we need a real alpha;

ALLISON ARGENT

derek: ...

boyd: There is nothing special about tomorrow.

Isaac, also wearing an apron: You’re home!

Derek: What.

Erica, wiping down the kitchen counter: Derek, we cleaned the house for you!

Boyd, opening the oven: I made dinner.

Isaac: We missed you!

Stiles: Welcome home!

Derek:

stiles: I would literally cover up a murder you committed, plant my DNA at the crime scene, and take the blame for it if you asked to

derek: Can you wash the dishes?

derek, internally: There he is, he's here, my favorite person in the world, the love of my life. fuck, I just want to stare at him and hold him and kiss him for the rest of my life-

Isaac: Oh? Congra-

stiles: *accepting it* Thanks, what’s this for?

derek: erica says that watching me train made you thirsty.

“What? Dad! That’s it? That’s all you have to say? What about how much older he is?? What about your gun??? Dad!!” Stiles shouted down the hallway.

“He seems like a nice enough kid.” The sheriff answered simply.

It was true, Derek was nice. He was more than nice. Stiles still had a hard time thinking this thing between them was actually something. Something other than incredibly good sex and cuddles, also holding hands and making out at the movies, that was nice too.

Derek had actually took that job as a barista at the coffee shop on the corner of main street because he wanted to save money and take Stiles away on a ski trip during the holidays. It took a lot of will power to not freak out because Derek was actually thinking about the future. A future together. 

The future as in two months from now, but still, that was a lot! Stiles could barely believe it.

“Bring him over for dinner next Friday!” His dad shouted from downstairs after a while.