Jeff tryna tell me Derek- I - had - my - back - stabbed - several - times - was - taken - advantage - of - as - a - kid - and - is - a - rape victim - who - had - to - take - his - first - loves - life - out - of - mercy - at - 16 - tons - of - people - wanting - me - dead - amongst myself -Hale’s deepest darkest fear is…Jennifer
Ok, so I’ve officially seen the Jennifer clip and it is absolutely as gross as everyone’s saying. I loathe that the show brought Derek back just to put him through that, one more disgusting torment by an abuser.
I’m also seriously unsure what the creature was supposed to be representing, because there was so much talk about fears but apparently most of the characters faced people they cared about instead (Peter with Malia, Jackson with Ethan). Scott faced the Nogitsune, though, which has the face of someone he cared about but was a dark, twisted version of him. And Derek faced his former abuser. So this was less about ultimate fears, and more about using something that could get under your skin and torment you..?
Now, I’ve been through a whole gamut of emotions since I saw this clip –– upset, disgust, and absolute heartbreak. And here’s what I’ve come up with.
Last night, I compared TW to a toxic relationship –– it’s really bad most of the time and you know you’re better off without it, but some small, stupid part of you will still miss it when it’s over. Because not all of it was bad, and your stupid, nostalgic brain will still cling to those moments and make you miss it for those parts despite knowing better.
Jennifer was more than toxic to Derek, she was abusive, but the same principles apply. Derek was happy when he was with her –– because she manipulated him, used her magic to enthrall him, forced him to be… but that didn’t make it feel any less real to him at the time. And he remembers that happiness, feeling good and carefree with someone for a short while, even if it all turned out to be a lie.
That’s the worst part of betrayal, I think –– that you’ll still miss what you thought you had.
And there’s probably some part of him, small, irrational, wounded, that does long for that feeling of happiness he had when he was with her. He knows better, and god, he hates her and would never actually want to go back to her. But because of her spell on him, because she’d used magic to get under the defenses he’d spent years building up, being with her was probably the only time Derek’s felt any kind of carefree happiness since before Kate. It’s not about Jennifer. It’s absolutely not about Derek caring for Jennifer. It’s about Derek remembering how good it felt to have all his walls down around someone, even if the truth came out and shattered him afterward.
Because, let’s repeat this: Derek has never had his guard totally down with anyone since then (or for years, even, before then). Not with Cora, who he’s still finding his footing with. Not with Braeden, who was a convenient distraction but still a near-stranger he’d have been an idiot to totally trust (remember that scene where he got out of bed, restless and clearly uncomfortable?) Not with Stiles, who Derek absolutely trusts, but he’s still had to hold back on his feelings for. He’s never been totally carefree with him. The image of Jennifer represents how good it felt to be able to absolutely let go with someone.
And all that creature needed was a second of weakness, a second of Derek giving in to the memory of that feeling, and it had him.
Here we are. A list in no particular order. Well, in word count order actually. But not in, like, favorite order or whatever. You know what I mean. Also check out our ABO tag for all your Alpha!Derek and Omega!Stiles needs. - Anastasia
(Complete I 3,687 I Sterek I Explicit I Mpreg, Glory Holes)
Stiles, an omega, wants children desperately, and he will go to any length to achieve his dream. He decided a glory hole was the perfect answer for his desires. All he wanted was for an alpha to impregnate him, nothing more.
(Complete I 6,616 I Teen I Sterek I Growing Up Together AU)
Derek is still trying to figure out what to do about this when a woman’s frantic voice comes down the aisle. “Baby, baby, baby—no kick. I’m so sorry. It’s a thing lately.” She waggles a finger at her son. “We don’t kick.”
It’s a popular joke among Alphas: fuck an Omega, get heartbreak on your hands. Omegas are fragile little emotional things, needy and whiny. Stiles refuses to become that, or to believe that he’sanything like that.
Stiles and Derek have been fuckbuddies for a while when Derek loses his memories of the past three years - and them - in an accident. (Also - everyone’s a werewolf, and everyone’s alive.)
(Complete I 25,370 I Explicit I Sterek I Alternate Universe)
There are times when he feels as if they could fall into bed together, easy as breathing. If Stiles were not highborn, if he were an omega without connections, Derek would be sorely tempted. As it is, he resists. Derek wants, he yearns, but he resists. Still, the sight of Stiles in his cot is enough to test him, even now that it is familiar. At the end of each lambing season, he sleeps for a week, worn down by months of hard work, of relentless struggle. He doesn’t know how he’ll feel by the time Stiles leaves, how he’ll feel after long days and longer nights spent resisting the insistent tug of Stiles’s scent and the inclinations of his own foolish heart.
