#dad stiles

[imagine-sterek]

Imagine after Eli’s bath time he gets the zoomies and runs around the house. And right before bed he gets them too. And Derek and stiles sit on the couch waiting for him to be done.

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Derek: Why are there little handprints on the walls?

Stiles (to baby Eli): Why are there little handprints on the walls?

Eli: Because I have little hands.

Stiles: Because he has little hands

[sterekmpreg]

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Cop dad, criminal son, Stilinski coded. Like I love stiles but that man is not being a cop. He’s far too obsessed and cares to little about the law.

And to everyone thinking that sheriff Stilinski would be disappointed?? NOO, y’all have it sooo wrong.

That man loves his criminal son. THATS his wife’s son. Do you understand, that’s all Claudia. And yes I understand that the sheriff would also commit unspeakable crimes to protect his son, that criminality comes from Claudia. Stilinski’s protect their own. He doesn’t love stiles in spite of his behaviours but because of them.

Some random person: Stiles broke into the station again

Sheriff, Literally bursting with pride: I know, he’s just so smart, he was probably just bored and wanted something to do

Like everyone is side eyeing them because stiles commits crimes for enrichment and the sheriff is just like “tell me everything about how you got away with it”

I could go on about how Claudia haunts the narrative after years of being dead and everything but that’s for another post

[petitprincess1]

Hell's Great Dad - Alastor and Lucifer being toddlers with Mimzy pizzazz at the end!

[jade-bright]

Stiles: I have a bad feeling about this, guys. Derek: Oh don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Laura: Yeah, what’s the worst that could happen? * Stiles, being bailed out of jail the next morning: I hate you both.

[headcanonthings]

Eli: Grampa! Can I have chocolate cookies? Sheriff: What’s the rule? Eli: No snacks before dinner… Sheriff: Wrong. Sheriff: That’s your parents' rule. My rule is you have to bring me some too.

[j2h5b5]

When Derek walked in to find Stiles handcuffed to a kitchen chair, he stopped in his tracks and just stared for a few moments. Stiles stared back, his expression defeated, his eyes showing the kind of exhaustion that's unique to someone who has spent a whole day chasing after two hyperactive six-year-old werewolf boys the night before a full moon. Derek felt a growl rising in his throat and fought it down. "Where are they?" he asked instead, keeping his tone carefully neutral.

Stiles sighed. "I would wager they're holed up in the playroom Mario-Karting their asses off since I grounded them from it for the day." He pointedly jingled the bracelet encircling his wrist, which was attached to one of the slats along the backrest of the chair. "Can you...?"

Derek scanned the kitchen and saw the key resting on the counter next to the microwave. He made quick work of unlocking his husband, who immediately began massaging his wrist as Derek leaned in to plant a somewhat distracted kiss on his lips. "Don't worry, I'll handle this," he said.

"Derek."

This had been a point of contention for them in recent weeks, as their adopted sons' behavior had escalated from minor mischief to potentially dangerous hijinks. It was a good sign, Stiles insisted, an indication that after almost seven months of being in their care, the boys were feeling comfortable enough to misbehave. Derek wholeheartedly disagreed, believing that laying down the law was not only important but necessary, lest they end up with uncontrollable twin monsters.

And that was easy enough for him, as the boys had a natural healthy respect for the Alpha, viewing him with undisguised awe and obeying his instructions at least seven times out of ten. (And the other three times, they regretted it but quick.) For Stiles, the average was one in ten, and usually the obedience was coincidental, not intentional. It was depressing him, and, more, it was putting undue stress on their relationship.

"I was handling it!" Stiles had protested one day two weeks ago, when Derek had walked in to see both boys jumping gleefully on their beautiful black leather sectional, blond curls bouncing chaotically as Stiles repeatedly (and unsuccessfully) grabbed for flailing appendages he could use to pull them back to solid ground.

"It didn't look good from where I was standing!" Derek protested. "You're way too easy on them, Stiles."

And true, all it took was one Alpha growl from Derek to snap them to attention, a command to "Get down NOW" and five minutes facing the wall in separate corners before they were sniffling and full of contrition and apologies. Stiles didn't want to be jealous of his husband's far superior child-wrangling abilities, but he was. And it was becoming quite a sore subject.

So now, at Stiles's one-word objection, Derek took a deep breath and a step back, gesturing for Stiles to lead the way to the playroom. He could just be backup, he figured, maybe flashing Alpha eyes at the adorable brats from behind Stiles’s shoulder. But Stiles stopped him from following by placing a hand on his chest. "They'll never take me seriously if you're always bad cop," he said.

It was important. To Stiles, to the boys. To their family. Derek raised his hands in surrender. "I'm here if you need me," he said, and Stiles leaned in for a real kiss before Derek headed back to the living room to perch on the couch and listen from afar.

