#hale pack 2.0

[teencopandthesourwolf]

*Sunday afternoon. No crises. Hale pack 2.0 playing baseball down on the preserve*

Erica to Derek: Omg you really need to tap that harder.

Derek: Huh? Did you somehow manage to miss me scoring that home run just now?

Erica: *rolls her eyes* I'm not talking about the ball, Babe Ruth.

Stiles: *runs past them both, reeking of horny*

Erica: I was talking about that.

Derek: *turns the same shade of red as the flash of his alpha eyes*

Derek, shouting: GAME SUSPENDED! EVERYONE GO HOME!

Scott, muttering quietly: Oh God, please, please just wait until we're out of earshot this time...

The rest of the pack: *tutting unhappily* Awww, Stiles!

Stiles: *throws his hands up in the air* What? What I do?!

#*alexa play supermassive black hole my muse* #alpha!derek #hale pack 2.0 #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #erica reyes #scoot mccall #hale pack shenanigans #teen wolf #teen wolf crack #completely correct teen wolf quotes #tcats chats #teencopandthesourwolf

[invisible-storyteller]

Erica, Isaac and Boyd: *locked in a cell at the sheriff's station* Stiles: I can't believe I actually thought I could have a peaceful night. I mean, seriously, guys? I was kicking Scott's ass at Halo so bad, but then guess what happened? I got a call from my dad that you idiots got arrested for breaking into the freakin' zoo?! Isaac: Erica wanted to fight a mountain lion! Erica: Isaac wanted to steal a goat kid from the petting zoo! Boyd: I was just there to make sure they don't die. Stiles: *sighs in a very Sheriff-like manner* At least Jackson wasn't involved in this Erica, Isaac and Boyd: ... Stiles, slowly: Tell me Jackson wasn't involved in this. Isaac: Well, perhaps... maybe... there's a slight possibility that we... um... we might have left Jackson in the monkey cage? Stiles:... The Sheriff: *stifling a laugh* Erica: ...Can I ride shotgun, mom? Stiles: OH MY GOSH! I QUIT!

#Derek at home: It's pretty quiet today #hale pack 2.0 #derek’s betas #sterek #pack mom stiles #teen wolf incorrect quotes

[haleshomeforthederanged]

derek never celebrating his birthdays, because he doesn't consider them an important event anymore.

stiles making sure everyone in the pack knows and says happy birthday. he buys a cake, lets the betas go wild with some frosting gel and mismatched candles. in the end, it's kind of an ugly monstrosity.

derek doesn't care. his eyes light up when they bring it to him. no one sings happy birthday. derek blows out the candles and doesn't wish for anything.

everyone gives him a single small, meaningful gift.

derek doesn't consider his birthday to be an important event, but the pack does, and they love him through it.

#derek hale #stiles stilinski #sterek #hale pack 2.0 #i made myself sad #:(

[incorrectsterekquotes]

when a snack is stuck in a vending machine

tries to get the snack by sticking their arm in the slot: isaac lahey, kira yukimura

shakes the vending machine: allison argent, vernon boyd, derek hale, jackson whittemore

punches/kicks glass: malia tate, cora hale, erica reyes

asks someone for help: lydia martin

all the above, in that order: stiles stilinski

#hale pack #teen wolf #i know that canonically boyd breaks the glass but technically he was high on wolfsbane so... #hale pack 2.0 #derek hale #pre bite erica was also in all the above #derek can get to punch and kick if hes hangry but he tries to set a good example #once kira used her katana to break a machine because hangry #lydia once didnt find anyone to help so she has since figured out an algorhytm that makes sure nothing gets jammed in her presence again #sometimes stiles doesn't even put money #just does all and hopes for the best

[sapphireginger]

Free to Be Alive

Summary:

It was only lunch, lunch which they’d had had every day like clockwork. Everyone was chatting and talking before the entire student body went dead silent. Stiles stood staring at Scott with a look no one had ever seen directed at Scott. They had always been ScottandStiles.

Scott didn’t realize how much and how quickly he and Stiles were drifting apart. Ever since 10th grade when Allison arrived, a divide occurred, although Stiles never blamed Allison for Scott's actions.

It was subtle at first, with Stiles no longer being seen attached at the hip with Scott. They were worlds apart at school despite being in the same classroom day in and day out. After a few months, Stiles didn't seem as talkative anymore, worrying even Mr. Harris, whom everyone knew had a strong dislike for the Stilinski kid.

Then Stiles started hanging out with Boyd, Erica, and Isaac. Not only did he change who he hung out with but Stiles started laughing and talking a lot more. This was good for Stiles but it didn't alleviate the odd suffocating blanket that seemed to encase the school. It was the end of Junior year when the fight happened, when things finally came to a head.

It was only lunch, lunch which they’d had had every day like clockwork. Everyone was chatting and talking before the entire student body went dead silent. Stiles stood staring at Scott with a look no one had ever seen directed at Scott. They had always been ScottandStiles.

