Colton Haynes, Dylan O’Brien, Tyler Posey & Tyler Hoechlin - Nylon outtake photographed by Adam Fedderly, May 2011
Supernatural Season 8 promo
I’m so fucking exited about this season! Way more than I was for season 6 and 7 (even if I liked both). I just can’t wait!!
I just love this! Ok, just look at the way they stare at each other, even indirectly! Derek is staring at Stiles as he walks away and Stiles is staring at a “picture” of Derek! I just ship them so hard!
AU - The alphas are after Stiles and use Derek to get to him.
“Dammit Stiles!” Derek cursed under his breath from the floor when he finally came to. Somehow, some way, the alphas had managed to incapacitate him long enough to lure Stiles out into the open. They were after him - not Derek, for reasons beyond Derek’s understanding. The boy who ran with wolves; he wondered if it was the appeal of the boy that attracted them to Beacon Hills. Nonetheless, they had him right where they wanted him, and Derek was powerless to help.
He watched as they dragged his limp body across the room, away from Derek, and started in on him. Within seconds, Stiles’ eye was bruised and his cheek torn to shreds. Derek’s eyes flashed red as he fought with every ounce of strength he still had to sit upright. He growled loud enough to catch their attention and the beatings stopped. He winced as Stiles’ body slumped and his near-lifeless hands hit the floor like bricks.
The alphas merely laughed at Derek before turning back to Stiles and lifting him up by his collar. They clawed at his porcelain skin and punched him repeatedly. In that moment, Derek knew it was a message: run with us or we’ll kill you. But Derek knew Stiles would never betray Scott; he’d never betray the pack that he’d grown into all on his own. He didn’t need to be a wolf to be akin to Derek’s family; he was every bit a part of his pack as Erica or Boyd or Isaac. And he’d fight for him like he’d fight for them; perhaps harder.
“Stop!” Derek shouted weakly, his body fighting the wolfsbane that was coursing through his veins. He balled his hands into a fist and pushed himself up, beads of sweating dotting his forehead. “Enough!”
The alphas once again dropped Stiles, but this time, they backed away. Part of their frustration was Derek’s unwillingness to comply, and he knew he crossed the line by barking orders. But it didn’t matter; he couldn’t watch another second of them killing Stiles.
The leader of the alpha pack crouched next to Derek’s ear, his claw tracing down his chin before lifting it to meet his cold red eyes. “You’re not running the show here, Hale. I am.” He turned to the rest of his pack. “Kill him!” he said, pointing his finger at Stiles.
“No!” Derek shouted, and with all the force left inside of him, he pushed the leader back. “Do whatever you want with me just please… just let him go.” He was tired, that much was evident. But he’d withstand as much pain as he could if it meant that Stiles was free. He knew the rest of the pack was waiting beyond the doors, unable to cross that magic line. They’d take care of Stiles, get him to the hospital, whatever he needed. Derek was willing to give his life to protect Stiles.
The leader looked perplexed as he rubbed his chin and retracted his claws. His eyes returned to their human shade of blue and he watched Derek with curiosity. “You’d take his beating for him? You’d give us your body to save this… this abomination? This weak human who runs with wolves but doesn’t want to be one…”
Derek gritted his teeth and groaned. “You know nothing about him,” he spat, his instinct to protect Stiles’ reputation kicking in. “He is better than all of us.”
The leader raised an eyebrow. “Better than us?” he laughed. “Please. He’s not worth the dirt on my shoes.” He signaled to the others and one of them kicked Stiles in the ribs.
Derek jerked forward and took several deep breaths. “You’ve got me. I’ll do whatever you want. Now let him go.”
PREPARING MY BODY FoR TEEN WOLF IN 10 MINUTES.
EDIT : SOMEONE WRITE ME A FIC FOR THIS CRIES
“You’re so tiny,” Derek said with a chuckle, scooping Stiles up in his arms. Stiles pushed against him in frustration.
“I am not! Maybe if you weren’t such a giant sourwol-“
He was cut off by a chaste kiss from Derek, which melted any complaints he was thinking of voicing. Derek planted a kiss on Stiles’ forehead, holding the smaller male close to his body. One of Stiles’ hands reached and cupped Derek’s cheek, bringing him for another kiss.
“I’m still mad at you.”
“You’re also still short.”