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It's not really Stiles' fault if the first person he meets when he moves in his new apartment is a hot fireman. He decides to leave a note under his door.
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It's not really Stiles' fault if the first person he meets when he moves in his new apartment is a hot fireman. He decides to leave a note under his door.

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Sterek AU where Stiles and Scott are police men. Stiles always tells Scott how lucky he is to have Allison (a paramedic), because dating as a cop is hard; there are three types of people: those who run at the sight of the badge because they’re intimidated, those who are in the services or army who understand but are never there when you need them, and those who only want to play with the handcuffs.
To prove his point, two guys across the room keep eyeing them up. Finally, one works up the courage to come over. Stiles counts down, “Three… two… one..” and pulls back his jacket to show the badge clipped onto his belt. The man turns and runs away, making his friend burst out in laughter. “And that one,” Stiles says, pointing at the man laughing. “Is thinking ‘I don’t mind the handcuffs’.”
Later, when Stiles goes up to the bar to order another round of drinks for him and Scott, the other man walks up to him.
“If you’re going to ask if we can play with the handcuffs, then the answer is no,” Stiles says before the man can speak.
“Actually, I was going to say you have a nice smile,” the man says.
Stiles turns to look at him. “You in the services? Army?”
“Fire brigade,” the man answers.
“Figures,” Stiles says.
“Let me guess: the three types of people you date?”
Stiles looks at him, surprised. “How did you know?”
“We get it too. They’re either services or army, unable to commit to someone who will drop anything and everything when the pager goes off, or they want the poles, the uniform, or what’s on the calendars.”
Stiles can’t help but laugh.
“I’m Derek,” the man introduces himself, holding out his hand.
“Stiles.”
They get to talking, and slowly get to know each other. They go on a couple of dates and later move in together. Derek asks Stiles about the anchor necklace he wears, and Stiles explains that it used to be his mother’s; faith, hope and charity (a cross, an anchor and a heart), and when she died, she gave it to Stiles. He lost the other two pendants a while ago and thought about replacing them, but at the same time, he likes it how it is; because no matter what life throws at you, there’s always hope.
Derek tells Stiles about how he lost his family in a fire and now he only had his sisters and his uncle, and none of them know he’s gay. Stiles tells him it’s okay, whenever his family’s around he’ll leave the apartment, or he’ll just introduce himself as his friend. He tells Derek that it’s his choice, and he can tell them when he’s ready.
On the day that Derek decides to tell his sisters, he gets called away to a building fire. The blaze is out of control and the police are called in help contain the situation. But when they get there, Stiles asks for a brief and the lieutenant tells him that they’ve evacuated the building, but they can’t get a reply from Captain Hale.
Stiles begins to panic, but picks up on something, the broken static of the receiver that’s linked to Derek’s channel. He begins to write it down, deciphering the Morse code. M-A-S-K/B-R-O-K-E/C-A-N-T/B-R-E-A-T-H-E/L-E-G/S-T-U-C-K
Stiles grabs the receiver. “Derek, listen to me. Hold on. I’m coming to get you.”
“You can’t,” the lieutenant objects. “The building’s not stable enough. You step in there and the whole thing will come down on you and Derek.”
“There’s got to be a way to get to him,” Scott insists.
“Tunnels,” Stiles says. “There’s service tunnels under every large building in the city. We can go under the building, get Derek, and get out.”
“With Captain Hale stuck in that building, I’m in charge and I can’t authorise my men to go on a suicide mission.”
“Then don’t. I volunteer,” Stiles says, walking over to one of the trucks and gathering the equipment: oxygen mask and a fire-proof suit. He runs over to the ambulance that’s waiting nearby and looks at Allison. “How ballsy are you feeling today?”
“You’re going in, aren’t you?”
“There’s a man in there. He’s pinned with a broken mask; smoke inhalation and a possible broken leg,” Stiles explains.
“I’m in,” Allison says, joining Stiles at the truck and suiting up before grabbing an oxygen mask for Derek, some medical supplies, and a stretcher.
“I’m coming with you,” Scott says.
“No.”
“You can’t carry Derek out alone; you need two people to carry the stretcher and Allison will be treating him,” he points out.
“Fine, suit up.”
At that moment, he sees a young girl go racing towards the building.
Lieutenant Parrish is quick to grab her, but she tries to fight her way out of his arms. Stiles recognises her; Derek’s little sister, Cora. She’s screaming about going in to get her brother, but Parrish tries to pull her thrashing body back towards the crowd.
Stiles calls out her name, pulling the necklace from his neck and giving it to her. “It means hope. Derek would never forgive us if you went in there. I’m going in to get your brother, I just need you to have hope.”
She takes the necklace and nods, tears trailing down her cheeks as Parrish walks her back over to Laura.
