it’s one night. It’s not like you ever to come by Stanford to hang out or anything anyway. No one will even know it’s a lie. Just think of it like a miniature reunion that might involve straight-up lying to my friends one or two times!”

“And these people are really your friends?”

“I mean,” Stiles said, glancing back up. “They’re normal, you know? They’re not pack, of course, but it’s kind of nice sometimes. To be around normal people.”

Derek’s jaw tightened at that and for a moment, Stiles was worried he’d offended the man. But after a long-suffering second of silence, Derek stuffed his hands into his pockets and rolled his eyes. “Fine, one night. But I’m never doing anything like this again.”

Stiles grinned, pumping a fist into the air. “Yes, dude! Thank you!”

Derek just looked completely done with everything. Holding himself back from doing something stupid like hugging the man, Stiles patted him awkwardly on the shoulder.

“I’ll be in touch then, Sourwolf. The party is this weekend, so I’m expecting both the leather jacket and Camaro. I get to arrive in style!”

“You’ll take what you get, Stiles.”

“Right, right,” Stiles said, waving a hand through the air. “See you Friday, dude!”

He didn’t get a response, but he hadn’t really expected one. Turning away before Derek could change his mind, Stiles hurried back down the street. And he could’ve sworn he felt the man’s gaze burning into his back.

Stiles’s heart was still slamming against his chest when he turned the corner. Because he couldn’t believe that had actually gone well. Derek Hale was his fake date in less than three days.

Stiles hated himself a little bit for how excited he was.

His roommate left for the party first, still talking up his friend who was ‘excited to see how things went tonight’ to which Stiles put on his best smile and just nodded.

There were a few things about Derek literally being the scariest person Stiles had ever met that might work to his favor. Well, maybe not the scariest person, but Derek could most certainly look terrifying when he wanted to. And Stiles was going to use that to his advantage tonight.

He’d texted Derek a few times over the week, but the man had never texted him back except for one reply that was a simple ‘OK’ to all the messages that Stiles had sent earlier.

And that totally wasn’t infuriating.

Look, Stiles knew this wasn’t an actual date. And he wasn’t going to fool himself into thinking this could ever go somewhere; his life wasn’t a movie. Yeah, Stiles had been crushing on Derek since he was a sixteen-year-old hyperactive teenager, but he also knew Derek would never feel the same.

Because Derek Hale was… well, Derek Hale. And Stiles was Stiles.

A lot of things had changed over the years and a lot of things hadn’t. And the things between them would never be anything different.

Stiles still hesitated a moment too long in his dorm room when Derek texted ‘here’. He totally didn’t almost have a panic attack, but things would have been so much easier if it was Lydia coming with him tonight instead of Derek.

Dammit.

Derek was leaning against the passenger side of the Camaro when Stiles got outside, hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket. And Stiles hated himself for the way his heart skipped a beat at the sight of the man— because could he never wear jeans that actually fit? And Derek Hale in a v-neck should be a literal crime.

The man did not have any rights to be such a sexy… sex god. Fuck.

Stiles tried to calm himself down as he approached the Camaro. He was aware enough of the other people in the parking lot eyeing where Derek stood, cursing at the pang of jealousy he felt at that. Because he was totally over Derek Hale, remember?

Butterflies weren’t a thing when he looked at the werewolf anymore.

“Okay, dude,” Stiles said, pausing in front of the car. “So you came through. Leather jacket, Camaro, and everything. Should I be pleased or worried?”

“You should be thankful,” Derek said, opening the door. Stiles raised an eyebrow and the man rolled his eyes, leaving it open as he moved back around the car to the driver’s side. “I’m the fake date, right? Might as well have some manners.”

“Okay, who are you and what have you done to Derek Hale?”

“Shut up,” Derek said, eyes turning a little red. Stiles swallowed hard and ducked down into the passenger’s seat.

Fucking Derek Hale.

Stiles had made a plan, though. He wasn’t staying at this party any longer than necessary and he was totally using Derek to scare off anyone that dared try to make a move. Because Stiles was doing this for a reason, okay? He missed his privacy. He also— almost— missed the days when he suspected everyone of being some kind of supernatural threat, sicing the betas on anyone he found suspicious.

He always came up empty-handed.

Maybe you just miss Beacon Hills, Scott had told him at one point. And Stiles had proceeded to laugh his ass off for the rest of the day.

Because missing Beacon Hills? Him? There was a threat nearly every other week back home, and Stiles totally didn’t miss running for his life through the preserve more often than not. No, he didn’t miss any of that at all.

Because there was his dad, yeah. But the Sheriff still came to visit when he could— and so did the pack. So honestly, Stiles absolutely had nothing to miss.

Nothing at all.

“Stiles?”

Stiles blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. He didn’t even realize they’d arrived until the faint sound of music reached his ears and then he silently cursed himself for zoning, meeting Derek's curious gaze.

“Right,” Stiles said, forcing a grin. “We’ll be in and out, I promise.”

“You don’t want to spend time with your friends?”

“Uh, do you?”

He could’ve sworn the man turned a little red at that. But it was probably just his imagination. Derek mumbled something intelligible and climbed out of the car, and Stiles hesitated for only a moment longer before following.

He’d been to enough college parties so far that he wasn’t terribly overwhelmed right away. Granted, this was the first one before the next semester, so there were a lot more people than he was used to, but Stiles didn’t have anything against crowds. Or, anything too much. It wasn’t like he stuck next to Derek’s side as his social anxiety slowly kicked in or whatever.

Except then, as if the man could read his mind, one arm wrapped around Stiles’s waist. Startling, Stiles shot Derek a confused look and the man only smirked a little before turning his gaze back to the rest of the party.

Stiles hated his treacherous heart skipping yet another beat.

“Okay,” Derek said. “Introduce me.”

Once more, Stiles gave him an open-mouthed look. Derek raised an expectant eyebrow, nodding to the rest of the room, and Stiles took a moment to regain his bearings. Then, shaking his head, he started toward the nearest familiar face.

The girl’s eyes snapped when they were less than a few feet away. Or, well, her eyes snapped to Derek, widening for a moment before fixing on Stiles. “Stiles, hey!”

Stiles grinned, fully aware of Derek’s arm still around his waist. He was tempted to glance over and gauge the man’s expression but forced his eyes to stay forward, trying to remain as relaxed as possible.

“Meg, this is Derek. Derek, this is Meg.”

This time, he did glance over. And the smile on Derek’s face was terrifyingly normal. “It’s nice to meet you, Meg.”

Meg’s smile was wide as she stayed focused on Derek’s face for a moment too long. But Stiles supposed he really couldn’t blame her as he continued to stare too, wondering when the hell Derek Hale had such a disarming smile?

Searching his brain, Stiles tried to remember the last time he’d seen Derek smile. And it left him feeling a little empty when he realized he couldn’t.

“Stiles?”

Blinking a few times, Stiles came snapping back to reality. The smile on Derek’s face had faded a little and he looked more intrigued than anything else now.

Stiles was pretty sure he blushed as he forced himself to look away. “Sorry,” he said, looking back at Meg. “Derek is a… friend of mine.”

The girl raised an eyebrow. “Just a friend?”

“Uh—”

“New boyfriend,” Derek said, before Stiles could mess everything up. Though he might still have, jolting a little bit and giving Derek a bewildered stare.

The man returned his look with an easy smirk. Shaking his head, Stiles tore his gaze away. “Yeah,” he said, words sticking a little. “Boyfriend.”

He didn’t even know how to begin approaching any of this. But Meg just nodded, still smiling, and Stiles stayed stuck in his head for a moment longer before they were moving along again, toward yet another voice calling his name.

Derek smiled the entire time. Through every friend, every stranger. The man made polite small talk and only removed his arm from around Stiles’s waist to shake a hand or readjust, always pulling Stiles right back in seconds later.

There were a few times Stiles looked down into his drink and wondered faintly if it was spiked— and all of this was just some kind of massive hallucination.

He didn’t know how to deal with what was happening.

See, when he’d imagined tonight, staying up for hours panicking, he’d imagined it being awkward as hell. Sometimes, he worried Derek might rip his throat out if he said the wrong thing. In front of everyone would be how Stiles Stilinski went.

But it was all so normal. All so painfully normal that Stiles didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Yo, Stiles!”

He startled so hard, Derek glanced over in concern. But Stiles didn’t have a chance to say anything before his roommate was moving across the room, cup in hand with another guy at his side— one with an athletic build and the type of expression that reminded Stiles a little too much of Jackson.

He shuddered at that thought. “Hey, Vincent.”

“This is Brad,” Vincent said, nudging his friend in the ribs. Brad grinned and raised his cup, eyes raking up and down where Stiles stood. His skin crawled a little bit at that and, arm still circled around his waist, he was surprised to feel Derek’s grip tighten.

“Uh, yeah, right. Nice to meet you, Brad.”

“And this is?” Brad said, jerking his head toward Derek. When Stiles glanced over, Derek’s eyes were hard and his lips were pressed tightly together. And there was that type of murderous expression that Stiles had dragged the werewolf here for in the first place.

“This is Derek,” Stiles said, when it was clear Derek wasn’t going to say anything. Which was another first for the night.

Vincent looked a bit uncomfortable, offering a small nod. Brad almost looked nervous too, but he kept his chin up, that cocky smile slowly making its way back onto his face as the seconds ticked past.

“So, Stiles,” he said, turning his shoulder toward Derek. That’s when Stiles heard the first sound of a growl. “What are you doing after this?”

“Uh,” Stiles hesitated for a second. “I think we might just head back to the dorm.”

“We?”

“Derek and I.”

Brad’s smile tightened a fraction. He glanced back at Derek for only a second before scoffing. “Seriously?”

Stiles blinked. But before he could say a word, Vincent stepped in.

“There’s another party going on just down the street that we were going to check out,” he said, glancing sideways at his friend. Brad shrugged. “Then we’re gonna hit the bar on 18th street. You should come.”

