#sterek short drabble

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

I was going to do a text post of a sterek incorrect quote;

Derek: I have the urge to do something stupid.

Stiles: I’m stupid. Do me.

But a different idea struck me, and I had to write out a little scene.

…

Derek sat in the armchair, the light from the window bleeding over his shoulder and illuminating the pages of the book that lay open in his lap. He let out a deep breath, shutting the book and blurting out, “I have the urge to do something stupid.”

“I’m stupid. Do me,” Stiles replied without thought, not taking his eyes off the screen of his laptop that was balanced precariously on his stomach as he lay upside down on the couch.

Stiles froze, his eyes widening as he realised what he’d said. His cheeks flushed red, but he wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or from the blood rushing to his head.

“What?” Derek said, his tone stretched thin and edged with anger.

Stiles opened his mouth to say something but the words died on his lips as he sputtered and shrugged as if trying to brush it off.

“Stiles, you are not stupid,” Derek growled.

Stiles blinked rapidly, stunned by Derek’s words.

Derek continued without hesitation, “You’re one of the smartest people I know. Clumsy and uncoordinated, yes, but not stupid. Don’t say that; don’t even think it! You’re not stupid, Stiles, and I don’t ever want to hear you call yourself stupid again. And I wouldn’t do you; that’s just—”He screwed his face up in disgust. “—ugh. No. No way. You deserve better than do. Dear god, I would make love to you. I would hold you in my arms and Melt as I feel the warmth of your body against mine. I trace the curves of your naked body and utter your name like a prayer. I would kiss you until I had no more breath in my lungs, and even then, I wouldn’t dare stop. I would not do you.”

He huffed out an angry breath as he sat back.

Stiles stared at him, his eyes wide and a dumbfounded expression on his face.

A moment later, Derek’s brain caught up with his mouth. Realisation hit him hard. A rush of heat coloured his cheeks bright red.

“I… I mean… I…” he stammered, unable to find any words.

Stiles stared at him, still looking like a deer caught in headlights. “Okay.”

Derek’s brow furrowed as he looked at Stiles, utterly confused.

“What?”

“Okay,” Stiles repeated.

“Okay?” Derek echoed questioningly.

“Okay,” Stiles said again.

They stared at each other for a moment, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

“Okay,” Derek said after a while.

They tore their eyes away from one another, their faces twisted with perplexed expressions as they processed what they had said.

Silence settled over them.

“You still got that urge?” Stiles asked abruptly.

Derek glanced back at him, meeting Stiles’s gaze. “What do you have in mind?”

[triskhellion]

First & Last Lines / Writing Patterns

tagged by @dear-massacre 🖤 & @renmackree 💙!

Combining these since I'll be using the same posted fics for both because I tend to bounce around on my unpublished fics/chapters and am not sure of the order including those.

Rules:

Post the first and last lines of the last 10 fics you worked on. WIPs are allowed! / List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Gingerly: 2k, Sterek, teen (complete)

First: Stiles began working on his magic over the summer, but didn’t tell anyone because he wanted to have something impressive, or at least reliable, to show when he was inevitably asked to demonstrate. Last: It seemed like he was going to show off his tattoos after all.

Anticipation (Chosen 5): drabble, Sterek, mature

First: He lifted a hand to his throbbing mark, unsteady from the new and intense sensations coursing through him. Last: Daunting.

Mine (Chosen 4): drabble, Sterek, teen

First: Derek stilled as his senses expanded and were overwhelmed all at once. Last: Mine.

Mouth Stuff: 1.7k, Sterek/pre-Steraac, teen (complete)

First: The scent of intense irritation wafted over to where Derek was reading in his favorite chair.  Last: And if he had an interesting dream about both of them that night, well, it was no one’s business but his. 

Acceptance (Chosen 3): drabble, Sterek, teen

First: “…Mieczysław.” Last: A hungry mouth trailed kisses over his marked skin before fangs clamped down.

Answer (Chosen 2): drabble, Sterek, teen

First: Derek listened to the rabbiting heart of his intended over the white noise of the heater. Last: "Yes." 

Chosen: (Chosen 1): drabble, Sterek, teen

First: Stiles could tell from the size of the bite on his neck that he was in trouble.  Last: “I think you know.”

15 Shades of Red: 20.8k, Sterek, explicit (WIP)

First: His cool, calm, and collected demeanor was at odds with the anxiety and anticipation roiling inside him.  Last: M — Stilinski — had just entered the room, his room, and he was incensed.

Legs: 4.3k, Sterek, explicit (complete)

First: “Thank fucking God,” Stiles muttered to himself as the key finally turned in the lock after jiggling the damn door until everything lined up just right.  Last: And no matter who came in first, he was going to win either way.

Hunter, Dragon, Wolf: 1k, Sterek, mature (complete)

First: Every decision — theirs and yours — has led to this.  Last: Entwined.

Consider yourself tagged if you want to join in!

[plumbwolf]

Love this one.

"'He's' a mimic," Derek said, for what felt like the eleventh time.

"Yeah," Isaac said. "We know?"

