#tws6b

[tylerhoechlin]

Tyler Hoechlin and Dylan O’Brien bts of TW S6B

#hobrien #tyler hoechlin #dylan o'brien #tws6 #tws6b #tw bts #tw6b bts #scruffysterekposts #adam m west

[chasingshhadows]

Stiles was fumbling for his phone as soon as he was out of the class and out of earshot of any of the other interns.

“Come on, come on, pick up big guy, I know you still have this number,” Stiles said to no one, bouncing on balls of his feet.

“Hello?” 

“Heyyy Derek! Aren’t you getting a little sick of being on the run for murder?”

“Wha- Stiles? How the hell do you know about that?” 

“I’m in the FBI,” Stiles said matter-of-factly. “We know everything.”

Derek said nothing.

Then, “What.”

Stiles snorted. “I got into the FBI intern program, we’ll be working with the actual feds on real cases, one of which is y-”

“Oh, wow, Stiles, that’s awesome,” Derek said from the other side of the line, cutting Stiles off. “Congrats, you deserve it.” 

“Wh- oh. Thank you, yeah, my dad is really proud.”

“He should be.” 

Stiles smiled. Then a sidelong glance from one of his classmates across the lawn and he remembered why he was calling. 

“But actually tho, can you please stop getting yourself wanted for murder? I’m getting real tired of saving your ass from the cops.” 

“I seem to remember that first time was entirely your fault,” Derek said flatly, but Stiles could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Hey, that was at least 85% Scott’s fault.” There was a pause. “Okay, maybe 50%,” he added, and Derek chuckled. “Unfortunately, buddy, I can’t hide you in my room this time - my roommate will start to get ideas.”

“Wrong ones?” Derek asked neutrally.

Stiles narrowed his eyes, even though Derek couldn’t see him, but chose to ignore the question. “So are you gonna tell me what happened?”

Derek took a deep breath and started. “Believe it or not, this is not my fault.” 

#derek hale #stiles stilinski #sterek #eternalsterek #sterek ficlet #my writing #i had a feel about derek being proud of stiles in the intern program thingy #and then another feel about them reminiscing about old times #tws6b #tw spoilers

[bleep0bleep]

for @thegeekindenial @statisticallymorelikely because reasons

thank you @mad-madam-m @paintedlandscape for quick read thru ^_^

Derek turns into a cat on a Tuesday.

There’s nothing unusual about this particular Tuesday. He wakes up in the abandoned warehouse he’d claimed in North Carolina, on top of an old flea-bitten mattress, and he’s wallowing in his usual morning routine of self-doubt and questioning his life choices. It isn’t until he realizes the sad, pitiful meowing is not coming from the feral cats he tries to feed with what meager income he can get doing odd jobs, but is in fact, coming from himself.

He is a cat. 

Derek takes stock of the situation. This must be that witch he met yesterday; he’d politely asked her to move on from this town because her anti-aging potions were giving the neighborhood ladies glow-in-the-dark hair and it wouldn’t be long until she attracted attention-- of the local supernatural enforcement kind, meaning packs, meaning emissaries, meaning Derek would have to move on. Yet again. She’d shot some spells at him, ruined his favorite leather jacket, and chased him through the woods where there were a startling amount of hidden cameras. Derek then had to avoid several bungling FBI agents and led them on a merry chase through the woods until losing them, then he headed back to town.

The worst part was that whatever spell it was, Derek couldn’t shift into a wolf. He’d forgotten about it once he got to safety, and there didn’t seem to be any other effects of the spell, but...

Yeah. Four legs. Tail. He’s fluffy. And small.

He should have just stayed in South America. 

Derek meows and scrunches up his nose; the warehouse, which he’d deemed passable as a human, now smells incredibly awful. He does not want to stay here. 

