An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Cora Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf)
Additional Tags: Stiles and Isaac are roommates, Cat dad Derek Hale, Derek owns a bar, Cop Stiles Stilinski, Tags Are Hard, Strangers to Lovers, Lovers to Friends, lovers to end game
Summary:
Stiles is working a murder case and just wants to blow off some steam and hookup with someone. So he goes to the new bar in town where he meets Derek.
Black and Blue by charlotteinlace (50/50 | 209,549 | NC17)
Stiles knows what he should be doing, finding a good Dom and seeing a few dozen therapists. But that shit can wait, right now he's got a gang to infiltrate and a murderer to find. A murderer who killed his father.
Like A Model by matildajones (1/1 | 4,706 | PG13)
“What if I could get you off desk duty?” he finally says.
Stiles looks up, eyes wide. “Can you? Please, please, please. I’d love you forever.”
Derek’s heart skips a beat. “We need you to go undercover as a model.”
Stiles starts laughing instantly. His grin is bright, his voice is loud, and Derek waits for him to calm down.
“Me?” he says. “A model? Shut up.”
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A Miss Congeniality inspired fic.
It's so dangerous (you'll have to sign a waiver) by ElisAttack (1/1 | 5,145 | PG13)
"Do you have the cash?" A harsh guttural voice asks through the line, ending the question with a hacking cough.
"I have the fifty grand." Stiles confirms in a clear, concise voice, the total opposite of what he feels at the moment. He's like a lemming right before it takes a nose dive off a cliff. He's just hoping the waters below aren't dotted with sharp rocks, sharks, or, you know, guns.
"Excellent." The now wheezing voice says, a smile evident in his tone, "We've left the door open for you, Bertram will take your coat."
Or the one where Stiles is so far out of his depth, it isn't even funny.
Fast Times At Clairemont High by MonsieurBlueSky (MyChemicalRachel) (1/1 | 6,916 | PG13)
Stiles is stoked when he's chosen for an undercover operation to take down a drug ring.
He's less stoked when he discovers that he'll be posing as a seventeen year old student at the High School where Derek teaches.
Defy the Light by CoralWaters (1/1 | 21,162 | NC17)
Derek shifted uncomfortably in his bindings in a futile attempt to loosen the wolfsbane-laced ties that kept him “subdued” and “pliant” for the client. Unable to get comfortable or use his heightened senses to figure out where he was being held, the werewolf’s mind jolted violently back to the events leading up to him being held prisoner in a werewolf sex-slave ring.
I honestly don't know where this idea came from. But I like it.
Rookie Blue AU where Stiles is the new kid and he accidentally arrests an undercover officer from his own division on his first day at work. He's then stuck with a grumpy Derek as his new training officer. Stiles swore he wouldn't fall in love and Derek swore that Stiles wasn't his type.
Summary: The reader’s dog wanders off and she finds him inside of a Jeep that belongs to her gorgeous new neighbor.
Pairing: cop!Stiles x Reader
Prompt: “Are you seriously interrogating me right now?”
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“Murphy!”
You swear to god your dog is a ninja. He’s constantly sneaking off and getting his fluffy ass into trouble. He’s a 100lb German Shepherd and he’s worse than a little kid for Christ’s sake. You really should be able to keep track of him by now.
“Murphy! Come here, buddy!”
The beautiful beast is too smart for his own good. Murphy’s a troublemaker for sure, he always needs to know what’s happening at all times. You have a slight suspicion that he thinks he’s a police dog.
“Murphy! Playtime’s over. Let’s go!” You hear a quick bark and your eyes land on a familiar blue Jeep that’s always parked across the street from you. Oh shit.
Murphy is sprawled out on the black back seat of your neighbor Stiles’ pristine looking car. He’s new to the neighborhood so you don’t know him that well. You do know that he’s insanely good looking and that he really loves this Jeep. Wonderful. Your foolish dog is lounging inside of Stiles’ pride and joy.
