incorrectsterekquotes · 4 days ago
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[post teen wolf movie]
stiles, about a plan to bring derek back to life: ... And I know that, if derek was here, he'd agree with me. derek, who has been haunting him (romantic) since he died: No, I wouldn't. stiles, who can see and hear him: [ignores him]
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terrific-crow · 2 years ago
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Watched the Teen Wolf Movie. Incredible experience.
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mastercherry · 5 months ago
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Say what you want about tired old tropes but you give me someone saying "it's beautiful," while looking at the sunset or something and then the other person says "yes it is," while looking at person 1 and I go feral.
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feelsforsterek · 5 months ago
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jadezdominion · 2 months ago
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Stiles, speaking softly: You were supposed to be there. Why weren’t you?
Derek: I was held up, literally. I’m sorry.
Stiles, nearly whispering: I guess the bullet holes in your jacket make more sense now. I’m not going to make it though. I love you Derek. I always have. I want you to live even after I’m gone.
Derek, rushes to hold him: You have to make it. You’re the only one for me, Stiles. How can I live if you’re not with me?!?
Stiles, barely whispering through labored breaths: You have to remember all our good times and carry them with you throughout your years. I’ll love you always and forever. *heart monitor goes flat*
Derek roars: NOOOOOOO!!!!
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Peter had been watching Stiles and Derek from the shadows of the hospital room. His own heart felt like it had stopped beating the moment Stiles drew his last breath. The piercing echo of the flat line bore into his psyche and grated his senses.
Two things were certain. One, Scott McCall, would die tonight. He had failed at his appointed duties of guarding Stiles. He preferred to get his cock wet instead and couldn’t accomplish his singular task. Now, Stiles was DEAD. Peter was going to enjoy carving into his flesh until he was begging for death.
Two, they would get their boy back. There was no way in this forsaken fucking land that he would allow Stiles to remain dead. He had become his best friend and a dead best friend would not fucking do!
It was time to introduce his nephew to the Hale Vaults secret annex—a section he prepared with great sacrifice alongside a three hundred year old coven of witches and two immortal Fae Royals—a necro-magic ritual room.
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stilinskiderek · 2 years ago
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where I needed you, and I need you still
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Stiles: You don't like men?  Paige: Well, I like men like I like dogs Derek: You’re a cat person.  Paige: There in lies the problem. 
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takaraphoenix · 4 months ago
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The Clever One
(this is a sneak peek for the Steter fic I'm currently working on, where Stiles realizes in season 1 that Peter's canon behavior toward him is strange, how he never hurts Stiles, never tries to kill him, offers Stiles a choice. He comes to the conclusion that he's Peter's mate. So he sets conditions for Peter, leading to a season 2 rewrite with Alpha Peter. and Alpha Mate Stiles, rebuilding the Hale Pack together.)
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Stiles walked into the broken, burned out husk of the Hale House like he owned the place. Just to be stopped by a hand on his chest and blue eyes flashing at him from Derek’s annoyed face.
“What are you doing here, Stiles,” Derek growled.
“I’m here to talk to your glorious Alpha,” Stiles tilted his head with an uncaring air.
He was not going to let Derek threaten him. Sure, in the past his heart would jump and he would be afraid, even if he still helped Derek out. Right now, Stiles was fully confident in his own safety. Derek narrowed his eyes in irritation, smelling or hearing that Stiles wasn’t intimidated.
“You fought him, in the hospital. You fought him to protect me,” Stiles argued with a frown. “He killed your sister, Derek. Why did you join him?”
“You wouldn’t understand,” Derek was close to snarling.
“Try me,” Stiles threw up his hands. “I understand a lot more than you think.”
This time, Derek did snarl. Just to receive a warning growl from upstairs. A cocky grin spread over Stiles’ lips. He’d known the Alpha was here too. He’d known that as long as Peter was close by, Derek wouldn’t get to do any threatening or bodily harm. The beta ground his teeth and stepped back. Hah. Oh, Stiles was absolutely going to revel in the fact that he now outranked Derek. Alpha Mate beat out the Alpha’s right-hand. His grin turned a note of shit-eating.