Derek’s grip was tight enough that it was starting to hurt now. Stiles shifted, nudging the man in the side with his elbow. He could still swear he could hear the slightest growl coming from Derek’s throat— which wouldn’t prove to be good for anyone.

“I don’t know,” Stiles said. Because that wasn’t the plan. He hadn’t planned on going anywhere after the party except back to his dorm. “I think we might call it a night soon.”

“Lame,” Brad muttered, low enough that Stiles barely caught it. But Derek definitely growled this time and Brad looked at him in surprise. Then the boy’s eyes narrowed. “Dude, what the hell is wrong with your eyes?”

Stiles’s heart stopped and he whipped sideways, meeting Derek’s gaze. And yep, that was a hint of red in Derek’s usually grey-green eyes. Vincent started to follow his friend’s gaze too but before he could, Stiles stepped between them, taking both of Derek’s hands.

“Dude,” he hissed, alarm rising in his throat. “What are you doing?”

Derek just clenched his jaw, lowering his eyes to the floor. Glancing over his shoulder, Stiles chuckled nervously and situated himself so he was still standing as Derek’s only barrier.

“We’re just gonna go now. Bad, uh, dinner earlier.”

“What?”

“See you later, Vinc.”

Before either Stiles’s roommate or his douche of a best friend could say anything, Stiles steered Derek away. The party had worn down some and he was able to make it to the front door without incident, ducking past a few people crowded around it and pulling Derek out into the night.

The moment they were across the lawn and close enough to the Camaro, Stiles spun right back around.

“Derek, what the hell was that about?”

Derek pulled his hands away, folding his arms over his chest and shooting a venomous glance toward the frat house. “I did what you asked of me, didn’t I? Brad won’t be asking you out anywhere if he knows what’s good for him.”

“Dude,” Stiles said, staring. “You nearly went Alpha on his ass.”

“Would that have been a bad thing?”

“Would that have been a— yes, Sourwolf, that would have been a very bad thing!”

Derek just grunted, not looking convinced. And the entire one-eighty was so sudden, Stiles’s head was spinning. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair.

“Okay, well that party is over.”

“You didn’t seem to be having much fun anyway,” Derek said. Stiles blinked at him.

“What?”

“You were anxious and bored the entire time,” Derek said. “A combination which I didn’t know was possible until tonight.”

“I was— I was not.”

Derek gave him a flat look. Stiles frowned.

“Whatever. I just wanted to get it over with.”

“Which is why you brought me along,” Derek said. For a moment, the entire ‘Alpha’ bravado actually seemed to drop and he looked a little bothered. “To scare off your supposed friends and make sure they never invited you anywhere ever again, right?”

“Woah, woah, wait. My supposed friends?”

Derek raised an eyebrow. Stiles’s frown turned to a glare as anger crashed over him.

“That’s nowhere near true.”

“You said it yourself,” Derek said hotly. “They’re not pack. They’re normal. But that’s not what you want, is it, Stiles?”

“Why the hell isn’t that something I would want?”

“Because you’re not normal!”

Stiles drew back, a pang shooting through him at the sight of Derek’s red eyes and furious expression. For a moment, he just looked at Derek, Derek looked back, and then the man growled, turning his face away until his eyes were back to normal again.

“I did what you asked, Stiles. Should I drive you back to your dorm now?”

Stiles stood there for another second, throat tight. Then, without a word, he turned toward the Camaro. Because he really didn’t trust himself with words at the moment.

Derek took a little while longer to follow. There was no opening of the passenger side door when he stalked over, unlocking the car and climbing into the driver’s seat before slamming it closed.

There was no talking either, when the man slid the keys into the ignition. Stiles clicked his seatbelt in and glared out the window, listening to the faint sound of music where the frat house seemed to glow neon blue from the lights inside.

And damn, if he hadn’t imagined this night going a lot of different ways.

But somehow, it had still gone off the rails.

When they pulled up in front of his dorm, the parking lot was empty and the one street light barely cast enough light for Stiles to see ten feet in front of him.

He climbed silently out of the Camaro, surprised to see Derek do the same. The man looked at him over the top of the car and Stiles swallowed hard, holding his gaze for a moment before turning away.

“Stiles.”

He froze, cursing himself silently. Stiles could hear the man’s footsteps on the asphalt as Derek moved around the car, finally lifting his eyes to meet grey-green again.

“Look, Derek, I know tonight went worse than expected, but—”

“Did you like what happened back there?”

Stiles blinked, clamping his mouth shut again. Derek’s face turned a little red and he dropped his gaze.

“I mean, do you like how normal things here usually are?”

Oh.

Stiles stayed quiet, thinking Derek’s words over for a moment. In truth, something about it had been unsettling. Not the party, not the crowd. Derek, maybe. Stiles thought he’d love to see the man smile more and engage in conversation that easily somewhere else. Anywhere else.

But only if it were real. It had to be real.

“Is all of this what you want?” Derek asked, voice barely a whisper. Stiles sighed.

“No,” he said. Derek glanced up, looking startled, and he shrugged. “Or… not like that.”

The man raised an eyebrow. Stiles swallowed hard.

“It’s nice sometimes, you know? I know who these people are, Derek. They’re not supernatural. They’re not going to rip my throat out one day or get killed by a bunch of psycho hunters who think they’d be better as trophies than people.”

Derek winced. Stiles scoffed.

“No,” he said. “They’re not pack. But I’ve spent enough of my life lying about everything that all of this doesn’t seem like much of an issue anymore.”

“So am I a part of the lie now too, then?”

Stiles met the man’s gaze carefully. He wasn’t sure if it was the dim light of the street lamp or the fact that he’d drunk a little too much at the party, but Derek looked downright vulnerable. And this time, it actually seemed real. “I don’t want you to be.”

There was a flicker of red in the werewolf’s eyes. Stiles shook his head.

“I mean, we can totally pretend this whole fake dating thing never happened and go back to our previous arrangement or whatever, but—”

He didn’t get the chance to finish that sentence.

Because suddenly, Derek was kissing him.

Stiles’s brain logged offline for a moment. There was the strangest noise and then he realized it had come from him, Derek’s hand cupping the back of his neck as the man kissed him hard and deep, something about the cool night air and the fact that Stiles was not dreaming making the entire world pause around him for a long moment.

Up close, Derek smelled like leather and pine. There was no alcohol on his breath, though Stiles was pretty sure the taste of college beer had to be on his. Which was a strange thought, he figured, closing his eyes as Derek carded a hand through his hair and then finally, finally, he surged forward to kiss the man back.

Maybe a little more hard and hungry. Maybe a little more wanting and hoping that this was real. That this wasn’t part of another lie.

This couldn’t be part of another lie.

Derek growled at the back of his throat, the sound sending shivers down Stiles’s spine. And it was all wolf and one-hundred percent possessive. Nothing normal, nothing ordinary about it.

And dammit, if Stiles had been dreaming about this since he was an idiot teenager ogling werewolf abs when he thought no one was looking.

What had he told Lydia? The chance of Derek ever falling for him was once in a blue moon. Stiles was pretty sure the moon was not blue-- so did this count as falling? He blinked when Derek broke the kiss, drawing away, and there were sparks of red in the man’s eyes that faded ever so slowly.

For a moment, neither of them said anything. Derek watched him almost nervously, chest rising and falling a little faster than usual.

Stiles blinked again. Once, twice. He was pretty sure this wasn’t a dream.

“Stiles?”

“That was real,” Stiles said, finally taking a breath. The man’s eyebrows drew together and he actually looked a little amused.

“It was.”

“Derek Hale just kissed me, even though the moon was not blue.”

Grey-green eyes flicked upward and then Derek gave him a strange look. But Stiles was still trying to process, touching his lips experimentally and then squinting at the werewolf, reaching out to touch the man’s cheek.

And yeah, that was Derek Hale’s beard. Stiles breathed out a quiet ‘fuck’ and Derek rolled his eyes.

“Are you done?”

“One more time,” Stiles said, moving forward. Before Derek could react, he was kissing the man again, one hundred percent online this time as Derek stiffened in surprise, then growled, kissing him hard back. Stiles couldn’t tell which was more hungry this time.

It wasn’t normal. Nothing about this was normal.

But Stiles figured if anything was going to be out of the ordinary, it would be who he was not single and lonely with. There was something about Derek Hale happening once in a blue moon and dammit, if Stiles wasn’t going to latch on and never let go.

Once in a blue moon, he thought. But this moon wasn’t blue.

And maybe that made it so much better.

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statticscribbles · 4 years ago

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Secrets

Summary: Stiles/Male!Reader Request: Stiles/Male!Reader,No plot specified

You’d been partnered with the actual sheriff’s son when you first moved in and when you had your first english assignment. It was to research a mythological figure and rewrite the mythology that surrounded them. When Jackson had asked if monsters and cryptid’s counted; the teachers sighing wearily and then nodding you’d been the first to claim werewolf as your prompt; Stiles giving you a panicked look for some reason.

“You didn’t have something in mind did you?” You ask worriedly and he shakes his head looking to the side. “You did.” Your face falls and he frowns. “No dude; I just;” His face goes slack when you meet his eyes and you can’t really feel anything besides the fact his hands are on your shoulders; one gripping tightly, you wonder if your face is as pink as his. “What’re you doing here.” He hisses and you turn to follow his gaze to see who you later learn is Derek Hale walking up.

“Scott said you were freaking out over some English project cause the hot guy you’re partnered with wants to do werewolves.” “Hi; Y/N; the hot guy.” You grin at Stiles when you shake Dereks hand and he laughs. “I like Derek; he your older brother or something?” “He’s basically my cousin.” He and Stiles grin and you smile at them straining slightly when the bell rings to signal the start of class after lunch.

You were surprised it took two more assignments; one from history and another English one to get Stiles to ask you out. He still seemed jumpy whenever the topic of werewolves and even most horror movie monster’s came up but you put it down to him being terrified after you spent two days marathoning a to watch list Derek had sent over of psychological horror movies.

