All I can think about when I look at this is hunters coming to beacon hills, and beating Stiles up so he’s out of commission. Cause no one would like the Sheriff’s son to be involved in their affairs, every self-respecting hunter is careful enough to stay on the good side of the law after all.
So they put Stiles into the hospital and come after the Pack.
And they’re professionals, not soft like Chris Argent or demented like his father. They won’t make a mess out of the hunt. They come in, they take the beasts out, and they’re out before sunlight.
And they don’t let their presence be known until the very last moment.
Hale’s Pack is new and unexperienced, it consists of nothing but bitten pups. They don’t yet have the instinct and sense of pack born wolves do.
It’s almost comical how easily they fall into the hunters’ trap. Cornered and helpless like the animals they are, ready to be executed by the superior species.
The hunters raise their weapons and take aim, the alpha’s trying to protect them, doing best to shelter them with his body, when the click of a gun’s safety going off was heard.
The oldest hunter turned around slowly and gave the kid a mocking smile “Didn’t your momma tell you not to play with daddy’s guns?”
“Let them go” he said, voice shaky but his arm never wavered. Cop’s kid.
The truth is, Stiles was scared. Stiles was fucking terrified and if he was in the mood to be honest with himself, which he wasn’t, he had no fucking idea what the hell he was doing.
These people were bigger and stronger than him They had easily gotten the upper hand over a pack of werewolves. Over Derek. And all he had was a broken arm and the handgun his dad kept hidden at home.
Stiles allowed himself a moment to take a deep breath, cause the odds might be against him, and no matter how he approached the situation, nothing indicated this was gonna end well for him. But damn him, he was not backing off, he was not about to let anyone in this fucking pack die.
Not after everything they survived, not after everything they went through, and how hard they worked, to get to this point.
Cause Stiles? The human? Might not have the glowy eyes or pointy teeth, but he was part of this. He was part of this Pack.
So he steadies himself and takes aim, cause he has never wanted to hurt anybody, much less kill. But he was as willing to do what was necessary to protect them as any the wolves were to do for him.
so this happened #actually this was gonna happen in the tags #but tumblr decided they were too long #and i couldn't leave it halfway #so here we are #i'll go hide now #bye #i write sometimes
This is a personal head canon of mine, but I like to believe Laura never used her position as Alpha to make Derek obey her. They were siblings and they were pack, and while they both felt the hierarchy in power between them she did her best to not acknowledge it and treat him as an equal. They were both survivors, all the other had, and Laura did everything she possibly could to make that bond stronger.
Except for one time.
I also like to think that they, on some level, had separation anxiety issues, they didn’t like to be apart from the other for extended periods of time. There were, obviously, parts of their everyday life that didn’t include the other, and they did just fine, but they preferred to be together.
But when Laura announced that she was going back to Beacon Hills to check on their uncle and Derek said he would come with, she had to put her foot down.
“No, Derek.” She didn’t know the dangers she could face there, she didn’t know if the people who destroyed their family were still in town, even after so long. She’d not put Derek unnecessarily in danger, whatever she found there she could handle on her own, she’d not risk losing Derek over something like this.
They argued for what seemed like hours. They rarely fought like this, but she knew how bad the fire had affected her brother, affected them both. It had taken years to rebuild themselves after they moved to New York. But it had also taken a lot out of her to put him back together and standing on his own feet. She did not want him to be back in that place ever again, if it could be avoided.
“You’re not going alone!” He was angry now, his eyes leaking icy blue.
“I’ll be back in a few days,” She reasoned.
“I don’t care, I’m coming with you”
Laura’s eyes flashed red.
“No, you’re not!” She snapped, her tone laced with autorithy.
The display of power was met with dead silence. Derek stared blanky at her for long seconds, and even then she knew the hurt in his eyes would follow her all the way back to their home town.
“Yes, Alpha.” He said sarcastically before turning around.
“No, wait… Derek,” but he had already disappeared into his room, shutting the door on her, shutting her out.
Those were the last words they exchanged before she departed.
Two days later Derek woke up in the death of the night, struggling for breath and holding his suddenly aching chest and he knew. He knew Laura was dead.
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He’s so exhausted, so tired of running of hiding in the dark, of putting his pack in danger, of trying and trying to make things right but it never seems to be enough. And it’s started to feel like no matter what he does he’ll still somehow fuck up, like every decision he makes is only digging deeper and deeper in this whole he has gotten himself into. He’s tired, he doesn’t want to fight, he doesn’t want to kill, he just wants it all to be over so he can fucking breathe… But most of all, he doesn’t want his pack to be hurt. He wants to stop feeling like everyone around him is an enemy. And then here is this human, selfishly offering a helping hand, showing kindness like Derek himself didn’t offer him before. And he’s thankful, cause maybe for a few minutes he can lean on someone else, maybe this means he can share the weight and rest. Just for a while.
