#spark and wolf

[melioristicbeast]

"Knock knock! You boys up-" "NO! You can't come in, he's not DECENT!"

Stiles stilinski makes goo eyes at and jealously hoards soft derek hale send tweet

Part two of the brainworm @nerdherderette's request gave me (: Derek in stiles' clothing - the pajama bottoms are my own though (10+ years old target purchase, sadly not available anymore or i would've purchased a backup pair)

In my heart of hearts soft derek in comfy clothes makes stiles go HEART EYES MOTHERFUCKER in a markedly different way from nudity (◡‿◡✿)

[zeropro]

[Click here to view all my Transformers stuff in the order in which I posted it, so you can experience me slowly lose my mind in chronological order.]

[kymera219]

[jade-bright]

If we think about it...

If Eli did grow up with Stiles as his other parent, then he would have lived his own version of Spy x Family.

Derek Hale: his Dad

- To the public, was a wanted criminal, now someone that occasionally helps the Sheriff and a mechanic

- To the supernatural world and people in the know, born wolf who can do a full shift, and later a true alpha

Stiles Stilinski: his Tata

- To the public, the Sheriff's kid who used to cause mischief, now does who knows what outside of the town sometimes

- To the supernatural world and his coworkers, the insane FBI agent, and maybe something other too???

[takaraphoenix]

"You need to be that Spark, Stiles."

[imagine-sterek]

Imagine stiles thinking he’s just good at manifesting things.

Like he doesn’t want to go to class so he wishes class was canceled so then there’s bad weather, when there shouldn’t be, or the fire alarm breaks and keeps going off. Or the teacher had to cancel class for like a meeting.

He’d say that he needs to get groceries and someone would accidentally deliver food to his door and let him keep it and it’s his exact order too.

He’d go thrifting and find all kinds of cool clothes and vintage stuff he wanted.

He’s late and he’s hoping all the lights are green and there’s no traffic and instead of getting there 30 mins late he’s on time.

Like if he buys a mystery figurine he’d say I hope it’s …(which ever one he wants) and he gets it and it keeps happening if he has a bunch of them.

But it’s actually all part of his spark and anytime he wishes or manifests anything his spark is making it happen.

The reason no one asks him out is because he thinks no one wants to ask him out and is accidentally wishing it, and then…

[headcanonthings]

Stiles: There is no "I" in team. However, there are 6 "I"s in "Fuck It, I Don't Care How Big The Room Is, I Cast Fireball"! (BOOM!)

[teencopandthesourwolf]

read on ao3 HERE

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“I'm good, Stiles.”

Stiles thinks about the times when, all too often, he himself says I'm good in that particular way, and thinks about how it actually means everything in his life is currently lighting up like a dropped match landing in a trail of gasoline.

In the space of a single heartbeat, he knows he would somehow harness the contents of an entire fucking lake to dampen down that metaphorical trail for Derek, murdering the thought of that lost little boy playing Hide-Go-Seek in Derek's pale eyes.

Only he isn't about to start talking about things being on fire. Not to Derek, not ever.

Instead he says, “I always had this rule, you know, where I’d flat out ignore a problem and wait for it to—and I used to swear to myself that this would actually happen—” His lips drag themselves up one side of his face as he sweeps an arm dramatically through the drizzling rain and the pressing twilight. “—just go away.”

He then allows his arm to fall unceremoniously to his side, and the sound of hand slapping khakis rings out through the sparse and quiet branches of the preserve's stripped bare trees.

“Okay.” Derek says the word with an infinitesimal shake of his head, looking as if he wants Stiles to stop talking.

Thing is, if Derek wanted Stiles to stop talking he would say Stiles, stop talking.

So, Stiles troops on.

“And it kind of worked, a little bit. For a little while, at least. ” He takes a hit of chilly November air. Releases it slowly, enjoying the crazy plume of breath-smoke it creates. “Until I met you,” he shrugs.

Derek blinks and it's a betrayal, giving away his hard-won secrets.

Stiles briefly wonders who else—who left in the world—would know this about the werewolf standing opposite of him. Stiles doesn't need to be a ʼwolf to know this stuff, not when it comes to Derek Hale.

He tries not to look at Derek's lips when Derek licks them before asking, “What are you talking about, Stiles?”

“Magick,” he answers, his feelings and other things shifting underneath the layers of his skin, crackling away like a hundred tiny Roman Candles traversing his bloodstream and manifesting as gooseflesh.

Rolling his hoodie sleeve, he lifts a cold hand between the two of them and allows a miniscule fraction of whatever beats like a heart at the earth's core to flow up through the ground and into his feet and up his legs and down an arm, warm and thrilling, to then spring free out of his right palm.

A small sphere of pure light around the size of a tennis ball now glows about an inch above his hand, kind of like an oversized firefly—and just as alive.

“Cool as fuck, huh?” Stiles mutters, basking in its incandescence, super-proud of himself. Then he gets to his point. “Deaton showed me how to harness my spark, yeah? But I would never have found it in the first place, if you hadn't followed Scott and I into the woods that day.”

Derek blinks again. His jaw ticks like a clock.

“Stiles, that's a little like saying one, two miss a few, ninety-nine, a hundred,” he deadpans, and Stiles can't help but bark out a laugh.

