#stiles is dumb

[twpromptsillneverwrite]

Scott: Don't let your boyfriend Stiles distract you.

Derek: Stiles and I aren't dating.

Stiles: We aren't? Then what about the movie nights, the late night dinners, the amazing sex, the...

Derek: Wait, are we dating?

Isaac: Good thing you realized it cause you were about to miss your anniversary.

[subpar-celestial]

I NEED a formal apology for being weirded out by sterek because I just saw some shit with Tyler Hoachlen talking about how inconsistent his characters age is.

AND UPON REWATCH IT ISSSS!!! At the beginning Stiles openly States Derek is just a few years older than them (presumably 2-3 max), but as the show goes on I SWEAR they start treating this man like he's in his thirties!!

AND I KNOW y'all are gonna mention how Crystal Reed was older than Tyler Hoechlin and it's trueeee, but it's all about the perception. None of them were actually highschool age but we perceived them to be and then Derek just like kept getting older and older.

By the end he was pretty solidly roped in with the adults. In my mind there was the pack (Scott and the gang), the adult pack (parents+ Derek), and the puppy pack (you all know who all that refers to).

Basically my dumbass with short term memory forgot that Stiles literally says Derek is a few years older than him, and I got confused about the legitimacy of these fictional characters relationship.

[patolemus]

AU where Stiles and Derek are both in high school and they have this long standing rivalry that started years ago back when they were still in elementary school and they hate each other, absolutely despise each other. Do they remember why? Not really, but they do know they must beat the other at all costs.

Derek is captain of the basketball team and Stiles does track. They both have trophies and awards, Derek has won the state championship ever since he started playing, and Stiles gets gold or silver in all of his events during competitions. Their GPA is exactly the same, Stiles is a History genius and Derek always aces English. They both suck at Chemistry, and they hate Harris. It's the only thing they ever agree on.

The only other highlight of their high school career besides their epic and everlasting hate-hate relationship is the anonymous person they've been talking to through annotated books.

Stiles blames his impulsiveness, because one day in freshman year he picked up a book full of little notes in the margin of the pages in the library and decided to answer all of them with his own little insights. Somehow he ends up having entire conversations made in intervals of a few days, in the form of words written on paper.

Derek? Well, he likes to annotate books and have mini conversations with himself, and he uses a pencil to write them, it’s not like he’s permanently damaging school property or anything! He starts caring less and less about that, though, when someone starts leaving answers to his annotations, much more invested on the conversations than on the preservation of school property.

Now, years later, about eighty percent of the library's books contain little messages and full blown conversations between two complete strangers. Stiles and Derek are about to graduate, and neither of them knows who this other person is. Which is a tragedy because they're pretty sure this mysterious person is the love of their life.

Spoiler alert: they're right.

[feelsforsterek]

↳ TRUE ALPHA DEREK HALE SUPREMACY!!

[kvtnisseverdeen]

TEEN WOLF: 1.01 "Wolf Moon"

[dontcallpanic]

I was tagged by the unbelievably incredible @patolemus to do a not-wednesday WIP. And it's wednesday! So have a not-wednesday wednesday WIP!

Because you are the queen of breaking and filling my heart with your beautiful writing I wanted to share something deep and meaningful and profound. But I can only write goofy situational humour. So have this from the small strange town au WIP instead!

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Stiles only makes it about ten paces down the street before he hears the bang of a door and angry sounding footsteps. He’s not even sure how footsteps can sound angry but somehow they do. He doesn’t turn around because hey, not everything is about him and in this case, he really hopes it’s not about him. Besides he only knows Alison in this town and he may not know her well, but he knows her well enough to know she doesn’t stomp.

Then someone shouts his name.

Again? Seriously? How can this many people want to talk to him, he’s barely been here a day!

He turns around slowly, exercising a healthy amount of trepidation, wondering what the hell is going to happen now. His worries aren’t at all assuaged when he sees Cora of all people, stalking towards him with a perpetual scowl drawn across her face.