He runs. Finding food is somewhat easier and harder as a cat, and avoiding calls of “pretty kitty” soon fade away after a storm and Derek’s fur gets matted with mud. He doesn’t know where he’s going, but it feels right. He steals food and avoids dogs who would have been terrified of him in wolf-form, lets small children pet him, runs away from do-gooders who try to take him to a shelter. Snoozing in the back of a pickup truck in the full sun, lazily licking his paws, Derek thinks, he’s actually kind of enjoying himself. It’s a lot easier to be on the run when you’re a cat.

Whatever city he ends up in is full of traffic and crowds and noise; Derek winds his way down a quieter street. It’s not quite suburb; a mix of houses and small apartment buildings, cramped quarters. There are posters in windows; Derek scurries along and climbs up a fence and then the ledge of a second-story building. There’s an open window with scents wafting through that smell fantastic. 

Derek pokes his head in the window; looks like a cluttered college kid’s place, books and empty cup noodle containers everywhere. Okay, not exactly the feast he was imagining, but it still smells nice. Especially this pillow, on this couch, right here in the perfect spot of sun.

Derek falls asleep. 

“Hey there,” says an amused voice, and it’s so familiar and startling that Derek wakes up immediately, and a flood of emotions he doesn’t quite understand floods through him, the scents of Beacon Hills and pack and an echoing of trust spoken in a chlorinated pool a long, long time ago.

Stiles is grinning at him, holding out his hand. Derek should run away. He should leave now. He can’t stay here, he can’t endanger anyone else, that’s why he left in the first place, but there’s something clicking inside his head, why he was drawn here in the first place...

Okay, head scratches? Amazing.

“Aw, you kinda look like the Grumpy Cat. You have eyebrows, dude. Heh. I mean, I can’t technically have a cat in this apartment, but I live alone and the landlord is never here...” Stiles is rambling, his voice is bright and warm, and Derek is lost in the neverending train-of-thoughts as Stiles picks him up and pets his head in a constant, soothing strokes. “Are you a stray? You kinda don’t look so good... all skinny... been on the road for awhile?” 

Derek doesn’t answer. He doesn’t have to; he’s a cat. But the purring sound, he realizes, is coming from him. Maybe he can stay for a little while. Being a cat is easy. Easier than being human. It would be safer, too. It’s not like anyone knows who he is.

“Derek.”

Derek jolts up in surprise, and then he realizes Stiles is looking off into the distance. He turns to Derek-the-cat with a small smile. “You kinda remind me of him, with the eyebrows and the grumpy face. I saw that dude today, it was so weird. I mean, I didn’t see him, it was during a training video, but, still. So weird.”

Derek meows as Stiles’ hand starts stroking his head again. He’s kinda glad he’s a cat. He doesn’t know what he would say if he was human. The last time they’d seen each other, and there was so much Derek didn’t say, that he didn’t have to say. He’d thought he was going to die there, in that lonely abandoned church out in Mexico, and there was too much across that distance in that one look. There had been something there, something Derek never acknowledged, that something when they moved beyond reluctant allies to trust and there’s a part of Derek that doesn’t want to admit he might be fond, too, of that sharp intelligence and resourcefulness and sarcasm.

“Aw, you’re a good kitty. You wanna stay?”

No, no. Derek doesn’t belong here. Scott’s pack is doing well, for all Derek’s heard through the whispers that travel across the country. They’re all doing their own things, Stiles is in college, he has a future. Derek doesn’t. He needs to leave.

He scrambles out of the too-comfortable lap and back to the window.

“Oh. Okay.”

Derek turns around, and Stiles looks so hurt and vulnerable, rubbing the back of his head. 

“I mean...” Stiles sighs. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this, it’s not like you get it. But it’s so fucking lonely here and the program is really hard, and I miss Scott and my friends and it would be really nice to come home to someone.”

Derek looks up at him, calculating. 

Stiles gives him a hopeful smile. 

Well, maybe a little while wouldn’t hurt.

He leaps off the windowsill and ambles back to the couch, giving Stiles a judgemental look that he hopes conveys you better feed me and take care of me. 