All Derek wants is to get through the lambing season with his body and spirit intact. He had thought that the blizzards would be the main danger, not a highborn omega with beautiful eyes and a stubborn streak.
(Complete I 39,114 I Explicit I Sterek I Past Mpreg)
The rules. Stiles knows them well. Has them drilled into his head, repeats them to alphas and betas that conveniently are too drunk to remember them on their own, hears Peter shout them out whenever a rule gets broken, reminding the entire bar that they exist and are (generally) enforced.
(7/7 I 70,140 I Explicit I Sterek, Scallison, Jydia, Stydia, Danny/Jackson I Dystopia AU)
AU. Alphas are like royalty and are offered their choice of any age eighteen-and-up virgin Omega for each year’s heat season, as a ‘thank-you’ to all they’ve done for their compounds throughout the year. Derek is an Alpha and…yeah, Stiles. Stiles is an Omega. And still a virgin. In every way. And he’s just turned eighteen. This…is not his day.
“You’re not putting that up your butt,” Scott told him flatly and Stiles couldn’t stop the pissed off whine he made, but his friend continued. “Stiles, you can’t put that up your butt, you know that. Your butt won’t be ready for anything to go in it until-”
“Okay, okay!” he said, flailing his hands to stop his friend’s lecture. “Message received, no butt stuff until I’m pounced on by some freaking animal in the forest and ravished to within an inch of my life. Got it. Thanks, Scotty, I mean heaven forbid I actually try to take control of my life and give myself a fighting chance or anything.”
“Not all alphas are animals,” Scott said quietly.
Maybe he was right, but Stiles wasn’t holding his breath.
(19/19 I 111,412 I Explicit I Sterek, Scisaac I War AU, Mpreg)
War is hell.
Falling in love with enemy solider Derek Hale, secretly mating him, and then accidentally being left behind by him when the war suddenly and violently ends is a special kind of hell apparently reserved for one human omega Stiles Stilinski.
But Stiles is determined to find his mate again, because Derek left more than just Stiles in a war-ravaged and werewolf-hating country - and with danger at every turn and nothing but Derek’s gun and his own wits for protection, hell hath no fury like Stiles now.
(14/14 I 116,637 I Explicit I Sterek, Scallison, Jackson/Danny I DubCon)
Stiles had just accidentally challenged an alpha.
Oh God, and Scott had just stood by and let him do it. He was the worst best friend ever. Stiles was going to kill him. Except, oh right, the alpha was going to kill him first. Like beyond dead, ripped into tiny little pieces dead. So far dead that his dad would not be able to identify him, dead.
(11/11 I 126,412 i Explicit I Sterek, Scira, Cora/Lydia, Jennifer/Derek I Werewolves Are Known)
“Don’t do it,” he mutters. “Don’t do it, please, don’t do it.”
But there it is, a soft pink line appearing right next to the control. Stiles’ legs give out from under him; he sinks to the bathroom floor, hands shaking, his entire body shaking. It’s hard to breathe, his vision blurring around the edges. There’s a knock on the door behind him and then it opens and Scott sits down next to him.
“I’m fucked,” Stiles gasps, tears prickling at his eyes. “I’m fucked!”
Resume: I had an ordinary life, or that’s what I
wanted to believe. I lost myself in the TV series that I listened to forget the
normal boring life. What I didn’t know, however, was that my life would change
myself in 2013 at Beacon Hills County.
be a Stiles x Reader but only further in the story
In this chapter: First day of school! So excited! Too much
excited. I forgot my mission. I change the future again.
Word count: 2632
In the end
I was so stressed, I didn’t close my eyes for the rest of the night. I didn’t
want to fall asleep and make a nightmare again, and the excitement of going to
school the next day kept my eyes wide open until morning. And it was Scott who
knocked at my door to tell me I had to get ready, all while giving me an empty
have to go to the director’s office, he’ll give you your schedule and also the
textbooks you’ll need. The sheriff made it with the school management to have
the same schedule as me. ”
I nodded as
I ran my hand through my hair. I needed a good shower.
