#paramedic stiles

[sterekbros]

Begin Again (1173 words) by Winchesterek Chapters: 1/? (WIP) Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes Additional Tags: Paramedic Stiles Stilinski, Firefighter Derek Hale, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, True Alpha Derek Hale, Good Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Omegaverse Alpha Derek Hale, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse Omega Stiles Stilinski, Packless Omega Stiles Stilinski, POV Derek Hale, POV Stiles Stilinski

Stiles’ heart was pounding in his ears as he reached in through the broken window, feeling for a pulse point. He couldn't believe what he’d just witnessed. Not only was it a hit-and-run, but they’d also shot the girl before they took off.

“Hey, hey. Stay with me. What’s your name?” he asked her as she drifted in and out of consciousness. She mumbled ‘Erica’ before she slipped away again and Stiles tried to yank the door open but it was jammed.

Then he saw it. The bullet wound was smoking. He grabbed her shirt and pulled it aside to look at her shoulder. There were black lines surrounding the wound.

“Shit.” He knew then that she was a werewolf and the people that attacked her were hunters. They likely only left her because they thought the bullet would do her in. If she were human, Stiles wouldn't dare move her because of any injuries she might have from the accident.

But she wasn't human. If he could get the bullet out and heal the wound, she would heal any other injuries on her own.

Stiles reached in to grab her under her arms and hauled her out of the broken window. He laid her out on the ground and ripped her shirt open around the collar, then slung his backpack off. “Alright, hang in there. We’re gonna get this out.”

He fished his pocket knife out of his bag, then took a deep breath before digging in for the bullet. Stiles removed it effectively and tossed it on the ground.

“Almost done. Just have to take care of this wolfsbane. You’re doing great,” he told her even if she didn't respond. It was a habit that Stiles had, always talking to his patients as if they were conscious enough to hear him even when they weren't.

Stiles pulled out a vial of wolfsbane from his bag and prayed that it was the right strain as he opened it, dumped some onto the wound, and packed it in. He capped it and threw it back into his bag, then grabbed his lighter and lit it. It sparked and smoked and Erica started convulsing.

His heart started evening out as the black lines disappeared and the wound healed, leaving Erica lying still on the ground. “Oh, thank god.”

Then she breathed deeply and blinked at him, her eyes glazed and confused.

“You’re okay,” Stiles breathed. “I called the ambulance when the accident happened. I know you’re a werewolf and I healed your wolfsbane poisoning. The ambo should be here any minute.”

She tried to talk and Stiles shook his head, stopping her from rising before she passed out again. He looked up to see lights flashing as an ambulance pulled up.

“What happened?” a woman asked as she exited the ambulance, while another went around to the back to get a transfer board and gurney from what Stiles could see.

“It was a hit and run. Her vitals are good and I can't tell if there are any head injuries, but there are no visual fractures. She’s been in and out of consciousness.”

“You moved her?” the woman asked, giving him a judgemental look.

“I made sure to stabilize her neck as best as I could while she was moved,” he lied and there was no evidence that he’d done so.

“Alright, we got it from here.”

Stiles watched as the other medic came and they transferred her onto the board, strapped her to the gurney, and loaded her into the back of the ambulance.

Before Stiles could react, everything was silent. He looked at the wrecked car and sighed, running a hand over his face and packed up his backpack. So much for having a stress-free life in Beacon Hills. He really should have stayed at Berkeley.

***

It had been an hour since Erica had been admitted to Beacon Hills Memorial and Derek was beside himself with worry. He’d gotten there as soon as he could. Erica had been in and out of consciousness even though the doctors told him there was nothing wrong with her. He could smell the wolfsbane on her skin, but the poison had left her system as far as Derek could tell.

He held her hand and sighed, raising it to scent her and press his cheek against it. “Come on, Erica. Wake up.” Please.

As if she heard his please, her voice broke into his thoughts with, “You know me. I survive on drama.”

Her voice was hoarse, but still light and teasing. Derek looked up, relief washing through him. “If you needed some attention, all you had to do was tell me. Really, enlisting the hospital wasn't necessary.”

Erica laughed and then raised her free hand to hold her head. “I feel like I have the worst hangover.” She sighed. “What happened to my car?”

”They took it to the impound lot to inventory it. I think the officer said it was totaled.” He squeezed her hand and assured her, “Well get you another one.”

”Fucking hunters. I swear. They came out of nowhere and rammed me, then shot me with fucking wolfsbane,” Erica grumbled.

“Hunters?” Derek’s brows rose in concern. “I scented the wolfsbane on you, but I didn't see any wounds… how did you remove it?”

Erica paused, looking thoughtful as she held Derek’s hand tighter. “There was a man… he helped me.” She frowned and rubbed at her eyes before she sighed. “I don't remember much… just spots.”

Spots? That made Derek frown more, his thumb idly stroking over the back of Erica’s hand as he tried to soothe her. “So he helped you?”

”Well I’m alive so that’s the only explanation that I have,” Erica replied and rested her head against a pillow.

Derek tried to pick up the scent of whoever it was that helped Erica, but he couldn't find much on her. There was something sweet lingering on her skin, but they’d removed her clothes when she was admitted to the hospital so he wouldn't find it there. “Well, whoever he is, I’ll have to owe him. Hale’s repay their debts.”

”I don't think he’ll feel like you owe him. I mean. Why would he save me if he was expecting something out of it and then not show up to the hospital?” Erica closed her eyes and squeezed Derek’s hand again. “Really, I’m okay. When can we leave?”

Derek glanced at the door, giving Erica another once over before he stood. “I’ll check with the doctors. I brought you a change of clothes since they said the others were ruined in the wreck.”

He released Erica’s hand and stood. “I’ll be back.”

He wiped his hands on his jeans and went to find a doctor. Derek wanted to get Erica out of there just as much as Erica wanted to leave. He hated hospitals.

And whoever saved Erica, Derek knew he owed them. He made a silent promise to find out who it was whenever things were quiet again.

[fuckyeahfanfictions]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore, Cora Hale/Isaac Lahey, Vernon Boyd/Erica Reyes Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf), Sheriff Stilinski, Claudia Stilinski (past), Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, Isaac Lahey, Jackson Whittemore, Malia Tate, Kira Yukimura, Cora Hale, Talia Hale, Laura Hale Additional Tags: Alive Hale Family, Alive Laura Hale, Based on a Tumblr Post, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Human, EMT Stiles Stilinski, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, meet cute, i just want everyone to be happy, not all pairings get a lot of time/love, little angst, stiles is full of self loathing, badly placed soulmate marks, self hatred, not much, bc i love stiles too much, Hurt Stiles, Hurt Derek, car crash, Christmas Series: Part 18 of Sterek All The Time (lots of one shots) Summary:

Soulmate AU where you have a black stain where your soulmate is supposed to touch you for the first time and it turns to millions of colors once they do. Stiles was born with a very visible black palm on his cheek.

