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Any outsider POV in Teen Wolf has to be insane. All the other students in BHHS have to be having a time.
Take "Master Plan". It's the night of the big game. One of your players seems to be deliberately injuring his teammates. Your star player kills himself on the field. The Sheriff's son is kidnapped. Two students go missing together. Your star player is apparently not dead? The Sheriff's son comes back to school with his face beat up. Your principal dies.
What the fuck?
Hello!!! I was wondering if you know of any sterek fics where Stiles and Derek or any one else are rough housing tumbling around playing or play fighting I've just felt the visceral need for something along those lines and I just can’t seem to find anything <3 <3
Hi @here4thetrama, i went to take a look at what i had and even read a few more. the options are actually pretty sparce, but no worries, i have a few options for you! I hope you havent read them before and that you like them
Harmonious Communication 7K (T) by Panicitsamelon
Stiles definitely didn't have a crush on his best friend's older brother, Derek. Definitely not. He just appreciated Derek's body. Shut up, the man was walking sex and Stiles was a seventeen-year-old boy. He could fantasize about him if he wanted (“But not out loud.” “Shut up, Scotty, it’s your fault for being related to him.”)
Let us Stray 'til Break of Day 55K (E) by Loz
Derek decides the best way to get Scott to join his pack is to seduce Stiles first. Derek makes terrible decisions.
"Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!" 2.3K (T) by jadore_hale
“I’m sorry,” Stiles sighed heavily, coming back down to earth, “But when you woke me up this morning and said that we needed to go out into the woods and find the evil Snow Witch that brought this shit here, I thought that was your emotionally stunted way of saying come build a snowman with me.”
5 Times Stiles and Derek Play Fought Platonically 3.3K (T) by charlesdk
And 1 time they play fought romantically.
Sundays are for sleeping 1.4K (T) Rsjessen
Stiles really doesn't understand why he needs to join the pack at training every single weekend. Derek tells him why.
Yeah I did. I had to handcuff him to a radiator, why?
I just need, like, a million fics featuring Stiles trying really hard to be bros with Boyd, and Boyd just sort of blandly tolerating him.
#everytime Boyd says they’re not friends #he’s like #SOON
Imagine Derek comes home from work one day and he's really tired and just wants to nap. But baby Eli is teething and Boyd is so tired of being a werewolf baby's chew toy and tells Derek he's on his own
Stiles comes by to drop off some books he'd borrowed from the Hale vault. Stiles, who never once judged Derek for having a one night stand when he was drowning in misery after Laura's death. Stiles, who never told Derek he didn't think the Alpha couldn't take care of a baby he didn't know he was going to have. Stiles, the 17 year old squishy human who saved his life more times than Derek could count.
Stiles comes in, sees the mess in the loft and just smiles fondly as he picks Eli up from Derek's chest and carries the baby around while Stiles starts to pick up toys. Stiles hums the whole time, soothing both father and son.
Derek wakes up an hour later to dinner on the table, Eli playing happily on the floor and Stiles putting his shoes back on
"you always have an uncanny ability to wake up once food is done" stiles told him fondly. "There's some peeled grapes in the freezer, those should Eli with his raging mouth thing he's got going on. There's garlic bread in the oven. I've got to head out and meet dad at the station. See you tomorrow, big guy"
Derek just says there dumfounded, staring at the closed door.
Derek may have been doing everything he could to keep his pack together, but Stiles was the one holding Derek together. And he wasn't sure the boy even knew.
Edit: part one of the full fic up on AO3!!
one of the biggest comedic elements in Teen Wolf is the utter disparity between Scott and Stiles attitude towards the supernatural - like Scott is THE teen wolf, packs of werewolves are dropping out of the sky on his way to school, his classmates are turning into lizards/demons/chimeras but he’s still like “im just a normal guy and maybe i can go on a date with Allison :) and grow up normally in a normal way” even as his eyes start glowing and he sprouts claws and fangs. meanwhile, “regular human” Stiles Stilinski can endure a maximum of 15 without an evil cult showing up before he gets bored and starts poking around for more dead bodies
Scott: What does your keen werewolf senses say about that guy?
Derek: He feels off. He smells calm and collected but I would need to watch him more before I make a decision.
Stiles: I don’t like him
Derek: Yeah that guy fucking sucks let’s kill him.
Scott: ???
Imagine Stiles spends so much time around Derek in wolf form that whenever wolf Derek stretches Stiles says "Big stretch!". But he got so used to it that now he does it to Derek when he's not in wolf form, like when Derek stretches as he comes down stairs in the morning or when he's been sitting down reading too long. Every time Derek stretches, Stiles says "Oh, big stretch!"
Scott: Alright, so the vampire's gravestone is— Stiles: Cenotaph. Scott: What? Derek: It's only a gravestone if it marks the location of a body. A monument honoring someone whose body isn't present is a cenotaph. Scott:I'm… not sure that's how it works if the body gets up and walks away on its own. Stiles: There's a precedent for gravestones being reclassified as cenotaphs if the body is later removed and re-interred elsewhere. There's no rule that says the body itself can't do the removing. Scott: Okay, but the body is very much coming back. That's kind of what we're here to accomplish. Derek, shrugging: So it's a temporary cenotaph. Scott: And naturally our greatest concern here is avoiding semantic ambiguity. Stiles, nodding: Semantic ambiguity is how vampires get you.
