Derek Hale loves his family, he really does. He just wishes they weren’t so determined to set him up. When he finally blurts out that he has a boyfriend, and quickly gives his mother the name of the barista at his local coffee shop as his “boyfriend”, he figures that buys him a little peace.
He probably should have been paying attention to the part of the conversation where he agreed to bring Stiles home for Christmas to meet the family.
Hey Derek, what do you think your parents would think of Stiles?
Derek: I remember how Stiles wasn’t even shy- he’d always talk my parents’ heads off about whatever he and his dad were shopping for that day. They liked him then, and, I think now… I think they definitely would’ve liked him. He brings out the best in me, and that’s special.
AliveHales Headcanon: Derek has no problem with teasing and bantering but he's a bit sensitive underneath his growls. His family in general and his sisters in particular frequently honestly hurt his feelings. Cora doesn't know when to stop and Laura has a knack for going for his emotional jugular. He hates feeling embarrassed especially in public but he's resigned to it because protesting or asking them to stop makes it worse. They don't mean to be hurtful but it doesn't bother them so (1/?)
they don’t get why it bothers him. This goes on until Cora brings Stiles home one day. Stiles has been crushing on Cora’s hot older brother for ages but Derek always avoids him (Derek is avoiding him because he KNOWS his sisters will give him shit in front of the cute guy and he’d rather not thanks). Cora invites Stiles to stay for dinner and at first it’s all good but the teasing starts and it’s fine but Stiles notices how Derek sort of shuts down after something Laura says (2/3)
and Stiles mouths off and knocks Laura down a few pegs in Derek’s defense. He is more than willing to use his sarcastic nature in defense of the hot marshmallow sitting across from him. Stiles likes it when Derek’s eyes light up not when they go guarded. And that’s the story of how Derek pretty much falls in love with him on the spot. It’s also the story of how Stiles appoints himself Derek’s emotional protector and you do not want to get on his bad side about that. (3/3)
*wipes tear* stiles being protective of derek is one of my absolute favorite things, bless this entire thing.
i can totally see laura and cora taking it a step or two too far with teasing derek (i’ve got four siblings, it does happen a lot during the sibling bantering and apologies don’t always happen, just more teasing that ends up being unintentionally hurtful) and derek being quiet about it, not fighting it and just waiting for it to stop instead of asking for it to.
and stiles appointing himself derek’s emotional protector, i’m !!!!!! sign me the fuck up, pal. i need stiles ripping people who are mean to derek a new asshole and derek blushing and smiling while it happens cause no one has done that for him before.
just… stiles making derek feel loved is what i’m here for ;;
Once upon a time, Stiles Stilinski and Derek Hale were the Best Friends in the Whole Wide World, per Stiles’ saying. Nowadays, Stiles is pretty sure that Derek hates him. Derek is pretty sure Stiles hates him too.
The thing is, neither of them really hate the other one.
Derek never goes to the library, instead preferring to buy his books. However, when he can’t find the next book in the series he’s reading at any of the local stores he’s forced to go to the local library. There he meets Stiles, the librarian. After that Derek finds himself going to the library more and more often just to see Stiles. Little does Derek know, Stiles is taking extra shifts at the library in hopes of seeing Derek.
“Der-REK! You’ll neverrr guess who I found,” she hiccups and Derek looks up from his phone to see she has someone’s wrist in her hand. She yanks the wrist, and the person attached comes into view for Derek to see. “STILES!” She opens her mouth comically wide like she’s so pleased with herself. Stiles looks like he did not want to come over here, but drunk bride-to-be’s usually get what they want.
Or the one where Stiles and Derek get back together after breaking up a few years before.
“The customers like it when they have something they can rip off me. It’s like opening a present!” Stiles winked when he caught Derek staring at him in the mirror. “Like what you see?” Derek turned away to hide the red blossoming across his cheeks.
“Those pants are ridiculous,” Derek muttered. He knew it was obvious, had been for months, but he tried in vain to conceal his attraction to Stiles anyway.
“Right? I think they make my ass look fantastic.” The dressing room door flew open and all activity came to a screeching halt.
Okay, but say we have the whole “Derek dying temporarily” thing while he’s alpha, and the power jumps down to Cora in South America, who’s understandably confused and comes back to Beacon Hills to get to the bottom of it. Derek comes back all evolved wolf, but no one else became alpha, so they’re all wondering where the hell the alpha power went, and then Cora shows up like “DEREK, WHAT THE FUCK.”
:D I love that idea. I also take it and raise you a: what if the Argents had been the ones to deal the killing blow to Peter in s1, and then his power seemed to go nowhere and Derek didn’t understand it because he was the next wolf in line in the Hale family so it really should have gone to him whether he struck that last blow or not.
But then Jackson gets bitten somewhere down the line by another Alpha (because face it, by that point he was determined to be a wolf so he could match Scott so he would have done what he could to track one down. Ah, the days when their biggest concern was who was captain of the lacrosse team) except instead of turning into a beta he bounces straight to an Alpha and everyone’s just “??? WTF WHERE DID THAT COME FROM??” And they realize it’s because Jackson’s secretly Peter’s son and the power went to rest inside his next of kin, even if he was human.
