Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: collection, Tumblr Fic, tags added as needed, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Drugged!Derek, truth spell Summary:
~A collection of Tumblr drabbles~
One: “This is just sex. That’s all this has to be.” Two: They were the worst thing in the world for each other. Three: Sometimes he lies there tracing it, long after Derek’s fallen asleep. Four: “So… you’re like an actual Wolfman now.” Five: There were people in this world that deserved love. And Derek wasn’t one of them. Six: Who would have thought that high Derek is a very talkative Derek?
I need a little bit of help. I’m writing up a report for my job that is (in part) about the history of the Teen Wolf fandom, and while I have been adjacent to the fandom for a while, I haven’t actually been heavily IN it.
Are there any particular fandom dust-ups or happenings that you consider to be influential in the Teen Wolf fandom as a whole?
Like, Sterek being erased from that EW poll and then winning the Ultimate Slash Madness poll I know about. Tyler Posey saying Sterek was “sick” and people getting outraged I know about.
And I know there have been plenty of other fandom-wide “events” that have been influential but I’m having trouble remembering them off the top of my head. (This can also include the production and circulations of REALLY influential/popular fanworks including fics, meta, or art)
Descriptions and approximate dates would be helpful, and links to sources would be AMAZING if you’ve got them close to hand.
Also, if you could signal boost this, that would be amazing as well, and really super helpful
A/N: I cackled. I love it. I just added some spacing for the paragraphs, that’s all I’ve changed. Thank you, Anon! This truly was lovely!
I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.
Anon said: “I did the dare you posted a few days ago, so I’m just pre-warning you! It’s pretty crap, and it ends at a weird time, but I tried! The spacing’ll be off because I’m sending it through the ask box, so you’ll have to imagine where the paragraphs are haha. It gets a little meta too, but I hope you like it alright. xD”
When Kristen arrived home after a particularly long, demanding day, she wanted nothing more than to get cosy, find something good to eat and to binge watch something on Netflix. Instead, however, upon arrival, she found herself greeted by grouchy looking man sitting on her sofa, hunched over her laptop and typing vigorously.
She was startled momentarily, having expected the house to be empty, but she soon registered who it was, and couldn’t help but to roll her eyes exasperatedly. “Peter?!” She inquired, though it was more of an exclamation than anything.
He stopped tapping away at the keyboard, looked up, and flashed her a sly smile.
Kristen raised her eyebrows dangerously at him when he offered her no explanation for his presence. “Uh, care to explain why the hell you’re in my house, on my computer?!”
The man gave a nonchalant shrug, “I’m just checking out what you’ve been writing about me.”
“Seriously?! And how did you get in anyway? I’d never give you a key.”
Peter chuckled darkly and slowly shook his head, “Oh darling, puh-lease, as if I’d actually need one of those. Don’t be so naïve.”
She opened her mouth to retort, probably with something witty and hilarious, when a clatter from the kitchen stopped her in her tracks. One eyebrow shot up as she glared at the werewolf in front of her. “What the flip was that?” She inquired accusatorially.
“Ask him for yourself,” Peter muttered absently, as casual as ever, turning his attention to the screen in front of him. He briefly glanced back up at her, jutting out his chin in the direction of the noise, murmuring, “Well? Go on then,” before going back to doing whatever it was that he was doing on her laptop.
It was then that Isaac sauntered into the room, with his shoulders slightly hunched, and a sheepish grin on his face, sort of like a kid who’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He offered her a tentative wave and then hung his head, scuffing his shoe against the ground a little, before meeting her eyes again. “I, uh.. Was just trying to make a snack, but I kinda knocked some stuff over. I probably should’ve just stuck with chips or something, but I swear I’ll tidy it all up!”
Kristen shook her head, “That’s fine Isaac, great, but I still have to ask, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, but, why the f*** are you in my house? With him?” She asked, waving her hand emphatically in Peter’s direction.
Peter snorted scornfully, “‘Him.’” He mocked, “I’m right here you know, where are your damn manners? I have a name… And it’s not ‘Spandex King’.” He added, spitting out the moniker with bitter contempt as he gestured to the screen in front of him, his expression contorting into a sour scowl.
Isaac failed to hold back a snicker at Peter’s wounded ego as he returned his attention to Kristen, “That’s brilliant.”
“Well y'know, I am prone to some pretty incredible ingenuity from time to time.” Kristen sassed, with a little lopsided smirk.
Isaac smiled back, before remembering that he had been about to answer a question, before he’d been distracted by Peter and his disgust at being outed for his secret spandex obsession. “Oh, and uh, as for why I’m here…” He started, scratching the back of his neck, “Peter was fixating over the fact that you were writing about us, like, seriously he wouldn’t shut up about it, it was annoying as hell-”
“I’d watch what I were saying if I were you. I know where you keep your frosted flakes.” Peter interrupted, not even bothering to look up from the screen.
Isaac dismissed him with a side eyed glare, that Peter probably didn’t even register, before continuing, “He said he was going to pay you a visit while you were out- which made no sense -and make sure you were 'portraying him accurately’-”
“Which you’re not.” Peter flatly interjected.
“Shut up and let me finish Hale!” Isaac snapped over his shoulder, his tone softening when he immediately returned to talking to the girl in front of him with a smile, “I happen to think you’ve captured him perfectly. Anyway, I figured if he was going to break in regardless, I may as well come along for damage control purposes. You know, making sure he didn’t get all 'classic Peter Hale’ on you and start rifling through your underwear drawer or anything.” He grinned jocularly down at her, “I kept him out of your internet history too, as tempted as I was to find out all of your freaky online idiosyncrasies.”
