#teammates!sterek

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Thoughts on a Wreck-It Ralph Sterek AU, where Derek comes from a violent, first person shooter game like Halo or Call Of Duty while Stiles comes from a bright, goofy, whimsical game like Mario Kart or Splatoon?

Honestly I think the idea is awesome but super funny. You’ll also have to sit with me here because I know nothing about video games or Wreck-it Ralph. To me, Stiles will always be the person more capable of violence, even if Derek is a werewolf. So the fact that he’s in a lighthearted game is super funny.

Derek doesn’t know anything but a life of violence. He mourns for a family that was never really his; as all the time he has with them are the violent flashbacks of the story line. He hates the argents with a passion, as they were the ones who order his family’s death. That’s why his character signed up for the military, to get revenge. Stiles is a mage who has never reached his full potential. His game is an adventure game, he tries to live up to a mother he never had, as everyone always tells him that she was the most powerful mage to live. Stiles always feels like he falls short. His character is like a fox and for some odd reason is treated harsher than the villian in his game. He is always wondering what the ending of the game would be like as no one has played until the end.

While Derek probably got sick of the unending violence of his game, it’s stiles who actually crossed over. Stiles got completely mind meltingly bored of his life within the game. He got tired of being stuck and feeling like he doesn’t belong. Being the ever so curious and mischievous person he is goes looking for an exit and finds it.

He leaves his game and Deaton puts out orders to drag him back by any means necessary. Stiles ends up running to Derek’s game because he knows that the characters from his won’t be brave enough to follow him in.

Derek was in the middle of a game, hoping that whomever was playing was semi decent so he would have to watch teammates die all over again. It doesn’t matter to him that they come back to life afterwards. When an boy falls from the sky. Derek thinks he’s the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. Something clicks in his chest and for once in his life feels whole again. He can’t remember the last time he met someone so full of life.

And when stiles tells him, he escaped from his game, Derek is ecstatic that he can get away from the death of his game.

The two of them go on the run while Deaton looks to drag them back. Derek swears to protect him, stiles promises to make him laugh. They make friends though out the games that they visit, and Derek has never been happier. In the end they find out that stiles code has been tampered with (like the little girl from wreak it Ralph). Deaton had tampered with Stiles’ code to suppress his magic. Deaton had grown jealous that Stiles was more powerful than him. Always stuck to be nothing more than a mentor, a passing character. Stiles and Deaton fight, and Derek unable to leave stiles behind takes a hit for him. In his anger stiles manages to knock Deaton out but it’s not enough to save Derek.

Stiles is begging and pleading Derek to be okay, but Derek smiles at him,“I promise you, I’ll be back, I’ll wake up again.” But they both know that only works if you die within your game. Derek has died before, but this has had to be the best one. And he tells stiles this, asks him to smile. Stiles kisses Derek.

Now I have two separate way to get to the ending:

1. Stiles in that moment unlocks all his abilities, like he would have if anyone ever played his game to the end and is able to save Derek and rewrites their codes

Or 2. Derek dies there in his arms, dissolving into pixels. And he wakes up, back his game with a killer headache. Must of been a bad round last game, he can’t remember anything after the middle of the game. Strange of him to die that early. Even stranger is the pain in his chest, Derek checks for injuries but he can’t find any, but it still feels like he got shot in the heart. Derek swears that he’s forgetting something but he can’t remember what. He spends the next few games in a haze. Something in the back his head tells him that something just isn’t right. For a brief moment as he dies each game, he remembers whiskey golden eyes and the prettiest smile he even seen.

Stiles on the other hand cannot forget what it was like to lose Derek. He is dragged back to his game, in chains by Deaton. His code is locked up even tighter than before. Deaton tells him that Stiles will be stuck in this game, and he’ll never see Derek again. The pain is unbearable and this cause Stiles to try and rewrite his code to forget Derek.

****this part is not apart of the story line but I like angst so feel free to skip but Double angst: Stiles manages to erase Derek from his memories. What he doesn’t know is that this has happened over and over again. Stiles begins to feel like something is missing from his life and goes to escape, finds Derek and loses Derek over and over again. No wonder the hale pack away treated them like friends, as they’ve know each other before, but they couldn’t say anything. Each time they fall in love, desperately trying to get it right. Desperately trying to save each other. No matter what Deaton does, no matter the code that he edits. Stiles always escapes and finds Derek and every-time they fall in love.****

Back to the story line, what Deaton doesn’t know is that pain, especially pain received out side of one’s own game, changes your code. So while stiles was looking for a way to forgot Derek he finds a way to send him messages.

Derek was on edge, everyone in his game could see it. He was far more reckless now, pulling stupid stunts to get himself killed. He’s hoping to see more of the eyes and smile that haunts him. He’s in the middle of a fight with an Npc, when he gets hit in the head and sees code. So when the game ends he goes to the console, something he has never done, and looks at the code of his game.

It’s there that he finds the messages from stiles. And it’s there that he remembers who stiles is. Derek is fill with rage, as he promises to get stiles free. Deaton wouldn’t know what was coming his way. Derek was the best hunter on his team, his early kills being savage enough to warrant the nickname wolf. He was going to rip Deaton apart and laugh at his corpse.

So he packs up and leaves his game, and hunts down stiles. His picks up the friends he made on his journey with stiles (Erica, Boyd, Issac, etc.) they managed to get stiles free and Derek does what he says he would. He rips Deaton apart, for the first time in his life he relishes in the violence he causes. Stiles unlocks every line of his code and he puts Deaton in chains.

He edits the code in his game and Derek’s to allow for each other to become a character if they so choose. Derek mostly goes to Stiles game, as he hates the idea of Stiles living in his game, of being nothing more than a soldier when Stiles is so much more.

They have each other and they have a home to go to, neither of them ever feel alone again. Derek tells the story of an angel falling from the sky at their wedding. The single moment that changed his life.

Anywhere, I hope you enjoyed this!! Thanks for the ask!!

[mrspasser]

The things he does for his pack

Pinterest showed me a tweet from someone who fed his co-workers pot brownies because he didn't want to be the only one dirty on the random drug test. I had some thoughts about that and the result is this Sterek fanfic :-)

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There’s a chilly wind blowing that he can barely ward off with the upturned collar of his jacket, his ass has gone numb from the hard bench and a few rows below him there’s a man eating nachos with the most obnoxious artificial flavouring Derek has ever smelled. 

The things he does for his pack…

At least the game isn’t a total shit show. He isn’t all that fond of lacrosse - he was on the basketball team himself, but most of his pack plays. Boyd is the newest recruit and though he’s sitting on the bench next to Stiles right now, he’s scheduled to take his place in the goal for the last two quarters. Jackson, Isaac and Scott each usually play the whole game and Stiles plays a quarter here and there - as long as he doesn’t annoy the coach too much.

They’re ahead, with only a few minutes left of the second quarter. The Beacon Hills Cyclones started off strong and scored six goals already, to a meagre two of their opponents. If they keep this up, they’ll win the game by a landslide. Stiles might even get to play. 

Besides him, Erica cheers loudly as Isaac scores the seventh goal, right before the referee blows his whistle. The team gathers around their coach to hear his instructions, though a few of them are more focused on the water cooler than game tactics. They’re laughing and bumping into each other, ignoring Finstock when he calls them to order. It seems like they think the game is won already. Derek hears both Scott and Jackson berate their teammates. If they win this game, they’ll compete in the state championships, so there’s a lot riding on this game.

“Go get ‘m, babe!” Erica yells when Boyd jogs towards the goal after the break. The young werewolf looks back and lifts his stick in response and Derek gives him a supportive nod. Boyd joined the team mostly because of his pack mates and the role of goalie fits him well. He’s not flawless, he doesn’t have enough field experience for that, but his werewolf reflexes make up for a lot.

The game restarts and it only takes a few minutes to see that a good part of the team doesn’t have the same focus as before their break. “What the fuck are they doing?” asks Erica, gesturing towards the field where two players seem to be performing some kind of dance. It’s uncoordinated and barely recognizable as dancing, still, it is anything but lacrosse. Jackson yells at them until they get back in line, which they do with a lot of giggling.

Derek frowns at the spectacle below. The visiting team scores two goals in succession: the first is a clever trick shot that he really doesn’t fault Boyd for not catching and the second shot goes in because one of the Cyclones actually hinders his own goalie on purpose. To say the team isn’t happy with that is an understatement. Within minutes the whole game is in disarray and when one of the players stumbles off to the sideline to be sick, the referee calls the whole thing off. It’s a big mess. Derek’s proverbial hackles go up: this whole thing reeks. Something is wrong, but what?

