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this is so cute !! but am actually thinking instead of the PTA thinking Derek is a creep or competition, they actually love him? okay, maybe except for one parent… maybe!

yes, to all of the domestic fluff ! Derek who wakes up at the crack of dawn, already having coffee and breakfast ready for the whole family. he maybe has a grumpy morning face as he bounces between the counters; multitasking scrambling eggs, making toast, and keeping an eye on the french press but always ends up smiling when Stiles skips down the stairs and pulls Derek into a kiss by the bright buttered color apron Stiles bought him many christmases ago. his smile growing even wider when the rest of his children come stumbling right behind, the toddlers already screaming and demanding for a sugary breakfast.

his pack probably does tease and make fun of him. poking him in the chest and scoffing at how domestic Derek has become, how they’d never imagine this in their life. “bad ass Derek Hale.. a house husband? insane!” they joke. but when training comes around, Derek reminds them he’s still the alpha. they’ll all sit slumped on the hard ground, all equally sore from the ass beating Derek gave them, but perking up when Derek walks around and hands them a new cookie he’s been recipe testing.

the first time Derek went to an event for his kids, he probably went alone (he probably often goes alone to PTA meetings or school events but we’ll get there when we get there..). of course, the group mostly consists of mothers and very, very few men. so yeah, a few of the moms looked at him cautiously, suspiciously, warily because who is this tall, surly looking man sulking around Mrs Leon’s classroom?

the head of the committee slowly approaching and asking why he was here, if maybe he was lost and wandered in. but Derek points to a set of rowdy twins and says, “those two are mine.” the woman’s face lights up, she introduces herself and proceeds to drag Derek to the other sets of parents in the group and introducing them as well. she shoves booklets and calendars in his arms, gives him a card with her phone number on it, gushing on about the group chat all the parents participate in. Derek winces and shakes his head saying he doesn’t think any of this will be necessary but she grins, cellphone in hand as she squeaks, “too late!” and Derek hears a ping from his own phone. “i didn’t even give you my number!” Derek says confused and she giggles creepily saying she has access to the class directory for all the parents, whether they're in PTA or not.

it’d take Derek a while to warm up to all the other parents. especially when a few single moms flirt, or people make assumptions about him and his parenting style, or even ask him about his “missus” which he never corrects them on. probably never got a chance to and by the time he started talking to everyone, he never bothered to say “oh, by the way, my spouse is a Mister not a Missus..”

he’ll nonchalantly go around calling Stiles “the missus” or “his wife,” as by now, he probably thinks it’s a funny inside joke to himself. literally sitting at a booth during a community event and saying, “the wife judged three batches of my snickerdoodles and had no complaints.” or someone asking Derek what his “wife” does for work that they can’t make it to recitals or field trips. “fbi agent” Derek says bluntly and the parents ooh and ahh. “you must be real proud of her,” one says. Derek nods, “real proud,” winking back at the parents before walking off to busy himself with a gang of kids.

it’s not until Stiles finally has a day off and joins Derek at one of these parent/teacher/school events. Stiles at first shocked that the entire room lights up when Derek walks in. a hoard of moms practically running to Derek, giving him updates about the latest or upcoming events, asking if he’s caught up on the reality show they’re all watching (Stiles narrowing his eyes at Derek when he says he saw the latest episode and can’t believe the drama, naming housewives Stiles has never heard of before), wondering if he’s baked anything new. “oh, i dunno, marissa” Derek says playfully, only to pull out a tupperware bin of fresh lemon squares from the bag he was hiding behind his back.

for a brief second, they all stop gossiping; eyes darting at Stiles and how he reached for Derek’s hand. “i’m sorry— and you are?” one of the mom says abruptly. Stiles puts on a smile, holding out a hand to shake as he introduces himself and says he’s Derek’s husband. the moms look him up and down in partial judgement but mostly confusion, going, “Derek, you said you had a wife.” Derek quietly chuckling as he tells them, “yeah, this is my wife. i probably should’ve corrected you all a long time ago— Stiles is a man, he’s my husband…”

there’s a beat between the group as it all begins to click and they’re all laughing. the moms shoving between them to now gush and ramble with Stiles about everything; the committee, how much they love Derek and how big of a help he’s been, that he’s a lucky guy, and oh, what beautiful children they have (yes, even the snaggle tooth twins that look like they bite without warning). it’s maybe the first time Stiles can’t get a word in but when he finally does he thanks them for their kindness and apologizes for not being as present as he’d like to be. but they all get close, saying pishposh and waving dismissive hands as they ask him what it’s like to be in the fbi.

OH — almost forgot the one “bitchy” mom who probably comes off as great value kim kardashian. the type of mom who needs to be seen as the greatest, who needs all the praise and attention. who maybe hated Derek from the get because he showed up with brownies and cookies homemade (not store bought), who volunteered to coach the peewee softball game, who assisted in chaperoning the kids on a zoo trip.

they’ve been in quiet competition since. playing cordial and nice in front of others but slinging insults in whispered tones at their tables. comically stopping when a small child approaches, fake laughing, and passing the kid a cup of orange slices but going back to arguing once they’re out of earshot.

“you’re gonna feel like such a loser when grandparent day comes around and everyone’s at my table eating my cheesecake bites — home. made!” teagan (aka wannabe Kim k) says.

“i’ll let my baking speak for itself,” Derek quips back, watching her smug grin turn into a scowl.

Stiles thinks it may be all too intense over a small school event but another parent leans in to whisper that it's all fun for everyone. "they aren't actually rivals, but they like to put on a good show for the rest of the parents!" Stiles stares back between Derek and teagen throwing each other one-uppers. when the faux tiff ends with a subtle fist bump, Stiles smiles to himself.

He stands there in disbelief, watching the way Derek interacts with the other parents and a literal gaggle of children. Stiles finds it hard to believe that this is the same Derek that used to run from cops, hunters, monsters, and his own self most times. the same Derek that had to prove his innocence to damn near the whole world; who only wanted people to believe in him and trust him. this same Derek that used to carry his trauma across his back now carrying two 4year olds across his shoulders.

and stiles 100% loves this — loves this new version of Derek who's calmer, relaxed, confident enough to be himself in a room full of people. that with his guard finally down, even if ever so slightly, everyone, not just Stiles, can see how great Derek actually is. and not only can he believe that this is the same Derek he's known for almost or even a decade, but Stiles somehow unable to believe that this is his life too. that he's got a loving, protective husband who bakes and attends school events for the children they share. that their whole world is much softer now. and even if Stiles can't fully believe it, he wouldn't trade it for anything.