I am a WHORE for “the love is requited, they’re both just idiots”
“They are STUPIDLY competent at EVERYTHING except each other.”
derek: *is carrying all the groceries*
stiles: *holds out hand to help*
derek: *aggressively moves all the groceries to one hand to hold stiles’s hand*
How are they gonna bring back the nogitsune but not Arden or Dylan 😭 their characters were what made the nogitsune a viable villain in the first place! Anyways, you're definitely right, Stiles is Eli's other father and the reason he's not gonna be in the movie is b/c Derek knew it was the nogitsune prior to arriving and told his hubby to stay home so as not to bring back all of Stiles' PTSD over the original incident.
Right??? Like they both made that storyline what it was and they're just gonna try to recreate it without them? Lmao, good luCK!
Yass, that's the perfect headcanon. Derek's looking out for his hubby and wants him safe and protected, and he wants that for Eli too but Eli sneaks away with him and now Derek's gotta protect their kid no matter what. In the car on the way there once Eli was discovered hiding in the back seat and it was too late to bring Eli back, Stiles yelled at him on the phone, after Derek already gave him a stern talking to as well.
He also can't get away from a case or else once he knew Eli was there too he'd be there in a heartbeat. He checks in almost constantly though ;)
Sheriff Stilinski: Son, I think you use silence and anger as a way to keep people from getting too close to you.
Derek: Yes, sir, I do.
Derek *pointedly looking at Stiles who is sleeping on the couch with his head on Derek's lap* : But it doesn't always work.
stiles: it sure is dark in here. not that im scared or anything. i mean, who's scared of the dark these days? not me. not stiles. no sir.
derek:
stiles:
derek: do you want me to hold your hand?
stiles: yes, please.
derek, smirks: you're beautifully hopeless.
😂😂😂😂
isaac: i need advice
derek: with what?
isaac: with love.
derek: how am i gonna be any help with that?
isaac: well how did you know you were in love with stiles?
derek:
derek: i’m in love with stiles?
My friend teaches high school history and allowed his students to do their chapter summaries on their chosen biographies as originally created memes. He said that he had never had kids read so carefully to find the most obscure detail from chapters to make their memes. [pro-tip, for younger middle school/elementary school students, make a folder of popular meme templates, to avoid uncomfortable internet searches}
This reminds me of my class watching the 90s film and when it got to this scene some guy in my class shouted out ‘hoe don’t do it’ and then 5 seconds later -sigh- ‘he did it’.
Shakespeare would have loved this 😔
stiles, happy and drunk: That’s my boyfriend!
derek, fond: Your husband, stiles.
stiles, now euphoric: My HUSBAND, even better.
Scott McCall? No. Wrong.
Derek Hale? NO. Wrong again.
Peter Hale? Ugh, not even in consideration.
You see, the correct answer is Stiles.
That's right, you heard me. Stiles is actually the one true Alpha. No, I don't mean he would be Alpha if he were a werewolf, and, no, I don't mean in an omegaverse way involving knots and mpreg. I mean, Stiles canonically and consistently shows the most traits to be the Pack Leader. The Human Alpha.
Let me explain:
Derek's family (the Hale Pack) was canonically made up of both werewolves and humans. Now, this is important. The Hale Pack's mantra was always "Alpha, Beta, Omega", which Derek states means that "we can always rise to one and fall to another". Notice he didn't say "a werewolf can always rise to one and fall to another". This was a pack motto that embodied the heart of the Hales' beliefs and belonged specifically to this mixed-species pack. The Hale Pack didn't just own a bunch of humans, they didn't just happen to know these humans. These humans were considered legitimate pack members and family. He didn't lose his pack and a few human cousins. No, he lost his Pack, period. This mantra applied to ALL pack members. Just as a Hale werewolf can rise and fall through the hierarchy, so too can a human. Just as a human pack member can be a Beta or Omega, so too can they also rise to be an Alpha.
But enough about CAN Stiles be an Alpha. Let's talk about WHY Stiles in particular is the pack Alpha.
