#baby Eli

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

What started as a joke in the short drabble I wrote is now one of my favourite headcanons.

Eli’s nickname as a kid is Trouble.

The nickname came about because Sheriff Stilinski was telling Stiles and Derek that wherever they go, trouble follows, and Eli - with his perfect timing - toddled in after them, prompting the Sheriff to jokingly say, “And here’s Trouble.”

After that, the nickname stuck. And made for many laughs when they would call him Trouble or refer to him by the nickname and he would happily say, “I’m Trouble!”

Stiles is Mischief, Derek is Sourwolf, and Eli is Trouble

[sterekmpreg]

Stiles: Derek… Why is our son wearing a werewolf mask?

Derek: It’s his Halloween costume…

Stiles: And what is he supposed to be exactly? Offensive to the pac-

Toddler Eli: IM DADDY! AHHHHHHH!

Stiles: *Sips coffee with dead look in his eyes.*

[anonazure]

Latest Sterek commission from my dear @emilyalmeidaaa7 on twitter.

[imagine-sterek]

Imagine Derek trying to sing Eli to sleep and stiles is in the background remixing the song.

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[thinking-destiel-thoughts]

I think that Stiles would be that kind of mom with newborn Eli. the kind who refuses to let anyone touch her child unless they’ve washed their hands or used sanitizer and obsessively cleans things the baby might chew on.

it would drive Derek insane tho because he’s a werewolf and he can’t get or give diseases and Eli is also a werewolf who can’t give or get diseases so why is Stiles slapping his hands away from their pup?

the humans and the bitten wolves would totally roll with it because it’s not uncommon with human babies. Peter and Cora would also roll with it because they’ve handled human babies before, it isn’t their kid, and it drive Derek up the wall.

Derek would be so insane and so so so annoyed. he’d try to pick up Eli all the time after cooking or reading or doing other things to prove to Stiles that it’s fine. Stiles won’t have it. he flips out when Derek picks up their son with greasy hands from working on cars and yells about downgrading him from “father” to “baby daddy” if he doesn’t knock it off.

[fogsy-feel]

Chapters: 1/1

Hey for my TW fellas! I wrote a little side story for the main fic! Pretty plotless but I figured I’d plug since the 3rd chapter of WMWLWM probably won’t be up for another couple weeks.

[axoqiii]

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[kjwaikiki]

You know how Eli looks like Stiles. Well I have a headcanon and it is not that Stiles got pregnant through magic.

My headcanon is simply that Eli’s mom looked a lot like Stiles, which could be considered a little mundane until you consider the comedy involved with a stepdad Stiles and Eli being out together in public.

People assume Stiles is Eli’s biological father until one of them corrects said person. I want it to be Eli in which case he can go two ways (both are hilarious)

1. Eli jokes about his dad having a type.

2. Eli jokes about how he always knew his dad and Stiles would get together because look at him (Eli gestures to his own face and then to Stiles) it wasn’t rocket science to figure out the old man was a little hung up on Stiles.

I just think the implications are hilarious. Stiles would never feel insecure ever. If anyone asks him how he remains so secure in his relationship with Derek all he would have to do is gesture to Eli.

All I’m saying is it takes a special type of pining to have a son that looks and acts scarily similar to this one high schooler who you went through multiple brushes with death with, saved their life, had them save your life, and shared many very emotionally charged (possibly tender) moments with.

[reddie-as-ill-ever-be]

watched ck part 2

[alxandergoth]

prom sucks 💔

[vanmarkus]

TOMMY KINARD IN EVERY EPISODE ↳ S2E12 “Chimney Begins”

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Little Handprints

There are little handprints on the walls. Eli has little hands. Case solved.

Based on the incorrect quote

Read it on AO3, here

Stiles leant against the kitchen counter, dragging his hand down his face as he let out a heavy sigh. A heavy case load and late nights were starting to wear him thin. And even when he wasn’t working late, his mind ran rampant, making sleep near impossible.

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to wake himself more.

The sound of plastic clattering caught his attention. Stiles turned to look where Eli sat in his booster seat at the table. The food tray on his seat was splattered with toast and jam.

“You okay there, Trouble?” Stiles asked.

