#dad stiles stilinski

[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

[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]

Stiles: Derek… Why is our son wearing a werewolf mask?

Derek: It’s his Halloween costume…

Stiles: And what is he supposed to be exactly? Offensive to the pac-

Toddler Eli: IM DADDY! AHHHHHHH!

Stiles: *Sips coffee with dead look in his eyes.*

[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]

Based on an interview where Hugh Jackman’s son tells his friends he brings over that his dad isn’t anything like Wolverine.

Imagine other werewolf kids meeting Eli and they’re so impressed that Derek is his dad. Like “Your dad is THE DEREK HALE” and and Eli rolls his eyes like “my dads not cool, he’s not tuff, he’s actually a huge dork” and when he meets people from the FBI they ask him if Eli is impressed with Stiles and his work Eli is like “no. Why should I be? He makes me kill the spiders in the house. He can go on life threatening missions, but he still gets scared watching horror movie, yeah big hero you got there.” and Eli goes around calling stiles boss big brother and he gets so annoying, but he’s not gonna have beef with a 15 year old kid. And everyone just tell stiles, “your son is kind of scary” and stiles laughs and says he’s a teenager.

"You dads have taken down several crime rings, mass murderers, and saved countless lives, and you're not impressed?"

"They fight over which Star Wars movie to watch on Friday nights, so... no."

[livingdeadvoid]

Liam: My mom told me to follow my dreams.

Scott: So you followed Theo around?

Stiles: I MEANT LIKE A CAREER OR SOMETHING

Theo: I don't know whether I should focus on the fact that I'm Liam's dream or the fact he called Stiles mom.

Mason: Probably the first one.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hellooo! Love the blog,long time fan. I have been looking at this fic for ages, it was sterek and someone was deaged by a witch.at the end she is like a grandma sorts of thing and Isaac decides to be a kid l,being Derek and stiles their parents

Hi @sourwolfiehale! @hedwig221b says it's this one.

Of Puppy Piles and Sugar Dreams by StarShineForMe

(16/16 I 37,728 I Mature I Sterek)

In which Isaac and Scott get de-aged, the pack must learn to bond and protect their own, and Derek ("Dewek!") and Stiles ("Sti-ewes!") are mates...even if it takes them forever and two toddlers to realize it.  

“Oh, God.” Stiles buries his face in his hands, water dripping down his wrists.

“What? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Derek whips out a towel, wrapping it around Stiles’ forearms, pulling them away from Stiles’ body so he can look them over.

“I’m fine,” Stiles says, a little blankly. Erica and Boyd have set Issac and Scott back onto the floor, tickling them both into fits of giggles. He huffs out a noise that’s not quite a whimper, not quite a laugh. “Just wondering when the hell I ended up in my very own episode of ‘Teen Mom’.”

[writerjayne]

Stiles almost missed the door being open. 

It had been a crazy day, and even though he was home there were emails to send, paperwork to file, calls to make. He was heading back from the kitchen to his office, work on his mind, coffee in one hand and his laptop in the other when he realized. Stiles paused and looked back trying to figure out what had caught his attention.

Rain. He could hear the rain. Much louder than he should have been able to inside the house. Confused Stiles headed towards the noise and there it was. 

The door out to the garage was open. Confused Stiles stuck his head out to see if maybe Derek was out here. Instead Stiles found the garage door up, with Eli sitting on a little camping chair between the Jeep and the Camero, watching the rain pour. The littlest werewolf was more still than Stiles had ever seen him and silently Stiles watched Eli watch the rain. 

Stiles looked down at his laptop and decided work could wait. He quietly set it down before strolling out to stand next to Eli.

"Mind if I join you?" Stiles asked quietly 

Eli looked up at him briefly to smile before looking back at the rain. Taking that as a yes, Stiles pulled out one of the adult camping chairs and set it up next to Eli's. 

Father and son sat watching the rain, uninterrupted and unbothered. Stiles sipped his coffee, occasionally glancing at Eli, who remained mesmerized by the rain. This was how Derek found them an hour later, both still quietly watching the rain. He couldn't help snapping a picture before he came into the garage to join them. 

"Having a rain-watching party, and no one invited me?" Derek teased lightly, running a hand through Eli's hair before leaning down to kiss Stiles. "I thought you had work to finish." 

"Work can wait," Stiles smiled softly, his eyes falling to Eli again. "I'm watching the rain with our boy." 

"Can't argue with that," Derek stood with his arm around Stiles shoulders, enjoying the warmth and content that was filling the garage, radiating off his little family. 

Stiles was right. Life could wait.

Inspiration:

[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.

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Little Handprints

There are little handprints on the walls. Eli has little hands. Case solved.

Based on the incorrect quote

Read it on AO3, here

Stiles leant against the kitchen counter, dragging his hand down his face as he let out a heavy sigh. A heavy case load and late nights were starting to wear him thin. And even when he wasn’t working late, his mind ran rampant, making sleep near impossible.

