#stiles is a little shit

[stereksimp]

Imagine newly turned werefox Stiles training with Derek. Masters all his senses amazingly fast and transformation. Maybe going as far as figuring out full shift as well. (I love the idea of Stiles just fully accepting his fox that he can full shift.)

However, stealth training does not go well. He doesn't understand how he is still making so much noise or how he still flails and falls with his 'super reflexes'.

Derek's patience is running thin. He can't figure out how to get Stiles to get it right.

Then Scott decides to help a little after Stiles complains to him a few too many times. He goes to Derek to tell him that Stiles needs a reason and incentive to figure stealth out. The senses came easy because they were overwhelming him, and he needed it to stop, but what does he really need stealth for. He didn't need it before as a human fighting the big bad, so why does he need it now.

Now, there are a few ways Derek could go about this, but my personal favorite is Derek sneaks into Stiles' room and lands the perfect stealth kiss. It is their first kiss, and Stiles is left stunned for a few minutes. (His scent gives him away.) When he comes back, Derek is already gone, and there is a sticky note on his forehead that says, "If you want another kiss, I can't see you coming."

Challenge accepted. Something clicks in his brain after obsessing the rest of the night on all Derek's lessons. He needs to get this because he will kiss Derek.

(Stiles is a little shit and loves to fuck with people.)

Derek expects the attempts to start at the latest the next day, and they do sort of. The first time he realizes is when at the end of their pact meeting, he puts his hands in his jacket pockets and finds a chocolate kiss and doesn't know when he put it in his pocket during the meeting. The next morning, he finds a single red rose on his nightstand and a fresh fruit salad in his fridge.

As the week goes on he gets more little presents without ever catching Stiles, and he begins to think he may have made a monster but all the little presents are so cute (he'll never admit it though). The next pack meeting is when he breaks.

Stiles walks in right on time and just tosses him a chocolate kiss. Derek growls and prowls towards him while Stiles just stands there with a smirk on his face, and everyone else is just staring. He grabs him by the face and slams their lips together in a biting kiss.

[hiseyebrowsaregone]

[based off something said irl]

Danny: So who in the pack do you think are tops and who do you think are bottoms?

Stiles: hmm, Scott gives bottom energy

Stiles: Lydia gives top

Stiles: Derek also top

Stiles: Jackson bottom maybe

Stiles: and Theo gives off single bitch energy!

[sterekmylove]

Expect The Unexpected

A/N: Also Posted On My A03

Summary: Stiles expect a lot of things, it comes naturally when you the sheriffs son and your friends are supernatural creatures. But sometimes even no matter the title of it all Stiles can still be faced with the Unexpected. He doesn't know how to react.

Pairing: Derek and Stiles

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He expected the price of it being prepared for whatever reason this time to be incredibly high making his pockets burn a hole through them on their own, his wallet crying from the abuse of lack of money– he won’t be able to eat lunch today sadly, he could always steal off of Scotts tray when the wolf cub; as Derek sometimes calls him when he's not in a grouchy mood and Scott hadn’t done anything stupid to make Derek call him a welp– When he isn’t looking.  Stiles expected the walk to long and dreadful no cars passing by– the tow truck man not offering the pale teen a ride and just taking his jeep without a word– Stiles couldn’t stop the way his jaw dropped in complete disbelief as the rusty truck had sped away from the him.

The Audacity!.  Stiles had flipped off the truck as he walked and till the truck left his line of sight.  Worst service ever!.

When the brown hair boy made it to school he knew he missed at least two periods and honestly he didn't mind.  At least he doesn’t have to deal with Mr. Harris today and his biased dislike for Stiles, Stiles thinks he delight, the man is just a grouchy thirty-three year old virgin who gets off on giving innocent children detention… okay Stiles will admit he's not completely innocent but hey! that paper ball was Scotts fault okay!! Not Stiles!.  As Stiles made his way towards the school,  finally coming into view, passing through the double doors towards the office to sign himself in for his lateness he hadn’t expected to see someone else there sitting in the student waiting chair writing down on a piece of paper– one Stiles was actually familiar with. It was a transfer form, seeing by the big bold fonts on the yellow slip that caught his eye immediately as he passed the other.  Huh a new kid… Stiles couldn’t help but think in his head why a new student was applying to BH High School in the middle of the year.  The brunette walked up to the front desk grabbing the binder that was open, the subheading on the inside reading ‘Late Book’ ah yes rub it in why don’t cha?.  The sheriff's son writes his name quickly, his letters becoming a little sloppy as he continues smacking the pen down looking ahead to the front desk attendant– Margret was her name– with a small apologetic smile, Margret gave him a look soon after rolling her eyes at him.  She didn’t have the time to deal with Stiles today.