When I was washed,
dressed, and combed as best I could, I put my bandage on my ankle and the
splint on my hand before taking my crutch and heading for the stairs. Scott was
waiting for me downstairs, a shy smile on the corners of his lips. He also had
my school bag in one hand, and in the other he was holding a motorcycle helmet.
at the top of the stairs.
have to go by motorcycle?” I asked him, already knowing the answer.
is still at work, she had several emergencies. It’s not as bad as it looks,”
he tried to reassure me. Then I remembered the reason why Melissa was still at
work in episode 1 of season 3. The motorcycle accident with Isaac and Braeden,
pursued by the twins. I hesitated. Should I tell him? But I was going to suffer
if I spoke and if he rushed to the hospital, the future would change again. And
then I remembered that in any case he would go there later in the day. I had to
let this happen. So I went downstairs and took the helmet from Scott’s hands.
“How do we do for my
In the end, the motorcycle ride wasn’t that
bad. Scott had tied my crutches to the back and I had been able to take advantage
of the position to hold him by the waist. Riding a motorcycle behind Scott
Mccall. Little fantasy of many fans.
I tried all the way to recognize my surrounding,
but the streets and houses I saw didn’t remind me anything. It was true that we
didn’t really see the roads in the show. Finally, after a few minutes, I
recognized the school and my heart rate accelerated. The facade, the many
students who smiled and walked to their future. Everything was so unreal, I was
like in a dream. I forgot my responsibilities and my mission so much I was
Finally Scott parked his bike in the parking
lot and I pulled out my helmet looking around. Yellow buses, school, students.
Then, aside from us, I saw two black motorcycles, which made me lose my smile.
Twin’s bikes. Problems.
In front of me I also saw the smile of Scott
fall. He was so proud of his motorcycle, so seeing these engines before him, he
was probably thinking his vehicle looked ridiculous.
“I prefer your bike,” I said shyly in
order to cheer him up.
“Thank you …” He mumbled, smiling,
then went down and helped me do the same. Then he gave me my crutches and
headed for the school.
“I have to meet Stiles in front of our
lockers,” Scott started, which made me stick to the sound of the name of
my favorite character. Scott continued to move forward and noticed that I wasn’t
following him. He turned around and my heart accelerated automatically.
“Something’s wrong?” He asked me worried
as he put a gentle hand on my shoulder. I couldn’t tell him that the idea of
meeting Stiles was the reason of my nervousness!
“N-no, everything’s fine,” I lied
even though I knew he would notice it. I had to find an excuse. A reason. I
wasn’t ready to meet Stiles, not yet! It was one of my fantasies, a dream, I
dreamed of it literally, I had a ton of images of him in my cell phone (which I
still wanted to recover).
“I’ll go to the director’s office right
away. See you in class?” I stammered quickly before taking my bag from his
hands and putting it on my shoulder. Then I walked as fast as I could with my
crutches toward the school, lowering my head, hoping not to meet anyone known.
My heart was beating so fast and my head turning as a hundred pace. I no longer
looked where I was going, so of course I rushed into something brutally. Or was
it was the thing that rushed into me? Anyway, I fell on the ground shouting in
surprise and pain at the same time. I had fallen on my wounded hand.
"Oh god, I’m sorry I didn’t see you, I’m
so sorry! I’m very clumsy, are you okay?”
Did I really have to fall on him the moment I
I froze automatically as I heard him picking up
his things clumsily. He helped me get up and I let myself go, still paralyzed,
eyes wide open and probably drool on the chin. I didn’t dare look at him. Don’t
look at him. Don’t look at him. His hands were on me. His big hands I had
always found beautiful. His smell was around me as he was right beside me. An
indescribable mixture that made my head spun. He handed me my crutches, which I
took a moment to grab, my head still lowered to look at the floor. I mustn’t
look at him.
“Hey, are you okay?” He snapped his
fingers in front of my face and for a split second I looked up at him. Only a
fraction of a second, but I saw his face.
His honey brown eyes. His hair now longer than
in the previous season. His moles. His lips. His eyebrows. Perfect perfection.
My heart was about to explode.
“Y / N! I saw you fall, are you all right?
Scott was running towards us. Now that I had seen
his face, my eyes didn’t want to detach from Stiles. He was so beautiful and
real, so good, precious, heroic, altruistic, intelligent. I still couldn’t
“You know her? She’s frozen like that
since we’ve ran in each other. ”
“Y / N?” Scott said softly, putting his
hand on my arm, which made me get out of my torpor.