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to wake himself more.

The sound of plastic clattering caught his attention. Stiles turned to look where Eli sat in his booster seat at the table. The food tray on his seat was splattered with toast and jam.

“You okay there, Trouble?” Stiles asked.

Eli giggled as he snatched up one of the pieces of jam-covered toast that he had knocked over and took a bite out of it.

“Yeah,” he chirped through a mouthful of mushed toast.

The nickname that had come from Eli’s comedic timing; Stiles’ dad said something about trouble following wherever Stiles and Derek go, and Eli toddled in after them at that moment, prompting the

Sheriff to say, “And here’s trouble!”

The name stuck. And it proved to be fitting on several occasions.

Stiles slid the coffee pot from the percolator and poured the dark liquid into his mug, heaping in spoonfuls of sugar before walking around the corner of the bench and into the dining room.

“Yummy?” Stiles asked as he walked over to the table and sat down next to Eli’s booster seat.

“Yummy,” Eli replied around another mouthful.

Stiles gave him a soft smile before resting his elbows on the table and letting his heady fall, heavy, into his hands.

“You okay?” Eli asked, his sweet voice coiled with worry.

“I’m okay, bud,” Stiles replied, unable to lift his head. “Just tired.”

He felt something tap his cheek. He lifted his head and turned to see what was poking him.

Eli held out a half-eaten piece of toast for him.

Stiles couldn’t help but smile.

“Thanks, bud,” he said softly, taking the piece of toast offered to him. He ate the toast, dusting the crumbs off his hand before laying his head back in his hands and watching his son eat his breakfast.

He let his mind drift, the world blurring into swirls of colour and movement. His eyes grew heavy as the seductive embrace of sleep crept into the back of his mind. His heavy eyes drifted shut and he sank into the darkness.

“Stiles?” Derek called from the hallway, starling Stiles.

“Hmm?” Stiles hummed questioningly—the most he could muster up.

“Why are there little handprints on the walls?” Derek asked, peering around the open doorframe of the dining room.

Stiles blinked a few times, his mind rattling through the mess of thoughts for an answer. He lifted his head slightly and turned to look at Eli in his high chair.

“Why are there little handprints on the walls?” he whispered.

“Because I have little hands,” Eli answered, holding up his jam-and-crumb-covered hands to show him.

Stiles turned his head to look at Derek.

“Because he has little hands,” he repeated.

Derek let out a soft chuckle, turning back towards the hallway to hide his smile.

It took a moment for Stiles’ brain to catch up with what he said, realisation stirring him enough for him to sit up and drag his hand down his face.

“What is it this time?”

“Markers,” Derek answered. “Thankfully, it’s the washable ones that Lydia got him.”

“I’ll clean it,” he volunteered, pushing back his chair as he tried to summon what little energy he had left.

“No,” Derek said softly. “Trouble and I will clean it after we finish breakfast.”

“I’m Trouble!” Eli said excitedly, perking up at his nickname.

Stiles and Derek couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes, you are,” Stiles said softly, smiling lovingly as he reached out and gently tousled Eli’s hair.

[sterekmpreg]

I 100% believe (just know) that when Coach saw Stiles with Derek during parent-teacher conferences for Eli he just looks Stiles dead in the eyes like, “Bilinski? What the hell.... Who's parent are you?” before checking the schedule and just going, “yeahhhhh... This checks out.”

[blue-hedgehog]

Autism = wolf

ADHD = Fox

AuADHD = Eli Hale (-Stilinski)

[shona22]

With the ass pull of the writing we got from tw, it always surprised me how dedicated TH was with Derek's character growth. Because I came across the clip again, the one where Derek is explaining to the sheriff how he hasn't transformed infront of Eli after that incident in his childhood, how absolutely broken he sounds, and lets others see him in that state?

Fatherhood had changed him, sure. But you know what else had? His anchor shifting from being anger to Stiles. That jeep, along with the sheriff, being the closest connection to Stiles he can get...Jesus Christ. TH really tried everything to give us just an inch of catharsis, a sense of closure.

[j2h5b5]

Oh hey. Another side quest into a world of married Sterek where Stiles’ little sister is Derek’s beta and how delightfully messy that could get. Because my last little snippet didn’t scratch the itch. Like? I got more a’brewin.

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"Stiles, let me handle it."

"Don't pull rank on me, Derek."

Derek scoffed. "This isn't about hierarchy. This is about you being furious right now and me being calm. Well, relatively," he amended when Stiles raised an eyebrow at him. "And I promise you that coming down hard is not the best way to get through to your hard-headed sister."

"I'm not not looking to get through to her. I'm planning to kill her."

"See, now that's my point. I can't let you kill one of my betas, baby."

"She was my sister before she was your beta."

