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15 years of teen wolf 🖤
Tyler Hoechlin
Oh, to be crushed underneath your werewolf boyfriend 💭
I just love the idea of Derek pranking Stiles, because (at least for a while) he can say all kinds of bullshit with a straight face, and because Stiles isn’t used to Derek joking around, he’ll just look at him wide eyed like “Woah, really??”
Like that time Stiles throws finger guns at him and Derek is like “Oh no, you just challenged me to a fight.”
And Stiles is like “What? No, it was just finger guns.”
And Derek is like “Yeah. That’s werewolf code for ‘I wanna fight you to the death’. I’m sorry, but we have to fight now. It’s just how it is.”
And Stiles slowly backs away like “To the—Woah, woah, woah. Hang on. That’s not exactly a fair fight. And also what the fuck.”
Derek shrugs and moves after him, backing him into a corner. “Should have thought about that before throwing werewolf gang signs at me.”
Stiles gapes at him. The last time he punched Derek, he almost broke his hand. So…yeah. Not a fair fight. No, sir.
“Are you serious right now?”
Derek nods, expression completely flat.
“But since you didn’t know, the rule is that it's over when one of us yields.”
“I yield. I yield so much.”
Derek cocks his head, smirking.
“There’s gotta be at least a little bit of blood.”
Stiles pales. “Oh, dude. What the fuck. I thought we were friends.”
That almost makes Derek crack up, and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from laughing.
“Come on, Stiles. You’ve been working out lately, haven’t you? Show me what you’ve got. Let’s see that fist. Get it out there.” He winks. “Don’t be scared.”
For once, Stiles is the murderous-looking one.
“What the actual hell, Derek. That’s so not funny.”
And when Derek’s shoulders start shaking with silent laughter, Stiles smacks him hard in the chest, so hard that Derek actually loses his balance.
“Oh my God. You motherfucker. You’re the worst. Fuck you.” He sighs. “But also…good one.”
My headcanon for sterek is that Derek runs warm so at night he and Stiles don’t need a ton of blankets. But Derek is an early riser and Stiles gets cold when he leaves. So Derek gets into the habit of putting an extra blanket on Stiles before he leaves for his morning routine.
Married Sterek. Stiles loves that Derek always wears his wedding ring. He’s so use to all the wolfy nonsense of scenting and bite marks being used as a way to show a claim over someone. he has no complaints about Derek scenting or biting, none at all! but it just doesn’t translate to human company very well.
so when they finally get engaged Stiles loves having a visible claim on Derek. loves that when someone comes up to flirt with him Derek can just lift up his hand and show off his engagement ring. Stiles preens every time it happens. Derek Hale is officially off the market, finally sale, no take backs
“i never see you at the club” ok well i never see you on ao3 at 2am reading about the same two bitches falling in love for the 1000th time in the 500th way
"they're not gay" I don't know man, I read a masterfully written fanfic on A03 that says otherwise.
So, no one has seen Derek laugh, like not even a twitch of the lips. Stiles' ongoing theory is that Derek's facial muscles are frozen forever due to the prolonged frowning. But one day, Stiles was all alone in his house, and he was making his lunch listening to Shakira's Hips Don't Lie. Stiles is dancing, trying to do his own hip shaking, and Sourwolf walks in.
Derek stops in his tracks and watches as Stiles sings loudly in a very off-key tone, shaking his ass and dancing around in his boxers, and he just bursts out laughing. He couldn't control it. A full-on belly laugh. Stiles screams at the sudden sound and turns around to see Derek almost falling on the ground because he couldn't control laughing, and he is shocked. He is humiliated, too. But the shock of seeing Derek laugh so openly, and the way he looks years younger and so free, kind of takes Stiles' breath away.
From then on, Stiles started doing goofy things purposefully to make Derek laugh. It is his mission now.
My headcanon that cannot pried out of my cold dead hands is that season 1 Derek is a 19 year old kid.
Like look at this dude!!! He's clearly just a kid. A little rough around the edges, a little big of a meaner face but he's just a wee kid. This is how college students look like!!!!!!
The way they make Derek look much older in the later seasons and try to claim that he's in his mid twenties or some shit??? IM CALLING BULLL
I think that was a way to make people stop shipping sterek by introducing a bigger age gap cuz jeff davis sucks.
I will forever and ever and ever stand by that this is just a lost 19 year old kid who is going through so much and he has no adults to help him through anything.
Kid barely knows how to buy groceries or a house or furniture. Look at how he fucking lives man.
If I see one more idiot using sterek size difference to justify hating on bottom derek in fics, I’M GONNA HAVE A GOOD LAUGH ACTUALLY because I imagine someone standing with one of those measuring sticks that they have in amusement parks, and saying to Derek Hale “sorry dude, you can’t ride this. You’re just above. See? The height limit was Stiles and you’re clearly two blueberries taller, so that means you have to top forever.”
