mononoke!sterek

FBI au where Person A is an agent and Person B works in the labs. They don’t positively interact a whole lot because of their jobs and they don’t really get along. That is until they both unknowingly sign up for the same cooking class and they now have to cook together three times a week. And they’re both a mess because work them is different than class them.

Stiles: from now on we’ll be using code names. I will be Eagle 1

Stiles: Erica is: been there, done that

Erica: *winks*

Stiles: Derek is: currently doing that

Derek

Stiles: Boyd is: it happened once in a dream

Boyd: ???

Stiles: Allison is: If I had to pick a human

Stiles: and Isaac is… Eagle 2

Isaac: oh thank god

smokesforsterek  asked:

SINCE YOU ASKED: Can you do Semi-Established Relationship Sterek and "You smell like a wet dog" were Derek reveals he's a werewolf?

I tried… I’m not sure where this went. *Throws some fluff and feels at you and runs away*

Stiles had no idea why he had thought getting caught in the rain would be romantic. In movies if always looked so sweet and it almost always lead to hot sex, but in reality it was cold and by the time he and Derek made it to the beach house they were renting Stiles was pretty miserable.

Derek hadn’t even tried to kiss him. This was their first trip as a, well not as boyfriends, but as whatever they were now, and Derek had been weird the entire time.

Not that it was surprising, Derek always acted a little weird around the full moon. Stiles had is own theories on why, but he wasn’t going to ask him, he knew that Derek would tell him when he was ready. 

They both stripped off their wet clothes in the entryway of the house. Stiles grabbed their clothes and made his way to the small laundry room to toss the clothes into the dryer. 

“You smell like wet dog,” Stiles said with a smirk in his voice. He turned around to see Derek standing in his still wet boxer briefs in the doorway. 

Derek’s eyes went a little wide at the comment and then he shook his head softly, his voice easy as he said, “If you have something to say, just say it.”

“Oh nothing,” Stiles said with a little smile, leaning against the dryer, the sound of their clothes tumbling filled the quiet. 

“Stiles,” Derek said, stepping forward, caging him against the dryer, “Ask.”

“Say it,” Stiles said, leaning forward and kissing Derek’s neck, his hands on Derek’s hips, “If I already figured it out and I’m still here, you can just say it.”

“This feels like a scene from Twilight,” Derek said, laughing against Stiles’ temple. 

“Wrong powers,” Stiles said, kissing Derek’s jaw, “Wrong genetic makeup. So say it. I’m not running away.”

“Stiles,” Derek said with a sigh, “I’m a werewolf.”

“I know,” Stiles said, leaning back so he could kiss Derek’s lips, “I’ve known since English 101 freshman year.”

“Why didn’t you say anything,” Derek said, resting his forehead against Stiles’.

“Why didn’t you,” Stiles countered with a smile. He saw it reflected on Derek’s face, “I mean Scott’s a werewolf, you know he’s my best friend. You should have figured I knew about werewolves.”

“Scott never mentioned that you knew,” Derek said, “I don’t assume anything.”

“I’m the one who figured out that Scott was a werewolf,” Stiles said with a laugh, “But I’m glad you told me, I wouldn’t be able to date a guy who wasn’t honest with me about who he is.”

“So we’re dating now huh?” Derek asked with a smile.

“It looks like it, yeah,” Stiles said kissing Derek again and again.

“I can live with that,” Derek said after a moment, kissing Stiles back.

“No take backs,” Stiles singsonged, ducking under Derek’s arm and running toward the stairs, “Now come on wolfman, show me what you’re made of.”

Derek’s eyes flashed blue and he chases after Stiles, tackling him onto the bed with a dull thump. 

Maybe the rain wasn’t as romantic as the movies made it seem, but Stiles didn’t really mind anymore. 

anonymous asked:

It's 12:22 pm and I'm thinking about how Stiles has probably perfected his ability to lie convincingly over the years and it wigs him out a little bit that he doesn't get to stretch his fabrication skills anymore because at this point nobody ever even ASKS 'are you okay' because lol how could you be.

suicidal thoughts mention in answer

LISTEN MAN I KNOW I SAID I WAS BORED BUT HOW COULD YOU ATTACK ME LIKE THIS????

I’m just thinking about how Stiles perfected lying, but he didn’t just perfect it, he perfected it. He got so good at lying that even the werewolves can’t hear the skip in his heart beat anymore. And at some point, the lies start blending together with the truth. 

No one asks him how he is, if he’s okay, because they all just believe it. Stiles has always been okay, Stiles is supposed to be the one that’s okay, so how could he not be? He just bottles everything up, the Nogitsune and the Darach and Derek leaving.

Because yeah, Derek left. And the small, soft, important questions left with him. 

Stiles can’t blame him. If he didn’t have to go to school Stiles would’ve hit the road ages ago, but he can’t. He stayed, and he stays, because Scott needs him, and his dad needs him, and his Pack needs him - but no one ever asks what he needs

And one day, Derek comes back. It’s not permanent - of course it isn’t, because Stiles can’t have everything - and the knowledge that isn’t hurts, but Stiles tells himself it’s fine. Tells everyone else it’s fine. Tells Derek it’s fine. Because what else can he do, tell them that he can’t sleep and sometimes he thinks about jumping off a fucking building because there’s nothing left anymore?