Stiles tries his hardest, he really does, but he can’t help taking a reflexive step back in the face of such unwarranted aggression. He does however, manage not to raise his hands in surrender as she walks right up to him and thrusts a paper bag into his chest.

“Here,” she says baring her teeth at him in what Stiles thinks is supposed to be a smile. Or an intimidation tactic.

It’s definitely an intimidation tactic.

“Wha – what the. What?” Stiles says eloquently, flinching bodily as if she has just handed him a live racoon. “What is it?”

Cora rolls her eyes.

“It’s food?” She says. The dumbass is implied.

Stiles blinks and stares suspiciously at the paper bundle. “Why is it?”

Cora rolls her eyes again and Stiles watches in awe as the corner of her mouth actually curves up in a sneer. He wishes his own sneer was that effective. This one could wither a man’s testicles at 50 paces. 10/10. Very effective. He swallows hard.

“Laura called,” Cora snaps. “She said you probably hadn’t eaten today and I had to give you food if you showed up – or whatever.”

She literally looks like she is too cool to be having this conversation with him and Stiles can’t help but feel like he’s the one who inconvenienced her, even when she was the one who chased him down. He quite literally, does not know how to feel about any of this.

“I uh. Wow. Um Thanks? That’s… nice?”

“Yeah, calm down. It’s just yesterday’s leftovers.” She turns to walk away before she abruptly spins back around and pokes a very threatening finger towards his chest.

“And stay out of the woods.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Wh - why should I stay out of the woods? What's in the woods? What do you know about the woods?”

Cora literally growls in frustration and throws her hands up in the air.

“Or don’t – whatever. I don’t care. But don’t say I didn’t warn you, okay!”

And with that she spins around and stomps back into the coffee shop leaving Stiles gaping after her.

“Ohmygod, this town is weird,” Stiles mutters to himself, shaking his head and throwing an arm up in exasperation or despair – even he’s not sure at this point.

“Don’t worry dearie,” says a little old lady, awkwardly patting his elbow as she shuffles past. “She’s like that with everyone.”

“Oh. Great – thanks!” Stiles calls after the lady’s retreating back. “That makes me feel… so much better,” he trails off, the usual sarcasm falling a little flat but he supposes that’s only to be expected after receiving both threats and lunch in the same conversation.

Unfortunately, for Cora at least, she needn’t have bothered. All Stiles heard is ‘there’s definitely something going on in the woods. You really need to check this out.’ And let’s face it anyway, who really hears ‘don’t go into the woods’ and thinks ‘huh. That’s not suspicious at all. There’s definitely nothing there and I’d better not look.’

People just love to be dramatic.

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I always feel awkward tagging people in these because I'm extremly conscious of how incredibly well all the amazing people I could tag can write (and that they might have to read this if I tag them!) and I also don't want to bother anyone! But there's so many people I'd love to read snippets from sooo no pressure tags include:

@gege-wondering-around @hellameyers @oldefashioned (just if you want to share at any point when you're back <3) @patolemus (again if you wanna share anything else now or in the future!)

And anyone else who wants to - feel free to tag me too!

I have been obsessed with what everyone has been sharing recently! There have been SO MANY amazing words I can barely cope!!

[novasillies]

Somewhere, in a dark and twisted alternate universe, Teen Wolf is a comic. Trump was never president there. World hunger was ended.

[teenwolf-confessions]

[blackhholes]

-castles crumbling

[anewp0tat0]

*kicks the door down* IM NOT LATE

Happy Birthday to our collective son!!

I feel pretty cruel for making dark art on his bday. but I mean yana said it first, it's not typically a day to celebrate. so I'm just following.. ;)

[sterekyrround]

Sending a Message by SYR- A Sterek Prattle

TW: Violence, Death

Inspired by this:

Stiles looked down at his fingernails, his face impassive as he listened to Scott drone on about moral high ground. It was odd to him, at least in theory, that he considered this man his brother for so long. Technically, he is as their parents got married a while ago but still, this man who stands before him, he could no longer call his brother. This man, who went on his own merry adventures only to come to back to Beacon Hills and cause chaos. Reviving his lost love all the while forcing Stiles’ only love to eternal suffering. Forcing Derek’s son, Eli, to relive the Hale curse. So no, Stiles wouldn’t interrupt Scotts pathetic blathering, but he also wouldn’t listen, instead he looked down at his hands. Hands that have killed men and if there’s one thing, he’s trying to stop himself from doing at this very moment is wrapping his hands around Scott’s throat and watching the light vanish from his eyes.

