I put it everywhere, no joke. Everywhere. It might be my fav trope. When it's in a media I kick my feet on my bed while hugging my pillow.

The Core Principle of Sterek fanfiction, circa 2014.

Fan: The three of you seem really close, but I was wondering if you could tell us the best quality and most annoying habit of each other. [x]

the practice tonight

“Am I like you imagined? When you imagined your mate?” Stiles asked when they’re half asleep. They’d been up all night reveling with their friends, two hastily procured tuxes were hanging off the back of the hotel armchair. Stiles was pleasantly buzzing off the mate bond and the afterglow, magic thrumming.

“No.” Derek replied with his usual verbosity.

“What did… who did you imagine?” Several names came to mind, but Stiles didn’t dare speak them out loud.

“Didn’t.” Derek paused for a long moment, and then continued. “Mating is so rare and I was… nothing. Middle child of the pack. I never thought of it. Imagined it.”

This settled the sudden anxiety that had gripped Stiles’ shoulders and he melted into the bed, into Derek.

“I imagined it.”

“Yeah?”

“Like my future wife. Or husband. Or spouse.”

“What did you imagine?” It’s only years of knowing him that clues Stiles into the little warble of insecurity at the end of Derek’s word.

“Well, someone hot of course.”

Derek chuckled, “of course.”

“I think I deserve a grade A hottie. For all of this,” Stiles waved his hand over his face.

“I agree,” Derek said.

“And someone… brave. Honest. Sometimes too honest. Like you could lie and say you always imagined me, you know?”

Derek snorted.

Stiles leaned up, pressing a single, slightly open kiss to Derek’s jaw. “Someone loving. And kind. In his own way.”

Stiles thought a moment. “Someone… like my mom. Strong and funny.”

Derek hummed pleasantly. “And do I live up?”

“You exceed.” Stiles smiled and rested his head in the crook of Derek’s neck, where the imprint of Stiles’ magic hummed so presently, the rune right where Derek had urged him to place it.

Derek hummed. “Go to sleep, you’re talking nonsense.”

Stiles giggled. “You love when I talk nonsense.”

“I do. God help me, I really do.”

Stiles smacked his chest playfully and got a kiss to his temple for his troubles.

Teen Wolf, How I met your mother style, but it’s just the pack becoming weirder and more difficult for outsiders to understand as the years go by.

Until Malia starts dating a therapist named Steve. No one understands how she pulled that, but they assume it’s not going to last very long anyway.

Steve starts hanging out with the gang on the weekends, and he thinks they’re weird.

He clocks the Scott/Allison/Isaac drama immediately – not that he needed to observe and interpret anything. They talk about it openly, like they don’t bother hiding any feelings at all. And the rest of the gang jokes about it, how Isaac is still heartbroken by both of them. And Isaac just retorts with “Yeah, well. It’s not like we didn’t try to make it work with the three of us. It just got a bit crowded.” And then Stiles responds with “Yeah, well, we all know how you do with crowded spaces, amirite. HIGH FIVE-”

Malia introduces Stiles to him as her ex-boyfriend. It’s a bit weird at first, but Steve relaxes a bit when she punches the guy sitting next to Stiles in the arm “And this is Derek, and they’re practically married”. It gets more confusing again when she adds “Also Derek’s my cousin. Technically.”

Steve understands after a while that Stiles and Derek aren’t actually together, even though their bickering does, in fact, resemble a dynamic of someone who’s been in a relationship for years. Everyone else knows that Stiles and Derek have been hanging out a lot. Also no one is surprised that Stiles sleeps over at Derek’s several times a week; weird sleeping arrangements stopped being weird a long time ago. There’s no use in keeping secrets from the pack anyway, so they just stopped trying. And with that, any brain to mouth filter seemed to disappear. No one thinks anything of it, but it’s kinda weird for Steve.

“If we had sex, would you wanna be top or bottom?” Stiles asks Derek loudly one Friday night they’re all gathered in their favourite bar. Jackson immediately goes “Everyone knows you’re a bottom boy, Stilinski,” while Erica counters with “I think Derek would be a great bottom. His ass is a gift to the world.” Derek, unfazed after all these years, just flicks Stiles on the ear. “Which one makes you shut up?” The whole pack starts going “ooooooooh” around the table.

“Neither, bitch. If you wanna make me shut up you’ve gotta shove that thing down my-“

Steve chokes on a handful of peanuts, and everyone turns to him. “You okay, dude?”

“You need me to do the thing where all the air is pushed out of you?” Malia asks.

“Heimlich,” Lydia sighs.

“Scott can do it. He’s a vet.”

“Um, Isaac is a nurse?”