"Stiles. Look at me." Derek placed both hands firmly on his husband's shoulders, angling his head down so Stiles couldn't avoid meeting his gaze. "When she walks in that door, she's going to expect a confrontation. And if you give her one, you'll be playing right into her manipulative little hands." His lips curled into a little smile when he saw that Stiles was actually considering his words. "I've got this, okay? This is not my first time dealing with a rogue teenager. I managed to wrangle you and Scott into line, and THAT was no small feat."

"You didn't wrangle us," Stiles objected. "The way I remember it, you were involved in most of the stupid stunts we pulled." He sighed. "But fine. You want to handle it, you handle it. But save the killing for me."

Derek answered that with a kiss, then gently urged Stiles backward until the backs of his knees met the couch and he flopped gracelessly into a sitting position.

That was the moment the door opened and the Stilinski of the hour walked in. Derek took several beats to pin Stiles to the couch with his eyes, reminding him silently of their agreement, before turning around to face his problem beta.

"Before you start yelling..." she began, both hands extended outward toward her two guardians. "I can explain."

Derek folded his arms across his broad chest and gave her a look. "No one's going to yell," he said, squeezing Stiles's shoulder slightly. "We would love to hear your explanation."

She looked between Derek and Stiles with open confusion that melted into suspicion. "Oh-kaaay."

Faced with this curveball, she didn't seem to know how to proceed. Her mouth opened and closed a few times as she stood there lost for words. So Derek decided to help her along. "Let me get you started because I'm very curious. Was your mission successful? Did you manage to steal the book and get out of the Alpha Pack den without getting caught? I mean, you must have, seeing as how you're standing here and not, you know, dead. So I'm assuming you were at least partially successful."

"I ... Scott..."

"Oh, that's right!" Derek clapped his hands and nudged Stiles, who was just as weirded out by this uncharacteristic display as his sister seemed to be. "I'd almost forgotten. We heard about Scott and Isaac showing up in the nick of time, just when you were about to be skewered to bits. They did mention that they lost track of you while they were fighting off the Alphas. Don't worry, though, they didn't get hurt too badly. Luckily Scott was there to help Isaac or things could have gone sideways." He let his words linger in the air, watching the color drain from her face as she pictured her Pack brothers hurt and bleeding. "But what matters is that you got the book. Let's see." He took a step across the room toward her, and she matched it with a step backward, not meeting her Alpha's gaze.

"Um, no. I didn't, um."

"Didn't what?" Derek pressed, deceptively gentle.

"I didn't get the book, I... somehow they knew what I was doing there and..."

"Ah, I see," Derek's eyes glittered, the faux jovial tone he'd been using up until now transforming into something darker, sharper. "So somehow, an entire pack of powerful, pissed-off Alphas who know full well that you're one of ours didn't get outsmarted by a fifteen-year-old? And they turned the tables on you? Who could possibly have seen that coming?"

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and looked down, suddenly finding her shoes very interesting.

"Scott and Isaac are okay though," she said in a small, husky voice. "They called you after, so they must be okay...right?"

"No thanks to you." Stiles' voice, cold as ice, cut through the silence Derek had been letting build up.

Her eyes snapped up to meet her brother's, tears liquefying her vision almost instantly when she saw the anger, hurt, and disappointment there. "I didn't mean for them to get involved," she tried, and it was a weak argument and she knew it. "They weren't supposed to..."

"What? They weren't supposed to save your ass? They weren't supposed to put their own lives on the line to protect their Pack sister just because she made a series of FUCKING RECKLESS decisions that could have gotten everyone killed?"

"Stiles..."

"You're not the only one your actions affect, not ever, but especially not anymore. I mean, I get that you don't give a shit about me; that's been clear for years, you've been risking your damn life at every turn since Dad died and I've never been able to stop you. But now? Now there are so many more people WHO I LOVE who will lay down their lives for you without a moment's hesitation, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let you exploit that because you're too selfish and stupid to think about anyone but yourself. Now get the fuck to your room. I can't even look at you right now."

Somehow she managed to make it to her bedroom before the sob broke from her, but Derek didn't need to have werewolf powers to hear it.

"Stiles..." he started, sitting next to his husband and reaching for him, but Stiles jerked back out of his grasp.

"If you're going to tell me I was too hard on her I don't want to hear it."

Derek nodded. "That's not for me to say. But I am going to go talk to her privately, and while I do that I'd like for you to go take a long hot shower. Okay? It always calms you down, and then you and I can talk when you're feeling better."

Stiles pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes as he tried to soothe the oncoming headache. "Are you going to punish her?" he asked. "I know I'm usually kind of opinionated about the whole Alpha-Beta discipline thing, but right now..."

Derek paused, considering. "I'm pretty sure she's doing a good job of that herself, at least for tonight." He leaned over and kissed Stiles softly, catching his lip between his teeth in a gentle, playful nip to show he wasn't upset with him. Although if anyone else spoke to one of his betas that way...

"Shower," he reminded, standing up and heading toward the stairs. "I'll be back soon."