Down on the field Jackson yanks his helmet off and tosses it down on the ground, swearing loudly. Both Isaac and Scott take it upon them to direct their unruly teammates back towards the locker rooms. “It’s like herding cats,” Derek hears Isaac complain when some of his teammates start up an impromptu game of tag and run back onto the field, leaving the young werewolf standing.

Coach Finstock is almost purple from all the yelling he does and all over the bleachers there’s confusion and amused chatter to be heard. Most people have left their seats and gone down to the field. Erica stands next to her boyfriend, who is gesturing angrily at some teammates who stumble past. 

Derek gets up and scans the field for his pack. He has a nagging suspicion of foul play and it bothers him that he can’t sense any danger. As far as he can tell, it’s just the humans and his own pack on the field. There’s no-one else. The werewolves all seem to be acting normal, which leads him to believe there was something that affected the humans. 

Stiles. Where is Stiles?

Now that he thinks of it, Derek kinda expects Stiles to be at the forefront of this whole mess, yet the lanky human is nowhere to be seen. That can’t be right. The nagging sense of discomfort that sat low in his belly turned into alarm.

The Alpha werewolf lets his enhanced senses work for him as he urgently searches the crowd, though it still takes him a while to spot the Cyclones’ number 24. Stiles is lying underneath the bench, curled up against some bags of sport’s gear. He took his protective gear off and cuddled with the shoulder pads in his arms like it’s a teddy bear. Derek rushes over, unsure of the condition his pack member is in. It’s only when he’s close that he can hear his slight snores over the din of the crowd. Relief swoops through his stomach.

“Stiles!” There’s no reaction, not even when Derek calls his name a second time. He crouches down to shake the boy’s shoulder. “Stiles! Wake up!” 

Stiles wakes up with a mumbled “Huh? Wazzit?” and a lolling search of his head towards the sound. His eyes blink open unevenly. One eye focuses on Derek and a lazy, contented grin appears on his face. “Der-bear.”

Derek rolls his eyes at the stupid pet name, though he can’t hide the relieved smile that breaks through. He helps Stiles roll out from under the bench, preventing him from bumping his head into it when he tries to sit up. “What are you doing on the ground?”

Another loopy grin. “I was sleepy.”

If Derek didn’t know any better, he’d say Stiles was drunk. He’s acting even more uncoordinated than usual and he has trouble focusing his vision. Thing is, he can’t smell any alcohol on the boy, just sweat and sweets. And he knows Stiles isn’t a big fan of drinking, having seen from up close what alcohol can do to a man. Derek has to hold Stiles by the arms to keep him sitting upright; he would pitch right over otherwise. “Stiles? What happened?” 

“I dunno,” Stiles answers, slightly slurring his words. He grips onto Derek’s forearms and tries to look around him at the field. “Is the game over? Did we win?” 

Derek jostles him a little to get his attention back on him. “Stiles. Focus!” 

Erica and Boyd come up to them, giving Stiles a scrutinising look. “What’s wrong with him?” Erica asks, cocking her head as she looks the boy over. 

“I don’t know,” Derek grits out and tries to get Stiles to stand up. It’s like wrestling an octopus. The boy is not cooperating at all and after a few moments Derek gives up and lets him sit down on the bench. At least that way he isn’t on the ground anymore. Stiles immediately tips over to lean against Derek’s hip, all heavy and loose limbs.

Boyd chuckles lowly. “Dude, is he stoned?”

“Stoned?!” Erica bends over to grab Stiles by the chin so she can look into his face. “He is!” she cackles in delight. “His eyes are all red!”

Stiles grabs Derek’s leg for stability, winding his arm around it, and sits up a little straighter. “I have red eyes?” He looks up at Derek and grins. “You hear that, Sourwolf? I’m the Alpha now!”

Boyd crosses his arms in front of his chest and regards them with a knowing smile. “He’s baked.”

“No, I didn’t!” Stiles flails and Derek has to grab him by the back of his jersey to prevent him from headbutting the werewolf in the crotch. The boy refuses to let go of his leg. “Greenberg did the baking. They were delicious!”

“What are you talking about?” Derek keeps him upright as much as he can, which is surprisingly hard when Stiles resembles an octopus ragdoll. 

“Pot brownies.” The voice of Jackson cuts through and all heads turn to the team’s co-captain that comes walking up to them. He’s looking cross. “Fucking Greenberg fed the whole team edibles before the game.” 

“They were very edible,” Stiles mumbles. His voice kind of gets lost under the astonished exclamations of his packmates. He snuggles a little closer to Derek’s leg.

“Why would he do that?” Derek growls. It’s clear the rest of the team didn’t know anything of this plan, which basically means the guy poisoned his team mates. 

“To fuck with the mandatory drug test they were gonna have us take after the game,” Jackson explains curtly. “A random check. We weren’t supposed to know about it, but Greenberg got into the coach's papers or something.”

Derek huffs. “That doesn’t explain why he fed the whole team drugs. Why risk getting kicked out of the competition?”

“Dude’s a stoner. He didn’t want to get caught.” 

Erica laughs. “That is kinda genius, if you think about it.” At Derek’s ornery look she explains: “Chances are they would dismiss the test if the whole team tested positive. They’d think it was a faulty test, or something.” 

“Yeah, or they would just suspend the entire team,” Boyd corrects her. “Where is that asshole now?” he asks Jackson. That is something Derek wants to know too.

Jackson points a thumb back over his shoulder. “Back at the locker room. Coach is ripping him a new one. Scott and Isaac are with them.”

Derek pinched the bridge of his nose and breathed deeply. His first reaction was to join coach Finstock in yelling at this Greenberg idiot, but was it really his place to do so? After all, most of his pack was unharmed and the one that did get affected was just high as a kite. And cuddly. He grips the back of Stiles’ neck to keep his head still, so he wasn’t affectionately rubbing his face on Derek’s hip. He sighs. “Let’s go home.” 

That does get Stiles’ attention. “Home?! I can’t go home!” He clumsily tries to get to his feet, using various body parts of his Alpha as a handgrip. Derek hauls him to his feet with a hand in his armpit before it can get any worse. “My dad can’t go home! I mean, I can’t go there. My dad is at home.” He pauses for a second. “Which means he can’t go home either, because he’s already there. Huh. What was I saying?” 

“Well, you can’t stay here either,” Derek answers impatiently. “You’ve got to sleep this off, or something.” 

“I don’t know, I kinda like him like this,” Erica smirks. She shows her teeth when Derek glares at her.

“I can sleep here.” Stiles tries to turn to pat the bench he’d been sleeping underneath earlier, almost falling over the thing in his attempt. Derek gets a hold of his arm and resigns himself quietly to not letting go until Stiles was safely at home, in bed.

“Guys! We’re getting a rematch next week,” Scott announces from afar, jogging over to them. Isaac follows him in his wake. “What’s the matter with Stiles?” 

“He ate three pot brownies, that’s the matter with Stiles,” Isaac deadpans after one look at his pack mate. 

“He ate three?!” Erica guffaws.

“They were really good!” Scott hurries to say. “Besides, I had two and I feel fine.” 

“That’s because you’re a werewolf, dumbass,” Jackson hisses and for once Derek is glad that Jackson said something so he didn’t have to.

“Oh. Right.” Scott has the decency to look abashed. He moves a little closer to his friend, who resorted back to leaning up against Derek for support. “Will he be okay?” he asks the older werewolf.

“Should be fine,” Derek grunts. “Just has to sleep it off.” 

“Oh, yeah, that should work,” Scott nods sagely. Then his face clears. “Shit! He can’t go home, his dad will know he’s high!” 

“Yeah, Der! Dad will know!” Stiles agrees vehemently, turning fast to slap Derek in the chest for emphasis. “Ohh, I feel sick,” he groans immediately afterward, his face turning white as a sheet. 

Recognising what is about to happen, Derek moves them a step away from the others and holds Stiles steady as he suddenly lurches forward and pukes on the grass. Behind them, the werewolves make various noises of disgust. Derek isn’t a fan of the stench of vomit either, but Stiles is trembling on his legs like a newborn foal and making pitiful noises in between heaving up the contents of his stomach, so he supports him with a hand underneath his chest and rubs comforting circles on his back with the other.

When his stomach is finally empty, Stiles leans forward with his hands on his knees, breathing heavily. Scott helps his friend drink a cup of water from the team’s water cooler. Stiles is too out of it to do much to help. “I feel like shit,” he says in a wobbly voice. 

“Yeah,” Derek agrees gently. “Let’s get you home, alright? You can stay at the loft until you feel better.” The boy will probably be alright after a good sleep.

“Thanks,” Stiles sighs and closes his eyes. He even starts tipping forward alarmingly. 