“Shove your head back up your ass, McCall. That’s where it's been for the past two years!”

Scott gaped at him and snarled. “What the hell, Stiles?!”

Stiles shook his head and sent his former best friend a cold look that made everyone shiver. “Stay the hell away from me. You’re on your own now. If you pass, great. If you fail it’s whatever. I’m done giving my all and getting nothing in return. Go bury your cock in whatever warm hole that calls to you. I’m not your friend anymore and sometimes…” he trailed off and swallowed thickly. “Sometimes I wonder if we ever truly were friends.”

With that, Stiles left the cafeteria with his three new friends in tow.

By the time senior year rolled around, Stiles looked completely different. Rumors spread that he had become a part of the gang that Derek Hale ran. Everyone was talking about Stilinski’s leather jacket that now matched with the other four.

Obviously, this caused Scott to worry after Allison had pointed out just how different Stiles was now.

Scott confronted his former friend, but he failed to make any headway. So, he confronted the three other students that Stiles had been hanging out with. Erica laughed at his attempts and just pushed past him.

Seeing that he was getting nowhere, Scott decided he’d have to talk to Stiles if he wanted answers. However, when he got out of his last class and went in search of Stiles, Scott saw him climbing into a sleek black Camaro with his three new friends and…

Scott’s eyes bugged out and he glared as his best friend—former best friend—kissed Derek Hale's cheek. He watched as Derek turned to catch Stiles’s lips in a deeper kiss, both of them grinning as the three in the back smiled and nudged at their shoulders.

What the hell was going on? Scott was so confused but he couldn’t do more than stand on the sidewalk, frozen as he watched the five of them drive off.

Even being idly aware that Allison had come to stand beside him couldn’t rouse Scott from his realization that the chapter of his life that included Stiles was well and truly over. The hardest part was that that had been true for a long time but he had been blind to it.

Now that he saw, he knew there was no salvaging what was. He couldn’t remember the last time Stiles had smiled like that around him. In fact, the last time Scott saw Stiles smile so carefree, content and happy was before his mother died.

Allison offered him a sad smile and was about to encourage him not to give up but Scott shook his head. He kissed her cheek, laced their fingers together and headed to his motorbike. He was finally accepting that Stiles and he would no longer be as entwined as they had once been, nor as close and Stiles was happy now. Perhaps, this was for the best and it was time to let go.

Sure, Stiles had moved on, but Scott had moved in first and it would be hypocritical of him to object to the happiness that his former best friend had finally found. They were free to be alive and live the lives they wanted. That was all that mattered now.



#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #angst #derek hale #allison argent #isaac lahey #scott mcall #erica reyes #vernon boyd #bad friend scott mccall #oblivious scott mccall #hurt stiles stilinski #alpha derek hale #alpha mate stiles stilinski #fights #self-reflection #hale pack 2.0 #stiles stilinski is so done #stiles stilinski wears leather #stiles stilinski is part of derek’s pack

[thebigoblin]

I legit just finished a 3,000 word fic when I have two continuous day of internal tests 😭😭😭😀

AND IT'S FOR A NEW LANGUAGE AND I HAVEN'T STUDIED AJDHSNSBS

what even

anyways posting this because i'll need someone to remind me to post the fic (in case I haven't by Sunday)

#sh.rambles #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #hale pack 2.0 #back to og classics #crackish fic with a side of oblivious and narc SM and a happy pack with alive erica and boyd + bby isaac 🥺 #and pack!parents sterek #;) #i also need to figure out a title... smh #currently it is 'like children running' a lyric by Blondie who else? #it only kinda fits tho

[midnightwinterhawk]

Out Of Context Stiles

If it’s not his dad, then what the hell is someone doing at his house? How dare they bother him?

He drags the sheet over his shoulders like a cape and hobbles to the door like the saltiest superhero.

Hallowed Grounds by @damnfancyscotch

#out of Context Stiles #Stiles Stilinski #Sterek #Laura Hale is adopting Stiles whether he likes it or not #Hale pack 2.0 #Hallowed Grounds #damnfancyscotch

[josjournal]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Satomi Ito, others mentioned - Character Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alpha Derek Hale, Emissary Stiles Stilinski, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Pack Building, Werewolf Culture, Don't copy to another site Series: Part 30 of Full Moon Ficlets Part II, Part 2 of Hale Pack 2.0 Summary:

Derek and Stiles attend the Werewolf gathering a year after they met, this time with the Pack.

Written for @fullmoonficlet

#fullmoonficlet #sterek #sterek fic #eternalsterek #my writing #hale pack 2.0 #thank you derek

[lucky-bishop]

All three of Derek's betas immediately deciding to get leather jackets so they could dress like him is THE MOST heartwarming, teenage dirtbag thing ever

Hale Pack 2.0 lived like boxcar children, but they looked damn good

It's so good! The attitude! The jackets! It really drives home the message that Derek is not that much older than them and has no idea what he's doing because his whole family is dead. And he had to kill his uncle, who killed his sister. But he's their role model, regardless.

