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Sterek + text posts

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is Derek Hale alright?? Is he eating right?? is he getting enough sleep?? Is he happy?? Does he miss Beacon Hills at all?? Does he miss Stiles at all??? iS MY SMOL SON OKAY??????

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*clears throat* hello….. i’d just like to take a moment….. to thank fanfic writers…… for giving sterek the chance that they deserve…….. thank you for your hard work and dedication…………… *raises glass* bless u all *downs drink* *sobs*

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I dunno if you take prompts often or are currently but I've read a few of your ficlets in the past and enjoyed them and I was wondering if maybe you could possibly write something with a little fluff and some laughs if you're up for it? I'm getting my wisdom teeth out tomorrow and I'm absolutely terrified so something to bring comfort for that would be immensely appreciated.

i’m sorry this took me a bit, today was too hot to think and i had a headache and it was a mess. but here it is! and i decided to mash this up with a prompt in my drafts since it was such a loose request

so have some wolfie!derek being adorable, yes?? and i hope you’re okay and everything goes well *hugs*

“This hasto stop,” Stiles says, looking down at his blood soaked feet in disgust and thenback up at Derek who is stubbornly trying to drag a deer into his house, eventhough it’s clear that the thing can’t fit through Stiles’ back door.

“Derek,”Stiles snaps and Derek immediately jumps to attention, dropping the deer andtrotting back to him as he licks his muzzle. “Can you please stop leaving dead bodies in my kitchen?”

Derekgently headbutts him in the thigh and sits back, panting his happy wolf pantand wagging his tail.

Stiles’whole resolve crumbles and he buries his fingers in the soft fur between Derek’sears.

“Listen, Iknow it’s hard being stuck like that, and that you want to provide for me orwhatever, but you’re not an actual wolf, and this type of behavior is very frowned upon. Normal people don’tgive their boyfriends huge carcasses of meat, normal people give theirboyfriends flowers.”

Derekwhines softly and jumps up, setting his huge paws on Stiles’ chest and lickinghis face in apology.

“Yeah, Iknow you’re not normal people, but still.No more dead animals okay?”

Derekgrumbles and licks his cheek.

“Okay. Nowcome on, you really need a shower.”

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“You know,this isn’t what I meant when I said normal people give their boyfriendsflowers,” Stiles remarks.

Derek dropsanother bouquet of mauled flowers on his kitchen floor and trots right back outthe door, seemingly dead-set on giving Stiles every single flower he can gethis maw on.

“You’recleaning this up,” his dad tells him, stepping over the mangled flowers andpouring himself a cup of coffee.

Stilesthrows his hands up.

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“Isn’t itweird though?”

“It’s stillDerek,” Stiles tells him, burying his fingers in the soft fur behind Derek’sears and scratching.

“Yeah, but,like- he acts a lot like a dog,” Scott says, frowning down at them.

Derek liftshis head from where it had been tucked in Stiles’ neck and turns to growlsoftly at Scott.

“Like Isaid, it’s still Derek. And it’s just until the curse lifts, then he’ll be hisusual grumpy, frowny self.”

Derekgrumbles and tucks his snout back into Stiles’ neck, snuffling sadly.

Stilesloops his arms around him in a hug, wishing this goddamned curse lifted soonerthan later. He knows that right now, Derek’s brain has been simplified to theone of a wolf, he knows that that witch pulled his animalistic side up in hopesDerek would go berserk and murder them all, and he knows Derek hates it likethis, knows that he can somehow grasp that there’s something missing in him andit makes him upset.

So Stileshugs him and kisses him between the eyes and waits it out like Deaton told themto.

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“He bites,”Stiles informs the fifth person that tries to reach for Derek without asking ontheir daily stroll through the park.

The guyimmediately takes his hand back and eyes Derek warily. “Shouldn’t he be leashedthen?”

“He justdoesn’t like being touched, and I don’t let him out of my sight, don’t worryabout it,” he says dismissively, walking away from the guy.

“Doggy,” achild squees, running in their direction and Stiles opens his mouth to warnthem off but Derek paws at his leg and grumbles.

Stilessnaps his mouth shut and watches in something akin to awe as the kid gets theirhands on Derek’s fur and carefully pets him.

“Hi, doggy!Hi, hi, pretty doggy,” they coo as Derek passively stands still and lets thempet him, turning his snout to lick the little child’s hand and making themgiggle.

Stiles can’thelp the fond smile that takes over his features, wondering if Derek will dothe same thing with their kids when the time comes.

A harriedparent hurries their way and Stiles smiles, makes sure to be friendly and openand unthreatening.

They end uphanging out together for an hour or so, Stiles learning what it’s like to havekids from someone who went through it first-hand so recently, and Derekplayfully chasing the teeny booper around the park, falling on the floor at thelightest shove and rolling around the grass.