"Ahhhh !! You’ve seen the time!” I shouted
leaving as fast as I could from the two boys. They really had to find me weird.
I was stupid. Dumb. What had taken me? Pull yourself back together, Y / N!
I wasn’t very far from them when I heard Stiles
speak. And when Stiles speaks, I always listen.
"Who is it? ”
“It’s … my sister-in-law … she’s
amnesic,” Scott replied, which made me stop again in the middle of the hallway
under the curious glances of the students.
“Seriously, didn’t find better?” I
mumbled before remembering that Scott could still hear me. Shit. I went back to
the director’s office without further delay.
I was just outside the door when I saw two
sheets on the bulletin board that stopped me again. Notices of research for
For Boyd and Erica.
Sadness invaded my heart. I was so excited by
school, the new world. Stiles. I had forgotten my mission. I had to save
everyone, but unfortunately it was too late for Erica. She was already dead.
Tears rose to my eyes and I had to lean against the wall for a moment to catch
my breath. It was real, the world and the characters, and it also meant that
the pain and the dead were so. That suffering would stay if I couldn’t save the
victims. Once my breathing calmed down, I entered the director office, whom
held a long sword in his hands, a surprised, intrigued but also totally
outdated expression on the face.
“Can someone tell me what the hell is that?”
He asked another man who shrugged his shoulder as an answer. Then he saw me and
hurried to hide Gerard’s sword.
“What can I do for you, miss?”
The time it took to sign papers again, receive
my schedule and my textbooks made me 20 minutes late in my first class. The director
insisted on coming with me to guide me but I politely refused his offer and
went off in search of my class. I found it in the end and hesitated a
moment before knocking at the door that was facing me. Was I ready to go inside?
Starting my new life as a high school student?
I had no choice. The teacher came to open me, a
radiant smile on her face.
But for my part, I froze, stopping to breathe,
eyes widened by fright.
“You must be Y / N, we were waiting for
I couldn’t move. She was there. I have
forgotten about her.
She noticed my frightened look and advanced
towards me, placing a delicate hand on my shoulder.
“Don’t be afraid, I am aware of your
situation and I promise you that I will be there to help and guide you
throughout this hard moment you’re living.”
And I’ll be there to
stop you from killing,
I thought forcing a smile.
Her sweet and gentle appearance hid the snake
sleeping in her. Jennifer Blake. Anger and determination took the place of fear
and I limped back with my crutches to face the class.
“Here’s Y / N,” Jennifer began.
“Be welcoming with her.”
Among the thirty peers of eyes that scanned me
I recognized only three who succeeded in restoring me the stress of this
Stiles, Lydia and Allison.
But I couldn’t see Scott.
“You can take the seat behind Allison,
Scott just left, he had an emergency,” said the teacher. I nodded,
avoiding crossing Stiles’ gaze and sat behind Allison, who raised her head to
me when I sat, my crutches beside me. Allison turned to give me a comforting
smile. She wanted to help me, thinking that I was probably very lonely because
Scott wasn’t there and that he probably told the whole pack that I was his
amnesic half-sister or something. Whatever the reason, I appreciated Allison’s
attention. She was very nice and kind.
“Hey, Scott’s half-sister!” A voice
murmured to my left. I lowered my head as I felt the red rising to my cheeks.
Stiles remembered me. Obviously … I had made the worst first impression in
the world. He would remember me as the strange and amnesic half-sister of his
“I didn’t know Scott had a half-sister.”
That was Lydia’s voice sitting on Stiles’ left.
But I didn’t dare look up at her, I was already very intimidated by the number
of characters I met simultaneously.
The class continued as usual, as if I had never
been there, but I wasn’t listening. We had to read some book I didn’t know
about, but I couldn’t concentrate. I knew that Stiles was just beside me and a
burning urge to look at him was stinging my stomach since I entered the
classroom. I could not think of anything else.
“Hey, Lydia, What is that?” Stiles
whispered next to me. I tensed up immediately and listen to their conversation.
“Prada bit me.”
“Your dog?” “
"No, my designer handbag. Yes, my dog.
“You should not keep it if it gets
“Prada never bit me before.”
“There’s a beginning for everything.
I began to panic. It wasn’t the discussion they
were supposed to have. They should have talked about the accident with the deer,
the correlations, never two without three. But they hadn’t had the accident.
And after this discussion, after…
My heart missed a beat as I turned to the
window and got up my seat.
“Y / N, sit down please, the class is not
over,” Jennifer told me.
