@shittyfanfictions | AO3 – Firefighter Derek, as requested. I hope you enjoy it!
Derek. Stiles. Pining. Fluff.
Derek was in trouble. Not literally speaking—he’d never done a morally questionable thing in his life, he wasn’t Laura. No, Derek was in the kind of trouble people get into when they couldn’t control their damn feelings, and they leaked all over the place. He knew Isaac and Boyd had a bet going about his predicament, and he was pretty sure they convinced Alison to buy in the day before. It was unprofessional… Derek didn’t like it, and he did not find it the least bit funny.
It was ironic, considering liking things was what got him into that situation in the first place. Specifically his unmitigated, all-consuming like of the artist whose tattoo shop sat across the street from Derek’s fire station. Every morning at 9am Derek watched agile fingers wiggle the key in the lock and uncoordinated attempts to both balance his coffee and open the door. He was forced to witness the flailing as Stiles struggled to open the blinds. The inch of skin that crept into view when Stiles stretched his lean, ink covered arms above his head was obscene. There should be laws about being subjected that that sort of thing. It was unjust.
“You could always not watch him,” Boyd pointed out.
Derek feigned ignorance and folded the hose he was inspecting back into place. “I’m not watching anybody, I’m checking the rig. It’s called work, you should try it.”
“Right,” Boyd raised a brow. “Checking the rig at the same time the kid across the street shows up for work. Every day. With the bay door open.”
“I like the breeze.”
“You like the view,” Boyd snorted, and because he was actually good at his job he went to inspect the tires. “You should ask him out.”
Derek ignored him, like he’d done to everyone who stuck their noses in Derek’s love life and tried to offer the same advice. “The front left needs more air,” he said instead, ending the conversation.
Let’s Start This Fire
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