Stiles, Scott and Allison go in through the tunnels, finding Derek unconscious under a fallen beam. Stiles and Scott hoist it off him and Allison quickly goes to work trying to treat the wound in his leg where a metal bar has impaled him. When he’s stable, Scott and Stiles hoist him onto the stretcher and they get out, just in time because the building collapses.
They get him to the ambulance and Allison rushes him to hospital. Stiles goes over to Laura and Cora, telling them to follow him as he gets into his car and follows the ambulance to hospital. He waits with the sisters until Derek’s out of surgery and then waits in the hallway while they sit by his bedside.
As Derek regains consciousness, he sees the anchor necklace around Cora’s neck, gently reaching up to touch it and whispering Stiles’ name over and over again.
It doesn’t take long for Laura to work out that there’s something between the two of them, but she stays quiet, knowing that her brother will tell her when he’s ready. And he does, a few days later when he’s strong enough to speak. He tells them that he’s in a relationship with Stiles and they just smile and hug him.
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This is totally unfair. This crush has been terrible but manageable; he hardly ever saw Derek outside of the occasional diner run-in and all the summer BBQs, and Derek always looks like being in any public setting is excruciating—his broody scowls are devastating enough, now he gets to imagine him happy.
Is it possible to die from unrequited love and pining?
Or-
Derek the fireman keeps saving Stiles from himself.
I'm gonna rec a fic myself, because why not?
The fic is Stuck with You by leoshaa and involves fireman Derek and Microbiology student Stiles who gets himself drunkenly stuck in a genital-themed art installation.
I love Stiles so much in this one omg
Fireman Derek's Crazy Pie [Cheeseburger Baby] - Chapter 1 - owlpostagain - Teen Wolf (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
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“He can't blame me for the fact that I live in a building full of people united in the singular effort to ogle Hot Fireman as often as humanly possible."
Laura laughs, loud and echoing in the empty restaurant.
"Hot firemen can make a girl do crazy things," she agrees, nodding towards her brother's name on the menu. "Derek won't let me date anyone from his company, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate the eye candy."
"Send them my way," Stiles suggests, finally loading up a forkful of pie. "Apparently I'm incompetent enough that I need to be babysat at all times, because it would be cheaper than dispatching a truck every time I try to use a kitchen appliance."

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@thebestfonewm: Derek the Fireman saving Stiles and a kitten from a tree
This was gonna be super short but now it’s just a hot mess of pining and Isaac being a (brotherly) dick. Enjoy!
Stiles is not stuck. To random passers-by it could appear that he is stuck, but he’s completely capable of getting down off this motherfucking tree all by himself. There was absolutely no reason to call the fire department, Isaac, given that they have a perfectly serviceable ladder in the garage, and Stiles totally has the agility of a jungle cat. Climbing down this tree should be a piece of cake. It’s just that, you know: tiny kitten.
And Tiny Kitten is currently digging pinprick claws into Stiles’s shoulder and neck while he clings to the tree trunk, so any false move might result in her accidentally slicing his throat. He’s being cautious, never mind the fact that it’s been the better part of an hour and he hasn’t moved an inch.
If Isaac could just stop laughing his fucking face off and actually help him, there wouldn’t be sirens growing louder and louder as a giant fire truck turns down his street.
Stiles is going to kill him. He just has to get back down on the ground first.
“You better run, Lahey,” Stiles says, and Isaac laughs so hard he collapses onto the grass.
What makes it worse or better, Stiles isn’t exactly sure, is when Derek Hale steps down off the truck, scowls hard enough to wrinkle that perfect brow, and says, “This isn’t an emergency.”
"Did you say--" Stiles starts. "What?" Derek growls. "We're not a couple!" they both retort in unison. "We're not together," Stiles insists. Lydia coughs pointedly. "An incident report filed by 87th Precinct Captain Erica Reyes. March twenty-fifth, eight p.m. Came back to the precinct to grab my coat, only to hear Stilinski banging his new boyfriend in the holding cell."
There's this fic where Stiles lives in like an apartment or maybe it's a college dorm and he accidentally burns asparagus or whatever in the oven and Derek's a firefighter and his trucks the one to respond to the fire and he's all grumpy towards Stiles. But then there's this place that Stiles goes to and eats pies that Derek makes but he doesn't know it's Derek. Please if you know the name.
Fireman Derek’s Crazy Pie [Cheeseburger Baby] by owlpostagain (1/1 | 17,698 | T)
“He can’t blame me for the fact that I live in a building full of people united in the singular effort to ogle Hot Fireman as often as humanly possible.“
Laura laughs, loud and echoing in the empty restaurant.
"Hot firemen can make a girl do crazy things,” she agrees, nodding towards her brother’s name on the menu. “Derek won’t let me date anyone from his company, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the eye candy.”
“Send them my way,” Stiles suggests, finally loading up a forkful of pie. “Apparently I’m incompetent enough that I need to be babysat at all times, because it would be cheaper than dispatching a truck every time I try to use a kitchen appliance.”