                “Are you listening to me Stiles? You can’t do what I think you’re about to do, you can’t bring him back without also bringing back Void. You don’t- you can’t want that!” Scott screamed, the vein in his forehead pulsed.

Stiles pursed his lips as he lifted his head, regarding Scott with disdain. Looking behind Scott, he could see his merry little pack but what he saw to the side solidified his resolve. His father, the Sherriff, stood behind Eli, holding onto his shoulders as the kid cried silently.

                “You know Scott, being away from all of this and dealing with human criminals, I thought I’d seen it all. Their idiotic reasoning as to why they did what they did but, standing here and listening to you is making me realize I hadn’t.” Stiles eyes were hooded as he glared at Scott, “You have two options, either you help, or you get out of my way. There is a third, but I don’t think you’d like it.”

                “Stiles what do you mean? I came here to warn you, it’s why I brought him.” Stiles followed Scott’s finger that was pointing at a man about his own height, he looked like an average joe but there was something about him. Stiles raised both eyebrows and beaconed the man forward.

                The man bowed his head, smiling at Scott before looking back towards Stiles, a serious demeanor put back in place, this was the first red flag for Stiles, but he let them continue their charade.

 “My name is Henry. I am a druid like your Emissary Deaton. As soon as I heard that the Void had been defeated, I came to make sure he stayed that way. I have already spoken to your Alpha and explained how detrimental it was to make sure the portals that allowed the Void to be vanquished stayed closed. I understand you all lost a pack member, but we must make sure he did not die in vain, you understand, don’t you?”

Stiles watched the man as he spoke and it made him smile, but he kept that an internal one for now. What people don’t seem to understand is how much information they give when they are trying to be deceitful. And what people tend to never see is how much Stiles can see through their bullshit, call it his supernatural ability to read through lines and listen through the bullshit, to the heart of the matter, the heart of that person, and all Stiles can see with this man is the same bullshit he sees within Deaton. Men (and women), druids, all do the same thing, they try to garner as much power through their books and potions until someone notices and then they con their way into making themselves the ‘all-knowing’.

Another thing people tend to overlook is why Stiles never contacted or came back to Beacon Hills, barely speaking to his father and when he did, he spoke about nothing, but he knew all. They overlook how much different he carried himself, how his smile never came easily anymore. They overlook how much Eli looked like him and Derek or how Derek never mentioned he had son and then poof one day he walks into the Sheriff station with a 2-year-old. No one questions why Beacon Hills has been so quiet for 13 years and why only after Scott brought his merry band of nuisances did shit really hit the fans again.

So yes, while others don’t pay attention, Stiles does. And as he watches this man speak and spew his bullshit, he catches onto details that no druid would know about. Who told him of the Void, no one ever said anything about portal and the Void can not be vanquished but he continued to say it. From the information that Stiles gathered from speaking to his father before coming back to Derek’s home this evening, he personally didn’t believe it was the void that was terrorizing but, something that resembled and/or took on the Void’s persona.

                “You’ve said many things that I appreciate because it makes it easier for me with what I’m about to do to you.” Stiles smiled as she shed his leather jacket, revealing a tight fitted white short sleeved shirt, but more than that it revealed his forearms and half his biceps that were tattooed intricately with runes, his right forearm seemed to hold a wolf, in line art, one eye blue and one eye red with ears back and snarl perpetually on it’s face. He folded the jacket and placed it upon the table where the maps and books he had were laid out.

