Pairing: Derek Hale x kid!reader, Scott McCall x sister!reader,
Word Count: 1,024
Warnings: none.
@automaticgothcloudsalad :This is a really odd request I know but could you please do one where the reader is like 3 and someone’s little sister who has the entire pack wrapped around her finger. She most specifically seems drawn to Derek of all people who is his usual grumpy self and tries to get her to go away but she won’t and draws a picture of him and gives it to him and he completely melts and gives in. Just super fluff please. Ilysm
I’m sorry if this isn’t how you might have wanted it, but I hope you enjoy!
Even at the young age of five, (Y/n) McCall knew she had the entire pack wrapped around her tiny little fingers. Each and everyone had the inability to abstain her cuteness. Whether it was her older brother, Scott giving her all the hugs she wanted. Stiles telling her stories, using exaggerated hand motions and getting her to laugh. Lydia spoiling her with toys, even when it wasn’t her birthday or Christmas. Kira carrying candy specifically to give to her whenever she saw her. Even Malia couldn’t resist her.
One thing nobody could quite understand, is why she was so drawn to the broody moody Derek Hale. It seemed to be (Y/n)’s favorite past time to bug Derek, and every single time she saw him she wrapped her arms around one of his legs and wouldn’t let go until someone physically pulled her off. Overall Derek Hale seemed to be her favorite person.
So when Scott came up in a pickle, with his mom at work and his friends requiring him elsewhere, he found himself asking Derek for help.
“Babysitting.” Derek repeated after Scott and Stiles showed up at his doorstep. “You want me to babysit.”
“Well technically it’s toddler sitting if you really think about it.” Commented Stiles, earning a grimace from Scott and a death-glare from Derek. “What? I’m just pointing out the obvious.”
“Please, Derek. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t need to.” Scott begged, turning his attention from his best-friend to Derek. Derek looked at Scott, contemplating, his arms crossed and a permanent scowl written across his facial features.
“Fine.” He spoke reluctantly, He pointed his finger at Scott. “But you, you owe me.” Scott nodded frantically.
The two boys returned an hour later, little (Y/n) in tow. Scott thanked Derek for the fortieth time, and then they left. Babysitting was not something Derek was totally fond of. Upon seeing Derek she immediately wrapped herself around his leg.
“Derek!” She called in her childish voice. He had to rip her from his leg bidding goodbye to Scott and Stiles and making sure they’d be back at the time they said.
For the first half hour it was quiet. Derek worked on something while (Y/n) played with some toys she had brought from the McCall household. Derek suddenly felt a tug on his pants. He turned his gaze from whatever he was working to gaze at the girl, smaller than half his leg.
“I’m hungry.” She whined. Derek grunted, setting his objects on the table and getting up and ambling towards the kitchen, little girl in tow. What do little kids even like to eat?
“What do you want?” grumbled Derek. The little girl paused for a moment, thinking.
“Cereal!” She practically shouted.
“Cereal?” Derek questioned. She nodded vigorously, a toothy grin never leaving her face. Derek obliged, taking out a box of Fruity Pebbles and fixing her a bowl of cereal.
Another half an hour went by before (Y/n) tugged on his pants again.
“What?” He grumbled.
“Will you play with me?” She questioned batting her big eyelashes at him, giving him the puppy dog eyes.
“Not right now. Go play with your toys.” He shooed a bit harsher than he intended.
“But, I don’t want to.” (Y/n) complained.
“Well then-” Derek started, eyes sweeping for something for her to do. They landed on a pen and a pad of paper. He got up and reached for them, clicking the pen and handing them to her. “Draw me a picture.” The girl smiled her big toothy grin again and nodded.
Derek watched as she returned to the spot on the floor where she had been playing previously and begin drawing. A small smiled fell on to his lips, hoping she would be distracted for a while.
About twenty minutes later, she appeared in front of him. In her hand was a a picture. She shoved it towards him, a proud smile across him face. He gingerly took it, examining the messy child drawing. There were two stick figures, scribbly lines representing grass, a sun, and what he assumed to be a tree. Next to the smaller figure was an arrow with “Me” and next to the taller stick figure was “Derek” written “Darrick” in sloppy hand writing. Both of the stick figures were smiling, despite Derek almost always having a scowl on his face.
Derek couldn’t help but smile at this point. He’d never had a child think of him so highly, they were mostly scared of him. “Thank you.”
“Will you play with me now?” Asked (Y/n) sweetly. Derek had given up his gruff, apathetic persona at this point.
“Okay.” Derek spoke, placing down the drawing on the coffee table. “What do you want to play?”
“Hide’n’seek!” (Y/n) exclaimed.
Derek counted first. The game of hide’n’seek continued for about an hour. Derek had forgotten what it felt like to be young. It was all fun until (Y/n) tripped, busting her lip on the floor of the flat. Derek scooped her up as she began to cry, resting her on the couch.
“Shh,Shh,” He cooed. “It’s alright.” (Y/n) calmed down after a moment, and Derek got to work cleaning her wound.
After a while she had tired, and had worn Derek down completely. He collapsed on the couch, exhausted. He startled as (Y/n) climbed up onto the couch, snuggling in against Derek.
“Derek will you tell me a story?” She questioned sleepily.
“Sure.”
And so Derek rattled off a fictional tale of a princess being saved by a prince. After a moment, snores erupted from the child and a breath of relief escaped him. Eventually, without thinking, he fell asleep.
When Scott arrived well past the place-time he was supposed to pick (Y/n) up, he expected yelling. Anger. What he didn’t expect to find when he unlocked the door was Derek asleep, (Y/n) curled up next to him.
“Wow.” Commented Stiles breathlessly in a not-so hushed whispered. “I can’t even get her to sleep when I watch her.”
“Shh.” Scott said, scooping up (Y/n) into his arms. “Maybe we should get him to babysit all the time.”
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