#kid!sterek

[imagine-sterek]

Imagine all the Hale kids plus their cousins all at the park and kid stiles is there playing with kid Cora and her cousins then they make Derek play with them. Derek is classic middle child. He’s older than the little kids but younger than Laura and the other cousins. Stiles absolutely loves playing with Derek. Sometimes it’s hard to keep up with the werewolf kids and even the human ones too but Derek stays behind with stiles until he catches up. Then when it’s time to leave Talia calls over the kids with a loud whistle (lol my mom actually does this) and all the kids all start herding back to the car, including stiles who is just following along. It takes Talia when they’re half way home to realize that she took an extra kid with her, she didn’t even smell him cause they’ve all been rolling around him all day. Good thing she knows Claudia so she won’t be too freaked out.

She gets half way home and realises there’s 11 heartbeats in the back seat when there should only be 10 (I know, what car fits 11 kids, we’ll, they’re small and children - especially werewolf pups - have no regards for safety). She pulls over and turns around to see stiles sitting between Cora and Derek with a big smile on his face.

I like to think that Talia, Noah and Claudia grew up around the same time and know each other well, or maybe Peter caused a lot of trouble growing up and Noah was a new deputy that often had to deal with him (like Parrish with Stiles), so she knows Stiles and just drives him home. Chances are, Stiles snuck out of the house to go play at the park in the first place.

[blaksstr]

Stiles: “You’re the alpha, right? That means you’re like the pack dad. So, technically, you’re my wolf dad now.”

Derek: “I am not your dad.”

Stiles: “You’re right. You’re more like my grumpy older boyfriend.”

Derek: chokes on his drink

[jade-bright]

Possible version of my au, where both Derek and Stiles get de-aged:

Scott: How old were you guys when you found out Santa wasn't real? De-aged Derek, whispering to de-aged Stiles: How old am I? Stiles: 16, babe Derek, sadly: I was 16.

[headcanonthings]

Eli: Grampa! Can I have chocolate cookies? Sheriff: What’s the rule? Eli: No snacks before dinner… Sheriff: Wrong. Sheriff: That’s your parents' rule. My rule is you have to bring me some too.

[j2h5b5]

When Derek walked in to find Stiles handcuffed to a kitchen chair, he stopped in his tracks and just stared for a few moments. Stiles stared back, his expression defeated, his eyes showing the kind of exhaustion that's unique to someone who has spent a whole day chasing after two hyperactive six-year-old werewolf boys the night before a full moon. Derek felt a growl rising in his throat and fought it down. "Where are they?" he asked instead, keeping his tone carefully neutral.

Stiles sighed. "I would wager they're holed up in the playroom Mario-Karting their asses off since I grounded them from it for the day." He pointedly jingled the bracelet encircling his wrist, which was attached to one of the slats along the backrest of the chair. "Can you...?"

Derek scanned the kitchen and saw the key resting on the counter next to the microwave. He made quick work of unlocking his husband, who immediately began massaging his wrist as Derek leaned in to plant a somewhat distracted kiss on his lips. "Don't worry, I'll handle this," he said.

"Derek."

This had been a point of contention for them in recent weeks, as their adopted sons' behavior had escalated from minor mischief to potentially dangerous hijinks. It was a good sign, Stiles insisted, an indication that after almost seven months of being in their care, the boys were feeling comfortable enough to misbehave. Derek wholeheartedly disagreed, believing that laying down the law was not only important but necessary, lest they end up with uncontrollable twin monsters.

And that was easy enough for him, as the boys had a natural healthy respect for the Alpha, viewing him with undisguised awe and obeying his instructions at least seven times out of ten. (And the other three times, they regretted it but quick.) For Stiles, the average was one in ten, and usually the obedience was coincidental, not intentional. It was depressing him, and, more, it was putting undue stress on their relationship.