1. Everyone intrinsically trusts his judgement and follows what he says, because he has shown time and time again that he knows what he's talking about and accomplishes what he sets out to do. He gets Isaac out of Holding, he helps Lydia use her power to figure out the sacrifices are being held at the Nemeton, he finds a way into a bank vault, he gets the bus to stop, he finds the cure to what's making all the supernaturals in school sick. When he says he'll do something, chances are high that he'll find a way to do it.
2. He always throws himself first into danger, willing to risk his life for the pack, because he puts the pack before himself. Sure, Derek and Scott do this too, but where Stiles differs is that he isn't self-sacrificing/masochistic or arrogantly lone-wolfing it when he jumps into battle. Unlike the other Alphas we've seen, Stiles also knows when to hold back, regroup, to withhold from unnecessary danger, and knows when to ask for help. Derek locked himself in a room and let two feral Betas maul at him because he didn't care if he lived or died, Scott almost bled out on a bus, instead of seeking medical attention, because "I can handle it myself". Meanwhile Stiles, on the one hand, Molotoved an Alpha werewolf and, on the other hand, hid in the shadows and managed to get the drop on an immortal, Nazi werewolf by himself with nothing but a bat.
3. He knows everyone's strengths and weaknesses and knows who goes best where, delegating them appropriately (which also includes himself, showing that he is aware of his own limitations and knows when a physically stronger pack member would be better suited for a situation than him). Like when he let the weres handle the assassin/mercenary assault while he and Lydia found and disabled the Deadpool or when he threw mountain ash at the Anuke-Ite while everyone else was dealing with Monroe's armada.
4. He has incredible judgement and intuition, able to spot threats to the pack immediately (like when he thought Matt was controlling the kanima, or when he was suspicious of Theo, or when he didn't trust Peter right before Peter betrayed them).
5. Not only that, but he was able to help THREE separate weres control their shift (even becoming anchors for two weres, himself), and usually just by talking to them. Even Peter had trouble helping Derek control his shift in highschool and Derek couldn't help Scott with his shift either (meanwhile, Stiles accomplished this in half a school day), and both Peter and Derek are born weres.
6. No matter if he was head over heels in love or just horny AF, Stiles never let that distract him from what needed to be done, unlike Scott actively endangering people just to make out with Allison (and the less said about Derek's love life, the better). Case in point: when Lydia was crying in her car, even though it seemed to pain him, he told her he had something important he had to do, then proceeded to look for the bestiary. There's also when he woke up in bed with Lydia and, instead of just going back to sleep without questioning it, he got up to explore the ominous, open door because, logically, he knew something wasn't right. And let's not forget when he stopped making out with Caitlyn to investigate a glowing key.
7. Stiles may have had a few fuck-ups here and there in the beginning (what Alpha hasn't?), but he learns in long, bounding strides from his mistakes and doesn't make the same mistake twice (because Stiles lives by his own mantra: once is an incident, twice is a coincidence, three's a pattern). I love Derek, I do, but I gotta ask: how many times has Derek been tied to an electric fence or been manipulated to fight on the wrong side? And how many times has Scott made 'a deal with the devil' or almost killed Allison or outed himself to the wrong people? You wanna know how many times Stiles has been beaten to a pulp? Once, by Gerard. Since then, there have been at least two instances in which he's taken on this sort of scrapper-brawler type of fighting style, almost like he never wants to just lay there helplessly as someone beats him up ever again. Very rarely do we ever see Stiles on his back with someone looming over him after that.
I could go on and on about how Stiles knows how to network and branch out for help from potential allies, or how Stiles actually listens and considers what other pack members have to say, or how Stiles doesn't let whether or not he likes a person get in the way of helping them, but we'd be here all day and this post is already long enough.
#24daysofreylo Day 6: Frost. “Ben Frost” 👀❄️ This is also for @beccashalome ‘s #decromcom challenge on Instagram (#decromcom), except I’m just now realizing this is not really a rom com scenario 😂🥲😅 But it’s a meet-cute, which is the first prompt, so IT COUNTS 🥶
Here’s the story blurb I wrote to accompany this:
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Ben Frost swooped low between the snowy trees, whipping up a cloud of freezing air as he went. It was another day of nothing, just him, the North wind, and whatever critters he could find to chase.