Turning back to his audience, “Now Henry, you don’t know me, but I can tell you one thing, I know you’re leaving something out and what I want to know is who is this message from.” Stiles smiled; one eyebrow raised as she held his hands behind his back. He could see out of the corner of his eye his father pulling Eli back into the hallway, towards the back of the house as the others stayed in the living room with him.

                “No one sent him Stiles; he came here to help. Deaton says we can trust him.” Sometimes Stiles felt bad for Scott, he never deserved the bite not because he was a bad person, but he didn’t have the spine for this life, his moral compass, skewed where he couldn’t see anything he needed to until it was too late. An Alpha needed to see things before they became deadly for his pack, and he didn’t have that.

                “Yes, I’ve worked with Deaton and his sister in the past and I am here to assist your pack.” Henry said, moving back a step to stand in tandem with Scott, keep his smile upon his face as if that would hide his intention.

                “You keep saying my pack, my Alpha but you’re wrong. My pack, is the Hale pack, Scott is not my Alpha.” Stiles could hear the shocked gasps from Scott and his merry band. “Oh, come on now, we haven’t spoken in 13 years, you really think I’m your pack, you all are barely a pack. You only come together when this idiot fucks up, that’s not a pack, that is what most would call a crisis team. And isn’t that ironic the crisis team arrives when they one of them causes a crisis.” Stiles lets out a sharp laugh, throwing his head back before letting the laugh die out. Dropping his head down, he leaves the smile on his face, “And to trust someone just because dear old Deaton said so? No, no I don’t think so. The same emissary that wasn’t there for his last pack, who let his last pack burn to death and then made it his mission to erase their memory by replacing their ancestry claim on this land with you, Scott? No, I think not.” Stiles had been walking towards them whilst he’d been talking and once he reached Henry with strength no one probably imagined he grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the nearest wall, using his other hand to hold out a pointed, clawed finger towards Scott, “Stay the fuck back Scott.”

                “Stiles..you’re..when?” Stiles rolled his eyes as he looked at Henry and ignored Scott.

                “Now, you’re going to tell me who sent you to give me this message so that I know what message to send back.” Stiles said this as passively as if he’d been sitting down and drinking tea. Tilting his head, he let his hand open enough for the man to talk.

                “D-Deat-Deaton.” Hearing the name, Stiles released Henry’s throat a bit, making a motion with his eyebrows that meant ‘continue’ “He called him and said to come at once to convince everyone that going after Hale and the mimic would be wrong. He isn’t wrong, going to that realm is dangerous. If anything, Hale is already dead, and it would be a fruitless journey.” Stiles had been ready to let the guy go but he had to go and say that. He could feel his eyes burning.

Squeezing Henry’s throat was easy and crushing through it easier. He never even looked at the man he was killing, he was staring at Scott, red eyes gleaming. Once he felt the body go limp, he let it go and fully turned towards his old pack. “You want to know why you can’t move? Magic.” He said simply, he could see Scott trying to move and the rest of them doing the same. “Now can you see why I never trusted Deaton?”

                “If what he said was right, then I agree with Deaton Stiles.” Scott said with a look of disgust that Stiles smile. “So, you left and became a murderer?”

                “I didn’t murder him.” Stiles said simply as he grabbed a kitchen towel that was close, wiping his hand.

                “He was only giving you a message! He was a messenger; you could have told him what you wanted him to say!” Scott was irate, his eyes were burning red, but his red wasn’t as vibrant as Stiles’. “You ever hear of ‘don’t kill the messenger?’”

                This made Stiles chuckle, walking close to Scott, he let the magic fall, watching Scott charge him. They really should have listened to Derek when he was training them years ago. Dodging to the right a smidge he grabbed Scott by the throat and lifted him up so that his legs dangled,

                “But I do believe in killing the messenger Scott, ‘wanna know why?” he tilted his head, watching his former brother claw at hand holding him by the throat. He brought Scott’s face closer to his before whispering, “Because it sends a message.”