“Boom,” I said, and two seconds later
a crow crashed into the window, startling everyone.
A surge of adrenaline rushed through my body as
Jennifer walked over to the window, too absorbed by the phenomenon (caused by
her, FYI), to tell the students to run.
“Everybody out! Get out of class now!” I
shouted as I pointed the door. "They’re coming, everybody out!” I
repeated, but nobody moved. Everyone was frozen by the black cloud that was
flying towards the classroom.
“Damn, move!” I repeated again, hearing
some students stand up. "Now! ”
Other birds darkened towards the windows when
the students finally rushed to the door. Many succeeded in going out, but not
Then a crow broke the window and everything happened
I grabbed Stiles by the shirt, which was near
Lydia to protect her and pushed them to the door without saying anything. I did
the same with other students who managed to get out of class. The rest of them
were hiding under the desks, and I had a little satisfaction when I saw
Jennifer being attacked by the black birds. I looked at the door frame to see
Lydia and Allison safe. New feeling of satisfaction. But this feeling soon came
down when I noticed that Stiles was no longer with them.
However, I was in the middle of the class,
uncovered. Soon the crows melted towards me and I was attacked by dozens of mad
birds that grafted and lacerated my skin. I fell to the ground trying to
protect myself as best I could and felt a weight against me, someone protecting
me with his body, but I couldn’t see who it was.
After long minutes of anxiety and fear, silence
fell into the classroom. A grim silence where the hidden students came out from
under the desk and where those who had left the class came in to observe the mess.
The person on me drew back and I finally knew his identity.
“You’re okay?” He asked me, blood flowing
on his forehead. I gave him a blow on his arm, feeling the red rise to my
cheeks, and he looked at me without understanding.
"You were supposed to go out with the
others!” I shouted after him, frustrated, the adrenaline still running my body
at a crazy speed. I had done everything to protect them, protect Stiles. And I
hadn’t even succeeded in completing this simple task.
He helped me get up and I lost myself again in
his amber-colored eyes.
"How did you know what was going to happen
…” He asked me, now suspicious.
I opened my mouth to respond when I felt an icy
and shivering breeze passed in my back and a voice whispering in my ear as if
it were behind me. But I knew that even if I turned to check, there would be no
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
“You’ll regret it
No, I didn’t say anything! I had said nothing,
I hadn’t spoken!
“But you did
“You changed the
“It’s now too
late for you.”
“Y / N? Hey, why are you crying? ”
I shook my head as I returned to reality. I
hadn’t noticed that I had begun to cry and wiped the tears on my cheeks.
“I didn’t want to blame you …”
Stiles apologized, holding out a hesitant hand toward me, thinking it was his
fault I was crying.
I sat on the nearest chair and put my head in
my hands. I had changed the future, again, and the voice’s words weren’t
reassuring at all.
It was too late for me.
In the next chapter :Scott is at the hospital to save Isaac from one of the member of the Alpha Pack. But I know someone at school that needs to be saved as well. However, I don’t know if it’s a good or a bad thing that I’m stuck with Stiles.
the jennifer scene was dumb bc everyone else was tempted like by the person they “loved” in some way (peter by malia; jackson by ethan) so it really made no sense for derek to be tempted to open his eyes to “see” this random ass woman – it was a long scene too. one of the low pts.
*curls in slowly and dies*
Damn, ok, that’s…… upsetting.
I honestly really feel like I need to see it now so I can make sense of it, headcanon it into a way where it makes sense. People were seeing people they loved, not what they feared..? (Or… what they loved twisted into what they feared..?)
I guess Derek felt at one point like he loved her, since he was spelled and compelled to. And I guess since his love and trust in Stiles is so strong, he wouldn’t have been a possible vision for the creatures to exploit –– Derek simply didn’t fear Stiles or believe that Stiles would ever hurt him. The person Derek loved was just literally unavailable for the creatures to use against him, because Derek would never believe it.
So if the creatures could only take on the form of a person to taunt them, and they needed someone who was able to get under Derek’s skin, Jennifer could make sense as a possible choice because she represents something he cared about (despite being forced to care) and was betrayed by?
Especially if, as I believe, Jennifer actually used Derek’s feelings for Stiles as a conduit to slip under his defenses. So Derek loves Stiles, but his faith in him is too strong for the creatures to exploit, so they manifested as the warped, corroded version of Derek’s love for Stiles –– the false thread of love that she used to manipulate him back then.