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If I had a nickel for every time Dylan O'Brian ends up in a ship where:
1) the love interest slams him against the walls
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2) the love interest chases him when Dylan's character runs into danger
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3) he holds up his love interest and helps him escape from danger
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4) he ends up with the love interest hurt and with black veins from of a not natural "poison"
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5) he and the other actor go along with the idea of the ship
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6) the ship is not officially canon but still it's the most famous ship of the show (despite his being in a canon straight relationship)
I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice
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Scott: Now that you're dating Stiles, it's time we have the shovel talk.
Derek: What are you talking about?
Scott: You know... I have a shovel, and I know how to use it.
Derek: Am I supposed to be scared of your shovel?
Scott: Not the shovel, what happens before I have to use the shovel.
Stiles: It's okay, Scott. You're doing great!
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youreastargirl · 1 year
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Okay okay hold on.
You’re telling me that Derek Hale is living in Beacon Hills owning an auto shop and consulting for the sheriff and having a rebellious teenage son who loves the jeep and in the first twenty seconds of being on screen Derek says to the sheriff “Maybe you should call your son?” Like I literally paused it.
Seriously considering keeping it paused and just writing a fanfic to finish it out because this is a beautiful premise that right now is canon. I accept the first 20 minutes of this movie. The rest we can toss.
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greenmantle · 4 months
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It's - it's not right. It's like a...
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allisonjamaica · 4 months
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that awkward moment when you lash out at your enemy-turned-ally-turned-anchor and he has the audacity to be patient and Soft™ instead of letting you pick a fight
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lesbiradshaw · 5 months
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lovers’ quarrel <3
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teencopandthesourwolf · 5 months
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He freezes. Doesn't know what the hell else to do. 
He can't picture it: Derek can't remember the last time somebody put their arms around him. 
Was it Laura?
Of course it was Laura. How could he forget that? Derek has gotten pretty good at blocking things out—a little too good, it seems.
She didn't tell him she was going before she left New York. Didn't say a fucking word, just vanished. Derek had woken up one morning and she was gone. She'd known without doubt that Derek would only follow her if she had said a single word to him.
Nobody ever granted Derek’s wishes, no matter who he prayed to. The desperate pleas where he asked to go back and get a chance to fix things, they all went unheard.
Laura left to go back to the place they both wished still existed just as it had; a place they were wanted alive, not dead. It wasn't fair that it was the very same place they would be hunted down if they did return, like the rabid animals the Argent's presumed they were.
Leaving the way they did meant they hadn't gotten the chance to see if anything was left at the house. They couldn't mark graves, or grieve properly. 
That same place also happened to be the place they'd been born, the place they'd grown up and called home.
Derek had never wanted Laura to face all of that alone.
The burnt down house. The nothing where there was once everything.
The thought still haunts him. One of so fucking many. 
Beacon Hills is home—but it's the home Derek had helped raze to the ground with his selfishness and stupidity. Everything he and Laura had ever known, everyone they'd ever loved, it was all gone, now. Derek had taken those things away from his sister and hadn't even had the guts to tell her. Tell Laura they were all gone because of him, tell her that everything that had happened to their family, to them, was all his fault.
In the aftermath of the fire Laura hugged Derek, and had kept hugging him, over and over in those weeks and months and years that followed. She would pull him into her arms hold him tight, whenever she could sense it was all getting to be too much for him again.
Alpha.
Big sister.
But Laura only knew about some of the reasons why it sometimes felt like too much effort for Derek to keep on breathing.
He never told her about Kate.
And Derek, the fucking coward, he'd allowed Laura to hold him, feeling the flames of shame on his cheeks every time, hot as those that took the lives of his parents. His family. His pack. 
Now, he remembers that last time. 
“I'm going out.” 
Laura stood up, walked around the two mismatched armchairs and stopped him by throwing both her arms around his neck, pulling him into her and hugging him, scenting him. 
It always took him a moment to respond these days, but Derek hugged her back. 
“What's this for?”
“You. Because I know whomever's bed you end up in tonight, you won't be asking for one of these.”
Oh, fuck no. Derek couldn't handle that. Did she think he was out sleeping with people? Never again, not after…
He pushed his sister off him, gently; a stark contrast to the harsh words that followed. 
“Don't fucking coddle me. And fuck you, Laura—I don't sleep in anybody's fucking bed but my own.” A single mattress on the floor of the lounge of their shitty one bedroom apartment. Derek had so many shameful memories, and crawling into his sister's bed every night for the first year after the fire was one of them. “Just—leave me alone.”
Laura was the one—the only—person Derek had left in the entire world, yet his guilt was constantly pushing her away. 
“Then where do you go to all these nights, little brother? You might not be clinging to me anymore, night after night, nightmare after nightmare, but you're so rarely in your own bed in the mornings.” She hadn't meant it as a dig. She was his sister and she loved him.
Maybe she thought he was making progress? Seeing people. Moving on.
Derek spent his nights waiting outside of dive bars, hanging around in back alleys and dark places, desperately trying to find scumbags he could taunt who were big enough and hard enough to at least attempt to kick the living shit out of him.
Derek hated being a werewolf, now. He wanted to get hurt and stay hurt.
“Just—out.”
Then Derek turned his back on Laura, leaving her to stand there and watch him walk away as he left her to go out looking for a fight, without looking back. 
That was the last time somebody put their arms around Derek—and the last time he saw his sister alive.