You run across the street and immediately lean over into the backseat, you try to coax Murphy out but he’s being a stubborn fucker. You’re practically crawling across the seat to grab his collar, your ass is sticking up in the air and of course you’re wearing your pajamas. You’re pretty sure you look freaking ridiculous.
Next thing you know, someone is loudly clearing their throat and it makes you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment. You reluctantly spin around and there he is, the delicious man known as Stiles Stilinski. Wearing a tight grey Henley and ripped dark wash jeans with combat boots only laced up half way.
Damn does he look good.
You’re suddenly very aware that your pajama pants are covered in purple cats and that you have an over-sized Family Guy t-shirt on as well. Awesome.
Welcome to the neighborhood.
Stiles doesn’t even speak, his eyes just slowly rake over you before he focuses his attention back on the large intruder in his backseat. You snap out of your awkwardness (barely) and jump into a rushed explanation.
“I'm so sorry! Murphy likes to slip out of the house and explore without my knowledge. I came out and noticed that he climbed into your car. I’m trying to get him out now.” You finally take a breath, silently telling yourself to just relax for the love of god.
Stiles bends over a bit and watches as Murphy rests adorably in his backseat. A warm smile appears like he’s remembering a happy memory, “He seems pretty cool. I love Shepherds. I had one growing up named Bullet.” Stiles finishes with a chuckle and it makes you do the same.
“Besides it’s kinda my fault, I just ran inside to get some paper towels.” Your neighbor holds up the roll in his hand. “I left the doors open cause I’m cleaning out the Jeep.”
“This dog is just very nosy.” You add shyly. “Nothing looks ruined but I want to pay to get it detailed just in case.”
“No it’s ok, Y/N. I mean if this happened after I cleaned out my car then I would’ve reacted differently.” He glares playfully at you.
“Oh ok. Thanks for not freaking out.” You grin feeling relieved.
Stiles gives a quick nod then pats his leg as he calls Murphy’s name, the dog automatically jumps up and out of the car without any effort. “Seriously?” You laugh softly. “At least you listen to someone, Murphy.”
Stiles gestures to your cozy pajamas, “Having a lazy Sunday, huh?”
“It’s only like Noon, dude. Don’t judge. I was up late binge watching Shameless.” You mention slightly insecure.
With an amused expression Stiles pops the hood of his car, “No judgement here, Y/N. I’m just used to girls who won’t leave the house unless their hair and makeup is done.” He shrugs at you. That’s weird. He doesn’t seem like the type who’d want to deal with a high maintenance chick.
“Huh. Let me guess…they wear their makeup to bed too?” You giggle while Stiles tilts his head with a knowing smile.
“Are you speaking from experience, Y/N?” He says in a teasing voice.
“Who me? Nah…ok maybe.” You admit sheepishly. “I didn’t wear my makeup to bed though! I just always wanted to be made up when I left the house.”
Stiles hums and squints his eyes like he’s trying to figure you out. He’s too gorgeous. You almost feel like you shouldn’t be allowed to look directly at him.
The brown eyed ruiner closes the hood and all the doors on his car, now giving you his full attention, “So what changed?”
“Oh, that’s a story for another day.” You smirk at him.
“Well…” Stiles crouches down in front of Murphy and holds his face, “I think you and mom should join me for lunch. How does that sound, buddy?” He then glances up at you and you freeze. You feel heat rushing to your cheeks and you decide to just nod in response.
“Sweet. Do you like hot dogs? I was gonna grill some and I have pasta salad and corn on the cob too.”
A sexy man that cooks? Hell yeah. “Sure, sounds good. I’m gonna go change then I’ll be over.” You tell him already walking away.
“Make sure you bring Murphy!” Stiles shouts as you’re about to enter your house. Son of a bitch. He probably likes the dog more than you. That would be your luck.
You quickly change into faded jean shorts and a hot pink tank top, opting out of doing your hair and makeup. You decide that you don’t need to impress Stiles, even if he’s the hottest guy you’ve ever seen. After one last nervous check in the mirror, you grab Murphy and his favorite tennis ball then make your way back across the street.
