papa derek

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Teen Wolf just gave me something that I didn’t know that i need but now that I have it I need more of it.

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Lydia is basically a mom that is done with her kids shit

anonymous asked:

Ok. Best Derek and John are buddies sterek fics? Like I am always a sucker for deputy Derek and protective boss. Or orphaned Derek and John applying his excellent dad skills to someone who bloody needs a family. I'm just eager for more Derek 'Honorary (or official) Stilinski' found family fics ^_^

We’re not sure we can fulfill all your request but here, have some fics where Derek and the Sheriff are buddies!

DEREK AND THE SHERIFF ARE BUDDIES

All Stirred Up by jsea and marguerite_26

Derek’s first duty as a new deputy is the early morning coffee run to The Leaky Carafe, and it’s not long before he discovers that the quirky barista has a knack for making the perfect drink. Every time. Even before you order.

But is it intuition, luck or magic that has all Stiles’ customers leaving happy?


Emergency Contact by Leslie_Knope

He feels decently well-equipped to handle rogue werewolves, kanimas, fucking faeries, or whatever other supernatural-monster-of-the-week that the universe decides to throw at them. A plain old car accident is a completely different story.


Hotter Than Coffee by Dexterous_Sinistrous

“So, is there a reason my son’s phone number is on my coffee, and he wants me to call him?” The Sheriff questioned as he looked up over his glasses at Derek.

Derek’s eyes widened as he looked at the Sheriff. “What?”

The Sheriff slowly spun his coffee cup around on the desk, the coffee shop’s logo coming into view very slowly.

Derek’s eyes were glued onto the coffee cup, terrified at seeing what the Sheriff was asking. His heart stuttered when he saw the beginning of the words written in Sharpie.

Call me if you want something a bit hotter, Stiles xoxox


Wolf in the House by JoeLawson

“What? It’s totally an improvement. He’s not scowling, or dating bad guys, or slinking around in unsanitary places. Still a bit paranoid, but what can you do. At least he’s a lot easier to get along with when you can buy his affections with ear rubs.”

“And you always wanted a dog,” Sheriff added wryly.

“And I always wanted a dog.”


Cross our bridges when we come to them by RemainNameless

The five times Derek called the Sheriff “Dad” on accident and the first time he did it on purpose.

So I totally have a thing for chubby daddy Derek Hale, with or without mpreg preceding. I just love the idea of Papa Derek, bushy beard and big round belly taking care of his cubs, chasing them around, posing with Stiles and their kids for a Christmas card, a truly happy smile gleaming out from his beard and round belly that he pulls his husband against…

But just imagine chubby Papa Derek, staying at home to take care of the cubs when they first come. I can just see him, sitting on the couch, his cub napping, snuggled to one side, a plate with a sandwich sitting on the table in front of him, which he leans forward to take bites of as he folds laundry, using his big belly a a folding surface. Maybe he’s got the TV on, muted of course because nap time is quiet time, but reading the captions so he can catch up on his baseball scores, or maybe watch his soaps, warm pile or laundry fresh from dryer on his other side.

The folding is repetitive and between the warmth of the laundry and the gurgling snuffles of his cub on the other, Derek soon finds his eyes getting heavy. And being new parents, neither he nor Stiles have really gotten a good night’s sleep in weeks, so maybe he’ll just shut his eyes for a few minutes, it’ll be fine…

…and that’s how Stiles finds him, two hours later when he comes off shift from the sheriff’s station, their cub cooing and gurgling as he wakes from his nap. Derek is still asleep, snoring softly, a tiny t-shirt rising and falling on Derek’s belly with his breathing. It’s too perfect to NOT take a picture, so Stiles takes at least 30, from varying angles.

Without disturbing Derek, Stiles takes their cub, feeding the baby and playing with her until Derek wakes up. It only takes Derek a few moments to realize that the cub is no longer pressed against him, but the only a few more moments to smell his mate, and hear Stiles babbling with the baby. Derek stretches, sighing, finding the tiny shirt still sitting atop his belly.

“You took a picture didn’t you?” Derek rumbles, his voice still rough with sleep.

“Of course I did!” Stiles sings back, his face a giant goofy smiles as he continues playing with the baby. “We took so many pictures of Papa, didn’t we? Didn’t we, little cub!”

Derek huffs, unable to be truly be mad with Stiles when he’s making such ridiculous faces.

Derek folds the tiny shirt, and shifts forward on the couch.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” Derek asks.

“Because Papa Wolf works hard, doesn’t he? And he deserves a nap, doesn’t he, little cub?” Stiles picks the baby up and rocks back on his heels, rising with a grunt.

“Besides, we got fed, and had a bath, and we even put dinner in the oven, didn’t we?” Stiles coos, bouncing the baby on his hip as he walks to the couch.

Derek reaches out to take the cub, but Stiles turns, keeping the baby in his arms. “I got it, Der. Why don’t you just relax? You didn’t even finish your sandwich from earlier.” Stiles leans down and pecks Derek on his lips.

Derek’s stomach chooses that moment to rumble, making Stiles smile. “See, cub, Papa’s hungry! We don’t want Papa to go hungry, do we? Nooo, we don’t.” The baby stares at Stiles with seriousness.

Stiles uses his free hand to play with the hair on the back of Derek’s neck. “You relax, Der-Bear. Finish off that sandwich. This little cub and I are gonna fix Papa a plate.”

Derek takes Stiles’s hand and kisses it. “Thank you,” he says, softly.

Stiles smirks, “Of course. Gotta make sure I keep my Papa Wolf fed.”

Stiles pats Derek’s belly lightly with a wink, then turns to head to the kitchen.

Derek grabs the sandwich plate off the table, slouching back into the couch and resting it on the shelf his belly presents. The smell of Derek’s favorite lasagna wafts from the kitchen as Stiles opens the oven door, and Derek’s mouth waters in anticipation.

He takes a bite of his sandwich and lets out a rumble of contentment, wondering how he ever got so lucky.

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Now aren’t these two just the cutest power couple.