“He was in a coma for six years. Slowly healing. Aware of everything around him. You couldn’t understand what that is like for a wolf, especially…” Derek swallowed hard, looking away. “Everyone was dead, me and Laura were gone. He was alone with it all.”
“He went insane,” Stiles nodded. “I feel like we established the insanity part in the hospital. You fought him in the hospital. I want to know what changed since then.”
“He’s still healing,” Derek’s voice dropped even more. “He wasn’t fully healed when he killed Laura, he was… feral. Acting on instincts. Seeking to get better. Becoming Alpha… did that.”
Stiles could hear it. He could hear the despair in Derek’s voice. Stiles closed his eyes and heaved a soft sigh. Asking Derek was useless, Derek desperately wanted to believe this. Because what was the other option? That his only living family had willingly, or even joyfully, murdered Derek’s sister? No. Of course did Derek cling onto the hope that things could get better now.
“Okay,” Stiles sighed. “You can go now, Derek.”
The beta stared at him incredulously. “You don’t tell me what to do, Stiles. Werewolf, human. We established this. Why do you think you can tell me what to do, in my own home.”
With all the confidence he could muster did Stiles raise his head, not cowering, holding Derek’s gaze with a calm pulse. “Because Alpha Mate outranks right-hand.”
And oh this felt good. Stiles smirked cockily. Even as a not werewolf, he could feel the tension in the air. The shocked look on Derek’s face – genuine shock, meaning Derek hadn’t put it together yet and Peter hadn’t told him, oh damn, Derek hadn’t even known. A laugh barked out from upstairs.
“I knew you would figure it out on your own. I didn’t think so soon though,” Peter sounded both amused and nearly fond. “Leave us, Derek.”
Grounding his teeth together, Derek shot his uncle one last look before he headed out. Peter only walked into view at the top of the stairs after they could hear the Camaro roar to life and drive off.
“Tell me that he’s right,” Stiles ordered, crossing his arms over his chest. “Tell me that you are still healing. Getting better. Because, you know, the bit where you mauled one of my best friends-”
“She was all over you,” Peter growled, his eyes flashing red. “You were all over her.”
Stiles swallowed, the cockiness cracking some. Not because the growling and red eyes intimidated him, but because of how much they turned him on. No one had ever been possessive over him. Heck, no one had ever been interested in him. Sure, Lydia had gone to Homecoming with him in the end, but that had been more coercion from Allison and pity than Lydia actually wanting him. Lydia still wanted Jackson. Still loved Jackson. Might always love Jackson.
Peter cleared his throat, all calm and professional again. “I am still healing. The outside heals the fastest, it’s… the inside that needs more time, even with wolf-healing. A large part of me is still very… feral and reduced to base instincts. I attacked her because my inner wolf felt threatened by her, threatened by the way she was making advances on my mate.”
Stiles’ heart jumped a little at that. So he had figured it out, but actually hearing himself referred to as Peter’s mate was something else entirely than figuring it out on his own, for himself. Stiles bit down on his cheek, his arms tightly crossed in front of his chest. Part of him was grateful Peter was still at the top of the stairs. Physical distance between them. This whole conversation was a lot. Though Stiles had come to the realization that he was Peter’s mate, he had not fully come to terms with that fact. He didn’t know what to do with it, or what it could or should or would mean.
“I’m not going to do anything to you,” Peter���s voice was soft, which might be the weirdest part of this entire conversation. “Or with you. Not yet. You’re more child than man, Stiles. But I can already tell why my wolf chose you as my mate. You are clever. Brilliant. Tricky. Manipulative. Cunning. Quick-witted. All the qualities I cherish the most.”
Stiles couldn’t help but flush at that. “Yeah, well, don’t make it sound like that’s your grand gesture there, I am not exactly tripping over myself trying to get into your pants either. You turned my best friend into a werewolf, without his consent – even though you proved that you are capable of asking for it when you asked me if I wanted the bite – and you mauled Lydia. I’m not considering you Prince Charming. And from what my research showed, a werewolf mate-bond is something that strengthens and grows over time. So, I guess, you still have time to prove yourself.”
Peter quirked his lips, looking absolutely amused by him. “Prove myself, mh?”
