Tag: firefighter!derek
Everything changed for loner firefighter Derek Hale when unmated Omega Stiles Stilinski moved across the street with his two daughters, Erica and Malia.
Sterek – Firefighter AU
Derek’s reputation follows him wherever he goes, so Stiles isn’t too keen to start working with him when Derek is being transferred.
Soon though, Stiles learns that rumors are just that – only rumors – and that Derek is not only a reliable and trustworthy Firefighter, he might also be exactly what Stiles’ life is missing on a personal level…
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.
2
2.“Can I buy you a drink?”
–
The bar is
crowded and Stiles asks himself, not for the first time, why is he
still there. The drinks are fine and the music too, but he’s not in
the mood for this kind of place. He’s been looking for a relationship
not to just get laid, except that to Lydia
that doesn’t mean anything.Oh
well, he drinks the rest of his beer and sighs. This is better than
watching CSI reruns, at least.“You
look so lonely.” This guys says, leaning against the bar next to
him. Stiles looks up and rolls his eyes. Nice kicks, kid.“And
you look underage.” Stiles says. “Go home before I call the cops.”The
guy all but runs to the exit and Stiles muffles a laugh, asks for
another beer. Sneaking into bars are so much fun when you’re
eighteen and everything is new.He
takes his phone out of his pocket to check the hour and realizes Lydia has
texted him three times. ’Don’t
be mad’, the
first text says, followed by ’but
I talked to a friend about you and he’s there’.
Stiles rolls his eyes, he just can’t win with her. ‘BE
NICE!!’
the last text says.“Be
nice.” Stiles mutters to himself and starts thinking about ordering
something stronger than a beer. The last time Lydia tried to set him
up, he spent three hours with a lawyer that couldn’t stop bragging
about himself and when Stiles dumped him at the end of the night, the
guy answered with ‘Oh thank God, I didn’t wanna come but Lydia
blackmailed me’.They
didn’t talk for a month after that.So,
yeah. Thanks but no thanks, Lydia. He’d much rather stay at the bar
alone and pretending not to stare at the hot guy sitting on a table
with two equally hot friends. Black hair, blue eyes, leather jacket.
Hell, Stiles might be looking for a relationship, but he wouldn’t say
no to a one-night stand with a guy like that.
He’s only human.Sighing,
he looks at the waitress. “Whiskey, please.” She smirks
understandingly and sets the glass in front of him. Plan B, then.
Let’s get drunk. He takes the glass and turns to sneak another glance
at the hot guy, shakes his head when he realizes the guy is not there
anymore.Plan
C. Let’s get really
drunk.“You
don’t like this place, huh?” Someone says. Stiles turns around,
prepared to send the guy back to his place, and finds himself staring right
into hot guy’s eyes. Hot guy’s green
eyes,
not blue.Even
better. He swallows the whiskey and shrugs. “Am I that obvious?”Hot guy
smiles. “You haven’t got up since you got here.”Stiles
blinks, feels his heart pounding. “You’ve been watching me?”Hot guy’s
smile falters and he ducks his head, the tip of his ears going pink.
Oh my God,
Stiles thinks. How is he even real? “Well, yeah.” He answers and
swallows visibly. “You looked interesting.”
Let’s Start This Fire
@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.
Hot Like Burning
Sterek, 2.5K words, Teen
AU, Firefighter Derek
In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.
Stiles winces as he turns the corner, unbearably nervous like he always is whenever he drives Lydia’s car, and pulls into the fire station. He offered this morning to help her with any errands she needed, and she asked him to take her car to the fire station and have them install the car seat. Stiles had no idea this was even a thing—seriously, how hard is it to put in a car seat?—but unsurprisingly, Lydia is as fastidious about her unborn child’s safety as she is about everything else.
He parks just outside the front door, careful not to block the big bays with the two fire trucks, and wanders inside. “Hello?” he calls out. There’s a noise coming from the other side of the fire truck, so Stiles keeps walking in that direction, then nearly trips over his own two feet.
There’s a guy, crouched down as he washes the wheel well of the fire truck, and Stiles is 101 percent sure that he’s the most attractive person he’s ever seen. He’s frowning, as if he’s pissed at the task in front of him, but it only serves to show off the sharp cut of his jaw under a very nicely-shaped short beard. He’s wearing a tight short-sleeved SFFD t-shirt, which is wet in patches and very clearly showing off the muscled physique underneath.
“Holy shit.”
