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[noyzinerd]

Does...Does He Know?...Is Anyone Going to Tell Him? 👀

How is it in the year of our Lord 2024, (LITERALLY YESTERDAY), I'm learning that we could be living in the timeline where Dylan O'Brien could possibly be Tyler Hoechlin's plus one to a (probably hypothetical) 7th Heaven 30 year reunion?

There's no way he randomly decided to watch a show from 1996, almost 30 years after it started airing, without knowing his former costar was in it, right?! RIGHT?!?!

FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK SOMEONE WHO HAS A TWITTER PLEASE ASK THIS MAN IF HE KNOWS TYLER HOECHLIN IS IN 7TH HEAVEN!!!!

[twdxtrevor]

I know Derek would watch over stiles sleep, watching his chest rise and fall with each breath

[gusobrien]

[twdxtrevor]

Damn . . I wish he'd jump on me like that

[gusobrien]

Stop!😍✨️

[soulofapatrick]

Accidental Admittance - Derek Hale x Reader

Summary: You ask Derek to fake date you and it breaks all self-control he has

Words: 1.7k 

Warnings: none

Y/N’s POV

I was so goddamn stupid, what made me say that? What made me lie to Greenberg about having a boyfriend? About having Derek Hale as my boyfriend? God fucking damn it, me and my panic brain and my stupid, stupid heart aching for the damn alpha. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!

I’m arriving back to the Hale house too soon, having skipped school not wanting to face Greenberg today. I fired a message to Stiles telling him I wasn’t feeling too good and now I’m back here, my stomach is rumbling and I’m feeling so anxious that I know Derek can smell it from inside. The only thing I can smell with my dull human senses is the familiar scent of the surrounding woods, quickly replaced by something delicious when I open the door, throwing my bag to the side and toeing my shoes off. 

Derek’s in the kitchen, stood in front of the hob, back to to me but from the way his head raises slightly in know he can sense my presence there. He doesn’t move, waiting for me to speak and tell him why I’m home at lunchtime and why I probably reek of anxiety. Damn werewolves and their super senses. It makes me take a hesitant step into the kitchen, my gaze fixed on Derek ’s back. His bread shoulders and strong posture makes him appear even more intimidating, but I know he’s not as unapproachable as he seems.

Taking a deep breath I rather my courage and clear my throat, “Der,” I call softly, knowing he already knows I’m here but it feels weird starting a conversation with him without making my presence known like you normally would with others. He turns slightly, kaleidoscope eyes meeting mine and there’s a flicker of concern in his gaze, “I did a boo-boo.” I don’t know why I say it like that but it makes Derek visibly soften even more as he reaches for my hand and pulls me over to him. His hands grasp my hips and he’s lifting me to sit on the counter next to him so he can keep cooking. 

“What happened?” Derek asks, his voice gentle yet filled with curiosity but all I can focus on his the way his touch sends a jolt of warmth through me, going straight to my cheeks. I try to ignore it, trying to focus on the delicious smell of whatever he’s cooking on the stove, “What kind of boo-boo?” Derek asks, capturing my chin between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Greenberg was bothering me and I may have blurted out that I have a boyfriend…” I fiddle with my hands, not wanting to meet his gaze as I’m going to have to emphasise the fact it wasn’t just a boyfriend I said but the very man in front of me is who I said. I have to take a deep breath, mustering up the courage to continue. I can feel Derek’s intense gaze on me, thumb gently caressing my chin as he waits for me to speak. There’s a mixture of curiosity and concern in his eyes, making it even harder to meet his gaze, “Wellll…. I may have said your name…” I finally admit, my voice barely above a whisper. 

Derek’s grip on my chin tightens ever so lightly, drawing my attention to his eyes. His expression having shifted from curiosity to surprise, and I swear I see a flicker of something else in his gaze - a spark, a hint of possibility. 

“My name?” He speaks softly, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and amusement and I’m nodding, feeling a rush of embarrassment wash over me. His gaze lingers on me, his eyes searching for something. I can’t quite decipher the emotions swirling within him, but I hold my breath as I wait for his response. It feels like forever before Derek’s lips curl into a small, almost imperceptible smile. He leans closer, his breath warm against my ear, “Alright,” He whispers, his voice sending shivers down my spine, “I’ll be your boyfriend.” 