“Derek is super strong, though.”

“It’s fine,” Steve gasps. “Please don’t touch me.”

It also worries him how co-dependent they all seem to be. At one point, Malia drags him over to Erica and Boyd’s house to help them paint the nursery for their unborn baby. He’s surprised when Derek and Stiles are already there. Seriously, who needs six people to paint one room? When Boyd opens a can of paint, Derek makes a face and starts shaking his head. “Nope, not that one.”

“Why not?”

“It’s too much for the baby.”

Steve doesn’t know about the werewolf thing, so he assumes Derek is just being intrusive. He’s shocked when the gang just nods along like it makes perfect sense.

And then Stiles lights up. “Hey, we should all put one piece of our clothing in here. Wouldn’t that help the bonding process?”

And when they all start nodding to that, that’s the final straw for Steve.

“OKAY THATS ENOUGH” he shouts. “You’re all the most co-dependent, incestious, controlling group of people I’ve ever met!”

He storms off and doesn’t come back. Malia receives several text messages, though, explaining how he’s sorry, but they’re all too much. How they’re all exhibiting inappropriate social behaviour. How they seem to be a deeply dysfunctional group without any healthy boundaries and that he feels sorry for any child who’s about to be a part of it.

Malia dumps him with a shrug.

Erica and Boyd’s beautiful werewolf baby is born. In the nursery, there’s a clothing rack holding a variety of shirts and hoodies and scarves, filling the air with the soothing smell of pack. Stiles and Derek make it official that they’re a couple a little while later. Kira finally confesses her feelings for Malia and they start dating. And Malia has never been happier to have her weird, dysfunctional family – however crazy they may look from the outside.

I’m sure it’s been said before, but this is a great example of why Derek is the most believable werewolf on the show. Tyler Hoechlin leaned into the physicality of it, made Derek look more animal, more real. Showing all the teeth he can, that’s the most classic predator threat in the animal kingdom. Even the little tongue thing, that’s very canine. Wolves do that when they’re baring their teeth, so even though it looks like a strange thing for a person to do, on a werewolf, it tracks completely.

Also this thing he does, the little snap of teeth when he’s growling/posturing aggressively. Another wolf behaviour.

I know for a damn fact that Jeff Dingus didn’t care about these details, which means they’re solidly acting choices made by Hoechlin, and it makes it so much better.

Also, I know it’s a kind of fandom joke, Stiles being able to read Derek’s eyebrows, but in full seriousness, that isn’t all that unlikely. Peter did the same thing when he asked to keep Talia’s claws. Derek doesn’t say a word, but they have an entire conversation just by Peter reading Derek’s expressions/body language. Which is how wolves communicate. It makes a lot more sense to think about born werewolves being more aware of nonverbal cues than bitten ones, and how Peter and Derek (the only two born wolves so far) can so easily understand each other even without speaking.

Derek Hale is the best werewolf character in the show.

it will never not be funny to be how Derek goes from Edward Cullen super brooding emo who appears out of nowhere for shock value to sarcastic eye rolling snubbing guy who carries Stiles around like a sack of potatoes because he can't leave him behind to die

and it's hilarious that he was supposed to be scarier in this season but he just looks more baby faced without a beard. like bro you're not intimidating, you look 5

Eli Hale has a nightmare. He doesn’t hesitate to shove into his dad’s bedroom in the middle of the night and flop onto the middle of the bed. The mattress is crowded but there are blankets everywhere he doesn’t have to fight for one. (Dad says that Stiles likes to steal blankets so they rarely share. Stiles says that he’ll overheat if he shares a blanket with a werewolf.) Stiles is such a heavy sleeper that he doesn’t even twitch, even though Eli accidentally kicks him a few times.

“Mhm.”

“Sorry,” Eli whispers in the dark.

“You okay?” his dad asks.

“Yeah. Just didn’t wanna sleep alone.”

“Mm. You wanna talk about it?”

“Same dream.”

Dad sighs gently, rolling onto his side so he can look at Eli in the dim lighting provided by the moonlight. “I’m right here,” he says. “I’m not going anywhere.” A warm, solid hand settles on Eli’s shoulder, squeezing once. “You’re stuck with me, kid.”

Eli closes his eyes, trying to shake the lingering feelings of fear and grief, shock and terror. He’s has this stupid fucking nightmare a dozen times now, but it doesn’t seem to get easier. Every time it’s the same—Dad throwing himself in front of Eli, sacrificing himself to some horrible monster, dying in his arms.

“Kick him.”

“What?” Eli asks.

“Kick him,” Dad repeats. “Trust me, he wants to be awake for this.”