[imagine-sterek]

Imagine cop stiles tries to go on every call involving someone who’s having a mental issue so he can make sure they’re okay and being taken care of. Cause he remembers his mom having an episode and becoming violent and the cop who came (before his dad got there) hurt her trying to stop her. Also paramedic Derek who shows up as well to take the patient to get medical care and always appreciates stiles being there.

I can imagine the both of them visiting the people they’re called out to (at home or in the hospital) to build a bond so that if they’re called out again, the person knows them and don’t get scared by a stranger showing up.

Some cases are difficult, some get violent and Derek is relieved to have Stiles there and some remind Stiles of his mother and he’s glad to have Derek there, the guy who - with one look - understands Stiles. But more often than not, they’re called out to misunderstandings, are able to talk people down, or just drop in now and then to see if they’re okay or if they need any help with anything.

[aurevell]

The heavy breathing constant refreshing ramp up as 'Week 3: Crime' approaches...

anon i am JUST finishing the last edits this morning - it’s such a weird messy fic for me but im so excited about it!! i really hope you’ll like it :)

p.s. it will be out tomorrow morning so save your refreshes for now!

[sugarplumprincess2003]

I think as Derek fans we have done a disservice in choosing the perfect profession for him - like yeah, he'd be great at sports, fine being a deputy, and all, but like Derek as a fireman has so much potential! I have read only few fanfics where he has been a firefighter, and I want moreeee! Like being a fireman is perfect for him in any au - his family died in fire, he fights trauma, becomes a firefighter in NY, and yada yada. Hale family is alive! well, no problem - he was a jock in high school, he grows up, decides he wants to be the saving kinda guy, becomes a firefighter in Beacon Hills.

There is so much potential here. And ofc Sterek being the relationship would be the icing on the cake what with him either being a paramedic, EMT, or like whatever profession.

SO, this is a humble request to Sterek fanfic writers - please, please, write few fics with Derek as a firefighter.

Reason for my Firefighter Derek Hale obsession is this fic that I have read a million times and keep going back to - Fireman Derek's Crazy Pie [Cheeseburger Baby] (17698 words) by owlpostagain (couldn't find their tumblr blog link) Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Laura Hale, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin, Danny Māhealani, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Sheriff Stilinski, Talia Hale Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Underage Drinking, Misuse of Fire Alarms, Negative Zero Knowledge of Pie, This Was Only Supposed to be a Drabble, Fluff, Abuse of Italics and Parenthetical Asides, oblivious!Stiles, Oblivious!Derek, Lots of Oblivious!Trope, fireman derek, Alternate Universe - College/University, College Student Stiles Summary: “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."

You can also check out the tag - Firefighter Derek Hale

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Any enemies to lovers future AU Sterek fics? At first they annoy each other just as much as they used to, but ofc that changes. Thanks, ur awesome

Oh definitely.

magical protection at the hands of a snarky spark by sychia_rin

(1? I 341 I General)

Stiles stormed his way through the room. The ward he literally just made felt broken.

He eyed the tall man standing on the balcony as he turned to face him, he quirked up an eyebrow looking as shocked as that grumpy face could get him. He must be some newbie guard.

"I just put that ward there shitface. Shoo," Stiles motioned for him to move. The guard stood in place, watching Stiles as he stomped closer.

....

Where an overworked Stiles works for the (royalish?) Hale family doing magical tasks. Vaguely Merlin inspired if you squint.

royal blue fits better with Derek by 08JustLizeth80

(1/1 I 3,129 I Mature)

Where Derek Hale is the prince of England and Stiles is the (extremely) ineloquent and mouthy first son of the United States.

Or

Where Stiles thinks royalty is such an archaic concept it shouldn’t even exist (which has nothing to do with his inadequate and totally not existing crush on the prince).

Knot Your Typical College Romance by stilesanderek (minxxx)

(1/1 I 51,546 I Explicit)

In which Stiles loves studying at Beacon Hills Supernatural University and even though he loves his group of friends, he just wishes that Derek wasn't included in it. Stiles hates the guy fiercely, and he knows it's completely mutual, and what he also knows it's completely mutual is the hate boner they both have going on for each other. What happens after they finally hookup after years of tension, though, isn't something Stiles ever signed up for.

“Shut the fuck up, Stilinski,” Derek hisses, their foreheads less than half a dozen of inches apart.

“Oh yeah, big guy?” Stiles says, stuffing his chest in defiance, licking his mouth once and then finally saying, “Make me.”

all you have is your fire by hansuckss

(7/? I 20,624 I Mature)

“Why wouldn’t I? I mean, if it’s a matter of saving someone’s life. You know,” Derek smirked. “There are lots of things I can do for an hour.”

Everyone knows they can count on Stiles Stilinski, the most composed paramedic at the fire station, and he takes pride in his work. At least until a new firefighter shows up. The newest firefighter-in-training, Derek Hale, is a former football player with a huge hero complex and limitless energy. And until fate brings them together, Stiles can put up with the man's presence. Sparks fly—not in a positive way. The fact that Derek is hotter than the fires he puts out and annoyingly charming doesn't help.

Help Wanted (But Not Really) by reillyblack

(9/9 I 26,096 I Mature)

"Stiles, I'll clear up your confusion about the position. Derek here needs someone to live with him. He's a difficult person to live with, so I won't sugarcoat that. But his responsibilities at the company right now make it impossible for him to actually take care of himself and his home. That would be your job," Laura explained.

Both Stiles and Derek objected at the same time.

Five Times Detective Stilinski and Fire Captain Hale Had Sex In Public, and One Time They Did It In A Bed by bleep0bleep

(7/7 I 32,853 I Explicit)

"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."

Words Cannot Espresso How Much You Bean to Me by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

(1/1 I 68,366 I Teen)

“You’re late,” Derek informed him coldly, jaw clenched. He barely even moved his mouth to speak. This guy was seriously scary.

And because Stiles was suicidal, he said, “No, I’m Stiles.”

The look he got could’ve curdled milk. Stiles even noticed that Derek’s muscles were tensing, arms bulging even more and wow this guy was scary and hot but mostly scary holy shit.

“You’re not funny,” Derek informed him coldly.

