#like derek really just wanted to help scott but scott fucking refused to trust him because he’s a wolf and that must make him inherently bad
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the first episode of teen wolf is immaculate actually
stiles introduction, swinging down from god knows where while scott holds a bat to tell him that hey dude there’s a dead body in the woods let’s go find it
lydia’s character introduction and subsequent claiming of allison as her new best friend
coach. that’s it.
stiles’ lycanthropy joke and scott being completely clueless
derek’s introduction. that’s all i need to say.
“where are you getting your juice?” *confusion* “my mom does all the grocery shopping”
our first stiles research montage <333
derek’s “the bite is a gift” speech
the!! soundtrack!!!
and of course the inherent homoeroticism of it all
#also the incredible way they set up the rest of the show and the characters dynamics#anti scott mccall#just fyi#scott’s complete disregard of stiles trying to warn him and his immediate disdain for derek (for no reason???)#all he cares about is allison and his own image#just his innate selfishness which becomes his biggest flaw later on#god baby stiles’ face when scott slams him into the wall kills me every fucking time#and how it all sets up scott’s hatred of derek and hatred of born wolves#derek literally tries to warn scott that he’s a danger to allison and scott just refuses to believe him and blames him instead#his prejudice is there from episode one#like derek really just wanted to help scott but scott fucking refused to trust him because he’s a wolf and that must make him inherently bad#meanwhile stiles!! is just rolling with it!! he immediately makes it a we situation#god i could go on forever about this actually cause scott treats everyone around him (except allison) like absolute shit#teen wolf#talia rewatches teen wolf#you can mute that fyi cause this isn’t stopping anytime soon
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I want, do you  think of  Denton do think good or bad I find him very shady 
I think you're talking about Deaton, but excuse me if I'm mistaken.
I have complicated feelings about Deaton, but in general...I hate his guts. \o/
Like, it's unfortunate that they really really leaned into the "Mysterious Cryptic Black Mentor" stereotype for him, and he didn't get nearly as much depth as they tried to IMPLY that he had? They just kept insinuating that he had this really fascinating and complex background and then refused to actually tell anyone what it was.
Based purely on what I've seen of deaton, versus what the creators might've intended for him, Deaton's a fucking asshole.
This man was fully aware that Scott had been bitten and become a werewolf, and played stupid about it for literal months. He knew how to help literally everyone in town and refused to do so on the basis of 'maintaining the balance' and not wanting to 'get involved'.
He had a way to contain werewolves, and yet let Scott run around town with zero control for two months. Leaving Stiles no choice but to handcuff his best friend and fear for the lives of his friends and family and scott himself. Leaving SCOTT to fear for the life of his girlfriend and DEREK to fear for the safety of his entire species because Scott was constantly in danger of exposing them.
Speaking of Derek, he KNEW who derek was. He knew exactly what Derek was asking him about. He swore to protect and help Derek's family and derek himself, and then when faced with a kid who just lost his big sister and was going to the only person he thought might have answers, Deaton pretended he had no idea what the fuck derek was talking about and just hung him out to dry. THEN he shamed him for not trusting people! After LYING TO HIM
They could've stopped Peter so easily. Could've given Scott peace of mind while he learned to control his abilities. Deaton could've helped them understand what was going on and filled in the gaps in Derek's information. Could've played mediator with the hunters to protect Scott and Derek. Could've done his goddamn job. According to deaton himself, he was never retired. He was just refusing to participate until Scott "inspired" him. NEvermind that he left Scott at Peter and the hunters' mercy for months before that. And don't forget that he helped Scott plot out someone's murder and poisoned someone by replacing their cancer medication. Like. o.O Are you fuckin joking?
And that's just the early seasons.
Deaton's just. A dick. A self-righteous asshole who holds vital information over people's heads until he gets bored enough to involve himself in the world of those SO Far BElow HiM. He's an exposition distributor that tosses information like bread crumbs to the main characters, only when the writers want people to finally find things out. But instead of even having him LEARN things and then share them, he admits to having KNOWN IT ALL ALONG and just refusing to share.
He's just as bad, if not worse, than people generally consider Peter to be.
His character is just a jerk, my dude. Maybe he was done dirty by the writers, or hell maybe it was intentional. Maybe they meant for him to be a dickhead.
In short; Deaton bad.
#personal#go for it#anti deaton#meta ramblings#rant#sometimes i think i've run out of things to complain about or rant about#and then someone asks me about a character and I go full t-pose dominance “DONT GET ME STARTED” mode
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FREEDOM TO DESIRE
CEO MITCH RAPP AU
MITCH RAPP x Reader
Warnings: SMUT and unprotected sex!
Rapp Corporation was the leading marketing firm in the world. Companies like Disney, Sony and Southwest paid millions of dollars to be associated with it. It represented actors, athletes, business moguls and small businesses. While it was in high demand it was also reasonable - sponsoring schools and nonprofit organizations around the world.
The single person driving the reigns to the crazy international kingdom that resided in London was Mitch Rapp . That’s right. He was part of a decade of strong, successful businessmen.
And he was your boss.
You had literally stumbled into the job of personal assistant. Literally. You were walking out of a coffee shop, resumes in hand when you ran into his large, hard frame. You landed on your ass and when you were able to recover, you were looking into the deepest chocolate eyes you had ever seen. His bright white teeth clashed against his tan skin, his dark locks perfectly framing his face.
Then you remembered that you had spilled coffee on one of the most powerful, young bachelors in the world.
You had also spilled coffee all over your resume and you groaned in realization, the expensive fresh pages coated in thick lakes of coffee. He had helped you pick up the lost keys to your future, taking a second to read over your resume and offered you a job. He was on the way to meet someone about being his personal assistant and you did just get your masters in public relations. You could intern while still making money and if you showed promise he promised to promote you.
Sometimes life really does work out in your favor. Sit in that for five seconds then remember that your boss is one of the sexiest, most successful young CEO’s in the world.
Not only is he attractive but he has the work ethic of an ox. And it made working for him damn hard. Probably harder than managing the clients he had. He was constantly in meetings, constantly leaving early in the morning and late in the evening. Going to galas and charity events, charming new people. He opened up smaller chains in areas in the world stricken by poverty to try to help increase job opportunities. He volunteered at schools and hospitals. He spent his Thanksgiving and Christmas and any other holiday of giving providing food for those in need. Always. He’s always been like this.
Mitch wasn’t just a CEO. Wasn’t even human.
He was a goddamn saint sent from heaven to wreak havoc on earth.
It was on such an occasion that he had asked you to attend one of his events - a large gala celebrating 50 years of business with his father and grandfather. The whole legacy under one roof. You didn’t understand why you were asked to attend. As his assistant sure you had to manage the media and who visited him. But that had been hours ago. The night was now thriving off the rich and famous drunkenly dancing and teasing each other. Mitch never drank more than two glasses of anything at events like these so you didn’t have to babysit him. But you also wanted to go home if he didn’t need you and that he refused.
You watched him as he laughed along with two of his most trusted partners, Scott Mccall and Derek Hale as they sipped expensive champagne and spoke lowly among each other. Mitch was wearing a tailored blue suit, his white button up popping against a black tie. His slight beard had grown since he shaved it these past two days and was now a short beard and all you could think about was how it would feel between your legs.
You shook your head, returning your eyes to your blackberry. You had to get it together. Everyone teased you that he had a thing for you. He never had women assistants. Preferred men to ensure that things stayed professional. Never offered people jobs on the spot either.
There was just something about you they would tease.
Well he sure as hell wasn’t making a move so until he did it would have to stay a mystery.
“You’re still working for him.”
The soft voice takes you off guard and you jump a bit, breaking from your thoughts as your eyes fall on your assailant. Standing in a dark red gown, her pale skin contrasting with her perfectly coiffed dark hair is Katrina Mendes.
Ex-girlfriend of Mitch Rapp.
She takes a seat beside you, the soft smell of Chanel wafting off her skin as she continues.
“Didn’t think a fragile little thing like you would survive a man like him.”
You knew what she was doing. Her younger sister, Annika , had warned you about this months ago. When you had accidentally ran into her at a golf tournament with Mitch. She loved him still. Despite the fact that she married someone new, moved across the world, she still loved and wanted him. Didn’t want anyone else to claim him.
You were a threat. You were beautiful, intelligent. charming and apparently upon Scott’s teasing, he spoke about you a lot. Katrina hated you. And reminded you every time she saw you.
“Surprised you’re here. Thought you’d be back in America with your husband. Oh wait, he’s in Japan with his mistress of the month.”
It was no secret her husband cheated on her. She even laughed about it but deep down you knew it killed her inside. Killed her that she chose a man like that over a man like Mitch. It made you even empathize for her…until she opened her mouth and you were reminded that karma was real.
She narrows her eyes at you before deliberately taking the large flute of champagne in her hand and slowly tilting it on your dress. On your $3,000 dress you had charged on your credit card that you had planned on returning tomorrow. You had only bought the navy blue gown to try to impress Mitch, hoping he would be charmed by the way it looked on your body.
It hadn’t and now, on top of rejection, she had ruined it and put you $3,000 in the hole.
“Have fun returning your De la Rented dress.” she smirks at you as you stand, the champagne trailing down the front of the long gown. You try to bite back tears, try not to bring too much attention to yourself as you pat at he gown down with a napkin before looking at her.
“I really hope you’re happy making other people’s life miserable Katrina. Because from what I hear, you used to be an awesome person and now, now you’re just a lonely bitch.”
You don’t notice the crowd of people who have been crowding around, watching the small scene unfold. Don’t see Mitch head toward you as you make your way down to the hallway to the family restroom. You don’t realize the tears that have been falling down your cheeks until you feel him grab your arm, turning you gently toward him.
“Y/N…” your name sounds different on his tongue and the way he’s looking at you has you sobbing harder. You try to push him away as he draws you to him, his large sculpted arms surrounding you as he whispers,
“Just let it all out.”
You don’t know why you’re crying. Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve wasted $3,000 on a dress that had made little impact in your life. Maybe its because you’ve been up since 4:30 because of him, trying to make his night perfect. You missed having a social life. Missed your mom and dad and siblings. Missed your small loft in London.
Missed all of this because of him and he didn’t even give a damn.
The thought drives your sobs deeper and his grip tightens around you as you cry harder, his large hands rubbing your back. His mouth hushes you and he rocks you before you start to calm down, your sobs tampering off and you pull away, shaking your head. You want to apologize for your unprofessionalism and you also wanted to tell him he could take his assistant job and fuck off but then his left hand is hooking under your chin as he tilts your head up to you.
“I can pay for your dress. I’m sorry she ruined it. But holy hell Y/N what did you expect when you wore something like this?”
His right hand that has never left your body tampers down your back as he pulls you closer to him.
“You’ve been driving everybody mad wearing this,” he eyes are shifting now, darkening around the pupils as he licks his lips. “It should be a condemned sin.”
His voice has dropped an octave and the deep bass draws a shiver up your spine. You give your lip a light bite and he gives a short groan, the pad of his thumb brushing over the exposed skin. His hand tightens around your waist as he whispers,
“You should be a condemned sin.”
You’re looking up at him confused, trying to register what he was saying. He watches you back, trying to get a read on you before he straightens, pulling from you.
“I hope you’re feeling better.” he croaks, backing away as he takes you in one last time before he turns on his heel. You stop him, your hand shooting for his arm. You walk around him, his hair covering his pinched eyes as you whisper,
“What do you mean by that Mitch?”
He doesn’t look at you as he manages out,
“I’ve drank too much. I shouldn’t…” he looks at you and groans. “You just, I should have asked you out and not have offered you a job.”
The words takes you off guard as he takes a deep sigh.
“You’re so goddamn sexy and smart and I felt terrible ruining your resumes,” he was referencing your encounter months ago. “That offering you a job was the best I could do. I thought you’d get burnt out and quit and then I could ask you out but you’re so damn good. So damn good at everything you do so I’ve been stuck pretending I don’t care when all I want is you.”
Your dumbstruck as he looks at you and groans, shrugging out of your embrace.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. We can leave, if you want.”
He’s looking past you and you’re trying to process it all.
He really did like you.
You grab his neck, drawing him down to you, your lips pressing against his. It catches him off guard for only a second before he’s registering your actions, his hands grabbing your hips as he pushes you flush against a wall. His kisses are needy and desperate as his tongue teases your mouth open and you are consumed by him. Your hands move to his hair, his beautiful dark tresses getting tangled in your delicate fingers as he moans in your mouth, pushing his hips into your naval.
You moan feeling his erection brush against you and he pulls away, his eyes frenzied with lust.
“Not here.” his voice is hoarse and deep as he grabs you and basically drags you into the family restroom you were seeking out earlier. He shuts the door, locking it before grabbing you and slamming you against the door. He lifts you, your long gown getting lost around him as your legs hooks around his waist and his mouth is on your collarbone, sucking on the skin.
“You are so damn gorgeous,” he mumbles along your skin, his mouth nipping at your neck. “Do you know that? Do you know that you’ve been driving me fucking insane in this dress” his hands trail up your gown, his hot fingers clashing with your cool thighs and his mouth has found yours. “Drove me insane the moment I picked you up and you were wearing this.” His hands ghost over your center and you give a small yelp, as he pulls back to look you in the eye.
“You’re not wearing any underwear.” he bites his lips as he glides his fingers up your wet folds and you shiver as you stumble out,
“I always run out of clean underwear and you came so early to pick me up I couldn’t go and buy a pair.”
His hands slowly traces up and down your pussy and he watches your face twist in pleasure.
“How many times have you worked with me without any panties on?”
“Honestly?” you bite down on your lip as his thumb slowly starts to tease against your clit and your hips rock against his finger. “Like most of the time. You don’t give me enough time to do my laundry.”
Your words are soft, barely coming in a whisper and he growls, sticking a finger into you as he begins his slow assault into your tight walls.
“You are so fucking wet,” he whispers as he looks at you, a wicked grin on his face. “Are you always this wet for me princess?”
You give a weak nod as he inserts another finger and you buck against him, your hands digging into his shoulders.
“I thought I smelled you the other week when we were at dinner.” You knew what he was referencing. He had taken you out for dinner after a long day at the office at a trendy sushi spot. He had been talking to you as his nimble fingers gracefully picked up one sushi after the other, the raw fish placed carefully in his mouth. You don’t know why it turned you on but it did. You wanted to know what those fingers would feel like in you, his mouth over yours.
Now you knew.
“Did I smell you princess?” he whispers a grin gracing his face and you give another weak nod and he growls, inserting a third finger in you. You arch your back against him, hands stuck in his hair as his mouth attacks your neck again.
“Tell me what had you so turned on so much?”
You give a weak mewl in silence and he pulls his fingers out, causing you to whine. He looks up at you with hooded eyes shaking his head.
“You have to use your words princess.”
“I was thinking about you finger fucking me.” you manage out, biting your lip as your cheeks flush over. He smiles as he sticks his fingers back in you, watching your face contort in pleasure again. His fingers curls up and hits you in that sweet spot and you feel your body tensing, clawing for release.
“Were you?”
You give a quick nod and he chuckles, his mouth getting close to your ear. His fingers are merciless know, pumping into you faster as his thumb brushes against your clit and you can feel that tension in your stomach build up.
“Wanna hear a secret princess?” he whispers against the shell of your ear and you hum, your body starting to give in to the pleasure he was delighting you to. “I’ve jacked off to you every night since I’ve met you, cumming all over my body from the thought of my dick being filled to the rim in you.”
That was all you needed. Between his fingers and the image of him jacking off to you your screaming his name, your fingers tangled in his hair as your walls flutter around his fingers. He groans, coaxing you through your climax as he watches you before he pulls from you, inserting all three of his fingers in his mouth. He gives a low moan as he sucks your essence off and pulls his fingers out with a pop before your leaning into him for a kiss.
He shifts, carrying you to the bathroom counter and slamming placing you down. He yanks at his suit, pulling down his pants and boxers as his cock springs free.
“Tonight I’ll make love to you the way you deserve,” he promises as he lines himself up at your entrance. “I’ll have you begging my name by the time I’m done with you but right now I just need you.”
His cock is teasing your folds as you look up at him, your eyes darkening as you thrust your hips forward. He stops you, something dark flickering in his eyes.
“What do you want princess?” he whispers and you moan as your hands pull at his shoulders.
“I want you.”
“You want me to what?” a satisfied smirk sits on his face and you rub your folds against his twitching cock.
“Want you to fuck me with your big fucking cock.”
He groans as he slowly thrusts into you, grabbing your hands and intertwining them with yours as he raises them above your head. His head falls in the crook of your neck as he bottoms out in you, his hair tickling your shoulders and you both give a satisfied moan. You rock your hips against him, enjoying the way he fills you to the brim and he moans as he pulls from you, his hips rocking out of you before slamming back in.
“Goddamn you are tight..” he whispers as he lifts himself enough to look at you, then his mouth is hot on yours as his body claims you.
His hips snap into you, desperately chasing after your orgasm before he lifts your leg and you’re getting hit in that special spot that has you screaming out his name.
“That’s right princess. Want you to cum all over my big cock.” he whispers, his hips in a frenzy as he watches you unwind underneath him. His finger finds your clit and flicks the sensitive area and you’re screaming his name again, your body shaking as you find sweet release. His hips are sloppily slapping against your as your walls tighten around before there milking him his body shaking uncontrollably as your arms find your way around his body.
You wait a beat before saying,
“Soooo…I’m guessing I have to quit. This is the highest level of conflicted interest if I’ve ever known one.”
He chuckles, his face tucked in your shoulder before pulling away and kissing you.
“I don’t want you to quit.”
“Wouldn’t that be -”
“Unless you want to. You’re free to work in any of our departments. You’re way too good to be an assistant.” he’s rambling, something he does when he’s nervous and you chuckle, leaning up and kissing him. He relaxes as you pull away, his lips tugged between your teeth before you whisper.
“Let’s worry about it tomorrow. I should at least get a year under your belt before we talk about commitment.”
He chuckles, wiggling against you and there’s a soft knock on the door and you both freeze before you hear Scott’s voice.
“…….so uhhh, I don’t mean to interrupt you two but ummmm,” he clears his throat though you can hear the humour in his voice. “Your dad is looking for you Mitch. For a photo.”
Mitch groans and you laugh, giving a lock of his hair a tug.
“Give us a minute Scott. We need to….make ourselves decent.”
“Uh huh.” You know he’s smiling as he walks away and Mitch’s eyes are glinting at you mischievously.
“How long do you think he’s been standing out there hearing you scream out my name?”
“Mitch! That’s your best friend!” you say in mock surprise and he laughs, shaking his head.
“Scott’s always had a thing for you.” he nuzzles his face in your neck before muttering. “Besides I have another round in me.”
His shimmies his hips against yours and you gasp at his dick hardening in you.
You both make it out of the bathroom thirty minutes later.
#mitch rapp#mitch rapp smut#mitch-tober#mitch month#american assassin#dylan o'brien smut#dylan o brien#dylan o'brien#dylan o'brian imagine#dylan obrien imagine#dylan obrien#mitch rapp imagine#mitchober
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Season 1, Episode 11: Formality
Hey there beautiful reader! If you’re new here, this is a series I’m writing where each chapter is an episode from the first season of Teen Wolf. If you’ve been here before, hey! I missed you! Previous and future chapters are linked at the end of each part if you want to catch up.
Pairing: Stiles x Psychic! Reader (FINALLY!)
Warnings: angsty angst angst
Notes: Does anyone still like this series? The last part kinda flopped 🤨
Anyway, I’m back and super excited bc my babies are FINALLY official and they only had to almost die like three times to do it!
P.S. Lydia has terrible taste in men, Y/N still sucks at being a psychic, and the high school desperately needs more security
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Have you ever had a day go so unbelievably sideways that you honestly can’t even comprehend how fucked up it is?
Yeah, welcome to my Friday.
“This is the worst! My life is literally over.”
I huffed in annoyance, my jaw dropping at the pure absurdity of that statement. “Scott, Peter tried kidnapping you this morning and you’re worried about a dance?”
He frowned from beside me, his shoulders sagging. Last night, Deaton tried making Stiles and I leave the clinic once he was all patched up, but we both refused. I still wasn’t completely convinced that he was alive until he woke up with a start this morning.
It didn’t take long for Peter to show up, demanding that we hand him over. Actually, I can’t really say we because the three of us hid in the back while Deaton somehow took care of it.
Derek was still hanging out in the Argent’s basement, probably being tortured by Kate but most likely dead by now. I tried talking to Allison when I got to school this morning, but she practically ran away from me when I brought it up. I had no idea how much she knew at this point, and it was freaking me out.
And, to top it all off, Scott was flunking so many classes that coach banned him from the dance tonight.
Clearly, that was the most pressing issue.
He was so desperate afterward that he asked Jackson to watch over Allison, since he is her date. He apparently refused because it’s Jackson, so Scott had been losing his mind with worry all day. He was convinced that Peter would be after her next, but I wasn’t so sure.
She wasn’t an obvious choice. I mean, her family is literally just a bunch of professional werewolf hunters. Adding her to his pack wouldn’t make much sense.
“I just—I can’t sit by and watch him try to kill everyone I love.” Scott forced a hand through his hair with a heavy sigh.
My steps faltered and I peered over at him, my eyebrows raised in surprise. “You love her?”
“Oh,” His eyes widened as he realized what he said. “Yeah. I do. Holy shit. I love her.”
I watched as his lips slowly pulled into a grin, relieved that he wasn’t freaking out for a moment. It’d been pretty obvious for awhile that they loved each other, and I was honestly shocked it had taken him this long to acknowledge it, but happy for him nonetheless.
“That’s it. I’m going tonight.” His face hardened with determination before he turned on his heel and walked away briskly.
“Okay. Bye to you too!” I chuckled, curious to see how he’d manage to sneak in.
I only made it a few steps before someone rammed into my side forcefully. A pair of hands gripped my arms to steady me as I nearly toppled over. My eyes narrowed as they landed on Stiles’ sheepish expression.
“Hey. Sorry.” He let me go quickly and scratched at the back of his head. “Where have you been?”