The leather jackets are literally the betas doing this (and they're so right for it!):

#ask #dear-massacre #teen wolf #the hale pack 2.0 deserved so much better

[whenwordsmakesense]

Un Unhappy Wolf, Un Unique Banshee, Deux Dangerous Humans, Cinq Cute Wolves

(i know it's a longass title. I love it though)

Stiles moves between the two factions and smiles brightly, relieved. “You all made it! Whoop whoop!”

Scott stares at him. “Stiles?”

Stiles turns towards him, emulates the same tone. “Scott?”

“What are you doing here?”

Huh?

“What the fuck do you mean he’s doing here, you dimwit? He’s the one who invited your furry ass!” Erica growls out, and yup, this is going to get bloody if he doesn’t intervene properly.

So Stiles shouts, “Movies!”

OR

A Fic fic'ed because i wanted to fic.

Also known as the fic i wrote after getting fed up with learning French and thinking I'll now forever forget English.

Read on AO3.

#sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #the hale pack 2.0 #whenwordsmakesense #don't hate french yet! let's see if i feel the same next sem...

[teencopandthesourwolf]

Stiles: Dude, what the hell?!

Isaac: In my defence, I was left unsupervised...

Stiles: But wasn't Erica with you?

Erica: In my defence, I was left unsupervised...

Peter: *throws himself down the loft's spiral staircase for comfort*

#completely correct teen wolf quotes #hale pack 2.0 #stiles stilinski #isaac lahey #erica reyes #peter hale #team woof #teen wolf #teen wolf incorrect quotes #steter #if you want it to be #xp #hale pack shenanigans #tcats chats #teencopandthesourwolf

[invisible-storyteller]

Isaac: Guys, shut up! Mom's calling. *picks up the phone* Scott: BABE, COME BACK TO BED! Jackson: YES, ISAAC! DO IT FOR THE SEX TAPE! Boyd: WE STILL NEED TO HIDE THE BODY! Erica: PASS THE WEED, LOSERS! Stiles, on the phone:... Isaac:... Stiles: You threw a party without me?

#the betas locked Derek out of his own loft #when Derek went to Stiles for help #he wasn’t expecting this #teen wolf incorrect quotes #hale pack 2.0 #derek’s betas #pack mom stiles #scisaac

[sourmiguel]

the hale pack shares three braincells by @dyke-yoonji (wc4322, general)

Summary: Five times a member of the Hale Pack (2.0) did not believe Stiles and Derek were in a relationship, and one time someone finally clued them in. OR: the one where Lydia and Boyd (and Cora) are smarter than everybody else.

This was written for me for the Sterek Exchange this summer and it's so cute. I love me some 5+1, plus these situations are just ridiculous.

#fic rec #sterek

[outtoshatter]

Author spotlight for this week is: All-or-nothing-baby / @teencopandthesourwolf! They have lots of great fics to choose from. Here's a little sample of their most recent stories!

Rated T:

Love Yew | T | 2k tags: magic, established relationship, angst with happy ending, slice of life Summary: “It's an Apology Leaf. Obviously.” Obviously.

OR Navigating the established relationship, with some emotional hurt/comfort, a maybe magic tree (that isn't the blasted Nemeton) and puns. So, just an average day in the lives of Derek and Stiles, really.

Dude | T | 1k tags: angst with happy ending, grief/mourning, falling in love Summary: That was the last time somebody put their arms around Derek—and the last time he saw his sister alive. It was two years ago. Derek doesn’t think he has taken a full breath, since.

OR Stiles hugs Derek. Derek consequently freaks out a little (shocker).

Haystack Charm Around Your Neck | T | 13k some tags: canon divergence, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, scent marking, mates Summary: “Maybe you could just, like, couch surf for a while? Just till you get fixed up. Or maybe even… chair surf?" Stiles suggests, now nodding at the armchair in the corner of his bedroom and chewing on that rosebud lip of his again. Derek looks at the armchair like it's the most confusing thing he has ever seen, and then back at Stiles as if he's changed his mind about that and it is actually the sixteen-year-old in front of him who is the true mystery. "Offer's there, dude," Stiles shrugs. "Don't—“ “Call you dude? Yeah, probably never gonna happen. Sorry, dude. I'd just try and get used to it if I were you." And then Stiles is once again spinning around to face his computer and is seemingly slipping straight back into Hyper-Research Mode. Derek is a little horrified when he finds himself now considering this kid as not just Stiles: Scott's Idiot Best Friend, but as Stiles: Maybe-Friend of Derek. When an image of Stiles's mouth pops up in his mind's eye, Derek also wonders exactly when it was that he started looking at Stiles in that way.

