Tag: deputy!stiles

Kissing meme #9: Jawline kisses? :D

eeyore9990:

Flash Fic #35: Never Let You Go

“I thought this place was scary when the kanima was running around. What kind of horror is Beacon Hills facing now that someone weighed the pros and cons and still gave you a gun?”

The lightly teasing voice makes Stiles go still, his hands beginning to shake as something wild and overwhelming pierces his heart. Looking up, he drops the pen he’d been using to fill out reports and…

And then he loses a bit of time or something because he doesn’t remember getting up from his seat or going around the big counter – or, judging by the way the various pamphlets they keep in tidy boxes are scattered across the counter and fluttering to floor, going over the counter. But suddenly he’s on the other side, his arms wrapped tight around Derek Hale.

Derek Hale who left this town nearly eight years before but is here now, whole and alive and fucking here.

“Hey,” Stiles finally says when the hug has dragged on kind of an awkwardly long time, his voice a little weak and definitely shakier than his hands.

Not that Stiles cares how long he’s been crushing Derek against him. He’s pretty sure it’s gonna take him about eight more years to convince himself to let go. So he just buries his nose a bit deeper in the longish hair behind Derek’s ear and breathes him in.

“Hey,” Derek says back, and Stiles doesn’t think he’s imagining that Derek sounds just as shaken as Stiles is feeling.

“Uh, Stiles?” comes another voice and Stiles turns his head just enough to see his dad standing in the doorway of his office, cup of coffee in hand as he watches them, his mouth curved in a sort of bittersweet smile. “Why don’t you let Derek go and the two of you can go catch up over lunch.”

It’s kind of clearly an order – from his boss as much as his dad – but Stiles’ arms spasm at the idea of letting go. Because no, it hasn’t been long enough and if he lets go now, Derek may disappear again and–

Every thought, every knee-jerk reaction going on in his head shatters when he feels Derek turn his head slightly, feels the scrape of close cropped stubble over his cheek just before there’s the faint sensation of lips pressing against his jaw before Derek pulls back.

Or, you know, tries to.

Stiles, even shocked stupid by that unexpected – but oh-so-welcome – little kiss, isn’t quite convinced to let go.

“It’s okay,” Derek murmurs, and they’re so close, Stiles could literally just tilt his head a fraction and be kissing him.

It’s tempting. Even the thought of the official reprimand he’d probably have to face for PDA in uniform doesn’t really faze him.

The sound of Derek’s stomach growling, however…

Stiles’ arms loosen in surprise and he pulls back to look down.

Derek – who hasn’t exactly removed his hands from Stiles yet either, it should be pointed out – shrugs sheepishly, his cheeks going pink. “I drove straight through when I got the invitation, so… I’m a bit hungry.”

Stiles nods, going a little cold all over as he realizes that the only reason Derek’s here is for Scott’s wedding. “Yeah,” he says, finally letting his arms fall back to his sides as he steps backward. “Let me just get my wallet and–”

A twenty slapping down on the counter cuts him off and Stiles looks to see his dad still smiling at him.

“It’s on me, boys. Go eat. I’ll catch you later, Derek. It’s good to see you…” the sheriff’s voice trails off awkwardly before he finally finishes with a, “back. It’s good to see you back.”

“It’s good to be home, sir,” Derek says, and no one can miss the emphasis he puts on that word. “It’s been too long.”

Stiles walks out of the building in something like a fog. “So,” he finally says, “where–”

“Here,” Derek says in a burst of sound, interrupting Stiles’ inquiry about where he wants to go to lunch.

Confused, Stiles looks around. “Huh?”

“I bought a house. Here. It’s where I live. Now.” Derek hooks a thumb over his shoulder, gesturing north on Maple.

Stiles swallows, that piercing feeling overwhelming him again. He thinks it might actually be joy. “You’re… moving back,” he says. “To Beacon Hills.”

Derek’s chin has barely dipped in a nod before Stiles is crushing him in another fierce hug.

Screw protocol and regulations about PDA, screw growling stomachs and time constraints. There are more important things right now.

Like pressing his own kiss to the curve of Derek’s jaw.

Just a Hobby

kaistrex:

Five times Deputy Derek shelters his partner from the supernatural and
the one time he discovers he’s just been making a fool of himself.

3015w. Written for the @sterekwritingroom August theme ‘Cops & Crooks’. | AO3

Note:
The fourth part doesn’t really fit in with the ‘Five times…’ in the summary, but I didn’t know how else to word it!
This is inspired by all the prompts we were throwing at each other in my writing group.

With news of a Nemeton waking in the town of Beacon Hills, Derek
immediately requests a transfer to the town’s Sheriff department. The
area has no protectors, no werewolf pack that calls it home, and he’s
had enough experience to know the current deputies have no idea what
they’re dealing with.