“Class..?” I drawled slowly, my eyes trailing over his twitchy frame slowly. He seemed more wired than normal, which was saying a lot.
His chest was heaving as if he’d just run a mile—which I’d recently learned he was surprisingly incapable of—and his eyes were shining with barely contained anxiety.
“I just...uh—I have a, I’ve been trying to...will you go to formal with me?” He rushed the words out so quickly, it took me a second to process them.
I just stared at him, waiting a moment to see if he was going to follow that up with anything else. “You mean the one that’s tonight? Are you serious?”
His honey eyes widened, as if he wasn’t expecting that response. I mean, what else was I supposed to say? I’d been waiting for him to ask me for almost two weeks now, and he waits until the day of? Who does that?
“Uh,” He glanced away from me quickly, his cheeks turning pink under the fluorescent lights. “Not if you’re going to say no.”
I just rolled my eyes, ignoring the way my heart began fluttering at the thought of going with him. I took a step forward so that there were only a few inches separating us and leaned up to place a gentle kiss on his cheek.
“It’s a date.” I patted his chest before walking away, an amused smirk pulling at my lips at his stunned expression.
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I let my fingers trail over the frilly materials hanging in front of me as I took in my options. I was failing miserably at finding something decent to wear tonight. I wasn’t used to dressing up or being overly girly, so I had no idea where to start. I’d really just been standing here for the last several minutes, overwhelmed by all the colors and textures.
Allison was standing to my left, inspecting a few dresses in a full length mirror. Lydia was long gone somewhere behind me with a mountain of cloth in her arms. I picked up a knee-length blue dress and decided it wouldn’t hurt to try it on.
I saw someone approaching Allison out of my corner of my eye and glanced her way fleetingly, but froze as my gaze locked with Peter’s. I looked around, not fully believing that he was here, before jerking my attention back to him. He gave me a slow, amused smirk before shifting his eyes toward her. My head whipped back to the dresses in front of me, my entire body going rigid as I tried not to alarm her.
Maybe Scott had been right this afternoon. But would he really try to turn her now? In the middle of the mall?
“That’s not your color.” I heard him murmur, and stole another look their way. I didn’t want Allison to catch on that I knew him, or that anything was wrong. Very, very wrong.
Allison shifted her weight, looking uncomfortable as he stared at her intensely. “Sorry if that was intrusive but, considering your skin tone, I’d go lighter.”
“Because I’m pale?” She asked quietly, somehow not questioning the fashion advice from a strange man.
“Fair.” He corrected, his head tilting as he tried to look well-meaning. “I mean, you can’t call skin like yours pale. Not skin that perfect...”
“Okay.” She laughed awkwardly and put the dress she was considering back on the rack beside her.
“Trust me, I have a...unique perspective on the subject.” She nodded and turned to walk away with a tight smile, obviously weirded out, but he stepped to the side so she couldn’t get away. My skin crawled at the predatory gleam in his eyes as he practically sized her up.
She watched nervously as he grabbed a new dress from the rack behind him and took her hand in his. She reeled back instantly at the unwelcome touch, but that didn’t stop him from bringing her skin up beside the material for comparison. “See? Much better.”
I’d heard enough. I took the few steps needed to close the distance between us, my heart racing in my chest. I wasn’t convinced that he was stupid enough to try anything wolfy in public, but I wasn’t about to take any chances, either. I stopped at her side and grabbed her wrist gently. Her wide eyes jerked toward me, swimming with relief.
“Hey, Lydia needs help in the dressing room.” I rushed the lie out quickly, barely registering that she nodded in understanding before pulling her away.
I didn’t even spare another glance at Peter as I weaved through the narrow isles briskly, not stopping until I found Lydia clear on the other end of the store. She actually was by the dressing rooms, posing to herself in a full length mirror. I staggered to a halt at the sight of the champagne dress she had on. It was somehow...familiar?
“That was so creepy.” Allison muttered quietly as she shook my hand off and plopped down onto one of the plush chairs beside the mirrors.
I walked right up to Lydia, unable to stop myself as I continued inspecting her dress. She watched me for a moment and raised her eyebrows expectantly when my gaze rose to meet hers. My face pinched in confusion. There was a persistent nagging at the back of my mind as I looked at her, like there was something I should be picking up on. But I just couldn’t place it.
“I think that’s the one.” I jumped as Allison suddenly spoke up from behind us. I cleared my throat and took a step away from Lydia, realizing how weird I was being.
She turned away from me with one last questioning glance before giving herself a satisfied smile in the mirror, her hands smoothing down the silky material before resting on her hips.
“Me too.” She spun around excitedly and disappeared behind one of the dressing room curtains.
I couldn’t explain it, but I suddenly felt my stomach twist as a dark cloud of dread washed over me.
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I looked over Stiles’ shoulder, the hardwood floors beneath my feet vibrating as loud music rang throughout the space. We were slow dancing for the second time tonight, my arms locked around his neck and my head resting against his chest. It was really nice, being this close to him. It helped lower the base level of anxiety I’d been fighting all day.
It’d been nearly an hour since I last saw any of our friends. We all met up with our respective dates at the start of the dance, Lydia having brought a random lacrosse player since Jackson was with Allison. Just then, my eyes found them dancing stiffly a few couples away, but the sight did little to calm my nerves.
He was completely wasted at this point, since he thought it was a good idea to bring a flask of vodka with him, and she was just trying to make the best of it until we all went home. It was clear that neither of them wanted to be here together, but Scott had pretty much threatened him into watching over her, and she didn’t want to be without a date.
Scott successfully snuck in through the roof—don’t ask me how—and was managing to keep an eye on them while dodging coach all night. My eyes swept over the room, seeing nothing but familiar faces, just not the one I was looking for.
Stiles suddenly pulled back and my arms loosened from around his neck. His eyes rounded as they flickered around my face with concern. “You okay?”
I glanced over his shoulder again, feeling uncomfortable under his intense gaze. I didn’t want to lie to him, but I also didn’t know how to explain the uneasy feeling I’d had since we got here. My dancing faltered as I noticed that Jackson and Allison were gone.
“Have you seen Lydia recently?” I asked absently, my eyes still sweeping around the gym quickly.
I took a step away from Stiles and turned all the way around, my chest tightening with anxiety. For some reason, I felt like I needed to find her. Right now. Or something terrible was going to happen. My anxiety was quickly rising to panic when I didn’t see her anywhere.
“Y/N?” Stiles put a hand on my shoulder and I glanced back to see him watching me closely, his brows pinched in confusion.
“I have to...” My skin was crawling with the intense need to get out of here. Something was wrong. I could just feel it. I leaned forward to place a quick kiss on his cheek, already feeling guilty for what I was about to do. “I’m sorry. I’ll be right back.”
I started jogging away before he could try and stop me. My legs had a mind of their own as I stumbled through the dense crowd toward the exit. I braced my hands against the gym doors and pushed my way through, stopping for a moment as they fluttered closed behind me to consider where she could be. I huffed, feeling an urgency deep inside me that was only growing with each passing moment.
I turned on my heel to keep moving, and slammed right into a hard chest. I reeled back, ready to brush past whoever it was, but stopped when I saw that it was Jackson. His chest was heaving, as if he’d been running, and his eyes were wide with fear.
“Jackson?” I asked tentatively, the look he was giving me only increasing my unease.
He stammered silently for a few seconds, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly. His eyes fluttered as they glanced away from me apprehensively. He was acting like he’d just seen a ghost, or maybe something worse.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” I pressed, taking a step toward him.
He gulped and let out a shuddering sigh. “I-I was out behind the school and...and I was...”
“What? What did you do?” My voice hardened with frustration as I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously. He had definitely been up to something, if his guilt-ridden expression was any indication. I momentarily forgot what I was supposed to be doing as my curiosity peaked.
“I-I told...Allison’s dad, he was...”
My heart skipped a beat with panic at his words. Mr. Argent was behind the school? Why would he...
Oh shit.
Oh my God.
Without even sparing him another glance, I rushed past him and straight down the hall. Within seconds I was outside, the freezing night air causing my skin to rise with goosebumps instantly. My head whipped from side to side as I tried to figure out which way to go. On instinct, I starting running toward the lacrosse field.
My heart was hammering painfully in my chest as I sprinted as fast as humanly possible. I was suddenly very glad that I’d chosen to wear ballet flats tonight, instead of the heels Lydia had tried forcing me to buy. I let my intuition guide me as I kept going until I reached the edge of the field.
I staggered to a stop, my eyes widening at the sight of Lydia standing at the other end. Her back was to me as she walked around slowly, looking lost. I opened my mouth to call her name, feeling my chest loosen just slightly at the fact that she was okay.
I froze, my whole body growing rigid with fear as Peter suddenly emerged from the tree line just outside the field. His figure was mostly cloaked by the bright stadium lights as he approached her, and it didn’t seem like she’d seen him yet.
“Lydia!” I screamed, finally finding my voice through the panic coursing through me. I started running in her direction again, having no plan but just needing to be there with her.
She whipped around at the sound of her name, but made no move to get away. There was nothing I could do but watch in horror as Peter stalked toward her and opened his mouth wide, his eyes flashing bright red. She didn’t react nearly fast enough.
By the time I reached them, she was laying in a crumpled heap on the turf, blood splattered across her dress. All the air rushed from my lungs as a heavy sense of déjà vu washed over me.
Of course, how could I be so stupid? It was the vision I’d seen when Derek helped me, finally playing out in real life.
I let out a trembling breath, my chest feeling like it would collapse any second from the intense pressure. My mind went blank as Peter kneeled over her body, blood dripping down his face. His eyes, still red, slowly swept up to meet mine.
“Well, they don’t usually run toward me, but I’ll take it.” He muttered lowly, an amused smirk twitching at his lips.
My eyes were still locked onto Lydia’s unconscious frame beneath him. Her new dress was ripped, the red stain at her hip growing alarmingly fast. My heart clenched painfully and tumbled down into my stomach at the sight.
I was too late.
Peter took his time standing to his full height. I could feel his intense gaze on me, watching me closely, but I couldn’t look away from Lydia. She was so...broken. A wave of nausea washed over me and I forced my eyes to meet his.
My vision blurred as I tried desperately to catch my breath. “Is she dead?”
My voice was barely above a hoarse whisper, my entire body trembling. It was from the overwhelming terror being this close to Peter initiated, but I wasn’t just scared. I was angry. I knew something was going to happen all day, and I ignored my instincts. I saw this very thing happen weeks ago, but did nothing. And now, Lydia might be dead. Because of me.
Peter hummed low in his throat, his eyes scanning me from head to toe before glancing down at her fleetingly. “Not at the moment.”
A few tears escaped down my cheeks as I tore my gaze away from him to look at her again. I wasn’t even sure if she was breathing. If she was still alive, it was just barely.
My panic only rose as I thought about how unlikely it was that I’d get out of this situation in time to bring her to a hospital. Her chances of survival were dropping by the second. And mine too, probably.
“Tell me, Y/N, what do you see in my future?” Peter look a slow step toward me, and I stumbled back to keep some distance between us.
My eyes jerked up to his as I stiffened, a shiver wracking my body as I became more aware of the freezing temperature. “How do you know about that?”
The earth crunched beneath his shoes as he stalked toward me. I stood impossibly still, knowing I wouldn’t be able to escape him. He didn’t stop until he loomed only inches away.
“How does anyone know anything?” He murmured hoarsely into my ear, and I recoiled back, my stomach clenching painfully in disgust. My eyes pinched shut as one of his hands came up to brush a stray lock of hair away from my face. “You, my dear, would make a fantastic beta.”
My eyes jerked open again and I took a miniscule step away from him, my hands clenching into fists at my sides. “Trust me, I wouldn’t. I’ve been told I can be really annoying. I wouldn’t make a good beta. Or a good anything, really. I’m hardly a psychic. You should just keep searching because, you know, whatever it is you’re looking for...isn’t me.”
“Oh, I think I’m willing to take my chances.” Time seemed to slow as his eyes flashed bright red, his mouth opening wide to show his razor sharp canines.
I whipped around, ready to at least attempt running for my life, but instantly froze at the sight of Stiles barreling toward us.
“No!” I shouted frantically, my heart leaping into my throat with panic.
A strong arm wrapped around my stomach and wrenched me backward. I slammed against Peter’s chest, hard. The air was knocked out of my lungs from the force, just as a clawed hand snaked around my throat.
Stiles lurched to a stop in front of us, his dress shoes slipping on the damp turf. He flailed to the ground before popping back up instantly, his eyes wide with horror as they glanced down at Lydia before landing on me.
“Don’t kill her. Please.” His voice was trembling with desperation as he held a hand out toward us hesitantly.
The tips of Peter’s claws dug into my skin and I winced, tears now running freely down my face. I was terrified. For myself, Lydia, and now Stiles. Peter had killed many times before, and there was literally nothing stopping him now. Stiles’ eyes flickered to my neck, his jaw clenching tightly.
“Of course not. Just tell me how to find Derek.” Peter drawled, as if he wasn’t currently poised to do the opposite.
“W-what?” Stiles stammered, seemingly surprised by that request. His gaze was still firmly planted on Peter’s hand.
I felt a sharp stabbing at the base of my throat and my lips parted as a shuddering gasp escaped me. He was surely drawing blood at this point. Stiles’ eyes widened with alarm at the sight and his hand jerked toward us as if he were itching to intervene.
“Tell me how to find Derek Hale.” Peter leaned down, his warm breath fanning my shoulder. I tried jerking my head away, my heart lurching in my chest at his close proximity, but didn’t get far with his tight hold around me.
“I don’t know that! How would I know that?” Stiles’ voice rose to a frantic shout, his chest heaving as his glistening eyes finally moved up to Peter.
“You’re the clever one, aren’t you? And because deception has a very particularly accurate scent, Stiles. Tell me the truth. Or I will rip her apart.”
As if to prove the validity behind his words, his hand tightened around my throat. I instantly started pulling at his fingers as I felt my airway closing. My lips parted in a silent gasp, my lungs spasming painfully as I tried to force a breath in.
“Look. I don’t know! Okay?” Stiles rushed the words out in a complete panic, his eyes darting between Peter and my neck. Tiny black spots dotted my vision as I felt myself growing faint. “I swear—I swear to God I have no idea!”
Peter hummed low in his throat, his chest vibrating against my back. “Wrong again.”
Everything that happened next must’ve taken place in only a few seconds, but they seemed to drag on and on. Peter’s head jerked down to my left shoulder, his teeth digging into my skin easily. A scream tore through my throat as he finally released it, my vision blurring as unbearable pain rippled along my upper body.
Stiles face crumbled in utter horror and he lunged toward me just as Peter’s arms disappeared. I tried gasping for breath as I sagged to the ground, but my body just wasn’t cooperating. It felt like Stiles caught me, but I couldn’t be sure as I lost all feeling in my limbs.
Then, everything went black.
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I stirred, already wincing in pain as I slowly regained consciousness. A high pitched droning was the only sound in my otherwise quiet surroundings. My eyes fluttered open and instantly squinted against the harsh fluorescent lights above me.
Everything felt heavy. I sluggishly started turning my head away from the lights, but jerked to a stop as searing pain radiated from my shoulder. My face fell into a grimace as a pitiful groan escaped my lips.
Something shuffled at the foot of my bed and I froze. My heart jumped in my chest with panic. Memories of Peter came flooding back all at once, and I started trembling with fear at the unknown presence.
Stiles jerked upright, appearing at my side a split second later. I let out a small sigh of relief, wincing as my lungs angrily protested each breath I took. My body began relaxing as I realized I was safe.
“Oh my God! Y/N!” He practically yelled in my face as he leaned down over me. “Are you okay? Wait, that’s a stupid question. How are you feeling? Does it hurt?”
One of his hands disappeared beneath the thin mesh blanket covering my body and he pulled out a hallow cord with a small switch in the middle. “If it hurts you can push this button as much as you want and I won’t tell. You’ll be higher than a kite, but—”
“Stiles.” My voice was barely above a hoarse whisper as I interrupted his frantic rambling. “I feel okay. Just tired.”
Truthfully, I hadn’t been awake long enough to know how I felt. I’d gathered that I was in the hospital, but obviously didn’t know much else. My entire left side hurt like hell.
My eyes trailed over Stiles quickly, noting that he was still wearing his clothes from the dance. His white button up was stained with blood and dirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His black jacket had been discarded on a table by the door.
Maybe it hadn’t been long, then?
“Seriously?” He sagged down into the chair that sat beside my bed, his eyes widening in surprise. “You were asleep for almost thirty hours.”
“I was what?” I planted my hands on either side of my hips and pushed myself up, ignoring the pain that ripped through my shoulder at the movement.
How the hell had I been out that long? That meant it was already Sunday, although probably somewhere around midnight. Too many panicked thoughts invaded my mind at once to make sense out of any one of them.
Stiles bolted back to his feet and pushed me against the bed with a disapproving glare. “It was actually twenty eight hours, forty seven minutes, and sixteen seconds, if that makes you feel better.”
“You know what, somehow it does.” I huffed sarcastically with a roll of my eyes, wiggling around on the hard mattress in an effort to get comfortable again.
Stiles twitched his eyes at me while he sat back down apprehensively, as if not trusting me to stay put. He brought a hand up to rub at the back of his neck as he glanced down to my injured shoulder. “I’m so sorry, Y/N...”
“For what?” My brows furrowed in confusion. I really had no idea why he would be apologizing. There was definitely a list of people that should feel bad right now, but he wasn’t one of them.
“I should’ve listened. If I’d just told him what he wanted...” He let out a heavy sigh and rested his elbows onto his knees before dropping his head into his hands.
I reached out and took one of his hands in mine, rubbing my fingers across his skin soothingly as he looked up at me cautiously. He had no reason to blame himself. Peter had already proven time and time again that he’s literally insane, and I’d made the stupid decision to run toward him mid-attack. I had a feeling he would’ve bitten me either way, regardless of anything Stiles did.
“It’s not your fault.” His lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes glistening with a slew of intense emotions.
I didn’t even have time to start deciphering them before he sat forward in his chair, his face hardening with determination. “I should’ve brought this up before I had to watch you almost die, but...you’re not—you know, how you are with me...with any other guys, right?”
His voice was timid as he struggled to stutter out the words. My heart swelled in my chest as my lips pulled up into a small smile. That was the most adorable, perfect, Stiles way of phrasing that question. For a moment, I forgot about all my worries.
“Stilinski, are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”
His eyes twitched as he squeezed his fingers around mine minutely. “Only if you’re gonna say yes.”
I didn’t even have to think about it for a second.
“Of course I’m saying yes, you dork.” I let out a breathy giggle as a big grin took over his face.
His caramel eyes shined with happiness as he brought my hand against his mouth to place a gentle kiss on my fingers. It was about damn time we had that conversation. I honestly shouldn’t be surprised that it took us this long to make things official, considering how stubborn we both are. Regardless, it felt amazing to finally be able to call him my boyfriend.
My boyfriend, Stiles. It had a nice ring to it.
I only let myself relish the moment for a few more seconds before finally asking about the one thing I’d been dreading thinking about since waking up.
“How’s Lydia? Is she...?” I trailed off, not able to say the word out loud.
When I’d seen her last, she was only moments away from death. I was sure of it. If I’d been here this long from a bite to the shoulder, I couldn’t imagine the damage that had been done to her. My heart clenched with regret as I thought back to all the moments I could’ve done something differently that would’ve saved her.
Stiles winced beside me, hesitating for a long moment before answering in a quiet mumble. “She’s uh...missing.”
“Excuse me?” I instantly tried bolting upright at his words, my anxiety skyrocketing. Missing? How could she be missing?
He guided me back down gently with a hand on my uninjured shoulder, his eyes narrowing again in warning. “Yeah. She just kinda disappeared from her room this morning.”
It was like he could sense that I was about to try getting up again, as he peered down at me sternly and pressed his hand down more firmly. “My dad already has the entire department out searching. There’s nothing you can do.”
My mind was racing with anxious, jumbled thoughts. She could’ve been taken if no one was sitting by her bedside like Stiles had clearly done for me. Or, she could’ve run away. But why would she do that? She was in the hospital. Where she was safe and getting treatment. I guess, there was always a chance that she’d taken to the bite and shifted already...
I didn’t know what any of this meant for me. I could only assume at this point that I wasn’t a werewolf. I mean, my shoulder clearly hadn’t miraculously healed yet. I figured, if I were, it would’ve done so by now. I was just incredibly glad—and lucky—to be alive.
My eyes met Stiles’ as he leaned back in his chair and inspected me closely. He kept glancing toward the place where Peter had bitten me as he drummed his fingers against his lips. It was like he couldn’t tear his gaze away.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I breathed, suddenly nervous. His anxious expression couldn’t mean anything good.
“There’s something I keep—something Derek said awhile ago that I can’t get out of my head.” He mumbled, his eyebrows furrowing in apprehension.
I looked at him expectantly, urging him to continue. He was seriously starting to freak me out.
“The bite—he said it either kills you...and I think we’re good on that one...”
I glowered at his poorly timed sarcasm as his eyes continued flickering between my own and my shoulder. He swallowed thickly, and I could practically see his heart racing as he let out a ragged sigh. He finally caught my gaze, twitching uncomfortably in his seat.
“Or it changes you.”
Well, shit.
Episode 10 Episode 12
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Mate
Summary: Derek reveals the real reason he avoids the reader.
Pairing: Derek Hale x black!reader
Warnings: Mentions of smut & violence
A/N: My Derek fic is finally finished! Now I gotta work on Peter’s
Moving to Beacon Hills wasn’t your choice. Your mom told you she had a dream and that Beacon Hills is where you’ll find your destiny. She was right, well at least you think she was. It’s hard to tell when your destiny refuses to spend time with you.
The first day you got to town you bumped into him. You just walked out of the gas station when you saw a group of familiar hunters harass him and vandalized his car. Immediately, you knew he was a werewolf if the hunters were messing with him, but you weren’t gonna let them treat him like that.