"I was handling it!" Stiles had protested one day two weeks ago, when Derek had walked in to see both boys jumping gleefully on their beautiful black leather sectional, blond curls bouncing chaotically as Stiles repeatedly (and unsuccessfully) grabbed for flailing appendages he could use to pull them back to solid ground.

"It didn't look good from where I was standing!" Derek protested. "You're way too easy on them, Stiles."

And true, all it took was one Alpha growl from Derek to snap them to attention, a command to "Get down NOW" and five minutes facing the wall in separate corners before they were sniffling and full of contrition and apologies. Stiles didn't want to be jealous of his husband's far superior child-wrangling abilities, but he was. And it was becoming quite a sore subject.

So now, at Stiles's one-word objection, Derek took a deep breath and a step back, gesturing for Stiles to lead the way to the playroom. He could just be backup, he figured, maybe flashing Alpha eyes at the adorable brats from behind Stiles’s shoulder. But Stiles stopped him from following by placing a hand on his chest. "They'll never take me seriously if you're always bad cop," he said.

It was important. To Stiles, to the boys. To their family. Derek raised his hands in surrender. "I'm here if you need me," he said, and Stiles leaned in for a real kiss before Derek headed back to the living room to perch on the couch and listen from afar.

And what he heard was truly impressive. Stiles was stern. He was authoritative. He confiscated the contraband video game. He doled out early bedtimes as a consequence. He explained in no uncertain terms why their behavior was unacceptable and what would happen if they didn't start following the rules. He didn't even raise his voice. The three of them emerged ten minutes later, one twin in Stiles's arms and the other clinging to his shirttail, both of them looking sufficiently chastised.

Derek raised a questioning eyebrow at Stiles, who was clearly trying to suppress a smirk. "We're all good now," he reassured, knowing full well that Derek had listened to most of the exchange. "But Oliver has a question for you."

The twin at Stiles's side looked at Derek with wide blue eyes and said, "Why do you have handcuffs in the drawer next to your bed?"

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

Now I have to do the reverse of the sterek version of this story.

Claudia died on the first day of school. The next week, Stiles had to go to school. The teachers all knew and they'd told the students. People would whisper behind his back or pity him. He didn't want pity. He didn't want people talking about him. He wanted the world to disappear. Then he met Derek, a kinda-cocky member of the basketball team who would sit with him in the library--never showing him pity, just enjoying his presence.

They started dating and ended up getting married after graduation. But with every milestone that passed, Stiles would think about his mum. He wished she was there to see him graduate, he wishes his mum could have met Derek.

At their wedding, they light a candle for Claudia.

On their honeymoon, Stiles gets a call from Scott. He sounds super excited. While helping his mum clear out some old stuff, he found a photo of them from when they were little. They used to play on a soccer team. And Scott says one of the kids inthe photo looks just like Derek when he was younger. Scott sends him the photo and Holy shit! It's Derek!

Stiles shows Derek the photo and Derek smiles and says, "Yeah, I was the goalie."

Later, when Stiles is on the phone to his dad, he asks him if he remembers the soccer team he and Scott were part of when they were younger.

"I remember the goalie," Sheriff Stilinski says. "The kid would sit down in the net and play in the dirt. Your mum thought he was hilarious."

[all-or-nothing-baby]

oh man i CANNOT get enough of closed-off shut-down loners finally—finally—allowing themselves to break down and become all soft and gooey and needy and whiney when getting lovingly railed into next week by the very person they've been locking horns with

[kennyomegasweave]

1. Stiles left Beacon Hills to never return and left his jeep.

2. Derek saved his jeep and fixed everything. Stiles's dad flat out says Derek saved it after Stiles left and tried to fix it up. Stiles had it held together with duck tape but Derek put everything into fixing it, but it wasn't able to run perfectly.

3. In the 15 years since Stiles left to never return, it ended up in the junkyard because Derek couldn't fix it like he wanted to, but he wouldn't abandon it.

4. Eli, Derek's kid, would routinely steal it to piss Derek off.

5. After Derek died. Stiles's dad gave Eli the keys to the jeep and told him Derek had "complicated feelings about the Jeep" but it should definitely be Eli's.

