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Babysitter Derek and Hot Single Dad Stiles Stilinski by Niamh
So of course Derek says he can’t watch CJ this Saturday because it’s his birthday, and it he says it like it means  something and keeps bringing it up and Stiles isn’t sure what to do with his mouth when the guy is around but he’s pretty sure the fact that the next time he’s in Stiles’ living room, splayed over the couch and smirking because there’s a card that says HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY strategically placed on the coffee table where Stiles will see it, means something, and he should get some kind of medal of honor for lasting an entire 45 minutes before cancelling his plans for the night and pressing Derek into the couch cushions and following the line of that happy trail the guy’s always flashing—
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bleep0bleep:

Babysitter Derek and Hot Single Dad Stiles Stilinski by Niamh

So of course Derek says he can’t watch CJ this Saturday because it’s his birthday, and it he says it like it means  something and keeps bringing it up and Stiles isn’t sure what to do with his mouth when the guy is around but he’s pretty sure the fact that the next time he’s in Stiles’ living room, splayed over the couch and smirking because there’s a card that says HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY strategically placed on the coffee table where Stiles will see it, means something, and he should get some kind of medal of honor for lasting an entire 45 minutes before cancelling his plans for the night and pressing Derek into the couch cushions and following the line of that happy trail the guy’s always flashing—

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sebastianastan:

superrsoldiers:

my favorite thing is when steve hides full body behind the shield

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whovian182:

Derek Hale’s attempts at flirting (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

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HAVE SOME SLIGHT TEETH PORN

Derek Hale + judging everyone with his eyebrows

"It’s not working!"

"Your first mistake was relying on that piece of junk. Think of something happy or focus on a familiar enough scent that keeps you calm."

Sterek AU; The Pack never figured out how to get Derek back to his rightful age, so the now-teenager had to work on his control again and the one person he thought would never help ends up doing just that; helping him while everyone else is off doing their own thing on the night of the full moon.

stiles’ alternate names for derek

Stiles and Derek investigate their latest supernatural problem at the school together.

"What are you looking at?" Stiles scoffs, feeling himself blush under the werewolf’s intense stare. He knows he can’t hide the way it makes his heart skip a beat.

Derek only tilts his head to the side, a soft smile playing on his lips.

"You."

eeba-ism:

vaporware-femme:

HOLY FUCKING SHIT 

I ACTUALLY CANNOT BREATHE

i am so here for that what happened in vegas au. so. here. for it. could there please be more of that. omg sterek bickering and baiting each other and flirting and then the realization of all the feels and then all the feels sexxxxxxx. I'm here for it. so uhm yeah please. thank youuu
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"My client has advised me that he doesn’t want any of the money. He just wants a divorce."

The judge raises her eyebrows. “Is that right, Mr. Hale?” 

"Yes, your Honor," Derek says in a flat monotone. 

Stiles turns his head, trying to keep his jaw from hitting the floor. After all the months of scheming and plotting and fighting, Derek is going to just…let it all go? What’s gotten into him?

"I hereby grant the divorce and award all the monies to Mr. Stilinski." 

The gavel echoes in the courtroom, and they get up to leave stand, allowing the next case to be heard. Stiles catches Derek’s eye briefly and Derek just says, “You win, Stiles. I don’t want anything from you.” 

It cuts deeper than Stiles thought it would, and he watches Derek walk away, the cut of his suit disappearing around the corner.

So Stiles has the money, he’s got his hands full with starting his own furniture business and his dad is actually proud of his work for once, so why does it feel like he just lost everything?

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further derek hale: baby whisperer fic

llassah:

Because I was recently reminded of this post about Derek Hale having a calming effect on babies

There are five schedules pinned to the wall of his loft. One is feeding, one is changing, one is naptimes and bedtimes, one is the phases of the moon and the last is developmental milestones for the next eighteen years. Stiles came in like a whirlwind yesterday and stuck them all onto one of the bare brick walls. They’re highlighted, they have stars and stickers all over them and Derek is pretty sure one of them is written in code. “I mean, those are hieroglyphics, right?” he asks Emma. Emma just keeps gnawing at the collar of his Henley. “I feel like he’s trying to confuse me and patronize me at the same time,” he adds, shifting a little so she’s more secure on his hip. “I try and feed a baby steak once, and suddenly I’m a terrible parent.”

