wow my dad likes the word dude

i just needed dispatcher!derek and stiles calling into the sheriff’s dept to talk to the dispatcher bc he was lonely, and subsequently, falling for derek’s voice.


“Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Department,” an unfamiliar male voice answers. Stiles pulls the cell phone away from his ear and stares at it like he accidentally dialed the wrong number. “Hello?” The man’s voice is annoyed, and then the line goes dead.

Stiles hits redial immediately. “Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Department,” the same voice says, more annoyed than before.

“You’re not Edna,” Stiles says. “Edna’s the evening dispatcher, where’s Edna?”

“Who’s this?”

“Stiles Stilinski. The better question is, who are you?”

“Derek Hale.”

“My dad doesn’t work with a Derek Hale. I know everyone who works in that department, and I’d remember a Derek Hale.”

“You’re the sheriff’s son?” Derek asks.

Stiles grins, despite the fact that he’s on the phone. “So, you’ve heard of me?”

“I wouldn’t be proud of that fact.”

Stiles huffs and hangs up.


The next night, he calls again. The same Derek Hale answers the phone.

“Where is Edna?”

“She’s out of town for awhile.”

“So, you’re a temp?”

“I’m a deputy.”

Stiles frowns. “I don’t remember seeing you around.”

“I’m new. Is there anything I can actually help you with?” Derek’s irritation is evident through the line.


This time, Derek hangs up.


Stiles calls two nights later, and ignores the way his stomach flips when Derek’s voice comes over the line. “What are you doing?”

Derek sighs. “What do you want, Stiles?”

“Edna used to read me the word from her word of the day calendar.” Derek remains silent. “Well? What’s the word? Unless you rearranged her desk.”

There’s some shuffling on the other line. “Suidefenestration. It means – “

“To kill yourself by throwing yourself out of a window.”

Derek grunts. “How did you know that?”

“Uh, duh? I took Latin as an undergrad, four years. I learned a word or two. Did you not know what it meant?”

“I thought you were in high school.”

“Grad school, dude.” Stiles laughs, and hangs up.


The next time Stiles calls, he opens with, “Has my dad been eating donuts? Because either it’s that, he somehow got freaky with a chalkboard, or he’s becoming a coke addict. I’m not sure which is more disturbing.”

“I don’t spend my time monitoring the Sheriff’s diet.” Derek doesn’t bother to sound polite or nice. Stiles thinks that maybe he should complain and that the BHSD should hire a better dispatcher. But Stiles is too selfish for that.

“Go look in his office.”

“I’m not going to snoop in my superior’s office!”

“Please,” Stiles begs. “Derek, pleasepleaseplease.”

“How old are you again? Grad school, really?”

“You’re just sad that you’re not this awesome.”

“Goodbye, Stiles.”


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I texted my mom on the way over here. I literally just said, ‘Um, incoming, package of love in the form of a text message, completely random but I love you, dude.’ She replied, 'Wow. That was really well-timed.’ Now I get worried [about my parents]. My dad the other day couldn’t think of a word, and it was something really simple, and I was like, that’s weird. You should know that word!
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