That feeling when a fandom got you on a chokehold so bad that you started being active on tumblr again, resurfacing to the streets of tumblr like that one character that everyone thought was dead.

“Stiles, wait. Don’t leave. Just let me—Stiles, please don’t leave.”

“What, you want to explain?” Stiles laughs mirthlessly, grabbing the duffel bag and heading for the door. He isn’t even bothering with shoes, just wearing his underwear, on his way to angrily storming out of Derek’s life. “You don’t get to explain, okay, I get it. This wasn’t ever— anything, how could I have been so blind. The secretive phone calls, the late nights from work, you think I’m stupid, Derek?" 

"No, no I don’t,” Derek says helplessly. His world is crumbling down around him, and it’s like his mind isn’t even working right now, all he can see is Stiles walking over the threshold of their shitty apartment that they share together, betrayal and hurt written all over his face. 

“A fucking second checking account, Derek, you asshole, with payments going out every month, no, I don’t think you can explain that away with ‘just trust me,’ anymore, can you, when we can’t even get our hot water fixed and you’re spending thousands and thousands on God-knows-what,” Stiles hisses vehemently. “And you can’t tell me what it is? I thought I was—” Stiles takes a deep breath, knuckles turning white from how hard he’s clutching the bag. “I thought I was everything to you,” he says in a small voice. 

Derek can’t even say anything, it would ruin everything— but how does that matter now, when Stiles says bitterly, “I guess I thought wrong,” and slams the door, footsteps echoing down the hallway. 

Fuck everything.

Derek jolts back to life somehow, darting to the bedroom, heaving the heavy frame aside. He feels along the cracks in the floor, popping the compartment open and grabbing the paperwork and the tiny blue velvet box, and rushes for the door. 

Stiles is halfway down the street, a sad sight in his boxer briefs, holding his duffel bag defiantly and cursing at some laughing onlookers. Derek runs like his life depends on it, concrete cold beneath his bare feet. He catches up to Stiles just as a taxi cab pulls up, and he’s heaving, catching his breath.

Stiles turns around and gives him a cold look. “No, whatever you’re going to say—” 

"Stiles, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, it was going to be a surprise,” Derek says lamely, shoving the deed into Stiles’ hands, the small box quivering as it slides down the stack of papers. “Please don’t leave me,” Derek says.

"What the fuck is this?” Stiles says, flipping through the papers— contracts, reports— the deed. His eyes go wide when he sees the picture of one of the progress reports from the contractor— the farmhouse standing tall, bright red paint contrasting the green glade behind it. His voice wobbles when he repeats, “What is this?” but gone is the angry tone, it’s just disbelief now. “Derek, this is the house—”

“The house you told me about years ago, the one you said on our third date would be your dream house, I— I bought it, and I’ve been fixing it up the way you always told me you wanted it,” Derek stammers. Stiles’ fingers hesitate on the lid of the box. “I was going to—" 

Stiles opens the box and there’s a gleaming ring inside. “Oh my God,” he says. 

"You two gonna get in the cab or what?” the driver snaps. 

“Go away, I’m trying to get proposed to here!” Stiles yells back at him, and the driver huffs and takes off. 

“So is that a—” Derek starts. 

“Yes, you idiot, yes!” Stiles flings his arms around Derek, hopping up in his excitement, legs wrapping around his waist and Derek swings him around a little giddily. “I can’t believe you let me think the worst of you,” he says, kissing Derek soundly on the mouth.

“This wasn’t how the proposal was supposed to go,” Derek says when they break for air. 

Stiles laughs brightly. “Tell me all about it, you romantic sap. You can even do it again, if you like. I’ll pretend to be surprised.”

Derek grins. “Well, there were going to be rosepetals all over the floor of the new house…” 

I was thinking about things cause I saw a Supernatural edit, and my ADHD brain followed the thought train to Teen Wolf as it often does, and I have thoughts.

As much as I LOVE Stiles raising a baby/having a baby/ finding a baby and being naturally good at it while Derek is out of his depth when you break it down, it makes no sense.