"I think we should keep it." Erica suggested. Unhelpfully. "It's way better than Jackson. Jackson sucked."

She broke opened a pack of travel-bread and broke it into five equal pieces.

"We are not feeding that thing."

"Don't be rude, Der."

His pack had barely even glanced at the treasure chest squatting at the mouth of a side tunnel. Jackson had almost said something before Erica rolled her eyes and kicked him. "Seriously?"

But Jackson had pouted, and lingered behind, staring back at the big chest of treasure like it wasn't the world's most obvious trap.

He'd fallen so far behind that there'd been no time to react at the sound of a thump and a cut-off screen. By the time they'd turned back around the corner, 'Jackson' was standing right there, calmly picking a bit of meat out of his teeth.

They'd let the mimic stick around just to see what it would do. And what it had done was follow them around all day like a puppy until they made camp. Then it had disappeared into the shadows to 'just take care of this whole evacuation thing in private, lol'.

"It's been really helpful, though. You saw how it knew that big spider's weak point. And it dissolved that gelatinous cube with, like, three mushrooms and some cave fungus."

Erica elbowed Derek in the ribs. "Don't even act like you're not dying to swap poison recipes with him, you giant nerd."

" . . . you realize its just waiting for us to let our guard down so that it can ambush us and eat us, right?"

"Oh, It definitely wants to eat Derek."

Derek glared.

Boyd shrugged. "It was staring at your ass the whole time you were fighting that gorgon, man."

"See? It likes us."

"I do!" a totally new voice cried from the darkness. "And I'll grow on you, I swear."

The mimic had stopped looking like Jackson. Now it was slimmer, lither, tall with long limbs and eyes that didn't glow quite naturally in the light of their stacked sun rods.

A pair of gemstones gleaming in the darkness.

It was almost like a baby animal, with its fuzzy, shorn head, stumbling towards them on the legs it wasn't quite used to.

Derek was having a hard time looking away from its mouth. Because that's a predator, he told himself, sternly. He doesn't have a pretty mouth. You do not want to bite it.

The mimic collapsed into a seat at the far side of their makeshift camp and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "You guys sniffed me out, huh? Look, cards on the table. This dungeon is the pits, actually, and I'm looking for a change. And here you are, with a free spot in your party."

"Because you ate the last person in it," Derek grumbled. Erica wasn't wrong. Jackson had been the worst.

Erica, also the worst, passed the mimic a share of their very limited rations.

"Oh my god, is this bread? I've heard rumors about this shit. So, anyway," the mimic stuffed the whole piece into his mouth at once and kept talking, "you can call me Stiles. Holy shit, this tastes so good."

*                                  *                                  *

"Is everyone clear on the plan? We dirty ourselves up, get the money from the steward first, and then we go to Jackson's father and inform him of his son's very heroic death-"

"-while making it clear that we're trying to politely cover up the fact that he got himself killed walking into an acid pit or something-"

"-and then we get out quickly and return to where Stiles is waiting with the horse."

Stiles looped his arm through Derek's and smacked a wet, toothy kiss on his cheek. "It's a great plan, babe. I can't wait."

The new employee is clearly a mimic attempting to fit in. Everyone is aware of this, but the mimic is just so innocent and precious that they just accept them.

[fandommadememad]

It's my summer break! For the last 2 months, I've been writing a lot and hope to continue doing so. I have a Big Bang that I'm working on, but I hope to get some smaller things written and posted.

Here's a list of prompts for drabbles or short fics. Give me a prompt number, and I'll write it.

Fandoms & pairings I write:

Hawaii Five-0: McDanno, ReyRei, McWilliams (MaryAnn McGarrett/Matt Williams)

Teen Wolf: Sterek, Jackson & Stiles BFF

The Librarians (gen)

Leverage (gen)

NCIS (gen)

I think that it's. I've been trying to branch out more.

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

Writing Patterns

Thanks for the tag, @quackquackcey (x)! It's been a hot minute since I've posted something (because I'm going at my own pace and self care is a nice thing), so this going to be me mainly dipping into a mix of drabbles and fics from last year and early this year. Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern! >> xiii. I’ll Surrender (Sterek; T, 100, from Darkness was before the light drabble series)

A shiver runs down his spine as soft lips kiss his neck.

>> xxii. Simply Because (Sterek; G, 100, from Darkness was before the light drabble series)

Derek finishes up with the Jeep when the bell in the reception area jingles.

>> xi. A Quiet Truce (Sterek; T, 100, from Darkness was before the light drabble series)

Living in his blanket cocoon seems like an awesome idea right now.

>> x. Back Again (Sterek; G, 100, from from Darkness was before the light drabble series)

He’s never been crazy about holiday events.

>> Closer to the Edge (Stackson, M, 2k)

When Isaac finally found everyone next to the tree near the back entrance, Stiles wasted no time sliding off of a low branch and jumping onto the grass.

>> Dancing Shadows From Behind (Sterek, T, 500 w/ art)

There’s no way they can escape the warehouse alive.

