Teen Wolf White Collar Au: The third time turns out to be the charm for criminal Stiles Stilinski. He has been eluding FBI agent Derek Hale for years, a run that finally comes to an end with his capture. But after the resourceful prisoner escapes from a maximum-security facility, then is nabbed once again by Hale, Stilinski suggests a different end-game: In return for freedom, he’ll help the Feds catch long-sought criminals. Though skeptical, Hale soon realizes that Stilinski’s instincts and insight are a rare commodity.
Accidental clothes sharing fic for blaineswolf oops
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“ – I’ve been thinking about a way to get rid of these faeries without everything erupting into chaos and bloodshed again, and – dude, are you even listening to anything I’m saying?” Stiles asks, snapping his fingers right in front of Scott’s nose just to be an asshole. In his defence, he doesn’t like being ignored, and Scott does startle a little at his sudden motion, which gives him reason to be extra smug about his childish behaviour. It’s not often he manages to surprise a werewolf, he has to revel in it.
Scott grimaces, looking satisfyingly contrite. “Sorry, man. I just – are you wearing Derek’s shirt?”
Stiles frowns in confusion and looks down at himself to see that yes, he is, in fact, wearing a Henley that most certainly does not belong to him. His entire wardrobe consists solely of plaid shirts, t-shirt, some sweatshirts and, well, more plaid, which he really wishes Lydia would stop judging him for. Plaid is iconic, okay, and wearing layers makes him look less like the scrawny, gangly seventeen-year-old he is. Not everyone has the body to pull off tight Henleys that show off your killer abs.
“Uh,” Stiles says. He’s not entirely sure how he ended up wearing a Henley that for all intents and purposes shouldn’t be found anywhere near his house, but then again, this morning had been kind of a blur because he’d slept through his alarm and had only just stumbled out of bed in time to grab the first thing in his drawer and brush his teeth being half-asleep before racing to school.
“How do you – do you smell him on that shirt?” he asks, suddenly curious, lifting the hem up to sniff at it himself. It doesn’t smell like anything but laundry detergent to him, fresh and clean, and, uh, kind of warm. Not that warm is a smell. It’s also surprisingly soft – he always figured Derek wore the most uncomfortable clothing in history, either as a form of punishing himself or to make it easier for him to scowl at everyone and everything.
“Yeah, I do,” Scott confirms.
“That’s kind of cool,” Stiles says. “Though if you can still smell that, I really don’t wanna know what the locker room smells like to you after practice. This must’ve been in my drawer for months. Which reminds me, that bastard still has one of my t-shirts.”
Scott’s eyebrows climb higher up his forehead. “Anything I should know?”
Stiles punches him in the shoulder. “Not like that, dude. Remember the time Derek was a wanted fugitive?”
“Which time?”
Point. “The one after Peter trapped us in the school and we saved him from being shot by the Argents? He thought it was a good idea to hide in my room for a bit, and his shirt was kind of bloody, so when Danny came over to do lab work I gave him one of mine and put this one into the laundry. He looks enough like a serial killer on a good day; being covered in blood didn’t really help him look inconspicuous. I figured he’d come through my window like the creeper he is and take it back.” He shrugs. “Guess he was too busy with the almost dying and maiming people and biting a bunch of teenagers and then almost dying again to come pick it up.”
“And now you’ve claimed it for yourself?”
“I’m not giving it back until I get my shirt back, dude. I’m not rich, I can’t afford to give free shirts to alpha werewolves who have enough money to drive around in pretentious cars but don’t even live in decent living spaces.” Stiles tilts his head, rubs his finger along the soft material. “Actually, I might consider it payment for housing him and putting up with him.”
This is clearly Derek, Michael, and Brandon Hale. They were pretty much inseparable during their childhood and spend a ton of time avoiding Laura, Cora, and Nora because those three were vicious and scary.
They built a ‘Boys Only’ treehouse one summer because Laura had claimed the living room as a ‘Girls Only’ space and whenever they would come home from college the three of them would meet there and catch up.
Stiles actually went to college with Michael (who is painfully straight) and one summer he came to visit and Derek just about lost it when he pulled himself into the treehouse and saw a guy who looked like sex on a stick licking a popsicle and hanging out with Mike.
And you bet your ass Mike smelled the interest coming off his brother and teased him relentlessly about it.
And Derek thought that Stiles wasn’t into him because Stiles grew up around werewolves and he learned how to mask his scent, but he did whine to Mike about how hot his older brother was.
You bet your ass Michael told everyone in the family that Stiles likes Derek, but he didn’t tell Derek. The Hale family took bets that summer about when and how they would finally get together.
Brandon won the pot (645$). It was on the 4th of July, Stiles was eating yet another popsicle and Derek finally broke down and growled as Stiles put the entire thing into his mouth. He found them the next day in the treehouse and everyone had to stay away from it for almost a week before it stopped smelling like sex.
NEED THIS STEREK AU. Professor Hale wildly out of his depth, but with a genius solution to save the world.
Thankfully Agent Stilinski is by his side to keep him safe and warrm at night as they make their way to the nearest military base. The find love along the way… and zombies. A lot of zombies.
this is very 007 and Q, except Derek is Q and Stiles is the secret agent who keeps finding excuses to drop by to ogle his cute quartermaster and compliment his new inventions because Derek blushes so easily, it’s adorable.
and one day Derek has to do field work and Stiles gets tasked with protecting him but something goes wrong and they get separated, and Stiles is being held hostage all the while trying not to show how much he’s freaking out bc shit, he’s supposed to be protecting Derek he’s the one who’s important here, they need their Q alive
and on the other side of the building Derek is freaking out just as much – he needs Stiles to be alive, he’s their best asset and, and, Derek likes to have him around, his stupid demands for shoe knives keep him grounded, he has to save him, like he knows the flirting is just Stiles being Stiles but, it’s still endearing, he wants to keep flirting with him some more. and Derek is Q okay? that means he’s super smart and he can destroy a city with just his phone, so nothing will stop him from getting his agent back
meanwhile Stiles is struggling against the ropes holding him back, taunting his kidnappers to try and get something out of them and then there’s an explosion outside and Stiles figures, hey backup, except when the door swings open Derek steps inside, Stiles’ gun in hand. he shoots the two captors before adjusting his glasses and smiling at Stiles
theproblemwithstardust 