The new magical activity given off by the
Nemeton attracts the sort of supernatural attention the town isn’t
equipped to deal with, though he can’t help wondering if the pull
drawing him to the town makes him any different from the rest of them.
One thing’s for sure though: he had no idea how difficult it would be to
cover up the true natures of the criminals when he’s been landed with a
partner this distracting.

Stiles Stilinski is the son of the
celebrated Sheriff, sharp-minded and quick-witted and sarcastic, with
bright eyes, a smart mouth and long fingers. From day one, Derek was a
goner but, beside the fact that trying to date his partner would be
frowned upon on a whole number of levels, the sorts of secrets Derek is
keeping from him does not a lasting relationship make. It didn’t help
grow a working partnership either, especially after only one hour on the
job and Stiles already caught him logging into his family’s bestiary.

“‘Myth
versus reality’,” Stiles had read aloud slowly from over his shoulder.
Derek had leapt nearly a foot in the air and cracked his computer mouse
with how hard he clicked the minimise button.

“It’s just a hobby!” he’d blurted out, sure he must have been sweating bullets as Stiles’ eyes narrowed.

His
new partner’s frown smoothed out a second later to an expression
strangely blank. “A hobby?” he’d asked with a knowing nod. “Cool.”

Despite
the close call, the bestiary comes in handy when his first major case
happens to be a wendigo discovered after a prolonged power outage to the
street it lived on raised complaints of a foul odour coming from the
thing’s basement. It’s since been dubbed a cannibal and Derek is the
only one who knows the truth.

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rlnerdgirl:

Everyone in Beacon Hills knows that Hales do one of two things when they get out of college: become a firefighter, or join the team at Hale’s Bakery. 

Or, the fic in which ½ the fire department is the Hale family, and the others are making cupcakes, cookies, scones, and croissants. The Hale fire never happened because they’re firefighters. 

There’s a not-so-bitter sheriff department and firefighter not-quite feud, that gets address multiple times of year with: spring baseball games, summer town fairs and competitive fair games and who can get the most money for their department, fall corn-maze completion competition, and the winter Deputy / Firefighter auction for charity.

That last one gets a little awkward when, after showing up in Beacon Hills at the beginning of spring to become a deputy under his father, Stiles and Derek have had a somewhat-more-bitter-than-not feud between themselves for the year. First impressions didn’t go well (when Stiles literally ran into Derek at the coffee shop, before Stiles had his uniform on, Derek may have called him a ‘Bumbling idiot, and aren’t you supposed to be in school right now? What’s your name? I’ll let Principal Garner know you’re fine, just cutting.’) (and later when Stiles pulled over a slick black Camaro for going 10 miles above the speed limit–most deputies, and Stiles, let the Hales do their thing on that mountain road that almost nobody other than the Hales use–because he’d seen Derek get into it and ‘Oh, what a surprise. This is your car? Here’s your ticket.’)

But, yeah, that years Deputy / Firefighter auction gets weird when Derek doesn’t show up for his name being called (he’s a Hale, he’s been a firefighter for 4 years, he’s supposed to know how this works), and when Stiles skids onto the stage for his own (he’s new, he doesn’t get to not show up for his turn), looking utterly debauched and everybody knows why he’s thirty seconds late.

‘We can see you tucking your shirt in, Stiles,’ someone calls from out in the darkness, and wow, he didn’t think he could get more red.

‘Is that stubble burn on your face, son?’ his father asks, somewhere between amused, bemused, and scandalized.

He spends an awkward two minutes on the stage before Laura finally stands up, buys him for two hundred dollars, ‘And I swear to everything I will stop making those firehouse cookies if someone goes against me, because I’m not spending more than this on…’ a wave of her hand, ‘that.’

Stiles kind of melts in relief being out of the lights, walks toward Laura, who’s smirking, Cora beside her looking like she’s about to barf, and both of them wave him over to another table where Derek sits with his shirt buttoned askew, off by a button, and his hair is a mess.

I love your writing! For a prompt, deputy!stiles returning a runaway to derek’s huge fosterhome for supernatural kids? And it keeps happening over and over?

pantstomatch:

Uh, so, I wrote this for you!!! but it turned out to be 17k of pack feels and needed to go directly on AO3, so…

Under Yellow Moons

They stare at each other, half-grinning, and Derek knows it’s definitely the absolute wrong time for this, but he wants. He wants to grin at Stiles over dinner every day for the rest of his life, baffled over yams and Moon Pie Day, and, god, crap, goddamn, when the fuck did he have time to fall in love?

Or

The life and times of Deputy Stiles and Supernatural Foster Dad Derek Hale