Then he steels himself for one anticipatory moment before daring himself to take a step closer to Derek.

Derek stays put.

“Doesn't make it any less true,” Stiles shrugs.

Derek just stares at him for a moment, before peering down properly at Stiles's little orb, for the first time since Stiles summoned it.

“You've been practising,” he says simply, his eyebrows doing their thing.

He's now staring at Stiles's effort as if he wants to sink his fangs into it, like you would a quarter to test if it's real.

“Is it freaking you out?” Stiles asks.

“No,” he answers flatly. “I think it's cool as fuck,” and he looks up at Stiles like he might want to keep looking.

Stiles wants him to never stop.

“Then here, you can have it,” he says.

He takes another step closer to Derek.

They are toe to toe, now, and still Derek doesn't bolt, nor pounce, nor warn Stiles off.

So, Stiles—really slowly—reaches for Derek's hand.

Derek lets him.

Stiles then transfers the light to Derek's palm, cupping his hand around Derek's to ensure it keeps hovering there. He directs their hands to Derek's chest, stopping right over his heart and flattening them both there, he and Derek watching as Stiles's spark dissipates into Derek's body, leaving behind a few wispy tendrils of light that Stiles guides back into himself with a couple of waves of his free hand.

“Now, whenever you're good, I can be right there being good with you, even if I'm not around,” Stiles says, and then he hopes and hopes when he asks, “Is that okay?”

Derek smiles, and it's the first truly happy-looking smile that Stiles has been privileged enough to witness blooming on that beautiful, beautiful face of his.

“It's better than okay, Stiles,” he says. “It's magick.”

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unedited, soz! this is for @dontcallpanic (pip knows why) <3

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...edited version now found HERE on ao3 if you want to drop me a comment xp

[codename-adler]

to be honest. haikyuu is the only media that’s allowed to merrily drag me back by my hair anytime. merry christmas to me.

[adhd-winterfalcon]

derek, kidnapped by hunters: you guys are so fucked

hunters: oh wolfy, this is a trap for your little betas. your wolves can’t save you

derek: i wasn’t talking about them :)

stiles, slamming the door open, covered in blood and furious: who the FUCK took my boyfriend

hunter: it’s one human, what’s he- *chokes and falls to the ground*

stiles, fully darth-vadering it: oh no, do go on :)

[nightlark100]

My favourite plotlines in teen wolf fics:

Stiles taking down the Argents

The Betas getting turned into kids

Stiles being cared for by Peter after the Argent basement incident

Any plot where Stiles and Peter team up

Stiles getting kicked out of the pack and being a certified badass by himself

Stiles getting turned into some form of fluffy animal (and usually causing havoc)

Stiles becoming/being some kind of very unique shifter (my personal favourites i've read were Stiles as a Red Panda and a bitten Stiles turning into a lemming)

General domestic pack Mom Stiles fluffy

The Alpha pack as supernatural police

Scott getting knocked down a few pegs for being an idiot

Crossover fics (not usually a crossover fan but I have a soft spot for TW/Avengers and TW/Criminal Minds)

Stiles being related to Tony Stark

Stiles being sent to live with his uncle (usually Coulson) and getting semi adopted by the Avengers

The BAU being called to investigate one of the events in Beacon Hills

Stiles joining the BAU and being very casual about the weirdness in his life and then not knowing if he's joking or not

[melioristicbeast]

My Name is Derek Hale page 02 - in which the song lyric text is too tiny but hopefully somewhat readable, and stiles is having A Morning.

Next page is once again queued up for next weekend! this and page 3 have too many panels crammed into them, it gets better i promise lol

[First page] [<<prev | P02 | next>>] Original story on Ao3 by @isthatbloodonhisshirt

[james-crazy-world]

Welcome to it’s way to late (1:30 am) and I should be asleep but steter has taken over my mind so I will share a headcanon

So after the nogitsune stiles battles with depression and anxiety and he has no one to help him because one he is slowly bing pushed out of the mccall pack two he is hiding that he is struggling. He use’s his magic to hid his scent from the wolf, but Peter realise what’s going on and is set on helping stiles get better.

It starts out by Peter inviting stiles over to his den to study all of the books he owns so stiles can make his beatrairy. Slowly Peter works his way into stiles’s heart giving him gifts off books, ingredients for spell’s, jewelry and providing him with food and comfort. It took stiles 3 months to realise Peter was courting him

[kymera219]

He's supporting all of Peter's wrongs as well as his rights

[jade-bright]

version 1 Version 2

Laura: Have fun on your date with Stiles later, try not to burn the whole preserve Derek: ...I don't have a date with Stiles later Laura: What do you mean? I just saw him in the forest with a bunch of candles Derek: ... Laura: ... Both: Shit

[takaraphoenix]

They really gave Stiles magic for one episode and we all, collectively and rightfully so, assumed they'd do, you know, virtually anything at all with it so we took it and ran with it and fleshed it out beautifully and have hundreds of thousands of words written on Spark!Stiles and how his magic potential could have come into play in the show.

Meanwhile the writers room of the show were collectively picking their noses and brainstorming the worst ways to kill off beloved characters in dumbass plotlines.