The guy’s head jerks up at that, his eyes wide, and his gaze locks with Stiles’ for a long second before slowly drifting down the rest of his body. Stiles damn near forgets how to breathe because yep, this impossibly hot dude is most definitely checking him out.
Stiles has never believed in love at first sight, and he still doesn’t, but as of this moment he most certainly does believe in…familiarity at first sight? Cosmic connection? Just plain lust? He has no fucking clue.
But he yelps a little in surprise, then actually manages to trip over nothing, only catching himself by clutching the pillar next to him, which oh fuck, is actually the fire pole. He finally rights himself, grimacing with both arms spread for balance, and then slaps a hand over his eyes with a plaintive groan.
“Oh my god. Hi, hello, my name is Stiles. Uh, any chance we can start over and pretend that this excruciatingly embarrassing encounter didn’t happen?”
I know just how you feel about wanting simple happy fluff to counter the horrors of the real world. See if any of these appeal to you. My preferred pairing is Sterek, but you can substitute as you like. “You have something on your face” OR “I can’t have a kitten” OR “So this is what it feels like!” OR “I can’t believe they made me take a cooking class. Well, I’m going to make it fun my own way!”
(If none of these trigger your imagination, then I look forward to reading whatever else you write.) – @nothingtoseeherejustmovealong
Sorry, you submitted your prompt instead of sending it in an ask, so I sent the prompt to myself in an ask. Also… I used all of them hahaha. 🙂
Stiles begrudgingly trudged into the class, scanning the room for an empty station. He wasn’t sure how big the class was, had just signed up for the first available spot to get this over with. Because his dorm hall advisor is a mean and his RA is a rascal and as punishment for what was very obviously an accident involving the oven and something resembling a hot pocket, they made him sign up for a cooking class. Any cooking class in fact as long as it made him use someone else’s kitchen and he learned something.
He grumbles to himself as he sits at one of the empty cooking stations. “I can’t believe they made me take a cooking class.” He looks around and so far only about half the stations are filled, most of them are couples making googley-eyes at each other over their hot plates. Great, he signed up for a couple’s cooking class.
“Whatever,” he says to himself, eying the empty seat next to him. “I’m going to make it fun my own way!”
He’s not quite sure how he will do that, but he’s sure he’ll be inspired by something before the course is through.
Sterek AU: Stiles took it upon himself to customize shirts for he & Derek for the upcoming annual Beacon Hill’s Pride Party. Simultaneously representing their respective departments along with their sexuality.
I pictured you hotter, to be honest and what do you mean you’ve never tried hangover sex? It’s like, an instant cure! both for sterek please!!!!!!!
You sent me this so long ago I’m so sorry! (Also I’m tipsy as hell because I passed all my exams!)
Honestly, as blind dates went, it was quite something.
Okay, so it wasn’t exactly blind. Derek is about 99% sure Erica knew exactly what she was doing when she agreed to set up Lydia’s friend with one of her own. It’s not like Derek was exactly subtle about his crush.
It was partially because he’d gotten a little sick of the judgemental expressions people got on their faces when he mentioned that he’d been single for a while – but Derek was honestly happy with his life. He loved his job; the sense of purpose it gave him, the feeling of satisfaction that he was doing for the world what was done for him and Cora and Laura when they were kids. He can’t imagine being anything but a firefighter. And though his sisters are living in another city now, he has his little family to keep him company at night.
“Calling them ‘the girls’ doesn’t make them people, Derek,” Erica kept telling him.
It had started with Lou. By the time the FD had broken into her owner’s apartment, the old man had already succumbed to smoke inhalation, and she was tugging frantically at his sleeve, trying to rouse him. Derek, heart thudding, had bundled her in his jacket and sat on the back of the ambulance with an O2 mask over her muzzle, petting through her sooty fur. The vet, an easy-going young graduate with a cooked jaw and a quick smile, had indentified her as a collie cross, checked her over for major injuries and prescribed antibiotics to prevent infection to her airways. There was nobody to take her, so Derek did.
Lou was the first true friend Derek made in the city, and he has no problem saying that.
After Tilly the three-legged jack russell, Dr McCall – the aforementioned vet -seemed to know instinctively which tragic dog cases Derek wouldn’t be able to turn down. Dana the Australian shepherd and Bobby the former police dog who’d gone deaf in a meth lab explosion followed, and then Derek had moved to a bigger place and kind of forgotten about dating.
Until Stiles.
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