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31 Days of Derek Hale

Day 01: Headshrink

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Alpha werewolf Derek Hale stalked into the decrepit room where Stiles was hiding. He eyed the human curiously, wondering why Stiles was staring intently at some old looking book, only to wave his hands sporadically at an empty Coke can.

Stiles sharply exhaled through his nose and then shot one hand forward, gritting his teeth with the movement.

Nothing happened.

“Damn it,” the human cursed to himself.

“What are you doing?” Derek asked, trying to hold back his smirk. He kept his usual scowl plastered onto his face to hide his deep admiration for the hyperactive human.

Stiles jerked back and then blushed when he saw the werewolf eyeing him. “Um,” he muttered quietly, rubbing the back of his neck nervously, “Deaton said that he saw a ‘spark’ in me, so I’ve been trying to test it.”

Derek let his tough guy façade crack for a moment, his bushy eyebrows rising in surprise. “Really?” he pressed, taking a step forward, leaning in so close to Stiles that he could smell his cologne. “I used to have a pack member who had a spark. Maybe I can help you?”

Stiles’s face broke out into a large smile, making Derek’s heart flutter. “That’d be great!” Stiles practically cheered. He leaned in closer to the werewolf, showing off the spell book that he’d been studying. “I’m trying to use this shrinking spell to make the can smaller.”

Derek tensed up at the closeness, unconsciously leaning in even closer to the human, nearly engulfing him in his bulk. Although he denied it outwardly to anyone who asked, Derek had a serious thing for Stiles, and after years of repressing it, their physical closeness was too tempting to ignore. Hence, Derek leaned as close to Stiles as he could, glancing over his shoulder at the book.

“Just focus your mind on what you want to shrink,” Derek breathed, so close to Stiles’s ear that his breath wafted over the human’s face. He smirked when he saw Stiles’s skin break out in goosebumps.

Stiles gulped. “O-okay,” he stammered.

Derek couldn’t help but preen at the effect he was having on Stiles, so he decided to up the ante. He leaned in even closer, his stubble brushing up against his face. “Focus on the image in your mind,” he whispered, his lips so close to Stiles’s cheek that he could just give one little—

POOF!

Derek felt like the room was spinning, as if it were on some sort of hydraulic system. He stumbled back, his vision full of stars. Once it cleared, he stared up at Stiles who only gazed back with wide, stunned eyes.

“What happened?” Derek asked, flinching when he heard his voice. It had shot up several octaves, sounding like he was some cartoon chipmunk. Derek made a move to clutch at his throat in surprise, but froze when he looked at his hands, which now seemed to be the size of dinner plates. His hands were massive; and when he frantically looked around at the rest of his body, the rest of him was just as large. His pecs appeared to jut off unbelievably far in front of him and his shoulders were crazily broad.

Stiles paled, but then quickly grew red. “Um, well I guess I can shrink stuff after all?” he cheekily muttered.

“Shrink?” Derek demanded in his squeaky voice. “I’m huge! What are you talking about?”

Stiles bit down on his lip and held out his phone for a second, taking a quick photo before turning it around for the werewolf to see.

Derek’s stomach fell when saw that his body hadn’t grown, his head had shrunk. Instead of its normal size, his head was now about the size of a baseball, looking comically tiny atop his muscular frame. “You were supposed to shrink the can!” Derek growled, his squeaky voice completely eliminating any threatening tone to his words. “Not my head!”

Stiles held his hands up in front of himself in surrender. “You told me to focus on an image in my head, and then you kissed me!” he blurted. “So… unfortunately, I thought of you.”

Derek just smoldered, irritated that the very second he made his move, his head shrank. “Just turn me back then!” Derek huffed.

“Y-yeah! Totally!” Stiles said as he frantically flipped through the magic book. “Just gimme a sec, and then we’ll have you back to normal. I mean, hey, if you want, I can also make something else bigger on you too?” He eyed the werewolf knowingly, offering a playful smirk.