Your family was probably the only group of hunters who didn’t have an immediate distaste for werewolves and thanks to that you were blessed. A long time ago, an ancestor of yours saved a werewolf, who was being framed for murders in his village. Grateful for his compassion, the werewolf’s witch lover casted a spell on your bloodline. It allowed your family to be enhanced: faster, stronger, faster healing, and better sight and smell. Basically, your family was like Buffy the Vampire Slayer for werewolves. Except, most of the time you spent protecting werewolves instead of hunting them. The only time you hunted them were when there was strong evidence that one was killing people, like the Alpha here in Beacon Hills.
So, when you saw hunters messing with him, knowing he couldn’t do anything about without putting himself at risk, you had to do something. Just a flash of your new deputy badge and an utterance of your renowned last name had them scattering. And you what did you get in a return? A gruff thank you and he drove off without giving you his name.
Derek Hale was his name. You learned it the next day, when Chris Argent came to your house. The only Argent you’ve ever met was Kate and you couldn’t stand her, but her brother didn’t seem too bad, just another judgmental hunter. Kate on the other hand seemed certifiable crazy.
He warned you there was an alpha werewolf running loose and killing people, and he would love to have a hunter of your caliber to help him hunt the thing down. You declined his offer in a heartbeat. After working with his sister once you vowed to never to work with an Argent again.
The next time you saw Derek Hale was when him looking half dead and your boss’s son showed up on your doorstep. He been shot by Kate and the poison was working through him.
While Stiles raided your kitchen for snacks, you inspected Derek’s wound. Being that close to him, you got a better smell of his scent and it was intoxicating despite the poison in his blood. As you inspected it, he leaned in closer to you and you could’ve sworn he growled, “Mine,” but you disregarded it.
Unfortunately, you didn’t have what you needed to cure him, so you had to wait for Scott to find it at the Argent’s household. And in true Scott fashion he showed up at the last minute with the cure.
The downfall of Derek Hale is he’s a grumpy and pushes people away. You noticed it when you first met him, you noticed it with his interactions with Stiles, and you noticed it after he got smart right after Scott just saved his life. His disposition didn’t make him the easiest to trust, so you understood why Scott would rather trust the Argents. But both you and Derek knew the truth about them. They were a dangerous group of hunters.
Surprisingly, Derek dragged you along with him to show Scott the truth about the Argents. The three of you, ended up in a hospital room that housed Derek’s injured uncle. After Chris Argent told you about Derek, you looked him up at work and found out about the fire that killed his family. You had no doubt the Argents had a hand in it.
Soon after that, Derek and you spent more time together. Most of the time, you two were trying to figure out who the alpha was, but it was still quality time. He even let you talk him into watching a movie with you once.
With you, Derek wasn’t his usual grumpy self. He was reserved, never really opening up to you, but he could be really kind. The only time he seemed to cop an attitude with you was when you talked about the lawyer, who was always flirting with you.
That’s how you ended up at the Hale house. Last night you got stood up by lawyer bae and when you bumped into him at the grocery store, he scurried off. There’s only one person you know that makes people run off like that and his name is Derek Hale.
The tirade you had planned died out as soon as you saw Derek’s bare back as he was doing pull-ups on the doorframe.
“Well,” he said as his only acknowledgment to you. He didn’t even turn back to look at you, when he jumped down to do some impressive one-armed push-ups.
You didn’t like being ignored, so you sat on his back hoping to mess up his push-ups. Did it work? No. But were you impressed? Hell yeah! You weren’t a light chick; you had a curvier body that most wouldn’t think could keep up in the hunter lifestyle.
“Well what?” You asked, getting tired of only hearing his grunts, which by the way gave you some very naughty thoughts but that’s beside the point.
“You gonna cuss me out or what? I can smell your anger,” he held his push-up as he thought if he should finish his sentence, “…and other things.”
“What other things?” Your voice went up an octave.
Abruptly, Derek stopped his push-ups, jumped to his feet, and caught you before you could tumble to the ground. For balance you had to wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist.
This was the closest to his face you’ve ever been to his face. Derek was even more beautiful up close. Unconsciously, you ran your nose along the length of his neck, and he smelled amazing, but there was something underneath his natural scent. Taking another sniff, you knew what you were smelling. It was arousal. Derek was aroused and you think you had a hand in it.
Smiling down at you, he asked. “Like what you’re smelling?” Derek Hale should smile more because it was dazzling.
“No! You stink!” You tried to unwrap yourself from him, but he gripped you tighter and put you against the wall. There was no guessing if he was aroused, because you could feel it between your legs and boy was it big.
“Aren’t you tired of this little dance?” Derek’s face was getting dangerously close to yours and if he got any closer you wouldn’t be responsible for what you did next.
“What dance,” you asked, entranced by his lips.
Gripping your chin, so your eyes met his, Derek replied, “The one where we pretend, we’re not attracted to each other.”
Since, he was so closed off, you tried to ignore your feelings for him, but never in a million years did you think Derek felt the same. “When did you-,” abruptly Derek covered your mouth to silence you. It was a little faint to you, but to Derek you knew the sound of 3 hunters were crisp to him.
Quickly, he bounded up the stairs and stuffed you in a closet. “Stay here.”
Apparently, your face said that you weren’t gonna listen, because Derek had to repeat himself with his blue eyes glowing.
From what you heard, Derek took down the first two hunters with ease, but the third caught him off guard. Focusing your hearing, the hunter’s voice became clear. It was fucking Kate Argent. Now there was no way you were staying put.
“Put it down,” you ordered while drawing your gun.
“Wow, you really are here. I thought Chris was lying when he said you moved to town and working as a deputy. What a waste of talent. We could really use your help tracking down the Alpha.” The thing about Kate that irked you the most was that she always had that stupid smug smirk on her face and right now, you wanted to knock it off.
Ignoring her, you looked over her shoulder to Derek, “You ok?”
“I thought I told you to stay in the closet.” Derek’s ungrateful ass growled at you. That’s why you can never do him a favor.
Kate looked between you two. “Oh, am I interrupting a lover’s quarrel?”
At the same time, both of you said, “We’re not dating.”
Kate turned to you, ignoring the gun you had in your hand. “Just between us girls, me and him dated once.” Her little revelation left you stunned to the point where you didn’t notice her pull out the machine gun.
Derek threw you over his shoulder and ran to the woods. Once, he felt there was enough distance he stopped and set you down. “Are you hurt?”
“No,” you answered, but it didn’t matter. Derek was inspecting your body making sure there were no wounds. Eventually, he was satisfied, and he hugged you like he never wanted to let go.
“I can’t believe I thought this could work,” Derek whispered to himself, letting you go.
His pacing made you feel bad. There was only one emotion you were truly used to see Derek have, which was anger. But to see him nervous made you nervous.
To qualm his and your nerves, you tried to hug him, but he shrugged out of it. “That can’t happen. We can’t happen!”
“Why not?” You shouted. This was the first time you acknowledged to Derek that you were indeed attracted to him.
“Because everything good in my life ends up dead! Most of my family, my sister, and if you keep hanging around me, it’ll be you too eventually. I can’t let my mate die because of me.”
Mate? A werewolf having a soulmate was just a myth. Derek had to be confused. “Excuse me, did you just say mate?”
Derek looked up at you from his spot on the ground. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re my mate.”
“Derek that’s impossible. There hasn’t been a mated bond in centuries and its only between two werewolves, not one,” you tried to reason with him.
Hopping to his feet, Derek stalked towards you until your back hit the tree and he trapped you. “When did you meet me?”
The heat coming off of him was too much, you had to look down at your feet to be comfortable to answer. “The first day I moved here.”
Firmly gripping your chin, Derek forced you to look at him. “And since that day, has there been a day you haven’t thought about me? Because I can tell you, I’ve thought about you every single fucking day since that day at the gas station. Do you know how much restraint it took me not to kill Dale? What kind of name is Dale and who would even name their kid that?” Derek rambled on.
Was Derek actually jealous? To test your theory, you decided to test his buttons. “I don’t know. I think Dale is a cute name and it fits him so perfectly. Like have you seen him smile? It’s a work of art. I’m really upset that I didn’t go on that date with him.”
Derek was sporting his signature scowl and you had to stop yourself from laughing. It was too easy to rile him up. “Mines,” he growled and this time there was no tricking yourself that you misheard him this time.
Your mom did tell you your destiny was in Beacon Hills and you believed it was Derek, but you didn’t think it would mean him being your mate. When you found out about Derek, you thought you were to help him find the Alpha that killed his sister and maybe break him out of that hard shell of his, but being his mate was something that never crossed your mind.
The mate bond hasn’t happened in so long most thought it was a myth. And it certainly didn’t occur between a werewolf and a human. The closest connection between a werewolf and a human was for the human to be an anchor.
The mate bond is just a much stronger version of an anchor. A werewolf could share a telepathic bond with their mate, but more importantly it made each wolf physically stronger. It had to do something about the two wolves becoming one and complimenting each other strengths and weaknesses.
Logically, it made no sense for you and Derek to be mates. What strengths did you have that he already didn’t?
“You make me a better person,” Derek interrupted your thoughts.
“Excuse me?”
“There’s no doubt I can be asshole, but you straighten me out. You mellow me out. I’m a lot more sympathetic than I used to be. It doesn’t matter if I can break a door down, you are by far the strongest of us two.”
Derek had you shook. How did he know what you were thinking? “Did you uh- did you um, read my mind?”
“Yeah, um, sorry. I didn’t mean to. Our connection can be so strong at times and it lets us share a telepathic bond.”
“So, you mean to tell me that we’re not even properly mated yet, but we’re already sharing the telepathic bond!? And you still want to keep me away!?” You shrieked. You were in disbelief because a telepathic bond between mates only occurred after they’re formally mated, and it happens only to the strongest of mates. Thus, Derek Hale was royally fucking up.
Gripping your chin tightly, Derek made you look at him. “It’s for your own good. Even being friends with me is risky and I don’t think I’ll survive if something happens.”
Pissed that Derek thought you were some fragile little being, you decided to give him no choice but to be with you. “I guess I’ll just have to call Dale and screw his brains out. At least he’ll appreciate me.”
Barely five steps to your car and Derek tackled you to the ground. He hovered over you fully wolfed out.
“Aww, is the big bad wolf mad,” you mocked him, making him wrap his hand around your throat and lifting you up to him. “Last time I’ll tell you this: you’re mines.”
Five simple five words sparked something in him. “Then prove it to me.” Derek flipped you over on your knees and pulled you flushed against him.
He trailed kisses down your neck until he abruptly stopped. “If I wasn’t so picky about our first time, I’d fuck you right here and show you who you belong to.” Derek claimed before lifting you to your feet.
Once he heard the hunters leave, he walked you back to your car silently. “How about this Friday we go to an early dinner and then go to Scott’s game?” Derek offered once you got back to your car.
You smiled up at him, happy he was finally coming to his senses. “And Stiles’,” you corrected him.
Immediately Derek’s face went sour at the mention of the goofy teen. “Admit it, you love him.”
“He’s annoying.”
“He’s cute.”
“He’s a pain in my ass.”
“You’re a pain in my ass.”
Derek’s forehead crinkled at the insult. “Fine. We’ll go to dinner then to Scott’s and Stiles’ game.”
“Great and you’ll be nicer to both of the boys,” you negotiated.
“We’re not even together and you’re already bossing me around.” Derek groaned, rubbing his temple.
Punching him in the shoulder, you scoffed, “I’ve been bossing you around, I just had to be more manipulative before.”
“True.” Derek leaned down and kissed you. “Well, as part of my demands, you can’t talk to Dale anymore.”
“Fine. It was your fault I was talking to him anyway. If you would’ve told me sooner, then I wouldn’t have to worry about him.”
“Fair point,” Derek ushered you into your car. “Call me when you get home and if you see Kate in public please don’t say anything to her.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll just beat her ass instead.”
Derek smacked his forehead at your stubbornness. “Y/N,” he growled. “Aren’t we teaching Scott how to control himself?”
“Yeah, what’s that gotta do with me?” Your upper lip snarled like you smelled a dead animal.
“Then shouldn’t you be a good example by showing control?”
Nodding your head side to side, you thought about your answer. “Yeah, I’ll show control by not beating her ass in front of Scott and her niece. How about that?”
Giving up on the conversation, Derek gave you a kiss on the cheek through your window. “Remember to call me. I don’t trust them not to attack you since they know you’re on my side.”
“I will.” You secured yourself with the seatbelt and stared at Derek, pondering if you really wanted to say what was on your tongue. Making your decision, you went for it as you put your car in drive. “Bye, mate.”
Derek’s eyes flashed blue and he returned the same departing words with a smile. “Bye, mate.”
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Teen Wolf 2020
it’s 2020 and corona is a bitch :) the wolves might not be able to get sick but they still wear their masks bcs they could still be carriers so *clears throat* WEAR YOUR MASKS Y’ALL!! this is very much a no one dies/everybody lives au :)
[CROSSPOSTED ON: AO3]
Scott McCall - age 26
this cute nerd. he studied veterinary medicine which takes about 4 years so he graduated in 2017 and works as Deaton’s partner at the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic. he’s dating Isaac (bcs he came back from France with Argent, remember) and Kira (she came back from the Skinwalkers in 2019 and has a proper grasp on her powers). sorry scalia shippers but it’s not really my thing-
Stiles Stilinski - age 26
NERD. anywho- FBI dork became an agent in 2019 whoo and lives in DC with Lydia, Derek and Braeden. he’s dating Lydia and Derek and things are pretty chill - he yells at arseholes who refuse to wear their masks bcs ‘it’s uncomfortable :(’ like bite me karen no one cares
Derek Hale - age 32
grumpy sourwolf actually knows how to smile!! who knew- he lives in DC with Stiles, Lydia and Braeden most of the time but he and Braeden travel often to fight butthead hunters who need to mind their own business. he’s dating Stiles and he and Braeden are engaged - it’s cute and they’re being dorks about it. he likes to complain that they’d be married by now if it wasn’t for freakin covid
Lydia Martin - age 26
your local genius banshee~ 🥰 still awesome, still a harbinger of death - so yk, the usual. bcs she had extra credits she started as a junior studying maths and graduates in 2016!! 🎉🎉 she moved to DC after she got some money together while working as a tutor - the quartet splits rent (but usually it’s just Stiles and Lydia splitting it bcs the other two don’t technically have jobs and yk Derek is an unsub and Stiles is in the FBI which Lydia finds hilarious). she teaches adults in the local community college and helps supernatural folk on the dl - she runs a grief counselling service at the same place for people who’ve lost someone. she’s also trying to get a degree to become a high school maths teacher and it’s a lot but she’s got it handled.
Allison Argent - 24
accidentally brought back from the dead by the Dread Doctors. everyone could not stop crying bcs she’s back baby!! she died in 2011 age 17 and came back in 2012 so she wasn’t dead long thankfully - wanted to kill Theo bcs he messed with her pack even he did bring her back. she’s a chimera now lads- she needed a kidney transplant when she was young which was why she was kept away from the family business. she was a werewolf-werejaguar chimera like Hayden but stayed a chimera. Chris and Isaac stayed home and bcs she and Isaac never actually broke up, they kept dating - she found it funny that Isaac and Scott were dating at this point,, meanwhile they were panicking wildly :) she went back to school and said she wasn’t dead, just in the hospital for a really long time. she joined Liam’s year and again, wanted to very badly throw hands when she found out about Monroe- she’s the coolest, like she has claws and bow and arrows
Malia Tate - 26
our girl went to France as promised and hooked up with plenty of hot French people *le eyebrow wiggle* she found her beau there in France and it was not a love at first sight sort of thing - she wanted to punch them in the face,, in their very pretty face- she was basically doing her own thing when she smells them, another bloody werewolf and like don’t get me wrong, she’s fond of werewolves, but bloody hell do they cause trouble. and they smell her too and it’s like ‘eh-?’ bcs werecoyotes aren’t so common as werewolves. and they’re just there in a club in Bordeaux and they’re sniffed each other out and they kinda just pause like huh- bcs they were were not expecting to see someone that pretty- but that’s not the point of course- they pretend to leave together and as soon as they’re out of sight from humans, they start fighting in an alley, as you do. it ends up with the wolf tasting the wall bcs who the hell are you- once they figure out they’re both just there to party, things chill and they see more of each other, naturally, it’s all just a big coincidence and doesn’t mean anything. and then they’re dancing and it doesn’t mean anything. and then they’re sleeping together and it doesn’t mean anything. except it does. and they don’t know when it became normal to cuddle or wake up together or have breakfast together but it just was. and when the cute werewolf (who I still don’t have a name for-) plans on moving to the next place, she comes with. the pack are happy for her and they usually road trip from place to place so when the pack comes to visit in Prague? it’s fun to say the least
Kira Yukimura - age 25
she came back from the Skinwalkers in 2019 and she and Allison became good friends. she kept going with school from home and is dating Scott. her powers are strong and when she sneezes bcs yk pollen or wtv, there’s sparks and it’s hilarious and Scott finds it adorable. she doesn’t really know what she wants to do yet and that’s cool of her
Erica Reyes - age 25
they thought she was dead- think again bitch, she slowed her heart rate down so they couldn’t hear and everyone thought she was dead - when the alpha pack got rid of her body and Allison found it, she told her to tell the others to pretend she was dead bcs of the Alpha pack - they beat the Alpha pack but she and Boyd hid with Satomi’s pack while that went down and helped generally after. she kept going with school and bcs she dipped for a while, ended in Liam’s year and eventually became a nurse in 2017. she works with Melissa McCall and joins for family dinner a lot.
Isaac Lahey - age 25
went to France with Chris Argent but kept going with his studies at Chris’ insistence. was dating dating Scott before he had to leave with Chris but they didn’t actually break up,, it was more ‘i’ll miss you :(’. came back to Beacon Hills when Chris came to help with the deadpool business and stayed bcs of Allison and Scott 💞 his studies were mostly uninterrupted and he studied law, becoming a lawyer in 2020!! so at least one good thing came of this infernal year- he wants to specialise in family law.
Vernon Boyd III - age 26
yea no, Derek didn’t mercy kill him bcs he was fine :) de nile ain’t just a river lads he went into hiding with Satomi’s pack and came back when the Alpha pack was dealt with. went back to school and ended up in Liam’s year. he joined the air force when he was 18 and finished his rotc training stuff in 2018 and it’s pretty alright - he’s a pilot but was discharged in 2019 bcs someone started with him and bcs they were a superior, he couldn’t say shit. so now he likes to wear ‘fuck the army’ and ‘fuck the air force’ shirt. he has mad respect for the people out there but the people in charge? fuck em
Aiden Steiner - age 27
he lives bitches 😎 Ethan had a silver chain on so he plugged the wound with it - it counteracted the oni poison and the chain started melting into the would (he had mild silver poisoning but he was fine). school was normal and now he’s an engineer, living in Beacon Hills. he and Ethan left for London for a while bcs that town was crazy af. while Ethan was very happy there, he missed home so went back. he got an online ordination and learnt Japanese bcs why not
Ethan Steiner-Whittemore - age 27
got married!! whoo 🎉🎉 Aiden officiated (this is 2018 btw) and it was cute. the whole pack was there and the wedding was in London bcs as quaint as Beacon Hills is
‘i’m only planning on getting married once so this is gonna be awesome’ - Jackson Whittemore, 2017
he’s dramatic but yk Ethan was a blushing mess bcs ~life partners~ he’s soft y’all. he’s a primary school teacher in London and they’re part of the South London pack.
Jackson Steiner-Whittemore - age 25
also got married!! whoo 🎉🎉 ngl he’s lowkey a trophey husband/sugar hubby bcs he’s rich af - he does business with his dad but it’s not a big workload. he and Aiden want to adopt and yk being rich will hopefully help
Theo Raeken - age 25
ah yes, the absolute nightmare bi enby returns. (i hc him with he/they pronouns ✌🏽 as you do) so he successfully gained Scott’s trust and is part of the pack - yay! he and Allison have a sort of ‘you’re a bitch’ ‘no u’ *saves each others lives* relationship at this point - it took a while for Allison to warm up to him but he did save Liam’s butt several times so,, anywho, he’s still a werewolf-werecoyote chimera and he’s cool with it. he went to an online school and got his high school diploma - Liam then snuck him into the school and he signed the bookshelf bcs yea he didn’t graduate there but he did go there and now he’s graduated so yay. speaking of, he and Liam are dating, yea ik we been knew. they started dating in 2014 and Theo now works waiting tables at a local restaurants bcs he lives with Liam and his parents (you best bet that when they found out he was living in his car, they made him move in so he pays rent, not at their request but his). that was till 2017 and they moved out into an apartment together. Theo chips in on rent but it usually ends up being split 60:40 (Liam: Theo) so he cooks and cleans a lot,,, mainly bcs Liam can’t cook and does laundry like a maniac-
Liam Dunbar - age 24
this werepup is just as chaotic as always - he cannot be trusted with laundry bcs he doesn’t split colours from whites :) honestly it makes me wanna cry a lil bcs he can’t even fry eggs either- he has Theo to cook for him tho so that’s all good. he’s a history tutor for the high school students bcs he likes history and he knows the pain of high school- *shudder* he got an online Spanish and TESOL (Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages) degree and is now teaching at Beacon Hills High but yk his first year teaching is all online bcs 2020-
Mason Hewitt - age 23
he’s Emissary to the pack when they don’t have Deaton *wipes tear* he’s all grown up- he went to UCLA and majored in biophysics and minored in LGBTQ studies (graduated 2017). he lived on campus (kept the bat next to his bed lmao) and videochatted with Liam almost everyday - he would visit almost every weekend even tho it’s a 6 and half drive but hey. he got an apartment near the uni where he and Corey lived after he graduated. they’ve been engaged since 2018 (it was actually the day after the Steiner-Whittemore wedding). he’s helping work on a new drug delivery system and they moved closer to Beacon Hills (Sacramento)
Corey Bryant - age 24
he also went UCLA, studying comparative literature and LGBTQ studies, and lived on campus (for 3 years before moving in with Mason in 2017) before graduating in 2018. they’re engaged and moved to Sacramento. he’s writing a novel that will thankfully have nothing to do with their confusing ass lives
Cora Hale - age 28
lesbian queen *bows* still part of her pack in Ecuador, South America - she’s got a lady lover who I call Rosa (affectionately nicknamed Rosalita). they met when she first got there age 12 (Rosa being 13 at the time). Rosa taught her Spanish and made her feel like part of the pack - after all the Alpha pack stuff, when she went back with Derek and Peter, she didn’t realise how much she’d missed them- how much she’d missed her. Derek asks if that’s her girlfriend and she’s like ‘wha- o.o’ and Rosa just goes ‘yup - nice to finally meet you guys’. she still visits DC to see Derek and Beacon Hills to see Erica and Isaac. even tho she lives in a different continent, Peter still looks out for her, sending anonymous donations in Talia’s name to the areas surrounding her pack’s territory
Brett Talbot - 24
*singsongs* ~he did not die~ the car swerved out of the way and the pack took him to Deaton who burnt the poison out of him (it was a long and painful process but he’s fine y’all). he’s the new lacrosse coach at Devenford Prep and he and Liam have a (mostly) friendly rivalry :) he’s a single pringle not bcs of lack of dates but just bcs he hasn’t found the one yet
Lorilee Rohr - age 22
also did not die :) she finished high school (2015) and went on to studying at UC Berkeley (art practice and theatre and performance studies, major and minor), graduating in 2018. she and Brett moved once he reached age 18. she makes and sells art from home
Nolan Holloway - age 25
after proving himself, same as Theo, he was eventually accepted into the pack. he and Gabe were dating and that’s that so he did mourn him for a long while. he works with hunters on the dl, trying to stop them hunting the supernaturals - he’s flipped 23 away from the dark side by 2020. he and Liam are friends which took a while but Nolan has his back (like there was that one time someone from the lacrosse team said they weren’t gonna ‘follow some mongrel’ so he reminded them that Liam was co-captain and if they didn’t wanna follow him, they could kindly fuck off :)) he’s a simp and has a raging crush on Brett like me too bruh
~the end~ for now
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Teen Wolf S1 EP7 Part 2: Justice for Derek
Jackson and Lydia show up SO NOW WE HAVE ALMOST THE WHOLE CREW ASSEMBLED.
