acawolves:

STEREK AU: Derek Hale Must Die

When Isaac, Erica and Lydia meet in gym class, they quickly discover Derek Hale is dating all three of them. Furious, they decide to plan the ultimate destruction of all that is Derek Hale by breaking his heart.

based on this amazing AU by this lovely person

suaine:

krakenface:

PLEASE STOP DYING?

Mrs. Krabappel hands out the small, slightly dinged but still brightly colored toys with the kind of tired resignation only a biology teacher can have when she’s asked to teach kids about personal responsibility and the human reproductive system through epiteths and technological metaphor.

“The rules are simple,” she says, thinking only of the joy she could find in early afternoon alcoholism. “If they die, you fail. The reset buttons have been made inaccessible. Don’t cheat, and don’t bring them into any classes where the teachers don’t want to be disturbed.” Which is any classes, really. “The world is cruel place and only the strongest survive. Let the games begin.”

+

For the first day or so, everyone thinks it’s kind of cool. It would have been much cooler about ten years earlier, but Stiles figures it’s almost enough time to make the little pocket aliens retro rather than super lame.

“This is so lame,” Jackson says over lunch, but no one listens to Jackson anymore. Most of the school treats him like he’s dead, which amuses Stiles greatly.

“Oh, shut up, you’re only grumpy because you can’t win the stupid guessing game.”

Jackson looks a little wild eyed. “It’s witchcraft. Wait. Please tell me it can’t be witchcraft.”

Lydia slaps the back of his head. “How many times do I have to explain random numbers and probability to you? There is nothing magical about these pixels.”

+

Except, Stiles thinks they have to be cursed.

Interest wanes pretty quickly and the entire pack takes advantage of the fact that their glorious Alpha is a bit of a rich bum, who has nothing better to do all day anyway. Erica uses her big eyes to convince Derek to take care of her electronic egg for just a bit, the rest of them just sort of drop theirs off in a pile after the dam has broken.

The strange thing though, the strange thing is that Derek actually seems to get into it, perking up every time there’s a little pathetic beep.

Stiles stays around because, well. It’s hilarious. And maybe he actually likes Derek’s company. Still, a man’s gotta make a joke if the opening is this good. “You could sit on them, see if they hatch?”

Then he runs for his life, saved only by the timely beep of his favorite pack egg.

+

Back to the curse though, Derek’s tamagotchi are all defective. Or Derek is. Because probability be damned, there is no way these eggs all start being sick or hungry at the same freaking time, and all through the night. It’s ridiculous.

It also makes Derek look kind of frazzled and that is more disturbing than anything. Because somehow Derek seems to care about these bits of plastic and cheap electronics.

“You know,” Lydia says at school when Stiles tells her, “they actually call that the tamagotchi effect. It’s kind of like your creepy obsession with your car.”

Stiles gasps. “Oh my god, leave Betty alone.”

+

The first one goes at night. They only find out about it the day after, when Derek, solemn and quieter than usual, tries to break the news to Boyd.

Boyd doesn’t actually care. He’s got a sold A in that class and no single terrible assignment is going to change that.

+

Stiles starts to worry when Isaac’s and Scott’s both die in the span of a pack meeting and Derek completely loses the plot. They break for pizza and no one says anything about Derek clutching the last one to his chest.

+

“Okay, this is too fucking weird, dude,” Stiles says as he wakes up to a looming but distraught werewolf in his room.

Derek’s breath hitches as he tries to speak. “I don’t understand. Everything I touch dies.”

Stiles gets up and buries the dude in a hug, because holy shit.

+

Erica’s is the last and it sits between Stiles and Derek on the bed like the last seal of the apocalypse. Neither of them really dares to touch it.

Then it beeps.

Stiles leans over and winces, because it couldn’t just be poop or wanting to play, oh no, it was a disease and hunger double-whammy. That weird little alien was so fucking dead.

“I-” Stiles chokes on the words a little. “I’m sorry.”

And fucking hell, are those tears?!

+

Early in the morning, Stiles hears the one unassuming beep he knows won’t be a problem. Erica’s tamagotchi passed away in the night, but his own, untouched by Derek’s curse, is only just waking up.

He looks at the little thing and sighs. “Want to share?”

Derek looks astonished and afraid, but when Stiles offers the bright little toy, Derek reaches out. “Are you sure?”

Stiles shrugs. “It’s easier with two people.”

He’s not talking about tamagotchis anymore and that’s probably okay. Derek’s smile seems to indicate he knows.