Stiles turns ready to leave but his eyes land on the new student, they were a boy obviously– or maybe a girl? Stiles shouldn’t assume– but he has short hair!-- but so can girls!-- he has broad shoulders!-  so can woman though!-- I don’t see jack women at this school– maybe they’ll be the first one!! Stiles was having an argument in his head.  He shouldn’t–  “It's disrespectful to stare y’know.” a voice broke through his clouded brain tugging Stiles back to the surface of reality.  Definitely a dude!.  Stiles has to blink a couple of times to be able to see what's in front of him.  He looks at the new student in awe watching as they seem to finally be done with the paperwork pressing the pen down hard against the sheet most likely marking down a period.  Stiles watches as he stands– he was a little shorter than him. It was kinda funny, when the kid finally looked up towards Stiles the teen could feel the way his doe brown eyes widened a bit, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise, his jaw going slack as he looked at that face.

He knows that face! He has seen that face in pictures, that face had a bright smile in those photos and a mischief glint in those sea green eyes, that tan skin… 

That face right now held a slight shock expression that was soon replaced to one of annoyance and a speck of vulnerability.   “Of course I bump into you first of all people.” he growled out clearly not enjoying the situation that he's in.  “Derek?...” Stiles said quietly as if the world around him would shatter if he spoke too loud staring at– well now teenager?.  Shit he’s losing his mind isn’t he?.  This is his breaking point? Hallucination?.  Derek lets out a deep sigh, the familiar v taking its rightful place between his brows when his mildly upset and annoyed– yep definitely sourwolf.  “Yes Stiles, it's me” the Omega groans out tiredly in defeat. Out of everything– EVERYTHING Stiles expected, a renewed teenage Derek was not one of them!.  This definitely calls for a pack meeting! And judging by the switch of emotions on Derek's face, the wolf can tell exactly what Stiles was thinking and he didn't like it one bit.

[equallyloyalandlethal]

Pls tell sth about What’s the Supernatural Retirement Age🙏 I’m super intrigued!

It's a little one-shot with Steo after college where Theo is complaining about having to take care of yet another "Monster of the Week" while flopping on the couch.

Snippet:

"I'm kind of tired of grand adventures and being the hero. Can't we just…retire?”

“Pretty sure that would involve moving out of this hell-town,” Stiles snorted, settling further into the couch, head lolling back to rest on the hard edge.

Theo lifted his head, making direct eye-contact with his boyfriend, “That could be arranged.”

[equallyloyalandlethal]

Heheh, yeah, it’s fun to have human characters let all the animal/primal urges out in a fight bc that’s 100% where they would surface first. All the adrenaline and the need to just survive by whatever means necessary, it’s only logical that a non-trained human in a life or death situation would go feral.

i love when human characters fight in ways that are so so not human

[milkcryptid]

trickster & mischief

[teencopandthesourwolf]

Stiles: Peter, do you like Johnny Cash songs?

Peter: What?

Stiles: Well, you fell into a burning ring of fire.

Stiles: You went down, down, down, and the flames they went higher.

Peter: Why, you evil little shit!

Peter: I knew there was a reason I liked you ;>

[letthestorieslive]

Established relationship for @scisaacweek

[jocollins]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Eli Hale, Derek Hale & Sheriff Stilinski, Eli Hale & Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf) Characters: Derek Hale, Eli Hale (Teen Wolf), Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf) Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Grieving Derek Hale, Eli Hale is a Little shit, Meltdown, Mental Breakdown, Derek Hale is a Softie, Derek Hale is a good dad, Supportive Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Panic Attacks, Truth, Autistic Derek Hale, Family Feels, Stiles Stilinski is Derek Hale's Anchor, Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing, Healing, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Eventual Happy Ending Summary:

Derek finds out that he's been set up for dates, that Eli is setting him up for dates. Unfortunately it's the last drop before everything becomes too much to bear.

[triskhellion]

I'm sure there are others, but this is the one I know:

Wind, Rain, and Sunny Skies by KatieBean E | 120k (WIP) a/b/o | werewolves are known | angst (w/ happy ending)

Derek is a sad and lonely alpha werewolf without a pack--Peter doesn't count. Then Peter opens his trunk one night and an omega springs free. Everything changes.

I'm looking for a fanfic of Sterek, where Derek is Peter's son, so somebody knows?

[justsomestorys]

Some years ago I read some Teen Wolf fanfic with a tag 'Stiles see ghosts', and fell in love with the idea

So my brain came up with their own fic of that tag, with them older and post-canon, but there was a problem:

I couldn't just write post-canon, because if Stiles saw ghosts during all of it, a lot of small things would change, and I hate the "Let's make a werewolf series where the pack is the most important thing then kill half of it" so I refuse to write that.