“Where the lion’s skin does not suffice put on that of a fox.” You grin up at Stiles from where you’re laying on his bed. “Is that meant to be some sort of sly comment about how I haven’t told my dad we’re dating?” Stiles looks unimpressed. “No; that’s your choice whether you tell him or not; you just gotta let me know so I don’t have to worry about him seeing us kiss and freak out. Among other things.” You grin when he crawls on top of you.

“You remind me more of a lion than anything else.” You hum when he kisses you. “Really; is it my muscles? My vanity then?” “No you care so much for all your friends; they’re your family. Your pride as it were.” You grin and Stiles laughs; you catch how it sounds slightly hollow. “What?” “Nothing; I just fit a fox better.” “You’re not a trickster; or lying; or very crafty. No offence.” You grin. He shrugs and you pull him down for a kiss. “You’re not lying to your dad Stiles; it’s okay; I don’t mind him not knowing right now; you deserve to tell him when you’re ready.”

“I’m lying to you.” “You are?” You look confused as he sits up and moves away from you; you scoot closer bumping your knees together. “Can you tell me? Do you want to?” “I want to; but Scott and Derek said I can’t tell you.” You frown. “Is it dangerous for me to know?” “Yes.” He sighs and wraps his arm around your shoulders. “I don’t want you hurt Y/N. You’re the most important guy in my life; I can’t risk my boyfriends life if you knew.” “Jesus; you guys in the mafia or something? Drug runners maybe?” You joke slightly and Stiles smirks shaking his head. “Not that kind of danger.” “Oh; like werewolves and vampires then? Oh my god are you guys Ghost hunters?” You grin as Stiles stares. “Holy shit; you are aren’t you.” You gape in awe laughing when Stiles swats your shoulders shoving you back on the bed. “Seriously Y/N even if you guess I can’t tell you.” “I know; Scott told me about the werewolves already.”

“He did what?” “Yeah; Derek was super against it but as Scott put it to him when he thought I couldn’t hear ‘Stiles really goes all out for Y/N we can’t keep him in the dark and drive him away; Stiles would lose his shit; I don’t really want my best friend mad at me for cock blocking him.’and then-” “We haven’t even had sex yet!” Stiles shouts and stares at his door. You nod with him. “That’s what I said and then they had to tell me! Derek looked so pissed; I mean I think he did; he doesn’t show much emotion.” “Stiles!” You both turn towards the door as his dad shouts for him.

“I think he heard.” “Well at least we’re getting all the secrets out today apparently. Anything you need to tell me?” Stiles grins as he stands. You laugh grinning back. “I’m a vampire.” You wink as he pulls you up standing in place for a moment holding onto you before he opens the door and you follow him out into the living room.

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parkkrys · 4 years ago

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Sterek prompt: Derek gets hurt... something that takes a while to heal because of reasons... Stiles has to take care of him for a change and Derek is going insane. To the point that (if you want to make it whumpy) Derek pushes himself too hard and reinjures himself.

Hopefully this is alright heh 😅

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Stiles wasn’t sure what to do. Derek was the pure definition of the nickname “Sourwolf’ that he had come up with and he still hasn’t managed to figure out how to talk to the grumpy werewolf. Why the heck he was put on babysitting duty with the man who hated him he shall never know. Sure, there may be something there but Derek had made his opinion on that matter very clear.

Scott had some serious begging to do when this was over for his forgiveness.

“Dude! I get that you have super healing but you still need to sit back and give it time!” Stiles yelped as he shoved Derek back onto the table where he was currently laying upon, “Why aren’t you healing anyway?”

Derek growled at him and Stiles took his hand back before the wolf decided that it was his snack, he needed that hand thank you very much, “I’m fine, it was from another alpha so it takes longer to heal.”

“All the more reason why you should be laying down until at least most of that,” Stiles gestured towards the claw marks that started at his chest and made their way down his stomach, “to heal so no intestines fall out.”

He still had no idea how the hell he was alive while Derek just growled but he rolled his eyes anyway. Derek wasn’t that scary after he got to know him a bit, he was all bark but no bite when it came to stiles; or well not until it involved walls. He used to feel fear as his mind would shut down from the panic, his mouth moving as words tumbled from his lips and he couldn’t tell anyone what exactly he said but now something was different, it wasn’t fear he felt everytime Derek shoved him into a wall. Rather, it was something else and he was still slightly terrified to name that yet.

“What are alpha’s even doing here? I thought they knew better to stay away after we defeated that alpha pack?”

“That does not mean they won’t still attack us.”

Stiles just nodded as Derek groaned and he frowned, “Anything I can do for the pain?”

“Are you a doctor?”

“Well, no-”

“Then no, there isn’t,” Derek hissed.

“Well, there is no need to be so grumpy about it,” Stiles huffed as he glanced at the door before he shoved Derek back onto the table, again, “Stop trying to leave!”

“Stiles, there is another pack going after ours.”

“And Scott, who is the alpha by the way Derek, told me to make sure you stay here until you are healed up.”

“I’m fine,” Derek grunted and Stiles had the urge to scream. Why must this man make everything so damn difficult?

“Derek-”

“I’m going,” Derek growled out and Stiles tried to make some form of noise leave him as Derek more or less got up and was walking out the door. He finally managed to huff as he quickly followed him, words falling from his lips as he listed everything that could go wrong if Derek were to leave but he didn’t seem to care.

“I don’t want you to get hurt!”

Derek froze and Stiles wanted the earth to swallow him up right then and there as he flushed in embarrassment.

“Stiles, I will be fine,” Derek finally managed to say after a few moments passed in silence after he turned to stare at him and Stiles still felt useless as Derek left the clinic. This is why he should not be left in charge of Derek Stiles decided before he ran after him.

He shouldn’t have been surprised to see Derek leaning against his jeep, breathing deeply and Stiles had the urge to say something but the glare that Derek gave him, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to test that theory out about Derek ripping his throat out…..with his teeth. No thank you, he would like to live for another day.

“I’m not driving you anywhere.”

“Stiles-”

“Nope, that’s my final decision. If you want to go ahead and get yourself killed I am not going to take you to where the danger is.”

His only response to that was a glare before Derek screwed his eyes shut. Stiles wondered if Derek was imagining killing him there on the spot as he breathed deeply in a way to calm himself. He just hoped it was enough to get him to not go.

“Fine,” Derek growled as he turned towards him, “I will stay.”

Really that should be it, but with their luck it was not as a couple of the betas from the werewolf pack that were terrorizing them all came running out and Stiles could only grab Derek and drg him inside as quickly as he could. What the hell happened to Scott keeping them all busy!?

He was surprised that Derek even let him man handle him like that considering but he wasn’t going to question it, not even after he got behind the counter, more or less shoving Derek into the clinic room so the betas couldn’t follow them.

“Now will you stay?” Stiles shrieked and Derek just groaned as the wound on his chest only tore more instead of getting better with all the movement. If Derek wasn’t a werewolf he would have murdered him.

“Stiles-”

“Shut up,” He snapped as he grabbed the bandages, “You’re bleeding again, dammit sourwolf I told you not to go! Why can’t you ever listen to me? Is it because I’m human?”

“What?”

“That’s it isn’t it? Well, you know what Derek, I don’t care if I am human you will show me some kind of respect dammit! Especially after risking my life for you for the past few months.”

“Stiles shut up,” Derek growled and even then Stiles wanted to keep going just to piss him off. “I know you have risked your life for me Stiles, that’s all I think about.”

“Then why won’t you listen to me?”

“Because that’s my pack out there Stiles. I may not be the alpha but they are still my pack since Scott accepted me, I want to help my pack.”

“You can help them by staying here and actually healing instead of getting yourself more hurt.”

Derek must have realized that what he was saying made sense in that thick skull of his as he slumped fully into the chair Stiles had shoved him into. He had a weird urge to thank him but he wasn’t going to.

“Did you mean it?”

Stiles only sighed as he looked at Derek, “Mean what?”

“That you didn’t want me hurt?”

Stiles only looked at his hands, he didn’t want to see what expression was on Derek’s face even as he blushed and simply nodded. He was probably going to squeak or something if he tried to say anything at that moment.

“Okay, then I will listen to you more often,” Derek simply said and Stiles blinked as he finally managed the courage to look up to see the determination on his face.

“What? You will?”

Derek only nodded before they both fell into silence. He wasn’t sure but he felt like something shifted into its place between them, as if this moment needed to happen for some reason, that it was important. Whatever it was Stiles just hoped it would make somewhat easier in the future.

