#sheriffderek

Derek likes Kate because she's new, and different, and she keeps him off-balance. On his toes. It's uncomfortable sometimes - embarrassing, painful, a little mean - but there's something invigorating about it, right? To know he's alive and he's got all this stuff to learn, and Kate there to teach it to him, laughing at how young and stupid he can be. He is young and stupid. He proved that.

But he can't help thinking about the Deputy. Just sometimes. Like maybe when he jerks off, and his mind is wandering. It's not Kate every time. Variety is the spice of life, Derek shouldn't be ashamed of his desires, the same old stuff gets boring - there are a dozen reasons. Derek once spent a week jerking off to the thought of dudes in dresses and lipstick just because he caught Laura watching Velvet Goldmine again. Thinking a nice guy in a uniform who gave him a ride home in a cop car is, like. the least kinky thing he's thought about all week.

Even adding in the handcuffs. 

Probably even adding in the handcuffs.

And its not a thing. Derek doesn't hang around the village green during the summer festival hoping to see him. He doesn't volunteer at the local recycle drive because someone from the sheriff's office always comes down. He doesn't walk slowly down the backroad home in the half hour before his curfew. Definitely not. Definitely not imagining those broad, callused hands sliding over his jeans, cupping his knee and squeezing. That's - god, that's barely even worth calling a touch. 

WHY WOULD YOU.

Derek is walking home from the local make out spot - he was supposed to meet Kate there but she never showed - and he could run home werewolf-style and be there in ten minutes flat, probably, but he's feeling angsty and dramatic so he stays unshifted and walks home along the main road instead, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his letterman jacket, kicking rocks, scowling furiously. A car or two passes him along the way, but he doesn't look up until one slows down alongside him. A rolled down window.

"Doing all right there, son?" the deputy asks, and Derek nods. 

"Just heading home, officer," because his mother taught him to be polite to adults, and he figures that goes double for law enforcement. Derek ducks his head, kind of sheepish. "My friend was supposed to give me a ride, but he must have forgotten."

"Well, it's a bit late for a walk, isn't it," the deputy says, and its not really a question this time. The passenger door swings open. "Why don't you get in, and I'll give you a ride home."

"Thank you, sir," Derek says.

"You're one of the Hale kids, right? From over near the Preserve?"

"Yes, sir," and they make polite conversation the whole way back to the Hale house.

The deputy drops him off the end of the driveway, which is nice of him, but Derek thinks everyone in the house can probably already hear the car coming anyway.

"You really shouldn't be out so late at night," the deputy admonishes him, just as Derek is getting out of the cruiser. J. Stilinski, it says, in flat black letters across his badge. "You can't be too careful, son, even in a place like Beacon Hills."

"I'll remember that, sir," Derek says, and when he's inside tells his mother the nice deputy saw him walking home, and it probably would have been suspicious to turn him down. 

I doubt your innocence, little grey-faced anon, I DOUBT IT HIGHLY.

ugh god I cannot even imagine the Sheriff manhandling teenage Derek - okay that is a lie, obviously I can imagine it, it keeps me up at nights, sob sob sob - Derek with his teenage hormones and his werewolf libido, and the Sheriff coming home to find Derek sprawled out on his bed, clenched around his own slick fingers, sweaty and loose and in the middle of orgasm number three. Derek tries not do this, honestly, tries not to have John come home and need to take care of him, but he can only run for so long, only hold off for so long before he wants to crawl into John's bed and rub his scent all over it, their little nest, their den. and John comes in the door and sighs, still in his uniform, pulling off his jacket.

the entire Sheriff's department think John is dating his "consultant"

undercover work at the Jungle. maybe they have to make out for cover, head upstairs to the private rooms to follow a suspect, I'm just throwing stuff at the wall

Derek giving the Sheriff crash course lessons on the supernatural (maybe Chris and his grief beard can come too eyyyyyy)

Stiles grudgingly telling his dad 'you're really good for Derek. He's like an actual person now'

the Sheriff going 'wait, what'

Stiles telling Derek he knows where to get wolfsbane, don't break his dad's heart.