Eli giggled as he snatched up one of the pieces of jam-covered toast that he had knocked over and took a bite out of it.

“Yeah,” he chirped through a mouthful of mushed toast.

The nickname that had come from Eli’s comedic timing; Stiles’ dad said something about trouble following wherever Stiles and Derek go, and Eli toddled in after them at that moment, prompting the

Sheriff to say, “And here’s trouble!”

The name stuck. And it proved to be fitting on several occasions.

Stiles slid the coffee pot from the percolator and poured the dark liquid into his mug, heaping in spoonfuls of sugar before walking around the corner of the bench and into the dining room.

“Yummy?” Stiles asked as he walked over to the table and sat down next to Eli’s booster seat.

“Yummy,” Eli replied around another mouthful.

Stiles gave him a soft smile before resting his elbows on the table and letting his heady fall, heavy, into his hands.

“You okay?” Eli asked, his sweet voice coiled with worry.

“I’m okay, bud,” Stiles replied, unable to lift his head. “Just tired.”

He felt something tap his cheek. He lifted his head and turned to see what was poking him.

Eli held out a half-eaten piece of toast for him.

Stiles couldn’t help but smile.

“Thanks, bud,” he said softly, taking the piece of toast offered to him. He ate the toast, dusting the crumbs off his hand before laying his head back in his hands and watching his son eat his breakfast.

He let his mind drift, the world blurring into swirls of colour and movement. His eyes grew heavy as the seductive embrace of sleep crept into the back of his mind. His heavy eyes drifted shut and he sank into the darkness.

“Stiles?” Derek called from the hallway, starling Stiles.

“Hmm?” Stiles hummed questioningly—the most he could muster up.

“Why are there little handprints on the walls?” Derek asked, peering around the open doorframe of the dining room.

Stiles blinked a few times, his mind rattling through the mess of thoughts for an answer. He lifted his head slightly and turned to look at Eli in his high chair.

“Why are there little handprints on the walls?” he whispered.

“Because I have little hands,” Eli answered, holding up his jam-and-crumb-covered hands to show him.

Stiles turned his head to look at Derek.

“Because he has little hands,” he repeated.

Derek let out a soft chuckle, turning back towards the hallway to hide his smile.

It took a moment for Stiles’ brain to catch up with what he said, realisation stirring him enough for him to sit up and drag his hand down his face.

“What is it this time?”

“Markers,” Derek answered. “Thankfully, it’s the washable ones that Lydia got him.”

“I’ll clean it,” he volunteered, pushing back his chair as he tried to summon what little energy he had left.

“No,” Derek said softly. “Trouble and I will clean it after we finish breakfast.”

“I’m Trouble!” Eli said excitedly, perking up at his nickname.

Stiles and Derek couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes, you are,” Stiles said softly, smiling lovingly as he reached out and gently tousled Eli’s hair.

[sterekmpreg]

Toddler Eli pt. 1

Derek, stepping out in front of Eli: Stop running!

Eli: cock shot! *punches Derek in the groin* Uncle Peter taught me that one, Dad! *proudly runs away*

Stiles: oh my God, Derek! Are you okay!? *rushes to his husbands side*

Derek, groaning on the floor: “Let's have a child,” you said. “Come on, it'll be fun,” you said!

[anonazure]

Yeah... Still on my baby Eli obsession...

[imagine-sterek]

Stiles trick or treating with his kid and Eli as a puppy sneaks into his bag and stiles kid just doesn’t say anything. As they’re walking to the next house stiles’ kid is walking super slow and looking into his bag and stiles tells him that he can look into his bag later by then derek comes out and says that I think somebody snuck out into his kids bag and stiles checks and out pops up a baby wolf. Stiles’ kid asks if he can keep him and Derek makes a joke saying sorry that my son. And they keep running into each other after that. And then Eli is in the same class as stiles kid and he tells stiles that the wolf is in his class and stiles thinks it’s just a joke until Derek and him are dating and Derek tells him the truth that he’s a werewolf

Eli just wanted to be involved!

[parched-chaos]

Evervale Lockland era my beloved

((also, sorry for not uploading a proper drawing and all of them being just sketch's. I promise I'm cooking something actually good, it's just that uni is taking a lot of my time 🪦))