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its now canon in this universe that Stiles’ tears are Derek’s kryptonite lol

Derek called what happened in his car last time a mistake and that it was wrong and he apologized and Stiles immediately starts crying lmfao and begs Derek not to say it was a mistake or that it was wrong because he liked it so much. and Derek is too weak like he brushes his tears away and is like please dont cry and Stiles just cries more lol and then he pulls his hand away and Stiles catches it and desperately holds it

and Derek is like I AM NOT A CRUEL MAN HOW CAN I TAKE MY HAND AWAY WHEN STILES IS SO UPSET but Stiles takes his hand to his thigh and holds it there still desperate lol

and Derek is like THIS IS FINE!!!!

im having so much fun with it lol

Stiles is so in love with Derek but its a teenage love like its passionate and all encompassing and he thinks he’ll die if Derek rejects him and such lol so just hearing that from Derek got him fucked up.

1. “Stiles we’re not doing that when your dad is sleeping right on the other side of this wall😧”

VERY SPECIFIC REC: u know those fics where its alive hale family and theyre all a little older and stiles has the BIIIIGGEST cutest crush on derek hale except he isnt close w derek but he IS close w the entire hale family who is practically in love w him?? well boy do i have TWO fics for you…

only by entering the wolf’s den and the key!! these are probably the cutest and greatest fics to ever live.. also more recs under the cut cause i have been collecting them like gold

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Derek Hale had been called many things in his life.

Monster.

Alpha.

Grumpy.

Emotionally constipated.

Stiles had a list that was somehow still growing.

But he had never been called bald.

Until today.

“Derek.”

"Please don't.”

Stiles blinked. “I haven’t even said anything.”

“You’re looking at me like you’re about to say something annoying.”

“That’s because I am.”

Derek sighed and continued chopping vegetables. “What is it?”

Stiles walked around the kitchen island, studying him carefully.

“You know, I never noticed before.”

Derek slowly lowered the knife.

“Noticed what?”

“That you’re basically one bad haircut away from being bald.”

The kitchen went silent.

Peter, sitting at the table drinking coffee, immediately looked interested.

“Oh, this should be good.”

Derek stared at Stiles.

“I’m sorry?”

Stiles waved his hands. “No, no, hear me out. I’m not saying you’re bald. I’m saying you have the energy of someone who could be bald.”

Peter nodded thoughtfully. “He does.”

Derek looked between them. “Why are you both like this?”

“Because,” Stiles explained, “you have the whole intimidating, brooding, emotionally unavailable thing going on. Bald men in movies always have that vibe.”

“I have hair.”

“Currently.” Stiles laughs.

Derek’s eyes narrowed.

Peter leaned forward. “I have to admit, I’m curious. What would Derek look like bald?”

“Peter.”

“I’m just asking.”

“You’re imagining it.” Derek accuses.

“I absolutely am.”

Stiles grinned. “I think he’d still look terrifying.”

“Thank you,” Derek said.

“Like a villain who owns a very expensive car and tells everyone he doesn’t care about anyone.”

Derek stared.

“That’s literally just me now.”

“Exactly. You’d just have less hair.”

Peter laughed so hard he nearly choked on his coffee.

Derek looked betrayed. “You’re enjoying this.”

“Immensely.”

Stiles walked over and wrapped his arms around Derek from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder.

“For the record,” he said, suddenly softer, “I would still love you if you were bald.”

Derek relaxed slightly.

Then Stiles added, “I’d just buy you a bunch of tiny hats.”

The relaxation disappeared.

“Stiles.”

“Little ones. Ones that make your head look huge.”

“I’m leaving.”

“You live here.”

“Then I’m emotionally checking the fuck out.”

Peter smiled into his coffee.

After years of knowing Derek, after watching him lose everything and rebuild himself piece by piece, Peter never thought he’d see the day someone could make Derek look genuinely defeated.

Not by claws.

Not by hunters.

Not by enemies.

By the terrifying power of Stiles Stilinski and a hypothetical lack of hair.

“Honestly,” Peter said, shaking his head, “I think the bald jokes might be the most dangerous thing you’ve ever survived.”

Derek looked at him.

“Whose side are you on?”

Peter considered.

“Stiles’.”

“Traitor.” Derek mumbled.

Derek vers 2 by Caim-Thomas

Heyo! Hope this is okay ❣️❣️❣️

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The story always gets told the same way.

Derek leans back like he’s been waiting for the moment, one arm slung over the back of the couch, voice low and dry as he tells it - like it’s just another piece of history everyone should already know. The pack listens because it’s Derek, because he doesn’t usually offer pieces of himself so easily, and because Stiles is right there beside him, already narrowing his eyes like he knows he’s about to be betrayed.

“He used to follow me everywhere,” Derek says, glancing sideways at him, mouth twitching at the corner. “Wouldn’t leave me alone. Couldn’t go five minutes without asking where I was going or what I was doing.”

