You both like Sterek.
After a run in with a witch, and a flash if dangerous magic due to a sassy mouth, Stiles was stuck as a two year old child. He had then been made to stay with Derek in the loft, since his dad didn't know about the whole "werewolf/supernatural" schtick. He was currently crying after Erica had taken his favorite blanket and put it somewhere high, using the excuse, "He's a big boy and needs to act like one." He was sitting on the ground, rubbing his fists furiously against his eyes with loud cries of, "Dewek! Dewek!" His little hands would switch between wiping the fat tears and reaching needingly to the shelf, his body draped in one of his normal shirt, which was more like a dress to him now. ((If we lose each other, don't be afraid to message me at catgirlnya@yahoo.com, please.))
Derek heard the cries of Stiles, he knew he should just finish his shower and let Erica handle it, but it was going straight to his heart remembering when his younger siblings would do exactly the same thing. He sighed softly and washed the shampoo from his hair quickly, and tying a towel around his waist and walking out the door into the living room. "Erica, what are you doing? He's a toddler, with the emotions of one." He told her with an annoyed expression as he picked Stiles up and held him to his chest and grabbed the blanket and handing him his blanket. "It's okay, Stiles. See blanket?" He told him.
Stiles looked up to Derek with big, wet brown eyes and a tiny little quivering chin as he was picked up, but when he was given the blanket again, a happy giggle slipped up his throat and his small fists gripped at the soft plush. He huddled against Derek with a happy noice before looking to Erica and sticking his tongue out at her. She growled at the toddler, who then made a soft whimper at the older woman scaring him. Stiles buried his face in Derek's chest to hide from her.
Derek held him close again, running a hand down his light brown hair. "Erica, stop it. He's not seventeen anymore, he's two. Stop it." Derek growled out flashing his eyes at him as he pressed his lips to Stiles' forehead and held him closer, cuddling him. He looked down at the boy. "Stiles can I get dressed? I promise Erica won't steal your blanket again." He explained as he looked over at him with a sweet smile, wanting to relax away his upset little pack mate.
She backed up a bit and looked away in submission, nodding as the other growled at her. She looked back up to the pair after Derek looked away from her and back to Stiles. Stiles sniffled and looked up tomDerek before he nodded and giggled happily, a small hand reaching up to touch and press at his smiling face and cheeks. He held his blanket close and protective as his sadness and fear melted away against Derek. "Dewek.." He cooed happily.
Derek smiled at Stiles and nipped his little fingers teasingly as he nuzzled his face against Stiles' letting him feel his rough stubble. "So, can I put you down Stiles, or am I going to have to figure out to get dressed with you attached to me." He teased as he shifted Stiles so he could adjust his towel, he would rather not flash Erica and Stiles, at this moment. He pressed another kiss to Stiles' forehead.
Stiles squealed happily at the feeling of Derek's scratchy stubble against his baby soft skin and he looked back up to him, grabbing his cheeks. "Wit' Dewek." Stiles giggled happily. He was just a baby, having lost his silver tongue and quick wit and been replaced with the vocabulary of a two year old, that was as good as it was going to get. He didn't want to be left with Erica.
Derek sighed and turned to Erica. "Erica look I'm just going to take him, You can go home or hang here, alright." Derek told her as he pressed her shoulder gently in a show of affection. He smiled at Stiles and held him closer and yawned a little. He had been pretty annoyed with Stiles and the witches to begin with, but now he kind of liked it. Especially since all Stiles wanted to do was be with Derek and snuggle him, which was a nice change of pace. Thought he would be happy when Stiles went back to normal.
Stiles was happily leaned against Derek's chest as he was carried by the larger. He had closed his eyes to relax a little but hearing Derek's yawn in his ears, he opened his eyes and looked up to him before reaching up and touching his cheek lightly. "Nappy time..?" He asked softly, holding his blanket closer to himself. Stiles liked nap time, because usually if he asked right, he could have nap time with Derek, and that was his favorite nap time.
Derek nodded as he walked into his bedroom and set Stiles down on his bed and walked to his dresser and pulling out clothes, he knew he should probably dress in the bathroom or you know set Stiles' up and have him sleep in the guest room, but he liked that Stiles would sleep against him and would be quiet and would be there with him in case anything happened. He dropped the towel and got dressed in some comfortable clothes before laying down on his bed. "Yeah, nappy time. Want to sleep with me?" Derek asked as he opened his arms for Stiles to come.
Stiles was just a baby, but if he had been his normal seventeen year old self, he would have definitely cat called or something, but if he was, Derek would not be dressing with him in the room. He looked to Derek when he laid in the bed with him and he smiled happily as he crawled over to Derek's side and settled against his chest. "Yeah!" He giggled happily and nuzzled his chest.
Derek held Stiles close, and pressed his lips to the two year old's head. "Stiles, do you still have old your memories from when you're older?" He asked as he held closer and grabbed a blanket and wrapped the two of them in the blanket and turned to cuddle into ZStiles, wanting to protect him from everything.
Stiles looked up to Derek with eyes that were a little droopy, eyelids slipping to hang down over them as he cuddled against the warmth of Derek's chest. He yawned softly and buried his face against Derek's chest. "Dewek..." He mumbled sleepily, holding to the older male and his blanket. The little boy had vague memories of everyone, pictures, small visions, but he didn't remember them, not really.