“Awesome,” Stiles says, beaming. “I”m gonna call you Derek.” He laughs. “I mean, you’re making the exact face he would make if he were a cat.” The smile falls from his face and his eyes glaze over a bit. “I hope he’s doing okay.”

Derek meows. Now he’s doing just fine.

#sterek #my fiction #6b #6b spoilers #tws6 #tws6b #cat!derek

[tylerstitties]

lol aren't jackson and ethan supposed to be 18? why do they look like they're in their mid-30s, have a daughter in kindergarten, and host wine tasting parties in their penthouse flat in london?

#tws6b #spoilers #jackson whittemore #ethan #i ain't mad #just wondering lol

[scottmccallagainstbullying]

Scott + Malia | "I'll Fix You With My Love"

My new vid for Scott/Malia.

#Scolia #Scalia #Scott McCall #Malia Tate #Scott x Malia #tws6b #teen wolf #spoilers #my vids #my stuff #my edits

[a-dream-so-alive]

Damn it Greenberg

We got Stiles' name but not a Greenberg reveal??

#teen wolf #tws6b #coach finstock

[stydiahalelove]

This season of teen wolf is probably the worst one tbh

#teen wolf #malia tate #scott mccall #lydia martin #tws6b #derek hale #stilies stilinski

[ladiekatie]

do-re-and-me replied to your post: wait, who/what was even the big bad of this...

The Big Bad was Jeff Davis all along

A-FUCKING-MEN MY FRIEND.

#do-re-and-me #shut up katie #jeff davis #tws6b #tw6b

[nogitsunelichen]

Stiles Stilinski: has his shit together, left Beacon Hells, is going to FBI school

Scott McCall:...is the assistant coach for high school lacrosse

#i cant #sucks for mccall #bitter #stiles stilinski #scott mccall #teen wolf #teen wolf season 6b #tws6b

[alpha-derek]

Stiles Stilinski in Teen Wolf 6B.

#stiles #tw6b #tws6b #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #my edit #ambersedit

[ninelittledevils]

you know how it is in beacon hills: if a teacher looks even remotely concerned about the students, he/she’s shady af

#teen wolf #teen wolf 6b #tw spoilers #fyteenwolf #teen wolf 6x11 #mine #beacon hills #tws6b #tw #mtv teen wolf

[chasingshhadows]

Derek pressed play on the voicemail, half expecting it to be some kind of trick - Stiles hadn’t called him since he left Beacon Hills. He certainly hadn’t expected the whooshing feeling in his stomach when Stiles’ voice came through the speaker.

Derek, hey. Glad to see you’re not dead, though it would have been nice to have some warning about the whole wanted-by-the-FBI thing - the girl in front of me in class certainly would have appreciated it, and speaking of, you definitely owe me big time for the mortifying experience I just had to endure so… yeah. I’m at Quantico and you should call me back.

#i had some feelings and also this is supposed to be a seasoned FBI agent and im supposed to believe he wouldn't recognize recognition? #anyway #sterek #eternalsterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #tws6b #my writing #my graphics #zainclaw #haletostilinski #raisesomehale #and to all of the friends that welcomed me back with open arms after my extended hiatus #love you all <3 #also pls be kind this is my first gifset in literally three years i had to relearn all the things lol

[basicallybanshees]

It’s about that time. So long, farewell, auf weidersehen, awrooo...

#Teen Wolf #TWS6 #TWS6B #My Teen Wolf Farewell #MTV #myteenwolffarewell #tw video #video #basically banshees

[tylerstitties]

Friendly reminder: Derek is now very well within his rights to refer to Scott as “my alpha.”

#scerek #tws6b #spoilers #:)

[thescuddersisters-blog]

Cause Stydia rocks... and you know it!

buy it here

#stydia #lydia martin #stiles stilinski #season 6b #tws6b #tw s6b #teen wolf season 6 b #teen wolf season 6

[a-dream-so-alive]

Scott: is blind

Malia: look at me!

#tws6b #teen wolf spoilers