OR Oblivious!Derek and the epitome of the tags: #Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things and #Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing

Like a Little Prayer | T | 1k tags: slice of life, friends to flirts, Hale pack 2.0, everybody lives-nobody dies Summary: “I asked because I wanted to know if you were okay, man," Stiles divulges, as if that's nothing at all. As if it's something Derek hears often. He tilts his head to catch Derek's eye—which works, of course. Because it always works, no matter the nature of the moment they're caught up in. "Like, I was concerned, y`know?” Derek feels guilty just for looking. And not only because he wants to touch but because he wants to let Stiles care.

OR Derek doesn't understand why Stiles gives a shit. So, Stiles tells him.

Spicy (Rated M or E):

The Cross he Bears | M | 734 tags: established relationship, Dom/sub undertones, Stiles takes care of Derek Summary: Stiles knows exactly how to take care of his wolf.

Love Like Ghosts | E | 744 tags: choking, under-negotiated kink, breathplay, established relationship Summary: They both know not talking about this isn't okay, isn't healthy, but—and God knows why—Derek loves Stiles. So, the big guy, he gets it: that the best thing isn't always the right thing.

Tastes Like Home | E | 379 some tags: plot-what-plot, porn with feelings, Derek takes care of Stiles, 1st POV Summary: It’s never quite enough... What does he need? Maybe, he just needs more. OR Derek takes care of Stiles and finds exactly what Stiles is looking for: an anchor.

Remember to mind the tags, leave a kudos, and maybe even drop a comment! Go check out their AO3 page for their entire collection of works!

#sterek #author spotlight #sterek fandom #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #teencopandthesourwolf #all-or-nothing-baby

[thebigoblin]

On The Dance Floor

tags: Not Scott McCall Friendly, Inspired by a Song, Oneshot, Alpha Derek Hale, Derek Hale Loves Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Loves Derek Hale, Getting Together, The Hale Pack 2.0, Fluff, Minor Sheriff Stilinski/Melissa McCall

a/n: found this in my drafts tagged as "complete." figured i'll post this as a lil weekend treat <3 so cleaned it up a bit. i'll post this on ao3 tomorrow ig. also, real enemy is giving fics a fucking title.

now you can also read this fic on ao3.

White, marble tiles are eaten up by his black, formal shoes, his movements a little hurried as he veers off another corner of this event hall, almost braining himself against the wall. He stops just at the right moment, curses his clumsiness, and continues walking down the empty hallway to the dressing room. Everyone else is already in the main hall, sitting on the chairs, and Stiles Stilinski was there only moments before, so he knows they're waiting for the ceremony to begin.

Except, his dad is getting cold-feet, and despite Scott's attempts at being normal around his soon-to-be stepfather, and being a shoulder to lean on, the cold-feet is getting worse. At least, that's what Derek texted him, a short, concise depiction of whatever the hell must be happening in the dressing room.

And he trusts the Alpha, so he's quick in his steps and quicker with his breaths when he does open up the door and finds his dad pacing around the decently-sized room, his suit on, and complemented by a look of absolute panic on his face.

Scott is standing off to the side, like he always seems to be these days, and he's on the opposite side of Derek, far from him, like he always was and always will be. Some people don't change, and Stiles has learned that through experience he would rather not repeat.

"Dad," Stiles says, and that's all it takes for the dam to break. His dad gives a quick glance to Scott, his once-favorite son, and then pulls both Stiles and Derek towards him, his hands a little sweaty with dread. His dad knows being close and talking low wouldn't make a difference, but it's the principle of the thing, and for one split second he wonders what 16 year old him would have thought of this fact, of Derek being his dad's chosen son, and him himself being this close to his dad. And Scott not even being privy to the beauty of this relationship.

"What if she doesn't want me to? I love Melissa, I do, but Claudia- I don't know. I had a dream yesterday, Stiles, and she was just, she was just there! Just sitting on the beach, where I proposed to Melissa, right where Melissa was sitting. Was that, like, one of your supernatural dreams? Derek, you must know something about these sort of things. I don't think she wants me to—"

Derek cuts him off with a firm, "She wants nothing but happiness for you." He gives Stiles a quick look, asking silently if this is okay, because out of the four people in this room he's the only who didn't actually know her when she was alive. Stiles nods, and Derek continues, and his dad hangs onto every word out of Derek's mouth. "Today is a big day for you, and you're nervous, and it's okay, John. That dream was just a way for your subconscious to show up — this isn't the first time you've had this thought, have you?"

"No."

"That's it. Nothing more, nothing less. Just your nerves."

Stiles smiles softly at his dad. "Mom loves you," he moves forward to bring his dad in for a patented Stilinski hug. His voice is muffled when he insists, "She loved you when she was beside you, and she loves you now that she's watching over you. And she loves Melissa, too. I know she'll be the one smiling the biggest when you say 'I Do,' today."

His dad holds on for a little longer, and Stiles knows he's holding back tears when his dad says, "Okay," with a rough voice. He pulls back, takes a deep breath, pats Stiles on the shoulder twice, the way he always does, and gives a wobbly smile to Derek. He says, "Thanks, son," to both of them before looking at himself in the mirror.