So like Derek was in love with Stiles huh? Like he saved Stiles's jeep, when Stiles himself abandoned it. He tried to make it run smoothly and when he couldn't he kept it under a tarp at the junkyard to not be driven but not to be scrapped either. And then his son would regularly steal it solely to piss Derek off. Derek himself said it was just to make him mad. And then when Derek died, Sheriff Stilinski gave the keys to Eli and said he should have it and that Derek had "complicated feelings about the jeep" but it was Eli's. Derek was definitely in love with Stiles and I just.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hellooo! Love the blog,long time fan. I have been looking at this fic for ages, it was sterek and someone was deaged by a witch.at the end she is like a grandma sorts of thing and Isaac decides to be a kid l,being Derek and stiles their parents

Hi @sourwolfiehale! @hedwig221b says it's this one.

Of Puppy Piles and Sugar Dreams by StarShineForMe

(16/16 I 37,728 I Mature I Sterek)

In which Isaac and Scott get de-aged, the pack must learn to bond and protect their own, and Derek ("Dewek!") and Stiles ("Sti-ewes!") are mates...even if it takes them forever and two toddlers to realize it.  

“Oh, God.” Stiles buries his face in his hands, water dripping down his wrists.

“What? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Derek whips out a towel, wrapping it around Stiles’ forearms, pulling them away from Stiles’ body so he can look them over.

“I’m fine,” Stiles says, a little blankly. Erica and Boyd have set Issac and Scott back onto the floor, tickling them both into fits of giggles. He huffs out a noise that’s not quite a whimper, not quite a laugh. “Just wondering when the hell I ended up in my very own episode of ‘Teen Mom’.”

[ash-mcj]

From the Darkness Comes a Spark

i'm rereading the previous fic in my series to get in the headspace for continuing the current one, and i'm gonna share some of the notable/favorite passages lol

Stiles pressed a button and Creep by Radiohead filled the room. As the music started, Stiles began to sway back and forth on his feet. He turned to Derek with a faux seriousness and serenaded, “When you were here before...couldn’t look you in the eye.” 

Derek raised an unimpressed eyebrow at his antics, but Stiles somehow took it as encouragement to walk towards him. He scooted away a little as Stiles got closer to the bed.

“You’re just like an angel,” Stiles sang, putting his knee up on the mattress as he began climbing onto it. “Your skin makes me cry.”

“Shut up,” Derek laughed.

“You float like a feather,” Stiles continued, dramatically throwing himself across Derek’s lap as he sang into his fist as if it were a microphone. With the other hand, he reached up and attempted to touch Derek’s cheek—but Derek swatted it away before it made contact. “In a beautiful world.”

“Get off.”

“I wish I was special. You’re so f— ah!” Stiles’ singing was abruptly cut off by a yelp as Derek tossed him off of his lap and onto the ground.

For a few seconds, Derek was able to enjoy the music without Stiles’ painfully-terrible singing contribution. But then—

“But I’m a creeeep!” Stiles all but shouted, jumping back up onto the bed. “I’m a weirdo!”

Derek snorted. “Understatement.”

Stiles was a hyperactive human with werewolf behaviors and absolutely no sense of self-preservation—who had no qualms about standing up to alphas, wrestling with werewolves, or befriending the pack’s most aggressive and reclusive member. Weird, to say the very least.

Stiles had the audacity to look scandalized for a moment, as if he could even try to contest the accusation, before holding up his fist to Derek’s face. Derek shook his head and pushed the hand away, because there was no way in hell that he was singing into a pretend microphone. Stiles just brought it back towards his mouth and gave him a silly, hopeful smile—and those damn pleading eyes that somehow always drew out a yes from just about anyone he used them on.

The kid had to be magic or something.

“Derek!” he urged. “You gotta sing, so I can play the instruments!”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Derek.”

“No.”