It was two years ago. Derek doesn’t think he has taken a full breath, since. 
Now here he is, standing in his big stupid loft that he bought for his betas—yet another pack he managed to destroy—having given away more than he should, with skinny yet strong arms wrapping themselves as far around his shoulders as they can reach. 
Stiles.
“You don't have to hug back. But you can, if you want to. I won't tell,” the kid jokes. It's his way to connect, his connection to the world. A coping mechanism, Derek thinks.
He knows all about those.
“I…” he doesn't have the first fucking clue of how to handle this. Or how to admit he needs it—to himself, let alone somebody else. He doesn't know how to admit that he wants it. 
But this is Stiles. The one person in Derek's life who seems, for some unfathomable reason, to give a fuck about Derek. To care about him.
Slowly, very slowly, Derek lifts an arm and awkwardly rests a hand on Stiles's upper back, feels the muscles jump slightly under the kid's baggy clothes as he tentatively spreads his fingers and finds the back of Stiles's neck. 
Stiles's voice hitches just a touch as he says, “These can be on tap, you know. If you want them. Stilinski hugs are the best hugs, dude. Believe.”
And Derek finds he does believe. For the first time in forever, Derek believes there could be something good in his life again.
More confidently, now, he brings his other arm up to wrap around Stiles's waist and hugs Stiles tighter, properly, and allows himself to be hugged back.
Derek wonders how he has gone so long without this kind of closeness. Lived without this kindness.
He decides to let the 'dude' pass. Because maybe—maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all, to be somebody's dude? 
Stiles's dude.
It's a fucking ridiculous moniker and yet Derek suddenly couldn't care less. 
“I think I'd like that,” he whispers into the forbidden place where Stiles's jaw meets long, pale neck. "Dude."
Derek can feel Stiles's smile as the kid squeezes him harder. And, ironically, Derek feels as if he can breathe again. 
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for @greyhavenisback bc i want to hug you in person and can't <3 (unedited, forgive me!)
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kordyceps · 4 months
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wheezes into my coffee cup about THEM
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sterekcraptrash · 1 year
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it’s that time of the year (sketch dump time)
stiles is talking nonsense and derek’s amused
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alocalband · 2 months
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(Don't) Stay Sterek, 17.6k, Teen Summary: Stiles goes away to college, and Derek suddenly falls ill. Obviously, the two things are completely unrelated. And, obviously, Stiles doesn't make the drive back to Beacon Hills at every available opportunity, to the detriment of his academic career, because he's secretly in love with the guy. That would be ridiculous.
“Derek’s sick.”
It’s not what Stiles was expecting Scott to open the conversation with, but at this point in his life he’s used to handling curveballs. “Derek’s a werewolf,” he responds. Because duh, it’s not as if the guy needs to worry about flu season.
“No, I mean really sick.” Stiles’ grip on his cell phone tightens as Scott’s voice then pitches lower, like he’s trying not to be overheard. “Supernatural sick.”
Supernatural anything, in Stiles’ experience, does not bode well for his immediate future. A headache and a couple of all-nighters at best; horror, bloodshed, and nightmare fodder at... Well, at medium. He tries not to think about what “at worst” entails.
“What, did he get shot up with wolfsbane again?” Stiles tries to make light, but it comes out sounding strained and half-hearted. He licks his lips and ignores the pit in his gut.
“He won’t tell me.”
“Jesus, Scott, you have eyes. And other very effective werewolf-y skills. Are there any bullet holes in him? Any suspicious purple flowers lying around the loft?”
“He’s not at the loft.”
“Then where the hell is he?”
There’s a long enough pause in response that Stiles somehow guesses the answer before Scott finally speaks it. He has no idea how he guesses it, because the very idea is absurd and kind of comical, but his own thoughts land on the very words Scott reluctantly admits right before he hears them.
“He’s at your place.”
Continue reading on AO3
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marriedtobigfoot · 7 months
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Obsessed with the way that Stiles spends ALL DAY with Peter and Cora listening to the tragic story of Dereks first love. Like...it's broad daylight when that story starts, and by the time they wrap things its nighttime. Stiles didn't even really need to be at the loft either, he just showed up to check if Derek was still MIA, and then the boy stayed and listened to a whole story. Stiles Stilinski isn't usually shy about telling people to get to the goddamn point either, so you know his ass was captivated.
Half of that episode was just Stiles chilling with the Hale's, learning the first bit of Dereks tragic backstory and eating it UP.
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fanfrelon · 20 days
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Dylan Sprayberry in The Boy Who Couldn't Feel Pain
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criticlog · 1 year
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The absolute pure insanity of trying to make sense of the Teen Wolf movie through Tumblr posts has been the highlight of my week and I still have no idea what the actual plot is
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buckybarnesss · 29 days
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were they really going to make derek and stiles the b couple of this episode put them in an enclosed space for a prolonged period of time, bickering and one of them was dying and not expect fans to latch on like a koala bear?
my god derek threatens to rip stiles's throat out with his teeth and i'm supposed to be normal about them?
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readgi · 2 months
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I know the teen wolf fandom is pretty much dead, but I need to know how y'all feel about Theo Raeken?
Cause I haven't even looked at this show since the last season came out, but ALL OF A SUDDEN I'm obsessed with that boy and his character development on season 6 (or the little we got anyways) all over again
And thiam too but anyways
Is that a red flag? Should I be concerned?
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mxflora · 3 months
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