#teen wolf #sterek #parkkrys writes #derek hale #stiles stilinski

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sparkwhorunswithwolves · 4 years ago

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Talking about having no shame, editing out the scenes that contradict your delusional Fanon bullshit AND giving weight to characters’ words and actions in accordance not with the plot, but with your own biased agenda https://princeescaluswords.tumblr.com/post/625072293073321984/one-of-fandoms-oldest-lies-has-to-be-stiles#notes “As early as Pack Mentality (1x03), Scott is beginning to listen to Derek and seek his advice, while Stiles tries his best to stop Scott from doing so” Stiles trusted Derek before Scott. It’s literally canon *shrugs* In fact, Stiles trusted Derek until Scott McWhinyCall told him not to. Meanwhile, Scott lied to Stiles and fabricated evidence to frame Derek for Laura’s murder just because “There’s no way I’m not playing!” “Stiles outright fights with Scott to stop him from working with, let alone trusting, Derek” That’s literally never happens in the actual show. When Scott threw Derek under the bus and framed him for murder just because he wanted to be few to play lacrosse and stalk Allison, Stiles was mad and offended on Derek’s behalf. “Stiles pleads with Scott (while concealing information that could lead to Derek’s death) to let Derek die in Formality” Except that Stiles didn’t conceal any information that could lead to Derek’s death in canon (unlike Scott.) He simply said that he THOUGHT Derek took Scott’s phone while they were fighting. Which is a brilliant and correct assumption/intuition, but an assumption and intuition nonetheless. (I do find it telling that Stiles believes Derek to be just as cunning as he would be though.) What @/princeescaluswords conveniently edited out was the part in which Scott replies to Stiles and explicitly says that the only reason he won’t let Derek die by the hands of the Argents is because he needs Derek’s help to protect Allison: SCOTT: Call it again! STILES: It's not here. Okay, so you lost your phone. Why don't you just get a new one? SCOTT: I can't afford a new one! And I can't do this alone! We have to find Derek! STILES: Well, "A", you're not alone. You have me. And "B", didn't you say Derek walked into gunfire? He sounds pretty dead. SCOTT: Argent's plan was to use him to get to the Alpha. They're not gonna kill him. STILES: All right, so then just let them do what they're planning, you know? They use Derek to get Peter. Problem solved. SCOTT: Not if Peter's going after Allison to find Derek! I can't protect her on my own! Which means we either find Derek first - just - just help me! “How many times have they said ‘Scott hated Derek’ or ‘Scott was obsessed with Allison.’ We absolutely know that neither is true” Scott hated Derek and was creepily and unhealthily obsessed with Allison in canon. In fact, Scott hated Derek so much that he told him the hunters had a valid reason to slaughter his pack and family (including humans and children), and he’s so obsessed with Allison that his worst fear was Allison having sex with his rival, Jackson. Or did you miss Scott hallucinating Allison and Jackson having sex TWICE as well, Pew? “If Scott’s sole motivation was his obsession with Allison, why didn’t he sit out the Hale/Argent war like Allison asked him to or sold Derek out to Gerard?” Scott DID sell Derek and his pack out to Gerard though. That’s literally the entire plot of Teen Wolf Season 2. “as season after season passed, Stiles’ focus was on Scott or Malia or Lydia and not Derek” Lmfao wishful thinking much, Pew? Scott was never Stiles’ focus nor Stiles’ main priority. Which is also the source of Scott Stans’ butthurt (oops)

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Short version: both relationships started with little to no trust, Scott was mostly "forced" to trust Derek as the only source of information, and considering that Lydia had even less agency than Scott, the fact that Derek's more pissed at her than Scott in 3a is fucking bullshit.

Scott trusts Derek. When he has no other option. As soon as he has other options, he immediately questions everything Derek does, the betas, Lydia. (which I'm not saying is wrong it's just fact.) Hell, I'm pretty sure, however "forced to do it" it was, Scott deliberately keeping very important information from Derek that got him violated is maybe not the relationship you want to argue about trust with.

That entire relationship is built on mistrust, threats and spite. But sure, *spongebob meme* Scott trusted him first.

Meanwhile, Derek chose Stiles house, you know, where the sheriff lives? to hide in. Meanwhile Stiles had no reason to believe that Scott was coming for them and still chose to go back for Derek and risk drowning both of them. (also: "I'm totally down to get my ass kicked by an alpha pack" vs the alley thing, Boyd's death, the anchor scene.)

Scott and Derek's entire relationship is built on werewolf drama and being forced to work together because of a mutual enemy/it's the right thing to do, but, correct me if I'm wrong, they never really went past friendly/allies.

While Stiles and Derek's goes from mutual snark and lifesaving to an actual friendship. Until all my faves got yeeted off the show but—

As for the summer, tangentially related to the Stiles' life outside of Scott ask, because it's none of his business? Scott has made it absolutely clear that Derek isn't his alpha and he doesn't care.

Also, because of perspective. At the end of s2, Scott and Derek's relationship was pretty much done with, until it's swept under the rug in 3a for? Reasons? And it has no impact on Scott who Stiles spends his time with. Donovan had nothing to do with Scott.

But Scott's lies of omission always, always, affect other people. Allison and werewolves, Victoria, Derek and Gerard, Kira's fox in s5.

It's not that neither of them lies, or that both of them weren't responsible for Lydia, Malia, I think there was another one, but when only one of them keeps a secret, Stiles' tends to be to keep him or his safe from perceived threats, while Scott's more often than not are to keep important information from his people.

Allison is— annoying and complicated and just so unnecessarily werewolves made him do it.

The "not a stalker" tattoo was all Scott, his insistence to spend time with Allison/play lacrosse is partially trauma based, but still his decision. Listening in on her conversations is creepy and he has no right to be upset about it. And then it gets complicated and uncomfortable.

Because most of his creepy stalker shit was triggered by werewolves/wolfsbane/magic fuckery, but no matter who was behind it/how much control they had, they always chose Allison.

It always painted Allison very firmly as the victim, and victimized Scott because "it wasn't really him". But with the above, and tw's general consent issues, it becomes hard to tell where exactly that line was, how much of it was put in his head, or how much it just enhanced it/lowered his "this is wrong don't do it".

We just don't know how much of that was first love drama/trauma response, and how far he got influenced by magical fuckery.

#teen wolf #anti scott mccall #anti scallison #I just woke up I hope this is coherent #If anyone has any good faith thoughts about Scallison and where that line is come talk to me #submission

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baddyxangel · 4 years ago

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well...that was an...experience.

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ok babies so i finally finished ALL of teen wolf and umm...wow . im gonna go ahead and share my thoughts, i think im gonna split this into 2 posts 1 where i talk about the characters individually and 1 where i just speak in general

6B never happened, I've never heard of it, never seen it, never touched it, never smelled it and i dont think i wanna see anything anymore.

starting with our MC we have scott, the indecisive, pure, irritating, "true alpha". now my problems with scott are honestly just preferrence but still somewhat justified . if you're familiar with comics you know that we always have our hero who believes and tries his best to save EVERYBODY including his enemies, and he is the "if i kill them i'll be just as bad as them" type. now the issue i have with this trope is that its just annoying and naive , I've always been more of a wonder woman type myself personally i dont see this issue with killing 1 person who has killed hundreds or dozens. Scott in most cases is very...bland ? very cookie cutter goody two shoes type, naive and a little bit soft, and for how gassed up true alphas are he is EXTREMELY underwhelming and one is his only saving graces for me is me being attracted to him.

he lets some of the most dangerous people in his universe roam freely because there is a "line" he wont cross and while i get those are his morals and his code i just personally couldnt fuck with it if i was in pack. his innocence meshes more well with ignorance. AND FOR FUCKS SAKE LET THIS MAN BE FUCKING SINGLE

also this was added in post: he's best on screen when he has other people with him to actually show he had some kind of personality besides "me help people" is what I've noticed. specifically stiles, derek and isaac tbh. i think one of my fav scott moments is "im the hot girl 🙂" and isaac saying "yes you are 👍🏽"

Stiles now we all know stiles, the best friend, the brains of the operation, the sarcastic and funny one who lightens the mood. Now stiles is one of my favorites (surprise surprise) because he's not infuriating to me i dont think I've ever been frustrated with mr.stilinski. he's essentially scotts polar opposite but not really if you get what i mean ? idk i love him, moving on.

Allison- i like her. got on my nerves after her coocoo ass momma died but y know. i thought her and scott were cute and i would've liked her to stay alive

Lydia- my favorite banshee, smart, but for some reason is always being taken hostage, attacked, injured, and put into extremely horrifying situations and i dont think i like that.

Kira- personally my fav of scotts Gf's, i think she's cute, right amount of awkward, strong, interesting and i would've loved for her kitsune to have been able to kill somebody. jeff davis obviously did her dirty with her storyline that was apparently finished even though...we still didnt get to learn that much about her powers ? whatever im upset.

Liam- dont like him . moving on. also the long hair didnt grow on me and i dont think it will.

Jackson- eat shit and die.

coach- we love you.

monroe- i could write an entire 2 hour movie script on this hoe. bitch killed 1 hellhound and start feeling ha pussy and thinking she hot shit fuck this lil girl was annoying, moving on before i keep typing.

gerard- you got what the fuck yo old ass had coming to you

peter- we love an anti hero with a sense of humor 💕 and idc he would've wrecked everybody shit in season 1

kate- girl...you are a mess of a hoe. lemme stop there before i write a book on her too.

chris- ily

melissa- someone give her an award ASAP

sherrif- you were very on and off for me

derek- baby i missed you so much, leave scott musty ass and come pack this puss-

dread doctors- these fuckers used to put fear in my soul when i was little

deaton- i dont like how he's used as a plot device.

desert wolf- LMFAOOOO

malia- i like her because she's impulsive but sometimes those impulsive tendecies make me wanna stomp her head in the ground.

deucalion- also used a plot device after his season and then died for no reason. im so sorry for what this show did to you

im missing a lot but if you drop your opinions and names in the replies i'll share my opinion on whoever i missed

Thoughts on Theo? theo- hated his manipulative ass but he is so fine so it hurt me to be screaming and cursing at my tv when he was on screen. originally i was extremely irritated and annoyed when they brought him back cause i dont think he needed to be redeemed like at all, even though i appreciate that i can love him without him being a piece of shit it was unneeded i think . id still fuck him tho

scott pissed me off cause... is theo just a great liar or does scott just hate stiles ? why would he believe theo so easily yet not ask for stiles part of the story ? its like he forgets that stiles doesnt have claws and fangs and shit so of course he's gonna do what he does to survive when y'all can't protect him 🙄 i swear their werewolf hearing only works when the plot needs it too (ik they probably need to focus to enhance their hearing but still it's so annoying-) the season is essentially based on misunderstandings tbh. everyone's lying for no reason at all. but i do like how we actually get to see the effect of their mental health but this is also what i mean when i was talking about scotts fluctuating intelligence and how he's only smart when the plot needs him to be, how does he go from being the dimmest bulb in the box to being able to be in AP biology or whatever class it was. it makes no sense at all

”scott pissed me off cause... is theo just a great liar or does scott just hate stiles? why would he believe theo so easily yet not ask for stiles’ part of the story?” Because Scott McCall is a toxic friend and an even shittier werewolf (he couldn’t even detect Theo’s cheap lies and let himself be played like a fiddle throughout Season 5) And because Stiles doesn’t cater to Scott’s delusions of werewolf Jesus-hood and doesn’t stroke Scott’s ego like Theo does. Scott simply chose to believe the worst of his neurodivergent best friend – the boy who risked his own life to save his whiny ass countless times – because it suited his agenda, and because he’s pissed that Stiles didn’t share his own trauma with him like Scott wanted and demanded. SCOTT: We can’t kill the people that we’re trying to save! There’s always a choice! And yet Scott has no problem conspiring with Deucalion (Boyd and Erica’s murderer) behind everyone’s back to assassinate Josh and Tracy AND trying (but failing) to kill Gerard – selling Derek and his Pack out to the hunters, violating Derek, and using Derek as his own personal murder weapon to achieve that – just because “He threatened my mom! I had no choice!” A True Hypocrite indeed

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stereksecretsanta · 5 years ago

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Merry Christmas, @kevaaronday!