“That’s it,” Derek decides out loud and scoops Stiles up so he can carry him to the car. “We’re out of here.” He walks off in the direction of the parking lot, Stiles dozing in his arms, trusting the rest of his pack to sort things out when it comes to grabbing their stuff and finding their own way back to the loft. 

Stiles wakes up a little when Derek positions him carefully in the front seat of his car. “Der?” he asks, his head lolling back against the seat. 

“Hmm?” Derek reaches across him to fasten his seatbelt. From the corner of his eye he can see Stiles following him with his eyes, a smile on his face that’s a cross of loopy and fond.

When Derek leans back, sitting on his haunches next to his car, Stiles strains forward in his seatbelt conspiratorially. “Don’t tell Scott, but you’re my favourite werewolf,” he whispers.

Derek huffs a laugh despite himself. He shakes his head and gets up to close the car door.

“You gotta promise, Der,” Stiles urges. “You can’t tell Scott!” 

The werewolf nods indulgently. “Sure.” 

But Stiles isn’t happy with that answer. “You gotta promise!” When Derek doesn’t react to him sticking out his pink, he shakes his hand in front of his face and urges: “Pinky swear that you won’t tell!” 

“Stiles, come on, lets just get you home.” Derek is a grown ass Alpha werewolf. He isn’t gonna pinky swear with a teenager that’s still pretty baked. 

Stiles points at him with a stern finger. “Pinky swear or you’re no longer my favourite werewolf!” 

And Derek…. Well, he can’t help it. As much as Stiles can be annoying and a handful, he’s also smart, loyal and, God help Derek, funny. 

“Can’t have that, right?” Derek chuckles and hooks his pinky finger around Stiles’. He’s awarded with a bright grin when he declares solemnly not to tell Scott that Derek is Stiles’ favourite werewolf.

With Stiles satisfied, Derek can close the car door and finally get into the car himself. Stiles watches him start the car with bleary eyes. He’ll probably fall asleep soon. 

“Don’t puke on the upholstery,” he warns his young packmate, just to be sure. 

“I promise,” Stiles responds, as serious as he can while breaking into a yawn. He’s still a bit pale around the nose, though Derek suspects he can keep himself collected during the short ride to the loft.

It’s quiet for a bit as Derek navigates the school parking lot and drives out onto the main road. “Hey Der?” it sounds softly from the seat next to him after a few minutes. 

“Yes, Stiles?” Derek signals for a corner.

“Am I your favourite human?” 

The tentative way the words are spoken makes Derek look over. Stiles actually seems bashful, it’s an odd look on him. 

Derek hesitates for a second, but… Whatever. They’re alone and there’s a chance that Stiles won’t remember this conversation by tomorrow anyway. The werewolf puts his hand on the boy’s knee and squeezes. “You are, Stiles.” 

“That’s nice,” Stiles says in a whisper. He sounds pleased. And half asleep, that too. However, half asleep as he is, Stiles still holds out his hand with his pinky outstretched. “I won’t tell Scott,” he promises when Derek hooks his own pinky in after just a short moment. 

“Good,” Derek agrees with a smile. The childish secret between them makes him feel oddly giddy. 

The boy sleeps for the rest of the ride and doesn’t wake up when Derek lifts him from the car and carries him up the stairs. He gently tucks Stiles in in his bed, figuring he can stand to have his bedding smelling like his favourite human tonight. When he gets back downstairs, his betas look at him questioningly, but they don’t say anything, especially not after he gives them his credit card to order dinner. 

Stiles wakes up around nine PM, hungry like a wolf. He scarfs down the pizza the pack left for him in a remarkable show of restraint and resigns himself to their teasing easily. It looks like he indeed doesn’t remember all that much from what happened. More importantly, besides ‘feeling a bit crunchy’ - Stiles’ own words - he’s not much worse for wear from the whole thing. Perhaps Derek really doesn’t have to go after that idiot of a Greenberg. 

By eleven, Derek evicts his pack from his home. He loves them, honestly, but there’s only so much teenage bullshit he can stand. He makes Scott drive Stiles home in the Jeep, not listening to Stiles’ protests and even flashing his red eyes when the boy doesn’t give in quickly enough. Stiles wrinkles his nose at him, though he complies easily after that. 

Around midnight, when Derek is reading in bed, his phone lights up with a message: [ FYI. I changed your name in my contacts from Sourwolf to F.W. So now we match! ]

Derek texts back a question mark. It’s a common occurrence when texting with Stiles.

A moment later there’s a reply. [ Can’t have Scott find out, can we? ;-) ] 

It’s only then that Derek notices that the name on the texts doesn’t say Stiles, but Favourite Human. He has no idea how or when Stiles got a hold of his phone this evening.

He thinks about changing it for a second, but puts his phone back on the nightstand instead and shuts off the light so he can go to sleep.

The things he does for his pack.

[eevylynn]

Art by Timeless

Shadows Within

Sterek || E || 37k wc

After making a deal with the Nogitsune, Stiles gained control of its powers. When an enemy comes, determined to end the Beacon Hills Nogitsune no matter the consequences, Derek gets kidnapped and hurt, and Stiles’ possessiveness comes out.

The gorgeous artwork is by Timeless. It was very inspirational!

This is by far the longest finished fic I have ever written, and I still can't believe I actually managed it.

Thank you to everyone that helped me get this done and out there into the world! You know who you are!

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Stiles adjusted the grip on his stick and scuffed his cleats in the grass as he briefly closed his eyes to take a bracing breath.

After he had turned the tides of the championship game last season, causing BHHS to win, this was what he wanted. Scott had worked with Stiles on and off over the summer between sophomore and junior years to help him improve enough, so they could be co-captains together. With Jackson’s parents’ pulling him out and moving to London, that dream seemed even closer.

Then, the insanity of the fall semester happened, and any thoughts of lacrosse flew from his mind.

That is until the announcements for tryouts came out.

Thankfully, Scott had brought his grades up enough that Coach was letting him back. Maybe. Everyone had to try-out again. One would think that everyone that played on a championship winning team would automatically be back on the team the next year, but noooo–Coach had a wild hair up his ass and decided that’s not good enough and that they needed a “rebuilding season”.

To be fair, Jackson wasn’t the only one of their teammates whose parents decided to take them out of Beacon Hills. Probably because of all the murders, if Stiles was being honest. Even Danny was gone, which was unfortunate because Stiles could tolerate Danny.

This little shit that was standing, unwanted, in front of the goal on the other hand…

Opening his eyes, Stiles stepped into his shot, launching the ball towards the goal faster than he ever had before, passing the goalie’s stick by a hair and landing in the net.

The crowd on the sidelines erupted in cheers, but Stiles barely registered them.

“YES!! Another perfect shot! Way to go, Stilinski!” Coach Finstock yelled, snapping Stiles back to reality. “Stilinski, you’ve been holding out on us!”

Stiles jogged to the back of the line, making his way to the back. His eyes flickered to where Scott stood at the end. He was watching Stiles with a mix of admiration and unease.

“Dude, you’re doing, like, really good,” Scott said as Stiles neared him, eyebrows pinched a bit.

“Yeah,” Stiles muttered, as they turned to watch Isaac take his turn. “Thanks.”

They both leaned to look around the guys in front of them to watch Isaac shoot. The ball almost went into the net, but the kid, Liam, caught it right at the last second. The guys around them were evenly split between groans and cheers.

Stiles whistled as Isaac made his way to them. “So, close.”

“At least I was aiming for the net,” Isaac replied, reaching out to roughly pat Scott’s shoulder, “unlike some people who just whiffed and hit the frame instead.”

Once again, the goalie caught the ball. Scott had missed a few more shots, overshooting the goal or hitting the posts instead. A couple of times, Liam even managed to intercept Scott’s attempts, flashing that smug grin of his each time. The kid’s accuracy was almost annoyingly perfect, and he seemed to be thriving on Scott’s slip-ups.

Frustrated, Scott stormed off, ripping his gloves and throwing them down as he went.

“Dude!” Stiles said urgently, as he and Isaac caught up to Scott. “What is going on with you?”

“I don’t know,” Scott grumbled. “I’m having a really off day.”

“Off day? You are dying out there,” Isaac snorted. “Like, I’m feeling actual physical pain watching you.”

“I wish,” Stiles muttered.

“Yeah, like you need to be any stronger,” Isaac muttered back, immediately understanding what Stiles was getting at. “This is already weird as it is. I mean, you’ve been doing better than both me and Scott.”

“That’s because Stiles is new to his powers. Whereas, we’re not using our abilities out on the field,” Scott said. “On the field, we’re just as human as anyone else.”

