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.
Tag: drabble
To Bells! You’re my valentine 😉
Sterek AU: Stiles is the son of the richest man in California – his dad made his life as a personal investigator and ended uplanding on more money than he ever hoped for after a big case. It was uphill
from there. The downside is Stiles can’t trust anyone. After befriending Derek
Hale, a senior in the college Stiles attends to, things take a unexpected turn.
His new friend asks him to be his fake boyfriend for a week, just to get the
family’s guy to leave him alone. What Stiles doesn’t expect is for Derek’s family
to think Stiles is a gold-digger,
since they’re basically royalty… in the small town they live. He’s also
surprised to realize that Derek’s uncle, Peter, is one of the guys his father
is currently investigatingThe feelings Stiles start to develop for his
friend don’t really help. The sex ends up being amazing, though
AU where Stiles is an undercover FBI agent who’s supposed to be taking down some Irish mob and Derek is an undercover cop who’s doing the same thing.
Except neither of them know that the other is also law enforcement.
They fall for each other so hard and Stiles keeps thing about how bad it’s going to suck when they finally take them down because then he won’t have Derek anymore. And Derek is heart broken that someone as amazing as Paddy (Stiles undercover name because) is on the wrong side of this.
Stiles almost warns Derek about the FBI/Boston PD raid.
Derek nearly pulls Stiles out when he runs out the back door in an ‘attempt to escape’ the raid.
It isn’t until Derek sees one of the FBI guys uncuffing Stiles at the station and handing him a badge and gun that Derek realized that Stiles was also undercover.
Stiles knew before Derek because he asked his partner if Derek McHale had a record and Erica had just laughed and told him Derek was Boston PD.
They end up making out in the locker room until Captain Boyd comes in and tells them to break it up. They do, but only until they get to Derek’s apartment.
I DID IT
One day. ONE DAY. I spent the whole morning coloring this thing to prove to myself it IS POSSIBLE for me to finish a complete illustration from start to finish.
My butt is totally NUMB and I’ve had WAY TOO MANY cups of coffee but it was WORTH IT!!!
Here’s the description (and I wanna preface this by saying I’m only halfway through the first book, so if I got something horribly wrong FORGIVE ME):
Derek Hale (of the Wolfswood) is tasked with keeping an eye on the young Lordling Stiles from Riverrun. With him is his ever-present direwolf, Fenris (idk if they have that sort of mythology yet, but I like the name). He’s surprised at Stiles’ tenacity to keep up with him, and is beginning to think he’d bit off more than he could chew when he’d agreed to take up guard duty from his sister, Laura (and her wolf, Skol). The Hale’s sigil is a gold triskele on a dark brown field. It is rumored that their family is as old as the Wall, and can be as vicious as the direwolves that flank their sides.
::edited for sentence clarity::
Sometimes Derek wonders how the hell he didnt realise it before, how he didnt look at Stiles and just know. Just know that their bodies would fit perfectly, that the curve of Stiles’s ass would fit against the curve of Derek’s hip, how Derek’s thumb would fit perfectly against the hollow under Stiles’s chin, or the one under his bottom lip. How perfect Derek’s hands would feel clamped around Stiles’s hips, or how Stiles’s fingers would fit just right around Derek’s arms. Or how Derek’s fingers would slot between Stiles’s ribs like they were made for each other.
He doesn’t know how he missed it. How he went through so much of his life without knowing how it would feel to have Stiles pulled back against his chest. But he’s got it now, and there is no way he’s ever letting go.
He likes it when Stiles puts him on his knees, when he binds his hands behind his back, when he rakes the wolfs bane coated pin wheels down over his back to leave marks that will stay longer than a moment. He likes it when Stiles makes him beg, when he is left desperate and whimpering and keening through his teeth.
He likes it when Stiles cards his fingers through his hair and then rakes them back, when he pauses for a split second to give him water, let him breathe. When he pushes him further. When he wrecks him.
He likes it when Stiles treats him like something precious, something perfect and loved because fragility and weakness aren’t always synonymous.
“Good boy,” he’ll say and his voice will be so fucking earnest it will make him ache, inside and out, make him growl from deep in his chest, make him preen.
He likes it when Stiles puts him on his knees.
Sterek AU: Summer Vacation
Stiles had survived high school. And then he’d even survived college and all the unrestricted access to alcohol and young adult freedom that came with it, not to mention the rogue succubus in his second year. He and Derek had finally gotten their act together and admitted they should be together after Derek turned up at Stiles’ dorm in his first year and wolfed out at the scent of other people in the room. Stiles had never slept with them; they were never broad enough in the shoulder, never had clear enough eyes, never the same gentle soul that he was quietly waiting for.
One successful graduation ceremony later, and a wild pack-and-family only party at the new Hale pack house in the preserve, Derek sat with a sleepy headed Stiles on the deck looking out into the forest. He handed over the envelop with the tickets in it wordlessly, just sipping his coffee as Stiles opened it up and comprehended what he was seeing. The exultant outburst that resulted in birds bursting out of the trees, squawking and flying away from the sudden noise, brought a rare grin to Derek’s face.
Stiles had never been out of the country, so Derek took him to Australia. He thought twice about it on the flight, but arriving there and experiencing everything there for the first time with Stiles was one of the best experiences of his life.
