Derek Hale

Building a pack, one flawless life choice at a time.

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Merthur: a summary.

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it’s hilarious how cora was written as erica’s replacement with pretty much the same character sheet and like the writers just seem really concerned with pairing stiles off with a girl

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Do you know what I just realized? The Teen Wolf writers are gross. Oh wait, I realized that ages ago.

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1. Erica (Derek’s beta) was supposed to be Stiles’s love interest, but they realized the chemistry wasn’t there, or saw the chemistry with Erica and Boyd…I don’t remember the reason, but they decided not to go that direction.

2. Cora (Derek’s sister) was a direct Erica replacement and was supposed to be Stiles’s love interest. Cora, in addition to being an Erica replacement, was basically created as a female Derek (Stiles points out their similarities MULTIPLE TIMES) who would therefore be fully prepared for a relationship with Stiles after a few exchanges. Derek, however, being male, doesn’t count regardless of even more chemistry-charged interactions. Because guys can’t like guys unless it’s explicitly stated and triple-signed in front of witnesses. A guy and a girl on screen, though, automatically equals romance-in-the-making. Nevermind that Cora had more palpable chemistry with Lydia than with Stiles. Stiles’s primary romantic moment with Cora? Giving her mouth-to-mouth while she was dying and unconscious.

3. Malia (Derek’s cousin) is a replacement for Cora/Erica and finally gets to be the love interest who has sex with Stiles after punching him in the face and barely talking to him.

They are DETERMINED to make Stiles the leading romantic role at this point, which (a) doesn’t even make sense for his character and (b) necessitates a constant stream of ladies making out with him. They’re also determined to keep writing interchangeable female characters whose primary role is to be the love interest. I am so fucking pissed off at the show at this point, and just….tired of it. Really exhausted by continuing to care about it and hoping that it can do better. I’m also never not going to be angry about them teasing Stiles as bisexual since early in season 1, talking about the importance of bisexual visibility and promising it was something they cared about, setting up his bisexuality as “a spoiler,” giving us a “funny” exchange with Caitlin in 3B about whether he liked guys, and then completely ignoring that aspect of his character because a wink at the camera was sufficient and it’s more important for him to have sex with the latest Hale-female.

I gave the writers the benefit of the doubt after the Caitlin scene, because I had the stupid optimism to hope they were actually taking it somewhere. Too bad this show’s shitty at character development and likes to set up the canonical romances in the most problematic scenarios possible.

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As someone that loves Stiles so much, it makes me angry that the endgame they have for Stiles’ arc is to end up with a girl, any girl that fits the “not taking any of your shit, you’re impossible, I want to punch you but I also want to kiss you” criteria. That seems to be his only purpose as a character right now. His arc is not about facing the Nogitsune consequences, his arc is not about seeing his father and friends almost die on a constant daily basis, his arc is not about exploring his potential to be or not be an emissary one day, his arc is not about overcoming his guilt about his mother’s death. No, Stiles’ arc is about having a romantic lead role with a girl. The skinny, geeky, defenseless Stiles that has the writers coming up with girl characters to fit him better. Because Stiles’ character does work with someone like that. Someone that doesn’t take his shit, but it’s still loyal. Someone that will want to punch him. Someone that will protect him and he will protect back. Someone that doesn’t see him as Robin, but actually Batman. Someone that knows when something is wrong with him. A pattern that we’ve seen since s1, long before Erica, but it definitely works next to Stiles’ side.

There was a post, a brilliant post, that switched every single Sterek interaction to a girl x boy story. And that story would have been picked up instantly if it was happening between a girl and a boy. If we call Erica/Cora/Malia another name and pretend that her character has always been here, you can see that they’ve been trying to tell that exact same story, even with the lack of chemistry. Though, I do want to believe that if she was indeed always the same character, they wouldn’t end up having UNSAFE sex (take note that this is a show for teenagers, always trying to educate them) under awful circumstances for the characters that leads to questionable consent from both and erased Claudia’s scenes with Stiles because of it.

This is not just about Sterek. This is about avoiding a popular pairing of the same sex that fits a lot of popular tropes the public has been devouring for centuries, with the same formula over and over until it makes no sense at all.