~
Stiles’ front door flies open seconds after your hand hits the wood, it catches you off guard and it makes Murphy bark with excitement. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was anxiously waiting for your arrival.
The brown eyed stunner ushers you through his surprisingly homey living room and brings you into the kitchen. The smell of vanilla hits your senses as you move around his house and it thankfully calms your nerves a bit.
“Want a beer, Y/N? I have this new pumpkin ale stuff. I don’t know if it’s any good though.” Stiles asks opening his refrigerator.
You saunter over and peek your head in, “Oh! I’ve had that before. It’s pretty good.”
Stiles hands you one with a wink, “Here ya go, sweetheart.” He grins then moves towards the back door. “The pasta salad is done. I just need to grill the hot dogs and the corn on the cob.”
You and the pup follow your new neighbor outside into his backyard and you can’t keep your eyes off of his effortless swagger, every move the man makes is just sexy.
“Need any help?” You take a seat on the nearby patio and watch as he starts up the grill.
“Nope. Just sit there and look pretty, hun.” Stiles smirks your way. You roll your eyes but can’t stop yourself from smiling at the compliment.
“So I’ve only lived here for a few weeks, Y/N. Give me some dirt. The neighbors I’ve met so far seem nice but things are never what they seem.”
“Hm let’s see. Have you met Al yet? He lives a few doors down in the green house?” Stiles shakes his head no and waits for you to continue.
“Well…he suspiciously looks like Santa Clause. And he weirdly disappears around Christmas time.” You try to stifle a laugh.
Stiles tears his eyes away from the grill and shoots you a funny look, “Are you fucking with me?”
“No actually I’m not.” You chuckle. “It’s strange as fuck but he’s definitely a nice guy. Doesn’t bother anyone.”
“So I may or may not live near Santa. I can work with that.” Stiles snickers before taking a swig of his beer.
Murphy stops exploring the yard and comes running over with his tennis ball but instead of bringing it to you, he drops it in front of Stiles.
“Wow Murphy actually likes you.” You say without thinking.
Stiles pretends to be offended, “Gee, thanks!”
“Oh no! I just mean that Murphy doesn’t usually warm up to guys so easily. He’s always been that way. Not sure why, maybe a protective thing?” You shrug your shoulders.
“Murphy’s a smart boy. He can tell I’m awesome.” Stiles adds with a crooked smile.
“Or maybe he’s just having an off day.” You sass with a straight face. Stiles breaks out into a full body laugh and it’s literally the best sound you’ve ever heard
“I’m just kidding!” You giggle at him. “Murphy likes you and you like him. It’s all good.”
“Yeah, I definitely like him.” Stiles licks his lips as he walks towards you. “But I have to admit, I like his mom a lot more.”
As if that admission didn’t make you completely melt inside, you give Stiles a quick smile and then pop up, “ Yeah I’m pretty awesome myself.”
~
With the yummy food grilled and the patio table set, you and Stiles finally sit down to eat while Murphy lounges in the shade. Part of you is thrilled because you’re starving, the other part is bummed you can no longer admire his muscles while he mans the grill.
“So what do you do for work, Y/N?” Stiles questions before taking a big bite of his mustard covered hot dog.
“I’m an event planner.”
“Oh nice.” He delivers a cute smile. “That sounds fun.”
“Yeah it is. What about you?” You attractively mumble with a mouth full of corn on the cob.
“I’m a cop.” Stiles tells you with a confident expression.
No fucking way. You didn’t think it was possible for this man to get any hotter. You’re now on the verge of drooling because the sexy as hell image of him in a uniform appears in your head.
“Y/N?” Stiles’ deep voice yanks you back to reality. “Earth to Y/N.”
“Oh! Uh that’s cool.” You answer sheepishly, tucking a few strands behind your ear which is a nervous habit of yours.
With a squint of his eyes and a purse of his lips, Stiles’ curious side is now making an appearance, “What were you thinking about?” He stares intently at you.
Fuck it. “That you probably look really good in your uniform.” You mention casually.
An amused expression overtakes his handsome face, he leans over the table and whispers, “I’ll show you sometime if you want. I even have a gun to go with it.”