And that's how I ended up writing a fix-it fic from the beginning, where I tried to change only the minor things and keep the plot, but now have 70k words by the end of season two, where plot of the beginning of season three had already fallen apart, and half of some of the others seasons too... like I just fixed one thing and then one entire season disappeared like, it is that easy???

[hiseyebrowsaregone]

Derek: Hey, I'm gonna run to the store and get some food. Do you want anything?

Stiles: I want some gum

Derek: But that only lasts two seconds.

Stiles: Like you did last night?

[bunnyskull152]

Stiles: [holding a giant teddy bear] “Hey guys! Guess who made 15 baskets in a row at the county fair!”

Theo: “Some kid we beat up!”

[teecupangel]

Have you seen the show Ultimate Beastmaster? Imagine if the assassins tried that thinking no one is looking and everyone is just staring at them shocked because they did the whole course flawlessly

“Okay, anyone wants to tell me how this catastrophe happened?” Bill asked thru gritted teeth as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Well, a few millennias ago, a race of powerful-”

“I am not talking about the Solar Flare and you know it!” Bill glared at his only son who had been a quiet obedient kid…

Until he became friends with the three banes of Bill’s existence…

The other three narrowed their eyes at him which Bill ignored.

They had always been a bit too protective of his son.

But that only served to spoil Desmond and Bill wished he could find a way to pull him away from their ‘influence’ but they were the best field agents right now and Desmond needed to learn from the best.

But that did not mean…

Bill turned his laptop around where a video titled “Awesome Beastmaster Clears By The White Hood Gang!” was paused. It already had 21 million views and it had only been a goddamn day since it was uploaded. That kind of statistic was simply too much and Bill was quite sure Abstergo most probably rewatched this… a lot.

“So… anyone wants to explain this to me?”

All four men remained quiet and adopted blank expressions on their faces.

“Did none of you even consider that those cameras would have been recording even IF the shooting was scheduled tomorrow?!”

They all looked at one another before Ezio, their usual spokesperson, explained, “We were running away from Templars after acquiring the POE they had been delivering nearby. We noticed the obstacle course and decided it would be much faster to proceed thru it than to go around it, perhaps even lose some of our pursuers in the course itself and give us more time to get away.”

Ezio was surprisingly serious as he concluded, “It was a calculated risk we needed to take to accomplish the mission.”

Bill stared at him with a ‘don’t bullshit me, kid’ expression as he pushed the spacebar.

The laptop’s tiny speakers soon let out Ezio’s holler of “You gotta be faster than that, fratello mio! My younger brother is faster than you!”

Ezio didn’t twitch even as Bill said, “And was trash-talking Altaïr also necessary in completing the mission?”

The video kept playing and they heard a commentator that had been added to the video announce, “Oh! White Hood No 1 just grabbed 2 from the back and pulled him down! He skids- AND he’s able to hold on to the chains!”

Bill turned his not-angry-only-disappointed-and-having-a-headache-because-of-your-stupidity expression at Altaïr, “And sabotaging Ezio? Was that also necessary?”

“It was planned,” Altaïr replied vaguely and all four kept their blank expressions on.

Bill glared at the supposed prodigy of their Brotherhood and wondered if Rashid would mind if he hit his grandson on the head with a rolled-up newspaper.

Repeatedly.

“And 3 and 4 just jumped over 2! 4 is even laughing and-”

“A little help?!”

“You can do it! We believe in you!”

“-It seems 3 and 4 will not be helping 2 up!”

Bill turned to glare at his son and Ratonhnhaké:ton who he had thought would be above all this.

It seemed he had been wrong.

Bill finally clicked the spacebar once more to pause the video and rubbed the bridge of his nose again as he announced, “All of you are off the field until further notice. You will all be in support duty while Erudito cleans up your mess. Report to Shaun for further instructions.”

“Yes, sir.” They all answered curtly.

“Dismissed.”

He waited until they were all out of his office. Then waited a couple of minutes more to be sure they wouldn’t see him in their Eagle Vision before groaning as he slumped into his seat. He took the secret bottle of scotch he had in the bottom drawer of his office desk and didn’t bother to take the glass next to it, simply twisting the cap off and taking a large swing from the bottle itself.

Maybe he should just ship them all to Achilles.

Make them do actual ‘field’ work as punishment.

Then again…

Achilles would probably hunt him down and cane him in a week or so of having to deal with their own brand of bullshit.

[jade-jupiter]

to have the type of friendship that stiles and scott have in season 1 is the dream

[trickster-shi]

Best feeling in the world: getting a huge burst of inspiration for a fic that encompasses the entire fic so clearly you know exactly what to write.

Worst feeling in the world: the above hits you at work and you have hours to go before you can do the writing.

**pterodactyl screeches**