It’s fine, it’s all fine. Everyone believes him. Except Derek looks at him, sometimes, really looks at him, the corners of his mouth turned down and a frown on his face and Stiles gets so scared that Derek knows that he starts avoiding him. 

But Derek has always been weirdly attuned to Stiles’ moods, and instead of leaving Stiles alone like he should, like Stiles wants him to (he doesn’t, but he does), he slips through the window. The shock of seeing Derek doing something so familiar makes Stiles’ breath hitch. It’s almost like he never left.

“Are you okay?” Derek asks quietly, leaning against the windowsill. Stiles resists the urge to scowl - here it comes, the questions, the ones Stiles hates

“It’s fine, Derek. I’m fine.”

Derek shifts. Stiles clenches his hands into fists and unclenches them again, waits for Derek to say something, anything

“I don’t believe you,” he says, not even glaring, just looking, head tilted to the side. If they were in a normal situation, Stiles would’ve made a dog joke. Instead, he’s forced to keep himself calm, to not let anything shine through - let the frustration cover up the lies. 

“Did I fucking stutter? Did my heart skip a beat?”

“No,” Derek says, soft, looking at his hands, and Stiles is about to start gloating when Derek looks up. “No, but sometimes, people learn to lie.”

And Stiles - Stiles doesn’t know what to say to that because Derek’s right. Derek hasn’t even been back for a fucking week and he’s already pulling at the loose threads of the web that’s holding him together, and Stiles knows his heart’s skipping beats now, because Derek’s just staring and Stiles is falling apart here -

“Hey, hey,” Derek says, rushing forward, his hands clamping around Stiles’ biceps. Stiles doesn’t even notice he’s crying until Derek wipes a tear away from his cheek. “It’s okay not to be okay.”

And Stiles just cries, and Derek just holds him. Maybe, Stiles thinks as he curls into Derek’s chest, maybe, things’ll be okay. Eventually.

Tell me what time it is and what you’re thinking about?

“Derek… why are you sleeping on the floor?” Stiles asks, eying Derek’s sleeping form. He’s got one of the living room throws over him, though it doesn’t cover his entire body. 

“The dogs looked so peaceful on the bed, I didn’t want to disturb them,” Derek says, blinking slowly at Stiles from the floor. 

“This is why they walk all over you, this is the exact reason,” Stiles says, laughing. His werewolf husband is manipulated by their dogs, this is his life. 

without really meaning it

The Way You Said “I Love You” Prompts
@stileslydiah requested “24. Without really meaning it”

Watching Derek dote on someone is hard – harder than Stiles thought it would ever be, despite the fact he knows it’s insincere; despite the fact it’s the job and nothing more.

 It’s hard because Stiles hasn’t had those arms around him in months, hasn’t had opportunity to arrange a chance meeting on a crowded street in weeks, hasn’t had Derek’s eyes meet his and watched his mouth curl into a smile for him.

 Derek’s team have been fairly indulgent, letting Stiles tag along on the assignment to observe and allowing him to blend with various crowds just to be close to Derek. Early on, before Derek insinuated himself into their mark’s life, they even allowed them to talk on the phone, but that might as well have been in another lifetime.

 Sometimes, Stiles hates his job, hates Derek’s job, hates the fact they’d never have met if it wasn’t for their jobs because then he can’t hate it as much.

 Stiles is across the restaurant and he can’t tear his eyes away from the back of Derek’s head for more than a few seconds at a time, usually at the prompting of the agent he’s sitting across from.

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Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of by Lissadiane

Rating: Not Rated

Word Count: 14953

It’s a cold, snowy night and Stiles is halfway through his shift at the campus coffee shop when a tall, dark and handsome stranger walks in, one who seems unaware that he’s being haunted by a wolf.

In which Stiles Stilinski sees the ghosts of animals with unfinished business, and Derek Hale is unaware that his dearly departed sister left a few things unfinished.

anonymous asked:

Hello I was wondering if you find similar fix like More than Biology with like bamf omega stiles going against the rules the angst could stay but without it is good too?

Made a list of Bamf!Omega!Stiles fics for you bb, hope you enjoy!  :D  -Emmy

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Swords & Curly Fries by wolfs_are_cool2 

(2,920 I Not Rated I WIP)  *sterek, stiles/theo, kitsune!stiles

Theo didn’t really like his job. He liked being out in the field where he could face the  grimm head on and y'know, kill things. When he got assigned to Beacon, He didn’t think he would be stuck being a class aid. But maybe a certain kitsune could make his job a lot better.
OR
the one where Stiles is the BAMF omega all the alphas want, and Theo likes watching Stiles through his dorm window.
It’s not weird.