“No, you’re really not,” Stiles pointed out, getting annoyed. “You’re a werewolf–complete with the strength, speed, and reflexes. It’s the whole reason you were able to even get off the bench last year, remember?”

“Yeah, but I’m trying to do better. Be better. I’m trying to make it fair for everyone, so I’m avoiding using my powers.”

“Well, in case you’ve forgotten,” Stiles said incensed, “Finstock doesn’t know or care if you are an Alpha werewolf. He just sees someone who’s not at the level they were last year. You might want to use some of your wolfie powers or you very well might lose your position as team captain. Are you prepared for that?”

“But…that’s cheating.”

“Technically, it’s not. There’s nothing in the rules about supernaturals playing on the team.”

“No, but that doesn’t stop it from being an unfair advantage.”

“Scott, the only way to completely prevent yourself from having an unfair advantage on the field would be to just not play,” Stiles said, getting closer to the edge of his temper at Scott just not understanding. “Your advantage doesn’t just come from using the obvious powers. Your very senses are heightened in a way that a human’s literally can’t. There is absolutely no way for you to play as a human, especially now that you’re an Alpha.”

[endwersed]

striking out, chapter one of six - a sterek college au

Theo is Derek's new teammate on the college baseball team. Theo is also Stiles' piece of shit boyfriend.

“What did Theo do to win you over?” Derek presses. “Grand gesture at the big football game?” “He stopped shoving me in lockers for a year and asked me out for curly fries.” Stiles shrugs a casual shoulder at the distressed look Derek shoots him. “I really like curly fries.” “Right,” Derek says slowly. “I’m – starting to think bully might have been the right word, actually.” “It’s not as after school special as it sounds,” Stiles assures him. “I was a huge nerd. A lot of the sports guys liked shoving me into lockers in middle school. He’s just the only one that got the hots for me once I started to grow my hair out.” “Very romantic,” Derek says drily. “I’m sure Hallmark will be reaching out for the story rights in no time.”

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi, could you please recommended any fics that were basically stiles or anyone from the halen pack join the BAU. Thank you

Yeah, @ashton23458!

I'll Blow This (open wide) by LadySlytherin

(1/1 I 12,595 I Teen I Sterek)

FBI intern Stiles Stilinski is beyond excited at the prospect of joining the elite Behavioral Analysis Team. The BAU seems happy to have him joining their number.

When a fellow-intern comes to the mistaken conclusion that Stiles Stilinski and Dr. Spencer Reid are both dating the same person, Stiles sees it as an opportunity to bond with his future-teammate. One should never underestimate the pranking ability of two geniuses with devious tendencies.

Temporarily Misappropriating the BAU by L3T5_G3T_KR4K3N

(6/? I 15,423 I Mature I Stanny)

Stiles Stilinski would like it known that he did not intend to break the law. Or get a new boyfriend. Or be forcefully adopted and recruited by the BAU. He never intended to solve murders, just as he never intended to get his best friend turned into a Halloween stereotype. Though he doesn't regret it, he would like to blame it on Scott and Jackson for leaving Stiles and Danny unsupervised in a lockable room with alcohol. Honestly, their lives would have been much simpler if they had just stuck to the normal teenage things like making out, instead of hacking the BAU. - - - - - - - - - - - You created a Group Chat with PG and 5 others.

The Lawston Butcher was a woman, not a dude. Pretty sure she was your third witness, Mrs. Alfia.

DM: What?

George Gelding wasn’t one of her victims, which threw off your data. His killer just used the Butcher’s method to throw off the trail. Also, his killer was most likely Kyle Freeden.

AH: Thank you for your input on one of our past cases. May we have your name for the record of the tip?

LOL no. I’m drunk, not stupid.

I'll cross this country on a frequency by illusemywords

(18/18 I 53,541 I Mature I Sterek)

“Stiles, I need you to run a license plate for me.”

“Whatever you need, babe.”

“Don’t call me babe.”

“Stop being such a sourwolf, just tell me the numbers.”

or

The one where there's a serial killer on the loose, Stiles Stilinski has a stalker and Derek Hale doesn't know how to express his emotions.

The New Member by Shadowofahunter

(30/30 I 60,241 I Mature I Stydia)

After losing Prentiss the team is raw, but when the new Agent Stilinski joins in her place they begin to heal.

Set in season 6 and ignores the cases.

Unforgettable by Sallyasher1994

(18/18 I 161,523 I Explicit I Sterek)

“No, I guess not,” Stiles shakes his head distractedly, “What’s this about anyway?” What was it about? Had his dad called and complained about his attitude over the phone? Technically it was made from a work station but it was a personal phone call. He can’t get in trouble for that right? Then Stiles thought about how his stand in boss had mentioned Derek. Derek who is in Beacon Hills right now. Within driving distance of his father. All alone. Without his scrawny, children’s book comparison of a husband to defend him. Stiles felt his heart sink with dread. What had his dad done?

“Everyone get your go bags, we’re heading to Beacon Hills,” - Derek and Stiles are married and work for the FBI, with Scott, Stiles best friend and Derek’s brother. Stiles has always struggled with his father hating Derek, but he never thought it would culminate in the man arresting Derek for several murders. Stiles and Scott have to take the team to their home now and see if they can not only free Derek, but also catch a killer, and do it before anyone else gets hurt… they can’t do all three.

Sheriff is not awesome. Like he was, but now he sucks. Seriously it’s so worth a read but don’t expect to love the sheriff.

Raised By Wolves by auburn 

(6/6 I 186,765 I Mature I Scallison)

An alternate universe mash of season one and two (with later elements), where the FBI is called in to investigate the murders in a small town. Peter doesn't manage to kill Kate, the kanima is not Jackson, Scott McCall is a failure as a friend, Stiles has to face some hard truths, Derek's never been human, the BAU sees what they expect to see, and Gerard Argent is still more monstrous than any werewolves.

[aurevell]

Sterek fic rec!

“What did Theo do to win you over?” Derek presses. “Grand gesture at the big football game?” “He stopped shoving me in lockers for a year and asked me out for curly fries.” Stiles shrugs a casual shoulder at the distressed look Derek shoots him. “I really like curly fries.” “Right,” Derek says slowly. “I’m – starting to think bully might have been the right word, actually.” “It’s not as after school special as it sounds,” Stiles assures him. “I was a huge nerd. A lot of the sports guys liked shoving me into lockers in middle school. He’s just the only one that got the hots for me once I started to grow my hair out.” Theo is Derek's new teammate on the college baseball team. Theo is also Stiles' piece of shit boyfriend.

-

Feeling the need to hype up this fic by @endwersed because I spent so much time reading it instead of sleeping last night lmaooo. It's so angsty and complicated and delicious.

[exhuastedpigeon]

wip ask game! 💌

tagged by @loserdiaz @daffi-990 @thewolvesof1998 and @weewootruck - thanks babes :D

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Going to issue a preemptive apology because I have a lot of wips apparently

Buddie

Urban Fantasy AU

NHL - rivals to teammates to fucking in the locker room probably

You never touched me, but I felt you everywhere

The firefam does family feud

Non-negotiable

A million lives (even while we're sleeping)

Boyband reunion (Shape of My Heart)

Superheros AU

Outsiders POV

Buck's new girlfriend

Buddie 3some

Can't spell bitchy without BI

Couples Therapy

easy as lovers go

Eddie coma

Uncle Buck

Eddie fell first - Buck fell harder

5 times Buck was the Diaz emergency contact and one time Eddie was Buck's

Fours a crowd

There's no water (so why am I drowning?)

Where there's a will

Steddie

At Last

Camp Hawkins

Class of 86

I think I love you in all possible lives

It's just a jump to the left - timeloop

Steve the hero

Sterek

Hunter!Stiles

Townie

No pressure tagging @monsterrae1 @forthewolves @devirnis @rosieposiepuddingnpie @glaciya @generatorcat @spotsandsocks @hippolotamus @wildlife4life @911-on-abc @acountrygirlsfun @butchdiaz @eddiebabygirldiaz

[soleadita]

Okay. Babe. My mutual in closest proximity. Talk to me about Stargate Atlantis pls.