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Heard you were tough (but you don't look it)

1 - That Asshole 0 - Derek 1

Usually Derek got a different response after he’d saved someone’s life.

Depending on if the person was in the know or not, he either got some very surprised screaming about monsters, or a sincere thank you and the occasional offer to be thanked in some other way. Which he always declined, because that would be taking advantage.

This guy, this… asshole. He was different.

“I had that,” he was immediately yelling at Derek.

Different, and clearly delusional.

“You were seconds away from death,” Derek wondered if The Asshole was on something. “The Omega’s fangs were inches from tearing your throat out.”

Derek had jumped in immediately, without a thought for his own safety. As an Alpha, he’d heal pretty damn quickly from anything a crazed Omega could do to him. And the guy almost getting his throat torn out was human - at least at first glance.

“As if,” The Asshole was actually laughing at him.

“I get that you probably have a weapon or two in hand,” Derek did not have the patience to be dealing with a hunter who thought himself invincible. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t be killed.”

Though, he couldn’t smell any wolfsbane on this guy. He couldn’t smell much of anything, which was probably a bad sign. If hunters had somehow learned how to block their chemosignals, that would take away a large part of the advantage the wolves had over them.

They needed that advantage.

His pack was probably going to call him paranoid, since they had very little problems with hunters anymore, now that Chris Argent had turned out to be a decent person. But it wasn’t paranoia if it kept all of them alive.

“I don’t need weapons,” That Asshole rolled his eyes at Derek.

That was a new one. He hadn’t ever heard a hunter say that before. They were always so dependant on their guns and their wolfsbane - or even bows. This guy seemingly carried none of those things. Though he was wearing so many layers it was hard to tell.

“Do you have claws hidden underneath that plaid?” Derek had to ask.

Because that was the only way that The Asshole would have made it out alive. There was no way a human got that close to a rabid Omega without any weapons on him and still lived to tell the tale. Not without some kind of interference. Or someone saving their ungrateful ass.

“Nothing up my sleeves,” the guy pushed up said sleeves.

Nothing to see there. There was nothing special about this guy, until Derek turned to look at the Omega (the corpse) lying on the ground, and then looked up to find that The Asshole was nowhere to be found.

Well, fuck. Clearly this was no random human. The smell of petrichor told him that much - funny how that he could smell, when there was nothing about the magic-user himself that Derek could get a scent on. So he was powerful, and could have probably handled himself against that Omega - but was it worth the risk?

And still, a ‘thank you’ wouldn’t have been out of place here. Derek was just saving a life, it was That Asshole who had to make it into a big fight. Just because Derek hadn’t wanted him to die at the hands of a feral Omega.

That was about as kind as he got.

2 - The best Spark ever 1 - Grumpy Wolf 1

So clearly the Beacon Hills Alpha was a self-righteous ass, but it wasn’t like Stiles could just let him die. That would be… less than ideal for his standing in the local community. Also, he wasn’t actually that much of an asshole. Not usually, not to anyone who didn’t deserve it.

He was just in doubt about how much the Alpha deserved it.

Still, there was a difference between actively being an asshole to someone and letting them die because of a troupe of egomaniac hunters. Beacon Hills needed an Alpha, and Stiles was going to get one over on the asshole Alpha - so clearly two reasons to do the right thing. That and Stiles’ hatred of hunters. That made three.

Ugh, guess he had to show off now. He hated doing that (no he didn’t).

“Hello there fellas,” Stiles did enjoy playing the harmless human card when it gave him an advantage. “I’m not sure what’s going on here, but it feels like the start of a bullying PSA.”

That stopped these rednecks in their tracks - and seriously, why were hunters usually rednecks? Was it the racism or the love of guns? Or both? Both.

“You’d best get on your merry way, boy,” the one with the baseball cap started threatening him.

And that meant he really didn’t know what he was up against, which was awesome for Stiles but not so much for these guys. And not so much for the Alpha’s ego, clearly, because he was halfway to growling at Stiles before he even spoke up. Right, because it was perfectly fine for Stiles to be the damsel but this guy is too manly to be put in that position?

Fucking toxic masculinity!

“I’m going to need your pet Alpha for that,” Stiles grinned. “I kinda called dibs.”

That surprised them enough that Stiles could get off the first spell with a quick flick of the wrist - a modification of the mountain ash circle that allowed nothing or no one to enter or exit the circle without Stiles’ permission. And since the asshole Alpha was very much outside that circle…

“You’re welcome,” Stiles cocked his head, waiting for some appreciation from said Alpha.

He got none.

The Alpha was basically growling at him. “You called dibs?”

Maybe that wasn’t the best thing he could have said about an apparently extremely paranoid Alpha. But he’d already said it, and well, he stood by it. Because underneath that anger, and the heavy brow, and the asshole behavior… Well, underneath all of that the Alpha was kind of hot and Stiles would have hate-sexed him in a heartbeat. If, you know, he wasn’t an ungrateful ass. Or if he seemed like the kind of guy who was into hate-sex.

“I’m sorry, are these rednecks more your type?” Stiles had no trouble keeping the circle intact. “I am not sure you’re kink-compatible.”

The joking just riled the Alpha up even more, which was a whole different level of entertaining. And watching the Alpha’s eyebrows twitch when Stiles easily tightened the circle the hunters were still trapped in, well that was just the icing on the cake, really. The guy was really pissed off that Stiles was powerful enough to save himself and others - such a savior complex.

“Well, I’d best be off,” Stiles wasn’t going to let the Asshole Alpha get another word in. “I have some criminals to hand-deliver to the Sheriff. You’re welcome.”

And with that, he left an Alpha werewolf in the dust. Like a BAMF.

3 - Dangerous magic user 1 - Derek 2

There was no way that Derek was going to let a dangerous magic user run through Beacon Hills unchecked. This was his territory, and it was his job to keep people safe, and therefore it was his job to know when dangerous people were around who risked tipping the balance.

And this guy - there was no way that he wasn’t dangerous. Someone that powerful, who could trap groups of hunters with a flick of his wrist and casually drag a protective circle after him… Maybe Derek had trust issues - and he knew he did - but he couldn’t trust the intentions of anyone that powerful. Especially when this person hadn’t even introduced himself to the pack, which was supposed to be tradition.

It almost made him miss Deaton. At least he remembered how things were supposed to work, enigmatic as he might have been before randomly bailing two months ago. He never even explained why he left or where he’d gone. And he’d left no forwarding address.

The wendigos were a bit more of an urgent issue, though.

Derek’d had to look through his mother’s old journals, the one she always locked up in the vault because she didn’t want the kids to get their hands on them. She’d spoken of the creatures, mentioned how dangerous they were and how imperative it was that they be kept far away from humans - especially those who were born with magic in their blood.

Did he mention that wendigos had an immunity to most spells?

Clearly the pain in the ass magic user hadn’t done the research, because he was still out there, in the Preserve in the middle of the night, flinging spells at an advancing wendigo. Derek knew his pack was dealing with the rest of the family, but they’d left the most dangerous one to him - as they should. Derek healed faster than they did.

“Get out of the way,” he threw himself into battle without another thought. “They’re mostly immune to magic. You need to get to safety.”

The magic user didn’t listen, not right away. But Derek couldn’t spend too much energy keeping track on him, not when he had a cannibalistic creature to get rid of. Looking back once already earned him a slash across the ribs, and he was lucky it wasn’t worse.

“What the hell is that thing?”

So clearly the magic user wasn’t leaving.

“Wendigo,” Derek shouted at him. “Now leave. Please. I’ve got this.”

The please just… came out. It was completely unlike their previous interactions, but Derek had said it and now he had to deal with it. Or he could just pretend he’d never said it and deal with a dangerous monster instead. That sounded like the better option.

Sometimes he wished there was another way to deal with a wendigo. But there wasn’t. His mother had tried, several times even, and if Talia Hale couldn’t do it… It had to be impossible.

He took a deep breath, trying to center himself, trying to anchor himself to his pack as he let the wolf into the driver’s seat. Against a creature like this, it is best to shift completely. Like his mother had.

It hurt to have his bones completely rearrange themselves, but he was used to pain. It helped him heal the scratches from the wendigo a bit quicker too.

“Holy shit, did you just?” Mage was still there.

Derek-wolf growled at him. Not safe for Mage with nice scent .

Not until after he shifted back, his body too tired to maintain the shift after he’d managed to defeat the angry wendigo singlehanded, did he realize that the magic user had never left. That he’d stuck around to watch Derek save his stupid life, for some reason.

Though he disappeared as soon as Derek’s pack came to find him.

He didn’t say thank you. Not surprising.

4 - The Amazing Mischief 2 - Sexy Wolf 2

So apparently the Alpha could actually turn into a wolf. Stiles was reluctantly impressed. Reluctantly, because the guy was still an asshole who thought Stiles couldn’t handle himself against one single wendigo - and yeah, okay, maybe he was right about the whole immunity to magic thing, but still.