“Again. Maiming and mauling of people I love,” Stiles narrowed his eyes. “You say you don’t want anything romantic or sexual with me yet, but this mate-bond thing is a life-long bond. At one point, you will. Because you’re the wolf here. You can feel it. So, if you want me to be on the same page by then, you better prove yourself to me.”
The grin on Peter’s lips looked near amazed or excited and Stiles didn’t know what to do with that. It was like the Alpha enjoyed being challenged, enjoyed that Stiles wasn’t just swooning at the prospect of having a soulmate, but gave Peter conditions to earn it. Weird.
“You’ve seen what I’m capable of,” and it was clearly implied here that Peter didn’t just speak of his werewolf abilities but morally, the depth of the things he was willing to do. “So tell me then, what do you think you can demand of me?”
“What I think I can demand of you? Pretty much anything, as long as it’s about me,” Stiles huffed amused, cocking his head. “You can’t hurt me. I mean, physically can’t. And I think that… even emotionally, you couldn’t, not intentionally. Heck, part of me thinks that you turning Scotty was for me, in a twisted, weird way, because your wolf could smell me all over him, thought it would appeal to me if you had my best friend in your pack. And Lydia. You attacked her irrationally, feral and threatened, but when I asked you to let someone come and help her, you agreed. Because you saw how much her condition was getting to me. I think I can ask pretty much anything of you.”
“Manipulative,” Peter pointed out, and he sounded proud and impressed and pleased. “Well, then.”
“You will never lay a hand on anyone I love again,” Stiles eyes were hard and his voice was cold, his body-language conveying how serious he was. “Not my dad, not Scott, not Scott’s mom, not Lydia. Reign your possessive wolf instincts in. She’s not interested in me anyway. If you ever hurt any of them again, I will put a wolfsbane bullet in you myself.”
“Threatening,” Peter smirked. “Cute.”
“I’m not joking,” Stiles frowned annoyed. “I’m the sheriff’s son. I know how to use a gun. And I know where to get wolfsbane bullets from.”
The playfulness left Peter when he realized that Stiles needed to be taken seriously here. “Okay. Noted down. I don’t plan on hurting my pack anyway. Of which Scott is a part of now, whether he likes it or not. And Lydia, well, the cuts were deep so who knows if she will end up joining my pack too. Your father is safe, I promise you that.”
There was still quip and snark in his voice, but that last sentence was spoken with sincerity and Stiles nodded pleased. “No more turning anyone without their consent. Scott hates this, hates being a werewolf, if he’d had a choice he would have said no. I get that a pack of three isn’t going to do you much good, I know you’re going to turn more people, strengthen the pack. But everyone you bite will first be informed of both the good and the bad, they will be given a choice, and that choice is going to be respected by you. The way you gave me a choice, and respected it.”
“I have no problem with that condition,” Peter waved a dismissive hand. “Scott is more trouble than he is gain to me, as is. A beta who doesn’t want to be a werewolf is not an asset to the pack. Betas who are loyal to their Alpha, who will be willing to listen to their inner wolves, will be assets. I only turned him out of instinct, the need to strengthen my pack while not being… mentally there enough to actually think things through. Believe me, I will plan out my pack in the future.”
“Our,” Stiles corrected unflinchingly. “Alpha Mate. Makes this my pack too, doesn’t it?”
The look on Peter’s face was nearly smug with delight. “Our pack.”
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patolemus · 6 months ago
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and god will cry out
sterek | teen wolf | wip
No one knows what really happened in the preserve the night Scott McCall died. Some say it was an animal attack. Some say someone killed him and tried to cover it up. Some say he’s not even dead, and that he faked his own death to escape the small town life.
Stiles knows better though, knows that what he saw that night was neither a person nor an animal, and he’s determined to find out the truth behind his best friend’s murder.
Enter Derek Hale.
Or: the rewrite where Scott dies twenty minutes into the first episode and Stiles goes on a quest to avenge his best friend's murder, unknowingly stepping into the supernatural world until he's drowning in it. He meets Derek along the way.
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brwlvs · 2 years ago
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by hellfire
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arlos-warm-drpepper · 1 year ago
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Some times I feel as though Jeff Davis forgot he had already given Derek Hale a sad back story so he gave him another one, effectively doubling up the angst.