OHMYGOD. okay. okay. i accidentally wrote you an essay. i'm not sure how much of it is coherent. i love u thank u for sending me this it made my night. <3

disclaimer: i'm so new. many people know much more than i do. and i still have about a season and a half left; i've been watching with a bestie so i've been forced to pace myself more than i would otherwise.

plot/premise: SGA is a spinoff of a movie (Stargate) and another show (Stargate SG-1). i was told, repeatedly, to watch the others first, but i'm impatient...i was a little confused but i got the gist eventually. ANYWAY. it's like...the lost city of atlantis has been located, except it's in another galaxy, and a group of scientists and military fools are going there for an expedition to like...explore/learn things? they're kind of in space, but it doesn't feel like that too much—by my standards, at least, and i am a known hater of media that takes place entirely in space. there's a team, they're a family, they get into Situations...u know the drill.

why i, specifically, enjoy the show:

john sheppard. JOHN. SHEPPARD. babe, i have not been this down bad for a character since DEREK HALE. im NOT KIDDING. i wanted to say more about him but i don't feel qualified enough to have my own thoughts yet. (or at least, i still feel shy about saying them out loud on the internet. i can and will go on and on about him in private, though.)

i did go into this for john sheppard. i will fully admit that. (i had a few mutuals who'd put him on my dash every so often and i could just tell he was gonna do me in.) HOWEVER. i am falling in love with nearly every single character. the character development is genuinely some of the best i've seen, and the way the team gradually turns into family who have each others' backs no matter what?? I'M EATING IT UP. (here is a video of the team, i CANNOT talk about each of them individually, i'd be here all night.)

john and rodney's dynamic is DELICIOUS. they're both obnoxiously intelligent (and they're both obnoxious, but in different ways). they annoy each other. they delight in each other's presence. they're teammates. they're best friends. they keep each other alive they'd do anything for each other they know each other better than they know themselves. (AND I KNOW I'M ONLY SCRATCHING THE SURFACE OF IT MYSELF, BECAUSE I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED THE SHOW.......)(here is a video bc there's no way my words are gonna do it justice.)(also here are more words.)

the fic is SO good, too, and it's been especially fun bc the authors of a lot of my fav sterek fics had also written for sga back in the day, and getting to read stuff from them that i hadn't read yet....aughhhh. i love fandom.

the dialogue is hilarious, the situations are WILD (cannot tell you how many times i've been like WHO WAS IN THE WRITERS ROOM HOW DID THEY COME UP WITH THIS), and generally i'm just having such a great time.

in conclusion (bc i'm cutting myself off here), i'm never really sure whether i should recommend things to people or not bc my own tastes are basically just whatever happens to hit the unpredictable switch in my brain, but GENUINELY it's just SO FUN. i'm having the time of my life. i cannot shut up about it. <3

[sterek-ao3feed]

Icy Mischief

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/56081758

by madiv951

It’s Stiles’s first practice with the NHL team, the Colorado Avalanche. When he walks into the rink, he’s ready to make a splash in the league and to have one hell of a rookie season. He expects the nerves of starting with a new team.

What he doesn’t expect is coming face to face with man who nearly ruined Stiles’s entire hockey career his freshman year of college. The captain who put Stiles through the wringer and made him hate hockey. The player who cost them the NCAA championship trophy.

Derek Hale.

Now, not only does Stiles have to navigate being a rookie and finding his way with a new team. He has to deal with the grouchy goalie who makes his life a living hell at every turn.

Will they overcome their differences or will their past tear the team apart?

Words: 76761, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, Original Characters

Relationships: Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent/Scott McCall

Additional Tags: Hockey, sterek, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, hockey romance, Alternate Universe - Hockey, Derek and stiles are teammates, brainworm story

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56081758

[killerandhealerqueen]

For the ship ask meme thing: tang fan x sui zhou and/or sterek <3 hope you're having a great day/night Sass!!!

Oh fun! Thank you Billie!

Ah, SuiTang, my beloved. They were my first proper couple when Covid happened, like I think my first introduction to cdramas, besides S.C.I. (I wasn't really on cdrama tumblr when it came out so none of my fics happened till 2020). Anyways, I love them a lot. They're so goofy yet so domestic...and I love that their love language is food. And we can't forget about their beautiful daughter Dong'er (who's like not really their daughter but like...she is. You know she is). Love them a lot. They made me lose my mind (not in a way that Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi do but my god are they up there) and I'm very glad I watched them when I did.

As for Sterek, I'mma be honest, I never watched Teen Wolf. However. I knew about Sterek because when I was a freshman, all of my middle school teammates on my golf team would talk about it, so I watched Teen Wolf through tumblr to understand what the fuck they were talking about. But I do love sterek. They are very enemies to lovers, grump x sunshine/sarcastic little shit, human x werewolf, like come on...what's not to love about them? (And honestly, I thought Stiles was the main character, not Scott, with how much I saw of Sterek and of Stiles and shit)

Send me a ship and I’ll share my thoughts about it.

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (14-20 Apr 2024)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

nothing long! not really a lot of reading at all this week tbh

💖💖 +163K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Appetite (the_deep_magic) - The Eagle of the Ninth: Marcus/Esca, 13K - very satisfying incubus fic

Too many men on the ice (imperfectcircle) - Original Work, Hockey: Himbo Bisexual/Neurotic Gay, Himbo Bisexual/Grumpy Bisexual, endgame Himbo Bisexual/Neurotic Gay/Grumpy Bisexual, 18K - just DELIGHTFUL! Sunshine himbo hockey player meets stressed doctor - they make it work but himbo's grumpy teammate might cause some friction? Luckily polyamory is there to save them all!

The Chase (saltandbyrne) - TW: Sterek, 10K - reread, fave - fun, deliciously filthy & wonderful omegaverse chase/claim

Think I'm Finally Clean (fuck_me_barnes) - MCU: Stucky, 4.6K - reread, fave - "In which sub Bucky wishes for rougher handling by normally gentle dom Steve, and gets probably more than he bargained for."

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Beyond Paradise - s1, e1-6; s2, e0-3

Ghosts (US) - s3, e6-8

Murdoch Mysteries - s16, e8-13

QI - series S, e14; series U, e1-3

D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "The Last Stand" (s21, e15)

D20: Adventuring Party - "Nighttime Ecstasy" (s16, e15)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

⭐ Worlds Beyond Number - A County Affair ep1 "CRIME-a-doodle-doo!"

⭐ Worlds Beyond Number - A County Affair ep2 "FAIRmageddon!"

Worlds Beyond Number: Fireside - Fireside Chat for A County Affair ep1: "CRIME-a-doodle-doo!"

Worlds Beyond Number: Fireside - Fireside Chat for A County Affair ep2: "FAIRmageddon!"

The Sporkful - Alyse Whitney Brings Big Dip Energy

Throughline - The Union Strike That Changed The History of Flight

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Reppin our Weird Hometown Traditions

⭐ Hit Parade - We Want It That Way Edition

WikiHole - March Madness (with Rory Scovel, Natasha Leggero and Sabrina Jalees)

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Showgirl Magic Museum

Welcome to Night Vale #246 - A Story about Him

⭐ Switched on Pop - Berlin's Hottest Club is Rico Nasty & Boys Noize

99% Invisible #578 - Anything's Pastable: Eat Sauté Love

Vibe Check - Death and Taxes

Better Offline - How A Chinese Glycine Manufacturer Went Viral ft. Louise Matsakis and Tianyu Fang

It's Been a Minute - An argument for the art of whistling

Ologies with Alie Ward - Columbidology (PIGEONS? YES) Part 1 with Rosemary Mosco

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Hot Ones And Conan O'Brien

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - How to make the best show about New York with John Wilson

Wiser Than Me - Julia Gets Wise with Ina Garten

Throughline - Ralph Nader, Consumer Crusader

Today, Explained - The great American squatter panic

Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - Late Night

⭐ Song Exploder - War "Low Rider"

Endless Thread - Green Memes

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Fallout And What's Making Us Happy

Short Wave - An 11-Year-old Unearthed Fossils Of The Largest Known Marine Reptile

Dear Prudence - My Wife’s Bipolar Diagnosis Is Creating A Rift in Our Marriage. Help!

⭐ Strong Songs - "Heart of Glass" by Blondie

Wait Wait… Don't Tell Me! - Judith Butler

Worlds Beyond Number - WWW #12: Prisoner's Dilemma

Worlds Beyond Number: Fireside - Fireside Chat for WWW ep12 "Prisoner's Dilemma"

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

The Monkees 50 [The Monkees] {2016}

Exzavion Powells

HARDC0RE DR3AMZ [Boys Noize & Rico Nasty] {2024}

Boys Noize

"Low Rider" [War] radio

[endwersed]

WIP Tag Game!!

