Sterek Library (a03 Edition)

Hot Dad Derek

By: Anzieizna

Summary:  After a few more minutes of Michael’s story, Stiles was once again distracted by the sound of excited squealing. He looked over his date’s shoulder to see the kid slapping his spoon onto his meal, sending chunks of food flying into the air with laughter.

The dad – wow, what a jawline – hurried to stop him, reprimanding him as he held his hand gently. The kid looked about a second away from crying, his lip already quivering and his eyes misting over, and like a flip had been switched Hot Dad went from ‘angry parent’ to ‘caring father’ real quick.

Right now, watching this gorgeous guy wipe away at some food at the corner of his son’s mouth, Stiles imagined being part of that little family.

Then Michael clicked his fingers in front of his face.

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Stiles is on a bad date - like, a really, really bad date - but the cute baby being adorable behind the guy kind of makes up for it. Oh yeah, and the dad is hot as hell. That helps.

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“And so, as soon so this guy turned around and went inside, I decided I’d had enough and got out my keys, and – hey, are you listening to me?”

Stiles looked up, snapped out of his daydream – aimlessly staring at the wall, how thrilling – to see Michael glaring at him over his wine glass.

“Uh, yeah,” he said quickly, trying to remember what he’d been talking about. Something about a parking lot and being pissed off? He did his best to look interested despite not knowing what the story was about in the slightest. “You got out your keys…?”

Michael nodded, satisfied, and took another sip of his wine. “Yeah, that’s right. Anyways, I got out my keys and scratched them down the hood of his car, because at this point the guy deserves it, right? Like, you don’t talk to me like that! So I keyed his car, and then he comes out and it’s all…”

Stiles sighed and let his mind wander.

The restaurant was fairly quiet for four pm on a Saturday afternoon, the tables filled with polite couples and happy families. As far as Stiles could tell, nobody else was having an extremely awkward – and extremely dull – first date, but that was just his luck, wasn’t it?

Michael was a bust, obviously. Stiles should have expected it – Tinder had never been a good experience for him, and if that wasn’t enough of a warning sign, then the way this ‘Michael’ guy kept trying to sneakily ask for dick pics certainly should have been.

Stiles had been in a bit of a rough patch, though – Scott had just gotten engaged to his girlfriend, a lovely woman named Kira who was honestly too good for him and wildly dangerous with a katana. Scott had created this elaborate plan and hired out a romantic cabin in the woods, arranging it to be on their anniversary and even rigging some hidden cameras so that Kira would be able to send it to everyone else.

And, oh, did she send it to everyone.

Stiles didn’t think he’d gone one week in the following months without one of them texting him, ‘isn’t she amazing’ or ‘he’s just so perfect’ or ‘hey, Stiles, you’re going to die alone if you don’t get a date soon and settle down.’

Okay, maybe not that last one. But it sure as hell seemed like it!

That wasn’t to say Stiles wasn’t happy for them – he was, really. The couple was adorable and cute, and he’d helped Scott plan the whole thing and even picked out the ring with him.