Oh shit, and the Alpha too. I hope Derek shows up to save all their asses soon. I miss his gorgeous face.
The teen pack try to barricade themselves in a classroom. No one will listen to Stiles as he tries to impart his wisdom on them. He finally gets their attention, and I’m charmed by this ragtag band of attractive, idiotic teens. Especially the scene where Scott and Jackson work together TO PUT PILES OF CHAIRS ON TOP OF THE DESK WHICH WILL SOMEHOW AFFORD THEM MORE PROTECTION? YOU FOOLS, I LOVE YOU.
Sadly, Scott is shrouded in darkness in that screenshot, but if you squint you can see him on the left. Jackson’s face is priceless.
Stiles is like guys there are a lot of windows here so your efforts to blockade the door are useless.
Allison asks for some answers. Stiles reveals that somebody killed the janitor, which raises more questions than it answers.
FOR NO FUCKING REASON SCOTT STARTS SAYING THAT IT’S DEREK HALE WHO IS TRYING TO ATTACK THEM AND WHO KILLED THE JANITOR??? WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK??? AND THEN HE PINS ALL THE OTHER DEATHS INCLUDING DEREK’S SISTER ON DEREK???? I’m sorry, but even if--no ESPECIALLY if--he thinks Derek is dead right now this is fucked up?? And makes no sense?? This is going to really hurt Derek’s reputation even more. How will this wayward band of teens ever trust him now when Scott is doing him dirty like this?
Jackson is like YOUR DAD IS THE SHERIFF, STILES, MAYBE CALL HIM???? Lydia calls the cops, but they hang up on her because they were warned there would be prank calls coming from the high school. Um. I don’t think that’s how the police work. Like they get an anon tip that says ‘hey someone is gonna call you that there’s a robbery at burger king, but you should ignore it bc it’s not true’. You wouldn’t just be like ‘oh well if this anon caller says so guess we’ll ignore any calls for help.’ THIS IS SO DUMB IM LAUGHING SO HARD??
If they call again...the cops will have the call traced and have Lydia arrested. Allison wisely is like that’s great, definitely call them again so they come here. Stiles says that actually they’ll find out the call is coming from Lydia’s cell...but go to her house first?
Stiles, just call your father directly? This isn’t actually an issue?
Anyway, everyone demands answers about Derek that Scott doesn’t have because he’s a fucking liar WHO LIES. Stiles pulls Scott aside and has the audacity to praise him for throwing Derek under the bus??
NOT a good day for Sterek, guys. Well, except it helps with the whole enemies to friends to lovers build up that’s so hot, so okay. I just wish this made more sense? Like I know my attention span isn’t the best, but I’ve been pretty good with Teen Wolf, and I just don’t feel like Derek has done enough to warrant this.
Jackson interrupts Scott and Stiles’s conversation about what the hell the Alpha wants with them and how Scott’s plan to throw Derek under the bus might not have been the best plan if it turns out Derek isn’t dead. He tells Stiles to call his dad directly (Jesus. About time. Jackson, I’m into you right now.)
Stiles doesn’t want his dad to get hurt, so he refuses to call. This holds up for me since Stiles lost his mom and it makes sense he’d be super protective of his dad. But he caves after punching Jackson, and he gets his dad’s voicemail.
The Alpha shows up. TIME TO FLEE! Scott asks how many people can fit in Jackson’s car.
I’m really sad because I wanted the guys to grab Derek and get into Derek’s car and for Derek to wake up like WHY ARE YOU DRIVING MY CAR?? And for Scott and Stiles’s to apologize for besmirching his not-so-good name.
The teens decide that they need to get to the roof (why the roof?? that seems like a terrible plan?? you will just get cornered worse there??). Scott will go retrieve the key on his own from the janitor’s dead body.
Lydia notices that they’re in the chemistry room and they need to make a Molotov Cocktail. Lydia, I’m into you right now.
Everyone on this show clearly agrees with me.
Allison confronts Scott before he goes to get the key. She tells him he’s been lying all night (ma’am, you are correct. #JusticeForDerek). Jackson smirks to himself.
90% of this episode is just people wandering around the dark corridors of the school. Scott wanders, armed with the molotov cocktail. I pray for Derek’s arrival. If he’s awake somehow, I bet he heard all the shit they were talking about him with his werehearing. I hope in revenge he spreads malicious rumors about Scott.
Blood drips onto Scott. He looks up to see the Janitor’s body strung up somehow on the underside of the bleachers in the gym? I’m so confused. It’s all very dark. And how would the Alpha do this? When did he have time? Did he do this in were form or human form? The logistics of this make my head spin.
Uh oh. Back in the chem class, Lydia exposits that the cocktail won’t ignite if there isn’t sulfuric acid in it. Jackson insists he handed Lydia everything she asked for. Unconvincingly, she says she’s sure he did.
Scott faces off against the Alpha. The CGI is so delightfully bad. Scott throws the cocktail and nothing happens. The Alpha pounces and HOWLS, causing Jackson’s neck to freak out where he was scratched. It also causes Scott to wolf out.
Stiles notices that something is on the back of Jackson’s neck. Jackson gets very cagey.
Scott goes back to wandering the halls in the dark but this time as a wolf. Or like. Half wolf/half human, unlike the Alpha who is fully wolfed out? Scott thinks of Allison and uses his happy memories of her to un-wolf out. This all feels super time wastey and Derekless for my tastes.
Cops arrive on the scene! The chem class crew is relieved!
The cops can’t find the janitor’s body or Derek’s. Scott feels unbelieved. Maybe if you weren’t the teen wolf boy who cried wolf about Derek you would be believed, young man.
Scott insists that the Alpha left them alive because he...wants him in his pack...and he thinks that first he has to get rid of his old pack...which consists of Allison/Jackson/Lydia/Stiles. Wha? None of this makes any sense. I mean he was already in the Alpha’s clutches...and the Alpha just howled? And none of these people are actually his pack? I mean MAYBE Stiles and Allison (except they’re humans? I don’t understand??) But Jackson would be the first to be like, “I am not in his pack, thank you, bye.” And why is this where Scott’s mind goes? And if that were the case why didn’t the Alpha kill them? Oh apparently it’s because...the Alpha wants Scott to kill them? This is so fucking nonsensical.
Scott says the worst part is that when the Alpha made him shift he wanted to kill all of them. I mean, now it makes more sense why he jumped to that conclusion, and I feel like he should have led with that.
WE STILL HAVE NO EYES ON DEREK THIS WHOLE EPISODE. I HAVE BEEN ROBBED.
But we do find Deaton. He offers Scott a raise for helping him get free?
Scott chases after Allison, and she gives him the cold shoulder. She can’t trust Scott anymore (???). Scott tries to placate her with an assurance that he will have a new phone tomorrow (lmao). She dumps his ass. That’s karma, Scott.
#Baby's first teen wolf#teen wolf#derek hale#scott mccall#recaps#justice for derek#fuck you scott#stiles stilinski
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i could be your love right now
pairing: Scott/Lydia, Stiles/Derek (mentioned)
word count: 1865
warning: none
notes: sex is discussed (not in detail and not actually had in the story), also, though it isn’t explicitly stated, scott is pansexual because that’s how i see him and also i said so
“It’s not fair! You’re winning because of the werewolf thing,” Stiles whined as Scott beat him at yet another Mario Kart race.
“No, I’m pretty sure it’s because you’re three beers in. It’s not my fault you’re drinking,” Scott laughed.
“Stupid werewolf metabolism. Three isn’t even that much,” Stiles muttered. He threw himself onto his mattress, sighing dramatically.
“What’s up man? You’ve been… quiet all night,” Scott said. “Well, quiet for you,” he added. Stiles glared at him.
“Shut up. It’s nothing, I just… I came to a realization earlier this week and I’m not sure if it’s a good thing. If I tell you, you have to promise not to tell anyone,” Stiles confessed.
“I promise,” Scott said, turning to give Stiles his full attention. “I just want to help man.”
“Okay. Okay,” Stiles was muttering, hyping himself up. Scott just waited quietly. “I think I’m in love with Derek,” he whispered.
Scott was silent for a minute, a little caught off guard. But he forced himself to say something when he saw how anxious Stiles was getting.
“What about Lydia?” Scott asked. Nice.
Stiles snorted. “Dude, I haven’t been in love with Lydia for, like, a year.”
“Oh,” was all Scott could say to that. He was trying to ignore the warm feeling in his chest that was growing, the feeling he’d been ignoring for a while now. The feeling he refused to name.
He shook his head. “Okay, so, you’re in love with Derek. When did that start? And why are you not sure if that’s a good thing?”
“I don’t know exactly when it started, but we’ve been spending so much time together the last couple months. At first it was because we were working on that dragon thing, but then I started studying over there, which meant we started talking. And then we hung out a few times, and I don’t know…” Stiles trailed off. “And what do you mean ‘why am I not sure?’ This is Derek we’re talking about! Derek Hale, the guy whose league is so far from mine that I can’t even see it! And even if by some small, remote chance he did like me back, he’s a complete martyr and thinks he doesn’t deserve anything good in his life.”
Scott had to admit that Derek was indeed someone who, occasionally, refused to let himself have anything that would make him happy.
“Well, firstly, I don’t think Derek is out of your league. And before you argue,” Scott said, raising his voice when Stiles opened his mouth to do just that, “I’m not saying that because we’re friends. As a dude who is quite fluid on the sexuality scale, you’ve gotten very attractive in the last couple years. College has been good for you, and if you weren’t my brother, I’d probably be interested in you.”
Stiles was blushing furiously now. Scott smirked. He really hadn’t been lying, Stiles had grown into himself since they’d graduated high school.
“Well, that doesn’t change the fact that Derek isn’t interested in me. And if he was, he wouldn’t say anything, or let himself give this a shot,” Stiles argued stubbornly.
“Okay, pal. You tell yourself that,” Scott replied sarcastically.
“What’s with the tone?” Stiles asked suspiciously. Scott shrugged. “No Scotty! You don’t get to use that tone and then pretend it didn’t mean anything! What do you know?”
“Well, I can’t say I know something… But I can make a few educated guesses,” Scott said.
“Scott, if you don’t tell me, I will tell your mom that you’re the one that ruined her rose bush in the seventh grade, not a stray dog,” Stiles threatened.
“Okay, okay! All I know is that, while Derek is a lot more sociable now, you’re the person that he spends the most time with. By a long shot. And he visits you on campus. And he relaxes every time you’re around. And he stares at you a lot when you aren’t looking,” Scott admitted.
He was pretty sure Derek had been in love with Stiles since he’d moved back to Beacon Hills two years ago, but he hadn’t realized Stiles felt the same. And it wasn’t his secret to tell. So he hadn’t said anything. But if he could help them be happy now, he would.
Stiles didn’t say anything for a while. Scott let him process everything and used the silence to think about his own feelings.
Stiles wasn’t in love with Lydia anymore. He hadn’t been for a while now. That didn’t necessarily mean that Lydia felt the same, but Scott couldn’t stop the hope that was building up in his chest. Maybe… Maybe he could try and figure it out. Maybe he had a chance.
“Hey man, would you be able to give me a ride to Derek’s? I think I should talk to him,” Stiles asked after a while.
“Yeah dude, of course.”
After dropping Stiles off, Scott drove to his favourite bakery. He figured a coffee, a muffin, and some time to himself might help him think everything over. While he sat, he went over everything he knew about his and Lydia’s relationship.
Lydia had always stuck by him.
She’s loyal to her friends and Pack, his brain argued.
Lydia always came to him first when she had a problem that she needed help with or just wanted to rant.
You’re her Alpha, that’s your job.
She touched his arm and held his hand a lot.
Pack is tactile, and she’s always been like that with you.
Sometimes she said things to him that could be seen as flirting…
You’re just seeing what you want to see.
He groaned and banged his forehead on the table, probably a little harder than was necessary.
“One of those days, huh?” A voice said from the other side of the table.
He resisted the urge to groan again; he knew that voice. If he was being honest with himself (which he seemingly was), it was his favourite voice in the world.
“Uh, yeah. Just dealing with some new information,” Scott said sheepishly, looking up at Lydia. When he finally saw her face he was a little speechless. He would probably never get used to how unbelievably pretty she was.
After a second of staring he shook himself. “Sorry, do you want to sit?” He asked, realizing he was probably being rude.
She just smiled at him, the smile that made his brain melt and his heart stutter and his palms sweat.
“So, do you want to talk about this new information?” She asked, taking a sip of her coffee and picking a chocolate chip off his muffin that he’d picked apart more than ate.
“Well, I just dropped Stiles off at Derek’s house so Stiles could admit that he’s in love with Derek,” he said. He figured that was a safe conversation.
“Oh finally. Maybe those two idiots will get their heads out of their asses and stop dancing around each other,” Lydia said exasperatedly.
Scott laughed.
“So, is that why you were banging your head on the table?”
Fuck. He’d been hoping that Stiles and Derek’s pining would be a much longer conversation.
“Uh, not exactly.” He couldn’t look at her so he picked at a chip in the table instead.
“Okay. If you don’t want to talk about it, we don’t have to Scott,” Lydia told him.
He looked up at her then and for some reason he suddenly couldn’t take one more moment where she didn’t know how he felt. Maybe it was the soft, concerned look in her eyes or the understanding in her tone or the fact that her scent and heartbeat made him feel safe and calm.
Maybe she didn’t feel the same, maybe she did. Either way, Lydia and he were friends, they were Pack, and she deserved to know and make the decision for herself.
“I love you,” Scott admitted. “I’m in love with you Lydia, and I have been for a while. But I kept finding excuses not to say anything but I don’t think that’s fair to either of us. I understand if you don’t feel the same and if this is weird –”
“Scott, shut up,” Lydia said quietly. He immediately stopped his babbling. “I love you, too.” She didn’t say anything else. What else was there to say really? Did it matter how long they’d felt this way? Why they hadn’t said anything? Were they sure?
But Lydia Martin was not someone who said something she didn’t mean. And in this moment all that mattered was that they both loved each other and now they both knew.
“Do you want to go to dinner?” He asked instead, and the smile on her face grew.
“I would love to go to dinner with you,” she answered.
He stood, grabbed her hand to help her out of her seat, and immediately pulled her into a kiss.
It wasn’t like the earth stopped moving, or the world disappeared. He didn’t feel fireworks or any of the other things that movies tell you a first kiss feels like. It was just a perfect kiss with the person he hoped he would get to kiss for the rest of his life.
It was over quickly (they were still in a public place) and he smiled at her again.
“Well, while I would like to keep doing that…” He held out his hand and she took it, laughing.
“Dinner, then. And maybe after you can take me back to my place and we can see what we’ve been missing out on these past couple years,” Lydia said, quietly enough that he was the only one who caught it.
Scott tripped over his own feet, caught a little off guard. He couldn’t say he’d never thought about sex with Lydia (it was Lydia, of course he’d thought about it) but he really hadn’t asked her to dinner with that in mind.
“I’m not expecting… I really had no ulterior motives when I asked you to dinner,” he assured her. He held open her door while she got in the car.
“I know. That’s why I’m not waiting,” Lydia told him. She grabbed his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. “Most people I date are mainly interested in me because they want to sleep with me. But you aren’t like that. You love who I am and the fact that I’m attractive is just an added bonus.”
Scott could only nod, because that was exactly how he felt about her. And he was so glad that she knew that, that she trusted him to really see her.
“I feel the same way about you,” she told him, running her fingers along his jaw. “And we’re both very attractive people who haven’t had sex in a while, and I have a feeling we’re going to be great at it. So, dinner?”
He growled, too turned on for words. He threw the car in reverse and started towards the restaurant. The sooner they got there, the sooner they could leave.
And he definitely wanted to get Lydia home so he could see if they lived up to her expectations.
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Changing thing up a bit @capricornsicle, that other post was becoming unwieldy.
You think you’re on a crusade to expose fandom racism and bias in Teen Wolf, but in doing so, because TW is such a specific beast, you make assumptions and add unnecessary hyperbole to your arguments.
You’ve assumed and ran with the idea that I’m white (many do, which is strange since my icon is a black woman) and you’ve treated me a certain way because of it. But then in the same breath you’ll say there’s inherent bias against Scott McCall, a character that many people saw as white played by an actor who is white passing.
There’s also this underlying statement that any majority of people see Scott as Latinx and automatically make it a negative thing which again, isn’t true, specifically not in Teen Wolf.
I’ve found the antis like to take black racism experiences and try to fit Scott into that category, but even a small thing like colorism makes it so it’s not equitable.
that’s a general statement about fans and critics alike holding characters of color up to a higher standard than white characters. It’s not everyone, it’s certainly not an attack on anyone, but it happens a lot, across various fandoms. White characters are much more often forgiven for the things they do than characters of color who do the same things.
This doesn’t happen with the frequency you think and in the Teen Wolf fandom when it does happen it is rarely if ever in regards to Scott. Other, more evident characters of color yes.. And the wild examples that the antis present are never equitable. Even when presented with context, they often have to padd it and stretch it to make it seem like some infraction has been done. What it does is seek to absolve Scott of ANY wrong doing, when really there is fault laid at both parties.
I’ll provide a couple of examples in the moment, but the bottom like is that Stiles/Derek/Peter stans acknowledge their faults and many times love them because of it. On the show Scott was never given the chance to acknowledge his faults, the show refused to admit that he needed to grow and be redeemed of anything. This was a misstep because he became unpalatable, not as a perfect icon, but as someone whose actions didn’t hold relevant consequences.
The Donovan Incident
Now, I disagree with some key points, but overall I think this is the most important part:
They fought, like teenagers do, especially teenagers who have gone through that kind of trauma, and then, in 5x13, they’re talking outside a gas station, and they talk and get over it,
If everyone could agree that this happened, this would be a much better place. But antis will not chalk up the experience for the contrived nonsense it was and become so enraged when people blame Scott that they can’t let it be and suddenly we’re all racists.
Which, using racism as a tool to sooth butthurt is not okay and we see it time and time again. They take every seedling and think, “how can I add racism to this so I get my way?” which is pathetic, but also sullies the impact of real racism on the show.
During this time Tracey was murdered, Mason was non-existent, they killed Noah and Lucas sent Kira to the desert and left her there. But being mad at Scott for intentionally misunderstanding Stiles is what’s racist? This is why antis and SDP Stans constantly bump heads. Everyone has been in a friend group where some new interloper comes in and riles things up. Usually trying to steal someone’s man, but you know there are certain things you do when that happens and Scott made ALL the wrong moves. He knew Stiles didn’t trust Theo and openly disliked him, it should have been an immediate red flag when Theo started in with Stiles violently killing someone in cold blood. Additionally, I would have LOVED if the show made the connection to Scott still being traumatized by Nogi, but again, the show made it seem like Scott was JUST FINE! and again, a disservice was made to his character.
The point is that a not insignificant number of fans label Scott as a constant bad friend, as someone who’s always a bad influence on Stiles, and that’s really not the case.
People who label him as a constant bad friend use this as ONE example of it. I actually questioned their friendship after Motel California. I remember there were a couple of beats that made it clear they weren’t sandbox buddies, and probably met in the community little league (was it little league or soccer that they met Theo? I forget?). There have been several instances of them not being as close as they claimed.
If Stiles can be forgiven for throwing lacrosse balls at Scott (which really fucking hurt, speaking from experience) and keying some random loner kids’ car to get him beat up because Lydia kissed him
Just a side note, Stiles was havign his fun, yes, but Scott was completely complicit in these scenes and knew 100% what was going on. Stiles was helping Scott by testing his tolerance and helping him control his heartbeat and yes they did it in bonehead teenage boy ways, but there was nothing malicious or racially motivated about it. Talk about holding characters to different levels. You’ve all made the white characters irredeemable supremacists when nothing in the canon alludes to this.
a few antis forgive Stiles but condemn Scott. And that’s because of racial bias that makes those particular antis hold Scott to much higher standards than his white friends, which is a nice way of saying it’s racism.
Which again, is wrong in that you have absolutely no way of quantifying this for every viewer. There’s no such thing as special Scott centric racism. If someone is racist, they’re going to show it against anyone not white on the show, and that’s simply a) not the case and b) impossible to determine from the asks of one anon and some misinterpreted fic.