Stiles shrugged. “I think that’s a matter of opinion.”

Like it or Not by Halevetica

(56/56 I 80,902 I Not Rated)

Stiles works as the editorial assistant at Vogue. He loves everything about his job except for his boss, Derek Hale. Derek Hale is the worst and Stiles hates him. But when Derek drags him to the yearly awards dinner within the company, he is forced to play boyfriend for the night to make Derek's ex jealous. Things couldn't get much worse...or so Stiles thought.

(Fuck you they said) As they threw their threads from their wedding bed by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie)

(9/9 I 96,199 I Mature)

First Son Stiles Stilinski just accidentally caused an international incident. And apparently the only way to save human-werewolf relations is to marry him off to Prince Derek of Triskele. Stiles is going to need all of his acting skills to make the marriage look real, because the Prince is kind of a fucking asshole.

Enemy Lines by qhuinn (tekla)

(17/17 I 149,179 I Explicit)

This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves.

Years later when Derek returns to Beacon Hills, he does it as Alpha of a military pack on a mission to capture those responsible for the region’s resistance. With his main objective, Sheriff Stilinski, out of sight, he settles for the next best thing: his son, Stiles.

Neither of them suspects they’ll need to trust each other if they want to make it out this alive.

The Final Pack by Kedreeva

(33/33 I 428,148 I Mature)

Humankind is fighting its way back from near extinction against the supernatural beings that fed upon the remaining humans in the aftermath of the 2012 apocalypse. On the front lines, Stiles' best friend gets bitten by a werewolf and Stiles must strike a bargain with wolves in order to save him.

[christinesficrecs]

hey! Love your blog. I'm looking for this fic where stiles and the whole lacrosse team is going for some event in a bus but then it meets with an accident and derek and scott are there trying to help the injured. For some reason they're late and stiles is stuck under the bus and derek tries to help him and take his pain but the paramedics also make it hard once they reach. That's all I remember mostly. They do take him to the hospital and melissa is there but there's a rush due to the bus crash and the many casualties. It could be that the crash was supernatural, I think some explosive was involved. But I'm not fully sure. If someone can help, would love it

Hey!

I think it might be this one.

Caretakers by em2mb | 277.9K | Abandoned

Now Lydia sees the white room clearly, Stiles sitting cross-legged on the nemeton in his lacrosse jersey, squinting at a chessboard.

That’s when Lydia realizes her vantage point makes her Stiles’ opponent — and she has him in check.

Her instinct is to push her own king into danger, but Stiles grabs her wrist. “Come on, Lydia,” he says dryly, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Chess might not be your game, but surely you know that’s against the rules.”

Lydia tries to squirm away from him. “But you’ll die,” she insists, his grip tightening so much she’s certain his long fingers will leave bruises.

“Say it, Lydia,” Stiles urges. “Checkmate. Checkmate. Checkmate — ”

[cringywhitedragon]

Some Halloween TC Rambles/Headcannons

It’s spooky season so to celebrate why not share some little bite-sized ramble ideas for some of the TC/TT cast for the spooky season

Being in the hospital can suck, especially for children during the holidays. Caduceus is well aware of that which is why both of the US (To fix the discrepancy in New Blood, I head-cannon that Caduceus has 2 branches in America, Caduceus USA East (Maryland) and Caduceus USA West (Angeles Bay)) and the European branches like to hold a little day of celebration. Staff will decorate the halls and most of the children patients will get the chance to participate in little activities related to the season. That even includes a little trick-or-treating event.

Dr. Niguel isn’t a big fan of the whole tradition unlike the rest of the staff as he usually just spends the whole day cooped up in his lab. Though it hasn’t stopped him one year from using a small pumpkin to test out a new surgical laser he was working on that then proceeded to sit on his desk proudly for the rest of the week leading up to Halloween or the rare thank you Leslie got when she decided to bring him the leftover candy from that year’s hospital trick-or-treat.

Tyler and Amy often go out trick or treating together when he can with this little tradition beginning as far back when she was just a toddler. Though this did get put on pause when Amy came down with GUILT but it didn’t stop them from finding other ways to celebrate together (Though there was a bit of somberness about in Tyler’s eyes at the possibly that Amy wouldn’t recover, yet that all changed after Derek came around and well you know the rest.)

Resurgum does have some similar traditions for Halloween a bit like Caduceus but on a lesser scale because they are a much smaller hospital.

While it’s not one of the busiest holidays in terms of calls, Maria Torres still gets a handful of strange cases that she and the other paramedics have to respond to that involve people doing stupid stuff sometimes. But hey, at least it’s not Christmas, The 4th of July, or Black Friday which often tend to be a whole lot worse.

Naomi, similarly to Victor, wasn’t really one who paid much attention to Halloween until Alyssa came into her life. The two went trick-or-treating one year with Alyssa dressed as a cat and Naomi has become known by several children who trick-or-treat in the neighborhood as the house that hands out those types of candies that look like eyeballs and fingers and whatnot (But hey, the kids, manly the boys, love it)

And just one more just for fun. About a year after the whole GUILT Pandemic, Derek had invited Angie to his place one Halloween after their shift had ended just to hang out when a group of kids passed by. One of them recognized Dr. Stiles as the one who had saved his dad which lead to the poor doctor to get surrounded by the boy and his friend group who were just in awe. When asked by Angie on what his costume was supposed to be, the kid responded that he was dressed as a doctor like his hero. Angie would not let poor Derek live that down.

[dcangel]

Valentine’s day poison

this one’s rough, so just remember it’s what yall asked for (don’t hate me)

thinking about motorcycle boyfriend!stiles who tells you he’s going out for a ride and won’t tell you where and won’t let you go with him. You obviously got a little upset that he wouldn’t tell you where he was going, and it wasn’t one of those stray rides where he just rides for miles on the outskirts of beacon hills for no reason other than personal pleasure, it was a little sketchy, like he was hiding something from you.

You knew stiles well, and you knew the tell tale signs of his lies or when he wouldn’t answer some questions. He didn’t seem to feel the need to explain himself or try and make you feel a little better before he left, so he just gave you a quick peck on the forehead and told you he loved you, and you bluntly said it back. You tried not to let your annoyance show, but the petty and insecure sides of you were quickly becoming a good fit together, so you gave him a half hearted “have fun” whilst saying “I love you” back.

He grabbed his keys off the rack and his coat, helmet already in hand, and pulled the door closed behind him as he walked out. Stiles was acting weird today, and not his normal type of weird. It wasn’t the clingy, touchy-feely, goofball, golden retriever boyfriend type of behavior he always sported, he was closed off and secretive today.