I absolutely love it when a character goes like: with all due respect sir, but- *proceeds to say the most disrespectful thing said sir ever heard in their life*
Peter Hale core
Stiles: I can't believe I couldn't solve this. I just... I just wanted it to be perfect. Derek: We protect our territory the best we can with what we have. That's what the pack has done for centuries. You don't have to be so hard on yourself. What we do is good enough. Stiles: Wow, thanks, Derek. I would love to sit in this moment with you, but I just thought of a plan that will fix everything, completely ignoring your pleas for me to let this go. Derek: Stiles: I love you, bye! [runs off]
Isaac: Synonyms are weird because if you invite someone to your cottage in the forest, that just sounds nice and cozy but if I invite you to my cabin in the woods, you’re going to die.
Boyd: Like "butt dial" versus "booty call".
Erica: Or "menial work" versus "hand job".
Stiles: "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned" versus "sorry, Daddy, I've been naughty."
Derek: Alright, language is cancelled!
Stiles: *waking up* Good morning. How’d you sleep last night?
Derek: *bolts upright, suddenly alert, accidentally shoving Stiles off the bed* What are you doing in my bed?
Stiles: Sleeping.
Derek: You we’re meant to sleep on the air mattress on the floor?
Stiles: I had a nightmare!
Derek: So you climbed into bed with me? What are you, five years old?
Stiles: I needed to feel safe and, you know what, I did feel safe up there with you. Plus, I feel like there’s some sort of weird power dynamic going on here with you sleeping in the bed and me sleeping on the floor like a dog.
Derek: You have the air mattress, you’re not sleeping on the floor.
Stiles: Still! Feels like some sort of power play.
Derek: *acting dramatic* Oh yes, look at me, the king sleeping in his twin bed!
Stiles: -_-
Derek: *still being dramatic* Look upon your king as he sleeps a lofty twelve inches off the ground!
Stiles: Be dramatic all you want, but I’ll have you know I slept a lot better once I got in the bed. And I’m curious, how did you sleep last night?
Derek: … *quietly mumbles*
Stiles: What was that?
Derek: It was the best sleep I’ve had in a long time.
Stiles: *acting dramatic* What is that you say? The king slept well with a peasant in his bed!
i've become very obsessed with cemetery sterek lately. necromancer!stiles is just it, you know?
inspiration: burial rituals by @aurevell
“You’re making this really hard, you know. I keep calling you ‘Growly’ in my head, and then you go and curl up and shit. Act all cute.” He frowns, thinking. “I’m Stiles, by the way. If you’re like, a conscious being and you were trying to figure out what to call me in your head. If you have a head that has thoughts like that."
Honestly, the funniest thing about thinking about TCF is realising how pissed off the White Star and Arm must have been about Cale and his group consistently beating them. This is made even funnier when you realise that physically Cale and his main crew look like a bunch or teenagers, kids and animals, who for some reason keep outsmarting and beating them. Like, I don't think they'd know Choi Han has actually been alive hundreds of years, and physically, he looks 16. There's two random cats running around, spreading poisoned fog, but TBF I can't remember how long the cats are hidden, Cale himself looks and physically is 18, can't remember Lock's age but I feel like he's also around 15. I imagine Rosalyn is also a similar age but I don't know if / when we get her age. And I just have to wonder how pissed Arm was when they found out they were being bested by a couple of teens and like early 20 year olds. Especially the White Star since he's been planning this for so long and he's being beaten by teens. I wonder if they said "we would've gotten away with it too if it wasn't for those meddling kids, and their cats." Also the fact that Cale and his crew will be everywhere for a few weeks, go completely off the grid, no one hears anything about them, and then suddenly they're back, and, oh, yep, the group's definitely bigger. Hey, wait, weren't they with us before? Like I like to imagine that, as time passed, they tried to stay confident and seem cocky, but were lowkey terrified, because what the fuck? Where does he keep finding these people? What do you mean there's like 7 Dragons on his side? What do you mean he has that many ancient powers? It's been two years. How did he do this so fast? Like, imagine being the White Star, or the God of Despair, or worse, a low ranking Arm member. Like, yes, we're a cult, we follow the White Star, but... do we really have to fight these guys?
Scooby-Doo ass heros
Imagine the sheer disbelief of the Arm crew when they began chasing down the people impersonating them and ruining their plans, only to discover that the perpetrators were the most random and insane group possible. A bunch of highly powerful people with no prior connections who for some reason decided to band together, led by an eighteen-year-old who, until a few months ago, was a troublemaking alcoholic, weak-looking, and walks around with two cute kittens in tow. I know we laughed at White Radish for thinking Cale was a reincarnator who'd been stalking him for centuries, but frankly, I don't blame him for the absurd thought. A part of him must have known it was a false assumption, but he must have been desperate to maintain what remained of his dignity, unwilling to admit that his thousand-year-old plans were being destroyed by a few young people who got together and decided they didn't like what he was doing.