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abbys-universe · 3 months ago
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what if i told u that if i don’t find stiles coded boy at my school this year im going to disappear off the face of the earth (isaac would also do)
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batwynn · 1 year ago
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When they come back wrong... or not at all.
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feelsforsterek · 2 years ago
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↳ TRUE ALPHA DEREK HALE SUPREMACY!!
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jadezdominion · 2 months ago
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WiP Teaser
Writing be like... Can the WiP write itself? UGH! Anyways, expect a little torture scene in my upcoming fic. Why is my brain like this?
Thank you to @cat-on-the-fence @darkplotbunnyfarm and @kymera219 for giving me the push to expand on this fic.
Part 1 of the story for those who want to know what it's about. Also, I'm sorry for the sad vibes. It won't be like that for the whole story. <3
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WiP Teaser Snippet:
Stiles's lifeless body hung limp in Derek's powerful arms; his lips were starting to turn a cadaver blue he never wanted to associate with the boy, and his typically rosy cheeks were pale.
Unbelievably consumed by his grief, and rightfully so, Peter realized that Derek had not heard anything he said. Almost as if the words had been spoken in an unknown dialect; they didn't register whatsoever. 
He moved to take Stiles from his arms, and that's when everything seemed to hit Derek like a freight train. He roared at Peter and clutched Stiles's body against his chest. Cradling him as if he were made of spun glass.
"Derek, my Alpha, please, for the good of our existence, I need you to HEAR me! I can get our Stiles back, but we HAVE to leave… NOW!"
Peter didn't mean to growl out some of those words, but he needed his Alpha to listen and hear what he said. Time was of the essence, and the longer they stayed there, the more they risked being discovered.
The only reason the nurses and doctors had not flooded the room once Stiles died was that Peter had hacked their system and crossed his vitals with a different patient.
"We can get him back, Peter? Okay. Okay."
His voice was soft and hoarse, yet determined. Derek wrapped a blanket around Stiles and lifted him up. A soft sob escaped his lips when Stiles's head fell back before he could maneuver him into a better position. He cleared his throat and motioned to Peter to lead the way.
They weaved their way through the hospital's least traveled hallways until they reached the back exit. Ironically, the morgue provided the best way to leave the Hellmouth that was Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital.
Peter let his murderous thoughts keep him grounded as he opened the backdoor to his Lexus LX 600 SUV for Derek to lay Stiles's body down across the backseats.
He already knew how to make each nerve ending the human body possessed light up in the most unpleasant ways, and he would be making sure Scott felt each one in depth before he begged for death.
He did so love when his victims begged.
Derek couldn't bear leaving Stiles's side, and well, fair. He watched his nephew climb in and put his beloved's head in his lap. Sighing, he closed the door for them and made his way to the driver's side. He was ready to get the show on the road, so to speak.
He had activated the call to those he would need tonight, but it was time to give Derek the details he had kept secret for far too long. He looked through his rearview mirror, and the sight crushed him.
His nephew was reverently carding his fingers through Stiles's hair and whispering words of promise that they would be together soon. He knew that if they didn't bring Stiles back, Derek would end his own life and join Stiles in the Here After.
He cleared his throat to get the attention of a heartbroken Alpha. Derek looked up at him with a sadness that seeped deeply into his eyes, and it made Peter want to climb into the backseat and hold him close. Now was not the time for those feelings, though. He needed to be strong for all of them.
"Alpha, I can't begin to imagine your agony. I need you to acknowledge what I tell you and focus. Are you able to do that?"
Derek nodded at him and flashed his Alpha red eyes, signaling he could proceed. That's a start, at least. Now, the hard part. He knew this would not be easy to accept.
TBC
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frankdelfino · 5 months ago
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finished watching teen wolf s1 and it’s genuinely so funny how derek is characterized as this shady mean guy with no patience who will rip your throat out at the slightest inconvenience when I really do think that man displayed soooo much patience with scott (and stiles lol) it’s actually kind of hilarious. scott gets him arrested TWICE!! for murder despite derek literally trying to help him. he gets a pass for the first time but the second time he knows damn well derek didn’t do that shit but blames him anyway lmfaooo. and after both times derek shows back up and is like okay now are you going to let me make sure you DON’T die. if I was derek I would’ve beat his ass up both times and then a third time just for fun.
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