"You look amazing."

"I'm so glad Lydia's mom was able to modify your original suit into this," Stiles adds to Derek's compliment, and Derek nods, repeats the sentiment of his dad looking amazing.

Scott chimes in, too, and his dad gives him a small smile. The relationship with him is strained, and if it was any other day Scott wouldn't even be in Beacon Hills, but it's his mom's wedding day, too. Stiles allows this one day, and if he didn't, he can't really stop Scott from being here. This is his hometown, too. They have their differences, yes, but they also have a past, together and also not, stemming from this same town.

Stiles has no right to where Scott does or does not go.

Derek, on the flip side, with his red eyes and ancestral blood running through his veins, roots sprouting from this town's soil, has no such qualms. Derek and Scott share a past, too, and it defines their present more than anything else could have.

Stiles' dad says he'll be out in just a minute, can they wait outside please, and all three of them step out. Once the door is closed, Derek turns to Scott.

"When are you leaving?"

Scott is instantly angry. He has always hated Derek, no matter the truth. Logic was always Stiles' friend first and Scott's second, and without Stiles, Scott is just a ball of emotions being hit by the bat of daddy and authoritative issues.

Derek has a right to know. It is his prerogative. This is his land, his territory, his packmate's wedding. Scott was banished — run off, really, and now he's back. Derek has a right to know when he'll leave, irrespective of Scott's hesitation to tell him.

But, the years have done Scott good. Instead of yelling, making a scene, he takes a breath in. Stiles wonders what or who his anchor is, and promptly decides it's not something he cares to know. He watches Scott get himself under control, enough that when he speaks his voice is almost emotionless.

All or nothing. That was what Scott was, and still is. He's changed, but not really.

"Mom leaves for her honeymoon tomorrow, and I need to take stuff from home."

Derek raises his right eyebrow. "That's not an answer."

Scott gives a tight smile. "It is if you just learn to stop when you should."

Before Derek can say anything, Stiles is taking the two steps to stand right beside his Alpha, disbelief coloring his face and words as he lets out, "Are you seriously threatening him?"

Scott just looks at him. The look is unreadable. It hurts, this distance between them, when Stiles remembers fantasizing about being not two feet apart on a porch in their late, late years, drinking to the years and cheers they must have had in their shared lives. Derek shakes him out of that thought with a gentle touch to his hand, their arms trapped between their bodies, and he relaxes.

Derek looks at Scott. His eyes turn red, brilliant red, and he orders, "Leave by Wednesday afternoon."

Today is Sunday.

And his dad's wedding day. His dad, who chooses this moment to come out, looking much better, and happier, and assured. He looks at the scene in front of him, the three of them, Scott on one side, alone. Him and Derek, side by side, on the opposite side of Scott.

He claps his hands.

"Who is ready to cry today?"

*

They all cry.

The ceremony is simple, but beautiful. The whole town is here, the wedding off their Sheriff, and the nurse who is so lovely, so kind. They are an inspiration, they all murmur, Derek tells him; second chances at love are rare, and this is beautiful, and who knew there exists beauty in the depths of tragedy?

His dad cries when he watches Melissa come down the aisle, Ms. Martin on one side and Scott on the other. Her best friend and her son, and for once, Stiles doesn't mind Scott's presence.

Melissa is smiling, eye to eye, her wedding gown fitting her perfectly.

She stands in front of his dad and says, "Oh, John," with such reverence, it's hard to not cry. Stiles has to put his hand in front of his mouth, but it's futile. Derek, the jerk, repeats those words, the ones he is hearing from every corner of the hall, and by the time Stiles has a dad and a stepmom officially, he's crying happy tears.

Lydia hugs him and tells him now it's his turn to find her mom somebody, too, and he agrees, only half-listening to her. He's staring at the big, gigantic grin on his dad's face, a matching one on Melissa.

Everyone congratulates him and the newlyweds, and then it's food and chatter and toasts, and everyone is surprised when Derek gives the first toast instead of Stiles, and Scott is supposedly not giving one at all.

Derek's toast is short, but no less lovely. He calls John a great man, one with utmost patience, and of course Derek would find a way to make a dig at Stiles; he says he has no clue how John and Claudia had strength enough to be patient with Stiles around, and that perhaps it is that tenacity, that will, that has brought about the proceedings of today. Of not giving up, even when the world is stacked against you. Of staying strong, in the face of everything falling apart. Of falling apart but coming back stronger, steadier. Of finding love after all of that. And coming from Derek, of all people, it means a whole lot, and Stiles' dad hugs Derek post-speech tightly.

When they pull apart, Derek says into the mic, but with eyes on Stiles' dad, "She's just as proud of you as Stiles is. As I am."

And then it's his turn to give a toast, and he's not sure how he can outdo Derek; as he stands up in front of the mic, he realizes he doesn't want to.

