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PSA      U  SWEET  BABIES

listen.  we  love  you.  you  arent  going  to  become  irrelevant  if  you  dont  write  replies  everyday.  you  arent  going  to  be  forgotten  about  if  you  dont  write   every   starter.  no  one  cares  if  you  have  graphics  or  icons.  its  ok.  you  dont  have  to  impress  everyone,  because  if  someone  has  followed  you  that  means  they  are  already  impressed  by  your  work.  

please  do  not  feel  pressured  to  fill  a  quota  in.  this  isnt  a  job!  its  fun!  

what's your role in a found family dynamic??

the hermit who helps

at first, you were a resource for the established characters to turn to, but you quickly began to steal the show due to your personality, your usefulness, or your inherently interesting perspective on life. you were pretty much already able to provide for yourself, but the next thing you know, these people are growing on you. instead of asking favors, it becomes an invitation to socialize. you find yourself sticking around for no apparent reason other than you like it here. the people are fun to watch, if nothing else, but ultimately they're just--oh no. oh no, you care about them. you always thought you stayed away from this "relationship" stuff for a reason. it gets messy and isn't worth it unless it really works. for some reason, this group really works. these weirdos are now your weirdos, and if anything happens to them, there will be hell to pay. you were basically already looking after them before this, after all. welcome to the family, hermit.

tagged by: the best person i know or as you guys know them @mutatiio tagging: honestly if you're reading this, you're tagged !! also @siiinfultemptation , @thenightmareofyourdrems , @ruinedtendencies , @stilesstylelinski ( if you guys feel like it :3 )

stiles' arm didn't even have a chance to complete one wave from left to right before derek had snatched him by the wrist . human nails lightly grazing at the tender skin underneath while he flashed stiles a foreboding smirk . complimenting the amusement gradually reaching and consuming his gaze .

... he was going to enjoy this.

with a tempered huff , in an instant his knees were bent while his arms outstretched to haul stiles toward his upper body . the handcuffs irritatingly restricted a lot of movement , making the attempt slightly awkward . derek needed to keep their bound wrists close , at least to make sure he didn't indirectly break something in his haste . which is why he was forced to haphazardly hold the youngers hand as leverage in the process . bracing stiles' body weight against his shoulder while simultaneously quipping back at the others rising stubbornness ,

" yes . that's exactly what i think . " bemusement shined through his voice as he began his journey of carrying stiles out to his car . countering every squirm or kick with a shift or tightness in his arm that wrapped around the back of stiles' knees . thankfully , in this adjusted position , derek was able to free his hand from holding the others . letting it slip to where it could rest on the back of stiles' thigh . stiff and immovable in preparation for any attempt of a flung arm directed at his face .

as he stepped through the threshold that led them outdoors , derek hoped he could somehow ease the erratic heartbeat currently assaulting his shoulder by adding , " he won't see us if that's what you're worried about . i'll hear him coming . "

ignoring his name being dropped in a gesture of warning, stiles shook his head marginally, lips pressed so tightly together, they ached. "no." he muttered, eyes raking the wolf's face for any detection that he would rip his arm right off. frankly, stiles preferred having both of his lanky arms.

even with the hang on words, the tone, the hardened jaw clench and angry exterior, mieczyslaw didn't budge. perceptive as ever, the male knew derek was fuming, knew he was getting frustrated by the inconvenience of the metal steel against each of their wrists. at the yank, finding his feet nearly stumbling towards derek, he gasped loudly. "ahh!" canting his head back, he wanted to scream at derek for being so intimidating, so unruly and impatient. puffing both his cheeks, crimson shade licked at his pale skin, climbed up his neck as a flush revealed just how irritated he was himself.

"under. my. dead. body!" he spat back, despite his heart rate having climbed like a rocket from this grumpy display. "you think because you have alllll the power that you can just force me to do whatever you want? no! need i repeat myself in another language?!" props to lydia for teaching stiles a few small phrases for such a situation, should he require them to dissuade derek hale of this ridiculous idea.

finally, to prove his own damn point, he brought his own wrist up to derek's view, tugging at his own side as firmly as possible; eyes ablaze with antagonizing swirls. though it hardly budged, he was definitely not as strong as the wolf, stiles didn't let up; each flick of his eyes showcasing his determination to not be humiliated.

ooc . oop , with this new xkit add on i added the mutual checker and i found out i am not mutuals with some people that were on my dash . thats a big oof on my part . i am so sorry if i interacted with anyone that was mutuals only . i honestly didn't realise . my b

[ cora ]   the brother of cora [ cora ]   just tell me i have the wrong number and she didn’t lose her phone

[ unknown number ] now, who says i'm trying to be funny?