+

In the end, Stiles gets an A and some hands-on experience with the actual purpose of the class - how to take care of someone who doesn’t really have the words to tell you what they need.

nininghasfeelings:

daunt:

neierathima:

zynnser:

neierathima:

• #ANYONE EVER NOTICE HOW CAREFULLY HE PRONOUNCES THINGS WHEN HE’S ANGRY?
• #OR INTENSE?
• #IT’S AWESOME

Now I kind of like the idea of Derek having to work extra hard to not slur his words through fangs when he’s upset/angry/having a lot of feelings. Like, he learned it as a kid because he was all wolfed out a lot. And his parents would say “enunciate”, but what that really meant was “Derek, your fangs are showing.” 

Mostly this is an excuse to reblog Tyler Hoechlin’s face again. 

(ps is there an easy way to grab the tags of the previous poster cause I always end up with weirdness?)

Now I’m imagining wee!Derek running to his mom and crying about a childhood grievance, and it’s just really cute, okay? 

“Momma, Momma! Uncle Peter and Laura thole the latht of the cookieth. I wath going to have them for dethert and now they’re gone!”

Derek’s mother knelt beside him and gently disentangled his claws from her skirt. “I know you were looking forward to those, Derek.” Derek nodded, looking up at her with shining blue eyes, one fang stubbornly stuck on his bottom lip as his face turned into a pout. “But we can make more tomorrow, and you can have some straight out of the oven, okay?” 

Derek’s eyes glowed brighter in excitement, and his smile came back full force. “Really?”

“Really. And Derek?”

“Yeth, momma?”

“Remember what we told you about enunciating when you get upset?”

Derek frowned, concentrating hard as his teeth retracted and his eyes returned to their normal shade. “That it will help me stay in human form?”

She smiled and gave him a hug. “Try to remember that next time Uncle Peter and Laura joke with you and try to get you riled up, okay?”

“Okay!” Derek said as he ran out of the kitchen towards the back door. 

“And Derek,” she called after him. “Don’t forget to come down early and help me with the baking sheets tomorrow!”

OH MY GOD THIS IS THE MOST ADORABLE THING EVER. 

Oh shit that is adorable, YES.

marciellesmusings:

Werewolves, Kanima and Zombies - Oh, My!

unsuccessful-metalbenders:

OH WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT, I SEEM TO HAVE STUMBLED UPON PETER HALES THEME SONG. 

umbralillium:

hungrylikethewolfie:

affectingly:

teamsourpupnsuds:

I just realized that Derek was in the woods already here, and with his super wolfy hearing probably heard Stiles telling Scott he was a werewolf. Poor bb, that must have caused quite a jolt.

Also, I have to wonder how many times Stiles went off on some crackpot ramble to explain something even a little weird in either of their lives. Like, “So, I’ve been sleepwalking. Either that, or I’m a teleporter like Nightcrawler. Oh man, I’m a MUTANT. Mutant powers always come on during adolescence!” And Scott’s just like, “What? Lay off the comics, dude.”

Aaaaaand now I have headcanon that this is something Stiles picked up from his mom, whenever he would get upset about not being quite like all the other kids.  Whatever he’d feel bad about, she’d scoop him up and tell him about how it was just a sign of another superpower, and there was always a comic book hero she could relate it back to.  When she first started getting sick, they’d sit in her hospital room laughing and joking about how she was definitely going to get superpowers from the radiation, how she had even gone bald like supervillains so often do.  As time went on and she didn’t get better, it got harder and harder to joke about it, but Stiles never stopped trying, because it always made his mom smile.

The first time he had a panic attack after she died, he came out of it with his dad hovering nearby, not entirely sure what to do.  When he wrapped his arms around Stiles, he tried to come up with a superpower to come out of this newest horror; but he was never a comic book fan like his wife was, and the attempt is sort of laughably terrible.

Now, it’s a game Stiles has gotten pretty good at, and every time he talks about how he’s pretty sure that his inability to wash dishes without breaking at least one is a sign of impending super-strength, he feels a little bit like his mom is there, laughing beside him.

‘Isaac is gonna thrust me with his greatness,’ (x)

arsonarsenal:

#I hope that sometime this season they have to ask Danny for help #and they come up with some stupid cover story for why and then when they ask Danny’s just like #’Is this another werewolf situation?’ #and when they’re all flabbergasted and amazed and confused #Danny will just be all #’You guys are not discreet. Chemistry is like watching the Syfy channel for me really. #so what did you need?’ #because Danny is gr8