He gives a few funny anecdotes of his childhood, of how his dad taught him to always have hope, because good people get good things, even if it takes long. And how Melissa was always there, a second mom to him right from the start, and how much he loves her and is glad she's still in his life, despite the years, despite the circumstances. The crowd gets intrigued at that, aware of the distance between Scott and his mom, and Stiles too; all of Beacon Hills knows about the rift, but only a hand few know the cause of it as well. So, for him to mention the distance, to publicly acknowledge it, is a big thing.

He moves right the fuck on, makes jokes and smiles and cries, admits he'll always miss his mom, but that he'd always hoped, deep in his heart, that when the grief becomes tolerable he'd be the one to make the two of them marry each other.

"You got there first," he jokes, "Had the ring all picked out even before I could start trying to convince you to ask her out. Honestly, that might have been the second best decision you've ever made." None of them have to ask what the first was. It's obvious; Stiles knows his mom's wedding ring sits inside his dad's shirt, on a necklace, his own beside it.

Melissa gives a toast, too. She reminisces the first time she met Claudia, how they became friends, and how, at the time, it was impossible to imagine a life without her.

Before her little speech, to everyone this was her and John's day, but it's clear to them now that it's not just that. To the newlyweds it's a promise to Claudia; Melissa's once best friend and his dad's first love. To be happy. To live.

There's more hugs, more cheers, the champagne popping, and a quick, impromptu speech by Scott, who was fuming at being outdone like this by not just Stiles, but also Derek.

His speech is not bad, per se. Angry jerks of his chin, wild eyes and noticeable pauses. It's not bad. It just looks bad in comparison.

Stiles will definitely rot in hell for finding this funny, but at least he won't be the only one. The whole pack is trying not to laugh, and Stiles has to hide his own in the lapels of Derek's suit, who in turn hides his laughter in Stiles' hair.

Stiles feels bad, once or twice. But Scott made his bed and he's lying on it.

And then, after that, there's the first dance. There's the open dance floor and little kids asking Derek sweetly if he'll dance with them. He's their favorite, and it's adorable, and Stiles takes a thousand pictures.

Derek is in a sharp suit, and the juxtaposition of him dancing with young children, in princess dresses and printed suits — one kid had a yellow, minion-print suit, and honestly, that kid, Darren, pulled it off well — all colorful to his black shirt, black blazer, and black pants, is just so...

Good.

Derek's whole face is lit up, the golden glow of the lights all around them putting him in an ethereal spotlight, his eyes soft, mouth curved up, and nose adorably scrunched as he tries to decipher the babbling of a two-year-old.

The mom of the kid comes to get the boy, profusely apologizing, but Derek just smiles and says it's okay. It was no issue, it's okay, no need to apologize at all.

"Right," she says, eyes flicking between Derek and Stiles. "I'll let you get back to your partner then." And it's clear she means him.

Derek doesn't correct her, and neither does he. She leaves, and in this corner of the room, it's just them now. Most kids are tired, now, and most guests have left. It's mostly just the closest friends of Melissa and his dad, and the pack, of course, who are here.

Derek turns to him, his eyes still soft, which somehow get more soft when he looks at Stiles. It takes his breath away, and he lets out a squeaky, "Let's dance?" He's almost 25, the "adult" age according to the internet, and he still acts like a high school kid with a fucking crush.

Derek just makes him feel that way.

Derek, who is going to be 30 in less than a week, the big decade, the big, bad wolf. Derek, who blushes, his cheeks pinkish red behind his stubbled face, and puts out a hand.

Stiles takes the offered hand, his heart dancing inside his ribcage. And onto the stage they go, to the applause of the pack, and his dad's, "Finally!"

Stiles blushes, too. It's just their luck to get on the floor when it's a slow dance song.

Derek wastes no time, like he can't think or he'll explode, and puts his left hand on Stiles' waist, his right on Stiles' shoulder. Stiles puts both his hands around Derek's neck, and the alpha leans into the touch. This, the blatant trust, the welcomeness of it, is what bolsters Stiles.

They move to the slow beat, their eyes on each other's like white on rice, and everything else just doesn't exist. It's just them, and only them. No one else exists, not when they do, this close.

They move closer still, their hips touching, their foreheads against each other's. Noses touching close.

"Hey," he says, and grins when Derek does.

"Hey," Derek says back, so close that Stiles feels in his bones the word shape itself in Derek's mouth.

The music changes, then, and Stiles recognizes this one from the very first beat of it. Of course he does. It's Derek's favorite song ever.

"Did you bribe the DJ to play Apocalypse?"

Derek laughs, a quick, short one, and Stiles watches the movement of it, the beauty of Derek Hale laughing. "What if I did?"

Before Stiles can say anything, the line, "kisses on the forehead of lovers," comes on, and Derek takes a step back, only to kiss Stiles on the forehead.

Stiles' breath stops in his throat. Derek closes the gap between them again, and sways them to the beat. Stiles just follows his lead, his face having stuck itself on an astonished smile, and by the time the song is over he's just hugging Derek, tight, close, forever and ever and ever close.