“Derek!”

Those freaking eyes.

“I wanna have control,” Derek grumbled out the tune with a very put-out expression on his face. “I want a perfect body.”

“Yeah, muscle wolf!” Stiles cheered, spastically moving his hands as if he were drumming along to the beat with a pair of drumsticks.

“I want a perfect soul,” Derek sang, his frown melting at the corner into a lopsided grin. “I want you to notice.”

The two of them took turns singing the verses until the song ended and Stiles burst out laughing as he leaned into Derek’s side.

“I don’t know about you, Der, but if you’re asking me—”

“I’m not.”

Stiles punched Derek’s shoulder. “We sounded exactly like Radiohead.”

“Yeah,” Derek said monotonously. They definitely sounded nothing like Radiohead. “Especially your drumming.”

“I’m so glad you think so, too. I wasn’t gonna say anything, because I didn’t want to hurt your feelings, but my drum skills were definitely the best part of our concert.”

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Thoughts on rivalling lawyers Sterek AU? Like, state assigned defense attorney Stiles (the free "you have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you" kind) and expensive law firm, hired by the richest of the rich, prosecutor attorney Derek and they keep ending up on opposite sides of some of the same cases?

The true enemies to lovers, the common person vs rich dude.

Derek is from a family of lawyers, and from the time he could speak he knew he wanted to be just like his mother, who started her own firm. Raised rich. Each member of his family is very competitive, each with their own rich S.O. Derek is currently dating (tw) Kate from the agent family 🤢

Stiles on the other hand, came from a single parent household. On a cops salary. He saw the inside of the judicial system. At first he wanted to be a cop like his father, but once he saw an innocent man go to jail, he changed his mind.

Derek had been a lawyer for five years (i know nothing about lawyers) before stiles joined the scene. And from then on they become very competitive rivals. Derek makes fun of stiles for helping criminals get off, when his father is a cop. Stiles makes fun of Derek for being a “paid whore” and that the criminals that Derek gets off are far worse than the ones stiles does.

This all comes to head when they are at a bar together and have a one night stand. Stiles cannot believe that he was someone’s mistress. Derek on the other hand is reeling in shock, as he’s never had such a connection with Kate or any passed girlfriends.

Derek tries to forget. He goes home and fucks Kate through the night. He feels nothing, nothing compared to Stiles. He knew that him and Kate weren’t soulmates but the fact that there was no feeling anymore made him forget his attraction. He breaks up with Kate the next morning. It’s horrible, they’re both screaming at each other and so on. It’s the whole “I only dated you for your money and for your families name”. Derek although has little to no feelings for Kate, is devastated at the news that someone was only with him for the money. He looks at the people surrounding him, friends and such and starts cutting out his fake friends. He realizes that Stiles was a little correct about his lifestyle, so instead of trying to forget, he seeks Stiles out at every opportunity.

Stiles on the other hand tries so hard to stay away from Derek.

It doesn’t really work.

They continue being forced to work against each other. This lead to Derek fucking Stiles in the bathroom of a courthouse, a blowjob, and three hurried handjobs. Not in that order. This leads to infrequent dates and such. Their relationship becomes hot and cold, sometimes it’s sweet and other times it’s straight up toxic.

Unfortunately, these boys could not communicate healthily at all. Then comes a bid client for Derek and his families firm. After this one big case that Derek loses to stiles, he gets pissed. He lost his family the client, and on their date that night he takes it out on stiles, saying “it’s ironic that you called me a paid whore, when you come when I call” or something along those lines. Stiles breaks up with him immediately and tells Derek that he can’t believe he was thinking of making their relationship official, especially if that’s all Derek thought of him.

Derek is shocked completely at watching stiles cry, even worse at losing the chance to call stiles his. He tries to apologize but stiles won’t hear it and leaves. Derek is still in shock and doesn’t react until the gets home and sees the coffee that stiles bought in his apartment. He breaks down at the thought of losing someone who truly cared about him, at losing stiles.