Relief washes over me, and a smile tugs at the corners of my lips. I finally dare to meet his gaze, finding a warmth and understanding that makes my heart skip a beat and I know he hears from the way his lips quirk a little as he goes back to stirring the sauce in the pan. His left hand intertwines with mine, letting me trace gentle circles on his palm, feeling the texture of his skin beneath his fingertips. The simple act of touching him bringing a sense of comfort and connection, igniting a spark of something more than just a pretend relationship. 

I watch him with admiration as he effortlessly moves around the kitchen, his movements graceful and precise, captivating to witness the way he handles each ingredient, his focus unwavering despite our conversation and the fact we’re currently officially, unofficially, dating. The aroma of the food fills the air, blending with the soft sounds of sizzling and the clinking of utensils against pots. I lean in closer, inhaling deeply, my senses heightened in the presence of the man I have been in love with since I met him almost five years ago. There was just something beyond his suggest exterior and brooding demeanour that drew me in, a depth in his eyes, the way they hold a mixture of pain, strength and vulnerability that speaks volumes. Derek is a man of few words, but his actions speak louder than anything he could ever say. He has faced unimaginable loss and heartache, yet he continues to fight for those he cares about, never giving up. It's his unwavering loyalty and protectiveness that has always captivated me, making me feel safe and cherished in his presence. Underneath his tough exterior, Derek has a heart that beats with compassion and tenderness. He may not always express it in words, but his gestures, his touches, and his unwavering support tell me everything I need to know. He has a way of making me feel seen, understood, and loved in a way that no one else ever has. 

And when Derek looks at me, really looks at me, it's as if he sees all of me—the flaws, the insecurities, and the scars—and he still cares about me despite it all. He’s glancing at me out of the corner of his eye, a faint smile playing on his lips, “You know,” He finally speaks, voice low and velvety, “If we’re going to do this boyfriend act, we might as well make it convincing.” 

I just raise an eyebrow at him, “And how do you propose we do that?” I ask, my voice coming out a little breathier than I intend as he turns the stove off and set the pots of food aside so they won’t burn. His kaleidoscope eyes never leaving mine as he steps closer, slotting himself between my legs, hands on my thighs as he closes the distance between us until I can his warm breath against my skin. 

His hands slide from my thighs to cup my cheeks, touch gentle and electrifying, “Like this,” He murmurs, lips inching closer until they finally meet mine in a kiss that sets my heart ablaze. It’s soft, yet brimming with a fierce longing and desire. There’s a gentle urgency in the way our lips move together, as if we’ve been holding back for far too long and are finally giving into the magnetic pull between us. Derek’s lips are warm and inviting, melding perfectly with mine as they move in a dance of passion and tenderness. His hands remain of my cheeks. His touch both grounding and electrifying. As the kiss deepens, his thumbs trace soothing circles along my jawline, sending shivers down my spine, every brush of his lips against mine feels like a sweet surrender. There’s a rawness to the kiss, an unspoken acknowledgement of the emotions that have been brewing between us for so long, a Monet of vulnerability. 

We eventually break apart, our lips reluctantly parting, but the connection between us remains unbreakable. Our breaths mingle, and our foreheads rest against each other, a shared moment of bliss and understanding. It’s a little overwhelming and Derek can feel it all as his gaze falls to mine again, pulling me forwards into a hug where he smooths down my hair and coos out a soft, “I’ve got you.” 

I rest my head against Derek’s chest, enveloped in his strong embrace, I’m captivated by his scent - an intoxicating blend that seems to scream everything Derek. A subtle hint of woodsmoke lingers in the air intermingled with a delicate freshness you can only get after a downpour and finally something citrusy like subtle notes of orange. It’s heady and confusing and makes me a little lightheaded to the point I’m gripping the front of his shirt like a lifeline and there’s a rumble coming from deep within his chest as if the wolf inside him is purring. It’s a primal sound and I’m not going to admit it does something to me, heading straight between my thighs and a whine leaves my throat when he finally pulls away. 