He contemplated going up to the waterfall to see if it needed refreezing, when he heard the soft crunching sound of footfalls.
He frowned. It didn’t sound like a deer. In fact, it sounded like—
His eyes widened, his heart picking up with his excitement.
A human.
He let the wind push him up above the treetops, where he settled into the crook of his staff, his gaze searching around for movement.
There!
He tumbled with the gust aimed in their direction, whooping and laughing as he went.
Was he a hunter? Or lost? Why would anyone come out so far into the forest, especially—
Ben’s eyes widened again as he dropped close enough to see the person’s face.
Especially a *girl*.
“What in the world brought you here, silly girl?” He murmured. She shivered, then stopped and looked around, as if she’d heard something.
Ben sighed. “It’s just you and me,” he reassured her. He had long given up hope that anyone could hear him, but sometimes it was nice to pretend.
She shook herself and continued on, her boots sinking into the snow.
Ben continued speaking, knowing she wouldn’t respond but still glad to have someone to converse at that wasn’t the Moon.
“You must be cold. You should probably stop and make camp pretty soon, because the sun is going down and there’s nobody for miles.”
No response, so he shrugged.
“Suit yourself, girly.”
He settled on his staff, following her as she tromped on, she a silent audience to his random chatter about weird things he’d seen, complaints about the Guardians being spoilsports, and general thoughts and feelings about the world. Every now and then he sent small bursts of wind into the trees, entranced by how she always stopped to look up and listen to the icicles make melodic tinkling noises whenever he did. Her soft smile made him smile in response, although his heart ached.
“You’re kinda pretty, Freckles,” he murmured as he drifted close enough to get a good look at her. “Do you mind if I call you Freckles? It’s just that you have so many and—“
The ground cracked, the echo resounding from below and above. Freckles froze, her breath coming quickly as they both noticed that the space they had thought was a clearing, was actually a large pond frozen over and camouflaged under a blanket of snow.
“Oh shit,” Freckles hissed, making Ben startle, both at the sound of her voice and at the coarse language.
She carefully took a step back, her foot landing in her own foot print.
“Smart girl,” Ben said, eyeing the way she’d come with a worried brow. “Just go slow.”
She made it another two steps before another crack vibrated beneath her feet, and then like a rabbit she pivoted and began to sprint.
“No, stop!” Ben cried, waving his arms in front of her and flinching as she ran right through him.
As he predicted, the weight of her bounding steps were too much for the ice, and Ben watched in dismay as her foot broke through, making her fall forward and break the ice further.
Freckles screamed, clawing at the snow, trying to find purchase to pull herself out, but she only slipped further into the frigid water as the ice shifted and tilted.
She gasped for air, the cold punching the breath from her lungs, and Ben ran his hand through his hair, horrified and desperate.
“No, no, nonono!” He looked up at the moon peeking out behind the clouds. “Please!” He yelled. “Please help her!” There was no answer, and Freckles was whimpering, sinking deeper as her strength waned.
Ben grasped his staff, squeezing his eyes shut, and wished with all his heart that he could do something, that he could save her. The wind blew around them, whipping snow and ice around with his hair, and then he heard her rasp,
“P-please, s-sir, h-h-help,”
And he opened his eyes to see her looking up.
At him.
Without delay he leaned down, grabbing her wrist—they could touch!—and then willed the wind to lift him, settling his feet on his staff to stabilize the added weight as he lifted the girl from the freezing water.
“I got you, Freckles,” he whispered, staring right into her wide gaze, her expression one of wonder. He probably looked the same, a part of him shocked that this was working at all.
Whatever happened after this, whether she’d stop being able to see him and he’d be left alone and unheard again, Ben didn’t care. This interaction, no matter how terrifying, would sustain him for another century.
He just needed to make sure she survived being cold and wet now.
//end (or tbc…?)
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