Stiles and Scott? As only children and BOYS when did they ever have a chance to look after children? (While I think boys are perfectly capable of caring for children parents tend to favor girls in child care so like when would they have even had an opportunity?)

DEREK, on the other hand....

A) he has a younger sister with a fairly significant age gap. B) he had a pack that canonically is referenced as to having children, and with family/pack dynamics, it would not be a stretch that Derek has at least SOME experience with children, especially since it's implied Cora is closer in age to Stiles and co whereas Derek is in his early 20s in season one. (Obviously, we all know what a mess the Teen Wolf timeline is, but for the sake of this post early 20s)

Derek's not good with teenagers... As we know... *insert every early interaction with Stiles and Scott ever* But kids and babies? No problem Think about how he is with everyone in the show but then how he was with those little trick-or-treaters. He scared them sure but he also gave them candy, when he could have just as easily ignored them.

I just feel like if you gave him a baby, he would just be like: "I'm a father now, yes I need the most expensive diapers possible!"

Which after having this conversation with my roomie, I realized would make magical Nemeton baby Eli (My favorite explanation) make SO much sense. Found a clearly werewolf baby in the woods? Guess he's a dad now.

Now don't get me wrong, I do think Stiles would pick up very quickly on taking care of a baby, he's very empathetic and cares very deeply, but initially, I think he wouldn't have a clue what he was doing. He would love the baby and WANT to take good care of the baby but wouldn't really know what he was doing. And babies, especially younger babies can be overwhelming.

So what I'm saying is I need a fic where Stiles finds a baby, has no clue what he's doing and Derek is like: "No that's not how you hold a baby/change a diaper/ hold a bottle" and Stiles falls in love so I'm going to write one

Thanks for coming to my ted talk

@writerjayne, I'm sorry this took so long, but as promised, here is the list of my favorite fics in which Derek possesses some grade-A childcare skills. I tried to keep as on theme as possible with Derek having the better childcare skills between him and Stiles (or anyone else for that matter), or where he at least has better skills than anyone expects him to, but I may have deviated just a little bit. I also tried to avoid any non-canon AUs just in case that isn't your thing. Hope you enjoy!

The Evolution of the Egg Baby Assignment by minusoneday (G | 1/1 | 2,941)

At the end of the period, Mr. Wilson hands out the babies and lets the students get into their pairs to discuss their caretaking plans.

“Okay,” Stiles says, once he settles into the desk beside Lydia. “So, I was thinking - ”

“I’m going to stop you right there,” Lydia says. “Children are not in my ten-year-plan. Children are not in my twenty-year-plan. Therefore, we’re going to structure this assignment as if I’m the successful math genius I fully intend to be, which means I’ll be out of the country at a math conference for the duration of this baby thing. Have fun raising our child.”

David Hale, Matchmaker by Menacherie (NR | 1/1 | 3,222)

Chris doesn’t know about the baby. In fact, Laura doesn’t even know until they’re safe in New York with their normal and safe aunt and uncle. Laura doesn’t tell him either. (It’s not until years later, when Derek sees David’s blue eyes staring back at him through Chris Argent, that he has an inkling of who the father is.)

Derek doesn’t say anything, but it’s ironic that Kate Argent burns down the house of her own unborn nephew.

You And Me (Baby Makes Three) by clotpolesonly (G | 1/1 | 5,493)

Pulling out his phone, Stiles said, “I’m sure dad’ll be thrilled to be woken up at two in the morning for an off the books amber alert, but he’ll suck it up.”

He’d only taken a few steps away before Derek said his name. Stiles turned back to see one of those little grabbing hands reaching out for him. Her eyes were brown, apparently, when they weren’t glowing, and they were wide and wet and looking up at him beseechingly from Derek’s arms, and Stiles couldn’t walk away from that.

“Oh, jeez.”

He was so screwed.

The One Where They Adopt a Selkie by mikkiemouse (T | 1/1 | 7,737)

"That's a kid," Stiles said.

Derek growled. "It's a selkie."