Derek’s hands slowly release their hold on me, reluctantly pulling away from our embrace, gaze lingering on my face for a moment longer, filled with a mixture of tenderness and desire, before he breaks the spell and dislodges himself from between my legs to turn his attention back to the meal he was preparing. He expertly plates up the delicious meal he had been cooking, arranging the savoury aromas on the plates with precision. The tantalising scents waft through the air, mingling with the remnants of our shared moment, creating an atmosphere that is both comforting and enticing. 

“Come on baby, let’s eat first, I can hear your stomach rumbling already.” He leans over, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before leading the way to the living room. He doesn’t look back once as if he knows I’ll be following him and fuck me, he’s right. 

I’d follow him anywhere. 

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[twdxtrevor]

I just love me a good sterek manip, like seriously how much time do you guys spend on these . .

[gusobrien]

[shrimpfriednuts]

Does anybody know where I can watch the 2012 Melvin Smarty movie? Been wanting to watch it (for Tyler hoechlin of course) again but I can’t find it free anywhere. I don’t care what laws I have to break to see it.

[themultifandomgal]

Tyler Hoechlin- Our Love

Season 3 Bloopers/Gag Reels

#1

“I don’t like her” I say crossing my arms while in character

“You don’t like anyone who gets within a foot of Derek”

“Not true” i scowl at Posey as Scott

“You didn’t like Erica” Dylan points out

“Yeah because… shit sorry what’s my line?” I ask after going blank. This makes Dylan, Posey and Holland all burst out laughing “sorry” I giggle.

#2

Tyler is currently sat next to me as I’m reading a book on the couch. During this scene Peter is supposed to come up the lift and and we’re meant to have an argument.

“I swear if he tries anything I’ll kill him” I hum. Tyler laughs

“Is that anyway to talk to your uncle in law” I glance up to see Ian dressed as Peter looking at us

“When said uncle in law wanted to kill us once, yes” I slam my book shoot and get off the couch. I’m meant to storm past Ian, but instead I end up tripping and Ian has to catch me

“Cut!”

“Shit sorry” I laugh clinging on to Ian who’s holding me up “can I do the scene barefoot, I might not fall then”

“You’d fall over your own two feet instead. At least you can blame the heals” Ty says laughing.

#3

“Hi this is YN YLN on the set of the vampire diaries” I joke looking at the camera pointed towards me. We’re doing little promo videos for season 3A.

“Stella is a bad ass in this season….ahhh” I squeal as a bug flies towards me

#4

Tyler and I are doing a more intimate scene. The scene is supposed to be be us to lay on the floor of Dereks loft wrapped up in a thin sheet when Jenifer comes in and attacks us, but Tyler and I can’t stop laughing

“I’m sorry, it just feels like we’re filming something that’s not Teen Wolf” I say earning a nudge off Tyler.

#5

“So it’s not actually Stiles?” I ask placing my hands on my hips

“Well the body is, but he’s basically been possessed” Holland says folding her arms

“Then what do we do?” I ask frowning

“I say kill him” Ian pipes up

“Shut up” i scowl

“You can’t save him”

“Listen here old man” walk over to Ian and point into his chest “I’ve forgotten my lines and have no idea what I need to say, but all I know is it’s on the lines of something about not killing anyone”

#6

“So what do we do?” I ask looking at Dylan tide up as he pretends to be sleep

“I suggest we just kill….”

“No!” We all shout at the same time to Ian

“Who even invited you?” I ask rolling my eyes

“I thought…”

“Yeah well don’t” I reply “no one here even likes you” i mutter

“Hmm”

“Nothing” I fake smile. Dylan starts laughing though so we have to redo the whole scene.



[featheryminx]

Tyler Hoechlin is in Castle, and all I’m saying is that the timelines actually work NEAR PERFECTLY for Castle and Teen Wolf to be set in the same universe.