You stayed sitting on his couch, pillow on your lap as your hands sunk deeper into the plush cushion over time. Your eyes unfocused as your mind slipped into the irrational state of overthinking. Fine, whatever. You’d just wait for him to come back and let him decide which path he wanted to go down. You told yourself you wouldn’t worry about it. It was later’s problem.

The remote was on the oak coffee table, so you picked it up and turned the tv on, aimlessly flicking through the channels until you had no choice but to settle on something. Of course it was star wars. As if the universe couldn’t’ve tried to get under your skin more, stiles’ police radio scanner in the dining room (that he wasn’t supposed to have) made crackling static noises before a dispatch voice came over and began speaking. The distance between you and the radio caused the words to be incoherent, and you didn’t feel like listening to whomever speaking about what was most likely a drunk driver or, knowing beacon hills, some “dog-man” running around the streets again. So you got up to turn it off, trying to keep the small woven blanket on your body as you trudged over to stiles’ dining room.

But when you got closer you could make out what they were saying: “Crash reported on route 115, paramedics already en route. How many vehicles involved?”

“Just one: a, uh, navy blue motorbike by the looks of it. I’m about fifty feet out, I’ll be sure to update the ambulance that’s on its way if needed.”

It took a second to connect the dots, but when you realized you were already picturing that exact bike that you had ridden on so many times, your heart absolutely dropped, and so did your blanket. Your heart sank so hastily that you choked on the air in your throat. Breathing felt like a task, a privilege. It felt like your lungs were fighting your throat to let the air through, to allow it to cool down the blazing fire that ignited in your gut, churning every organ in your body.

Every movement you made: the first step you took before your shaky legs took off towards the door, not even wavering at the way your foot tripped on the rug and nearly took you out, and how your sweaty palms grabbed the keys to Roscoe, how you ran to his jeep parked in his driveway, sharp pebbles feeling like they were piercing your sock-clad feet since you didn’t even think of putting shoes on—all of it, it all took years. Each step, each breath was an eternity of its own; toddlers grew up, graduated highschool, fell in love, had kids over their own. Grew old together. It was all eternities of their own that taunted you with a fate you might not get to have now, a fate that was possibly whisked away, stolen from right under your nose.

You didn’t notice how the jeep was brutally hot, stiles having left the heat on to conserve gas or whatever the last time he used it, or how it was practically running on fumes because of how long it’d been since he filled the tank, or how you were speeding, running red lights that belonged to roads which were thankfully empty. If you had noticed all that, then you probably wouldn’t be surprised if by chance a cop that lurked on side roads pulled out to catch people you now fit the description of. Speeders, reckless drivers, law breakers. Though, they probably would’ve been well aware of the cyan jeep the sheriff’s son drove by now.

The scanner was on in his jeep as well, and your fingers fiddled with the dials, trying to land on the same channel as the one in the house.

Please be alive, please be alive, please be alive.

Your hands probably left a thin sheen of sweat on the steering wheel as your fingers gripped it tight like your life depended on it, your knuckles turning white from the pressure.

The traffic up ahead was completely halted, and you knew why. Out of pure anxiety and stress, you screamed at the people in front of you to go. As if they’d actually hear you, as if you weren’t stuck in completely backed up traffic. You thought about pulling off to the side and just riding in the breakdown lane, but there was orange cones not too far ahead, and not much further from that were the flashing lights on the back of a parked ambulance.

Fuck it.

You swerved two lanes to pass over the rumble strip that separated the breakdown lane from the others, and threw Roscoe in park. You practically fell out of the jeep and onto the pavement below. Your nearly-bare feet painfully hit the pebbled cement below, yet you couldn’t feel a thing. Surely your feet were impaled by the rocks, sticks, nuts and bolts and trashed car parts from previous wrecks on the side of the road as you ran at impossible speeds, feeling like your legs were moving to fast for your body. The death wobbles that came with riding a skateboard resembled the feeling in your thighs, and any second now, you’d come tumbling down and roll on the dirty road. You probably looked like some psycho on crack as you ran with every single fiber of your being, every muscle in your body, while unknowingly crying like an idiot.

Swerving the neon orange cones, you almost slammed into the back of the ambulance when you got there, but avoided it in time. Right away, there were cops holding you back, telling you that this was a crash scene and to go back to your car. But it was clear from the way you threw yourself at them repeatedly in hopes that their grip would falter, and by the intense lock your eyes had on the mirror of stiles’ motorcycle, the rest of it nowhere in sight, and by the flood pouring down your cheeks, that you weren’t just some rubber-necking stranger who wanted a closer view to tell all their friends they saw an intense crash today.

“it’s stiles! stiles stilinski!” you cried, pleading with your looks for the officers to let you by.

“stilinski? you mean—”

“yes, stilinski.”

one of the men let you go, but the other stayed in front of you; trying to talk you down from storming an active crash investigation.

the man who walk away pulled his radio from his vest, speaking into it after letting out a sigh heavy with regret. “we know who the victim is.” he paused, preparing for the sheriff to potentially be listening on one of the other lines. “seventeen year old male, stiles stilinski.”

silence came from the other side, nothing but static from the other line being open at least.

“paramedics still en route. do you think you’ll need them? we can have them bring back up.”

you heard the cop sigh, and even from behind you could see him being his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “we, uh, we haven’t found him yet. my guess is he lost control and hit something. probably ejected from his seat into the woods.”

as he got closer to you and the other cop, motioning for him to release you for the time being, you heard a familiar voice in the background of the other line. “accident?”

“yes, sir. a wreck on route 115.”

“damn highway gets everyone. who’s involved?”

even through the janky radio speaker you could still hear the female dispatch on the other end hesitate. “motorcycle wreck involving a, um, s-seventeen year old male. your son, sir.”

“what? you’re saying stiles crashed his motorcycle.”

“it’s a wreck. lance said he wrecked it. i’m sorry, sir.”

“I’m heading down there. Tell lance I’m on my way.” The sheriff said, his voice set in stone. It only made you feel the tiniest bit better, but it was something.

At least now you’d have a person here just as concerned as you, if not more.

The other officer let you through after putting up with your begging for about ten minutes. Not without radioing the sheriff first, though.

“What, are you insane? Let the girl in!” A voice on the other end chastised. It was the voice you needed to hear second most.

