derek is not a failwolf

Congrats to this fic for finally getting me off my ass to write reviews for fics? Ugh. This story made me so mad. I’ll own up to having some… biases. Especially towards Derek. I love the guy, ok? I generally think it’s kind of shitty that he has a reputation for being a failwolf. That being said… This fic totally takes the ‘Stiles knows how to run a pack and what it means to be a good alpha’ to it’s extreme but logical conclusion....

“I thought you said this was a pack meeting?” Erica said with a sharp edge to her tone. It grated on Derek’s nerves. He knew he only had himself to blame—he’d bitten teens and now he was responsible for them. At least until they were adults and he could drive them out of his territory. Whenever they wondered about his short temper and harshness, it took everything in him to tell them it was because they weren’t pack but he was still responsible for them and, thus, had to tolerate them in his territory....

1 His chest is heaving and he feels panic clawing at his control. Everything inside of him is screaming at him to keep running. Derek hasn’t seen Kate since the day before the fire. Well, in person at least. He’s seen her in his nightmares often enough. That scene back in the burnt-out shell of his house could’ve been taken straight out of his nightmares. He can’t help but shudder at the things she’d said…...

Pride Stiles had a problem. A fashion problem. It was a problem because he liked his clothes and the way he dressed. It was comfortable and he felt attractive. Something pretty much everyone in his life had a hard time believing. How could he feel attractive in baggy clothes and flannel? Sporting the grunge look when it wasn’t the right kind of retro? Some people thought he was trying to hide his body because he wasn’t as cut or bulky as many of his friends....