[ unknown number ] . . who is cora?

[ unknown number ] my name's cal. who the hell are you?

he managed to initially blink through the others incoherent ramblings .  hiding behind his blank expression as he was berated by an onslaught of his voice as well as his growing emotional scent .  derek listened but he wasn’t exactly listening --  since unless stiles miraculously thinks of a more convenient idea to free them ,  derek’s mind was made up .

the venomous posture and half shifted nails had finally finished recoiling ,  which meant his wolf had settled .  now all that was left to deal with was -- “ stiles . ”  intentionally interrupting the tirade both physically and verbally by standing in stiles’ way . 

“ your dad is the sheriff . ”  derek clearly straining himself with a clenched jaw as he pointed out the obvious in an overly simplified manner .  as if he were explaining the abc’s to a child .  “ sheriffs have handcuffs ,  and keys for those handcuffs ... in a drawer --  in a house where you grew up in . ”  a raise of his brow to signify his point being proven .  lips still held firmly together ,  biting back the urge to drag the other out physically if this fails . 

and yet that did give him an idea ... suddenly derek whipped his wrist towards his own chest with every intention of throwing the other of his balance to prove a point .  he was completely capable of making this experience just as painful for stiles .

“ we .  are going .  to your house . ”

@lnsania // moving to a new post because of new editor!

Each growl exiting the very sour wolf caused Stiles to blink, avoiding flinching because hell, Derek didn't have that much power over him any longer. At the steadiness of his other arm, chestnut hues widened, totally taken aback by the grasp because that did mean Derek was serious.

Dazed a second, Derek's suggestion had him recoiling. "No way!" The 'no' so firm, voice pitching so high that Stiles was evidently flustered at the notion. "You can't be serious." Not only was it embarrassing enough to be stuck with him in a set of cuffs he wished he could pick, but his father might find them and that would be another story all too unamusing to Stiles. "My dad might be off his shift already. No chance in hell, Derek. Do you understand the amount of sheer humiliation I would feel if I showed up, walking in with you, like this?!" Snapping his mouth shut, his gaze fiercely given back to the wolf. He wasn't a push over, Stiles was definitely able to have a backbone... sometimes.

Steeling himself, the look still cast at the werewolf was that of heat, flames licking honey orbs with a passionate swirl. "And I refuse to budge on that. So, don't think you can threaten your way into that one, buddy. 'Cause... let me tell you.." Again, the rambling. He was fucking quivering in his converse. This wasn't going to turn out in his favor, Stiles had a sinking feeling Derek would still win; wolfy abilities and all a definite threat to his fragile human body.

thenightmareofyourdrems​;;

              ˜”*°•.      There  was a   small chuckle  escaping  Derek , and  for  a moment,  he  didn’t  know if  he  was supposed  to  be  embarrassed or impressed .  Either  way  the  werewolf’s amusement  was  soon replaced  by  a very  clear  pain . Fact  which  brought him  back  to the  very  horrible reality ;  the  reality, where  they  were  practically  defenseless .

 I am  not  healing . The  words  echoed too  many  times inside  his  head -  each  time worse  than  the previous  one .  If Derek  was  not healing ,  if  he was  stumbling  and barely  standing  on his  feet,  what would  happen  when the  werewolf  decided to  attack  again  ?  Yes , he  could  try to  hit  him on  his  own, but  would  it work  ?  He doubted  so .  They could  call  for help .  Hide  somewhere , and  bring  someone to  help  them . But  how  long would  that  take  ?  Long . Too  long .  And he  wasn’t  sure  how  long  they had .

At  Derek’s words ,  he  turned to  look  at  him.  He  couldn’t afford  panicking ,  he knew .  He  couldn’t let  the  overgrowing anxiety  blur  his mind .  But  they couldn’t  keep   on walking  either .  It was  dangerous,  too  dangerous. And  right  now, he  wasn’t  sure if  they’d  even make  it  out of  the  woods alive .  What  if  the  wound was   too deep  ?  What if  Derek  passed out  ?  Hell . What  if  he  died  ?   He’d have  literally  killed him .  His  recklessness would’ve  killed  both him  and  Derek . And   he  couldn’t  let  this happen .  No .  He’d already  tainted  his hands  with  Allison’s blood .  Adding  Derek’s to  it  was  not  going to  happen .