No prostate orgasms for that man, he’s too tall!!!
Want Stiles genuinely surprised people have bad sex with their partines bc it never happened to him with Derek
I love that all across the world right now, people are making Derek and Stiles in tomodachi life, smashing them together and making them kiss like barbies. Meanwhile I am making Derek and Stiles in the sims 4, smashing them together and making them kiss like barbies. And somewhere else someone is writing Derek and Stiles fanfic, smashing them together and making them kiss like barbies. And then fanartists are currently drawing Derek and Stiles, smashing them together and making them kiss like barbies. And there’s more people just rotating their blorbos, Derek and Stiles, in their heads, smashing them together and making them kiss like barbies.
Danny and Jackson are the only ones in the pack who immediately clock that Derek Hale isn’t straight. Everyone else sees this testosterone bomb of a manly man, while they see a guy who wears extremely tight-fitting jeans, buys expensive hair gel, and waxes.
Stiles is moping because he thinks he’s crushing on the straightest guy on the planet, and when Danny and Jackson find out, they're like, “Stilinski, are you blind? And also deaf? Because Derek just spent the past fifteen minutes talking about his favorite gay club in New York.”
Stiles still doesn’t believe them, he’s like “Yeah, but what if he just hung out there? As like...an ally?”
Danny and Jackson decide that Stiles is an idiot, and then decide to just ask Derek.
“So, Derek," Danny says. "You’re not straight, right?”
Derek snorts. “Me? No. I thought that was pretty obvious.”
Stiles comes crashing in from another room like “Wait, you’re not??”
Derek actually looks a little offended. "What?"
Stiles shrugs, and half jokingly says “So, that means that technically, hypothetically, if I hit on you, you wouldn’t be disgusted?”
Which of course—because Derek is Derek—earns him a smirk. “I said I’m not straight. I didn’t say I don’t have standards.”
“Oh, that’s dangerous territory for you, buddy. Are you sure you wanna go there?” Stiles says, eyes narrowing.
Derek visibly cringes. Yeah. No. He doesn’t.
“What, are you gonna hit on me?” he asks instead.
“I would,” Stiles says. “But apparently you have standards now. I mean, I think I'm a step up from an evil, dark druid, but who knows.”
Danny rolls his eyes, because this is getting painful to watch. “How about you actually try flirting with him, Stiles? Say something nice for once instead of being a dick.”
“He was being a dick first!”
“Okay, well. Go and be dicks together then. Or ride each other’s. I don’t care.”
Jackson finds that hilarious, but Stiles ignores them. He looks at Derek, who, thankfully, doesn't look like he's going to murder him, despite the fact that Stiles totally just went there. He actually looks kind of amused. Aiming for casual, but feeling weirdly vulnerable, Stiles tries his luck. “Um, so…do you maybe want—I mean. We could—would you like…dinner?” he stutters.
There’s a small smile on Derek’s lips, and he still looks like he wants to say something kind of mean, the bastard. Instead he steps closer. Stiles feels his heart start to race as Derek leans in, hot breath against Stiles' ear, making him shudder.
“Sure.”
Stiles flushes hard as Derek pulls back, looking smug as all hell. And also very hot. Goddammit.
Behind them, Danny and Jackson are losing it.
Stiles grabs Derek's hand and starts dragging him away, flipping them off with the other. “See ya, dickbags. I have a date with a hot guy who has terrible taste and no standards whatsoever. I win. You lose. Buh-bye.”
Later, both Danny and Jackson might feel a little bit of regret for not hitting on Derek first, when Stiles comes back, bragging about how Derek isn’t just into guys—he’s also got a lot of experience with them.
“Like, you guys should have seen what he did with his tongue, it was awesome. I didn’t even know that was a thing—”
“Okay, Stilinski. We get it,” Danny cuts in. “You hit the jackpot. Jesus.”
Ok so I saw a video asking about who Eli’s Mother is, and there was debate in the comments, of course about Stiles mprg or Braden, the usual.
But then I got to thinking about the Nemeton and how Paige’s life was sacrificed there at great cost to Derek and I think that it forms a connection with Derek in a way. So as Derek’s tragic life continues, the tree feels all the suffering he goes through. Then when the sacrifice goes wrong for Stiles, the tree recognizes him because of Derek and even though Stiles doesn’t have his proper anchor, the tree gives him back to Derek—albeit a bit damaged and thus the nogitsune—because it recognizes that they anchor each other.
Once Derek finally returns after everyone has left, I feel like the Nemeton senses his loneliness and gives him a child made with the two people he genuinely loved. That’s why the only trait Eli seemed to get from Derek was the werewolf one: his genes were fighting for their lives against two other sassy, mole covered, sarcastic brown eyed humans. He never stood a chance.
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Stiles: Rude. But true. But rude.