Liking Scott isn’t pro-POC, no, but it is tied to racial issues in Hollywood, popular media, and fandom. Scott being Latinx (despite the fact it never comes up, he’s played by a Latinx actor and is undoubtedly TV’s favorite “ambiguously brown”) makes him connected to racial issues.
But it doesn’t, because Teen Wolf was specifically created as a world without color so coding Scott as race-neutral meant that audiences had the choice to view him that way and many did. I mean, look at the show, he has two white Italian actors playing his parents, his last name is McCall and his mother’s maiden name was Delgado which could mean anything. Jeff had a habit of casting white women with Latinx last names they got from a gracious step-father, it’s not a leap to say this was true of Melissa. This is why I refuse to give the show any representation points. Diversity sure, they’re there, but they’re not well represented and again, this neither starts nor ends with Scott McCall.
Liking Scott is something that a lot of viewers of color end up doing
Again, not entirely true. Liking Boyd? Yes. Deaton, Morrell, Kira? Yes. Scott? Sure... the response to Scott from Latinx fans was varied in interesting ways. Some went up hard for him and while I don’t acknowledge the show’s version of Scott, I write him as half Mexican in every fic. There are some who, like you, were so excited to see someone like themselves and that’s beautiful and awesome. There were also some that started excited but then were like “oh, he’s playing a white boy” which people like to forget was VERY much a thing. There was no reason to think Scott was white and in fact when Jeff received the Alma award, it was for casting Posey and not necessarily having a Latinx character. In the beginning of Teen Wolf he was actually asked if Scott was white (the phrase they used was “All American” which...), And there were still others who hated Scott instantly and thought he was wack and did NOT see themselves in him.
So even within the Latinx community alone there were several opinions. Now spread that out to hundreds of thousands and then millions of viewers. So when you say “Liking Scott is something a lot of VOC end up doing” you’re creating a value based judgement on the idea of liking YOUR version of Scott McCall.
Which isn’t fair and isn’t correct.
YOU ended up liking Scott because YOU appreciated the interpretation. No one can take that away from you. But when you cast this net of racism, you’re gonna end up with a lot of things that don’t fit the term and a lot of people mad that they’re caught in your web of racial bias.
if it’s the burden of POC to fight for representation tooth and nail, then that’s the fight I’ll be fighting.
Part of it is that sometimes I worry that if I don’t post about them, if I don’t post gifs of them and talk about them and make them be part of the teen wolf tag on this site, no one else is going to.
We talked about this with your first post. Generally I’m sympathetic, but I do take issue with your methods. Yes, I’ve seen those gif tax posts and I love the concept, but... tax is something you pay in the exchange for something that you want. I don’t see POC characters as tax and I get it’s just a clever way to name what you’re doing, but I think it makes it so negative when celebrating the POC characters should be an enjoyable and inclusive thing.
If you feel alone, it’s because you haven’t reached out to anyone. I know a lot of creators who make content for characters of color, The problem is that when you accuse people of focusing on white characters in a show FULL of white characters and cover them with a blanket of systemic bias, you’re alienating a lot of people who don’t want the drama.
Someone just released some ao3 stats of POC characters in Sterek fics verses TW fics as a whole and Kira was sadly underrepresented, showing up in just under 45% of fics. My answer to that isn’t to scream at Stereks about how racist they are against Asians. Instead, I wanna have a Kira appreciation event, but until I can, I make sure to write Kira into my fics because I love her. I repost gifsets with her in them, I comment and seek out people who create for her and support them and if you approach some creators, the’re happy to be amenable. I’ve left comments on fics asking for a certain character and sometimes they rightfully say no, but sometimes it’s not a problem and the change is awesome.
I feel like the bulk of antis have an idea in their mind and don’t give anyone else a freaking chance. And then, when anything negative is said about Scott, they go awf like SEE!!?!> RACISM!!!!!! when it’s honestly not the case. The anon doesn’t represent even the minority of the majority of stereks. Tumblr doesn’t, ao3 doesn’t, twitter doesn’t. That’s why it’s so much less stressful to find out ways to insert diversity and representation rather than browbeating others to do it out of shame.
There’s this perceived bias that worms it’s way in that simply doesn’t exist at the levels you think it does. Because not only are you assuming that people dislike the characters of color because of their color, but also that they harbor negative feelings.
But, as we’ve learned from K-pop fans, it seems white people are much more willing to enjoy and put out East Asian representation than representation of people darker than them
Kira was undoubtedly brought in to bring a more Asian audience, but again, racism isn’t a pick and choose kind of thing. People who hated Kira and love Scott do not see Scott as Latinx. And Kira has more posts by a small margin mostly because she was there and she had a family and large ties to the plot. Not because kids loves k-pop (which wasn’t even that big during her run).
And THIS:
Boyd is stereotyped as the big, buff Black guy who’s aggressive and athletic (but almost never seen as the brains of the group, despite his intelligence,xxx and comes from a poor background and answers to an assertive white man without question
Boyd was specifically not stereotypes as aggressive and athletic, and in all fanfic is usually the one who reasons and is most level headed. He came from a poor background, but so did Isaac, and he questioned Derek and Scott. This is what I mean, while I agree that it’s your interpretation, you can’t say it’s a universal interpretation and then judge others because of it.
The only time I care is when people specifically dislike Scott because of perceived affronts to Stiles and/or Derek, and I say “perceived” because I refer specifically to ones those specific anons and antis take completely out of context, blow out of proportion, or just make up.
Lol, again, your perception, because I can give you several canon based reasons to be upset with Scott, but of course you’ll find a way, no matter how tangential to twist it, because he’s your fave and canon is a mess. This is the freaking point. Let people have their stories. It’s not hurting you if you also add in yours.
I do not believe it is possible for a 16-year-old to consent to a romantic and/or sexual relationship with a 24/25-year-old, but this post isn’t about that
Please don’t believe that you’re the first person to try this argument because you’re not and also Derek was at most 23 when Stiles was 17 (and to make it more interesting he was 19 in the original unaired pilot, but they aged him up so Kate wouldn’t be full on statutory rape, good times!)
https://stickylovessterek.tumblr.com/post/151831687742/sterek-is-not-pedophilia
Now you might not like it, and that’s totally fine and valid. But age has no basis in their relationship. I’m more interested in power dynamics, which is why I didn’t like Aria/Fitz on PLL or Marrish (which I could have been on board for, but this show is trash).
with perhaps me as Stiles, you as Scott, and the anon playing Theo during his villain phase circa season 5, trying to turn two people against each other over a larger ethics debate
Well, no, clearly I’m the Stiles since I’m right (i kid, I kid), but honestly, you’re the one putting the anon in this. I’ve been ignoring their hyperbole and we’ve been telling the antis to pick and choose and be discerning with their posts. That has nothing to do with me. If we’re Scott and Stiles then it’s one of us talking and the other not listening and doing theings they’re own way and the fact that both of us have different ideas as to which is which is really part of the fun.
But it’s not racism.
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Suicide Bones
Sterek drabble about being overwhelemed to the point of breaking, and the ‘Maybe We Can Make It Out.’
Trigger warnings: Suicidal thoughts/ actions, depression, anxiety, ADHD/ADD, death, body horror.
His mother sometimes said he was a the wrong size skeleton inside his flesh suit, to which his father warned that ‘this is going to shape his sense of humor in weird ways.’ He was right, obviously, but so was she.
Stiles never fits in his skin.
He‘a too long, too weird, too wild. He jumps from too high, digs in the dirt, sings too loudly, and knows entirely too much about everything before he was ten years old. Sometimes, late at night when his brain refuses to shut up, he bends his knees as far as he can just to watch his skin stretch over his bones. Sometimes he wants it to rip open, so he could be free. To be fully himself, and not feel smothered all the time. But it doesn’t, and he goes back to listing the elements of the periodic table until he falls asleep.
It isn’t until his mom is buried deep in the dirt he used to play in that he realizes there is one sure-fire way he can escape the flesh. One absolute in life that could solve all his misfit problems. The only issue is that he has people that need him to stay. They need his bones encased in skin and muscle, tendons and fat. They need his bad singing voice, and his endless curiosity. It keeps his dad going, it keeps Scott safe, it keeps his teachers happy, it makes the barista smile, it keeps his neighbor’s garden watered.
So grit your teeth and stay, Stiles. Ignore the growing pains and all the wrong, wrong, wrong.
He throws himself into helping. He pushes his face right into the snarling, rabid face of death and smirks. Stiles fights his instincts every day, to force that stupid fight or flight to land firmly on fight every time. Every time. He can’t back down, he can’t stop. He has to help. That’s his purpose. That’s who he is: Ill-fitted bones and sarcastic remarks. But, god, he will fucking help you.
He will, and he does.
He thinks he does?
“I don’t need your help, Stiles!”
“I think you do, wolf-boy,” he sneers, flicking the map stretched across the table in front of them. Derek outright snarls, which means he’s either about to give in or throw Stiles out on his ass.
“I know you have some sort of issue with your self-worth,” Derek begins, voice not at all soft.
Stiles narrows his eyes, daring him to continue. “It’s funny how this didn’t come up when you needed me to use mountain ash.”
“Because that’s when you were useful!”
Stiles rolls his eyes back as well as his head. The ceiling is dark and stained with old factory grease. He wonders, for a brief second, why Derek resides in these kinds of places. They’re like prisons, where he’s guarding himself.
“I can help you find Erica and Boyd,” he says at last, drawing his attention back to Derek. “I know this town better than anyone.”
Derek‘s voice grows quiet, “my family founded this town.”
“And a lot has changed since then. I know it how it is now.”
Whatever fight was in him seems to fade to the usual rumbling discontent that’s always present as Derek looks over the map again. See, this is why Stiles volunteered to help him find them. He doesn’t even like Isaac, Erica went mean, Boyd barely acknowledged him, and he and Derek have a very low tolerance for one another. But right now, Derek’s stupidly pretty eyes are looking at buildings he doesn’t know and new streets, and showing how hopeless he’s really feeling. Derek doesn’t think they’ll find them.
“Okay,” Derek says at last. In his heart, Stiles believes they will. That’s why he’s here. That’s why he’s helping. His bones, though. They already ache with the loss.
Stiles scrunches up his nose, and points to a potential area on the map. He’s ignoring his bones, for now.
“Okay.”
*
It’s not when Scott hurts him—not the first time, no, but the worst time—that he realizes things have changed. It’s not when Derek-STUPID–Hale has another plan fall through that would have worked if he had just listened to Stiles. It’s not when some other creature is riding his bones and damaging him and everyone around him for fun. No, it’s not even when an awful lot of his friends die. It’s much later, when they save that stupid stump, save Scott, save the town, save everyone they can. It’s not until Derek leaves and comes back all soft-looking, and god his anger issues weren’t as hot as he thought because that fucking sweater—
It’s then that he realizes that everyone has grown up from needing him. Scott’s doing his own thing now, and hasn’t called for Stiles to go over his homework or love letter or help deal with a monster in months. His dad has been dating, actually dating, and isn’t home as often as he used to be. He doesn’t call up to check on Stiles twice a day, or demand Stiles give him an idea of his whereabouts as often as he used to. His teachers—well, they (mostly) know he’ll be fine in college. He went through hell and still got A’s. The neighbor moved during the first wave of wolfy-like problems. That barista, well, she was killed two years ago. One of the ones they couldn’t save.
And Derek? He’s so much better. Really, he’s better. He went out and healed, and now he’s building something for himself in the town his family founded and died in like it’s just fine and normal and—
Stiles stretches, feels his scars ache. His bones pop and protest inside him. Soon now. Soon, he promises them.
Because no one needs him anymore, and he’s built up a value based on that need. Now it’s all useless facts at one am and tired—so tired—promises to himself to find a vocation where all that he is will be applicable. Where he can weather the aches and misshapen bones because it will be worth it, again. But there’s nothing. College seems pointless, busy work and knowledge he’s already long since devoured. A job—where? He’s such a mess he doesn’t trust himself to cook at home anymore, never mind providing food or service to other people. Will he break down and cry at the first rude customer? Will he hallucinate his way through a shift at Home Depot? When will they notice? When will they see that he’s a skeleton of what he used to be?
When will they see he isn’t a person anymore?
Soon, he mutters to his bones. Soon.
*
“Have you talked to anyone?” Is the first thing he says when he finds Stiles sitting on the stump with a bottle of whiskey stolen from his dad’s dusty liquor cabinet.
Derek, looking settled and grounded in ways Stiles hasn’t seen since he was nine or ten years old. Those few times he ran into the younger Hales in town before most of them died. Derek, his eyes actually honest on the first try instead of the second, third, or fourth.
Honestly worried.
“Talk to who?” Stiles slurs, cracking an easy smile that sends pain all the way through him.
“Someone,” Derek replies as he sits down next to him. “Anyone.”
“Why should I? Why?”
Derek stares at him without answering. Stiles wants to push his face closer, jut his jaw out and fight.
“Why, Derek?” He challenges, not looking away.
“Because... it helped me,” he says, sounding sure and steady. “Because I was just pushing myself through whatever shitty thing happened next and never looking back unless I needed the anger to fuel me.”
Stiles lets out a shaky breath and looks away. He can’t say anything now, not like that.
“It’s not easy, either,” Derek continues, calmer than Stiles has ever heard him. “I clammed up a lot; lashed out even more. I hated everything and everyone more and more until I wanted to kill random strangers I saw on the street with no provocation.”
Stiles raises a brow to himself, because yeah, that’s a bit different than the Derek who kind of died to save everyone more than a few times. But maybe not so different than how he’s feeling right now. Derek lets out a huff of a laugh, and Stiles feels something hard and bitter inside him start to melt. Just a little.
“More than that, though, I just wanted to die. I wanted god or whoever to kill me already, and stop pushing me to do it myself. Put the blood on their hands for once, not mine.”
Stiles pulls his lower lip between his teeth and bites down. He’s not going to talk. He won’t.
“But it never happened. And stupid shit keeps happening, but...” Derek trails off for a moment, “But I can handle it a little better now. I can drop my mom’s favorite cup and it sucks—it still sucks—but it’s not the last straw anymore. It doesn’t make me want to claw my throat out, or scream until I lose my voice.”
Stiles hiccups quietly and tries to cover it up by taking a swig from the bottle. He refuses to look at the asshole opening up next to him. He can’t do this, he’s too tired. He can’t open up again and spend the time, and effort, and love it takes to matter to someone and be dropped like he’s nothing. Not again. Please, not again.
“I’m not telling you this because I think we’re exactly the same,” Derek continues, sounding less solid and more sad now. “I know we’ve lived different lives and lost in different ways. It’s going to be different no matter what, I’ve found out.”
“Why?” Stiles croaks out.
“You know why.”
Stiles glares into the surrounding trees and hates himself a little bit more for rising to the bait. Of course he fucking knows why, but it doesn’t matter.
“It doesn’t matter,” he mutters out loud. “None of it does.”
“Why not?” Derek asks quietly.
Stiles gestures broadly to their surroundings, to the giant stump they’re sitting on, to himself. He can’t find the words, really, to sum up everything that’s led him here. There’s too much bad, and not enough good. Too much bad, too fast and too often. Too much everything.
“That’s not an answer,” Derek says, and Stiles finally turns to glare at him.
“Not everything is so fucking literal,” he snaps.
Derek shrugs it off. “Sometimes it is.”
“Then tell me what makes it worth it, okay? Tell me why dropping my mom’s favorite cup after most of her stuff got destroyed is shitty, but it’s fine,” he spits, his insides burning. “I should just be fine about all this shit and smile through it.”
Derek shakes his head, and says, “That’s not what I’m saying at all.”
“Then what?”
“You don’t have to smile, Stiles. You don’t have to be fine. You can be upset and hurting, or angry... I’m still angry, you know?” Derek smiles ruefully and looks away again. “but I needed to talk about it all to realize what was external and what was internal. I didn’t even think about what I could fix versus what I couldn’t. I didn’t know there even was stuff I could fix.”
Stiles keeps glaring, but that hard part of him is melting out his eyes and nose now. He hates that. He hates crying because it doesn’t do anything for him. It never did any good.
Derek doesn’t seem to mind that he’s dribbling all over himself now, or that he’s still not opening up. Stiles doesn’t know what that means, or what he’s supposed to do now.
“Find a therapist,” Derek says, turning back to him with a soft smile. “And remember not to feel guilty for unloading on them. They’re being paid for that.”
“I d-don’t know if I can afford that,” Stiles chokes out, half laughing, half crying. What a fucking mess.
“I could cover it?” Derek offers tentatively, almost as if he knows Stiles will refuse.
But.
But maybe he won’t. Not this time. Not when he’s this close to cutting his awkward, aching bones out to be free.
“O-okay,” he sniffles, wiping his nose on the end of his sleeve. “I’m t-tired, though.”
“Yeah,” Derek says, and reaches a hand out. Stiles takes it. He doesn’t know what else to do. “Yeah, I know. Put some of that weight on someone else for a little while. See if it helps.”
Stiles looks at their hands, linked there between them like that’s normal and fine. “What if it doesn’t?”
“Then we come back here and brainstorm some more.”
Stiles watches at Derek’s thumb brushes over his hand. It should probably be huge, but for now it’s just fine. “Y-yeah?”
“It’s what we’re good at,” Derek replies. He smiles at him. “Okay?”
Stiles hesitates. His bones say he won’t make it. They’ll end up here again, messier and more misshaped. But he’s tired and someone is finally noticing. Someone is looking and seeing that he’s being crushed under the weight of everything. His heart, though. His heart says maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
“Okay,” he says. “Okay.”
*
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You and your shameless friends claim that there are plenty of canon reasons to despise the Latino hero/lead/protagonist and titular Teen Wolf Scott McCall and that disliking Scott has nothing to do with racism, but how many time have you guys said “Scott hated Derek and didn’t listen to him” or “Scott is obsessed with Allison” or “Stiles trusted Derek before Scott and took Derek’s side when it came to Scott pursuing lacrosse and Allison” even though we absolutely know that neither is true?
First off, I’m pretty sure you’re also the author of the next ask that I got, so I’ll just go ahead and tack that on here. Even if it wasn’t you, I prefer to answer my hate mail in as few messages as possible.
If Scott hated Derek the way that the Teen Wolf fandom interprets him as hating him, why didn’t he let Derek die at the hands of the Argents in Formality (1x11)? And if Scott’s sole motivation was his obsession with Allison, why didn’t sell Derek and his Pack out to Gerard in Season 2? Just admit you hate Scott because he is a Mexican brown boy and better and more important than everyone else and fuck off
Oh honey, that word doesn’t mean what you think it means.
“Titular Character” refers to the “role of a character after whom a film is named.” For example: Steve Rogers is the titular character of “Captain America.” Emma is the titular character of “Emma.”
Scott McCall may be a Teen Wolf but he is not the Titular character of the show, because Teen Wolf isn’t a name, it’s a descriptor.
Also! Fun fact, just calling him “titular” and not “titular character” means that you’re saying he is actually “hero/lead/protagonist” in title only, which I find just fucking hilarious. So, thank you for that lil giggle.
Also, we’ve said that loads of times, what about it? Those points have absolutely nothing to do with Scott’s race. They’re supported by canonical evidence.
Derek is set up as a character with far more knowledge that Scott, who has the answers to his questions and is willing to give them. Scott refuses to listen to him, except for the few times he goes to Derek specifically to get help from Derek. Every other time he ignores Derek’s warnings.
And Scott does hate Derek, or at least he does a great job acting like it, considering he, you know, left him strung up on a grate where he’d been hanging for a week (during which time Scott stalked Allison [including sitting outside her window while she was fucking sleeping, even though she was in a house full of capable hunters] in order to ‘protect’ her because he ASSUMED that when Peter said “vunerable” he meant Allison) getting electrocuted and refused to let him out unless he promised to save Allison.
Now, Stiles didn’t trust Derek ‘before Scott’ (in part because Scott literally has never actually trusted Derek in any meaningful way). But, he does share the same opinion as Derek multiple times in regards to Scott needing to not play lacrosse/go out with Allison. He warns Scott that lacrosse is too dangerous before he ever talks to Derek about it, and tells Scott he shouldn’t play anymore because he’s going to keep losing control (which he does, multiple times, even after finding his anchor) and Scott refuses to listen to him because he doesn’t want to be taken off first line.
He also reminds Scott multiple times that it’s really safer if he doesn’t play in the stupid lacrosse game because it’s one fucking game and Scott ignores him because he wants Allison to go out with him, assuming she’d no longer be interested in him if he didn’t play lacrosse.
And while he’s never outright said “Don’t date Allison,” he has suggested Scott put off going on his first date with Allison, or just not skipping school with her during a fucking crisis, so they can try to save some lives. How fucking hilarious, that the ADHD kid is the one who has to suggest moderation to the neurotypical character in order to try and keep people from dying. By hilarious, I mean terrifying.
In what way did Scott not let Derek die at the hands of the Argents in 1x11? Yeah, for about ten seconds he talks about needing to find Derek, but it has absolutely nothing to do with Derek? He explicitly says that he needs Derek to help him protect Allison. That’s it. That’s all he cares about. Besides, he also says that he knows the Argents aren’t going to kill Derek, so he’s not doing anything heroic by suggesting they find him. And he doesn’t continue looking for him either, when he can’t get ahold of him, just leaves him to be imprisoned/tortured while he follows Allison around. Literally all he would need to do is go back to the house where he last saw Derek and he’d have found him instantly.
Yeah, in the next episode he finally hunts Derek down (if a howl would’ve done it, why the fuck didn’t he do it earlier? Oh right, because he was busy watching Allison’s every move.) but it’s not for Derek’s sake. It’s so that Derek will help him save Allison and kill Peter so that he can turn human again and be with Allison. (Are you starting to see a fucking pattern here?) Now, you could try and say that he just has multiple motivations, and yeah, sure, characters are capable of that. But that concept is kind of undermined by the fucking blackmail that Scott uses by THREATENING TO LEAVE HIM TO BE TORTURED.
Are we watching the same show? Scott did sell Derek and his pack out! He leaked information about them to Gerard, let Isaac and Derek follow him into what he knew was a trap, and then forced Derek to bite Gerard against his will.
