Author: Valar Morghulis

wolfpackbliss:

Who’s that little guy?

(tags by captain-snark)

#no but #stiles on a really bad date with some guy #and he’s totally distracted by the cutie pie in the high chair behind said date #and he spends most of the evening making faces at the baby #and of course single dad derek would be watching this stranger acting like an idiot to entertain his child #esp if child is usually quite shy #and just seems to be in love with stiles #smiling and flirty faced #and probably eventually stiles’ date would leave #and he and derek would strike up a convo #and then theyd fall in love and stiles would adopt derek’s kid #the end

exhuastedpigeon:

“Could you at least pretend enjoy yourself, there are a lot of big packs here that we should try to impress,” Derek muttered to Stiles as they sat through the third, no fourth, speaker of the morning at the U.S. Supernatural Convention. 

“You said I had to show up, I even put on a button down for you, but you never said anything about enjoying myself,” Stiles show back, “We’re in New York, there are so many cool bookshops I could be checking out.”

“I’ll buy you any books you want after the event today,” Derek whispered, eyes on Stiles. 

“Fine,” Stiles said, sitting up a little straighter, “But I still don’t see why Boyd couldn’t have come with you.”

“You’re my emissary and mate,” Derek said, “I need you here help with treaties and to keep the single wolves away from me.”

“You just want me here for my body,” Stiles said with a smirk, ignoring the looks from people around them, “I get it.”

“Shut up Stiles,” Derek whispered, his ears burning red. He saw Satomi give him an amused look and he started to wonder if he was crazy for thinking Stiles could behave through the three day convention. It was only the first day after all. 

“Promise me some mind blowing hotel sex tonight and I’ll be the model emissary,” Stiles whispered right into Derek’s ear, sending chills down his spine. He was in for an interesting week.