The cosy beach bungalow they rented became their little home, their surf lessons stopped being a comedy of errors and became a competition between the two of them, their relationship became indulgent and intimate again after Stiles’ absence at college. No pack responsibilities and no outside obligations meant they could just bask in each others company; in bed, on the beach, across a bowl of perfect tropical fruit, as they watch the full moon sink below the horizon and Derek hides his glowing eyes by nuzzling Stiles’ neck. They don’t stop smiling for the entire month.
Derek books their next trip before they even leave.
“I cannot believe I’m saying this because I told myself long ago that I neither cared nor wanted to care about Jim Kirk’s relationships– ” Nyota took a deep breath as she folded herself onto the chair across from Bones’ desk. “But just make him stop pouting okay?”
Bones grunted, hunched over a stack of PADDs that was already towering over him at full height.
“He’s just at the stage before he gets grumpy and we really don’t want him grumpy. You remember the star mapping incident–”
Bones grunts again.
“Or the Take Your Tribble To Work Day incident–
A sigh.
“Will you at least tell me what the fight was about?”
Bones raised his one left eyebrow in what Nyota could only translate to, I thought you didn’t care?
“Okay, clearly I care. A little. I mean, more so for your benefit than his.”
Bones right eyebrow joined the elevated left.
“He’s like an annoying little brother. Which is why I don’t want to think too deeply about it. Just make sure he doesn’t wreak havoc on the crew, okay? Or I will find a way to wreak havoc on him.”
A pointed glare.
She rolled her eyes. “You know I would never hurt him. Much. Unless he deserved it.” She sighed. “The least I could do would be to sick Spock on him.”
Bones shoved the PADD aside. “I changed his coffee to decaf.”
“What?”
“I had Scotty reset the replicators so Jim could only get decaf.”
“That’s low.”
“You want him whining about a caffeine headache every few hours?”
“Not really but everyone deserves caffeine.”
“You don’t know what he’s like when he comes down from a caffeine high.”
Now it was her turn to glare.
“I figured I’d get him off of it for a few weeks. Let him drink Spock’s green tea.”
“That’s just cruel.”
“Cruel to be kind, you mean.”
“I’m going to sick Spock on you.” She got up and stretched.
“Do your worst, Jim already threatened to divorce me.”
Nyota’s laugh followed her out of sick bay. She needed that.
“Alright,” Stiles whispered, turning from Scott as he kept his phone pressed to his cheek, “Now… just say that again. Slower.“
Derek gave a soft huff through the speaker, “What, that I want to run my teeth over your neck and lick the skin under your jaw?”
Stiles closed his eyes for a second, biting his lip, “Mhm.”
“Oh, well I guess you might like how much I want to slip my hands down the back of your jeans and feel that ass I’ve been missing…”
Stiles gave a soft whimper, “Uh huh?”
“Yeah,” Derek replied with a growl, “When you get back home from that stupid track meet I’m going to flip you over, lick you down and fill you with-“
“Oh my GOD, I can HEAR EVERYTHING YOU’RE SAYING!!” Scott yelled over Stiles shoulder, his face contorted in anger as he sat back in his seat.
Stiles turned beet red and glanced around, seeing every pair of eyes on the bus now pointed at him, “Um.. Der I’m going to have to call you back. Something’s come up.”
“I’ll fucking bet.”
Derek getting hideously drunk and singing along to All By Myself, Bridget Jones style.
That is all.
alright emma, you asked for it.
For once in his life, Uncle Peter was useful. He left Derek a recipe for werewolf friendly alcohol and tonight, Derek was taking full advantage of it.
The rest of the pack had left for another year of college and Derek was feeling lonely. He whipped up a batch of werewolf tequila before heading to the couch to drown his sorrows.
He must have had more than he realized because he didn’t hear the door open or hear Stiles walk in. Derek had finished belting his heart out when he looked up to see Stiles smirking at him.
“Uhhhh-” Derek slurred, utterly lost for words.
“Got quite a pair of lungs on you there Hale,” Stiles joked.
“Why are you here?”
“Well I came home for the weekend and Dad and I were hanging out but he got called into work. Thought I’d come give my favorite alpha a visit.”
“Me?” Derek asked.
“Yes you, dork. Have you been drinking alone tonight?”
Derek mumbled under his breath. This was embarrassing. He didn’t think anyone would show up unannounced. Apparently the alcohol removed his brain to mouth filter because Stiles was responding to his inner thoughts.
“I did text, a couple times actually. But then you didn’t respond and I just wanted to make sure you were ok. I mean, on the way over it did occur to me that you may have had a lady friend over now that you had the place to yourself and you were free of an annoyingly clingy pack and I would be interrupting but I think we’re all clear on that front.”
Derek felt his ears go hot. Of all the pack members to walk in on him, it had to be Stiles.
“Feeling lonely Derek? Or were you just channeling your inner Bridget Jones?”
“Both. It’s quiet without you all here. And I’m lonely.”
Derek slumped back down on the couch, faintly registering Stiles moving across the room to sit next to him.
“How about you sleep it off and in the morning when you’re sober, we can talk about maybe making you a little less lonely?” Stiles asked him softly.
“Yeah, yeah. Good. Stay with me?” Derek asked as he got up slowly, making his way to his bed.
“Always,” Stiles replied.
shealwaysreads 