And what he heard was truly impressive. Stiles was stern. He was authoritative. He confiscated the contraband video game. He doled out early bedtimes as a consequence. He explained in no uncertain terms why their behavior was unacceptable and what would happen if they didn't start following the rules. He didn't even raise his voice. The three of them emerged ten minutes later, one twin in Stiles's arms and the other clinging to his shirttail, both of them looking sufficiently chastised.

Derek raised a questioning eyebrow at Stiles, who was clearly trying to suppress a smirk. "We're all good now," he reassured, knowing full well that Derek had listened to most of the exchange. "But Oliver has a question for you."

The twin at Stiles's side looked at Derek with wide blue eyes and said, "Why do you have handcuffs in the drawer next to your bed?"

[sterekloverforever]

Whenever Derek (true alpha always) goes to different packs for pack business (gathering information, building connections, or checking in), he always takes Stiles for many reasons.

Who cares the most? Stiles

Who can be surprisingly diplomatic? Stiles

Who does all the talking? Stiles

Who is bossy? Stiles

Who gets shit done? Stiles

Who supports Derek? Stiles

Stiles cares so much, that he feels the need to always go with Derek (for alone time 😏 or because he doesn’t trust Derek to share all the information to the pack).

Derek shows his support to Stiles, listens carefully to everything said, will add comments when necessary, watch Stiles with wonder and love in his eyes. Derek wants Stiles to go because his beautiful mate and him work so cohesively together. Where one lacks the other excels. Like yin and yang.

The poor puppies mope without their pack mom and pack dad there to care for them but they do enjoy some peace and quiet from time to time.

[lunar-eclipse-tales]

I just picture Derek bringing Eli random things when he was a baby and Stiles finding them and going wtf?!

Stiles: Hey babe? Why is there an animal skull in Eli’s crib?

Stiles: Eli, where did you get that antler?

Stiles: *holds deer femur bone he found in Eli’s toy box staring in confusion*

Derek: *blushing and staring at his book he’s reading trying to not meet Stiles’ eyes cause he’s embarrassed*

Stiles: Wtf, Derek, stop bringing Eli body parts to play with!

Peter: *walks in holding something in his hand* Nephew, I found this raccoon skull this morning for little Eli.

Peter: *looks up seeing Derek and Stiles staring at him* Bad time?

Stiles: *throws his hands up and walks out of the room* Fucking werewolves!

[178owintersball]

there’s no heterosexual explanation for making Derek’s son a mini stiles. and I’m not even gonna get started on the implications of the jeep

[imagine-sterek]

Saw this video of a little girl getting chased by a coyote and thought this would be Eli running to stiles while Malia is chasing him in full shift. Derek would be inside laughing.

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(lol the little girl was calm when alerting her dad)

That's just how Aunty Malia plays with Eli.

Stiles freaked out the first time, until he realised it was Malia.

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Imagine Eli gets in trouble at school and is waiting - terrified - in the principal’s office for his dad. But his dad isn’t the one who walks through the door: Stiles is.

Stiles looks like he’s ready to intereogate Eli, but calmly asks him to tell him what happened. Eli starts telling him and every time the teacher who brought him in tries to interrupt, Stiles cuts the teacher off and tells Eli to continue.

“He kept hitting the kid, so I—”

“You hit him,” the teacher interjects.

Before Eli can object, Stiles says, “That’s a leading question.”

“What are you, a lawyer?” the teacher scoffs.

“No,” Stiles replies, watching for a second as the teacher’s face twists with a smug smile that Stiles can’t wait to wipe off his face. “I’m an FBI special agent.”

There it is. The smile is wiped clean off the teacher’s face.

[sterekmpreg]

Eli: *on the phone* Hey Dads, do you know my blood type?

Stiles: of course!

Derek: it's B-

Eli: Oh, I guessed wrong. Excuse me, nurse-!

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Erica and Issac after stumbling upon two bodies in the woods:

Erica: sweet, we’re lucky

Issac: in what way?

Erica: Stiles birthday is next week, and I was having a hard time getting him a gift.

Issac: So you’re going to get him two dead bodies??

Erica: Oh please, he loves to solve mysteries.

Issac: …

Issac: Can we say one is from me?”

Dialogue is roughly from Dark Currents by Lindsay Broker’s.

[sharksandsquirrelsandsnakes-ohmy]

I have this perfect mental image of Stiles carrying Eli into daycare in a crumpled suit with spit-up on the jacket. And when they ask Stiles for his ID so they can make a copy for the file (because he's one of Eli’s approved pick-up people, obviously) and he didn't bring in his driver's license because trying to get a 6 month old out of the house, into the car, and then out of the car on a time limit is hard, okay? So he pulls out his fucking FBI badge since it's technically a government issued ID and the poor worker having to call the manager to make sure that's a valid for of ID.