Also, I just cannot resist. “better and more important than everyone else.” What are you? Three years old?
Now, listen, I don’t pull this card very often, but my husband actually asked me to please say it.
First off: Fuck you. Just had to get that out there.
Second: My HUSBAND IS FUCKING MEXICAN. HE IS FLUENT IN SPANISH. HIS MOTHER’S ENTIRE FAMILY IS MEXICAN. I spend my holidays SURROUNDED by brown boys and girls who call me FAMILY. My FUTURE CHILDREN will be Mexican. There is EVERY likelihood that I’ll have a beautiful brown-skinned baby. My husband sure as fuck doesn’t think I’m racist, and I think he’s got more right to make that judgement than strangers on the internet.
Third: FUCK YOU.
Fourth: For the record, My husband ALSO thinks Scott is garbage, and he’s only 5 episodes into the fucking show.
As a last note, while I’m happy to discuss the show in a reasonable manner, any more hate mail I receive of this particularly pathetic caliber is getting deleted automatically. I don’t play games.
#personal#go for it#hate mail#meta ramblings#rant#anti-scott mccall#when I read these asks to my husband he fucking CACKLED#Anonymous
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Sterek Week 2019 Day Six: Canon Highlights
Scene: Derek hiding out in the Stilinski house, but they actually talk about it
Title: Safe With You
Summary: It’s a real shitty thing to think about in the middle of doing his math homework, but that’s when it occurs to Stiles that Derek is all alone. Everyone he loved, and everyone who has ever loved him are dead and gone. Peeking over his shoulder at Derek, Stiles’ stomach sinks. Settled amongst the pillows, he looks so much smaller than Stiles is used too. He swears that he can see bags under Derek’s eyes, and Stiles finds himself worried about how long it’s been since Derek got some actual sleep.
-Or the one where Derek is a fugitive hiding out in the Stilinski house, but they actually talk about it.
Rating: T
AO3
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Derek's fist curled into the collar of Stiles’ shirt is impossible to dislodge as he shoves him back against his door. Stiles feels his breath leave him in a huff and Derek presses his body in closer, his expression full of a fiery fury. He points at him, puncturing his threat as he says, “If you say one word-.”
Stiles shouldn’t say anything. He should know better by now to keep his mouth shut. But the look on Derek’s face isn’t enough to keep him quiet. “What like, ‘hey dad, Derek Hale’s in my room, bring your gun?’” His arm flairs out to the side, his only outlet for the restless energy making it hard to stand still, and Derek glowers at him. In spite of the situation and the threat, Stiles’ eyes droop down to look at Derek’s lips before meeting his gaze in an unwavering way.
After a moment, Derek drops his hand. His shoulders are relaxing, the only tell that he was actually afraid that Stiles would yell for his father. “Yeah, that’s right. If I’m harboring your fugitive ass, it’s my house,” he punctures that by slapping Derek on the chest with the back of his hand, “my rules, buddy.” As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Stiles regrets them. He’s in no position to be threatening a werewolf, regardless of whether or not his dad is just downstairs. His breath comes out in a rush as they stare at one another, neither of them giving in, both of them waiting for the other person to make the first move.
Derek is the one who budges first. He nods, looking a little proud that Stiles actually stood up for himself. Uncurling his fist from his collar and stepping back, Derek fixes Stiles’ shirt. The absurdity of the situation makes Stiles laugh and he reaches out to do the same to Derek’s leather jacket before moving around him to get to his desk. Before he can fully escape though, Derek pushes his face forward into Stiles’ space, startling him. “Oh my Gods,” he mutters, falling over into his desk chair and glaring up at Derek, who has a small smirk curling his lips up. “You couldn’t just let me have that one, could you?”
Derek rolls his eyes, the hint of a smile disappearing as he moves over to Stiles’ bookshelf. “Shut up, Stiles,” he mutters, picking something to read and settling onto the bed with a huff.
“Shut up, Stiles,” Stiles mimics, watching Derek with a scowl. “Hey, take your shoes off if you’re going to sit on the bed.”
Peering at him over the edge of the book, Derek glares. Stiles doesn’t think that he’s going to listen to him either, but he finally reaches down and undoes his boots, kicking them to the floor.
Stiles watches him for a moment before he turns back to his computer. There’s so much that he needs to get done. He needs to finish his homework so that he doesn’t fail his classes. He has to come up with a way to convince Danny to help him track the text that Allison got so that he can figure out just who the hell the alpha is. Most importantly he needs to keep his best friend and his dad and probably Derek alive.
It’s a lot, and he’s not sure he’s managing this whole werewolf thing very well. Actually, fuck that. He is taking this whole thing like a champ. He’s definitely doing a better job dealing with it than Scott is, seeing as Scott is literally fraternizing with the enemy while Stiles is trying to keep him alive.
And Stiles gets it, he does. Allison is pretty great on her own, and Scott has never liked anyone like he does her. But she’s an Argent. He aunt murdered Derek’s family!
He stops in the middle of the math problem he’s been working through. As absurd as it sounds, Stiles has never actually stopped to think about the fact that all of Derek’s family is dead. Sure, he’s looked up the Hale file, and yeah he actually saw Laura’s body in the grave Derek dug for her. But he’s never stopped to actually think about it. Derek is all alone. Everyone he loves, everyone who has ever loved him, is dead.
It’s a really shitty thing to think about in the middle of doing math homework. Peeking over his shoulder at Derek, Stiles’ stomach sinks. Derek has slumped over onto his side, curled into himself while he thumbs at the book. Settled amongst the pillows, he looks smaller than Stiles is used too, and there’s something about seeing Derek’s socks that makes him look fragile. He’s probably imagining it, but Stiles swears that he can see bags under Derek’s eyes, and he finds himself worried about when the last time Derek got some actual sleep.
Sensing Stiles’ eyes on him, Derek look up and meets his gaze. The scowl on his face isn’t nearly as intimidating as it was hours ago. “What?” He doesn’t really know how to answer. So he just tilts his head and watches Derek closer. He catalogs the way that Derek’s shoulder bunch up as he tenses, and the way that his eyebrows draw together, an act to hide his unease with anger. “What are you staring at?”
“Why did you come here?”
Derek blinks at him. “What?”
Stiles turns his chair around so that he can look at Derek head on. Even though he hadn’t planned on asking the question, now he needs to know the answer. “Why would you come here to hide out, knowing that my dad is the sheriff? It would be so easy for me to turn you over to him right now. Why would you come here?”
If he hadn’t been watching him so closely, it’s likely that Stiles would have missed the way that Derek shifts uncomfortably on the mattress, avoiding his gaze. “It seemed like a good place to hide.” There’s no inflection in his voice, but it almost comes across like a question. “No one would suspect that I would be in the sheriff’s house.”
“That would be true, if I had known you were hiding here. It was pretty risky on your part to climb through my window and wait for me to stumble upon you, scaring me and alerting my dad.”
Derek swings his legs over to the side of the bed, sitting up. “Just drop it, Stiles.”
He can’t. “And why would you come here instead of going to Scott’s house?”
That makes Derek snort. “Scott hates me. He hates being a werewolf, and even though it’s not my fault he blames me for it. Besides, he’s dating an Argent. The last thing I need is for them to find me.”
It’s a fair point. As much as Stiles would like to protest, everything that Derek said is true. Scott does hate being a werewolf. He does blame Derek for it, at least in part. And he’s made it clear what he thinks about Derek. If he had been asked before, Stiles would have said he agreed with whatever Scott said. Sure, he thought the fact that werewolves were real was super cool, and yeah he was kind of jealous that Scott was the one who got bit instead of him. But it was Scott, and Stiles decided long ago that it was him and Scott against the world, everyone else be dammed.
He’s not quite sure when that changed for him.
Maybe it was when Scott refused to listen when Stiles was trying to help him figure everything out. Maybe it changed after Scott continued to ditch him in favor of spending time with Allison, even when their lives were in danger. Don’t get him wrong, he’ll still do whatever it takes to protect Scott, he’s unfailingly loyal like that and a few weeks of being overlooked won’t change it. But-. Well, thinking about it now, Stiles knows without a doubt that he doesn’t hate Derek. And he doesn’t think that he ever has, not really. Sure, he was afraid of him. And yeah, he was definitely suspicious of him. Be he’s never hated him.
And now, sitting in his bedroom, watching Derek curl around himself in an attempt to make himself look smaller, Stiles realizes that he kind of wants to take care of Derek too.
That’s a startling thought. Stiles, who has always been one to roll with the punches, doesn’t question it. So as soon as the thought occurs to him, Stiles accepts it and moves on. “I won’t turn you in,” he says, open and honest. “You can stay here as long as you’d like, okay?”
In what Stiles has come to recognize as Derek’s natural reaction to literally everything, the admission makes Derek scowl. “Why?”
Stiles tilts his head up so he can stare at the ceiling. It’s a move that his dad has used when he was trying to gather the strength and sanity to deal with Stiles. “Because, we’re both trying to accomplish the same thing. Because we’re in this together. Because I trust you.”
The words coupled with the unfailing beat of Stiles’ heart make Derek’s eye flash blue. His expression is one of complete confusion and heartbreak. “You trust me?”
He snorts. “Duh. I would have turned you in long ago if I didn’t.”
“But Scott-.”
“Isn’t me.” He sighs, spinning his desk chair in a complete circle while he gathers his thoughts. “Obviously, I don’t know what Scott is dealing with, not completely. The change has been hard on him, and it was never something that he wanted. He doesn’t see it like a gift, and because of that he’s blinded by what’s going on. He may be my best friend, but that doesn’t mean that we have to think the same. I trust you, and I wish that he would too. So…” he doesn’t quite know how to end his speech, and he feels exposed with everything that he’s just admitted. So he nods once and turns back to his math homework, all too aware of the blush burning its way up the back of his neck. He can tell that Derek is still watching him, but he won’t turn back around.
“It feels safe here,” Derek whispers, interrupting the awkward silence in the room. Stiles freezes. “I needed somewhere to go where I would feel safe, and my instincts led me to you. I don’t-. I hadn’t intended to stop here, and I almost left when I realized where I was, but I could hear you bustling around downstairs and realized that my wolf was right.” He clears his throat. “I trust you too.” The words are awkward and stilted, but Stiles believes them whole heartedly.
Instead of turning around and beaming at Derek like Stiles wants too, he keeps his focus on his desk, though he’s sure that his scent is all warm satisfaction. “Cool.”
There is silence behind him for a drawn out moment, and then he hears Derek shuffle back into his position on the bed, making himself comfortable again. Stiles does glance over his shoulder at him once more, smiling when he sees how relaxed Derek looks while he reads, before getting back to work solving his math equations.
He knows that they’ll figure out who the alpha is. He knows that they’ll save Scott and avenge Laura’s death. And, perhaps the most important thing that he knows, is that they’ll do it together. They may not fit perfectly, and it may not make sense, but he trusts Derek and Derek trusts him and for now that’s all that really matters.
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Any Sterek fics with Kira/Derek friendship?
Yeah, @justtakemeforaspin! - Anastasia
The Fox and The Wolf by the_problem_with_stardust
(1/1 I 1,001 I General)
“Hold still!” Derek tried to sound gruff but ended up landing somewhere between sheepish and amused.
Kira gasped in a breath, one hand still held firmly in Derek’s grip. “Sorry, sorry, give me a minute.”
He rolled his eyes as Kira wiped away tears of laughter with the back of her free hand. Once it seemed like the giggles had subsided, Derek turned back to his task.
5 Times Derek Comes Out + 1 Time He Doesn't Have To by SourwolfSeblaine
(1/1 I 2,634 I General)
Exactly what the title says. It follows mostly canon, but a little twist to it.
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Derek was only 14 when he realized that he wasn’t only attracted to girls, he also liked boys. There was this boy in his class, Lucas, and he made Derek’s stomach feel weird every time they made eye contact.
At first Derek didn’t know what it was. But then he realized it, the way girls talk about boys and boys talk about girls is exactly the same how he feels about Lucas.
Five Times Derek Failed To Tell Stiles How He Feels (+1 Time Stiles Knew Anyway) by WhoNatural
(1/1 I 3,338 I Teen)
Stiles grins, impish and proud, and scrabbles at another piece of his notebook. Derek is determined to ignore it - he really is, but Stiles’ legs are longer than they might seem and his reach includes the front leg of Derek’s chair.
He sighs, put-upon, and unfolds the note,
Wanna go steady w/ me? Y[ ] or Y[ ]
leave the lights on by ericaismeg, foxerica (ericaismeg)
(1/1 I 3,805 I General)
Kira shows up on Derek's doorstep, upset about Malia. Derek finds himself opening up to her about his crush on Stiles, which isn't really going anywhere.
All That and a Bag of Chips by tabbytabbytabby
(1/1 I 6,718 I Teen)
Derek is content with his life. He lives with his best friend Kira and gets to do something he loves for a living. Something that conveniently keeps him in the apartment and away from people most days. Then he runs out of his favorite writing chips. His trip to the store leads him to an encounter or two that are going to wind up changing his life, whether he knows it then or not.
The Secret Life of Fanboy Derek Hale by maybaby34
(6/? I 9,989 I Teen)
“He’s all over social media…you should follow him, he’s hilarious.”
Derek cleared his throat and refused to meet Kira’s eyes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Kira sighed. “Fine, be that way. Just don’t make fun of the rest of us when we fangirl over him tonight. If you do, trust me, I’ll be telling them about your boner over Stilinski.” Kira flounced out of the room with the cart.
Derek sat back in his seat, speechless for a moment until what Kira had said hit him.
He stormed out of the backroom and onto the sales floor. “I definitely did not have a boner!” he snapped out at Kira.
Too bad she was helping a customer when he proclaimed his lack of erection to the entire store.
Loose Threads by Mek
(1/1 I 12,013 I Teen)
It's a month after they finally put down the nogitsune when Stiles turns to Lydia and asks, "How far are you on figuring out how to resurrect Allison?" Because Stiles now knows the difference between Lydia-the-human-being and Lydia-the-goddess-he-put-on-a-pedestal, he doesn't buy the arched eyebrow and biting comment she deflects with. "Yeah, well," he replies, "if you hit a brick wall or something, I've got some ideas." It's a week later when Lydia shows up at his locker before lunch and tells him that after school he's coming over to her house. Oh, and so help her, he's going to tell her every last thought he has on how to bring Allison back, or else.
Ouch. My Heart by Marylin
(6/? I 16,529 I Mature)
Stiles is ready for college. Ready for parties, raves, no scary mystical and supernatural baddies, and hopefully lots and lots of sex. Only six more weeks until he's free of High School forever, hopefully supernatural free.
And then poof. Supernatural baddies, a crazy witch with a sick sense of humor, and one sour wolf who drives Stiles up the fucking wall.
Or
The story of how Derek and Stiles get stupidly cursed by an equally stupid witch and are suddenly stupid bonded with each other's stupid faces.
Strains of the Heart by clotpolesonly
(1/1 I 20,667 I General)
Stiles has always worked with Scott for end-of-year projects. Only this year, Scott wants to work with his new girlfriend Allison, leaving Stiles without a partner. The only person not already partnered up is Derek Hale, first chair violin who has played for his sister Laura and only his sister Laura since joining the academy.
If he was just an asshole, Stiles could handle that. But Stiles has a vision for this project, one he's spent his whole life cultivating, and Derek? Derek just doesn't get it, and that Stiles cannot handle.
User Error by Poison_Love_Words
(10/? I 37,767 I Explicit)
Given enough coffee and a few flirty texts from Mr.Bookish, Stiles could rule the world from his basement office at Triple S. That is until the day his best friend stabs him in the back for a pretty face and the (false) promise of fame and fortune.
Based on the Prompt:Omega Stiles is the real brain behind the up and coming tech company but Scott the public “face” starts to believe his own press and falls in with his new girlfriends bigoted family. He lets them talk him into kicking Stiles out of the company. And then Stiles gets revenge by going to work for the Hales.
Plus One by Moosey
(10/10 I 44,838 I Explicit)
“Dude, I can’t show up solo to my ex-girlfriends wedding. I can’t do that,” Scott stressed, his face arranged in an expression that was almost comically anguished, like one of those weird, sad-face, tragic drama masks.
“So we find you a date,” Stiles shrugged, as though it was no big deal. Scott was adorable, in reasonably good shape, and probably the best guy Stiles had ever known, or would ever know. He wouldn’t have any real issues with getting a girl.
“Stiles, it’s in two weeks. Two weeks. How do I find a girl willing to date me, and come abroad with me to my exes wedding, in two weeks?!”
One Beacon Hills by 182daysof
(15/18 I 73,141 I Mature)
Three years four months and two days we return to Beacon Hills and somethings have changed, some of them have reached the goals they set as teens: Stiles is a Deputy, Lydia is a respected scientist and Scott became the vet he was destined to be. Some didn't: Derek lost his inheritance and started work as an EMT. Following on from Lydia's influence Malia has become a fashion designer, and Peter Hale is locked in Eichen House. But, after Lydia encourages Derek back home to Beacon Hills old hurts and feelings will be cracked free between Stiles and Derek especially when a body is found in the woods on Hale property.
I Wish He Was Mine, He's Really Divine by yodasyoyo
(24/24 I 87,706 I Teen)
Derek has been pining for Stiles Stilinski for years. He never thought he'd actually be in with a chance, but all that's about to change.
OR: Very slow build Sterek, with nerd!Derek, sort of badboy!Stiles, plenty of pining and a Kira/Derek friendship for the ages.
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Bottom Derek (Sterek) MasterList
This fic rec idea was shamelessly “borrowed” from qhuinn’s original bottom!derek list which is much older and sadly contains a ton of broken links now. I attempted to mesh her list with fics I love but it turned out to be a MUCH bigger project than anticipated. As most things with me are :p
Anyways, here are 100 bottom!derek fics. The mature or explicit rating is implied for all the fics that follow. We can only hope that I did not post the same fic twice!
I Do Do You? by Captain_Loki. Explicit. 6540 words. Stiles and Derek wake up hung over and married in a hotel room in Las Vegas. It wouldn't be so bad if the year before their relationship hadn't fallen apart.
One Night Pancakes by literaryoblivion. Explicit. 5643 words. Derek loves his kids. He does. But… every once in a while he needs a break from them. It’s natural. It’s totally fine. He needs some “me” time occasionally. It’s allowed, okay?At least this is what he keeps telling himself when he drops the kids and their overnight bags off at his older sister Laura’s house.
Nine Times Out of Ten by lielabell. Explicit. 4613 words. Part 2 of the Mating Habbits series. Nine times out of ten, Stiles is the one being pushed back on the bed with his head tilted back to expose his neck. Nine times out of ten, Stiles’s legs are the ones that are spread, his hands are the ones that grip the sheets. Nine times out of ten, Stiles gasps and moans and arches up into Derek’s touch, Stiles’s thighs grip at Derek’s hips; Stiles’s feet lock together behind Derek’s back. Nine times out of ten, Stiles takes and takes and takes and loves every single second of it. But the tenth time … The tenth time is different.
Take my Twist with a Shout by toomuchgawking. Explicit. 2889 words. Derek thinks that Stiles might enjoy topping the first time they have sex. Stiles is a little blindsided by how much he agrees.
Anatomy of a Werewolf by idyll. Explicit. 1533 words. Written for a prompt by descendingspiral on Tumblr, who asked for: Stiles needs to focus on studying for his Anatomy class. Derek volunteers his body.
Bank Windows by Moonbeam. Explicit. 2236 words. All human banking AU smut. Derek is a bank manager and Stiles is an irate customer. Best way to solve the problem? Sex against a window!
First Snow by Moonbeam. Explicit. 26341 words. In the future Stiles and Derek finally get together. One night Stiles wakes Derek up because it is snowing, they spend the following week enjoying the snow like Stiles did with his mum as Derek and Stiles try to move further in their relationship as the past keeps coming back to make it harder.
Melting in your vice dreams by hito. Explicit. 7445 words. Written last month for derekstiles. Scott and Stiles accidentally discover Derek’s secret New York career in porn.
I’m betting this wasn’t beta tested by dancinbutterfly. Explicit. 7870 words. Derek is thrown into a violent heat in the wake of Lydia and Peter’s actions at the end of Party Guessed. Debilitated by his own needs, Derek reaches out to Stiles, the only person he wants and can hope to trust.
Hyper heart alone by hito. Explicit. 34570 words. When Stiles returns home to help his father recover from an injury, he discovers that things have changed somewhat in his absence: Derek is working closely with Stiles’ father, around the house and underfoot, generally annoying and disconcerting Stiles with his presence. Well, Stiles isn’t sure you could call all the sex they end up having annoying, but he isn’t really willing to call it anything else, either.
The ETA from you to me by Rawren (Deshonanana). Explicit. 105038 words. In which Derek drives a tow truck and Stiles is the weekend dispatcher who attempts to woo him with his lack of a brain-to-mouth filter and affinity for run-on sentences.
Hypothetically: Wolfsbane by JenNova. Explicit. 7086 words. “So,” Stiles says, resting his elbows on his knees and settling his chin in his hands. “Hypothetical then: one of you guys gets dosed with some sex wolfsbane – how do we deal with it?”
I’ll just entertain myself by entanglednow. Explicit. 2942 words. Stiles is really bad at sitting still once he’s got an idea in his head.
Muérdago by starbolin. Explicit. 17674 words. “Mistletoe was often considered a pest that kills trees and devalues natural habitats, but was recently recognized as an ecological keystone species, an organism that has a disproportionately pervasive influence over its community. In Norse myth, an arrow made of mistletoe was the only thing that was able to kill the god Balder. The goddess Frigg had asked all other things to vow not to hurt Balder, but she had ignored the mistletoe because it seemed too small to be dangerous.”
Happy Endings by kototyph. Explicit. 2761 words. Stiles is a masseur, and very good at what he does. Derek was not expecting this.
Hypothetically: Potion by JenNova. Explicit. Sex Pollen. 9415 words. “Potion,” Stiles says, his eyes clearing as he focuses on Derek. “In a cup.”