As for Sterek to not happen, the show is giving us less and less arguments for it. You may say that Erica, Cora and Malia are all Stiles’ age and that’s exactly why they can’t move forward with a Sterek storyline, but what about Lydia and Parrish for season 4? Parrish is 24, as he said so himself, and Lydia is 17. If Sterek is twisted because of the age gap, what about Parrish and Lydia? If Sterek is bizarre because of the steering wheel scene 4 seasons ago, then what about Malia punching Stiles?

Either way, surely you can make copy pastes of Derek’s character, but you can’t tell that story without chemistry and you can’t pretend the actors didn’t leave and try to keep telling that same story with a different character. I, honestly, can’t see it work.

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John rolled out from under the cruiser and wiped the grease off of his hands on a rag before turning to the ex-murder suspect.  “What can I do for you, Derek?” 

"It’s nice to see you again,” Derek said, eyeing the sheriff’s belt. It didn’t look like he had his gun holster strapped on. Good. “We haven’t spent very much time together since you had me arrested. For murdering my sister. Which I, uh, did not do.”

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johnxstilinski:

“You know this is my day off, right?”

“Stiles mentioned that. There’s something I wanna talk to you about, though.”

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OOC:

Hey guys! 

I don’t know if there are any tag lurkers or other members of bmr-rpg who might be interested in this, but I’m currently looking for indie Stiles accounts (in addition to the awesome indie Stileses - Stili? - I’ve already met, and the wonderful blameitonthe-adderall, who is my absolute favorite but has dozens of people understandably vying for her attention <3) with whom I can rp outside of BMR. What I’m looking for specifically are Stiles/i who are interested in exchanging paras several times a day. So, if there’s anybody out there who likes the way I write Derek and would be interested in writing for Stiles, please inbox me, and I’ll send you the link to my indie page :]

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By Jim and Jamie Dutcher

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❝ —– i told you ; it doesn’t make s e n s e. ❞

“Okay, okay. Calm down. I’m not judging you or your problems. Much. So, uh, what happened?”

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Peter made a face as he pulled out the pie. “At least you’re acknowledging it, now. Though I must insist that I bake for me, not you, and all those gifts you have been finding, edible and otherwise? Not me, nephew. Talk to your mate about owning his and leaving my reputation alone. Do you want a slice of pie or not?” he asked before poking his head around the steam of the pie. “Have you told him he’s your mate?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Peter. I considered sitting Stiles down and saying, ‘hey, kiddo, for no discernible reason, my primitive biological urges have fixated on you in a permanent way, and you have absolutely no choice in the matter. I thought it would be nice if we tried dating one another, even though you’re virtually still a child: it’ll make my lifelong obsession with you and your wellbeing seem less creepy. How about we get coffee tomorrow morning, and take in the matinee show at the cinema, and afterwards, we can swing by the chaplain’s office real quick before catching our flight to the Niagara Falls honeymoon that my reptilian brain has already planned in meticulous detail?’”

Derek took the pie pan away from Peter and carried it back to the kitchen island, ignoring the sizzle of his skin as it burned, and healed, and burned again. 

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Stiles’ head tilted as he thought about that. It’s not like he had a plethora of experience with relationships to draw from and he cleared his throat. “We should probably.. talk. Right? I mean, we did everything a little backwards and I don’t really know how you feel, I just know how I feel because you wouldn’t look at me for most of last night until I begged you to and you didn’t really talk to me and you’re not really looking at me now either..” he trailed off. “Did I - did I do something? I know I probably wasn’t that, um, great or anything but dude, Derek?”

“It wasn’t...bad. For me.” Derek winced, and gave Stiles a chagrined look. “I mean, I wasn’t expecting it to happen, and it was different from how I imagined it would be with you, but it was good. Really good. And I’d like to do it again, sometime. And I want you to keep spending time at the loft. With me, I mean. I like that.”

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Stiles swallowed visibly and pursed his lips to speak before pausing and looking down. “Well.. yeah. I’m open to a lot of things with you. I mean, I wouldn’t have given myself to just anyone. I know that I probably talk about doing exactly that on a regular basis but teenage desperation is a bitch of an unsatisfactory situation. Peer pressure and all. Ha. Uh - not that you pressured me, dude. Not at all. I was totally into it. So into it, it was aw-awe inspiring? Sorry, rambling. Yes. That’s what I mean. In short. Yes. Yesiree.”

