Derek Hale

Role-playing blog for Derek Hale from Teen Wolf. He has scowly brows.

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Company | Not-Plot | Derek + Stiles

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oldsoulnewstiles:

“Sometimes I feel like I know you better than anyone else in the world, Derek.” Stiles grins, something wild and open and inescapable. He reaches out, just a little, until the tips of his fingers graze Derek’s on his chin.

“But sometimes I feel like I could spend my whole life trying to understand you and that’s… fascinating. Even when your default is to be a sarcastic asshole.”

Derek rolled his eyes at the last comment, but welcomed the gentle touch of Stiles’s hand. He managed a small smile. “Predictable is boring.”

He thought about that for a moment. He was pretty sure everything about their lives was anything but predictable. It came with the territory of being a werewolf, he presumed. But...at least they were never bored. They were never entirely safe either though.

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Running| Plot | Derek + Malia

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maliaisback:

Malia growled playfully and her eyes lit up blue. She didn’t have cousin’s growing up, just her little sister. Though she didn’t know how different those two categories really were. 

 “The real question is, can you old man?” She tore off into the woods, hair trailing behind her, air seeming to lift her off her the ground. 

Derek grinned, teeth elongating into fangs and fur growing along his face. “I guess we’ll find out.”

As he began to run after her, he felt his body begin to shift and he began to discard items of clothing. He fell into a run on his hands and feet, which were quickly morphing into paws that dug into the earth. He clawed at the dirt, propelling it backwards as he picked up his pace, welcoming the ease at which his body moved. He enjoyed being in his human form, but there was something about his wolf form that felt more welcoming, the fur growing along his body like a warm, welcoming hug. His ears twitched to double check that they were alone before he tossed his head back in a howl, feeling at home in the forest for the first time in years.

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Just realized how much PTSD both Derek and Peter must suffer from -- Derek from finding his family home on fire and from finding his sister dead so many years later. And Peter from actually being in the fire and watching everyone die. Oh, and then from killing one of the only family members he had left so many years later while he was out of his mind with rage and the need for power because he never wanted to be as helpless as he was that night ever again.

WESTLEY, WHAT DID YOU DO.

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Company | Not-Plot | Derek + Stiles

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oldsoulnewstiles:

“…yeah?” Stiles asks hestitatingly, sitting up and looking at Derek before he even realizes he’s moved, “You mean that?”

Derek looks at Stiles flatly, feeling a bout of sarcasm bubbling up that he couldn’t deflect. It’s a natural reaction with Stiles, something he can’t shake sometimes. The comment, “Would I have said it if I didn’t mean it?” slips out before he can stop it.

He blinks, remembering something Braeden had said about making what he wants more obvious. He takes a deep breath and shrugs, meeting Stiles’s gaze. “Yeah.” He scratches at his chin again. “I do.”

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Running| Plot | Derek + Malia

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maliaisback:

She grinned and shook her hair out. She hadn’t been in her coyote form in a while, though it gave her great joy. It was inherited by her mother, though her ability to transform might have been from her father. Though she had never asked for this ability, she wasn’t sure she’d take it back if she could. Her sister’s life for the only life Malia had ever known? She thought of Stiles and sighed. “So tired,” she agreed.

He lifted his eyebrows, smile widening. He felt an excitement run through him that he hadn’t felt in a long time, at least not since before the fire. When he was a kid, his parents used to bring them out for runs a week or so before the full moon, a way of getting rid of some of that frazzled energy. It had been fun and he didn’t doubt this would be much different.

“You sure you can keep up?” he questioned, taking off his jacket and laying it beside the tree trunk to mark the spot to return to.

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Company | Not-Plot | Derek + Stiles

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oldsoulnewstiles:

“Maybe I’m ready for something else,” he whispers, not ready to verbalize exactly what he means. If Derek understands, he’ll respond. And if he doesn’t, well, Stiles is used to that kind of thing.

Derek normally wouldn’t have thought he heard correctly, but he knows he did when he glances at Stiles and sees his hesitation. He takes a moment to think that one over, to figure out if there are any other ways to interpret it than what he’s seeing. There are, but...well, Stiles isn’t exactly subtle. And neither is the thunderous applause of his heart.

“Something else--” Derek says slowly, measuring his words. “--could be good.”

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Running| Plot | Derek + Malia

Malia slogged to the preserve, dirt sticking to her shoes, linking her to the earth. She was grounded yet her head wouldn’t stop spinning. She caught sight of her cousin leaning against a tree, trying to look aloof and grouchy. Maybe it was their eyebrows, but it seemed to be a family trait. “Hey,” she said, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear while she neared him. 

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Derek glanced up at her, lips lifting into a hint of a smile in greeting. He nodded and pushed away from the tree. “Hey.”

He glanced around the preserve, having already scouted the forest for anyone they might come across. Aside from a few animals milling around and looking for food, they were alone. For a few miles, anyway. He lifted his eyebrows at his cousin. “You said you were tired of being human. I figured a short break would do you some good.”