You don’t trust yourself to speak, so instead your dorky self just looks down and starts giggling. Your reaction causes Stiles to laugh and sit back in his chair, he’s getting a kick out of making you blush.
An enticing thought pops into your head, naturally you blurt it out before you can catch yourself, “So that means you have handcuffs.” You must be bright red right now as you lock eyes with your surprised neighbor.
“I mean…well…” Shit. Did you really just say that out loud?!
Stiles recovers quickly, instead of shock there’s now a smirk on his face, “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that, sweetheart.” He shakes his head looking visibly affected by your words.
“Oh my god. I’m sorry.” You rush out before chugging down the rest of your beer. You really need something stronger.
“Don’t be sorry.” Stiles chuckles at you. “It’s taking everything in me not to handcuff you to my bed right now.”
Holy shit. Now it’s your turn to look fucking shocked.
“But I’m trying to be a gentleman here, Y/N.” Stiles flashes a crooked smile. “I really like you so I need to do this right. You’re not some random chick that I met at a bar, you’re a hell of a lot more than that.” He finishes and it makes your body freeze up.
Stiles quirks an eyebrow, “You gonna say anything back…” He notices you seem a bit flustered and is unsure on how to proceed from here.
Snapping out of your dumb ass stupor, you successfully come up with a plan within seconds, “Actually can I borrow them?” You say nonchalantly.
“What?” Stiles furrows his brows. “My handcuffs?”
“Yeah. I have a date tonight.” You narrow your eyes. “He’s not a pussy so I’m pretty sure he’ll want to use them.”
Stiles fails to hold back a strangled growl, “Don’t play games, baby girl.” He challenges with a tilt of his head.
Wow, that didn’t take much. You try not to but you burst out laughing, “You’re so cute when you’re mad.” You tease now pinching his cheek. He crumbles his napkin up and throws it at you with a pout on his lips.
You hesitate but then decide to just roll with it, “So do you always use handcuffs in the bedroom, Stilinski?”
Stiles ponders for a second, “It depends on the girl. I definitely don’t break them out with hookups. My real ones anyway. I’ll use the fake plastic ones whenever.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because it’s never been a good experience with the real ones. The last girl I used them with started crying.” Stiles replies exasperated.
“No she didn’t!” You gasp loudly then erupt into laughter.
The police officer shakes his head, “If you pull on the handcuffs too much then they get tighter. I warned her so she wouldn’t hurt her wrists. Of course she didn’t listen and freaked out.”
“Wow. I bet that was fun.” You say sarcastically.
“Based on her personality…I shouldn’t have done it. My gut said she wouldn’t like it but she promised she’d be fine.” Stiles lets out a sigh.
“She must be so traumatized.” You feign sympathy making your neighbor snicker.
Stiles suddenly turns serious, “Do you really have a date tonight, Y/N?”
“Yes.”
“With who?” He asks with his eyes boring into you.
“Jeff.”
“How did you meet him?”
You raise your eyebrows, “The gym.”
“Is it a first date?”
“It’s the 4th date.”
Stiles scoffs, “What does the guy do?”
“Are you seriously interrogating me right now?” You question with wide eyes.
“No.” He answers unconvincingly. “How about I take you out tonight instead? We can do whatever you want.”
You gnaw on your bottom lip, “I can’t break a date last minute like that. Not unless there’s an emergency or something.”
Stiles waves you off, “Just tell him you’re sick. We can try the new Italian place that opened downtown. Or there’s a..”
“Wait you’re dead serious?” You cut him off. He just nods.
“Stiles, he’s a nice guy. I’d feel bad blowing him off like that. We can pick another day.” You wonder why he’s pushing this.
“4th date.” Stiles mutters himself. “So you’ve had sex with him?“
“Really, dude?” You crack a smile at him. This man is really something else.
“You didn’t answer the question, Y/N.”
“I’m not in custody, officer. So I don’t have to.” You sass back.
“I can arrange that ya know.” Stiles crosses his arms and it accentuates his muscles even more, you do your best not to gawk at him.