There’s a ripple of laughter immediately. Isaac snorts, Boyd grins, even Cora raises an eyebrow like she’s filing that away for future use.

Stiles, traitor that he is to his own memory, just shrugs. “I mean… yeah, that tracks. I was an adorable menace as a child. Very attached. Probably cried if you looked at me wrong.”

Derek hums like that confirms everything.

“He cried if I left the room,” Derek adds.

“Okay, wow, we’re embellishing now,” Stiles shoots back, but there’s no real heat to it, just easy familiarity, the kind that’s been built over years of shared space and quiet understanding.

Across the room, though, something shifts.

It’s subtle at first - the kind of stillness that only people who know each other too well can feel. Claudia Stilinski pauses mid sip of her tea. Talia Hale’s lips press together in a way that looks suspiciously like she’s holding back a smile.

Stiles doesn’t notice.

Derek definitely doesn’t notice.

Which is why neither of them are prepared when Talia stands, smoothing her hands over her skirt with a kind of calm, deliberate grace that always means something is about to happen.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she says warmly, voice carrying just enough to pull attention. “Is that how you remember it?”

Derek blinks.

Stiles tilts his head. “I mean… I don’t really remember it that well, honestly. I was like, what, five? Six? I was probably annoying.”

Claudia lets out a soft, disbelieving laugh from her seat. “Annoying, yes. Clingy?” She exchanges a look with Talia that says entire conversations without a word. “That’s not quite the word I’d use.”

Now the pack is interested.

Isaac leans forward, elbows on his knees. “Wait, so he wasn’t?”

“Oh, he was attached,” Talia says, eyes sparkling now, the kind of amusement that only comes from years of knowing exactly how wrong someone is. “Just… not in the way Derek is describing.”

What if when he came Derek's body instinctively moved to grab and hide Stiles?It's an evolutionary action developed from the need to hide and protect a werewolf's mate during such a vulnerable interaction as sex.

When Stiles is blowing him, Derek's hands would wander around his head before finding their place in his nape and the back of his head. If they are lying on a bed then Derek's legs would clasp around Stiles, soft soles caressing for his freckled back while his body shakes.

When they are fucking Derek would brace himself around Stiles like a python and hold him still. Arms, legs and core moving to shield Stiles from the world.

Even while making out, Derek's hands would cover Stiles' neck or softly grab his cheeks.

The full moon had always meant something different to Derek.

As a child it meant family and togetherness. Then for years, it had been something he endured. A reminder of instincts he couldn’t always control, of nights spent alone in the woods because he was afraid of what the wolf inside him might become when he was alone. The moon had been a weight hanging over his head, a countdown to losing pieces of himself.

But now, it was different.

Now, the full moon meant Stiles sitting beside him on the hood of the Camaro with two cups of gas station coffee, talking about everything and nothing while the silver light painted the world around them.

“You know,” Stiles said, tilting his head back to look at the sky, “for something that causes so much drama, the moon is actually kind of pretty.”

Derek glanced at him instead.

Stiles caught him staring and smirked. “What?”

“Nothing.” Derek said immediately.

“That’s a lie.”

Derek looked back at the moon, though his hand found Stiles’ without thinking. “Just thinking that I used to hate this.” which, as a born wolf, was hard for Derek to admit.

Stiles’ expression softened. He knew what Derek meant. He knew the weight behind those words, the years of pain hidden underneath them.

“And now?”

Derek looked down at their joined hands.

“Now I have someone who makes it easier.”

For once, Stiles didn’t have a sarcastic comment ready. He just squeezed Derek’s hand, his thumb brushing over the scars on his knuckles like he was reminding Derek that they were real, that he was here.

The wolf inside Derek was quiet.

Not because it was being forced into submission. Not because it was fighting against the moon.

Because it was content.

The wolf had spent years searching for something it couldn’t name. A place. A person. A reason to stop running.

It had found Stiles.

Derek leaned closer, resting his forehead against Stiles’ shoulder. The human laughed quietly, but there was no teasing in it.

“You know,” Stiles whispered, “I think your wolf likes me.”

Derek’s mouth twitched. “He does.”

“Wow. Finally getting approval from the scary, brooding giant wolf. I feel honored.”

“He thinks you’re his.”

Stiles went quiet for a moment.

Not uncomfortable. Not afraid.

Just overwhelmed by the simple truth of it.

“And what do you think?”

Derek turned to him, the moonlight catching the softness in his eyes that he only ever let Stiles see.

“I think I chose you long before I realized I was choosing you.”

The full moon rose higher, bathing them in silver, and for the first time in Derek Hale’s adult life, it didn’t feel like something he had to survive.

It felt like something he got to share.

Because the moon wasn’t taking him away anymore.

I accidentally drew grown-up!stiles. Oops