wolfy one shots

derek's a good dad (i promise)

**Yes the title is a play on I'm Not Okay (I Promise) dont judge me.

Anyway, part... jfc what part is this... Next installment of Wolfy One Shots yay! 2k reads oh my god I just wanna hug ya'll! Thank you dearies!

There are a lot of my own headcanons in this just so ya know.

Summary: In which Derek doesn't have faith in his alpha abilities and his pack decides to get it through his head that he's the only alpha they need. No matter how stupid and annoying they can be about it.**

"Dad, Erica is hogging the XBox!"

"Dad! Jackson punched me!"

"Derek, please make them shut up!"

"Dad, Ethan is being mean!"

"DAD, TELL SCOTT NOT TO BE SO STUPID!"

"Derek, I'm hungry."

"DAD!"

Derek growled, rubbing his temples attempting to fend off the headache his pups were causing. He tried to ignore their calls for him but his werewolf hearing made it a little impossible. "Stay home and watch the pups he said, it'll be easy he said," the alpha grumbled to himself recalling the conversation he had had with his mate before he left on a three day fishing/camping trip with his dad. It had already been two days of this madness and Derek had thought about ripping each of their throats out way too many times.

If this was the crap Stiles put up with every day and still managed not to kill them, he deserved some serious awards. Derek had already made three of their pups cry and he was hoping there wouldn't be a fourth. Obviously his mate is way better at this than he is. Thankfully, Stiles was coming home today and he didn't have to listen to their whining anymore.

Derek braced himself before walking back into their destroyed living room. The noise made his sensitive ears ring. He had told the pack he was going to take a nap so what do they do? They blast their music at full volume and they yell for him every five minutes when they need something or just want to complain. Walking over to where the music was coming from, he turned the volume to the lowest setting and crossed his arms in an authority position, turning to glare at his pack. Not that that would actually affect any of them. There were several shouts in protest for the music but he was way past caring. He really needed a nap and he was going to fucking get one. Taking care of this pack was like taking care of toddlers, except with werewolf strength and knowledge of better insults. It had been two days of nonsense. He was exhausted.

"Stiles is coming home in two hours. I think he would really appreciate if this place didn't look like... how it looks now," he told them referring to how messy it looked after just two days of Stiles being gone. He was usually the one that picked up their stuff. "Maybe instead of leaving it here for me or him to clean up, you all should spend the time you have before he gets back cleaning it. Seeing as it is your mess," that was met by some groans in disagreement but he didn't care, "It might have sounded like a suggestion, but it was an order. Clean it up or I'll unplug the Xbox for month. I'm gonna take a nap," he said, walking to his and Stiles's bedroom, "By the way, Stiles would be really disappointed if he came home and saw your mess, so you better get on it," he chuckled when he saw them all scramble to start cleaning 'Well thats one way to get them to do things,' he thought, laying on his bed.

Ethan and Aiden did the dishes. Scott, Jackson and Danny picked up scattered articles of clothing. Isaac, Kira, and Liam did things like sweep, dust and vacuum. Boyd, Allison, Erica, and Lydia picked up the other discarded objects that littered the floor. Malia had snuck out during the cleaning to join Derek for a nap.

"You think he's mad at us?" Scott asked, throwing a pile of clothes into the washing machine while Jackson started the dryer.

"I think it hasn't been long enough for Der to have fallen asleep and that you should shut up," came the Jackson - like response. "He's obviously mad at us, McCall."