You took off after they let you past their neon cones, heading directly to the motorcycle that a few officers were pulling from a ditch. His bike was wrecked. And stiles was nowhere in sight.

as you neared his bike, shimmering navy blue under the sun like it chose its time to shine, you noticed something. a small red box, all dented in with dirt and debris stuck in the fuzzy velvet. yet somehow its contents hadn’t spilled.

your fingers trembled as you reached out for the object, an affect of your inevitable break down. or maybe it had already started. the small hinges groaned as the box struggled to open.

and inside, resting there so prettily on even smoother black velvet, was a silver necklace. a charm hung on the end of the chain; a small heart with and even smaller note engraved on it.

I’ve told the moon about you every night since the day we met. I made sure it’ll never forget.

how’s that for “it’s not what you think”😁

and i had absolutely no clue what to put for the quote, so i made one up.

i’ve had this in my drafts forever and was debating on finishing it fully, but i panicked and forgot i needed to upload it tonight so now we have room for a part 2 if yall want

also i’m willing to do an actual motorcycle boyfriend!stiles fic that IS what you think if yall want

heavily unedited

[hotgirlstiles]

hello hello help is required. Have you read this fic where stiles and the whole lacrosse team is going for some event in a bus but then it meets with an accident and derek and scott are there trying to help the injured. For some reason they're late though and stiles is stuck under the bus and derek tries to help him and take his pain but the paramedics also make it hard once they reach. That's all I remember. Would probably also ask someone else to look cause this is hella specific but i can't find the fic anywhere ffs

hi baby!! unfortunately i have read the fic but i can’t find it as well! 😭💔 i remember it too but it seems it isn’t in my bookmarks 💔 does anyone else know this fic? :c

[violetfairydust]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for tagging me @endwersed!

I got the angst feels, so I've been working on torturing Derek that fic recently.

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Derek sat forward. There was barely enough room in the ambulance for him and the EMT, let alone another person, but he looked anyway. He knew he had to be somewhere. He could hear the siren of the other ambulance. He couldn’t place it. It overlapped with the one he was in. They left at the same time; he had to be close. Was he in front of Derek? If he wasn’t, why wasn’t he? If he wasn’t, Derek would sue the hospital. He didn’t need the money, but he didn’t need the help, either. Stiles needed it. Where was he?

“Sir.”

“No. I’m fine. Where is he?”

“You need to lie down. You hit your head on—”

“I don’t care!” Derek roared. “Where is he?!”

“He’s in the other ambulance. He’s getting help. We’ll be at the hospital in a few minutes. You need to lie back, sir.”

How could that moron expect him to lie back? How could he calm down? How? How? That’s all he could ask. How? How did it happen? Why did it happen? Why did it have to be him? Why? He didn’t do anything wrong. He didn’t even hit the tree when he swerved. How could this have happened? How?

“What happened?” he whispered.

“Lie back, please.” She got out her light and tried to shine it in his eyes. “You might have a concussion.”

If Stiles wasn’t in critical condition, Derek would have laughed. Even if he did have a concussion, it would have healed. The blood on his hands and shirt and the cuffs of his pants was Stiles’.

“I meant with the other driver.”

The other car had veered into the wrong lane. It hit the side of the jeep at the perfect angle to flip it. They rolled off the side of the road and barely missed the tree. All the glass had shattered and covered them like a blanket. The roof was dented, the hood smashed... The car was as lifeless as Stiles looked. He hadn’t responded when Derek screamed his name. He screamed until his throat was raw. When the paramedics were able to pull them from the wreckage, Derek was sat with his back to a trunk. The other car wasn’t as lucky. It rammed into a tree, which had snapped and collapsed on the top of the black car.

“He’s also going to the hospital. Let’s just worry about you right now.”

Ridiculous! Derek didn’t need anyone to worry about him. Stiles needed the attention. Screw the other guy! What about Stiles? What did he do to deserve it? Why? Had the driver been drinking? Or on his phone? Asleep at the wheel? Why? Why did it have to be him? Could it have been prevented if they had just left a few minutes earlier or later? Why did it have to be Stiles? Why couldn’t it have been him? Derek could survive just about anything. He could have walked out of that accident no problem. And he did. Why couldn’t Stiles?

He was breathing at least. But that couldn’t guarantee he would wake up.

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No pressure tags: @dear-massacre @eevylynn @renmackree @thotpuppy

[sterekbros]

Help me out lol hmmmmm

[theoraeken]

for @steodiscord April Prompt - First Responders

Fools In Love (3219 words) by FandomSlash, TheoRaekenTumblrChapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Theo Raeken/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Theo Raeken, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Human, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Barebacking, Gay Sex, Paramedic Stiles Stilinski, Paramedic Theo Raeken, Good Theo Raeken, Ex-Military Theo Raeken, Top Theo Raeken, Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Partners to Lovers, ambulance sex Summary: Stiles and Theo are two paramedics with a passion for saving lives, but their passion for each other burns even brighter. From the moment Theo arrived at the station, Stiles was entranced by his smoldering charisma and captivating ideas. Despite his stubbornness, Stiles couldn't resist the raw, burning lust he felt for Theo, and the feeling was mutual.

Their work is impeccable, but their chemistry is explosive. Late nights at the office are filled with electric tension, and their touches are charged with heat. As they rush to save lives, they find themselves unable to ignore the undeniable spark between them.

[oldfangirl81]

"Buckley, you can write down Sauron as a no for weddings."

"What?" Hen looked between Buck and this stranger.

"Stiles, I am shocked. This is the most shocked I have been in my life." Buck looked up from his clipboard keeping his tone dry. "Next time don't make bets with a child over videogames. I warned you that Christopher was ruthless."

"Yeah, yeah. At least Erica and Boyd were amused. But Melissa threatened to ground me for the next three months."

"That sounds about right. I want pictures. I know Christopher will want them too." Buck noticed the look Hen was giving them. "Oh, sorry. Hen, meet my new neighbor and friend, Stiles Stilinski. Stiles, meet Hen Wilson the best paramedic in LA."

"Hey!" piped up Chim. "I'm your brother-in-law, that should count for something."

"I know what I said."

[usermischief]

♞Pairing: Steo ♞Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken, Kira Yukimura, Matt Daehler, Isaac Lahey, Sheriff Stilinski ♞Tags: firefighter Stiles, paramedic Theo, reckless Stiles, secret relationship (kind of) ♞Words: 3818 ♞ for @steodiscord April Prompt - First Responders

ao3

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heat of the moment

“The building is unstable,” Isaac informs them over the radio, “get your asses out of there.”