“What,” Derek said. “I mean, why? I mean, okay. Cool. That’s cool. Cool.”

What happens now? he wondered rather desperately. How do you start dating somebody you already know? He tried to imagine himself sitting across from Stiles in the local Starbucks, two coffees in front of them. Imaginary Derek silently stared at Imaginary Stiles. Imaginary Stiles stared back. An imaginary clock ticked loudly on the imaginary wall behind Imaginary Stiles’ head.

No dates, then.

“So,” he tried.

I’m so glad you’re into me, too; I’ve been dying for a second opinion on the design for our wedding invitations.

Why don’t you come over tonight, let me cook you dinner, and after dessert you can decide you’re going to stay forever?

I can have Peter’s room empty by tonight, so why don’t you drop by between seven and eight with your stuff, we’ll get you moved in, and then we’ll spend the next twelve hours trying everything I’ve been imagining for the past year?

Nope. 

He took a breath, and picked a spot behind Stiles’ left ear to stare at, and reminded himself that Stiles would never intentionally hurt him. Probably. “What do we do now?”

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“I know a guy.” he said simply, his eyes narrowed on Derek. “You’re alpha. Weird. Didn’t pick that up until you got closer. You should work on that.” he added, lifting the glass to his lips.

“Here,” Derek said, and flashed his eyes as he grabbed the strange kid’s shirt. “Maybe this’ll help anybody else around here as clinically stupid as you. Now, c’mon. I don’t care who you know around here; you’re leaving. Now.”

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“Depends on what you’re looking for.” Beth brightened, slipping behind the counter.  “If you’re more of a straight up black coffee person, then I’d suggest the americano, but if you like some artificial flavoring, then the caramel macchiatos are my personal favorite.” 

“Most people wouldn’t guess it, but I’ve kinda got a sweet tooth. Caramel macchiato it is!” Derek settled himself onto a stool and crossed his arms on the counter. “So, how’d you get started working in the world of coffee?”

[themaladaptivealpha-blog]

ending up in derek’s flat was nothing more of a shock, then again, he should’ve guessed that’s where he’d ended up at in the end.                       ❝ i just — i got lost, kinda. that doesn’t make sense… ❞  he was getting frustrated, could feel the way his hands clenched into fists then unclenched seconds later.

“You got lost?” Derek asked. “In Beacon Hills? Where you’ve lived for your whole life?”

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Jackson almost rolled his eyes at Derek, but thought better of it.  He nodded toward his alpha, “I get it, for real I do.  I just don’t feel like constantly having to train… or to watch my back.”  He grumbled low and perked a brow at Derek.  “Sometimes I wish none of this shit had ever happened.”

“That’s what we’re here for, Jackson,” Derek said. He sat down on the couch beside his beta, and tried to remember the ways he’d heard his mother explain the pack to prospective members. “The way you feel right now is what omegas experience all day, every day: being alone, with the world out to get you and nobody to take care of you except for yourself. 

“When you’re playing a sport, your team is only as strong as your weakest player, right? Packs works the same way. I’m sorry to say it, but right now, you’re our weak link because you think of yourself as an individual entity rather than part of a collective that is dealing with the same dangers. You don’t have to be affiliated with us if you choose not to be, but you’re stronger with us than you are without us.”

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Rachel just shook her head, “Your wolf hasn’t managed to keep you out of trouble?”  She chuckled low, “And here I thought that born wolves had more control over themselves than bitten.”  Her shoulders pulled up in a shrug and she shook her head again, “I’ve only been a wolf since I was six, but I guess I have really good control over her.”

“Oh, I absolutely have more control over my wolf than my betas do, but I think that’s part of the reason he doesn’t do a very good job of keeping me out of trouble. For them, their wolf is sort of like this other self they developed later in life, with impulses and desires that are foreign to their old, fully-human selves. For me, my wolf and I are one and the same. When I have a terrible idea, he does, too. It’s hard to tell where he ends and I begin, most of the time, because I’ve never known what it’s like to live without him.”