[miss-meichu]

Character A: randomly losing control of their magic and instead of finding an outlet to release it on they just let it flow over themselves, use to the pain

Character B: Noticing one night, suddenly very mad at Character A

[stereknation]

Filter Out the Starlight by skoosiepants 

Summary: “Why are you not more curious about me?” Stiles says when Derek’s got the door half open, sun spilling over the dark wood, dust motes spinning about his legs. Stiles is wearing fabric that hasn’t been invented yet, he’s clutching a smart phone to his chest, and he appeared out of nowhere, like an angel. 

Softly, Derek says, “We all have our secrets,” and closes the door.

Or -

A heartbroken Stiles accidentally travels back in time to find his one true love. A harlequin-ish Christmas romance.

Rating: Teen +

Main Character(s): Stiles Stilinski

Additional Character(s): Derek Hale, Cora Hale, Vernon Boyd, Malia Tate, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes. 

Pairing(s): Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Tags: Alternate Universe, Time Travel, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Romance, Angst with a Happy Ending

Words: 12,238

Chapters: 1/1

[grapecaseschoices]

/venting

[tofixtheshadows]

why would you admit this

[dontcallpanic]

A bit late as always but I was tagged by the incredible @patolemus and the wonderful @gege-wondering-around to do a WIP-Whenever!

If you happen to be reading this, do yourself a favour and go and check out their WIPs! I am still reeling!

Disclaimer: This is still the Strange Small Town au but it's something i've written recently and its wildly unedited at the moment - and I'm dyslexic so please, please, please tell me if I have a dumb typo. I will not be embarassed - nothing can embarass me anymore, not after repeatedly mixing up tests and testes for my (bound and submitted) disseration!

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A book tucked high up on the shelf catches his eye – B. H. Lore

He doesn't know why this one in particular grabs his attention but he finds himself slipping it off the shelf before he can think twice.

What surprises him more than anything else, though, is how the book is entirely handwritten. He frowns, quick fingers leafing though, scanning page after page of elegant script and unbelievably detailed drawings of... monsters?

Honest to god, straight out of an arcane legend, monsters.

Stiles arches an eyebrow, hardly daring to believe that the first book he selected is an actual, real life, bestiary.

It looks genuine too, Stiles can see where the pen has dug into the paper, tiny blots of ink scattered from the ends of words. He can feel the indents, see the imperfections in the ink, the discolouration of time. The cover seems like leather, embossed with faded gold lettering. In short, this book is old as balls. And if it's not autentic well, it's one hell of an art project.

Stiles hmms to himself, teeth pursing his lips together as he turns this anomaly over in his mind.

This book looks like it's straight out of someone's private collection, so what is it doing on a publicly accessible library shelf?

His fingertips tingle, a shock of anticipation thrilling through him. He feels as if he might actually be getting somewhere now. Somehow he knows this book has the answers to his questions. Well, maybe not the ones about human combustion, but definitely the ones about red-eyed monsters lurking in the woods.

His hands still of their own accord, the book falling open to an ink sketch of a large, ancient tree and a chill shivers down his spine. He's never seen anything like it. The sheer detail is... breathtaking.

The drawing spans the entire width of the book, intricate roots twining down to fall off the edges and long branches stretching out like fingers. All along the limbs of the tree, there is writing, minute, cursive and arcane. He leans forward bringing the book closer, nose almost touching the page as he squints to make out what it says.

Sing over bones...

“Interesting choice."

Stiles jumps, startling to attention and nearly drops the book. He fumbles it, bouncing the book physically between his palms, his face screwed with the agony of trying to protect the delicate, leather bound tome from complete destruction.

The book falls open as his palm gets a grip on the back cover and Stiles watches with the kind of slow motion that only horror can bring as an entire ream of paper slips from the front and scatters like glass across the floor.

The world freezes as Stiles stares at the destruction around him before he slowly, ever so slowly, turns his head to look at the woman who's eyes are now blazing with a fury that could set fire to his entire soul.

“In my defence,” he starts before the red-headed Valkyrie can even open her mouth. “You startled me.”

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For next week, or whenever, always no pressure whatsoever tags are: @patolemus @gege-wondering-around @hellameyers and whoever else wants to share! As always thank you for reading and I hope nice things come your way!