“You’re ridiculous.” You add matter-of-factly.
“And you’re sexy.” He grins mischievously.
You giggle softly and it makes Stiles’ face light up, it should be illegal the way his eyes are drinking you in right now. The feelings it conjures up makes you feel flushed and fidgety, it’s the perfect time for more alcohol. You spring out of your seat and make your way back into the house, heading straight for the kitchen.
Is it bad that you actually want to cancel tonight? That would be such an asshole move. You do actually like Jeff, he’s a decent guy who’s treated you well so far. But then there’s Stiles, the Adonis that moved in right across the street from you and there’s no denying that there’s an immediate connection.
Lost in your thoughts, you grab a couple of beers out of the fridge then twirl around right into Stiles, you didn’t even hear him follow you in.
“Are you a fucking ninja too? I swear you and Murphy should be best friends.”
Stiles barely reacts, he’s too busy blocking your way so you’re stuck between him and the refrigerator. His delicious scent is starting to fill the small space and you’re trying your hardest to not be affected by it.
“I say we have two options, beautiful.” Stiles leans in closer. “I ask you to be my girlfriend right now and you say yes.” Well this is unexpected.
“Um Stiles…”
“Or you reschedule with Jeff and let me take you out tonight. After that if you still like him then I’ll back off.”
“Your crazy is showing, Stilinski.” You try to stifle a laugh, getting a dramatic grunt in return.
“Are you gonna make me beg, woman? Cause I will!” Stiles runs his hand through his messy hair, clearly not used to being in this position.
“Why can’t we go out tomorrow? It’s just one more day.” You search his face for the answer, unfortunately your attention focuses in on his gorgeous eyes.
“You obviously like Jeff enough to keep going out on dates, Y/N. He will probably make things official soon and with my luck it will be tonight.”
“Ok but I…”
Stiles continues on, “We don’t know each other that well but trust me…I’ve never put this much effort into getting a date. At the very least I want a chance. A real chance.”
The man in front of you is so annoyingly cute. You’re beyond torn on how to respond to him, your heart and your head are at odds right now. Before your brain can even register it, you’re sauntering away from Stiles and his intense stare.
You pause at the door way of the kitchen, “Come on.” You wave for the troublemaker to follow you, he hesitates at first but then catches up with you.
“Where do you keep your uniform? Bedroom?” You ask with a glance to Stiles, as you both walk down his long hallway.
“Uh yeah. Next door on the right.” Stiles tells you wearily, he slows down a bit and trails behind as you stroll on into his room.
You immediately notice the clean yet simple looking room and start to search around for what you have in mind. Without turning around, you can feel Stiles’ eyes on your form as he leans against the door frame. Your face brightens once you spot his police uniform draped on a blue lazy boy in the corner of the room.
There’s a dark wooden end table where Stiles’ shiny badge, gun holster and duty belt are all resting on top of it. Your nosy self finds his handcuffs tucked neatly in the cuff case attached to his leather belt. The cop they belong to is now standing closer, he looks very entertained by your sudden interest in his job.
You steal the handcuffs and examine them, subconsciously biting your lower lip while you do, “Get on the bed.” You speak firmly, pointing in the direction that Stiles should start moving in.
“…uh Y/N, what are y…”
“Shut up and get on the bed, Stilinski.” You command sternly.
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.
Stiles and Derek are both police officers, its a very short fic and everyone gets locked outside of the police station. So Stiles brings out a paper clip and breaks into their station and Derek high key judges him for it. Stiles thinks Derek hates him but he obviously doesn't, they get together by the end of the fic.
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Good New, Bad News, Very Good News by clotpolesonly
(2,088 / General / Complete) *sterek, human au, cop!stiles, cop!derek
Bad news: Keys locked inside.Good news: Experienced lockpick Stiles Stilinski, at your service.Worse news: Boss-man might think he was a juvenile delinquent.Better news: Cute deputy totally saw him being badass.Worst news: Deputy already knows he’s a total loser, it is Too Late.Best news: Deputy doesn’t seem to mind.