"It's a selkie kid," Stiles pointed out, because really, they did not need to be arguing semantics right now. "Do selkies just go around leaving their kids sleeping in caves on the beach?"

Christmas Kisses by HappyJuicyFruit (G | 1/1 | 8,621)

After ten years away, Derek returns home to find a very different Beacon Hills than the one he left.  He decides it’s much, much better this way. 

Derek, Did You Steal That Baby? by SylvieW (M | 1/1 | 10,119)

When Derek suddenly shows up with a baby, everyone is suspicious. Except for Stiles. He doesn’t care where the baby came from, he just wants to play with her and explore the new side of Derek she brings out.

god was a dog-man by spqr (T | 1/1 | 12,810)

“Do you have a secret teenage son?” Stiles demands, as soon as Derek opens the door.

Five Days and a New Moon by LadyDrace (T | 1/1 | 13,614)

Stiles gets a visit from himself from a parallel universe. In which he was born a girl. And had a kid. Which he's now stuck taking care of for a few days.

Great.

Oddly, though, Derek seems totally happy babysitting.

Or:

A story where things are both more joyous and more sad than anyone really expected with a such a cute baby involved.

omnis cellula e cellula by twnkwlf (E | 3/3 | 15,302)

“You put the diaper on backwards,” Derek says.

What to expect when you aren't expecting by MemeKon (T | 1/1 | 16,921)

The baby's wailing is piercing, Stiles doesn't know how Derek can stand it. He tries shushing her and cooing at her and bouncing her a little, but the crying only gets louder, and in addition to hurting his ears, it's hurting his soul.

“Stiles,” Derek interrupts him mid-croon, eyebrows meeting over the bridge of his nose, “have you fed her since you found her?”

Stiles gapes and looks down at the baby's distressed face as she bawls.

Blood and Bonds by ProofOfConcept, wilddragonflying (NR | 1/1 | 20,595)

Stiles wants to lose his virginity, so Derek sets him up with a nice female werewolf at a pack mixer. Nine months later, the pack gets a rather stark reminder, and with it comes realizations, feeeeelings, and danger.

How Derek Met His Smallest Fan by purpleduvet (maga_nw) (M | 2/2 | 37,273)

Derek is standing in the fruits and vegetables aisle, trying to decide between two very nice looking watermelons, when someone small crashes into his legs.

or

Derek comes back to Beacon Hills after years of being gone and meets Stiles and his kid at the supermarket.

The Accidental Hale Brood by Julibean19 (M | 1/1 | 42,370 )

“I know, I just…” Derek trailed off, rubbing his forehead with both hands, frustrated that the right words weren’t coming to him.

“What?” Stiles asked honestly, pulling on one of Derek’s wrists until he could see his expression again.

Derek’s heart pounded in his chest so loud he figured even Stiles could hear it. He inhaled deeply and let the air out slowly through his nose, trying to keep his voice even. “When we take them places, and spend time with them, and make them smile… it feels like…”

“It feels like they’re yours,” Stiles finished for him, licking his lips before snagging the bottom one between his teeth.

“No,” Derek said, taking Stiles by surprise. “It feels like they’re ours.”

“Oh,” Stiles said simply, mouth still slightly open while he contemplated Derek’s words.

Or, the one in which Stiles and Derek have been BCPD partners for years when they are assigned Halloween duty and run into a couple of kids from the orphanage. One fake marriage and two real adoptions later, they somehow become a family.

The More That I Know You (the more I want to) by LadySlytherin (M | 1/1 | 43,656)

When death, in the form of hunters, comes for a family of Kelpies seeking refuge in the Preserve - in Hale territory - the Hale Pack is too late to save them. Before he dies, the male Kelpie presses a precious bundle into Stiles’ arms and begs the Emissary to take responsibility for it, which an initially reluctant Stiles does. When he agreed, Stiles had no idea what the sight of him with a baby would do to his esteemed Alpha, Derek. If he’d known, he might not have been so reluctant to agree.

I Know Where Babies Come From, Derek by DiscontentedWinter (M | 15/15 | 51,937)

Stiles finds a baby on the porch.

It looks exactly like him.