(*flails around randomly* because honestly that’s a hella interesting twist on True Alpha Scott too –– what if he became an Alpha without killing, not because he’s just destined for it or so much better than other wolves or whatever, but because somewhere in his family line, generations ago, one of his family members was an Alpha werewolf and when it died the power just rested inside his family for generations, waiting for someone else to be bitten so it could come out?? That would be such an interesting explanation tbh… and now I’m just going completely off the rails here so I’m gonna pull myself back a little…)
But yeah, I really want to get a solid (fanon) explanation of how the passing of werewolf power works. Do we believe that, if there are literally no family members left for the power to pass to, then if would pass to the next beta in line in the pack? (ex: if Derek died and Cora didn’t exist, would the power go to Isaac?) Or do we believe that the power would just dissipate, be lost forever? (Or do we like my exciting new theory about the power going dormant until a new family member is available for it to pass to?)
Hi! So I always go to your blog when I need cheering up because it's so full of life and fun so I wanted to ask if you have any long fluffy pack fics with sterek just the pack sticking up for eachother I've had a rough time with my 'friends' this week and I just need some pack being close and loving thank you!
I’m so sorry about your friends. Hopefully things have gotten better. Either way here’s some pack as family fluff for you. - Anastasia
Wherein they both own bakeries, Stiles tries not to run his grandmother’s legacy into the ground, Laura wants to be a better alpha, and Derek can’t seem to get Stiles’ attention the regular way - so naturally, he accidentally initiates a prank war.
(Or, if Teen Wolf was more like Gilmore Girls, with everyone far too invested in whether the Hale boy and the Sheriff’s kid will work it out, and Laura Hale wrote a handbook for alpha werewolves.)
Derek and Stiles have taken out the Alpha Pack and pretty much saved the world. Okay, the town. Okay, their remaining friends. But the Alphas left something behind: a baby. And this baby is an Alpha too. Derek is determined to take care of the abandoned child, and Stiles is stuck going along for the ride.
But Stiles doesn’t expect the ride to include seeing another side of Derek, or to find another way to say “family.”
A twig snaps, and then Stiles hears breathing and the rustle of leaves. He strains to get a better glimpse into the darkness, but it’s pointless. There’s nothing but a black void.
It’s Stiles’ senior year, and he’s trying to concentrate on normal things - like the lacrosse championship, spring break, prom, graduation (and definitely not Derek) - when he starts having nightmares and waking up in the middle of nowhere. Oh yeah, and he’s being haunted by a hag. Great.
You hurried out of the car, slamming its door shut. You perfectly knew how Jasper was going to react as you had returned from school late…again. The first few times you had covered it up by telling him that you were working on an important assignment with your group. Though, you hardly believed he had bought your lie. He was Jasper and he had the ability to read and feel emotions, including yours. He probably already knew of something that was going on in your school but decided not to speak of it…yet.
As you open the door with great hesitance at hearing him shout at Carlise, he instantly snapped his gaze towards you. He dashed to your side with vampire speed and protectively, wrapped his arms around you. “Where have you been?” He asked and you couldn’t control it any longer, so you winced in pain, where his hand squeezed tightly at your waist. Questionably, Jasper stepped back, as he studied your face.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked breathlessly, stepping backwards. “Don’t pretend like I’m not aware of it. Now answer my question. Where have you been?” Jasper asked a little more sternly this time.
“I’ve told you…I’ve got a school project due.” You reply, avoiding his gaze. Jasper grabbed your chin and raised it, so your eyes would meet his again.
“This so-called project has been your excuse for two weeks, sugar.” As you look into his gold eyes, absentmindedly, you feel his grip tighten once more at your side and you yelp in pain. You tried to push him away but he held you in place as he instantly unzips your jacket and pulls your shirt up. The bruise with a blueish-yellow hue made Jasper’s eyes swirl in dark gold and under his lashes a purple shade appeared dangerously.
He looked up at you and before he could even ask, you shook your head and stuttered nervously. “I-I tripped and fell…in the c-cafeteria.”
At the corner of your eye, you saw Edward shake his head disappointedly and you hoped to God he wouldn’t utter a word that particular moment. Jasper’s eyes remained focused on you. “You fell in the cafeteria? Is this one of your other excuses?”
Instantaneously, your eyes well up in tears, not because of how angry Jasper had been, not because of how he had found out about one of the bruises…to be honest you didn’t even know why you had tears in your eyes.
“I can feel your emotions, (Y/N). Answer me. Who’s done this to you?”
“It doesn’t matter anymore.” You reply a little irritated, leaning away from his touch before he had the chance to find out about the rest of the minor injuries.
“Doesn’t matter?” He echoed your response. “It will matter when I take my time to torture each one of them and leave them bleeding in the moonlight.” As he says this, he swiftly walks out the door and that was when you realized it hadn’t been Jasper talking, it was The Major.
Though, you knew Jasper would have had the same reaction.
The first time Derek sees the words, he’s had a really shitty day. Laura was on his case again, all in the name of sisterly love, of course, and Cora was wielding her usual acerbic wit like a rapier. He’d gotten to the scene of a shooting too late and the victim had died before Derek could call for an ambulance. His Camaro had gotten a flat and while he was attempting to change the tire on the side of the road, someone drove by and sent a wave of muddy water arcing, drenching him, and he was cold, muddy, and miserable.
Then, as he was sliding into the front seat after toweling off as best as he could, he felt something prickling on his arm and glanced down. Shaky, thin lines began appearing, little by little, and he could do no more than stare as the infamous phrase formed on his arm.