But the full shift? Impressive. Saying please? Heartbreaking. Protecting Stiles even in full wolf form? Confusing. Stupid. Weird.

Grudging acceptance was not the way he wanted to go with this guy.

And so, when he saw another chance to piss the Alpha off by saving his ass, even though he had a whole pack he could call in for backup instead… Stiles just had to take it.

And yeah, technically he was the protector of the town now, after that vet had just disappeared and his Dad had dragged him back from Poland because they really needed the help. And after the weeks he’s had, with the Omega and the hunters and a family of wendigos - well, Stiles is never dismissing the Hellmouth-like quality of Beacon Hills ever again. So technically it was now his job to protect idiot martyr Alphas - even though his job description just said “consultant”.

Ugh, damn Alpha werewolf and his martyr complex.

“We have got to stop meeting like this, Sourwolf,” Stiles leaps in front of the monster with a smug grin on his face.

Is that actually a fucking kanima? He’s never seen one of those in the flesh before.

“Of course you’re here,” the Alpha is not amused.

“Danger’s calling,” Stiles shrugged as he erected a magical shield. “Did you murder anyone recently? Other than the wendigo? Because he shouldn’t be after you like this, sexy wolf.”

That one just kind of slipped out, but Stiles was certainly not going to walk it back. No, he was totally going to own it - he’d hit on Alpha werewolves before. Sure, those were probably less hot - and less of an asshole. Infuriatingly, that made this guy just Stiles’ type.

Which was something he’d have to contemplate after he saved him from the kanima.

“Please just call me Derek,” the Alpha hid his face.

Because he was actually… blushing? That was awesome. Even the kanima seemed to think it was funny, which was just…

“Is he our new Daddy?”

Where the kanima had just stood, a smug douche-looking guy had taken his place. There was still a slimy quality about him, but it didn’t seem like they were in any kind of real danger, so Stiles figured he could drop the shield.

“You interrupted our sparring session,” Alpha Derek had crossed his arms over his solid chest.

And no, Stiles, that was a terrible road to go down.

Best to focus on the fact that there was a fucking kanima in the pack, and no one had bothered to inform him of that. He was going to have to have words with his Dad about this. Yes, his father would hear about this.

“Still saved your wolfy butt,” Stiles had to argue.

“I was in no danger whatsoever,” Derek rolled his eyes.

Ugh, the sass was a great look on him, and that was just unfair. He was just glad he was good at masking scent, because he did not want the wolf to have that kind of advantage.

“Still counts.”

Figuring that was a decent enough exit line, Stiles made a magical escape. Sure, it was a waste of his power, but he was trying to make a good impression here. Sort of.

5 - Mr. Stilinski if you’re nasty 3 - Derek freaking Hale 2

Research was key, especially when dealing with a pack that he was going to be having dealings with for a long time, if his Dad had his way. Dad was so happy to finally have Stiles close again, that he was about five seconds away from setting up a play-date with Alpha Hale and his pack. He only dropped it when Stiles assured him that he had it handled.

Sure, his Dad only dropped it long enough to seriously laugh at him, but it worked.

So the next time he approached the Hale pack, he followed the protocol that Babcia had drummed into him. Which was all well and good, until they got attacked like ten seconds after Stiles had finally properly introduced himself to Derek.

“Chimeras,” the blonde girl cursed. “Fucking chimeras.”

Oh, his Dad had filled him in on those, and Stiles was not in any way looking forward to this, but he was prepared to handle them. If he had to, because those kids had probably not asked to be turned into this, had not asked to be made feral.

“We just have to hold them off long enough for Lydia to get the cure,” Derek showed why he was actually a good Alpha. “Stay safe. Be careful. Don’t go after them alone. You know Theo and his traps.”

Fucking Theo was still around? Of course he was. He was never happy until he was making everyone in this town miserable. Sucked for him that Stiles was back now, because Stiles had never had any patience for his brand of dangerous bullshit. Also, Stiles was way more powerful than he was, and he was going to enjoy rubbing that in Theo’s face.

Just, well, he still didn’t want to hurt any innocent people.

“There’s a cure?” Stiles turned to Derek. “I can hold them for a while. How long do you need?”

The look on Derek’s face was just unfair. It was grateful, warm, pleased - Derek trusted him, trusted Stiles with his life and his pack’s lives. And that was… stupid of him. Sure, Stiles had saved his life… well this would be the third time’s charm.

Okay maybe it wasn’t stupid.

And maybe they made it work, with the girl named Lydia - he vaguely remembered her from elementary school, before his Mom died and he went to live with Babcia to get a handle on his abilities - and all of Derek’s pack. But Stiles’ powers were the only reason no one was harmed while they waited for the cure to work.

That wasn’t arrogance, that was the painful truth.

“Thank you,” Derek looked at him way too sincerely.

“Yeah, had to save that hot ass,” Stiles was babbling, he knew he was. “Disregard that. I’m just going to go. Because well, it’s your turn next. Or whatever.”

It was. Stiles was in the lead now, and it wasn’t like Stiles wanted to be saved… He just wanted to be chased, a little. Maybe wanted Derek to like him. He wanted this not to be the last of this thing they were doing. He didn’t want to go back to the politics of it, the usual business of the pack and the protector.

He kinda just… wanted Derek. Which was stupid, but it was what is was.

6 - Stiles 3 - Derek 3

It took Jackson about fifteen jokes about getting a new daddy to get Derek moving. Yeah, he was disappointed in himself too.

But Stiles - and what even was that name - was different. He was the Sheriff’s son, a good old boy from Beacon Hills, but he was also a powerful mage and the most immature asshole Derek knew outside of his own pack. Derek was drawn in by him, like magic, but it was also terrifying.

But when he saw those hunters, those very same hunters that Stiles had chased off a few weeks ago, trying to move in for some revenge… Well, he didn’t even think. He just leapt, growled at them like they couldn’t just put him down with a single bullet.

“Stay away from him,” he growled out from a suddenly fanged mouth.

So much for his fabled control. Because they were threatening Stiles, and Stiles was…

Not his. Not like pack, no matter how badly Derek wanted just that. Because Stiles had proven himself worthy, putting himself out there for Derek, risking himself to keep Derek’s pack safe. It made him special, made him worth taking note of as a potential ally. It was the humor, the flirting, the seeming fearlessness that made Stiles worth taking note of as a potential partner.

“Did the beast find himself a pet human?” Hunters were never original.

“A friend,” Derek growled. “A mage. A powerful mage. And the son of the Sheriff.”

Maybe he thought of Stiles as just another harmless human at first, as someone who needed protecting. He knew better now, knew just how dangerous Stiles could be to people who meant harm. Staying back and letting Stiles handle things was never going to be his first instinct, but having Stiles and his bag of tricks around could make such a difference in this dangerous town. They could really make a difference here.

“Skip the mating rituals,” the hunters were not impressed.

“I have Chris Argent on speed dial,” Derek warned, and somehow that worked.

Derek kept his claws out, kept up the beta shift just to be sure, but the hunters backed off Stiles and walked away. Sure, they’d be back, but Derek could handle it. Or he could let Chris do it.

“Guess we’re tied now,” Stiles turned to him, impish grin on his face.

“I’m sure we’ll have more opportunities,” Derek responded, because he knew exactly what this was. “But I’m not just going to let you win.”

This was actually a mating ritual - it was courting in the most roundabout way. And he didn’t have to doubt Stiles’ interest, because he was right there with him. They could bicker and get to know each other later, but the interest was obvious from both sides.

“Good,” Stiles stepped in closer.

“How about we go on a date that doesn’t involve violence?” Derek found himself making the first move. “Tomorrow night?”

That put him in the lead in another competition, and Stiles was already getting pouty that he hadn’t been the first to score. It was childish and overly competitive and perfect for Derek.

“I had that,” Stiles huffed. “I was going to ask you.”

Good, so at least they were definitely on the same page. And Stiles was going to say yes when he got over not being the one to ask.

“You snooze, you lose,” Derek pointed out.

“You’re terrible and I can’t believe I’m dating you,” Stiles rolled his eyes.

Okay, so maybe Stiles wasn’t over it yet, but he could work on it. His pack was going to mock him for all eternity, but Derek kind of couldn’t wait for Stiles to be a real part of his pack.

“I’m assuming that’s a yes,” Derek grinned. “Pick you up at seven.”

As Stiles huffed and puffed and groaned, Derek was the one making a perfectly-timed exit this time.

Score for Hale.

#kevaaronday #*stereksanta18 #*fics19 #*gifts19

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eusuntgratie · 4 years ago

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Character: the 12 year old who may or not be a werewolf I'm not entirely clear

y’all see this judgement? don’t let all this sass fool you, @jbbarnes totally loves me. 😘😘

Stiles from Teen Wolf is human, and I’m 99% sure he stays that way. If any TW fans are reading this, I’m only up to S2, E8 in canon, so bear that in mind. I have also read eleventy billion Sterek fics, so sometimes I get a little confused.

Give me a character and I will answer:

Why I like them: I love this sweet baby. He’s my favorite. I can’t even. He must be protected at all costs (Derek agrees with me). Stiles is really fucking smart, cunning, creative, and true to himself. He is a really, really great friend, even when people aren’t so great to him. I love his jeep and his hyper fixations and stellar research skills and his goofy tshirts and flannels. He’s sarcastic af and generally hilarious. He is very willing to make sacrifices to do the right thing (he's a boy in high school, so this is particularly notable). Lastly, I love that Stiles talks to his friends about the shit he struggles with, including his panic attacks and ADHD.

Why I don’t: He pissed me off in 1.06/1.07 when he convinces Scott to leave Derek outside after the alpha attacks him. Stiles thinks Derek is dead and that staying inside is their only way to not get murdered, but it still made me angry. It doesn’t seem consistent with his character, but I think he doesn’t quite trust Derek or care about him yet...once he cares about somebody he doesn’t hesitate to risk his life to help.

