So I had this thought this morning and I don’t THINK I’ve read this premise (but there are four and a half billionty Sterek fics in AO3 so probably it has been written lol)…
Sheriff gets shot on duty.
(Are you still here? Good. Like I’d ever kill John, please, not happening. Sheriff Hotass lives forever!)
But it’s bad enough that he’s in hospital for a good while and then requires physical therapy.
His physical therapist? Derek.
So Stiles, who is An Adult, basically lives at the hospital for the time that Sheriff is an in-patient, and due to Lack Of Sleep and Stress and Worry/Severe Anxiety, he sees Derek the first time and proposes marriage and/or life partnership.
Derek sees this guy with the dark circles and pale skin and shaky hands and KNOWS how Stiles is feeling (he knows Sheriff’s wife died many years ago) but he also thinks, due to the backpack spilling papers and books all over the floor, that Stiles is in high school (and also Stiles has resting baby face, so).
So Derek laughs it off, says he’ll take a ring pop as an engagement ring, but not just ANY ring pop, it has to be… Watermelon flavored or whatever.
Stiles’ brain goes offline for a minute or an hour, and resorts to random factoids about the candy industry while watching Derek put the Sheriff through a round of PT that doesn’t look like much more than gentle manipulation but has Sheriff gritting his teeth and sweating bullets (haha, Stiles’ brain, too soon!) and swearing under his breath.
And then Derek keeps coming back at the same time every day, and every day Stiles has a different flavor ring pop, and it’s cute and a “joke” but it’s never watermelon flavored, and also Derek continues to think Stiles is A Kid.
Until…
The day comes for Sheriff to be released and Stiles and Sheriff are arguing about something when Derek comes in for Sheriff’s final in-hospital PT session.
Sheriff: Would you tell my kid he needs to stop using up all his vacation time on me? Even my DOCTOR (significant glare at Stiles) agrees I’m capable of surviving on my own now.
Derek: Vacation time?
Stiles: It’s MY vacation time, and Derek understands that our honeymoon will have to wait until I’ve built up more. He’s understanding like that.
(Stiles hands Derek another Ring Pop that Derek puts in his pocket to give to the kid with the severely shattered femur in Room 14 without even looking at it because the package was purple, so probably grape flavored. It’s like Stiles isn’t even trying, but Derek feels a bit bad that this kid is spending all his allowance on candy for Derek that he ends up giving away to other kids…)
Sheriff: I know you FBI agents mostly just stand around with your thumbs up your asses, but even THAT requires you being present to do so.
Stiles: *significant eye roll* Hey, at least we don’t volunteer to be the target for two-bit gas station robbers to shoot at.
Derek: FBI?
Stiles and Sheriff: Huh?
Derek: Aren’t you a student? *a bit panicky, because suddenly Stiles is An Adult and Derek’s brain is having problems redefining him and his place in the world*
Stiles: *eye roll* Really? Did Melissa pay you to say that shit? I go undercover at a high school ONE TIME…
Derek: How old are you?
Stiles: 27.
Derek: Oh. I gave all the ring pops to kids in pediatrics.
Sheriff: *starts laughing, which fucking hurts, oww*
Stiles: I am Offended. You must take me out to dinner to make up for it.
Derek: *actually taking a moment to look at Stiles, who is cute and has been there for his dad every minute of the day for weeks* I only have enough time for coffee for a FBI agent, sorry. *is actually flirting now, which is vastly different from humoring an underage boy*
Stiles: Oh, is it gang up on the FBI agent day?
Derek: Well, all those investigating skills and you still haven’t found me a watermelon ring pop.
Sheriff: *fist bumps Derek*
Stiles: *narrows eyes* Fine. But if I bring you a watermelon one, you’re legally obligated to go to dinner with me.
~later that day/week~
Derek is waiting in the coffee shop on his day off when Stiles enters. He’s well-rested, cleaned up, and wearing a suit jacket because he’s going back to FBI office after this.
He looks HAWT.
Derek is the one nearly tripping over his tongue now, which is made worse when Stiles pulls a watermelon ring pop out of his pocket and drops to one knee.
Derek’s not sure whether his immediate “Yes” is to dinner… or the rest of his life.
(Spoiler: It starts with dinner but ends up being The Rest of His Life barely a year later.)
(Sheriff makes a full recovery but retires three years later when Stiles and Derek adopt their first child.)
(Yes, Derek is a werewolf. He leeches little bits of pain from patients when it won’t interfere with recovery.)
Stiles: “This is my body Derek, i saw it, i felt it with my hand, i…” Suddenly Derek comfort him from behind
Derek: “You’re not a killer, Stiles… you… you’re not like me” Stiles breakdown and tears fall from his eyes.
Stiles: “i’m sorry” and he turn around and embrace Derek so tight.
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Stiles and Derek hanging out like all the time. Stiles asking one day, “are you attracted to me?”
And Derek regarding him kind of incredulously at the question, which is seemingly out of nowhere and asked with such seriousness that Derek doesn’t have a chance to really process it.
Stiles telling Derek that his friend from school was confused when Stiles mentioned going on a date with someone because they thought Derek was his boyfriend based on the way (and frequency) Stiles talks about him.
“She was all like, why aren’t you dating? And I thought, ha, because,” Stiles tells Derek. “But then I was like…cos I couldn’t come up with an actual reason. So now, I’m wondering…why aren’t we dating?’
And before Derek has a chance to respond Stiles pushes forward, “so I thought maybe you aren’t attracted to me cos that would do it. Probably, so like?” And Stiles is looking at Derek expectantly.
Derek regards him for a moment before speaking. When he does he shrugs and says, “we aren’t dating because neither of us has asked the other out.”
Which is probably not what Stiles is expecting for an answer. “So are you saying if I were to ask you out you would say yes?” Derek is trying not to smirk and Stiles knows the look well, it’s sort of devious and adorable all at once. It makes Stiles’ chest constrict and he feels his stomach somersault.
“I am attracted to you,” Derek finally says. Stiles feels his face heat which is annoying because he’s trying to play it cool. He feels his pulse spike so it’s pretty much a total loss.
“So, that’s a yes?” Stiles confirms.
“Yes, I will say yes if you ask me out,” Derek tells him. Stiles nods.
“So, do you like…wanna get dinner tonight?” Stiles asks, still sort of nervous because he’s not sure totally that Derek isn’t fucking with him.
“I’m free now,” Derek says. Stiles swallows the choked sound of surprise in his throat. Derek is smirking at him now.
“Me too,” Stiles nods. Which should be obvious because they’re actually hanging out together and have been for the past half an hour.
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