Derek hums the song right in his ear, and it's perfect, Derek's breath on him, his grip, his eyes on him.

Stiles takes a step back and just looks into Derek's eyes.

"Hey," Derek says softly. They don't need words. Just this, a moment to themselves, where nothing but them exists.

Stiles doesn't even have a clue what song is playing. All he hears is Derek. His unspoken trust and devotion, his soul half of Stiles', Stiles' own soul half of Derek's. Their mingling breaths, because they're still close, just a hair apart from being one.

"Hey," he repeats, and they're both moving forward, Derek's hands on Stiles' waist, his own around Derek's neck, and they kiss.

It's gentle and slow, like time doesn't exist, could never take from them, this moment infinite, their love defying the laws of the universe and stopping time.

Because this is it. This is love, theirs and theirs only, part of its definition somewhere in the noises Stiles is making, part of it in the way Derek is touching him, moving his hands around Stiles' body, up and down, up and down, caressing him close and closer still.

Because isn't that what love is? Finding meaning in another?

After what feels like a lifetime, Derek pulls back. "Your lips, my lips, apocalypse," Derek hums against his lips, and they're so close, one breath two beings close, Stiles feels the movement of Derek's lips against his.

He lets out a small laugh. Derek swallows it down with another kiss, this one urgent, and time stills, again. Nothing exists, but this, and this moment only. Them. Arms around one another, devouring lips, tight grip, closed eyes, and peace.

They pull apart, foreheads resting against each other's, and Stiles opens his eyes to Derek's soft gaze. On him, through him, for him. He smiles, takes Derek's hand in his, dislodging it from its previous position on Stiles' waist, and brings it up to kiss the open palm of this man, who is radiant in this moment, glowing, almost, with happiness.

"Best day ever," Derek says, and he hums only the tune this time, and this time, Stiles sings the lyrics.

"Your lips, my lips, apocalypse."

"We did think it would take, like, a severe life or death situation for you two to get your shit together."

The sudden reality of a third person existing, and slowly, the reality of them being in the middle of a public dance floor in front of people has them flinching and moving apart.

"Kind of glad that didn't actually occur," Lydia continues, unperturbed.

"Definitely glad," his dad agrees.

"I do prefer you two getting together on my wedding day instead of my ER room, actually." Melissa adds.

Derek and Stiles both stare at their pack — Lydia, grinning eye to eye, a wine glass in her hand. John and Melissa beside her, their hands clasped, laughing at Derek and Stiles' wide-eyed gaze. Isaac clicking a hundred pictures of them, Erica with her full-red lips and a plate filled with food. Boyd beside his wife, hand on her shoulder, and Jackson leaning against Danny, smirking at the two of them. Cora is looking at them, that Hale look of absolute mischief. Kira and Malia have probably gone home — and nope, here they come, with a...

"Is that a banner?" Derek asks, aghast, and Stiles is right there with him. Because that fucking banner reads STEREK WINS.

"What the fuck?"

Peter comes out from the shadows, and Stiles tries to be happy about the fact that his appearance surprised everyone else present too, not just him and Derek.

"Thanks for making me win the bet. Really appreciate the $5."

"Bet?!"

His dad answers his unasked question. "We all figured you two would get together sometime during our wedding. Maybe during or after. It was just a matter of when." He points to where Malia and Kira are putting the banner up, right beside the one that says, JUST MARRIED!!! "Most of us figured the week following today, but Peter, Lydia, and Kira are the only ones who doubled down on the day being today itself."

"We're going to share our anniversary!" Melissa exclaims, happy.

Derek and Stiles just stare.

Derek turns towards him. He cocks an eyebrow up. Stiles nods with quick movements of his head.

"We, uh, are gonna go," Stiles says to the hall at large. "Have fun with your... bet, I guess. Dad, Melissa, love you guys, the rest of you, fuck off." Everyone laughs.

"We'll talk about anniversary plans later, Melissa," Derek says, and Stiles finger guns at her before realizing how stupid it looks.

Luckily, Derek picks him up, fireman carry style, and swoops him away.

Stiles groans against Derek's back. "Doofuses. Serious doofuses."

"Us or them?"

Stiles thinks. "All of us," he decides. "All of us, Derek. How the fuck were we so stupid to wait so long to get together?" They don't need to really discuss it — the kiss was just a precursor. "And why the fuck do they have to be so... ugh."

"They're still laughing," Derek says, as if that would help. "Doofuses," he agrees.

And then they're in the Jeep, Derek's camaro probably to be taken home by Isaac, and they're alone and when Derek drops him gently on the seat, Stiles lunges up to kiss.

"You make me fucking feral," Derek admits against his lips, and hey, Stiles loves where this is going. "I love you."

The words are nothing, really, but an arbitrary combination of English lexicon. But there is a meaning it — so many touches, so many moments shared between the two of them. Time spent in presence or in thoughts. All of it, leading up to this. These three words that make Stiles giddy.

