#hsdss

You Make Me See How Much I Have by paradis (T, 16k) “You’re lucky you got here now,” he says, “Ten minutes – maybe you could get your –” there’s a crash before he can say get your daughter, and Stiles resists the urge to either slap his hand against his face, or slap Derek, because no one ever understands how difficult it is to have a kid in the store by themselves unless they’re also parents.

Here’s The Scoop by illea (T, 5k) “Derek, if you value anything, you will do this for me,” Laura threatened. “Fine,” he replied, “but only because I know that you would send her here no matter what. I may be an asshole, but I’m not heartless enough to kick an unsuspecting child out onto the streets of New York.” Or the one in which Derek is charged with looking after the daughter of Laura’s new co-worker.

That Which You Cannot Undo by uraneia (E, 28k) By twenty-eight, Stiles has resigned himself to a quiet life of working in his magic shop, selling Jackson Whittemore fart-inducing tea, and looking after his goddaughter. It’s a good life. But the quiet goes to hell when his sister, Lydia, shows up with a crispy werewolf in her trunk and a bite mark on her shoulder, because hard on her heels comes the hottest person Stiles has ever seen, and he happens to be looking for his uncle.You know, the dead guy Stiles helped Lydia bury last night. (Or: the Practical Magic AU nobody asked for.)

Babysitter Derek and Hot Single Dad Stiles Stilinski by howlnatural [part one][part two][part three][part four][part five][part six][part seven][part eight] So of course Derek says he can’t watch CJ this Saturday because it’s his birthday, and it he says it like it means something and keeps bringing it up and Stiles isn’t sure what to do with his mouth when the guy is around but he’s pretty sure the fact that the next time he’s in Stiles’ living room, splayed over the couch and smirking because there’s a card that says HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY strategically placed on the coffee table where Stiles will see it, means something, and he should get some kind of medal of honor for lasting an entire 45 minutes before cancelling his plans for the night and pressing Derek into the couch cushions and following the line of that happy trail the guy’s always flashing—

Secret Santa by rainbowninja (T, 8k) Derek is already thoroughly sick of Christmas by the time Erica bullies him into dressing up as Santa for a holiday charity. It was only supposed to take a couple hours. Until some kid starts accosting him all over Beacon Hills, insisting that Derek is the real Santa.

i wish i had a river by thepsychicclam (T, 16k) Derek is the editor of a successful publishing firm, and is horrible to all his employees, including Stiles. On Christmas Eve night, he gets visited by three spirits and has to take a look at his life.

Daddy Do’s by aprocryphal (G, 18k) “Hi Mr. Stilinski!” Lydia said pertly. “My name’s Lydia, and this is my daddy. His name is Derek Andrew Hale and he watches all of your videos on YouTube a lot, but he still can’t braid.” [Stiles is a celebrity YouTube hairstylist. Derek may or may not have a crush. Lydia just wants a French braid for school picture day.]

Fuck-You Money by jedusaur (M, 7k) What the hell kind of porn name is “Destitute Daddy,” anyway? Out of morbid curiosity, Derek grabs the computer again and types it into the search bar, because revisiting last night’s poor life decisions is always a stellar plan. (or: the personal-finance-blogging AU)

Practically Perfect by betp (Not Rated, 3k) ”Daddy, we made an ad for our new nanny,” Scott says, wearing rocket ship pajamas and offering Stiles a piece of construction paper that night. ”Just mull that over,” says Isaac. His pajamas have cows on them. They pad back up the stairs, and Stiles looks at the paper. In crayon, it reads: WE NEED A NANNY PROBALLY. Reqirments: - eyes light up- wants to go places- can travel between dimentions- likes cheesebergers- a wear wolf- lisens to good music- SUPER STRONG- favorit color is pink- has friends who can fly- will merry our Dad. There is a stick figure drawing of a werewolf with red eyes and bared teeth, marrying Stiles on a cloud.

Of Love And Fluffy Bunnies by hepzheba (T, 13k) Derek’s garden is destroyed by a bunch of rabbits and he finds out he isn’t the only one looking for the vicious creatures. His new companion though, seems convinced the traces are from the Easter bunny. Or the one where Derek bonds with Stiles’ daughter while trying to catch the Easter bunny.

if this is a rom-com, kill the director by jonsnowssmile (T, 4k) “This is different, okay?” he says after a long moment, still staring at the tabletop. “It’s not—I don’t want to fuck him. I mean, I do, but—not just that. I don’t want a shitty one night stand, I want—”“Holy crap.” Derek glances up to find Laura staring at him, her mouth slack. “You love him, don’t you? You’re in love with Stiles Stilinski.” “Well, fuck,” Cora says, and yeah. That about sums it up.

to be with those i like by sheafotherdon (E, 9k) It’s Deaton who tells Derek that Stiles is back in town, a broken marriage behind him, his daughter in tow.

untitled by mad-madam-m (Not Rated, 1k) Stiles knew exactly what it was the moment he heard the racket coming from the cereal aisle, followed by a familiar scream. He abandoned his cart and bolted. Sure enough, Cody was standing in the middle of a few dozen cereal boxes, holding a box in each fist and bawling his eyes out. What Stiles did not expect was the dark-haired, leather-clad, bearded guy squatting beside him and talking softly, helping Cody’s screams calm down to hiccups. 

My Boys by losingmyangelgrace (T, 11k) “Afternoon Sheriff, sir, what can I do you for?” he might as well try for innocence. Something definitely wasn’t right though. He took a deep breath in through his nose. That scent…it didn’t smell like John Stilinski, if anything else, despite some of the layers being different, scents change as a person gets older and there were some he didn’t recognise, but the core of it? It smelt like-“Holy shit! Derek Hale!” Stiles. Stiles was the Sheriff? Derek did not see that one coming. (In which Derek returns to Beacon Hills after fourteen years away)

untitled by skoosiepants (T, 5k) Ben pops open the car door and says, “Please don’t embarrass me, Dad.” Stiles flaps a hand, still staring at the magnificent sight before him. There are glistening arm muscles and a sweaty tank top and then the vision bends over and holy god. He has to look away, it’s too much to take in all at once, he might swoon.  

untitled by matildajones (Not Rated, 1k) The first time Derek sees his new neighbour, Derek almost trips over the many boxes in the hallway, and there’s a scowl on his face when the man calls out across the corridor. “Sorry! Sorry!” he says, before grinning lopsidedly. “Hi, I’m Stiles. I’m, uh, new. Yeah, I’m new here. I’m moving in with my daughter! Her name is Amy.”

untitled by raisesomehale (Not Rated, 1k)  Fox!Stiles whose kit keeps sneaking off to Wolf!Derek’s yard to play with his cub in their forms and neither one know.

These Satellites Don’t Care For Subtle Moves by skoosiepants (T, 4k) As soon as the door is pulled open Stiles says, “You’ve been avoiding me,” and then he stares dumbly at Derek for a long moment, because Derek has a mop of hair now, like Andrew’s, falling over his forehead. There are crinkles at the corners of his eyes, his scruff is endearingly uneven, he’s wearing practically nothing—who opens the door in their underwear at one in the afternoon, Jesus Christ—and nobody should look this good pushing forty, werewolf genes are so freaking unfair.There’s an uptick to one corner of Derek’s mouth. He says, “Stiles,” and his name is a sleepy rumble in his chest.Seriously. God almighty, what has Stiles done to deserve this?