He wriggled his eyebrows in a playfully suggestive manner, prompting Kristen to swat his arm, but despite attempting to keep a straight face, she found herself letting a couple of laughs slip. “Well, I suppose I should thank you then? Since you broke in with good intentions at least, unlike SOME people.”
Kirsten directed the end of her sentence at the man on the couch, who lifted his head to meet her gaze, mock offence gracing his features, as he pressed his palm against the centre of his chest. “Why Kristen, my intentions are strictly noble! Think of me as your surprise editor.”
Her expression clouded dangerously, “My WHAT?! So help me, if you’ve dared to delete a single f***ing letter of my work, Peter Hale, werewolf or not, I won’t hesitate to shove an entire bush of mistletoe up your sorry a-”
“Relax! There’s need to get so violent, god! I copied and pasted some of your writing into new documents and improved upon THOSE. Your originals are safe. Not that you’ll want them after you see my updated versions.”
Kristen breathed a sigh of relief, “Jeez, don’t scare me like that.” She mumbled, walking over and taking a seat beside Peter on the sofa, to inspect the so called 'improvements’ he’d broken the law for the sake of making.
Peter turned his head toward her, he quirked an eyebrow, and an amused smile formed on his lips, “You know, after that little outburst just then, I don’t know if I feel so safe with you sitting this close to me.”
Kristen smiled back, patting his shoulder, “In that case you’re just going to have to be on your best behaviour Hale.”
He grunted his reply, scrolling up to the top of the document and repositioning the laptop so that you could see it properly. Isaac perched himself beside her on the arm of the couch, craning his neck and squinting his eyes slightly as he peered down at the screen. A few moments of quiet passed as they started to read the altered text.
So I got bored and started watching MTV's scream which I promised myself I wouldn't do because I thought it looked stupid.
Well I am half way through season 1 and I regret not watching it sooner! It’s actually pretty good! I was going to try to watch season 2 on the MTV app. Then I got on here and read that it got cancelled and there might not be a season 3.☹️☹️☹️
“What the….” Kristen was the first to break the silence between her and her muses.
“I would never do that!” Isaac exclaimed loudly, his voice part shock and part anger, rising to his feet from the arm of the couch, pointing at the computer screen, his eyebrows practically knit together in a severe scowl.
“Don’t look at me in that tone of voice!” Peter said with the slightest hint of amusement.
“Hey, Kristen,” a voice from behind startled the three, causing them to yelp and turn, finding Derek frozen like a deer in the headlights. “What?”
“Nothing, you just startled us,” Kristen said, hand to her heart as she focused back on the screen, returning to a seated position. “You have a tendency to ‘walk like the ninja of death, appearing at the most inappropriate and soul crushing of moments’,” she turned to look over her shoulder at him with a smirk. “Or so these stories say.”
“What stories?” His voice was harsh, somewhat sarcastic, as she turned back to the screen.
“These,” she held up the laptop briefly. “Your’s. Well, ours…. Mine, er-” She sighed. “You missed a lot.”
“Can you start with what happened in the kitchen? I cleaned it up, but-” he stopped short when both you and Peter pointed wordlessly to Isaac who, after a moment, simply turned his back to Derek, once again taking his seat on the arm of the couch, and studying the writing.
“Really, Peter?” Kristen said, pointing to a sentence, turning her head to face him with an ever sarcastic roll.
“What?” He got closer to the screen, squinting. “Oh, that. Yes,” he said with a snigger, crying out in defeat when she hit the backspace repeatedly.
“No,” she simply muttered.
“Will someone please fill me in?!”
“Oh, yeah!” Kristen turned to set the laptop on the back of the couch, resting with her knees on the cushion. “Peter broke in to rewrite all of the stories because he thinks I don’t portray him correctly.” She looked up from where she had been feverishly deleting lines from the text. “And he is butt hurt that I called him ‘Spandex King’, and it stuck.”
Isaac and Derek both snickered before Peter cut in. “Okay, okay, the King has some things to say. One,” he indicated a finger, about to continue when the three others resounded with a unanimous and monotoned, “No.”
Peter was flailing now. “How the hell did Derek even get in here?!”
“Woah, woah, don’t get your precious Spandex in a bind, Peter!” Kristen smiled. “Just because I don’t trust you with a key, doesn’t mean I don’t trust him.”
“What about me?” Isaac asked softly, smirking along with the other two at Peter’s gaping jaw from her last statement.
She turned to him. “Name one thing you haven’t lost.”
He blushed, and looked down at the carpet. “You?” He tried, looking up sheepishly.
“Ha-ha, nice try.” She patted his shoulder.
“What about me?!” Peter cried, having regained some of his composure.
“You broke in to rewrite your own story. You have already rewritten your story twice without my help. And tell me, what would you do here that doesn’t involve something evil?”
“Being an editor is evil now?” He asked sarcastically.
Kristen simply smiled, creating a new document with a keyboard shortcut, her eyes never leaving Peter’s. “It is when I’m the writer.”
When Stiles had left Beacon Hills, he’d done it with every intention of never coming back. Ten years later, he finds himself forced back to his hometown. Of course, it’s not long before things are just as they had been before – that is, falling headlong towards disaster, and this time, stopping it isn’t really an option.