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"Sterek shippers ignoring the weird age gap" oh I didn't ignore it, I enjoyed it. God bless
Sterek, toddler Derek? Demanding his favorite snack from Stiles. Or his favorite movie. What does Derek insist on showing or giving to or doing with Stiles?
This one was so fun I wrote it immediately and barley had to edit any of it cause this just flowed outta me in like an hour! ❤️❤️❤️
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Stiles Stilinski had dealt with a lot of weird crap in his life - werewolves, kanimas, evil druids, you name it - but nothing, nothing, had prepared him for the sight of a cranky, pouty faced toddler standing in Derek Hale’s oversized leather jacket in the middle of the loft, blinking up at him with wide green eyes and a suspicious furrow in his tiny brow.
“What the hell?” Stiles whispered to himself, barely resisting the urge to back away slowly like the kid was going to sprout fangs and go feral.
Toddler Derek, because that’s definitely who it was, same scowl, same eyebrows of doom, stared up at him, obviously confused and a little scared. His lower lip wobbled, and Stiles immediately panicked.
“No! No crying! Oh my God, please don’t cry. Jesus Christ, what do I even do with you?”
Derek didn’t cry. He just reached his arms up, tiny, chubby, grabby hands, and said, softly and warily, “You smell safe.”
Stiles’s heart broke a little. “Oh my God. Okay. Okay, come here, tiny wolf man.” He scooped Derek up awkwardly, arms full of baby werewolf, who immediately tucked his head under Stiles’s chin and exhaled like that was exactly what he needed.
Stiles had no idea what to do. Should he call Deaton? Peter? There was no handbook for “my grumpy werewolf friend got de aged and now he wants to cuddle.”
And cuddle Derek did.
He refused to be more than two feet away from Stiles at any time. Stiles tried to set him down once and the look he got in return was so betrayed, so deeply offended, that Stiles muttered an apology and let him stay glued to his chest.
Eventually, Stiles gave up and flopped onto the couch with Derek still clinging to him like a baby koala. Derek squirmed until he was fully sprawled across Stiles’s torso, cheek pressed over Stiles’s heart, tiny fist gripping the collar of his hoodie.
“Movie?” Derek mumbled, muffled by fabric.
Stiles blinked down at him. “You… wanna watch a movie?”
Derek nodded slowly, like he was still figuring out what that meant, but the idea of sitting on the couch with Stiles and a movie clearly felt right.
So Stiles turned on Disney+, because what else do you show a baby Alpha, and settled in to watch The Lion King. Halfway through, Derek was asleep, warm and heavy and completely trusting, drooling a little on Stiles’s hoodie.
Stiles stared at the ceiling, one hand resting protectively on Derek’s tiny back. “This is fine,” he whispered to himself. “Everything’s fine. I am so not qualified for this, but okay.”
He was absolutely not ready to be a toddler’s emotional support human… but if Derek needed him, he’d fake it till he made it. Or until someone figured out how to reverse the magical toddler curse.
Whichever came first.
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The loft was quiet after everyone else left, all determined to find the witch who had cursed Derek into a pocket sized version of himself. Stiles had volunteered to stay behind, mostly because someone had to babysit, but also because, well… tiny Derek was starting to grow on him. Literally. He wouldn’t stop climbing into Stiles’s lap.
Stiles didn’t mind, though. Not really.
It turned out toddler Derek talked a lot more than adult Derek. Most of it was nonsense; half formed thoughts, jumbled memories, or whatever wild idea was bouncing around his too big brain in his too small body.
"Do werewolves like peanut butter?" Derek asked one evening, legs swinging off the couch and head leaning against Stiles's arm.
Stiles snorted. "You tell me, buddy. You're the expert."
“I think yes,” Derek said seriously. “But only with jelly. Grape. Not strawberry.”
Stiles chuckled and nudged his shoulder. “Noted.”