Favorite episode (scene if movie) All of his scenes with Derek (there aren’t many!) but especially 1.09, 2.02, and THE POOL. Him at Winter Formal in 1.11. Reuniting with his dad sometime in S1 when he was worried about him (I absolutely didn’t cry wtf are you talking about?).

Favorite season/movie TBD! I don’t think we’ve reached peak Stiles yet.

Favorite line Maybe “I’m 147 Pounds Of Pale Skin And Fragile Bones; Sarcasm Is My Only Defense!”. “Don’t be such a sourwolf!” is a solid second.

Favorite outfit Well it’s definitely NOT the Armie Hammer special, that’s for sure.

OTP sterek!

Brotp honestly, I’m hoping to have an answer for this before I get too much further in the show. Scott is his BFF in the show, but he honestly sucks for almost all of season 1 and most of season 2 so far. He’s redeemed himself a bit in the last few episodes. I’m hoping Stiles develops more deep friendships in the show; he’s a great friend and he deserves great friends.

Head Canon hmmm tbd. I can definitely see how Stiles sees everyone in his life choosing people over him and that breaks my heart 💔

Unpopular opinion I don’t know that I have one? I’m not real immersed in tw fandom so who knows, but everyone seems to love this goofball as much as I do. I find the main character and his storylines pretty annoying, so that might be unpopular, I guess. He spends most of his time obsessing about his first gf, which is just not very exciting for a 30-something mom 🤣

A wish Lots more screentime for Stiles! He’s the most interesting character I think. Beyond that, I just want him to feel loved and valued bc I’m a giant sap.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen Don’t let Papa Stilinski get seriously hurt. Esp if Stiles could interpret it as his fault. My heart couldn’t take it.

5 words to best describe them Sweet Sarcastic Spastic Smart Stiles <3

My nickname for them I don’t have one, but I’m slightly obsessed with his real first name which I haven’t even gotten to yet on the show bc I’m a #languagenerd. I haven’t seen many people use it in fics, but I think I would die a little for a fic where Derek uses a nickname for Stiles based on his first name (Mieczyslaw) like Mieciu (sounds kinda like me-shu) or Mietek (sounds kinda like mek-tek).

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 5 years ago

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Thank you for opening it again! I‘m looking for some alpha!derek and magical!stiles fics were they life together and the pack calls them mum and dad. I hope there is one. Thank you for your hard work! :)

Here’s pack mom!Stiles, magic!Stiles and alpha!Derek. - Anastasia

Jackson Whittemore is more than just a kanima (or so does Stiles say) by graveltotempo

(1/1 I 1,850 I Not Rated)

Jackson is worried about something, and Stiles is there for him.

A Typical Day by ReindeerGamesofMischief

(2/? I 2,762 I General)

Stiles was busy. He was baking his cake and in the beginning stages of making dinner. But the Puppies don't care about that. Oh no…they all have their own problems and need help. Help that only Stiles can give. Too bad he's busy cooking, it'll take an Alpha to snap him out of his cooking mood.

Family Unit by AsagiStilinski

(1/1 I 8,851 I Teen)

So werewolf symposiums are a thing

That's a thing that exists, it's happening, it's in the world now

And Stiles doesn't know what in the name of hell he did to deserve this

("It's a mixed supernatural convention Stiles, not a 'werewolf symposium'!"")

Never Leave by theskywalkerkid

(10/? I 12,235 I Mature)

After getting kicked out the pack by his friends after a battle, Stiles goes to Poland and studies to become a mage. Now a mage and back in BH for senior year, he tries to avoid his "friends" except for Kira and Liam. Also a certain sourwolf seems to miss him a little too much and won't leave Stiles alone after he finds out he's back. It's a Sterek.

Ink Stained Hands by xxjinchuurikixx

(1/1 I 14,582 I Mature)

The moment the spell breaks, Stiles feels every rune in his skin turn cool and then dim, like fiery embers that have had water quickly rushed upon them. His head is spinning, and he blinks, once, then all his strings are cut, and he collapses.*In which Stiles has magic, tattoos, and an irritating crush on Derek.And Derek is just Derek.

The Aftermath by TakenByEmrys

(6/6 I 18,350 I Teen)

After being kidnapped by Gerard, Stiles is left broken and beaten. That's when Derek finds him. Two months later, Scott realizes he might have let some things slide, and when he goes to visit Stiles, he's more than shocked to find his bed filled with werewolves. Sterek

Hold Me Close (I'm Falling Apart) by ajeepandleather

(9/9 I 25,093 I Teen)

“Wolves without an emissary are naturally turbulent because their instincts are wild. Subconsciously, you’ve been balancing them, but you aren’t tied to the pack so you aren’t getting a balance in return.”

“So, they’re bleeding me dry. Always knew they were parasites.” Stiles smiled dryly.

“You’ll need to attach yourself to an alpha soon. There are risks for an unbalanced druid.”

“Like?”

“Well, a disruption in balance may show itself in several ways. It’s a disruption in nature, so nature will twist and alter in an attempt to right itself.”

“What does that mean?” Stiles was getting anxious. The vet was avoiding giving direct answers and that never meant anything good.

“You’re magic is heavily entwined with your will, and your will is parallel to your mind.”

“I’ll go insane.”

Take Me Back by RobinRider

(10/? I 30,229 I Mature I MCD)

Trauma can damage a person’s memories. Laura was murdered, Scott was murdered and Stiles witnessed it all, the only problem is no one believes a Werewolf was the cause. Released from Eichen House Stiles turns to the only person who lost as much as him that fateful night, Derek Hale. Stiles will stop at nothing to find the person or thing that killed his best friend. The pack will stop at nothing to help their Alpha find his sister's killer and keep Stiles safe along the way.

Stiles believes a Werewolf killed his best friend but everyone thinks he’s crazy. Derek and the Pack help him find the killer and a family.

No Rest For The Wicked (Love is Kind) by midnightcas

(11/11 I 31,328 I General)

When a homeless, scared for his life, kid attempts to hold up Stiles Stilinski's bakery, the last thing he expected was to be offered a muffin...or a job...."I have a feeling that you don’t want to be a felon on the run from the cops your whole life. Especially over such a stupid thing like robbing a bakery. Murder I’d get, but this?”

“Well," his eyes fall to the gun, "I might murder you.”

Stiles swallowed.

Pulling the Pieces Together by fireflystiles (cuddlehazz)

(1/1 I 34,295 I Teen)

“You never have hurt anyone. Not then and not now. You just made Coach piss his pants and that’s funny shit there.” Jackson told Stiles. They all underestimated how responsible Stiles felt for the Nogitsune and what happened. No wonder he was afraid to go near the pack, not to mention the whole no control over magic thing. He felt Stiles huff out a breath at the part about Coach which was a good start.

Or after the Nogitsune, Stiles keeps secrets, there are new people in Beacon Hills, and the Pack has fallen apart. Stiles starts to figure out his role in the pack, piecing it back together, and trying to keep everyone safe.

We Are Bonded by lightsfillthesky

(!5/20 I 42,577 I Mature)

Derek rose to true alpha status, He started creating his own pack after years of alliances and fighting, they where all well known throughout the West coast, some feared them, other were envious but they all respected the Hale Pack.

Everything seemed to be going fine in their lives, Derek and Stiles were going to get married, the pack was established, but Stiles well he knew when things were good something bad was bound to happen and boy he did not imagine this.

The Pack’s Dad by Isys Luna Skeeter (IsysSkeeter)

(16/? I 45,369 I Teen)

All Stiles wanted was to lose his virginity, he got that… he just hadn’t expected what would come with it…

Unlikely Guardian by Trenchcoat Hunter (Reedt)

(25/25 I 67,903 I Teen)

“Shut it you two! It’s the first hint we’ve had in five years! McCall, call Lydia and Allison. Tell them to get their notes from high school and kits here while the trail is still warm. I’m calling Danny to see if he can do any tech sweeps of the area to see if he can find anything.” Derek’s eyebrows rose in surprise. Lydia and Allison rarely get called in with their kits and considering that neither Isaac nor Scott even blinked at the orders showed just how serious they all were, especially Jackson it seemed. “Isaac, can you follow his scent?”

“I’ve been trying but it’s so faint and the wolves are overpowering. I’ve got to be careful or I’m going to miss it.”

“Don’t lose it!”

Derek had enough of being out of the loop. “Will one of you idiots tell me what’s going on!”

Jackson turned to Derek with a look of sad wonder in his eyes. He reverently whispered, “It’s Stiles. We may have finally found Stiles!”

Furry Little Liars by TheRealNightTempest

(6/? I 78,599 I Explicit)

Stiles Stilinksi has waited for the moment that Derek would finally look at him the way he desires. But leave it to Derek to screw it all up and change Stiles' life forever on a night neither of them will soon forget. With a dangerous creature suddenly setting it's sights on Stiles, and something happening between Derek and Stiles that no one can explain, there isn't much time before the world they know will come crashing down around them.

When Trust is Vital by hellbells

(32/32 I 79,427 I Explicit)

Red Eyes.

Stiles knew what it meant - he was one half of the Alpha pair of Beacon Hills. Oh my god, the thought. I haven’t even finished High School.

No pressure.

Well if you ignore the Psycho hunting family, deadly creatures descending and learning how to mother newly created puppies - all in a days work for Stiles Stilinski.

The Boy Who Tamed the Sourwolf by AllTheseSquaresMakeACircle

(29/29 I 94,918 I Explicit)

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.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #pack mom!stiles #alpha!derek #magic!stiles #anon

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princeescaluswords · 5 years ago

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My Doom is Master Plan

You know ... I’ve just lost it. I have hit the bottom of the fandom barrel and I’ve stopped bouncing back. We’ve reached ‘fire everything’ levels of exasperation.

Sometimes, when I read some egregious piece of rancid garbage I step back and I say to myself -- “What are you trying to accomplish by taking them on?” And frequently, I’ve pulled myself back, but you know what ...