❝  He is  here,  isn’t he ?  ❞   The werewolf  was  close . He  was  pretty sure  about  it . Still,  deep  breath was  taken .  Go to  the  Hale house .   It  was not  far,  he  was  right. And  it’d  give them  enough  cover up  to  address Derek’s  injury .  To make  sure  he  was  not dying  or  something . And  then -  well , they’d  figure  something out .   ❝ Alright,  okay . Hold  onto  me and  we  can  do  it . I  think  I  know  where it  is . ❞   And so ,  he  began to  walk  -  very  much checking  on  Derek  every few  seconds .  ❝ Do you  even  recognize the  scent  by the  way  ? Who  that  werewolf is  ? ❞

at least ,  derek reminded himself that once they arrived  ,  there was the benefit of being able to simply lock stiles in a room .  forget about the other and his painfully erratic thoughts .  derek didn’t need to be a mind reader to see every micro expression flickering across the others facial features was another chaotic thought running across his mind .  derek was exhausted just watching him ,  and not because he was currently bleeding out .

“ no . ”  he answered earnestly after a few deep breaths .  there was an attempt to try and see if there was even a hint of familiarity with this lone wolf crossing into hale territory .  yet with two factors currently inhibiting him ,  it quickly became infuriatingly impossible .  two factors being his now blood soaked palm ,  and the other ...

“ it hasn’t been exactly easy to focus -- between this and your ... overwhelming emotions --  no ,  i can’t smell anything besides you and blood . ”  he bitterly grumbled at stiles’ side .  glaring at his own limb bracing itself on the other .  cursing his inability to heal and now walk on his own .  

he swallowed his pride as they stepped into the threshold of the front door .  mildly impressed they managed to find it without another incident .  or rather ,  how stiles remembered where it was .  it wasn’t exactly fortified but the land should still mean something .  it was protected .  even a rogue wolf should recognise that .  even if for an hour or two before boredom settles in .

“ lock the door . ”  derek ordered over his shoulder as he detached himself from stiles and stumbled forward .  impatiently climbing up the stairs ,  knuckles whitening on the railing under his grip as he took one step at a time .

i have some very disgusting kinks such as holding hands and getting my forehead kissed

ooc . okay but does anyone else watch like group survival/horror movies and like replace the characters in the movie with other ones so it’s likes an au of sorts? cause lmao this one I’m watching , peter has killed Scott and Allison, poisoned derek, while issac is sacrificing himself being the bait to save erica and stiles

…maybe you can show me some tricks?

DEREK HALE in TEEN WOLF THE MOVIE (2023)

ruinedtendencies​;;

12﹕ a  text  that  wasn’t  meant  for  the  receiver, @lnsania

[ unknown number ] … uh, thanks for this short text.

[ unknown number ] … think you got the wrong person, though.

[ unknown number ] how’d you get mine?

[ cora ]   i must’ve missed when everyone decided jokes stopped needing to be funny   [ cora ]   i don’t have time for this ,   just tell me where you are cora

12﹕ a  text  that  wasn’t  meant  for  the  receiver, @lnsania

[ unknown number ] . . . uh, thanks for this short text.

[ unknown number ] . . . think you got the wrong person, though.

[ unknown number ] how'd you get mine?

underyourspcll​;;

“I–” Stiles tried, his own eyes shifting in a narrowed gaze at the testy werewolf he was unfortunately linked to, literally. His mouth hung frozen for a long moment, silent but internally yelling. “Okay, picking handcuffs requires a fine motor skill that I’m just not capable of!” The human countered, voice inflection higher than usual because of his distress at the situation.

The tug of the cuffs, the nostrils flaring and huffy breath spoke so many ways to Stiles. Derek was pissed and it was quite evident his frustrations. Stunned, he glanced down at his wrist, metal material so tightly confined that if Derek wanted to, he really could break his wrist with a tiny snap. “..You’re not.. seriously going to break my wrist are you? Because I have quite a few choice words and can give you, like, a ten minute long speech on why I need my wrist, Derek!” His freehand rose from his side, extended in a flailing motion almost. Tugging at his own side of the cuffs, his whiskey orbs darkened with anger; not wishing to be stuck in such a dilemma with one pissed off werewolf. Muttering he sighed, “There’s gotta be a set of spare keys somewhere.. Maybe we can try looking for them? You know, before you see fit to tear me apart?”

his jaw clenching temper stemmed from a lack of result .  ‘they’ got away .  and he was here. with stiles .  limited options ,  and restrained .  the ranting and raving of his counterpart in the back of his mind ,  but still heavily adding to influence his impatience .  which he expressed through how he answered stiles with blank stares .

derek hadn’t noticed the full extent of stiles’ ability to express himself physically before until he was forced to experience it firsthand .  and now that he was suffering the brunt of it ,  each time his arm was forced to follow his wild gestures ,  was rewarded with a growl .