Despite Derek’s irritation, he couldn’t help but feel his shoulders relax the smallest bit. “After you fix my head,” he agreed. “And only if I get to try its new size out on you.”

Stiles flipped through the book at a much faster pace.

The guy took a little bit to notice that his head had shrunk, and when he finally did, he kind of liked how big it made his body look in comparison!

"When the producers first shrank my head, I was a little nervous," Tyler squeaked into the microphone, his voice perpetually sounding like he'd been sucking on helium. "But now, my tiny head makes my muscles look HUGE! I love it!"

Oh wow! I stumbled upon this post from my old Tumblr! This one was fun to make haha!

HeadShrinking Shenanigans

After playing around with the apps on his phone, Alex Crockford laughed at the photo-altering app which made his picture look like he had a really tiny head. However, after he closed the app and looked in the mirror, the stud was shocked to see that his reflection had the same tiny head as the morphed image. In his panic, Alex accidentally dropped his phone, breaking the screen in a way that he couldn’t unlock it and fix himself…

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Luka Dončić was blissfully unaware of the curse one of the players on the opposing team had placed on him: For every point he scores, his head will get slightly smaller. It wasn’t until he heard the laughing from the fans in the audience and saw his picture displayed on the large screens that he noticed what had happened to him.

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[Small continuation of https://ultram0th2.tumblr.com/post/680563795540803584/you-already-knew-this-was-cuming-but-alex]

Poor Alex Lederman was holed up in his house, trying to get used to living with a shrunken head. His depth perception was all off, making everything seem further away than it was, and it was all the more difficult maneuvering his bulky body. But worse was how his sexy baritone voice had morphed into a cartoonish squeak that made him sound like chipmunk.

“This is bullshit,” he squeaked in his helium-esque voice as he stared in the mirror at his warped proportions.

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“Look, Man, you proved your point,” the personal trainer squeaked in his small voice. “I shouldn’t have tried to scam you. Now please change me back!” He gestured at his baseball-sized head with a buff arm, the juxtaposing sizes making him look all the more ridiculous.

The magical client scoffed as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, we’re not done yet,” he smirked. “Why don’t we go show off your new form to everyone else out on the floor? Then maybe after a few months I’ll consider changing you back.”

The personal trainer sighed, defeated; and he followed behind the client, his tiny head already turning red from the impending humiliation.

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“What the fuck?!” my roommate cried out, his voice having shot up several octaves as he stared in horror at his tiny head that looked completely out of place atop his buff physique. “You said that the steroids wouldn’t shrink anything!”

“No,” I corrected him, “I said it wouldn’t shrink your junk. I didn’t say anything about your head.”

“Whatever,” he chirped, “just give me the damn antidote so I can fix this. I can’t go walking around with a shrunken head!”

I paused, confused. “…antidote?”

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The hunky officer handed the driver the speeding ticket. “Now just be sure to drive the speed limit from now on,” he said in his bass-filled voice that oozed authority.

The driver, scowling, snatched the ticket away from him and turned to stare daggers at him. “Cranium emarcesco!” he spat before speeding away.

The officer felt light-headed for a moment as a tingling sensation washed over him. It quickly passed and he shook his head, confused about what had just happened.

“Fuckin’ freak…” he muttered to himself, wincing when he heard his voice sounding like he’d been huffing on helium. He cleared his throat. “That was weird… What’s wrong with my voice?!” No matter how much he coughed or tried to clear his throat, the officer was panicking as he couldn’t stop sounding like a chipmunk.

He hurried to his patrol car and once he caught sight of himself in the rearview mirror, he couldn’t stop himself from screaming high-pitched. 

His head was at least four times smaller than it should’ve been, looking like it was about the size of a ripe orange. Its tininess made his shoulder look ridiculously broad, and apparently it was the cause behind his cartoonish voice.

“What the fuck happened to me?” the officer cried as he stared in horror at his shrunken head.

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Photos 1-2 by squiresk, 3 by lkuijvenhoven, 4-6 by yah_japan, 7 by jiroiguchi, and 8-10 by gancw1