Seven Years. It’s been seven years, and people are still acting like Scott having a fail-safe in place to defeat Gerard, which was only triggered when Gerard forced Scott to make Derek bite him is on the same moral plane as the Manson Murders.

This morning I read a story where an author, wearing a Stiles’ mask, said that Scott did not actually poison Gerard to protect his mother or to save Derek, he did it because of his ego and his desire to keep his hands cleans -- that a sixteen-year-old boy should have used a gun or ripped out Gerard’s throat with his claws in a preemptive strike, and that by not doing it preemptively was corruption and ‘boundary crossing.’

Boundary crossing. From a st*r*k shipper. Priceless.

I mean, they may have a point. What do you have to say about a character who would cross boundaries to protect the ones they love? How could you ever root for a character who would, for an example, inflict physical pain on their best friend to punish him for letting his father get hurt or another character who beats, intimidates, and lies to a victim of an assault in order to find the murderer of his sister?

Just in case some loser misses the point of my above sarcasm, it’s the height of freaking bullshit when Derek stans and st*r*k shippers rail on Scott for doing what he thought he had to do to protect his mother (while saving the life of everyone in that room). They defend Derek stalking Scott, lying to Scott, hurting Scott because Derek was ‘just doing what he had to in order to find Laura’s killer, and, after all, it was for Scott’s own good! They defend Stiles torturing Scott with lacrosse balls, and putting Scott and three seniors in danger because he was pissed off that the Sheriff got hurt while Scott was absent from his unannounced, unpaid bodyguard gig.

It’s bullshit. It’s racism. They have no problem with Stiles killing Donovan, lying about it to everyone, and using the “He was going to kill my Dad!” as a perfectly valid defense. That’s okay, because Stiles was helpless before Donovan! But when the freaking show showed time and time again how dangerous Gerard was -- or did you forget the fucking knife-gut-torture scene? -- it doesn’t matter, because Scott should have just got a revolver and gunned down Gerard -- as if murdering someone were easy, as if he wouldn’t risk jail time -- rather than inconvenience the white alpha asshole who has been running around for the last two months, trying to beat Scott into submission, withholding information, dragging other teenagers into a war, and trying to murder innocents.

I’m done being reasonable. Screw them.

#teen wolf fandom problems #scott mccall defense squad #anti sterek #master plan

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the-cookie-of-doom · 5 years ago

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“Poor Scott was inspired to commit suicide because he had to save everyone but was GUILTED out of it by Stiles instead”

“Poor Scott was inspired to commit suicide because he had to save everyone but was guilted out of it by Stiles instead”

https://princeescaluswords.tumblr.com/post/615021898044243968/a-little-controversial-question-if-the-show#notes

@taylorswiflt: A little controversial question… If the show ever made Scott go dark/evil/make a terrible but necessary decision, how would you want it to happen in a way that would make sense.

@princeescaluswords:

I think we already saw how it would happen in Ouroboros (5x08) with Scott’s violation of Corey’s mind.

Make no mistake, in this scene, Scott betrayed everything he had stood for from Season 1 in a desperate act to save Liam and Hayden. I love this scene, because it laid out that the very things that could push Scott into darkness were also the very source of his strength: his friends, his pack, his family.

Look at the relationships involved in that scene. His father-figure, Deaton, had vanished. The sheriff, who used him as free labor, had arrested his girlfriend for murder. His mother had mouthed some bullshit about ‘I can’t tell you not to be a hero’ and then turned around and demanded he be a hero. Liam had basically made him swear a promise to do anything to protect a girl Liam had started having feelings for a literal week before. That’s on top of the responsibility Scott felt for Liam as beta. Meanwhile, Stiles and Lydia were pulling away, leaving him unsupported. He’s suffering from asthma. Fandom likes to paint Scott as oblivious, but even Scott knew he was losing, and people were dying because Scott wasn’t perfect. In his own words: “I know something’s coming. And all I can think about is how good am I going to be if I can’t even breathe?“

Every single season, Scott had been pushed by the people he cared about to be a super-hero so they didn’t have to be. In Season 1, Stiles literally tortured Scott and then had him beaten by seniors because he’s pissed off, yet then turned around and said “Look, you have something, Scott. Okay? Whether you want it or not, you can do things that nobody else can do. So that means you don’t have a choice anymore. It means you have to do something.” In Season 2, his own mother didn’t talk to him for a week out of horror for his new state, and then when she finally did talk to him like a person, she says “If you can do something to help, then you do it. You have to.”

In Season 3, Scott literally was inspired to commit suicide because he couldn’t take the pressure of having to save everyone. Allison tries to tell him that Derek wasn’t his fault, but he doesn’t believe her, because no one before had ever acted like that was true. Instead, he’s guilted out of suicide by having Stiles insist on dying with him. It was touching, but Stiles’ action didn’t address the underlying problem. By this point, Scott had clearly equated his self worth with being a hero.

Scott was never convinced that it was okay for him to fail as the True Alpha, a power he never asked for and didn’t want. Derek basically crowned him Protector of Beacon Hills and then fucked off to South America. His heart literally stopped and his mother told him that same night “You’ll get them back. You have to.” His best-friend screamed at him “Where were you?” when he had been lying dead. That same mother whispers from her possible death bed “Don’t run. You fight.” The sad part of this is, I could go on with more examples of people equating Scott’s personal value with his lycanthropic status.

No pressure there. /sarcasm

The only three people to ever tell Scott that he doesn’t have to save everyone were Alan Deaton, Chris Argent, and fucking Theo Raeken. Alan Deaton was the only person on the show (leaving romance out of it) to value Scott without preconditions, to like Scott for Scott and not what his powers could accomplish. He’s the one who cautioned Scott about taking on burdens he might not be able to handle. Chris Argent is the only person to treat Scott like he didn’t have to be personally responsible for winning all the time and was willing to put his money where his mouth was by flying from France not to just to help but to also take responsibility.

Look at how Theo in 5A and 5B gets under Scott’s skin. He was the only person to recognize the amount of pressure Scott’s so-called friends and family had put him under. From “You guys do this a lot, don’t you… Get involved.” in A Novel Approach (5x05) to “Just let it happen. Let it go. Let everything go.” in Apotheosis (5x20) Theo recognized that his pack’s requirement that Scott be the hero they needed – without regard for the fact that Scott was just a kid like them – was Scott’s weak spot. And Theo used that, big time.

This all added up, and it never stopped. In the freaking series finale, Scott was confronted by his greatest fear, which wasn’t that he’d die before he went to college or that he’d be perpetually locked in a battle with the supernatural and never have control over his own life, it was that he would fail to protect his friends and family.

You want to imagine a scenario that would drive Scott McCall to the dark side? Take a teenage boy, turn him into a werewolf, and then teach him, repeatedly, that the only way people can love him is if he becomes a flawless paragon of heroism. If he screws up, a person he loves will die in his arms. If he screws up again, another person he loves will be locked away in the desert, maybe forever. If he tries to explain why he failed, sneer at his petty excuse, “You’ll heal.” Make it clear to him that if he doesn’t win all the time, he’s a monster. Then have him lose – welcome to the dark side.

It could have easily gone that way. Imagine what would have happened, if instead of “being lucky this time” as the Sheriff put it, Melissa, Lydia, Mason, Chris, and Rafael had died when Gabe shot up the McCall house in Werewolves of London (6x17). Malia too wrapped up in Peter’s bullshit. Inexplicably, Deaton hadn’t even talked to Scott during 6B. Liam – Angry Wolf – would have held Scott back? We were very close to the scenario you were talking about, right on the screen.

~*~*~

Scott/Posey Stans do really enjoy painting Scott McCall as a whiny crybaby who’s neglected and mistreated by his ungrateful friends because they refuse to recognize how ‘better’ or ‘superior’ he is, don’t they? It’s never Scott’s fault, it’s always someone else’s – doesn’t matter if canon directly contradicts each and every single one of their self-insert power fantasies and delusions

Here’s an example: “I think we already saw how it would happen in Ouroboros (5x08) with Scott’s violation of Corey’s mind. Make no mistake, in this scene, Scott betrayed everything he had stood for from Season 1 in a desperate act to save Liam and Hayden. I love this scene because it laid out that the very things that could push Scott into darkness were also the very source of his strength: his friends, his pack, his family”

Pew tries to justify Scott’s disgusting violation of Corey by painting it as a selfless, heroic act, and claims that Scott did it to save Liam and Hayden. But canon explicitly shows us that Scott lashed out at Corey (“You’ll heal!”) to make himself feel better about using Hayden as bait against the dread doctors without her explicit consent, and that Hayden (Liam’s girlfriend) was literally DYING because of him. So no, what Scott did to Corey in Teen Wolf Season 5A was neither selfless nor heroic: it’s just abuse.

The most hilarious thing though is that any Teen Wolf fan who watched the actual show can easily dismantle every single lie Pew spews in this post – and on his blog in general – with canon receipts

Especially that delusional “Stiles and Lydia were pulling away, leaving Scott unsupported”, “Every single season Scott had been pushed by the people he cared about to be a super-hero so they didn’t have to be”, “Scott literally was inspired to commit suicide because he couldn’t take the pressure of having to save everyone. Instead, he’s guilted out of suicide by having Stiles insist on dying with him”, “Scott was never convinced that it was okay for him to fail as the True Alpha, a power he never asked for and didn’t want. Derek basically crowned him Protector of Beacon Hills and then fucked off to South America”, AND “Theo recognized that his pack’s requirement that Scott be the hero they needed was Scott’s weak spot” garbage

I’m sorry but. Scott was inspired to commit suicide because he couldn’t take the pressure?

No. Full stop.

Scott, BOYD, and ETHAN(? was it the other one?) tried to commit themselves because they were magically compelled to. It had nothing to do with Scott’s supposed “self-lessness”. And I’m sorry, but only PEW would take Stiles risking his own human life to save Scott, whom he loved like a brother, as a fucking guilt trip. I am more convinced than ever that this bitter old man has never had a friend in his life.

#delusional squad #submission

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