Well, this is awkward.

I also want to give a huge shout out to my main sterek fic finders and reccomeders without whom I would not have read most of these: @wheredidhiseyebrowsgo, @justanothersterekficgirl, @sourmiguel, and @christinesficrecs. I can't express my gratitude enough for the work you all do. If you're a sterek fan and a fic reader, please check out these blogs. You will be so happy that you did.

you know they were totally just hookin up.

Stiles! (Derek) (Everyone: I II III)

Tis The Season

“It’s a crime, Scott, I’m telling you!”

Even through the bank of lockers, Jackson could hear Scott’s sigh. There was a clunk, too, which was probably Scott letting his head fall back against his locker in dismay.

“You have your own hoodies,” Scott said. “I don’t get why you can’t just wear your own.”

“It’s not the same,” Stiles insisted. “You can’t tell me that you don’t like having stuff that smells like Kira around. You sniff her all the time! You would wear her hoodies in a heartbeat if they fit you!”

Jackson snorted into his own locker. Danny, with his human ears and his general disinterest in eavesdropping on other people’s conversations, gave him a weird look, which Jackson ignored.

“I’m just saying,” Stiles went on, undeterred. “It’s prime hoodie-stealing season, and I have no one to steal hoodies from. It’s not fair.”

“Woe is you,” Scott intoned.

He led the way out of the locker room, Stiles following in his wake, lamenting that woe was, in fact, him. Jackson didn’t realize he was watching them go, only halfway into his shirt, until Danny started laughing. He hurriedly pulled the shirt the rest of the way on and scowled at him.

“Don’t give me that look,” Danny said. “I’m not the one with a crush he refuses to do anything about.”

Jackson considered denying it. But that hadn’t gotten him anywhere in the past, so what was the point? Instead, he snatched the rest of his stuff out of his locker and said, mulishly, “I could do something about it if I really wanted to.”

Danny just laughed again, like the asshole he was. He patted Jackson on the shoulder. “And to think,” he said with a sigh of feigned wistfulness, “it could be your hoodie he was stealing.”

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Some of you may remember me posting a while back about someone on writer Twitter being all “NO ONE ACTUALLY TAKES A SHAKY BREATH ITS NOT REAL.” Well, a new version of that dropped in the form of “no one bites the skin off their lips until it bleeds why do people write characters doing this,” and my autistic anxious ass who must put on lip balm about 60 times a day to stop myself from biting my lips raw was like 😒😒😒

They also like to say how noone ever toes off their shoes but I have been since I was a child. It's like you put your big toe and several other toes on the back of your shoes its the most convenient way. I'm not bending over to remove my fucking shoes. Also, People dead ass to breathe in shaky manners. But it isn't in a necessarily always in a straight forward manner. When someone breathes in but its painful so they kind of pause for tiny moments because it hurts that bad, and its is burdensome that's a shaky breath. When their breath is raspy and comes in weird vibrating their rib cage more than normal because their filled with mucus that's also a shaky breath. When they're beyond out of breath because they ran their absolute limit and they are taking in massive heaves followed by tiny gasps that can be a shaky breath. Not all actions have a perfect descriptor and more importantly, writing them all down long form can junk up your writing with about a million words that make it take longer when what you need is something close enough that given context the reader understands the image. people who phrase police are so unhelpful to writers.

I'm also in the 'toes off my shoes' and 'bites the skin off my lips' club. These are things real people do. There's a reason they're common tropes.

"Are you okay" NO. THERE ARE LITTLE FICTIONAL BITCHES IN MY HEAD. AND THEY'RE KISSING.

Sometimes I forget that Teen Wolf is an actual show and not a bunch of different AUs about a cute bisexual boy with adhd and a hot badass gay/bi who is actually a softie.

That’s it, that’s the show.

You’d Be So Good To Come Home To by SylvieW

Teen | 5k | 1/1

In Stiles’ final year of college, Derek decides to rebuild the Hale house. He keeps asking for Stiles’ opinion on the house plans. Stiles doesn't realize that Derek is building the house with a mate in mind.