This Time With Feeling by Crimson1. Explicit. 36132 words. “Derek Hale, if you refuse to learn from your past…then you will be doomed to repeat it.” In which Derek is turned into a 16-year-old and has to stay with Stiles until they figure out how to turn him back. Eventual slash and smut, set post season 2, semi-AU.
Won’t You Be My Mate? by Unloyal_Olio. 6228 words. Derek could just ask, but he’s not very good at that. Better to demonstrate.
Oh What These Headlights Have Seen by pterawaters. Explicit.2820 words. Derek’s boss is spoiled, demanding, and far too attractive. Or, the one where Derek is a mechanic and Stiles owns lots of cars.
Not Enough Postage by ecarian. Explicit. 5247 words. Derek doesn’t know how to ask for things in bed.
A Californian Werewolf in New York by dancinbutterfly & knight_tracer. Explicit. 16314 words. When Derek finally realizes that there’s nothing left for him in Beacon Hills, he goes back to New York, gets a life, falls in love and finds his home. (A podfic/fanfic collaboration)
You Make My Heart Beat (Faster) by lady_ragnell. Explicit. 2611 words. Stiles listens to Derek’s heart. Warnings: light medical kink, brief references to violence and past character death.
The Skies Above Are Blue by Trelkez Mature. . AU. 95258 words. Derek is a wedding DJ. Stiles just happens to go to a lot of weddings.
It’s a break, not a vacation by dancinbutterfly. Explicit. Sequel to A Californian Werewolf In New York. WIP. 4296 words. The anniversary of the fire sneaks up on Derek. So he follows his instinct and leaves Manhattan to get to the one thing he really needs to survive the worst week of the year, Stiles. Unfortunately, that puts him in Beacon Hills - the worst place he could possibly be at the worst possible time. Yeah, Derek didn’t really think this through.
Exceeds Expectations by Captain_Loki. Explicit. 1411 words. Stiles had had greater let downs in his life…But losing his virginity to Derek Hale was still ranked atop a decently long list.
The Way I feel by elisera. Explicit. 10332 words. “Okay, go away,” Stiles says loudly to make sure that Scott and Erica can hear him over Derek’s growling. His hands are so slick with blood, he keeps fumbling his keys, barely managing to unlock the Jeep and get out his emergency duffel. “Leave him the fuck alone for a bit.”“We’ll go and take care of the corpse,” Scott says, taking the duffel out of his hands and unzipping it for him. He holds out a towel to Stiles, looks him up and down. “You’re sure you’re fine?”“It’s not my blood,” Stiles snaps, wiping down his hands, arms. Fuck, even his face and throat are slick with it and he really, really wants it off. Derek keeps circling them, eyes fixed on Stiles and his body’s still trying to shift back onto four feet, the bones and muscles bulging outwards against his skin and Stiles has no idea why Derek’s freaking out this badly.
Hunger by bigboobedcanuck. Explicit. 2918 words. There are no vampires in Beacon Hills. Until now. “Let him go.” Derek manages to keep his voice steady, although he’s aiming for cold and detached. “I’m the one you want. He’s just a human. What can he do for you?”
Thank you for my sex life by wearing_tearing. Explicit. 6630 words. Later that week when Stiles gifts Scott with the biggest chocolate cake he can find - the words thank you for my sex life written across it - he can’t help but think that maybe he should listen to Scott more often.
Like Falling by wearing_tearing. Mature. 13191 words. In which Laura kills herself on the five-year anniversary of the Hale fire, Stiles convinces Derek to take him on a road trip, some things feel like falling, and everyone gets more than they bargained for.
Not Your Typical Alpha by halcyon1993 9904 words. Derek is an unusual alpha. He doesn't want some omega to hang off his knot but to hang off of someone else's. The only problem is that no other alpha is willing. Until the new dildo he orders is mistakenly delivered to his neighbour.
Track My Every Movement by derekstilinski. Explicit. 6660 words. Derek has had a lot of problems with his past, especially centered around sex. Over the years, Stiles has helped him through so much, and this is a big test of everything they’ve worked on.
Now Your Smile Comes Over in Your Voice by talktowater. Explicit. 19021 words. Part two of Love Comes in Spurts series.
What you do to me by verity. Explicit. 1566 words. The first time they had sex, it was the full moon, and things went very quickly from Derek talking to Stiles as Stiles flipped through the grimoire that Derek had brought down to Davis to Stiles rimming Derek on the bed, cupping his balls until Derek came all over the sheets, half wolfed-out, dick untouched, and deeply confused.
Jinx Removing by DevilDoll. Explicit. 6271 words. "Derek wished he would sit down or take his jacket off or something; anything that would indicate he was going to stay for more than a few minutes.“ This is an alternate universe version of the apartment scene in my story Love, Like a Sentence of Death.
I Wish That I Could See You Soon by talktowater. Explicit. 23606 words. Derek Hale is one half of indie duo Girls and the Dogs. He spent his late teens drinking and fucking his way around small clubs over the world, but now he is sober, sick of touring, and has rules. Or one rule at least. No hook ups on tour. When the guy with the impossibly tight t-shirt who calls himself Stiles follows him back to his bus one night after a show in London, he’s in no danger of breaking his rules because as Stiles quite categorically states, he is straight. Right… good luck with that Derek…
The Great Pretender by talktowater. Explicit. 45275 words. Stiles is the new kid at Beacon Hills High, class of 1958 and he’s trying to make an impression. Derek can’t figure out why this kid is so set on making such a bad one.
Absence Makes the Dick Grow Fonder by tylerfucklin. Explicit. 4191 words. Stiles frowned, “…do you want to hang up?” This time, Stiles could hear the hitch in Derek’s breath, and it was enough to give him the courage to ask, “do you want me to tell you what I’m doing?” “what are you doing?” Derek croaked lowly. There was the sound of a door closing on the other line, followed by the creak of bed springs. “Fucking into my hand,” Stiles blurted with a groan, his body getting hot just thinking about Derek lying on his bed back in Beacon Hills and touching himself, “thinking of you.”
All the Way to the Bone by otter. Explicit. 6514 words. Stiles wanted Derek to be happy, and he wanted Derek to be safe, and these things were as obvious and visible as the tattoos on Stiles’ skin, the shapes that Derek could trace now with his fingers without even looking.
DTF by Captain_Loki. Explicit. 2156 words. It’s nearly midnight when Derek gets the text, phone buzzing against the mattress beside him. Horny: DTF?
Navigating This Space Between Us by Omni. 9641 words. Derek gets forced to watch some sci-fi show about a surly, secret prince and the sarcastic young spaceship captain hired to aid him on his quest. Strangely enough, he finds himself hooked on it. So much so that he's even drawn into the fandom. There he meets a popular fanfic author with an oddly endearing attitude, and he gets rather smitten. Maybe this mystery guy could actually help get him to stop pining for Stiles...
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us by queerly_it_is. Explicit. 12381 words. Derek doesn’t get why he likes it so much. It’s just not – he hadn’t expected to need this. Not from Stiles. Not from anyone, ever. He doesn’t do this. Except he does, now. Because it’s for Stiles, and Derek – fuck, he likes it too.
with metal on our tongues (we’ll be dressed in rags) by Rena. Explicit. 18848 words. Double-oh agents are a piece of work; Stiles knew that before he became MI6’s new quartermaster. It’s cool, he survived Lydia in college, he can deal with stubborn, reckless, trigger-happy operatives. Derek Hale, though, is definitely trying to live up to his predecessor’s legacy and make Stiles’ life more difficult. AKA the one where Derek is 007 and Stiles is Q and they bitch and angst their way to a Happy Ending.
Dwells Amidst Your Walls by the_ragnarok. Explicit. 11441 words. Scott accidentally sells Stiles’ virginity on Craigslist. (Derek wins.)
Peer Pressure by betp. Teen and Up Audiences. 1615 words. Stiles squirms under the weight of Chris’ arm. "Can you let me go now? I have shit to do." "He has shit to do,” Chris tells the group, grinning. “Very busy, very popular. Can’t even answer a simple question, he’s too good for that. I hope he knows what we do to kids who’re too good to talk to us. In which Chris is fancied some kind of maligned star in Sterek’s union, and is thwarted by being above the influence.
All The Things I Learned by JenNova. Explicit. 2642 words. Kate Argent taught Derek two things. Never trust anyone outside his own species. Sex is power.
If I Had A Wish (Or Even A Choice) by ladyblahblah. Explicit. 3892 words. Stiles has a preference for written porn. He also has a thing for Derek’s voice. So when Derek finds his erotica collection, this is clearly either the best or the worst thing that’s ever happened to him.
What You Think You Know, You Don't by Brego_Mellon_Nin. Explicit. 4501 words. Derek is in the kitchen when he hears the teasing start up again. He can feel his wolf roaring under his skin, wanting to defend their mate, but he stays put. Stiles has asked him to let it go, so he will.
The Pickup Line I Deserve by hannah_baker. 4227 words. Derek Hale has a type: tall, lanky, pale, brunette, passive. Stiles Stilinski is nearly all of those things - but not quite.Or, The Time Derek Hale's One Night Stand Was More Than He Bargained For.
Just Act Normal by zosofi. Explicit. 78677 words. If someone had told Stiles back in high school that he would be an Oscar winning actor by the time he turned 25, he would’ve probably told Scott to punch them. The thing is, though…they would’ve been right. Which makes returning to Beacon Hills, center of all that is supernatural and better left avoided, all the more awkward.
My Regrets Are Few series by secondstar. Mature-Explicit. Around 7000 words total. There was no way that Stiles was rolling over for Derek Hale, absolutely no way. He didn’t care if he was the Alpha, because Stiles was no werewolf.
You Don’t See Straight by annber. Explicit..174981 words. Stiles finds himself in a secret werewolf community to participate in a mating run. Sterek happens. Side OC’s.
Oh, The Places We’ll Go Series by KeriArentikai. Explicit. 18934 words.The five friends sat at a table in the student union building, laughing over their fast-food lunches."Okay," said Jackson, "which prof would you bang?""Hale," Erica, Isaac and Stiles all said together. No one was surprised at their answer.
Gravity’s Got Nothing on You by zosofi. Explicit. 84031 words. The one where the Hale fire never happened, Laura is a nosy sister, Derek is desperate, and Stiles is the only one that can help.
Stick Around by siny. Explicit. 9245 words. Stiles and Derek are always arguing about stupid silly things, but it gets worse every time Stiles gets hurt. or The first time that Derek admits that he loves Stiles. Will Stiles ever admit that he loves him back?
Stolen by Firenation. Explicit. 99099 words. Derek first meets Stiles when he’s fifteen years old, just after the fire, and realises that he’s his mate. You can picture the kind of joy that follows.
Enemy Lines by qhuinn. Explicit. 149179 words..This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves. Years later when Derek returns to Beacon Hills, he does it as Alpha of a military pack on a mission to capture those responsible for the region’s resistance. With his main objective, Sheriff Stilinski, out of sight, he settles for the next best thing: his son, Stiles. Neither of them suspects they’ll need to trust each other if they want to make it out this alive.
First Date by Onlymystory. Mature. 15125 words. Stiles has Danny set him up with a date. But Derek’s reaction ensures the night ends very differently.
Shaken and Stirred series by secondstar. Explicit. 15350 words. Stiles is the voice in his ear and the man in the glasses behind the computer screen. At the end of the day, he’s the only one Agent Eta trusts.
The Sweetest of Words (Have the Bitterest Taste) by Omni. Explicit. 9902 words. Five or so years after the show. Stiles is in college, and finds himself getting stalked by a succubus. Derek’s determined that the best way to thwart her is to prove that he and Stiles are madly in love. It’s not really as much of an act as either seems to think.
Bubbles by always_addicted. Explicit. 58195 words. Stiles knew he was in trouble the minute his father sat next to him with *that* look on his face. But he didn’t expect the words “Governor Hale’s son” and “arranged marriage” to come spilling out of the Sheriff’s mouth. But really, he should’ve known it would be bad. He just couldn’t imagine anything worse.
Never Cage A Rabid Wolf by tty9. Explicit. 49734 words. Stiles is sent to prison, and guess who his cellmate is?
Your Majesty by grimm. Explicit. 22291 words. It wasn’t like he was a pro or whatever, but like any teenage boy he’d spent a lot of time jerking off, and there were a lot of people on the internet that liked watching that sort of thing. And while the idea of doing actual porn - like, porn with another person’s dick in his ass porn - kind of made him uncomfortable, jerking off by himself in front of a camera sounded okay. If you’re good at something, never do it for free, right? Based off a prompt asking for Stiles as a cam boy and Derek lusting after his hot virgin bod.
You Set My Soul Alight by Captain_Loki. Explicit. 5135 words. Derek finds Stiles’ toys…basically Stiles + Derek + Dildos.
Plus One by Moosey. 44838 words. “Dude, I can’t show up solo to my ex-girlfriends wedding. I can’t do that,” Scott stressed, his face arranged in an expression that was almost comically anguished, like one of those weird, sad-face, tragic drama masks.“So we find you a date,” Stiles shrugged, as though it was no big deal. Scott was adorable, in reasonably good shape, and probably the best guy Stiles had ever known, or would ever know. He wouldn’t have any real issues with getting a girl.“Stiles, it’s in two weeks. Two weeks. How do I find a girl willing to date me, and come abroad with me to my exes wedding, in two weeks?!”
Finger Bangin' by Hatteress. Explicit. 3464 words. Stiles starts bringing drumsticks to Pack gatherings, sitting himself on the edge of the group to tap out maddening rhythms on his knees as the werewolves train. The first time he’d pulled them out, spinning one stick in a showy twirl between his fingers, Derek had actually staggered a little, missed a basic move, and ended up on his back blinking up at fucking Jackson, of all people.
the one where Derek gets high by nighimpossible. Explicit. 1167 words. What it says on the tin. Derek needs to find a way to relax, and Stiles is more than willing to assist.
his descent was like nightfall by nighimpossible. Explicit. 2328 words. Derek is drowning. The creature that calls itself Stiles drags him ashore. (nymph!Stiles)
Special Collections by hannah_baker. Explicit. 16423 words. Stiles Stilinski is a senior in college working on his thesis. Derek Hale is the grumpy (though inhumanely attractive) special collections librarian. All they needed was a common interest to spark a friendship that becomes more than either of the bargained for.
Hold Your Breath and Count to Ten by secondstar. Explicit. 6611 words. Stiles is the voice in his ear and the man in the glasses behind the computer screen. At the end of the day, he’s the only one Agent Eta trusts.
Bogarted by HalfFizzbin. Mature. 3126 words. Alternate Title: "Dick Failwolf, Private Eye." (Or, Derek’s hit with a Film Noir curse, which forces him to narrate his own life in luridly-detailed prose.)
Politics of a Scandal by qhuinn. Explicit. 17097 words. The one where Stiles is the hottest new media consultant in the business and Laura Hale desperately needs his services. She’s about to launch a campaign for Governor of California and her brother, Derek, is a media nightmare waiting to happen.
You Might Just Find You Get What You Need by TWCooper. Explicit. 11254 words. Derek is one of the highest earning escorts at Peter’s Menagerie, where the roster of beautiful men and women are ready and waiting to give you everything you want. When Lydia calls begging him to cover for her with their biggest client he isn’t expecting to find himself in the hotel room of Stiles Stilinski, genius and billionaire founder of premier social networking site FriendSpace. What starts as a simple job providing companionship soon has Derek struggling with his own desires. Feelings that his profession has forced him to lock away come to the surface as he risks losing himself to his latest client. Sometimes what you want is what you really need.
Finally Know The Difference by GotTheSilver. Explicit. 12512 words. In which Stiles is working at the bar his dad owns and Derek Hale returns to Beacon Hills with a guitar slung over his shoulder.
One-handed Typing by Omni. Explicit. 6857 words. Stiles makes a cyber sex buddy who supposedly looks like a dark-haired version of his favorite character on his favorite show. Which, coincidentally enough, is also what Derek looks a hell of a lot like.
Alpha Complex by Hatteress. Explicit. 3354 words. “Hold still,” Stiles says, hand clamping down on the back of Derek’s neck to keep him from turning and it’s laughable, really – the thought that that would be enough to hold him. Except it is. Because Stiles’ fingers are gripping the nape of Derek’s neck, pressure sure and hard and Derek- Derek can’t fucking breathe.
Can’t Stand the Heat by LuminescentLily. Explicit. 14149 words. Still hopelessly in love and too dense to realize they both feel the same, Stiles and Derek have to try and deal with their feelings as hunters decend on Beacon Hills and Derek goes into heat at a most inopportune time.
A Mating Moon by unpossible. Explicit. words. 37354. “Hey, Scott, so, I uh, there’s this amazingly hot guy and I’m uh, gonna spend the weekend with him but, you know, just to be careful, I’m sending you his picture, so if by some terrible chance my bloated corpse shows up sometime Monday, just, y’know pass this along to the authorities.” He pauses. “Uh. Kidding?” and then hangs up with a rush of air. “That is the worst voicemail in the history of voicemails,” Derek says.
Make A Little Noise by JenNova 1757 words. So the first time Stiles got Derek on his back, worked him open and pressed inside with the long exhale of a perfect fit, he wasn't expecting the sound. Sure when they exchange handjobs, or blowjobs, or any other kind of orgasm, Derek can get a little vocal – sometimes even demanding in a hesitant sort of way – but the deep moans, the sharp grunts, the cursing and the constant use of Stiles' name was not expected.
Mauve by bleepobleep 7380 words. It’s been ten years since he’s seen Derek Hale, but Stiles would recognize that ass anywhere.
Kintsugi by artemis69 7866 words. Derek is too big, and strong, and a werewolf. He knows perfectly well what men are and aren’t allowed to be.Stiles would beg to differ.In which there are pretty boys, flowers, panties, glitter, and Stiles gives a heartfelt fuck you to the concept of toxic masculinity.
Married at First Glance by WonderWolf 63558 words. Married at First Glance gives its participants seven weeks. Seven weeks, starting when they meet and marry their “perfect match”, to decide if they want to stay married or divorce.For Stiles and Derek though, the challenge lies within trying to pretend that they don’t absolutely hate each other’s guts. When you’re married to a werewolf who dislikes humans, however, this can get a little tricky.But the sweet, sweet cash reward at the end will be worth it. Right?
Getting To The Bottom Of It by KaliopeShipsIt 17031 words. When Deputy Stiles Stilinski's new boyfriend Derek refuses to bottom for him, even though Stiles is one-hundred percent sure he secretly loves it, Stiles draws the wrong conclusions and their relationship implodes spectacularly.Little does he realize that Derek's refusal has nothing to do with toxic masculinity hang-ups or his trust in Stiles and everything to do with the fact that he's hiding two very furry secrets.Cue kidnapping, rogue Omegas, and life-changing revelations.
Something More by kaistrex (weishen) 19148 words. When Derek and Stiles stumbled into a friends with benefits relationship purely by accident, they weren’t expecting it would one day save their asses when a threat from Derek’s past comes knocking. All they need to do is pretend to really be in love to avoid an arranged marriage agreed to years ago with a pact of blood. Considering they hadn’t bothered setting up boundaries when the ‘benefits’ first started, it’s no surprise that the lines begin to blur and Derek’s eyes are eventually opened to a truth he hadn’t been ready to face.
The Unicorn In Me by Emela 18570 words. Derek touches a Unicorn and it doesn't try to kill him, despite the fact he is no longer a virgin. When Peter tells the pack about Kate, Stiles makes it his mission to give Derek the kind of relationship he deserves.
Moved on from Whispers by wishingonalightningbolt 5346 words. He’s not dumb. Out of everyone in the school, Derek is second in grades only to Lydia Martin, and the only reason Stiles is third is because he’s taking more APs than Derek, so his grades are suffering the slightest bit. That’s why Derek knows, when Stiles arches an eyebrow at him, why what he said was so incredibly dumb.Stiles didn’t break into Lydia Martin’s upstairs bathroom to take a piss. He broke into Lydia Martin’s upstairs bathroom while Derek was in it, because—because of reasons.
Cornerstone by Vendelin 83738 words. Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.
my heart’s been offline by thepsychicclam 58893 words. 31/M/New York. Rich, lays in bed all day, likes to read (aka Derek Hale, son of an Oscar winning actress, brother of one obnoxious reality star and one rebellious fashion designer, hates the paparazzi so much he's a recluse)26/M/California. Boring office job, likes to read (aka Stiles Stilinski, co-owner of a 100 acre organic farm with his dad and two best friends, writer of obits for a newspaper, has absolutely no life)Or, where Derek and Stiles meet online, and Stiles has no clue Derek's part of a famous family.
Muffins As A Declaration Of Intent by JenNova 3731 words. “Top or bottom?” Stiles asks, off to Derek's right.“Bottom,” Derek says automatically, not really looking at him. “Wait, what?”
Stand Here At The Edge Of Something New by Chiomi 3233 words. This is Stiles’ last night of freedom before he’s married to a man he hasn’t seen in over a decade - not even photos, not even Facebook. He intends to make the most of it.
The One Where He Pitches And Catches by mikkimouse 4272 words. Derek entered the conference room, spotted the table with "M. P. Stilinski" on it, and stopped short.Oh fuck.It most definitely was not going to be fine.Sitting on the other side of the table was the most attractive man Derek had ever seen, with whiskey-colored eyes and pale skin with dark moles speckled across his jawline, moles Derek was very familiar with because he'd spent two hours last night drunk out of his mind and licking them.
You Saw Me Standing Alone 43947 words. A pack of alpha werewolves is burning a war path through Beacon Hills; Stiles shouldn’t have the luxury of trying to get laid.
Versus by secondstar 94521 words. At age nineteen, Stiles Stilinski was the next big thing, according to The Guardian. It was surreal, not being able to turn on Sky Sports without hearing his name mentioned along with the names of players he grew up idolizing. Stiles couldn’t believe that this was his life.
Stomping Stereotypes by LadyDrace 2518 words. Derek and Stiles have been dating for a while, and they've finally decided that they're ready for sex. There's only one tiny issue, and Derek has a little trouble bringing it up...
Booty Call by dragon_temeraire 1670 words. Derek really needs to get fucked, and he knows just who to call.
