TEEN WOLF AU: Derek gets daily affirmations from Tyler Hoechlin
Inspired by this post, what if every time Derek Hale says something negative about himself, Hoechlin will burst in out of nowhere and tell him that “it’s not true” and whenever Derek tries to argue, Hoechlin will say something positive about Derek and bro-hug him and pat him on the shoulder? (No one loves Derek more than Hoechlin)
“What’s a cheat day?” Derek mumbled finally at his hands.
“Only the best thing ever,” Tyler said, cheery, and clapped him on the shoulder and had him drive them an hour out of town so no one could recognize or harass him, turned on the radio to soft blues and settled easy in the passenger seat, had him pull up at a cozy mom-n-pop ice cream place to get waffle cones with strawberry—his favorite—and then out for sticky cinnamon buns and sweet peach slushies, and when dinner rolled around a couple hours later, found them a hazy, low ceiling, decently populated, honest-to-god, tavern with barrels for bar stools—
“Is the smoke going to be a problem?” Tyler asked, worried now. That was weird; his face was so expressive. When he smiled, he looked like someone you’d like to get to know better.
“No,” Derek said; it wasn’t too big a deal. “It’s fine.”
They found a seat, a neat square of a table, two chairs, Tyler took the wobbly one, kitty-corner to him out of the way of the foot traffic, near the wall so Derek could put his back to it. When their sever slithered up from the bar, she took a good long look at them, handed them waters, laughed and said, friendly and smiling, “Aw, sorry boys, you’re a couple days late for twin night. Brothers?” she laughed again. “You never know, I’ve seen some pretty convincing cousins.”
“Oh,” Derek said, hunching, “Well—” you can’t just say it, he knew, Scott didn’t like it, nobody did—
“Yeah,” Tyler interrupted, watching him and then grinning hugely, leaning back and clapping a hand once more on Derek’s shoulder, effortlessly charming and happy. Derek huddled around his water, quietly jealous, but leaned a little into it. “Guess who’s older. No don’t—it’s me,” and laughed again with her. “What do you have on tap?”
She listed off her stock by rote, and Tyler picked out two and then a side of nachos, deluxe, and wings, and some crunchy potato peels, and halfway through the crackly, juicy skin of one of the wings, Derek said at a hush, “I like cheat days.”
Tyler was quiet and then said, “Anytime.”
(spiritual successor to this)
“—and anyway, Dylan’s a really good kisser so it wasn’t too awkward to shoot,” Tyler was saying.
Derek choked on his beer.
"But you, um, act it like that? Like we’re—. Like you’re—" Derek said cautiously, and the corner of Tyler’s mouth dipped into a frown; it was the most like what Derek saw in the mirror that he’d seen him look yet.
"We don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to," he said. "If it’s—uncomfortable for you, that’s fine. I don’t want you to think that I—"
"He’s a lot younger than me," Derek blurted out.
"Yeah," Tyler said. "But I guess. I always thought Derek sort of stopped after—" he hesitated, eyes flickering to Derek’s face, and then sighed and said, "after Kate, for a while. And Stiles grew up too fast after his mom died, so."
"Yeah," Derek said.
"It’s just stuff I made up," Tyler said gently. "It doesn’t mean anything about how you—"
"I know it’s not real," Derek said, embarrassed at how raw his voice sounded. "I’ve—we’ve never. that never happened. And Stiles wouldn’t—uh, I think he likes girls."
"Well, it didn’t really—it was a dream sequence, actually," Tyler said. "On the show."
"Oh," Derek said. Tyler took a sip of his beer, watching him quietly over the rim of his glass. "My dream?" Derek said.
"Hm?" Tyler said.
"On the show," Derek said, tracing his finger through the condensation on the bar. "It was you—my dream, right? sort of a one-sided, weird, um. pathetic—"
"It was Stiles’ dream," Tyler said. "You want another round?"
"Yes, please," Derek said.