An eager smile twitched at his lips, excited by prospect of running in full wolf form again. He’d only afforded himself a few opportunities to run in his evolved form, but every time he felt a little freer and more connected to his mother than before.

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@my-running-wolf You’re making my Derek muse very self-analyzing, I hope you know. He totally almost texted Alex saying “I associate Peter with Kate” and, honestly, that’s such a big problem he needs to work out xD

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Company | Not-Plot | Derek + Stiles

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oldsoulnewstiles:

“Hah,” Stiles blurts out, blinking a few times at the ceiling, “My whole one relationship ended with my girlfriend breaking up with me, for my own good. Not exactly hyped for a repeat encounter yet. Besides, maybe…”

Stiles cuts himself off, well aware that he’s getting quickly into DANGER WILL ROBINSON territory. It isn’t that he doesn’t think Derek will get it. If anything, Derek probably knows that kind of thing best for reasons neither of them really want to discuss.

Derek lifts an eyebrow, understanding not wanting to jump back into a relationship. Although, his experiences usually revolved more around people trying to kill him before the relationship could end. Braeden had been the one person who actually seemed to genuinely care about him. That is, until she didn’t. But Derek knew he was lying to himself about that one. She still cares about him, just not enough to change her life around for him. And he understood that, didn’t expect her to. Their parting had been mutual, but not without its heartbreak.

“Maybe what?” he asks.

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Company | Not-Plot | Derek + Stiles

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oldsoulnewstiles:

“So,” Stiles says, trying to ignore the way his voice goes rough, “what’s new in Derek Hale’s life? Any new romantical prospects?”

Even before he gets it out, he regrets it. He doesn’t want to hear that Derek’s got someone else again. That… that, Stiles isn’t even going to examine what about that bothers him right now. It’s just…

It’s just that Stiles has never been all that great about pursuing things that hurt.

Derek raises his eyebrows at Stiles, fairly certain that romantical isn’t a word, but not bothering to state so. He knows Stiles well enough by now. He’d probably done it on purpose.

Frowning slightly, he shakes his head and idly scratches at his chin. “Nah, taking a break from all that. I don’t have the greatest track record, you know.” He flicked his gaze back to Stiles. “You?”

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Company | Not-Plot | Derek + Stiles

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oldsoulnewstiles:

“… Hey,” Stiles replied, clearing his throat a little after the word came out. He didn’t really know what to say, but even this, being alone together in silence seemed to calm his eternally riotous brain until he felt as if he could breathe again. “Thanks,” he says after a beat, letting himself smile at the ceiling, just a little.

Derek caught the hint of a smile and couldn’t stop his own smile from spreading. He returned his gaze to the ceiling, taking a long breath. This was comfortable, peaceful almost. Regardless of how much they all drifted apart, they were Derek’s pack. Stiles was Derek’s pack. And it felt nice to be around him again, despite how irritating he’d once found him.

“You’re welcome,” Derek replied.

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Company | Not-Plot | Derek + Stiles

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oldsoulnewstiles:

Stiles shifted on his bed when Derek came into the room, sliding over far enough to leave space for Derek to join him. He didn’t look toward him, just kept staring at the ceiling, his phone facedown on his chest. He didn’t speak aloud, just waited until he felt the dip of the bed and took a long, deep breath.

Derek took up the space next to Stiles, as if it were natural. As if it were routine. At this point, after everything that had happened, the pack wasn’t even remotely uncomfortable around one another anymore. They didn’t have a reason to be.

He laid back and looked up at the ceiling before glancing sideways at Stiles, noticing the odd stillness of his limbs. A few years ago, this would have been odd behavior for him. Now...well, things had changed.

“Hey,” Derek murmured quietly, his voice loud in his own ears.

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[text] Hey, you doing okay?

[text] I don’t like being human. 

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maliaisback:

[text] It would make me happy now!

[text] Where are you?

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[text] At my dad’s. Why?

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[text] Meet me at the preserve? Going for a run. You're welcome to join.

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[text] Hey, you doing okay?

[text] I don’t like being human. 

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maliaisback:

[text] It would make me happy now!

[text] Where are you?

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[text] Hey, you doing okay?

[text] I don’t like being human. 

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scowlybrows:

[text] I know the feeling.

[text] It gets better, not easier, but better.

[text] Just remember you’re not alone in this.

[text] It doesn’t feel better now. I should have just stayed away from him. 

[text] Staying away from him wouldn’t have made you happy at the time though, would it?

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[text] Hey, you doing okay?

[text] I don’t like being human. 

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[text] I know the feeling.

[text] It gets better, not easier, but better.

[text] Just remember you’re not alone in this.

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Erica: girls are so hot.

Erica: guys are hot too, man.

Erica: why is everyone so hot?

Derek: global warming.