Tagged by the lovlies that are @dear-massacre & @thotpuppy 💘

Current WIPs (all TW/Sterek of course):

striking out - College baseball AU, Derek is the star of the college baseball team, Theo is his cocky new teammate, and Stiles is Theo's high school sweetheart. Just over halfway done and 28k in. This is the WIP I'm actively working on. the lie is beautiful - Nanny AU, Derek is a filthy rich, married CEO and Stiles is the live-in nanny. A sordid affair and lots of angst ensues. Just over halfway done and 32k in. I'll most likely be picking this back up once above college baseball au is complete. say nothing - Succubus AU, the gang find themselves facing a shape-shifting, seductive sex demon and some truths are revealed along the way. Literally just the smut left to write and 6k in. where i needed to be - One night stand mpreg AU, Derek and Stiles hook-up in a one night stand and Stiles disappears before Derek can get his number, only to reach out months later with the bombshell that he's pregnant - but by this time, Derek is dating Paige. A fifth of the way through and 4k in. things that death cannot touch - Laura resurrection AU, established canon-divergent Sterek, Lydia has a vision that Stiles can bring Laura back to life, but only at the cost of his own. Only the opening scene so far. how old your heart is - Age gap AU, the Hales are old family friends of the Stilinskis; the lone-surviving Laura and Derek move back to Beacon Hills when Stiles is 18 - and Derek is 30. Sneaking around and angst. Only the outline so far for this one.

Current prompts:

Sterek & Cordia AU. Stiles & Lydia are bisexual besties who spend a summer trying to seduce themselves a Hale each. Stiles/Derek/Stiles PWP. A kind-of follow up to my existing Derek/Stiles/Derek PWP. Sterek & Scydia AU. Stiles is still harbouring his high school crush on Lydia when Scott starts working with her. He asks his best friend to put a good word in for him, but instead Scott kind of... falls for her himself. Stiles is furious and drowns his sorrows in a bar run by a certain incredibly attractive werewolf.

Open tag to anyone else who fancies it!!

[defenselesswriter]

Sunshine Riptide ch. 3

i’ll update chapter one in a min so it’ll have all the links to previous chapters. but you can find this on ao3 here and chapter one is here... enjoy!

Spring training games come up faster than Stiles expected. Suddenly, he’s on the mound looking across the field at Danny in his mask. His hands are shaking he’s so nervous. It may not be an actual game yet, but still. How he performs at these games will determine the line up for real games.

He takes a deep breath to center himself, adjusting his hat methodically. He watches Danny’s fingers signal out their code, and then he throws a fastball that lands right in Danny’s mitt. Strike.

It’s a good way to start the game. After a couple innings, another pitcher replaces him, one that Stiles doesn’t know too well. He sits in the dugout next to Boyd and Derek, leaning back.

“Good job,” Derek tells him. “You only gave up one run.”

“Not bad for your first game,” Boyd agrees.

“Thanks, guys,” Stiles says, his mind still going over what he could do better, what he needs to work on more. His curveball could use some work.

He has to up his game if he wants to be kept in the majors. As a pitcher, there’s an even bigger chance that if he isn’t performing well enough that he’ll be sent back to AAA. He really doesn’t want that to happen, so he has to start training harder.

After the game and talking with the coaches, they all start to leave the field. Stiles catches up with Derek as he’s leaving.

“Derek!” he calls out.

Derek turns around to look at him curiously.

“I was wondering...could you help me with my curveball?” Stiles asks. “You have the best curveball in the MLB, so who better to get tips from?”

Derek ducks his head and shrugs. “I don’t have the best curveball...”

“You do,” Stiles says enthusiastically. “I’ve been following your career since you left Beacon Hills.”

Derek looks confused. “No one knows that. I’ve only ever said I’m from a small town in California.”

“Stilinski,” Stiles reminds him.

Derek’s eyes widen, and he almost gasps. “You’re the sheriff’s kid?”

“Yeah,” Stiles says, not thrilled with the word ‘kid’.

At this point they’ve walked all the way to Derek’s black camaro. Derek unlocks the door and leans his arm against the roof of the car. “You want help with your curveball?”

“Please,” Stiles practically begs. He will beg if that’s what Derek wants.

Derek nods. “Only because you’re the sheriff’s kid. Meet me here at six.”

“Six?” Stiles chokes on his own spit out of surprise.

“Six,” Derek reiterates.

Stiles nods. “I’ll be here.”

“See you then.”

*

Stiles is at the field before six, chugging coffee, black. It’s not his preferred way of drinking coffee. Usually, he adds milk and sugar, but that’s not healthy. Plus, too much sugar gets him riled up, and he doesn’t need to be riled up right now. He just needs to be awake and focused enough to not ogle Derek in his baseball pants.

Derek shows up a few minutes before six, and they walk into the locker room together. “So tell me more about you following my career,” Derek says when he takes off his shirt.

Stiles immediately looks away and focuses on getting his stuff ready. “Uh, my dad’s a huge fan. He just liked seeing someone from Beacon Hills be recognized for something good, you know?”

“I asked about you, not your dad.”

“I liked seeing someone from Beacon Hills get to the majors,” Stiles says, taking his shirt off. “You were kind of my motivation and inspiration. You showed me I could do it.”

Derek doesn’t say anything, so after Stiles gets his Dbacks shirt on, he looks at Derek, who is already looking back. There’s something in Derek’s eyes that Stiles can’t name.

“That...is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” Derek says quietly.

“Well, it’s that plus you know, I’m madly in love with you,” Stiles jokes because he has to joke about it or he’ll really spill the beans.

Derek’s eyebrows raise in shock, but then he sees Stiles’ smile. He rolls his eyes, shaking his head, but he’s smiling too. “You’re an idiot.”

“An idiot you’re gonna help,” Stiles reminds him.

Derek nods. “Yup. Let’s get out there.”

Stiles stands at the mound, and Derek plays catcher, calling out tips with each throw. Slowly, Stiles’ curveball starts to improve. Not a lot because it’s only been thirty minutes, but enough that Stiles can see the difference.

Derek catches the ball one last time, stands up, and jogs over to Stiles. He pats Stiles on the shoulder. “Good job.”

Stiles is dying inside at the touch and the compliment. “Thanks,” he says, sounding tired, which he is.

Derek slides his hand off Stiles’ shoulder, and it almost feels lingering, but that’s definitely Stiles’ imagination.

Stiles rolls his shoulders and his neck as they walk back to the locker room where everyone else is by now. Danny and Boyd greet Derek when he walks in and then both of them look surprised to see Stiles.

“You’re here early, rookie,” Boyd comments.

Stiles shrugs. “Derek helped me with my curveball.”

“Yeah?” Danny says. “Bet he helped you put your wrist into it.” For some reason, Boyd and Danny start laughing.

“I missed something,” Stiles says slowly.

“You missed nothing,” Derek grumbles, glaring at the two other men, shoulder checking Boyd as he walks by.

Stiles definitely missed something, but no one is gonna tell him what so he just walks to the gym instead. He walks slowly on the treadmill to warm up and then works up to a jog. He increases the incline and jogs faster. He was known for how fast he could run the bases in AAA, and he wants to maintain that reputation.

After thirty minutes, the pitching trainer tells him he has five minutes to cool down and be on the field, so Stiles slows down. His arm is already sore, but he has to keep practicing. Fortunately, it’s Thursday, and he’ll be off for three days soon. He just has to make it through today.

And he does. Barely.

*

Stiles stands in the shower, under the spray for a very long time. The hot water helps relax his sore muscles, and he’ll definitely have to get a massage soon, especially on his right arm.

When he gets out of the showers, Derek is the only one left in the locker room. Stiles stops in the doorway while Derek looks up. There’s a towel covering Stiles’ crotch and thighs, but he feels so exposed for some reason. Derek’s eyes flick down and up almost imperceptibly quick, before he looks away.  

Stiles feels flustered as he walks towards his locker and gets his clothes on. When he’s done, Derek is waiting by the door.

“What’s up?” Stiles asks because Derek is staring at him again.

“Uh,” Derek says then looks down. “We’re having a game night at my place tomorrow night. There will be no beer, but it should be fun.”

“What kind of games?” Stiles asks, getting his hopes up that Derek is trying to invite him to game night.

“Board games,” Derek answers, looking back up. “Maybe some card games, but I take my collection of board games almost everywhere. It’s a good way to unwind, especially during the stress of the season.”

Stiles nods, agreeing with Derek. “What time?”

“I’m not sure yet. I’ll text you?” Derek looks almost nervous, which Stiles didn’t know was possible.

“Do you have my number?” Stiles is sure he doesn’t because Stiles doesn’t have Derek’s.

Derek shakes his head and takes a step closer, handing Stiles his phone. “I know you’re in love with me and all, so I trust that you won’t give my number out.”

“I won’t,” Stiles immediately promises as he gingerly takes Derek’s phone. He inputs his number then hands it back. “I would never ruin my chance at game night. Or with you.” He smirks and winks at Derek.

Derek fumbles with the phone and almost drops it before clearing his throat. “Yeah, uh. Right. So I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you.” They walk out together and then part ways to get to their cars.