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Derek Hale has a calming effect on babies, and can stop them crying just by looking at them. Babies always stare at him wherever he goes. Sometimes he goes into coffee shops because he kind of likes the wave of silent fascinated babies that follow him as he orders his guilty pleasure coffee with four different syrups in it. If a baby gets near enough, they basically want to be as close to him as possible. He has no idea why.

llassah:

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drunktuesdaze:

Did you see that video of that baby who stopped crying whenever her parents played Beyonce?  I’m pmuch falling into spasms of lols picturing this being the case except Derek is every baby’s Beyonce.

Like, please imagine a situation where Scott’s baby is crying, like NORMAL CRYING, not that anything’s wrong, but it’s just kind of harder to deal with than Scott thought because of enhanced hearing.  He can’t really tune her out because hello, goes against every instinct, but also she’s not crying because anything’s wrong.  She’s just disgruntled about everything, but especially being put down.

Except Derek walks into a room, and her eyes snap to him and immediately calms down.  She super doesn’t care about being put down in her little chair as long as she’s facing Derek, and she just quietly stares at him.

CAN YOU EVEN IMAGINE THIS.  STILL LAUGHING.  STILES RECORDS DEREK ONE AFTERNOON FOR LIKE THREE HOURS.  DEREK ISN’T EVEN DOING ANYTHING, IS JUST COOKING AND WASHING DISHES AND SHIT BUT ALL SCOTT HAS TO DO IS PUT IT ON TV AND THE KID STOPS FUSSING AND STARES INTENTLY.

DEREK HALE INADVERTENTLY RUNNING AN INFANT DAYCARE DESPITE HAVING NO QUALIFICATIONS WHATSOEVER JUST CAUSE BABIES LIKE HIM.   DEREK GETTING A JOB IN THE NICU BECAUSE EVEN THOUGH THOSE BABIES ARE TOO LITTLE AND SICK TO FOCUS ON HIM, THEY’RE QUIETER AND SEEM TO THRIVE JUST A LITTLE BETTER WHEN HE’S IN THE ROOM.  HE JUST BRINGS A BOOK AND SITS IN THE ROCKING CHAIR. EVERY SO OFTEN HE GETS UP AND MAKES ROUNDS, SAYING A GRUFF HELLO TO EACH BABY.

DEREK HALE: EXACTLY HOW HE IS IN CANON EXCEPT SOMEHOW SENDING OUT POSITIVE VIBES TO ALL BABIES.

BUT WE DON’T KNOW THAT HE ISN’T LIKE A BABY MESMERIZER. WE JUST DON’T KNOW. UNTIL I AM SHOWN A BABY THAT STILL CRIES WHEN IT SEES DEREK THIS IS CANON. JUST LIKE THE SHERIFF’S FIRST NAME IS SHERIFF, SCOTT’S DAD’S FIRST NAME IS AGENT AND IT’S ALL A GIANT BAG OF NOMINATIVE DETERMINISM.

"HELLO BABY," DEREK SAYS QUIETLY AS STILES BOGGLES. THE BABY JUST STARES UP AT HIM, EVEN THOUGH DEREK HAS, LIKE, NO BABY TALK AT ALL. STILES CAME IN TO DEREK DESCRIBING THE FUCKING WEATHER TO ONE OF THE KIDS, AND YET THEY STILL COO, AND STARE, AND FIND HIS PRESENCE BIZARRELY COMFORTING. DEREK HALE KNOWS NOTHING ABOUT BABIES. STILES HAS TURNED INTO HIS FREAKING PA OR SOMETHING, BECAUSE HE’S THE ONE GOOGLING WHETHER IT’S OKAY TO FEED THEM STEAK, AND HOW TO PREVENT DIAPER RASH WHILE DEREK JUST EXISTS AROUND THEM AND OCCASIONALLY TELLS THEM INCREDIBLY OBVIOUS THINGS. “HELLO, YOU’RE SMALL,” DEREK SAYS SOLEMNLY TO ONE BABY, BENDING DOWN TO RUN A FINGER ALONG THE ARCH OF HIS FOOT. THE BABY LOOKS AT HIM LIKE HE’S JUST EXPLAINED STRING THEORY USING BELL PEPPERS.

"YOU’D BE NOTHING WITHOUT ME," STILES HISSES. "AND YEAH, THAT SOFT SPOT ON THEIR HEADS IS MEANT TO BE THERE."

DEREK SITS BACK DOWN AND STARTS WHITTLING AGAIN. THE BABIES LIE IN A CIRCLE SO THEY CAN ALL SEE HIM, AND STARE, TRANSFIXED.

omega werewolf babies.