“ -- i’m pretty sure we can count on them not leaving us a convenient pair of keys to escape the trap they left us in ,  stiles . ”  he bit back ,  wrestling his arm back from stiles .   and for good measure ,  his free hand grabbed for the others forearm .  staring at him pointedly as he held the other still . 

his ranting at least sparked an idea of sorts for derek .  “ i have a better idea ... we’re going to your house .  you drove here ,  right ? ”

stilesstylelinski​;;

@lnsania​ 

“Why didn’t I tell you? You weren’t here. You’d left! What was I supposed to do? Interrupt your extended get-away with my bullshit? ‘Hey Derek! I accidentally killed a guy and I don’t know what to do–Scott thinks I could have avoided it all together!’“ Stiles mimed being on the phone for the last bit of his tirade, before waving Derek off with an incredulous look.

“ -- and you didn’t think it was just a bit strange that the body disappeared miracuously afterwards ? ”  veins in his neck straining through the forced matching of the others tone while attempting to inject some sense into stiles’ thick skull .  “ you’re both idiots .  honestly ,  i should never have left . ”  head bowed while a long ,  exasperated sigh parted his lips and in turn partially softened his voice .  “ -- and don’t listen to scott . ”

thenightmareofyourdrems​;;

              ˜”*°•.          In   a  dark  forest abounded  with  homicidal deranged  wolves,  being  fine  was  not  exactly an  option .  What if  the  moment they  walked  out of  the  forest , they  turned  on the  police ?  What if  the  scent of  the  body  drew  them towards  the  crime scene  ?  A glance  was   shot towards  the  opposite direction,  but  then, even  with  the protest  painting  his face,  he  walked forwards .  He  was going  to  be  fine.  Everyone  was going  to  be fine .  ❝  Yeah,  well, I  am  honored . ❞  Marked .  If  he  could listen  to  his own  accelerating  heartbeat even  without  the supernatural  hearing  -  he  could only  imagine  how  loud  it sounded  to  the  actual  werewolves .

Walk.  Keep going .  Keep  walking . But  something  was  wrong . Derek’s  hand gripping  on  his shoulder ,  weight  suddenly  growing .   Derek .  The blood .  The  weakness . Heal .  But  he wasn’t  healing ,  was he  ?  Voice  echoed  weaker -  was  he stumbling ?  he  was definitely  leaning  on  him,  despertely trying  to  keep his  balance .   ❝  You haven’t  healed,  have you ?   Why are  you  not healing  ?  ❞  It  didn’t make   sense .  If  the  attackers had  been  normal werewolves ,  then  why was  he  not healing  ?  But  it’d  happened before,  right  ?  It’d happened  to   Scott too.  It  could  happen.

But  then , Derek’s  question  catches him  off  guard -  gaze  turning  over  the  bat .  Great.  He didn’t  need  this  discussion  at the  moment . Didn’t  need someone  to  tell him  how  foolish this  was .  How  childish. ❝  It’s  for -  ❞  A  pause,  head shaking  in  disapproval at  his  very  own  self  .  ❝  - precaution .   It’s  not like  I  have claws  or  fangs or  super  healing . ❞ Which  was perhaps  another reason  why  he shouldn’t  have  come to  the  forest   alone .  Still ,  he turned  to  face  Derek  -  very much  inspecting  him ,  searching  for something ,  an  answer . ❝  But  you  have  super  healing,  haven’t  you  ?  ❞  

he must be delirious because even without stiles’ bizarre rationale when it came to the bat ,  the presence of it and how stiles held it was enough to slight derek with a chuckle .  he attempted to swallow it at first ,  but the wound at his side wasn’t exactly forgiving .  now with an added wince ,  he regretfully cracked a smirk .

“ ... i’m not healing . ”  he finally sternly shared after a prolonged moment .  knowing it was simply redundant to say otherwise at this point .  not that stiles was fooled to begin with seeing as how he kept persistently questioning him .   

an involuntary growl vibrated from derek’s chest upon his heightened senses suddenly picking up a presence crowding closer somewhere in the shadows .  the wolf was circling them .  his eyes shifted into their piecing icy hue as he searched the trees .  his challenging presence was enough to at least keep him at bay .  that is until the aggressor noticed what stiles could so easily deduce himself .

“ stiles . ”  intentionally snarling his name to command the youngers focus on his eyes as he turned to him while Derek’s hold on his shoulder remained heavy .  knowing his attention span could so easily be stolen by the predator or his wound .  yet seeing as his strength was wavering ,  reflected in his flickering blue pupils ,  he couldn’t afford the other to panic . 

“ we can’t stay out here . ”  they were severely exposed and while the werewolf may recognise derek as a threat ,  it was only a matter of time .  “ -- there’s not enough time to reach the edge of the woods .  we need to head for hale house . ”