He’s goingto need another shower when they get home, but Stiles can’t really be botheredto care.

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“Dad!”Stiles calls out. “Did you do the laundry? I can’t find my clothes anywhere.”

“Have youchecked in the closet at the end of the hall?”

“In the-“

Stilesfrowns, walking down the hall and not even being that surprised to find Dereksleeping, belly up and contorted into a weird position in a nest of hisclothes.

“You’relucky you’re cute,” Stiles tells him and resigns himself to wear the shirt that’sone size too small to work.

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It’s beenabout two weeks since Derek went feral when Stiles wakes up in the middle ofthe night with the feeling of being suffocated.

He flailsout his arms to try to get whatever it is off of him, and gets a sleepy grumblein return. A much more human sleepy grumble than the ones he’s been getting forthe past two weeks.

He prieshis eyes open and his whole body melts with the relief of seeing Derek in hishuman form.

“Hey bigguy,” he whispers, burying his fingers in Derek’s hair and petting gently. “You’rekind of crushing me here.”

Dereksleepily squints his eyes open, grumbles and rolls to his side of the bed,grabbing at Stiles and pulling him close, spooning him.

“Not gonnatalk about it? Just gonna go back to sleep?”

Dereksnuffles against the back of his neck.

“Okay then,”Stiles whispers and wriggles around until he’s comfortable again.

A longminute passes before he feels lips on the nape of his neck and a quiet “Thankyou for taking care of me.”

“Don’tmention it,” he says, yawning hugely and grabbing for Derek’s hand, tucking itinto his chest and slowly going back to sleep.

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Me watching a movie: imagine Stiles and Derek tho...

Me reading a book: imagine Stiles and Derek tho...

Me watching Teen Wolf: imagine Stiles and Derek tho...

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Merry Christmas, theycallmeturtle!

The story goes like this:

The forest was a world of its own: bright and alive during the day, still and full of whispers when the night fell. A path crossed the forest, and the wolves guarded the path. They were large, elegant beasts, or so a few people said. Most didn’t dare turn around when they thought they heard footsteps nearby or were unmistakably shaken by a loud howl.

When the moon was full and bright in the sky, the forest was filled with yips, howls, and barks. Those nights, some of the people of the town atop the hill looked out their windows and swore they could see creatures that were half man and half wolf. The creatures played, or fought, or hunted, and sometime would turn their bright eyes towards them.

When morning came, the town woke up to its routine. Gossipers would often point at one or two people who seemed like they had been up all night playing, or fighting, or hunting but still looked bright eyed and happy.

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I love how ‘fic’ autocorrects to ‘fix’ on my phone because they basically mean the same thing

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I’m always so confused when a fanfic author apologizes for the lengthiness of their work. Why? Don’t be sorry sweet butter muffin. You are the maker of my dreams.

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“what’s your sexuality?”

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inspired by this post

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Canon

After years of Derek Hale leaving Beacon Hills at the close of a season, merely to make a dramatic return when most expected, all appearances indicate that his role in the show has ended. His story, for the purposes of the show, reached a neat conclusion with the attainment of the fullwolf shift and his handing off the leadership baton to Scott.

Fanon

While Derek may be absent from the show, fandom has found no reason to discontinue the creation of new works. Much of fandom effectively split from canon in seasons 3-4, spinning off stories that kept Allison alive, as well as the betas. These stories haven’t lost any traction, with beautiful new works being created and shared on a regular basis.

Inspiration from canonical scenes didn’t end with Derek’s departure, either. Gifsets proliferated during and after the airing of Season 5, using the few mentions of his name - or glimpses of his initials - to fill in the gaps he left in the lives of those still toiling through dramatic events in Beacon Hills.

In addition, there have already been a number of fics written to account for Derek’s absence, his communication with Stiles while he’s away, and his triumphant return (or, in some cases, Stiles’s decision to track him down and join him in another country with the other absent characters, like Jackson, Isaac, and Cora).

Perhaps more strongly than in any other season, fans have connected Stiles’s inner turmoil to his complicated relationship with Derek. No one, the Sterek fandom has firmly resolved, appreciates Derek Hale more than Stiles Stilinski. And with his new understanding of tough decisions, strained relationships, and the deep-set guilt that accompanies certain irreversible events in one’s life, no one has ever been more in need of Derek’s strength and ability to endure life’s sharpest arrows.

Derek’s story may have concluded on Teen Wolf, but fandom’s relationship with and love for him has held strong. There are endless stories waiting to be told, and many people - within the show and outside of it - for whom Derek Hale will never lose his importance.

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Could you not

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when you’re reading fanfiction and you get so involved in the story you start imagining different scenarios in that same universe and then it’s fanfiction fanfiction