Derek gets a reputation eventually. He has a youtube channel which is him reading instruction manuals out loud, sat in a rocking chair in front of a fire, which has had over a million hits. He’s pretty bemused by the whole thing. Then the Werewolf social services call him, and he’s a little twitchy at first because he thinks he got Scott to cosign Isaac’s college applications but he’s not completely sure, but it turns out it’s not because he’s gotten tangled up in werewolf bureaucracy again. It’s because there’s a baby born wolf who’s lost its pack, and they don’t know what to do. They’ve tried everything, and they’ve got five of their best case workers on it, but the cub won’t stop crying, and it’s getting closer to the full moon and it’s getting literally painful to be in hearing range of it.

Derek’s saying yes before he’s really thought about it, then sits down and stares at the table for a few minutes. The first few months after the fire, he and Laura were shunned by other werewolves. Their grief, the taboo of being born wolves without a family, Derek’s guilt and confusion— it was something that carried a scent and sound that made everybody edgy. For a cub to be going through that loss without an anchor is unthinkable. He’s still sitting there when Scott and Stiles come in, still having their eternal fire hydrant on ice skates debate (Stiles is for, Scott against). They’re at his side immediately, their hands on each of his shoulders.

"There’s— there’s a cub. In Oregon," he says, and they both immediately go into planning mode, and before he knows it they’re bundled into Stiles’s jeep, Stiles is trying to persuade Scott that the whole of Tusk is good road trip music and he’s not sure how he thought he was going to get to the cub but this is a better way.

They get there crumpled and tired, smelling of Stiles’s jeep and motel beds. Scott’s on edge as soon as they get in hearing range. Stiles picks up on their uneasiness, does all the talking as they get closer and closer to the desolate, exhausted sounding cries. Scott and Stiles wait in the corridor as the caseworker opens the door, shows him in, her eyes glowing yellow in her distress , nails making gouges in the doorframe.

He nods to her, closes the door behind him and looks at the cub. Her name’s Emma, and she doesn’t have a pack any more. She smells like grief and everything that’s wrong with the world, and he tastes ash at the back of his throat. She hasn’t seen him yet, changing forms as she thrashes on the mattress, leaving tears in the fabric, clouds of stuffing and feathers around her. “I, uh, I like your dress,” he says quietly. It used to have sunflowers on it, he thinks. He can see patches of bright, bright yellow. He comes to the edge of the mattress, sits down, taking deep breaths to keep himself under control. It’s unbearable. “I like yellow. It’s a good color. People— happy people wear it.”

She stills a little, the spaces between her form changes getting longer. “And your eyes go yellow too, when you get your little fangs and your claws. Maybe your mom wanted to match your dress to your eyes, huh?” It gets a little easier to breathe as the pitch of her cries becomes less urgent. He keeps talking to her, stretches his legs out on the mattress, his back to the wall. He doesn’t touch her yet, though, just lets her get used to his scent, the sounds he makes. When she’s quietened down to making hiccoughing sounds, eyes flashing as her body spasms, he puts his hand out and puts it on her foot.

"Hey you," he says, and can’t help smiling when she goes limp and stares at him with rapt, trusting eyes. It feels a little like he’s come through a storm. He can breathe again, without the crushing bands around his chest, his head. He brushes her hair back from her sweaty forehead, tickles her gums where her fangs drop, like his mom used to. "Stiles, Scott. She needs feeding and bathing, new clothes. Come in when you have them, but come in quietly, you hear?"

"Sure thing, buddy," Scott says, starts charming the caseworkers. He doesn’t want too many strange people in here yet. He picks her up, supporting her head, rests her on his crooked-up thighs and just looks at her. She’s filthy, a little dehydrated, and has no control yet. He’s not sure what the werewolf family services will do with her. He smiles as she grabs a handful of his sweater in her hand, starts mouthing at the fabric.

"You’ll be okay. Good cub," and yes, his conversation could do with some work, but she’s a baby. All he needs to do, really, is be in the same room. He’s already trying to work out if being terrible at paperwork is going to count against him in the adoption process. He can always nominate Scott and Stiles as responsible co-parents. Or something.

Two days later, they’re in an office. Scott and Stiles are sitting either side of him, and he feels a little bit like he’s walked into a double act. Three out of the five caseworkers are actually pinching the bridges of their noses. The other two have audibly sighed three times. He’s enjoying it, in a horrified sort of way. “Mr Hale, while we understand that the…situation in Beacon Hills has stabilized now, there is the matter of your personal life. There has been a certain pattern in your choice of partner,” and the woman breaks off there, all delicate pauses and inferences. Stiles leans forwards, a shit-eating grin on his face.

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