He send stiles gifts as a way to apologize, but each on gets sent back. He can barely catch of glimpse of stiles outside of work. When they are in court stiles is down right ice, there’s no more banter.

And once again a big company client, a medicine brand hires the hale law firm. Stiles represents the people suing for damages. This time unfortunately, stiles loses. He goes down to a bar to down out his sorrow, and Derek finds him. He tries to apologize, tell him that he changed. Stiles gets pissed. He laughs, something dark and cruel not believing a single word he says . And then stiles lays into him, telling him that all he wanted to do was help people. Those companies that Derek represents would barely feel the pay out, but those people today had their lives ruined.

He tells Derek that he could never be with a man who sees no problem with that. Derek is falling apart, his sister try and console him. Kate comes back and tries to get him to sleep with her again. He tells her off. But to everyone else it looked liked they left together.

It’s as if the universe hates Derek as, Stiles and Derek don’t even interact as they no longer have cases that go up against each other. It takes a month and a half until Derek sees stiles again. At Allison and Scott’s wedding.

Derek sees stiles dancing with someone else. Stiles tells him that he has no right to be after getting back with Kate. Cue the angry confessions!!!

“BECAUSE IM IN LOVE WITH YOU”

They get back together, this times talking it very slowly, glacier slow. Allowing them to really get to know each other rather than relying on the intimacy of sex to base their relationship on. When they finally do have sex again, it’s six months into the relationship and is much more soft than before They dally madly and deeply in love with each other. And together they start a firm with each other later on.

The end ✨✨

Honestly I had no idea where I was going with this, but I hoped you liked it.



[jade-bright]

Big brother Stiles (+Derek) with little Malia and Jackson

Stiles: Okay puppies, there are 206 bones in the human body, but! I’m gonna teach you how to dislocated someone’s body in 230 ways-

Derek: Stiles, they're kids!

Malia & Jackson:

Stiles: Oh yeah! You’re right.

*turns around for a few moments before turning back with puppets over his hands*

Stiles, in somewhat a kermit voice: Hi kids! We're going to show you how to dislocate someone's body! Let's start with the Clavicle region. Do you know where that is?

Derek: Oh my god

———*after a while*———

Peter: Wait what did you teach them?

Stiles: There are 206 bones in the human body...

Peter: Mischief! They're CHILDREN! *turns to the kids*

Peter: If you are fighting an opponent your age pups, there may be up to 270 bones in the human body. Children's bones ares still fusing together. Here is how you can use that....

[overlycaffeinatedgalaxy]

I’m sorry but the way they made it canon that Derek Hale loved Stiles Stilinski after one of them ghosted the show and the other is killed off in the most heinous way possible is such 2013 Sterek fandom treatment like…

It is truly as though Jeff Davis sat down and told himself, “I’m going to fuck these insolent little shits as hard as possible a decade after my own relevancy and I’m going to pretend like it’s a beautiful metaphor.”

Like my dude, we get it, you have never had an original thought and spite fuels you, but this is just a level of clownery heretofore unseen even for Teen Wolf, and that’s fucking saying something.

[imagine-sterek]

lol I was about to send in an imagine about Eli being a leash kid then I remembered I sent in another leash imagine where Derek and stiles were both leash kids.

lol I’ve been doing that a lot lately I think I’ve run out of imagines.

Stiles and Derek swore they’d never put their kid on a lead, but they never expected Eli to be even worse than they were. They backpack buddy—a backpack that looks like a dog but it’s tail serves as a leash. But Stiles and Derek don’t get the chance to hold onto it—Eli won’t let them: He likes to hold onto the leash himself. But when he has the backpack buddy on, he doesn’t wonder off. He stays with his parents, but he has to hold his own lead.

[buckybarnesss]

Do you have any sterek or teen wolf fic recs? I've seen so many fics completely warp the characters (which fair enough they're having fun). It's just not my cup of tea so I've given up on going through the tags

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