"I love you too, and we really were doofuses."

"Wanna be doofuses on my bed?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

Stiles speeds it out of the parking lot of the event hall, and they do, in fact, act like doofuses on Derek's bed.

They make-out, they throw down their clothes, and they pour out their hearts with every touch, every caress, every moan; they kiss and laugh and confess, touch and worship and love.

They map out each other's bodies and lean in, snuggle, and sleep.

If all apocalypses could be so lovely, it would be great, really.

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #sterek fics #sheriff stilinski #melissa mccall #the hale pack 2.0 #ahhh spent like 15 mins trying to come up with a title and i give up #it's 3 am rn and i'm going to SLEEP #gotta wake up in like 5ish hours too aanxbsjshjs #bYE #sh.rambles #sh.writesonmain #hopefully y'all enjoy this weekend treat #i wrote this a good few weeks ago and so glad i found it in the piles of wip

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Hi! Sorry to bother you, but I'm wondering if you could help me? Do you know of any (Sterek) fics where Scott joins Derek's pack? I just really want to see Stiles and Scott interacting w Hale Pack 2.0! Thank you.

Hi anon! @kevaaronday made this list for us.

Turn back time by A _pretty_good_pair (23/23 | 49,715 | Teen | Sterek) There's no one left. No one. Stiles decides in his grief to try and fix everything he did wrong the first time around. Will he be able to save everyone or will he relive the pain of losing them all once again?

True by inatshej (1/1 | 38,760 | Explicit | Sterek) The point is, anything can be believed to be true now. If magic can convince Stiles that he loves Derek – weird, angry, too-many-issues Derek – then how is he supposed to know what is actually true, and what is him being mind-screwed?

And Derek can go fuck this mates concept.

Spaz and the Sourwolf by TheRealDanniX (9/9 | 24,674 | Teen | Sterek) When Stiles comes across something he shouldn't in the Preserve he ends up on four legs. Not that anyone in the Pack knows it's him. He's just hoping they can figure it out before anything else bad happens.

clenching my jagged jaws (over the capture) by Marishna (1/1 | 21,495 | Teen | Sterek) Derek Hale was never supposed to be alpha, but he's a good one. He doesn't need any help and he definitely doesn't need an emissary. 

Stiles Stilinski is Derek Hale's emissary and come hell or high water he's going to see the Hale pack through the impending arrival of the alpha pack, even if it means he can never return to Beacon Hills after.

The Vasov Heir by neil4god (12/12 | 20,665 | Not Rated | Sterek) It was summer vacation. He was supposed to go to bed late and sleep even later, he should not be in a car at the ass crack of dawn (12:30) on his way to who know's where. That was not part of the plan, but then he hadn't planned on introducing the pack to his sort of fiance either or introducing them to his family, but his darkest secrets are being dragged into the light and Stiles may not survive it.

When the Wind Blows (the Grass Must Bend) by V1p3r_Qu33n (9/9 | 17,845 | Teen | Scallison) “Why is it a problem that he doesn’t know I’m here?” Scott was just getting more confused with every sentence she spoke and everytime he asked a question the answer just resulted in even more confusion.

She looked past him to a sleek black car that had just pulled up outside the house across from hers. “I think you’re about to find out.” - - - aka: the packs a dysfunctional family. Scott doesn't have a clue what's going on (though he's starting to figure it out), Derek's just trying to keep his betas in line (though they don't always like his methods), and Isaac's just trying to survive.

Learning Curve by Inell (1/1 | 6,050 | Explicit | Poly Pack) When Scott stops by to check on Stiles after he misses school, he isn't expecting to be introduced to the world of polyamory or to agree to become part of the Hale pack in such an unique way.

Heart Smart by Simplistically_content (1/1 | 3,578 | Teen | Sterek) Scott wasn't book smart like Stiles, he wasn't werewolf smart like Derek (was meant to be), he wasn't genius smart like Lydia, his decision making hadn't really given him the best track record where those kind of smarts mattered. No. Where Scott believed he was smartest, was in his heart, in his good nature. Sometimes he screwed up, but no one's perfect, are they?

A place you call home by TalesoftheEnchantedForest (1/1 | 771 | Gen | Sterek) Derek takes a walk through the newly built Hale house and is suddenly overcome by memories, both older and more recent ones. Then he realizes what was missing all along - his pack. Now with Stiles and his friends by his side, he has a home again.

(This is all flashbacks and feels, my dudes.)

Ice(d) Cream by LizzieLance (1/1 | 500 | Gen) “This is indoor snow, baby. Dodgeballllllll.”

“ Throw it, throw it!”

“Stiles, no!”

“Stiles, yes!”

“Over here!”

Whap!

“Ohhh shit.”

Wait, what?? By hugs4saturn (1/1 | 424 | Gen | Sterek) Scott isn't the Alpha.

#teen wolf #sterek #scallison #scott mccall #derek hale #stiles stilinski #stiles and scott