Stiles glances at Matt, who briefly nods in his direction before hurrying downstairs. The last few apartments they checked were empty, meaning the whole building should be cleared by now. Stiles rushes down the flight of stairs as well. As much as he loved to finally be back on active duty, he can’t wait to get out of this gear and the heat. 

Outside, the scene is less chaotic. Police are dealing with bystanders. Stiles can make out Theo talking to a group of people who live in the apartment complex, probably checking for injuries while Kira is dealing with a teenager who’s just getting conscious again. Stiles spots the gash on his forehead and the familiar yellow shirt. It’s the kid he got out ten minutes ago — and he doesn’t seem to be happy about being treated. Kira looks ready to pin his hands down. 

Stiles jogs over to them, fully aware of the panic that sets in waking up during or after a life-threatening situation. It’s not fun. Not fun at all. He jogs passed his dad exchanging information with Deputy Jordan Parrish. “Hey,” he says, pulling his helmet off. “You need any help?” Although Stiles is a firefighter first, he’s qualified to act as a paramedic as well. His position as a firefighter-medic helped enormously during the transfer to his dad’s firehouse after leaving New York. Nobody could argue he only got the job because of his dad — one of the reasons he initially declined to work in Beacon Hills. But with all his friends in Beacoun County, and Liam being alone for most days, he returned. 

He doesn’t regret this decision for a multitude of reasons even though he’s never been fucking shot during his five years in New York. 

“Please, Simon.” Kira sounds exasperated despite the reassuring smile on her face. “Let me check—”

The teenager jumps to his feet, swaying precariously. “No, I have to—” He stumbles back onto the gurney. This time, Kira is pushing him down with a bit more force. “Lisa is still in there.”

Stiles stiffens, ignoring the look of alarm crossing his best friend’s features. “Who’s Lisa?” He remembers getting the kid out of the building. Seventh floor. It’s a small apartment on this side of the building. Two bedrooms. A tiny living room, the kitchen in the hallway. One Stiles has never walked through, probably the bathroom. It would be quick to check it. The apartment isn’t the issue. It’s on the seventh floor. So, he’s not going to rush up there for a pet. His dad would kill him. 

The boy looks up at him, ghostly pale, eyes white, a trickle of blood running down the side of his face. “My little sister.”

Stiles turns on his heels. Seventh floor. He can do that. He’s fast enough to get up there.

“No, Stiles. Wait!” Kira yells, but she’s not running after him. It’s too risky to leave Simon alone. He might do something stupid and get killed in the process. 

But Stiles is a professional. He has a license for stupid decisions. His heart slams against his ribs as he pulls on his helmet and checks his gear on autopilot. His dad is going to kill him either way. Stiles pinches his brows, gradually getting faster as he checks the apartment he knows the little girl has to be in. Yeah. He’ll get up there no problem. He’ll also have enough time to check the apartment for Simon’s sister. It’s getting back down that will be the issue.

“Stiles?” Theo’s voice rings out like a shot in utter silence despite all that noise surrounding them. “Stiles, what the hell are you doing?” There’s panic slipping into his voice, panic Stiles heard months ago when the stray bullet pierced his chest, missing his heart by a couple of inches. 

“I need a rescue air cushion,” Stiles calls into the radio as he enters the burning building again. “I’m headed to the seventh floor, third window from the left.” 

“Turn back!” That’s his dad’s voice. 

Stiles is so dead. “Can’t, Cap. There’s still a kid in there.”

Silence follows his words as heavy and uncomfortable as the hot air surrounding him.The sweltering heat wraps around him like a vise, squeezing the life out of every breath he takes. They can despise his choices all they want, but deep down, they know he won't turn his back on a child. They’re all aware of why he chose to become a firefighter when all he ever dreamed of used to be becoming an FBI profiler. But being saved himself, it changed his perspective. He decided that he didn’t want to help the dead, he wanted to save the living — and that’s what he is going to do right now. 

And his team might not like it, but his dad starts bellowing commands, and Stiles knows that everything will be perfectly fine. His mission is simple: reach the seventh floor, find Lisa, and get her out safely.

He rushes upstairs with a purpose, but the ground beneath his feet quakes with uncertainty. Every step he takes feels like it might be his last. The building is a lot more unstable than he thought. But he reaches the apartment in one piece and takes a look inside. Flames flicker and dance on the walls within, threatening to swallow him whole. He will have to tread carefully, but he still has to be fast. There will be no saving this place, and there will be no saving Lisa if he doesn’t get into this apartment. 

Stiles inhales deeply, the heat pressing down on him like a thousand pound weight. He braces himself and bursts through the open door.“Lisa!” He’s surveying the hallway, trying to assess where she might hide out. While Stiles found her brother in the living room, Matt checked the bathroom. Stiles can’t believe he misses a fucking child. However, there aren’t too many places to hide in a two-bedroom apartment of this size. “What the hell, Matt?” Stiles breathes, venturing deeper into the hallway. The flames haven’t reached the kitchen area yet, but there’s not a lot of time left before this place becomes a death trap. 

“Lisa?”

“Stiles,” Isaac’s voice crackles through the radio, “the stairs on the first floor just collapsed, you have to—”

A crash from somewhere above him cuts Isaac off. It makes the ground Stiles is standing on rumble. Stiles swallows heavily as he watches the lamp swing above him. That’s not good. That’s a fucking problem. He tries his best to stay calm, but the nerves start to creep up on him. If he doesn’t find Lisa soon— no, no. That’s not the road he’ll allow his thoughts to rush down. It’s going to be fine. So far, he hasn't lost someone in a burning building. This is not going to be his first time. 

“That was the fucking roof,” Theo bellows, panic, and anger making his voice almost sound unrecognizable through the radio. “Get out of there now.”

“Two minutes,” Stiles replies.

“No!” Theo yells, “get out now.”

But Stiles hardly hears his words because a door opens to his right and a red-haired girl looks at him. The bathroom. Matt fucking missed her in the bathroom. “Lisa?” Stiles asks, trying to stifle his anger, and offers her his hand. “Your brother sent me. I’m here to help.”

Lisa hesitates, and Stiles barely resists the urge to grab her. Dealing with a screaming and kicking eight-year-old isn’t exactly high on his agenda while the house is burning down around them. But the girl is just standing there, sobbing silently. 

Fuck. 

They don’t have time to discuss this. Without hesitating any longer, he rushes forward and hoists the girl into his arms. This seems to startle her out of whatever trance she’s been in. Sobbing hysterically now, she wraps her arms and legs around him. Stiles curls one arm around her waist and rushes back to the living room.

