Sterek AU: Sheriff Stilinski comes home to find a strange boy in his living room, apparently waiting to take his son on a date. On the one hand, he’s just glad to know that Stiles has friends who aren’t Scott. On the other hand, THERE IS A STRANGE BOY WAITING TO TAKE HIS SON ON A DATE.
Teen Wolf AU: based on the tags in this post: #this looks like its from a fic where they get high together #and then they list out all the people they know that they would sleep with
Alexa: Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no more…
Stiles, pillow over head groaning: Ugh, smartass. Alexa, what is the definition of love?
Alexa: According to my sources, Love is defined as-
Derek: Your boyfriend bringing your drunk ass tacos at 2am and making sure he’s hydrated before he passes out on the bathroom floor while hugging the toilet.
Stiles, flipping onto his back with grabby hands: Best answer, you win all the prizes! Alexa, you’re fired.
Alexa: Alright, setting 10 alarms between 5am and 6am.
Stiles, sitting up quickly: Alexa, no!
Alexa: Mieczysław, yes!
Derek, chuckling: That’s what you get for trying to reprogram her using youtube tutorials.
Derek gets taken by hunters. Stiles will do anything to get him back.
Stiles kicks down the door where his husband must be. There is a wave of bodies behind him and upstairs. The body count doesn’t matter when Derek could be dead in this shitty basement in Mexico.
“Derek?!” he yells again, and there he is. Or there they are, Peter’s here too and somehow Stiles isn’t surprised.
“Stiles,” Derek croaks out, his voice is shaky, like he’s been screaming, his lips are dry and cracked.
He sets his guns gently on the ground, and rushes to get the werewolves off of the chainlink fence they’ve probably been tied to for a month. “I’ve got you.”
The cuffs are charmed, which explains why they couldn’t just break them. They aren’t immune to lock picks though, which Stiles is grateful for. Derek falls onto Stiles, bringing him into an embrace and collapsing in exhaustion. Stiles wipes some of the dirt on his face away, and kisses his lips while tears fall from his face.
“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” Stiles admits. He called in every favor he has, and has killed to many people to get here and find Derek another added to the body count.
“I knew you’d find me,” Derek rasps out, and Stiles goes in for another kiss.
“This is cute and all, but I would also like to not be locked onto this fucking fence anymore,” Peter calls out, his voice in the same state as Derek’s.
If someone doesn’t write me a goddamn fic about these boys being indie folk singers falling in love and doing duets under soft lighting I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL FUCKEN FITE
“What are you doing here?” he asks as he reaches over Stiles’ head to unlock the door. “Also I know you have a key. I’m kind of surprised you don’t have a key to my car.”
Stiles is suspiciously quiet.
Derek stops with the key still in the lock. “You have a key to my car.”
You know what I want? A whole fic about Stiles’ massive goddamn keyring.
He gets a call, the pack is in trouble. He opens the center console in his jeep. A plastic organizer sits inside, one section allotted just for cloned keycard, another just for copied car keys, another for the usb containing everyone’s passwords (encrypted of course). And off to the side a big janitor style ring containing keys to every residence, workplace, and bike lock for the whole pack.
I want to see the process of him stealing a key to copy and then returning it.
I want to see Derek painstakingly trying to explain why this repeated breech of privacy is wrong.
@loveyprophet Imagine a sterek Brooklyn 99 AU. Derek would be Santiago, he dresses like Rosa but is very much like Amy, a by-the-book cop.
Meanwhile Stiles would be Jake, the energetic guy who considers playing the guitar and screaming at a suspect an effecting interrogation method.
Derek is dating Paige, and while he is attracted to her (the brown eyes and moles), he knows that there’s no chemistry between them and their relationship soon dies. Meanwhile, Stiles is dating Theo Raiken, a defence lawyer who is also an abusive asshole. Stiles tries his best to get out of the toxic relationship, but he has no one to turn to (feeling ashamed if he had to tell his dad or the others about what happens behind closed doors). Despite their differences, with time, Stiles and Derek grow closer and end up falling in love with one another.
Boyd would be Terry, he looks tough and everyone expects him to be a hard-ass cop, but he’s very much in touch with his feelings and is a sweet, sensitive guy (who’s madly in love with Erica and nothing will ever change that).
Erica would be Gina, the sassy civilian administrator (who gets away with dating Boyd becasue technically she’s not part of the unit).
Cora as Rosa becasue she’s the Bi Queen™ and is a total badass, although slightly reserved. (And no matter how touch Cora and Derek may act, Derek is a huge softie when it comes to his sister and always worries about her).
Scott would be Charles, he’s smart but awkward and often relies on Scott or Derek to help him close a case becasue he underestimates himself.
Sheriff Stilinski is the leader of the 99th precinct and Stiles loves teasing his dad while they’re at work. However, no one takes Stiles seriously as a policeman becasue they all think that his dad gave him the position and he didn’t work to get there.
One of these non-believers is Derek, who is determined to put Stiles in his place or prove that he doesn’t belong there. Derek and the others make a bet to see what it takes of Stiles to earn his place, but they soon learn otherwise, that Stiles worked twice as hard to get there, to prove to his dad that he could be a good cop.
As for the others, Malia would be
Pimento, a detective returning to the unit after years of undercover work, but her rebellious nature causes issues among the team.
Kate would be Captain Wunch, determined to take down the 99 division becasue Derek rejected her. However, Sheriff Stilinski has no tolerance for her or how she treats his unit and often resorts to childish (and creative) insults (apparently it’s genetic).
Stiles with frosted tips has given me a new reason to live.
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