A Second Chance at First Impressions by Cobrilee 7042 words. Derek grew up with the world's most embarrassing soulmark, which is honestly not the best first impression his soulmate could make. Then he meets the guy, and all of a sudden the soulmark doesn't matter quite so much after all.
our lives are changing lanes by grimm 47537 words. There's a lot of screaming going on inside the first house Stiles visits. He isn't really worried, because it sounds like kids, but then the door opens and hi, says his dick, because the dude in front of him is gorgeous, built like a god with a face like thunder. Stiles wants to lick that solid jaw line. Hold the fuck on, says his cop brain, because the dude's got kids hanging all over him; one's on his back, skinny legs looped around his waist, and another two hanging off one arm, toes barely brushing the ground. There's a tubby toddler clinging to his leg like a koala, and he's got a baby tucked into the crook of the one arm that doesn’t have kids hanging off it. Stiles' mouth drops open."How many of those kids did you kidnap?" he asks before he can wrangle his brain into submission.The man gives him a look that says what the fuck is wrong with you and snaps, "You think I'd subject myself to this on purpose?""Oooh," says one of the kids hanging off his arm. "I'm telling Mom."
Sense of Home by siny 53067 words. Home can be a place, but it can also be a person.After the events with the Nemeton, Stiles starts suffering the consequences of their sacrifice. A journey he attempts to make on his own, but only becomes worse with every step he takes. In the process he seeks comfort in an unexpected place and it draws him toward an unexpected person.
Pack Up; Don’t Stray by the_deep_magic 55220 words. Werewolves are an enslaved underclass, collared and tagged by human masters. Detective Stilinski’s on duty the night they bring in an untagged stray.
Advanced Vocabulary by wangler 4425 words. “Why do you like me?” Derek asks as he folds his shirt and drops it onto Stiles’ computer chair.“For your body,” Stiles says.
swallow me down raw, like you mean it by bleepobleep 7789 words. Derek isn’t quite sure what to do, but he can’t look away from the way Stiles’ mouth moves while he talks, and then Stiles’ shirt rides up a little with a particular wild gesture, revealing an expanse of pale skin. The comment I have these in red reverberates in his mind, and now Derek is frozen, imagining the man before him clad in nothing but a pair of lacy red panties.
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Always , Only. You 12.2
Talia had taken in Y/N in to her pack after your parents and their pack were brutally murdered. For years she trained and learned under Talia alongside Derek , Laura and Cora. One night Talia tells you along with Derek that you two have to imprint on each other , to become each other’s mates. Your connection to Derek has always been stronger than his to you. So after the fire it killed you to be away from him , but you had to do it for your own survival. 7 years after the fact , you return home. Back to Beacon Hills. But the Derek you return to is not the same Derek you know. Will Y/N ever get Derek to accept the fact they are meant to be together?
Soulmate!Au Teen Wolf.
Derek Hale x Reader
Gif credit: /Iceburglounge
A/N: TW: Mentions of sexual assault, abuse, rape. Soooo, I know Teen Wolf is like 6 years old (maybe less since season three came out later) but I just barely now came across a lot of .... tea... about Jeff Davis and the controversy he stirred up about Dennifer? So, yeah I’ve noticed he treated Derek like shit in the series. Actually a whole bunch of characters that deserved better. Plus there was a lot of queerbaiting and a lot of implied romantic relationships/feelings between adults and literal high schoolers and ugh let’s not mention the lowkey xxx scenes between a lot of the characters that were there just because. But one that really stuck to me was the whole Jennifer Blake ‘psychologically and sexually abused’ Derek. So apparently (and also confirmed by Jeff Davis but I can’t seem to find the link to the article anywhere) Jennifer Blake used Darach magic on Derek to have him trust her and in the scene where they are intimate that was also her using magic because she was healing him and tricking him in to thinking love was making him heal faster. And then she completely 180ed on him when it was time for her to carry out her plan. I rewatched it and it’s hard for me to see it any other way especially since the WRITER confirmed it himself. So, if you were rooting for Dennifer in these next chapters, I’m sorry that’s not happening. I love all of the actors that were in the show, honestly, with all my heart but if I knew JD was such a trash bag and treated them horribly I never would’ve started watching Teen Wolf again. And yes I spent way too much time in the anti Jeff Davis tag.
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Beacon Hills Preserve
Peter watched Erica, nervously. She hadn’t charged at him, yet, but she had her eyes trained on him. With every little movement from him, she moved too, getting ready.
“Ok Y/N!” He called out loudly. “She’s here!”
You didn’t answer. You didn’t even come out from your hiding spot. Erica didn’t even bother to look for you either. She can’t attack what she can’t see.
Erica lowered herself slightly, growling at Peter. Peter knew what that meant; she was getting ready to pounce. “Y/N!” He yelled angrily. “Fuck it.” He muttered. He took one step back and Erica was already pouncing on him.
Peter fell to the ground. Erica raised her arms and he grabbed both her wrists before she could claw at him. He had enough strength now to be able to hold her back.
“Y/N!!!” He yelled. Erica snapped at him, getting closer to biting off a chunk of his face.
She suddenly stopped moving and went limp. Peter threw her off of him and stood up quickly. He looked down at her then at you.
You were holding a medium sized log and you were grinning at him. “Great work, Peter.” You teased him.
“Right.” He drawled. He started wiping off the leaves and dirt off of himself. “We caught one. Now what?”
“Now you—,” you paused. There was a faint, trilling sound echoing in the woods. It was far away, but with your hearing you could make out what it was. “Argent.” You said out loud. “He’s actually helping.”
“Great, you don’t need me then.” He began walking off.
“No, I’m not done with you yet.” You grabbed the back of his coat and pulled him back. “Take Erica back to the loft. Chain her up if you have to but don’t let her out of your sight!”
Peter groaned and rolled his eyes like a child.
“I’m gonna follow Argent’s emitters. Shouldn’t be too hard to catch the other two.” You walked off in the direction the emitters were coming from.
“You can’t save them all!” Peter yelled to you. He lifted Erica up and tossed her on over his shoulder. “You and Scott will soon come to learn that.”
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Beacon Hills High School
You and Derek were inside the school building waiting for Boyd and Cora. Derek had told you what they were planning. You were going to trap them in the boiler room at the high school until morning. If it all went according to plan.
There was still a little bit of tension between the two of you. He was still upset about finding out about Cora the way he did. And there was something else that was bothering him that he wasn’t talking about. But you didn’t want to pry. So you stayed quiet.
“Peter doesn’t think we can catch them.” Derek suddenly spoke. “This is all part of Deucalion’s plan. If I don’t kill them- if this doesn’t work-”
“Derek.” You softly called to him. “This is going to work. I mean, we caught Erica.” You approached him and grabbed his hands. You gave them a gentle squeeze but he refused to look at you. “Argent-”
“I don’t trust Argent.” He cut you off, pulling his hands from your grasp.
“Do you trust me?” That made him look at you now. He furrowed his brows in confusion like you had just asked him for a limb. “Derek. Do you trust me?” You asked again.
“Yes.” He replied after a moment of silence. “What if we have to-”
“As long as you trust me, Derek. We can do this.” You gave him a small smile in which he returned one of his own. A small glowing ball of light behind Derek caught your eye. He noticed your expression and followed your line of sight.
“What is it?” Derek asked. You walked around him and approached the glowing bug, swiping at the air to catch it. “A firefly?”
“Yeah.” You replied confused. “But the species native to California aren’t bioluminescent.” You opened your palm to reveal the bug but instead a cloud of black smoke erupted from your palm.
“And I don’t know of any fireflies that explode like that.” You looked over your shoulder at Derek. He was behind you, looking down at your palm just as confused as you were.
His head whipped around towards the door. “We have a bigger problem.” He said, turning and taking a few steps towards the door. “They’re here.”
You joined Derek where he stood and a moment later, Boyd and Cora appeared at the doors of the school. They eyed you and Derek for a second and then jumped up on to the roof of the school.
“What the hell?” Derek frowned.
“Well, that backfired. What do we do now?”
“We ask Argent.” Derek rushed out of the school.
You followed after him, only stopping when you heard a classroom door close somewhere in the building. You turned your head back slowly, blocking out all other sounds and focusing your hearing to confirm your suspicion.
Heels. There was definitely someone else in the building.
“Oh, you’ve got to be shitting me.” You groaned. You walked back inside the school building and followed the sound. Down the stairs. Further down. Leading you straight to the boiler room.
“Why?” You whined to yourself.
You opened the door to the boiler room and entered. You walked further back in to the room. There was a noise coming from what looked like the supply area. You noticed the small movement and walked over there. A teacher was grabbing more supplies; she hasn’t noticed your presence as she continued pulling supplies from the shelves.
She finally looked up from the supplies in her hands and let out a small gasp when she saw you. You held a finger up to your lips and slowly backed out, closing the gate door. As a precaution you clicked the clock shut.
You heard the metal door slam in the distance. The teacher approached the gate. “Shhh. There’s, uhm, animals in the building. My team is just outside but you have to stay hidden. Go back. Get out of the light.” you gestured with your hands for her to move back.
She was visibly frightened but did what you said anyway. You walked away from the supply area. Boyd and Cora were in the room. You could smell them.
“What are you hearing?” Derek’s voice. “Heartbeats.” Scott. “Both of them?” Derek again.
“Lie.” You whispered, hoping he could hear you. With the full moon out, Derek was suppressing his shift as well. He wouldn’t be able to pick up on your voice unless he truly focused his hearing. “Lie.” You repeated.
Scott’s heart skipped a beat. You were getting nervous. “Yeah.” You heard Scott finally say. You let out a breath of relief; one too soon.
A low growl came from ahead and claws scratching against metal came from your right. You closed your eyes, dreading what was about to happen.
Cora came at you from the right and Boyd rushed at you from the front. You clawed at his face first making him stumble back. Cora’s arms flailed crazily as she clawed at you.
Boyd’s attention was averted away from you when he heard the heavy sound of supplies dropping, followed by the sound of heels clicking against the hard floor.
You held Cora’s arms. You noticed Boyd going in the opposite direction, going where the teacher was hiding. “Boyd no!”
You looked at Cora, “I’m so sorry.” You let go of on if her arms, using your free arm to dig your claws across her stomach. She roared out in pain and fell to her knees.
You ran to Boyd, leaving the same gash you left on Cora but in his legs. He fell to the floor. You were going to turn around to check on Cora but a sharp burning pain came from your lower back.
You opened your mouth to scream in pain, but only a mouth full of blood spilled out. You struggled to turn your head but when you eventually did, you saw Cora was standing behind you. And she dug her claws in.
“Co-.” Another mouthful of blood. She turned her claws as she plunged them in deeper. “Cora.”
The same feeling. This time in your stomach. You turned your head to face the culprit. Boyd. He didn’t twist his claws. He dug them deeper and slowly, in a torturing way, lifted you over head. Cora removed her claws from your back and they both watched you fly across the room.
This is it, you thought. It’s almost over.
You were bleeding all over and you were healing slowly. You rolled over on to your back, the sight of the windows above you coming in to view. The moon had gone down and the sun was making it’s way up in the sky.
You let out a weak laugh of relief. You turned your head to look up at the ceiling. Your eyes were getting heavier. You blinked once, slowly. Again, this time slower. And again, but you didn’t open your eyes again.
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Beacon Hills High School
Derek looked up at the morning sky, relieved. Surprisingly even sharing a quick handshake with Argent as a thank you. He looked over at Scott. Scott didn’t look too relieved; he looked like he was going to be sick.
“The suns up,” Scott said hastily, “we should let them out now.”
Derek stared at him suspiciously, “Not yet. The sun may be up but we don’t know if they’ve shifted back. We’ll wait a little longer.”
Scott’s heart jumped. “How long is a little longer?”
“Is there something you need to tell me, Scott?”
He looked back at Stiles. Stiles shook his head, advising his friend against what he was about to do. “I told you I heard two heartbeats, right?” he stuttered. Derek glared. “I-.”
“Oh my God, it’s Erica!” Stiles shouted. He was actually happy to see Erica but was more relieved that he just saved his best friend from being murdered.
“What?” Derek turned around. It was Erica. And she was her normal self again. And she was walking—
“With Peter? But..” he turned back to look at Scott. “You said you saw Y/N leave with Peter last night.”
“Huh?” Scott asked dumbfounded by the sudden attention again.
Peter looked at all five faces, realizing there was one missing. “Where’s Y/N?” Peter asked.
“Where is she, Scott?” Derek chided. “And don’t lie to me.”
“She’s in the boiler room.”
Derek hesitated between grabbing Scott and wringing his neck or running to the boiler room. He chose the latter. He hadn’t taken a step yet when he saw Boyd and Cora walking their way.
His heart dropped. Boyd was carrying you. Cora was walking next to him, a crying mess. A stranger, a woman, ran out from the school building. She saw Derek, but he didn't see her.
“Ms. Blake?” Stiles whispered to himself.
“I’ll take care of the civilian.” Argent awkwardly announced.
Derek didn’t say anything. He just started walking towards all of you. The closer he got, the worse you began to look. Cora and Boyd were all healed up. But he could tell from their clothes that you were fighting back, viciously.
Argent gestured the teacher to follow him. Leaving Derek to check on Boyd and Cora. And you.
“Derek,” Cora’s voice was shaky. Her lip quivered and her eyes were brimmed with tears. “I wanted to stop.”
He closed the gap and hugged Cora. “I’m just glad you’re alive.” She began sobbing into his chest. She let out all the tears that she had been holding in for years. All of those and then some.
“We should take her to Deaton.” Scott suggested.
“I’ll take her.” Derek told him. “You’ve done enough.” There was no hint of gratitude in his voice.
“Derek,” Scott began to explain.
Stiles put his hand on his best friend’s shoulder. “Scotty.” Stiles shook his head at him. “Let’s just go home, man.”
Scott looked at everyone else. They were all uncharacteristically quiet. Scott didn’t say anything, he just followed Stiles back to his Jeep.
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Okay, let’s address your points one by one.
In Abomination (2x04), do you know why Derek nearly drowned? Because he was trapped in a pool by a kamina. Scott wasn’t spending time with Allison. He had been forced to go to dinner at the Argents because he intervened to prevent Boyd from being identified by Gerard at the game. Scott tried to get Boyd to settle down but Boyd’s eyes were glowing, so Scott jumped in the way, got his leg broken, and professional werewolf hunter Gerard noticed it and insisted he come home from dinner. When the phone call came, Scott wasn’t spending time with Allison, he and Allison were breaking into Gerard’s bedroom to find the Bestiary. In fact, Scott had just broken into Gerard’s safe in the bedroom. As for Derek nearly drowning, Scott left for the high school twenty-five seconds later to save Derek and Stiles from being killed by drowning or the kanima. People complain tend to complain that Scott didn’t save Derek and Stiles fast enough. He did hang up, but he still saved them. It’s called dramatic tension, and it’s used by television programs to heighten the action.
I have to make a new note since PEW reblogged me but has me blocked from reblogging his stuff and he thinks that stops me. It doesn’t
Um....25 seconds?
(2x04)
Slipping across the wet tile, Stiles snatches his phone up, turning as he hears the creature SHRIEK. With a desperate leap, he jumps back into the water. Hand shooting up, he manages to keep the phone above the surface. He dials Scott, while glancing down to see-- Derek at the bottom of the pool. Beginning to drown. Stiles looks to his phone which reads: Dialing Scott.
ALLISON Shut it off!
Scott sees Stiles's name come up on the display.
SCOTT (into the phone) I can’t talk right now.
He hits END, hanging up.
44 INT. HIGH SCHOOL/POOL - NIGHT 44 Stiles gazes at his phone, incredulous. Unable to even speak. He looks down at Derek who is still under water. With no other choice, he lets the phone go and dives down to Derek. A moment later, they burst to the surface.
DEREK (gasping) Tell me... you got him. But the look on Stiles’s face says otherwise.
After that the only reason Scott even goes to the school is because he needs the flashdrive on Gerard’s keys. And he doesn’t know Stiles is at the school. But sure, you claim Scott when to rescue Stiles and he did that in 25 seconds when he was still at Allison’s house when Stiles had called and he had to say goodbye and had a conversation with Allison. Then had to drive all the way to the school and had to hear the Kanima to make his way to the pool. Scott was there because he needed something, not because he came to rescue them.
In Venomous (2x05), Derek is not intending to kill a killer. His intent is to kill Lydia because he thinks she’s the killer even though Derek can’t tell Scott why neither Jackson or Lydia have changed after the Bite. Derek said the Bite either changes you or it kills you, yet when Scott told him “you have no idea why” Derek couldn’t answer him. But he refused to listen to Scott’s immunity theory. “I can’t let her live!” he shouted. Why would Scott trust Derek with his plans, if Derek won’t even listen to a real concern – that Derek is making decisions when he doesn’t know what’s happening?
And for the two millionth time, you can say it all you want, but it wasn’t Scott’s plan for Derek to Bite Gerard, it was Gerard’s plan for Derek to Bite him. Scott’s ash-pill plan was to stop Gerard from succeeding.
Right, you’re just saying that Derek wanted to kill Lydia because he thought she was the kanima but yet he didn’t want to kill a killer? Derek’s test wasn’t foul proof, I’m not saying Derek was doing the right thing there at all, that’s not what the discussion is about. You antis claim Scott tried to tell Derek THE PLAN of the pills and brought in this example. And it’s just not happening. Scott isn’t telling Derek the plan, he’s there to get Derek to do what Scott wants.
And for the millionth time, the pills are mountain ash, which is only harmful to werewolves, not humans. Scott was counting on Gerard to be bitten for him to not succeed. A bite needed from an alpha. An alpha named Derek since there were no other alphas.
In Party Guessed, (2x09) why should Scott protect Derek? Derek had sent Isaac and Erica to assault Scott in Ice Pick, and when they couldn’t do it, he did it himself, stepping on Scott’s throat to prove how much stronger he was – it wasn’t to stop Scott from convincing Boyd not to take the Bite, because Boyd had already been Bitten. Scott’s actions weren’t just to protect Allison and his mother, but also Stiles, who was attacked by Erica in Ice Pick with a car part and by Isaac in Venomous. It was also to protect Lydia, who Scott and his pack had barely stopped Derek and his pack from murdering in Scott’s house. But the point is that Derek was Gerard’s target, Derek couldn’t be trusted, so Scott did something that would negate Gerard’s plan to use Derek.
Look, you all claim Scott is the hero who did his plan to rescue Derek. And now you’re suddenly claiming Scott wasn’t protecting Derek and he wasn’t to be trusted and pretty much asked for it not to be told the plan? Make up your mind already. I think we can all agree Scott wasn’t the good guy here, Derek wasn’t the good guy, there were no heroes, only people all doing what they thought was the right thing.
In Fury (2x10) , Derek doesn’t confront Scott because he knows he fucked up. He knows, as Deaton told him in the previous episode, that Scott doesn’t trust him at all. And with good reason - Derek’s has rejected any attempt to work together, insisting that it must be done his way. After all, remember that in Battlefield, Peter tells Derek “That’s why you’ve always know you needed Scott.” It’s why even though Scott had his own plan, Derek still went to Scott for help in Master Plan!
You do realize Battlefield is the episode after Fury and so doesn’t have to do with Derek not confronting Scott until Fury?
Also, they were both stubborn, Scott only wanted to work together if Derek did what Scott wanted. So pot and kettle situation here. It only made it more clear that Scott never intended to help Derek. And you’re too stubborn to admit to it.
And spare me the fanon nonsense that Derek thinks “The Bite is a Gift” means that he believes it’s sacred. That’s why Derek bit Jackson and then, when Jackson showed signs of dying from the Bite, Derek abandoned him. If it was so sacred to Derek, why let Jackson die alone? Why not tell Scott when Scott says “You probably hoped it would kill him!” that he would never ever do that.
It’s not Fanon nonsense, it’s canon that Derek considers the bite a gift, he tells Scott so. IN THE SHOW. Jackson wanted the bite actually, it was never noncon? So I don’t know what it has to do with Derek considering it a gift. Jackson was promised the bite and harassed Derek repeatedly to get it, demanded it. Derek honored the promise Peter made to Jackson to get the bite and gave it to him. AKA still a gift. As for letting Jackson die alone? Jackson renounced Derek as his alpha, made it clear he wasn’t his pack. I’m also pretty sure Derek had a flashback to Paige that moment even though we don’t learn of her until later in the show.
Scott wasn’t only protecting his mother and Allison – though you say that as if it were a bad thing. He was also protecting Isaac, and Boyd, and Erica, and Stiles, and Derek – because the flaw in your reasoning is this – if Scott didn’t really give a damn about Derek, if it was always about allowing Gerard to Bite Derek, why not give him up at the lacrosse game in Battlefield? Why not tell Gerard about the train station? Why not tell Gerard about the betas running away? Why not simply tell Gerard anything at all that would give Gerard Derek’s location?
Because Scott never did – even in the warehouse, Scott was coming there to save Jackson, not to give Derek to Gerard. Since you like to quote, how about this one?
Gerard: Well done to the last, Scott. Like the concerned friend you are, you brought Jackson to Derek to save him. You just didn’t realize that you were also bringing Derek to me.
It’s literally spelled out that Scott could have, at any time, handed Derek to Gerard, so Gerard would be able to complete his plan to have Derek Bite him. But Scott didn’t. Why did he risk his mother’s life? Why did he risk Stiles’ life? Why risk Isaac’s life? Because he was trying to protect Derek as well.
I’m not saying it’s a bad thing that Scott did it to protect Allison and his mother. You all keep saying that he did it to save everybody and that’s a bunch of bull. Why indeed didn’t Scott stop the hurt and murders sooner by turning Derek in? Because Gerard told Scott to infiltrate Derek’s pack but nice try. And he waited for the pills to work, obviously. Scott’s plan had to work first. Scott’s plan was never to be part of Derek forced to bite Gerard. Scott wanted to save Jackson and he didn’t think he’d be the one forcing Derek. He wanted it to happen without him getting his hands dirty.
I don’t see why Scot risked lives here, he did what Gerard told him to do, infiltrate the pack, gain Derek’s trust (failed there). It all took longer because Scott was busy with the kanima as well.
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