It’s a lot hotter now, the flames are lashing out, making their way deeper into the hallway. They’ve reached the kitchen now, and Stiles really doesn’t want to be in here when they reach the gas stove. 

“We’re on our way,” Stiles radios before turning to Lisa again. “I need you to hold on as tightly as you can, okay?” The lack of a harness could pose a problem, but there’s no way she’ll jump by herself. Stiles hadn’t done it either all those years ago. He’d clung to a stranger like a lifeline. 

Today, he is going to be that lifeline. 

The heat is getting worse by the second now, and Stiles knows they’re going to lose even more time once he opens this window. But it’s their only way out. So, he does it, feeling the rush of cool air despite his heavy gear. The fire is going to love it as well. “Hold on,” he repeats, smiling a little when Lisa’s grip on him instantly tightens. “That’s the spirit.” Stiles pats her shoulder softly with his free hand before grabbing onto the window frame. 

Theo yells something from the ground the second he pokes his head out of the window. 

Stiles has zero doubt that Theo will be even more pissed with him than his dad, which would suck since they’ve just started dating a couple of months ago. He seriously likes Theo, even thinking about them not talking is a more terrifying prospect than running back into a burning building to save a kid. 

It probably says something about him. 

It’s not easy to get out of the window with only one hand, no harness, and an eight-year-old girl clinging to him. Stiles didn’t exactly think this through, but he finds himself outside the building with semi-secure footing either way. Still, he could have made it so much easier on himself. “Close your eyes,” Stiles says softly, turning his back to the crowd. His fingers hook around the window frame. 

“It’s time now,” his dad informs him not without urgency in his tone. 

Stiles nods resolutely, steeling himself for what's to come. He lives and breathes this job, but he knows that falling is the one thing he can never get used to. He inhales deeply, trying to calm the rising tide of panic as he edges away from the building, clutching the girl tightly to his chest. His heart hammers in his chest and his stomach twists. Stiles closes his eyes, trying to ignore the fact that he’s about to fall from the seventh floor, trying to ignore the persistent voice in the back of his head.

With a sudden jolt, he feels himself plummeting towards the rescue cushion far below. The wind whips past his face as they hurtle through the cold air, his grip on the girl unyielding. Stiles squeezes his eyes shut, and his mind races with all the things that could go wrong. But then they hit the cushion, and it feels like landing on a cloud. The sound of muffled cheers reaches his ears, and he scowls slightly. As heroic as all of their actions seem, Stiles hates people sensationalising it. He doesn’t want to think about the phones pointing in their reaction, filming not only him but Lisa — and that’s what annoys him the most. She doesn’t need to relive one of her worst moments on the news or the internet. Stiles remembers how much it fucked with him when he watched himself getting shot. 

Releasing the girl, he watches as Kira takes over, guiding her to safety. Stiles can't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the little girl; she seemed so distrustful of firefighters, perhaps due to the abandonment she felt when Matt left her behind. Nonetheless, she's safe now, and that's all that matters.

Stiles rolls off the cushion and pulls his helmet off. The second his feet hit the floor, he finds himself confronted by his father and Theo. Both are more than furious. “Don’t,” Stiles mutters, raising both of his hands in defense, “if you wanna blame someone—” he cuts off, sighing. It feels wrong to blame Matt even though he very clearly missed her inside the bathroom. It’s a stressful job. Maybe she hid really well. 

Then again, why would you hide from a fire? 

“Truck,” his dad orders, “now.” 

Stiles glances at Theo, but he merely shakes his head and turns away. Defeated, he turns towards the firetruck. He probably deserves it. 

— — — 

“Are you good?”

Stiles studies Matt over his plate of pasta. “Well, I haven’t been yelled at so much since I ran away from home for an hour when I was a kid.” To be fair, that was when he learned he’d be a big brother, and every fiber of his nine-year-old body very much hated that idea. Now, he couldn’t imagine a life without Liam — or Theo, that is, who still hasn’t said a single word to him since the incident. But he’s been talking to Stiles’ dad for the most part, so those two are probably scheming; and that’s not going to bode well for him. 

Matt shrugs. “You did your job.” 

“I wouldn’t have had to do it,” Stiles snaps, narrowing his eyes slightly at Matt’s nonchalant tone, “if you had done yours. How the fuck do you miss an eight-year-old girl, dude?” 

A shadow crosses Matt’s face, proving once again that he’s not one for criticism, and Stiles isn’t usually one to criticize anybody’s job performance. Still, he missed Lisa. If her brother hadn’t woken up, she would have burned to death in her bathroom, wondering why the people who are supposed to save her turned their back on her. Matt grimaces and shrugs. “You haven’t been back long, I was—”

“I’m not your responsibility.” Stiles pushes his pasta away from him with a huff and glances around the firehouse, catching sight of Theo and Kira going through their ambulance together. Maybe he should talk to Theo, explain why he did it, and apologize. He doesn’t want this relationship to end before it really starts. They deserve this shot despite Stiles being an idiot about this, despite his dad not enjoying romance in the same team. They can make this work, even if they won’t stay together. 

“Stiles.”

“I’m sorry,” he whips his head around, staring at Matt in confusion, “did you say something?” 

Matt’s jaw tightens for all but a second, then he smiles again, but something about it almost seems wrong, out of place. “I’ve asked how I can make it up to you.” His voice is a little too smooth like he’s hiding something.

Stiles glances around the dining area, suddenly feeling nervous. A feeling that’s amplified by noticing Isaac having hurried downstairs at one point. It’s odd. He’s never felt nervous around Matt before, not even during the time he came over frequently. Something seems different today, and it makes Stiles more nervous than he’d like to admit. “Just do your job the next time. I don’t need you to watch out for me.” 

Matt’s lips twitch, but his smile remains steady for the most part. “I think you misunderstood my question.” He sounds almost patronizing in a way, which is new. Matt, like the rest of his team, has come over while Stiles was recovering from being shot. Sure, he’s always been a little too nice, and there’s always been something Stiles couldn’t place, but this? This is just straight-up a completely new side to him. 

Crossing his arms, Stiles fixes Matt with furrowed brows. “I… I think you gotta elaborate.” 

Another twitch of his lips. It’s almost impossible to tell if Matt is angry or amused. He leans forward, folding his hands on the table.”You had to go back up because of me,” Matt explains, drawing his brows together. “I should make it up to you, especially considering our relationship.” 