Derek would wander the loft, always staying within ten feet of Stiles, muttering things like “My ears are fuzzy” or “Do you think fullshift wolves can wear hats?” and Stiles would play along every time, something warm unfurling in his chest every time Derek grinned at him or tugged on his hoodie to get his attention.
One afternoon, while Stiles was flipping through a book on magical reversals and Derek was curled into his side watching Finding Nemo, Derek tilted his head and whispered, “You smell like cookies and lightning.”
Stiles blinked down at him. “That… might be the weirdest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
“I like cookies,” Derek mumbled with a yawn. “And lightning is fast. I like you.”
And just like that, Stiles melted.
He didn’t say anything, just pressed a kiss to Derek’s wild curls and whispered, “I like you too, little dude.”
They fell into a rhythm after that. Derek would babble; Stiles would listen. Derek would get overwhelmed, and Stiles would pull him into a hug, rocking them gently. Nights were the hardest, Derek would get scared and cling to Stiles, crawling into bed beside him like Stiles could shelter Derek from the scary realities of the world.
And then, one morning, Stiles woke up to warmth and the weight of someone beside him.
He stretched, cracked one eye open…and froze.
Adult Derek was lying there, curled on his side, watching him quietly. His eyes were soft. So soft.
“Oh my God,” Stiles whispered. “You’re…you’re you again.”
Derek nodded slowly. “Hi.”
Stiles blinked. “Hi.”
They stared at each other for a long moment, and then Derek said, “You smiled a lot at me. When I was little.”
Stiles flushed. “Well, yeah. You were adorable.”
“You made me feel safe,” Derek said, voice low and sincere, like it was the most important thing he could ever say. “No one’s ever made me feel that safe, Stiles. Not even when I was really a kid.”
Stiles swallowed hard. “Derek…”
Derek reached out, fingers brushing against Stiles’s wrist. “I meant what I said. You do smell like cookies and lightning.”
Stiles laughed, a little watery. “Still the weirdest compliment I’ve ever gotten.”
“Still true,” Derek said with a small smile.
And Stiles. Well... He smiled again. Just like before. And Derek looked at him like that smile was magic.
Good morning everyone! (Or goodnight for some) I know I said I’d post a movie rec/review per day but I haven’t posted since March 8th. Sorry about that but I had an intense manic episode and ended up like three states away from where I live.
Anywho. I should be okay- even though I managed to break my foot again- and I’ll be back up and running either later today or tomorrow. Not that I think anybody here missed me- I think the most I got was 3 likes on a movie rec I posted. But lol if you’re reading this, I’ll be open to any movies you might wanna recommend. :)
Personally, for me, I know if I’m attracted to someone if I can imagine them in a mermaid tail and it looks right.
Idc how weird that sounds
[inspo]
Hello Tumblr! I finally have the time and energy to make an account on here and I’m already loving every second of it :)
Pronouns: whatever you want. I seriously do not care what you use 4 me.
Name: You can call me ‘Molly’ after my favorite herb. My real name will not be posted
Age: 20
This is going to most likely be a blog that’ll have a play by play of a few tv series, horror movie recs, and a LOT of monster content. Werewolves, vampires, zombies- you name it, I have desperately wanted them to be real. And so have you.
Here are the fandoms I am apart of/ open to participating in
- TVD
- Teen Wolf
- Twilight
- TWD
And as I mentioned before, I will also be posting my fav horror movie recs. I’ll most likely do a gore scale and rate them on a scale of 1-5 (or maybe 10 cause I’m indecisive). I’m also very open to receiving movie recs and rating them!!
Oh nothing, just thinking about mermaids being affected by the full moon. Yes this is a post about H2O: Just Add Water
Werewolves with black hair, you will always be famous
No, I’m not thinking about werewolves with a ‘good boy’ kink, you sick perv.
(That’s exactly what I’m thinking)
Another gorgeous work. Gets better and better each time I visit this page I swear