So Eli nudges Stiles with a foot, more purposefully this time. He doesn’t move.

Dad reaches over and flicks Stiles’ earlobe, making him jerk awake. “What’s happening!” he asks with a slurring tongue, still half-asleep.

“Eli’s here,” Dad says. “Tell him what you told me.”

“About what?” Stiles asks sleepily, shifting from his stomach to his side. “Hey, kid. You keep getting bigger—were you this tall when we all went to sleep?”

“About the dreams,” Dad tells him. “About how you’re not gonna let me die.”

“Oh, right.” Stiles clears the sleep from his throat and nudges Eli with a friendly fist. “Don’t worry, dude. Your dad and I have, like, nearly twenty years of saving each other’s lives. He’s literally not allowed to kick it until we’re ninety.”

Eli can’t help but smile, amused. He’s heard Stiles say it before—Dad isn’t allowed to die. That’s how Eli feels too.

“I’ll show you the runes in the morning,” Stiles says, eyes already slipping closed again. “Seriously, I’m keeping your old man alive, I swear. He’s sorta important to me too, you know.”

“Gross,” Eli says, without any heat.

“Yeah, super gross, very gay—goodnight.”

Eli rolls his eyes. Dad huffs a gentle laugh.

“You wanna go watch TV?” Dad offers. It’s the middle of the night, but it is a weekend. No school in the morning.

“Nah,” Eli dismisses. He’s comfortable now, and he can feel sleep approaching. “I’m good here.”

I love the idea of Derek depression drinking at a bar, just downing hard alcohol, Stiles also at the bar white girl wasted, dancing his heart out.

Derek has to squeeze through the dance floor to get out of the crowd and finds himself pressed against Stiles and suddenly Friday night isn't such a loss.

I mainly think it would be funny to have Derek all depressed and broody at a bar, thoroughly creeping out the bartender, shirt half undone, sad music. Only for it to cut to the other end of the room and Stiles is in a crop top, covered in glitter, downing tequila to Shots by LMFAO.

These two are destined to be together.

Stiles gets sick (either the flu, or a cold, pneumonia, etc) and all the wolves are freaking the fuck out because “Stiles is dying”. Stiles, who feels like death warmed over, does not dissuade them of this sentiment and uses it to make the puppies fetch him things (cough syrup, soup, hot tea, cuddles).

Derek at first tries to keep his distance but the moment he sees Stiles blow his nose pathetically into a wad of toilet paper, he refuses to get out of the same bed, spooning Stiles so the human can sleep better.

STEREK ART

ART BY @_kaciart

Nape bite

Mates can bite each other's nape to calm the other down. It is a way to show submission and trust. Among mates this caring gesture enforces the bond and connects their souls.

It can be playful, soft or even sexual.

One night while fighting a new threat the pack gathers in the loft. Lydia and Stiles are sure that they are about to fall in a trap. Derek and the rest of werewolves consider that it's time to act not to plan.

After arguing for half an hour Derek stomps to the door, Stiles in a desperate attempt to stop him–and remembering something he read about wolves biting each other's nape to calm down– goes for it and bites Derek's nape.

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Or Stiles miss translated a werewolves ancient book term "mates" for "pack mates" and Derek found out Stiles– the human he's been head over heels for– is his mate.

What a night

Short Fic in progress 😘

Stiles and Derek inside the Princess Mononoke world. Sketch for an art task - to draw a favourite character in a favourite setting (film/anime/etc.) So here we are :D I love Stiles as a character and Mononoke is such a good film. A perfect combination.

(we’re all gonna ignore who* these were taken by)

— it took a lot of convincing to get Derek to agree to a vacation. when the threat of danger in town had gone down significantly, when Derek could trust that his pack would be fine alone for more than a few days, when Derek was 1000% sure he wouldn’t lose everything all over again, he finally said yes.

he didn’t pack much but was sure to bring his pentax point & shoot camera that Cora had gifted him some time ago. yes, Derek took lots of pictures of blue waters, untouched rainforests, and sunsets, but he’s probably got rolls and rolls of Stiles.

(Stiles would go from being shy in front of the camera to posing just for Derek — because he’s finally comfortable and because it makes Derek happy.)

Teen wolf sterek au idea:

Stiles is a consulting detective and a spark with the fbi, he is particularly well versed in the crimes perpetrated with supernatural elements or individuals. He is assigned a case where he ends up meeting Derek a deputy with the beacon hills sheriffs department, they butt heads due to their differences but then begin to work together as the case goes on and eventually fall in love.

Bonus points for werewolves and supernaturals being known, the hale family living, and a pining Derek

Sourwolf <3

Originally Drawn 6/5/24