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it had had enough fun already #playing with broken toys got really boring really fast after all #and it wasn't like it couldn't just go after another one of the boy's friends to keep on playing #it knew how much Stiles was enjoying these games too #if all the screaming and begging and scratching he had done in the past few days were any indication #but when it raised the boy's arm to land the killing blow #the knife slipped between his fingers and fell to the ground #the demon stared confusedly at the kid's shaking hands it couldn't seem to regain control of #oh dear -it laughed- oh lord this was just /precious/ #the human was actually fighting him! #it had to give it to him #the kid had drive #maybe it would keep him for a little longer than originally planned #a few boring centuries in hell had left the demon yearning for a challenge #a challenge /Genim/ was proving to be every step of the way #oh man- it could almost taste it already #breaking this boy will be /delicious/ #i write sometimes #demon!stiles
what if derek studied at Juilliard #what if before laura died he had a bright career as a violinist and composer ahead of him #what if once things calmed down in beacon hills he tried to play again #but everytime he touched his violin he thought of his sister and just couldn't do it #i write sometimes
erica's expression here tells me that she didn't get over her issues overnight as everyone seems to think #even though she is now healthy and has a strong body i don't think it's enough for her to suddenly become a confident person #no matter what she's like now she can't just ignore the last 16 (17?) years of her life #she won't just get past all the pain and humiliation people has made her feel #and the strong belief that she's weak and damaged and broken still lurks just in the back of her fragile mind #that's why she's trying so hard by wearing tight clothes and flirting and saying 'i have beautiful everything' #cause she wants to be confident she wants to be strong #and for it to be real she needs everyone else to believe it too #i write sometimes
derek and his siblings used to do this all the time when they were younger #in the days before and after the full moon they would all shift into full wolves and played in the forest #well maybe wolves was too much of a word since they were only cubs back then #but they would run together and howl and play and fight and bite each other's ears under the watchful eye of their parents #laura would always outstrenght him when they fought pinning him down and nuzzling in his neck #but he had the upper hand on his youger brothers and he used to love racing them and chasing them down #his human sister and cousins were allowed to join the games as long as they were careful #and they would all run together past the trees exploring the forest #there was no fear back then no worries they were safe and happy and they were pack #looking at the group of teenagers now making themselves comfortable in the ruins of his house #derek wonders if he could ever give them that #they weren't born werewolves so they'd never be able to shift into a full wolf #but that sense of family of belonging of being together and loving each other unconditionally and being stronger for it #of being comfortable in their own skin of being pack #he wanted it for them #and he'd do his best to teach them #i write sometimes
can i just mention how he's actually talking from experience here? #he was that young once #he was that young and innocent and naive and stupid #he thought he was in love too #maybe he was #but then she went and destroyed everything he loved #shattered his whole world forever #left him all numb and hurt and angry and dry and feeling like he might never be able to experience what love feels like ever again #i write sometimes #FEEEEELS #derek
can we take a minute to appreciate this woman? #after having her dead son come back only to have him become a monster who killed and ate her husband shortly after #she didn't only have the strenght to keep going but she also had it in her to keep it together #and help dealing with everything that was happening #she also helped the people of her town through the pain of losing their loved ones again and continued being sheriff #and after all of this she still has it in her to be a pillar of support and strenght for bobby sam and dean everyonce in a while #jody mills everybody #i write sometimes
he has probably held it up to his chest and make him sleep and can you just imagine his little face drooling all over jensen’s shoulder and he has probably looked into his eyes and make stupid faces at him and hushed him and say ‘hey there baby’ when he’s looking right back at him with curious eyes and jensen smiles in that way that makes those crows-feet beside his eyes, eyes that are probably glassy cause he has held countless of babies but this is the baby of his friend, the guy he has known for seven years now, the one he met in his early twenties when he was just a kid himself and now that guy is a father and this little cute bundle in his arms is his baby
and he’s holding him
and jared and gen will probably be sitting on the couch together as this happens, pleased expressions on their faces as they smile and watch the interaction, and jensen will be so inmersed in the baby he won’t even look their way for a long while and jared and gen are fine with this cause it’s jensen and if there’s something they would truly entrust their friend with is their newborn
and jensen is holding it onto his shoulder and walking around the room with him and it’s about time gen feeds him but tommy hasn’t complained so she won’t take him away from jensen just yet cause the picture is just so cute she can’t help but stay were she is and lean a little more into jared’s chest as they keep watching their friend and their son with affection
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AU | WincestSam is an FBI agent and got the case of Dean Winchester, a criminal. Sam can’t help it but feel attraction for the guy, even if he knows it’s bad.
Inspired by this amazing video.
dean couldn't help but be amused #of all the scenearios in which he had pictured himself meeting his brother this certainly wasn't in the top 10 #it was weird though #how to sam he was nothing but a stranger. a criminal even #when dean knew down to the very last detail of his brother's life #and how could he not when they'd constantly checked on him and his perfectly normal family for as long as he can remember #the family john had researched for weeks before dropping baby sammy on their doorstep #leaving him with nothing but a tag with his name and the blanket mary had sewed for him before disappearing into the night #the night john decided to sacrifice a life with his younger son in order to ensure his happiness #that'd been john's parting gift after all: a normal safe and supernatural-less world #i write sometimes
jensen's a drug addict who spends his days sleeping in his excuse of an apartment and his nights walking streets looking for a fix #jared's a hard working mechanic with a caring soul who dropped out of college after his parents died to pay for his siblings education #one morning when jared gets to the shop he finds jensen passed out by the door #determined to help him jared offers him food and a place to stay as long as he helps out in the shop #meanwhile jensen struggles with his addiction as he tries not to let down this complete stranger #who has shown him more concern than his own family ever had #down this road they've decided to take together through secrets and disappointments #maybe they'll discover they're what the other has needed all along #i write sometimes