Castle S2 (where we meet Dylan) is set in 2010, ONE YEAR before the first season of Teen Wolf aired. If “Dylan” is an alias that Derek used while he was in New York with Laura, then…

[gusobrien]

[juridical-angel-blog]

Superman Vs Batman - Special Poster Arrowverse!

[noyzinerd]

Derek the Doggo

Now, I've read a few Sterek AU fics where Derek has to pretend he's a dog/wolf and gets adopted by Stiles, who is none the wiser. Stiles usually talks to his "pet" in these as if he were talking to a person.

That's nice and all, but can someone PLEASE give me a Stiles that speaks to fully-shifted wolf Derek like a tumblr millennial raised on the internet? Like the single, poorly socialized, unhinged, expending-waaaay-too-much-energy-into-his-"fur-baby" dog-mom I know he'd be?

Like, Stiles holding up a mirror up to Derek and going "It you!"

Or, when Derek lays belly-up, paws to the ceiling, and stretches his toes wide, Stiles says sagely, "Ah, yes.The beans are coming in nicely this year."

Or Stiles putting Derek in a hotdog costume.

Or decorating his entire place with balloons and streamers and ordering an elaborate, dog-safe cake made of peanut butter and Milkbones to celebrate their one-month-iversary since the adoption.

Stiles hiring a professional baby photographer for a photoshoot.

Stiles setting up a Zoom call for Derek with another friend's dog, in which, Derek just sits there, looking awkwardly between Stiles and the other dog like "What exactly am I supposed to do here?", because he's a full grown man expected to have a "conversation" over videochat with a dog like they're supposed to bark back and forth about the weather or park recommendations or something.

Stiles making Derek a Twitter account and constantly posting as him in doggo speak (which he reads out loud, in a voice he imagines Derek would have, as he types). Like "Henlo! I is heckin good boi derk! Big anger! Much grump!" Or "No bork. Only O\m/O". Or "Mmmm hooman shoes omnomnomnom 😋"

And when Derek tears into things or misbehaves in an attempt to upset Stiles, he's just met with a psuedo-stern "Wuh-oh. Looks like Hurricane Derek strikes again. I hereby sentence you to 3 hours of cruel and unusual punishment!" Before being put in a cone of shame.

Bonus points if, after Derek shifts back, it turns out Stiles already knew he was a werewolf (maybe not the whole time, but definitely early on). He just wanted to see how far he could push things until the mysterious werewolf he had adopted finally showed himself and revealed whatever he was planning.

(If there is, by miracles of miracles, already a fic like this, recs would by greatly appreciated!)

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

First Christmas

pairing: derek hale x gn!reader

summary: you convince derek to spend christmas with you.

a/n: so this is obviously late, i just had a lot on recently and completely forgot about it. but i hope you like it! <3

"Come on." You whined, folding your arms across your chest as you attempted to plead your case. "It's not like I'm asking for much."

Derek was glaring at you like you'd just asked him to commit murder for you, although he would probably be more agreeable to that apparently. "I already told you, no. I don't do Christmas."

"Only because you've never had anyone to spend it with."

"I have people."

"Alright, who?" You challenged, cocking your head at him.

"Cora." He answered, a proud smile on his face as he looked at you now.

"Yeah, but it's not like she's here much. What about Scott? Has he ever asked?"

"No."

"Stiles?"

He released a deep sigh then at the mention of that name, indicating that clearly Stiles had proposed the idea multiple times. "He asked once if he could...bring Christmas to me...and then he kept asking."

"And you never said yes?"

"Have you met Stiles?"

"Oh come on, he's not that bad." You countered, your lips twitching into a smile as you uttered your next words. "And besides, he is your cousin."

His face paled then, his eyes widening as he stared at you. "How do you know about that? Did he tell you that?"

"Okay, okay, just...calm down. If you won't spend Christmas with them, will you at least just spend it with me? I promise it'll be fun."

"Fun."

"I'll make it worth your while." You offered, stepping closer to him with a small smile on your face.

"You're lucky I like you." He finally sighed, giving in.

"Then I guess I'll see you Christmas Day." You grinned, before planting a light kiss on his lips. "And don't be such a sour wolf."

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