Stiles can’t believe he’s going to see Derek Hale’s place tomorrow night. Stiles can’t believe Derek Hale himself invited him. Man, he is really living the life.

If only Derek was gay and in love with Stiles too.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi! Do you have any Criminal Minds AU Sterek/Steter crossovers?

I adore your blog and always come here for amazing fic recommendations. Thank you loves! 🥰

Thank you!

Adjust by ScarsLikeVelvet

(1/1 I 1,010 I Explicit I Steter)

A lot of worldview adjusting is going on because people storm into the house and how people inside react to the people storming in and also for the people following the people storming in. It's honestly a mess.

Condemned by BornToFly02

(1/? I 1,105 I Not Rated i Sterek)

Stiles was sure he had escaped the horrors of his teen years after entering the FBI.

He was wrong.

I'll Blow This (open wide) by LadySlytherin

(1/1 I 12,595 I Teen I Sterek)

FBI intern Stiles Stilinski is beyond excited at the prospect of joining the elite Behavioral Analysis Team. The BAU seems happy to have him joining their number.

When a fellow-intern comes to the mistaken conclusion that Stiles Stilinski and Dr. Spencer Reid are both dating the same person, Stiles sees it as an opportunity to bond with his future-teammate. One should never underestimate the pranking ability of two geniuses with devious tendencies.

Two-For by 3rdgenderfromthesun

(9/9 I 14,608 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles is searching for his mother while Cora and Isaac dance around each other. When Stiles finds his mother he must face her reasons for abandoning him. Cora must face what she fears most: people. Isaac just wants to be loved.

Criminal Hunters by LitGal

(11/11 I 35,182 I Mature I Steter)

The Hale pack is circling the wagons and preparing for a counterattack from the French Argents. Stiles just has to make sure that Derek has stepped up as the alpha before that happens, all while worrying about Peter who has insisted on remaining in Virginia as he either makes himself a target or schemes--or both. Stiles is fairly sure it's both. Meanwhile, the criminal investigation of the Argents brings new people to Beacon Hills, and new threats lurk just over the horizon. And this time, it's possible that none of Peter's scheming will be enough.

I Have Friends In Not So Heavenly Places by Corvu_ss

(17/? I 38,891 I Not Rated I Sterek)

When the FBI catches Danny trying to hack into their database, they take an interest in a small town in California. It just so happens that there's been a new sting of murders in town, and not the team and the pack must work together to find and stop the culprit. Also, did I mention that the Doc and the Spark are related?

The Shadow Master by A_Darker_Shade_of_Thought

(7/? I 48,710 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was a Spark, a mage with certain reality-bending talents. To complicate matters even further, he had inadvertently brought himself and his pack to the attention of the Supernatural Crime Taskforce headed by Aaron Hotchner, also the Unit Chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. At least he could be comforted by the fact that they needed his help. In exchange for lessons on how to control his growing power, Stiles (and Derek) would need to help the BAU with a series of gruesome murders that have been slowly winding their way west to San Francisco. The case is exceedingly strange, the victims chased down and ripped apart by some unseen predator. Yet Stiles can’t shake the notion that there is something bigger than just an invisible killer rampaging across the country. If only he could take his mind off Derek Hale long enough to figure it out.

I'll cross this country on a frequency by illusemywords

(18/18 I 53,541 I Mature I Sterek)

“Stiles, I need you to run a license plate for me.”

“Whatever you need, babe.”

“Don’t call me babe.”

“Stop being such a sourwolf, just tell me the numbers.”

or

The one where there's a serial killer on the loose, Stiles Stilinski has a stalker and Derek Hale doesn't know how to express his emotions.

isn't it obvious? I love you* by Alphanimpala92

(50/? I 87,708 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek please don't do this." Derek stood in next to Stiles bedroom window, arms crossed over his chest. "Why don't you tell me why your here." "i was coming to make sure you were okay" "But why?" "because i was worried about you." "why are you so worried about me?" stiles just hung is head for a minute trying to hide the tears forming in his whiskey brown eyes. "Stiles?" "because isn't it obvious i love you" Derek was shocked, he replayed those 3 little words in his head i love you, over and over again..... but all he could do was think back to one the girl who he ever really showed his emotions too, the one who died because of him. "Complete silence i get it." was all stiles could say, with a swift swipe across his face wiping his falling tears away... he turned and walked out the door, leaving Derek lost and confused and not knowing if there would ever be any hope for them being together. he loved Stiles the feelings were there but he was just to scared to show them, to let Stiles in and break though the lock and chain on his heart....

[an-optimist-prime]

Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss

A Teen Wolf/9-1-1 Crossover Ficlet

Summary: Stiles sees the fire truck slowly rolling down the street and sighs, because he knew this would happen.

“Shit,” Stiles mutters. “Play it cool, Derek. I’m gonna try to gaslight these EMTs.”

Because really, what else can he do, when he’s got a giant black wolf walking beside him?

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Or, Stiles and Derek, against their wishes, meet the 118.

(Also Stiles' POV of Animal Control.)

Word Count: 1800

Pairings: Sterek

Rating/Warnings: T, None Apply

AO3 Link

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Stiles sees the fire truck slowly rolling down the street and sighs, because he knew this would happen.

“Shit,” Stiles mutters. “Play it cool, Derek. I’m gonna try to gaslight these EMTs.”

Because really, what else can he do, when he’s got a giant black wolf walking beside him? 

And it’s not like he can even blame Derek for this one. It was a witch, pissed that they’d accidentally trampled through her summoning circle or something, which was completely, 100% not their fault. They know they don’t own these woods, that it’s not their territory, that they’re just guests to the area while the pack earns their bachelor degrees. Point is, they didn’t know that that was her corner of those woods, and they would have let her be if they did.

But anyway, the witch got mad, cursing Derek before disappearing into the fucking night like she’s Batman or something. And now Derek is stuck in a full-shift, and Stiles has to get his furry ass home. Stiles is pretty sure he knows a spell to undo this, but they have to get home first.

And now, the authorities are involved. Just what he fucking needed, a cherry on top of this shit sundae of a night. Go to college in Los Angeles, they all said. It will be fun, they said. Categorically untrue, they somehow managed to move to a place worse for supernatural melodrama than Beacon Hills, and now he’s trudging home at two o’clock in the morning with a creature menacing enough that someone called 911.

But anyway.

Beside him, Derek huffs at Stiles’ earlier statement, but Stiles can tell he’s a little on edge too. Derek is still in there, but his control is shot, and he’s not entirely himself. Honestly, the last thing they need right now is a whole team of first responders, but hey, when it rains it pours.

God, there’s a non-zero chance that animal control will get called, and he would love to see them try to get Derek into one of those animal transport vans, he really truly would.

The truck, belonging to the 118 apparently, pauses next to him, and it takes absolutely everything inside of Stiles not to burst out laughing, because holy shit, their faces right now.

He forgets, sometimes, just how terrifying the wolves can be. Stiles has had more than six years to grow used to their presence, and now, he simply forgets that Derek in his full shift is scary enough to make a full team of presumably very brave paramedics and firefighters completely unwilling to get out of their truck.

“Hey,” Stiles calls out, wanting to have the edge in this conversation. “Can I help you guys?”

“We got a call about a loose wolf in the street,” one of them explains. He’s a man in his early to mid fifties if Stiles had to guess, and he absolutely radiates Dad Energy™. His helmet indicates that he’s the captain of this particular crew. “And were sent to investigate.”

“Oh, that sounds really dangerous,” Stiles replies, nonplussed. After all, the first step of getting out of trouble with the authorities is simply denying everything. “Hope you guys find it!”

“Kid,” Captain Dad says, sounding more than a little frazzled. “That is a wolf.”

“Wolves? In California? Pfft.” Stiles retorts, this time trying for deflection. “Nah, he’s just my mutt.”

Captain Dad turns to one of his teammates, who says something that Stiles can’t quite make out. He is pretty sure that he hears the words ‘direwolf’ and ‘extinct’ though. He’ll have to ask Derek about it when they get home. Meanwhile, Captain Dad is clearly weighing his options on how to proceed. “What’s your name?”

“Stiles,” Stiles replies, and since he can’t help himself, he continues, “This is Sourwolf.”

“Okay Stiles, would you like to explain how and why you’re walking the streets of Los Angeles with a wolf?”

“He’s not a wolf,” Stiles lies, because it’s not like he can say ‘actually, it’s just my boyfriend, he’s a werewolf stuck in a full-shift because of a witch’. Not without getting a 5150 called on him, at least. “He’s just a dog. We’re out for a walk.”

Captain Dad does not seem convinced. “At two in the morning?”

“I mean, it’s not like I have to worry about being robbed, not with Sourwolf here.”