Stiles crosses his arms and leans back in his chair. “Our relationship?” They’re co-workers. Sure, they’re friendly and all that, but it’s not Matt he calls when he wants to hang out. He calls Kira and Isaac, he calls his friends outside of work. He calls Theo. While Stiles does appreciate Matt coming around during his recovery, it doesn’t really change the fact that they are only co-workers. They’re just on the same wavelength. 

Matt’s smile falls from his face. “Yes, our relationship. I’ve cared for you for months. I—”

“Dude,” Stiles cuts him off, trying his best not to laugh. “I didn’t ask you to do that.” 

“You didn’t have to!” Matt slams his hands on the table, a sharp sound that travels fast through the firehouse. “Because I’m—”

“Can I help you?” Theo has appeared behind Matt, arms crossed and lips curled into a tight line. A pissed-off Theo isn’t the most pleasant person to have around. Even Stiles prefers staying away from him when he’s in a terrible mood. 

Matt turns around. “No, this is a private conversation between me and—” 

“My boyfriends,” Theo cuts in, clearly out of patience despite sounding entirely too calm. “So, I ask you again. Can I help you?”

Stiles stares at Theo, mouth parted and eyes wide. Boyfriend. When the fuck did that happen between this morning, Theo not talking to him, and now? They’ve missed a few steps along the way. Not that he’s complaining. He’s just very confused. 

“What do you mean, boyfriend?” Matt is standing now, looking back and forth between them. 

Stiles doesn’t look away from Theo. “It means I’m dating Theo exclusively.” 

“It means I fucked him after you left his apartment, hoping Stiles would as much as hold your hand,” Theo’s cold voice fits the crude statement. 

Although Stiles hates this side of Theo more than anything, he bites back any comment if only to get Matt off his case. 

But Matt still doesn’t budge. “So, the last few months…”

“Were all in your head,” Theo sounds more and more pissed with every passing second. “Don’t you get it? He’s not that into you. So, move.” Theo uncrosses his arms and takes a single step closer. “Or I’ll move you.” Although he’s not taller than Matt, everyone here knows exactly who’d win this fight. 

Even Matt. He turns to Stiles, shame, and anger clearly written all over his face. “Thanks for leading me on, Stilinski,” he spits and stalks off, brushing past a couple of irritated firefighters in the process. 

Stiles crosses his arms over the table, tapping his fingers against the wood. “Talk about me like that again, and you’ll fuck yourself for a few months.” Stiles doubts he’d even make it a week, but he needs to set some boundaries, especially now that their relationship has been upgraded from kind of dating to boyfriends. 

Since Theo has the decency to look apologetic, Stiles guesses his message was received. Then he takes a deep breath and sets his jaw. “Don’t do it again,” Theo says, pulling Stiles' leftover pasta towards him as he plops down on the now empty chair. He doesn’t eat it, however, merely pokes it with the fork a couple of times. 

Furrowing his brows, Stiles watches him. There’s gotta be something else. There’s no way Theo just came over to mark his territory and let bygones be bygones. “Spit it out.” 

Theo’s bright blue eyes lock with his own. “Don’t ever run into an unstable building again.” 

There it is. Stiles lets out a breath. “I was doing—”

“You were being reckless,” Theo interrupts him sharply, “and I get it. You thought about Liam, but, babe.” He reaches over the table, and Stiles takes his hand, unable to hide the smile when Theo intertwines their fingers before he continues, “Our job is saving people, and I know you will never be the person who thinks before he acts. I’ve accepted that, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it.” Theo squeezes his hand. “Or that I have to understand it. But if something had happened to you today, you and Lisa would have been dead.” 

Stiles swallows around the lump in his throat. “If I hadn’t gone in—”

“It’s not about that,” Theo cuts in again, voice quivering for all but a second. “You didn’t even give us a chance to think about a way to save her. We could’ve used the ladder truck.” But that wouldn’t have worked, the ladder is long enough. They both know it even though nobody says it out loud. “You could’ve climbed down from the neighboring building.” 

Stiles grimaces. “That… that could have worked.” The buildings shared a wall. It would have been the safest solution. Stiles would have been in and out in no time. He would have had a harness. 

Despite his earlier mood, Theo chuckles. “I’m well aware of the risks, but I cannot lose you to your own stupidity.”

Ouch. Also, very rude. However, Stiles can’t argue with Theo on this. He’s very much correct. If anything is going to kill him, it’s not a stray bullet, apparently, but running headless into unstable burning buildings. “You won’t,” he says, although they both know Stiles probably won’t change anytime soon. But he wouldn’t be surprised if his dad switched the team around, so Stiles goes in with Isaac, who is not above throwing Stiles over his shoulder and carrying him out. 

“No, I won’t,” Theo agrees, placing his free hand on top of Stiles’, “because I’m going to become a firefighter-medic as well. Matt is useless, and that way I can make sure you’re not doing anything stupid.” He raises his brows, almost as if he’s expecting complaints. “I’ve already talked to Cap.” 

Stiles knew they were planning something. That probably also explained why his dad did not continue yelling at Stiles after the first time Theo spoke to him. Looks like his dear boyfriend is already saving his life long before he’s running into danger with him. Stiles pulls Theo’s hand to his mouth and kisses his knuckles. “I can’t wait to run into unstable buildings with you by my side.” And he means it. They may not be dating for long, hell, they’re hardly working together for a year, but Stiles trusts Theo with his life. The only person he trusts more is his dad. 

Theo shoots him a look. “Don’t push it, Stilinski.” 

“I’m sorry,” Stiles whispers against the back of Theo’s hand before detangling their fingers to hook his pinkie around Theo’s. “I really am, and I promise I’m trying to be better.” 

“Just—” but whatever Theo meant to say is swallowed by the wailing of the sirens. 

They both glance at each other. Stiles kisses Theo’s knuckles once again before jumping to his feet, rushing towards their next job.

[sterek-ao3feed-archive]

Begin Again

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53882551 by Winchesterek Stiles’ heart was pounding in his ears as he reached in through the broken window, feeling for a pulse point. He couldn't believe what he’d just witnessed. Not only was it a hit-and-run, but they’d also shot the girl before they took off. “Hey, hey. Stay with me. What’s your name?” he asked her as she drifted in and out of consciousness. She mumbled ‘Erica’ before she slipped away again and Stiles tried to yank the door open but it was jammed. Words: 1173, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Erica Reyes Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Paramedic Stiles Stilinski, Firefighter Derek Hale, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, True Alpha Derek Hale, Good Pack Alpha Derek Hale, Omegaverse Alpha Derek Hale, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse Omega Stiles Stilinski, Packless Omega Stiles Stilinski, POV Derek Hale, POV Stiles Stilinski read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53882551