When the Moon Rises by lizc 

(4,116 I Mature I WIP)  *teacher!derek, werewolf!stiles

Stiles is a lonely highschool Stiboy and Derek is an attractive English teacher with an appreciation of moles and hazel eyes. When Stiles leaves abruptly during freshman year, Derek can’t help but wonder where the beautiful boy went. Three years later, a familiar face arrives back in Beacon Hills.

or

AU where Stiles is a lonely high schooler and leaves, comes back, and shocks everyone, including his then and now English teacher Derek Hale.

Suns of Beacon, Moon of Triskele by LLN3dseestheLight 

(10,852 I Explicit I WIP)  *sterek, historical AU, sci fi au

On the eve of the engagement feast of the newly crowned King of Beacon, Scott McCall of the House of True and the Lady Allison Argent. Allison was granted a boon as is custom on Beacon. She asked for the banishment of Omega Prince Nyctimus Stilinski, (other wise know as Stiles)Son of the House of Sheriff and Lord Nogitsune, from the planet of Beacon.

This was shocking to the court for all new that the prince was suppose to bond with the king to create an heir for the throne. Stiles though had been more than willing to step aside for Scott to marry Allison, but knew that the king’s and his child would be the heir…as Stiles father had planed years ago. Stiles knew there was only one place he could go…Planet Triskele. The prince knew he would be welcomed by Queen Talia Hale because of past deeds of valor he had done for her world. What the Prince didn’t know was how the Queen’s son, Derek Hale, would react to seeing him again.
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Or…the Sci-Fi/Historical Omega-verse story you didn’t know you needed!

They’ll Never Own Me by opallynch 

(14,385 I Explicit I WIP)  *sterek, werewolves are known

“Come. With. Me.” Well, apparently he isn’t familiar with the concept of asking. There goes Stiles’ fantasy about guy with a perfect body and the ability to form questions. Damn it.

Not-so-perfect guy is clearly tired of not asking him so nicely and takes Stiles’ arm and starts pulling him in the direction of an exit.

“What the fuck, man?” His grip is strong enough to prevent Stiles from getting away, but not strong enough to hurt him. In spite of a lack of any chance of retrieving his freedom, he still tries to wrench himself free and shouts at the guy. Stiles catches some man’s attention and gestures at the hand on his arm. The man only mouths “good job” and gives him thumbs up.

For fucks sake.

Pride and Werewolves by Benaya 

(18,313 I Not Rated I Complete)   *sterek, steo, steter, stackson

Pride & prejudice teen wolf style

Destruction in Their Wake by SterekHalelinski 

(50,753 I Explicit I WIP)  *sterek, Supernatural crossover, magic!Stiles, major character death

Stiles has magic, the inheritance of his mother’s cursed bloodline.  Being an empath is one of his many abilities—he can “read” soulmarks and can, if given the opportunity, tell more than just who someone is going to end up with.  He can glimpse into parts of their future; how they meet, and even as far as how they die.  It all just depends on how long he’s afforded contact with one of the matching marks.  Stiles read his once, against his mother’s warnings, and he now carries a heavy burden with him always.  

OR

The Teen Wolf and Supernatural crossover that nobody asked for.

OR

One serious mess of a fic.

You Don’t Always Get What You Want by deadly_nightshade, Nerdy_fangirl_57 

(56,479 I Mature I WIP)   *sterek, high school au

Stiles doesn’t understand what he could have done to deserve this. Not only has the entire student body been out to get him since he first stepped foot into Beacon Hills High, but now he has to endure the constant bullying without his best friend Scott by his side. All in all school is survivable, even with all the harassment. That is until he finds out that Derek Hale, basketball superstar and Stiles’ most persistent bully, is apparently his soulmate. Fan-fucking-tastic.

Derek can’t believe this. It has to be a joke, it has to, because there is no way in hell that a freak like Stilinski could ever be his soulmate. He despises him more than anyone in the universe. So what if Derek thinks he has a cute nose, no one needs to know. Besides it doesn’t matter anyway, he still hates Stilinski with every fiber of his being, his cute nose doesn’t change a thing.

(Inspired by Blue Monday written by ExpectNothingGainEverything)

Bruises and Bitemarks by oblivions172 

(89,897 I Explicit I WIP)   *sterek

Biologically, Stiles is weak. When he presented as an omega, he knew that to be the truth but that never stopped him from running his mouth as a defense mechanism. However, it could only save him so many times before he ended up pissing off the wrong person. After he’s attacked in the parking lot outside of school, Stiles realizes he can no longer protect himself with just pure wit and sarcasm. When the attack lands him in the hospital, his dad forces him to pick between two options, report the alphas who attacked him or join a kickboxing gym run by omega rights activist and alpha, Derek Hale, a man Stiles has been in love with for many years.

superbatfleck  asked:

i just want to say that the ending to your auror!derek fic still fucked me up like the ride was awesome but the ending was so sweettt and satisfying i still think about it from time to time

thank you so much!

 this fic was a long, long, time in the works. i’m not really sure what happened but there was a lot of life stuff that happened in the middle, and then i just got stuck, really terribly, and almost gave up but awesome people who kept leaving supportive comments and i was inspired again, so i’m really glad you enjoyed it. thank you for the sweet message and i hope you’re having a great day  ❤ ❤ ❤