His spark, which he can actually control now, helps too, but once again, he’s trying to avoid the 5150.

Captain Dad looks tired, and Stiles would almost feel bad if there literally wasn’t any other option. Beside him, Derek sits, obviously deciding that this interaction is going to take a while.

“Well, what breed is he then?” Captain Dad asks, after a minute.

“He’s a mix.”

“A mix of what?”

“…two very large dogs.” Stiles replies, completely deadpan. Captain Dad gives him the Dad Look™, and Stiles quickly continues, flying by the seat of his pants. “Honestly, we’re not entirely sure. Part malamute maybe? There’s probably some German Shepherd or husky in there as well. He was a stray when I got him, living all by himself in the ruins of a burnt down house in my hometown. It was very sad.”

Stiles can practically feel Derek’s eye roll next to him, and hears his huff. “Where’s the lie, Sourwolf?”

Captain Dad turns to his team, obviously trying to work out what to do. Stiles had hoped they’d just let them walk, or just decide it was too much effort to deal with, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.

So, Stiles plays the trump card. The one he hoped Derek would never find out about. But, desperate times call for desperate measures.

“He’s my service dog,” Stiles says, interrupting their discussion over whether or not they should call animal control. “My emotional support animal.”

“Shouldn’t he be in one of those vests?” One of the firefighters asks, this time a younger man with blond hair, and honestly, Stiles knows a fellow bisexual with ADHD when he sees one. They recognise their own.

“Well, he’s not working now.” Stiles says. 

“You have the paperwork for that?” Captain Dad asks, sounding more than a little skeptical.

“Not the originals, but I have a scan of it on my phone,” Stiles replies. “I got him registered a while back.”

“That’s fine, let me see.”

Stiles hands his phone over and waits, not for Captain Dad’s approval, but for Derek’s indignity. He does not disappoint. Derek starts to growl, and Stiles knows the tone. It’s his ‘what the fuck, Stiles’, mixed with his ‘I’m legitimately offended by that’, with just a tinge of ‘I’m going to rip your throat out with my teeth’.

An overreaction, honestly.

“Dude, I literally did this for this exact situation,” Stiles says, because honestly, he’s just being prepared. Derek is the one blowing this out of proportion. “Would you rather go to the pound?”

Derek continues to grumble, mollified, and Stiles can’t help but roll his eyes. “Drama Queen. Scott didn’t complain nearly as much when he found out I registered him.”

In fact, Scott had found it hilarious, thank you very much. 

“He doesn’t sound happy.” Another one of the firefighters, this time a man who honestly looks like he could be a GQ model in his spare time, comments.

“I promise you, he is all bark and no bite,” Stiles swears, while giving Derek a glare he hopes conveys ‘please just play along so we can leave’. “Well, maybe a little bitey. Sometimes. But like, not right now. He just wants to go home.”

GQ model does not look convinced, but he drops it. Derek, meanwhile, must pick up on the vibes that Stiles is desperately trying to throw down, because he rummages through Stiles’ pockets and pulls out his house keys.

“Your dog is like, super smart.” Blond bisexual comments.

“Yeah, he has his moments.” Stiles smirks, because what kind of a boyfriend would he be if he didn’t tease him from time to time? Derek, however, is apparently not in the mood for it, because he turns around and nips him, right on the soft side of his thigh.

“Ow, hey!” Stiles squawks, more surprised than anything else. It wasn’t hard enough to do any damage - Derek would never hurt him - but it’s enough to get his message across. Stiles hip checks Derek in retaliation, because that was the opposite of helpful in their current predicament, but he doesn’t even budge an inch. “Asshole! I’m trying to help!”

“You okay?” Another member of the crew, one of the paramedics, asks. She seems concerned, as does the rest of the team.

“Yeah, absolutely fine, he’s only like that with me,” Stiles quickly reassures, before they call in the animal control. Turning to Derek, he says, “Jeez, okay, I get it.”

Derek huffs, sounding somewhat appeased, if still unhappy. Stiles just knows there’s going to be words once Derek’s back to his usual self.

Captain Dad hands the phone back to Stiles. “That’s all in order, but legally, he should be on a leash.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Stiles says, you know, like a liar. “Am I okay to go? It's only a few blocks to my house, I swear. Scout’s honor.”

Captain Dad hesitates for a moment.

“Please just go home,” Captain Dad says. If Stiles had to guess, it’s because of the paperwork. “Before we get any more calls about it.”

“Absolutely.” Stiles promises, keen to get started on finding a spell and just putting this whole night behind them.

“And start walking him with a leash.” Captain Dad adds.

“You got it, Captain Dad,” Stiles replies, and shit, did he just say that out loud? Okay, time for a speedy exit. “Have a good night!”

With that, Stiles quickly turns and starts walking towards their house, just in case they change their minds. But after a few moments, the truck begins to drive away, and Stiles sighs.

“Just what tonight needed, hey?” Stiles says, as the red and blue lights fade into the distance.

Derek says nothing, just walking ahead and pointedly ignoring him.

“Seriously? The silent treatment?” Stiles says, because come on. “I know you find the dog comparisons offensive, but I absolutely got us out of that one. Which, for the record, is the only reason I got Deaton to write up that paperwork anyway.”

Derek huffs, and Stiles knows it’s probably the closest he’ll ever get to agreement on the issue. They walk in silence, but a few minutes down the street, Derek gently brushes up against him. Stiles runs his hands through Derek’s fur, aiming for soothing. He can tell that Derek is stressed, tense from being trapped in his full-shift. “Come on, Derek, let’s get you uncursed.”

***

Author Notes:

Derek is not impressed with the whole thing, but comes around a week later when he sees the paperwork and the note that "Sourwolf assists his owner when he has panic attacks and night terrors" ❤️

I got so much good feedback on Animal Control that I'm open to turning it into a series of ficlets. 'Los Angeles Paranomal' is a blantant rip off of 'Wellington Paranormal' and the great WWDITS universe, which is the exact kind of energy I want to channel for this series.

I cannot promise any amount of further ficlets, or that they'll be in any kind of chronological order. That being said, I do have ideas, and I'm open to ideas from you (which I'll credit appropriately ofc). If you do have ideas, send me a DM here on tumblr, or leave a comment on the fic on AO3, whichever is fine 😊 I can't promise I'll write it, but I'm always looking for inspo!

Either way, hope you enjoyed the fic! If you did, please consider leaving a like/kudos or comment, either here or on the Archive. Positive feedback is what keeps me going!

[themoonslore]

Teen Wolf / Criminal Minds Crossover Fan Fic Recs Part 1

I'll Blow This (open wide) by LadySlytherin

Word Count: 12595 Chapter 1/1 Sterek

FBI intern Stiles Stilinski is beyond excited at the prospect of joining the elite Behavioral Analysis Team. The BAU seems happy to have him joining their number.

When a fellow-intern comes to the mistaken conclusion that Stiles Stilinski and Dr. Spencer Reid are both dating the same person, Stiles sees it as an opportunity to bond with his future-teammate. One should never underestimate the pranking ability of two geniuses with devious tendencies.

I Have Friends In Not So Heavenly Places by Corvu_ss

Word Count: 38891 Chapters 17/? last updated 03/26/22 Sterek When the FBI catches Danny trying to hack into their database, they take an interest in a small town in California. It just so happens that there's been a new sting of murders in town, and not the team and the pack must work together to find and stop the culprit. Also, did I mention that the Doc and the Spark are related?

I'll cross this country on a frequency by illusemywords

Word Count 53541 Chapters 18/18 Steo  and Sterek 

(TW stalking, NC drug use)

“Stiles, I need you to run a license plate for me.”

“Whatever you need, babe.”

“Don’t call me babe.”

“Stop being such a sourwolf, just tell me the numbers.”

or

The one where there's a serial killer on the loose, Stiles Stilinski has a stalker and Derek Hale doesn't know how to express his emotions.

The New Member by Shadowofahunter

Word Count: 60241 Chapters 30/30 Stydia 

After losing Prentiss the team is raw, but when the new Agent Stilinski joins in her place they begin to heal.

Set in season 6 and ignores the cases.

The Full Moon Killer by thecheekydragon

Word Count: 20014 Chapter 1/1 Sterek

The team gets called to Dr. Stiles Stilinski’s hometown of Beacon Hills to investigate a serial killer residents have dubbed ‘The Full Moon Killer’. A Teen Wolf/Criminal Minds Fusion.

Unknown Subject by Jana_C

Word count: 2719 Chapter 1/1 Sterek (main character deaths, sad endings)

Maybe the monsters are there to make us all fear them, but it’s the ones who seem to be just like us that we should really be afraid of.

part 1  2  3