>> The Walls Came Crashing Down (Sterek, T, 4.2k)

He really should have asked for more backup.

>> Feel You Breathing (Sterek, E, 8.4k)

You still up?

>> Should Have Known (Cho/Padma, G, 200)

"You didn’t have to get me anything."

>> What It Takes (Daphne/Padma, E, 200)

It’s a beautiful sight.

My conclusions: Teen Wolf took over the second half of last year, and I guess deductions, observations or dialogue are what I like to start with for opening lines. It also makes sense that drabbles have short lines, because WCs are precious! Also, my preference is to usually start things ambiguously in the first line before tapping into character mention and PoV right after. Of course, case by case. Huh...interesting!

Tagging (no pressure, this is just for funsies): @sinnabon-cosplay , @serenaew , @shealynn88 , @elisedonut , @siriusly-sapphic , @outtoshatter , @raisesomehale , @zaharya , @coffeedrgn87 , @lumosatnight , @hey-flynn , and anyone else who wants to join in!

[sterek-stuffs]

Bring your hunger

Derek was used to tragedy. Used to waiting for the other shoe to drop. He was tired. This, he decided to enjoy.

Wrote a little sequel for the @sterekunhinged event! Hope you guys enjoy it!

The dangerous one

Despite the wolfsbane coursing through his body, Derek snarled. "You're going to regret this."

The wind picked up. The trees started shaking. The sky grew dark as foreboding clouds coalesced above them. The hunters still looked impassive, but Derek could smell their growing anxiety, soon to be overpowered by the scent of ozone.

The screaming began when tree roots started writhing, holding onto the hunters' ankles, climbing up their legs, piercing their flesh and holding them in place.

Suddenly, everything went still and a low voice could be heard. "Hey, Sourwolf."

Derek smiled, feral.

His mate had come for him.

[sterekmylove]

Derek Doesn’t Like Pranks [Young!Sterek]

Stiles is 17 as Der is 16

Pre-Relationship [Not Dating Yet]

Mention of Blood

Drabble.

A/N: I genuinely think Derek actually doesn’t like pranks though.

—

Derek who’s hugging Stiles hiding his face in the crook of the other teens neck. Stiles gently rubs Derek’s back trying to ignore the pain he felt from how hard Derek was hugging him.

“Come on Sourwolf… it was funny.” Stiles tries to poke a little fun at. Feeling guilty, Derek grip gets tighter popping a knot in the center of Stiles back— a grunt leaving him.

Derek mumbles against Stiles skin, his breath tickling him. To anyone else they wouldn’t have understood what the Teen wolf was saying but luckily Stiles speaks Mumble, especially when it comes to Derek.

‘No it wasn’t.’

Stiles stays quiet for awhile— then sighs.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to scare you, I thought you would’ve—“

“I didn’t” Derek grits out.

Stiles did a prank for Halloween, Stiles was currently covered fake blood and gashes all over his skin. His completion pale from makeup.

Stupid special effects.

Long story short. Stiles pretended to be dead on the floor after he had called Derek telling him he had something cool to show him.

Stiles has gotten better at his special effect makeup and Derek reaction showed it— a little too well. Stiles won’t tell anyone. But seeing tears in the young werewolves eyes broke him, and the way his voice sounded hurt and furious fucked with stiles more.

Derek wasn’t one of many faces but that face is one he rather not see again as cliché as that sounds.

[johnslittlespoon]

20 questions for writers

thank you @triggerlil for the tag!! <3 i'm so late omg but this was FUN, first tag game i've done that's more author than writing snippet/drabble related :-)

tagging @air-exec, @counting0nit, @don-humes-tiny-shorts, @eternallytired17, @hauntingcontradiction

@nicijones, @bucking-mustangs-with-wings, @swifty-fox, @mangokittokatsu, anyone else who wants to! i love reading tag games like these, it's nice to learn more about the ppl behind all the brainrot :')

questions & answers below the cut! x

how many works do you have on ao3?

12!

what's your total ao3 word count? 50,182 wtf i only made my ao3 in january lol

what fandoms do you write for?

i've written for lotssss over the past decade, but my current ao3 is just saltburn and masters of the air fics :-) for the sake of this tag i'm just gonna stick to my mota fics in my answers tho since yk. mota blog lol

top 5 fics by kudos?

i don't wanna be alone tonight – buckbucky breathe me in (exhale slow) – buckbucky you're a dog (i'm your man) – buckbucky you put your arms around me (and i'm home) – buckbucky four–by–four – buckbucky

do you respond to comments?

every single one <33 i take a long while sometimes because i get too lost in the actual writing or i get overwhelmed by the kindness lol but i always always respond eventually :')

what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

definitely i see you in the daytime (i hear you at night), my first fic for masters of the air actually that spawned as a way to vent my feelings after the dreaded third episode lmaoo </3 thought that would get those boys out of my system, and i couldn't be happier to have been more wrong <3

what is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

ruh roh this kinda made me realize all my fics have some sorta melancholy/bittersweet ending even when they're hopeful... yad(iym) is gonna fix me fr (i think). but i guess the fuse to my fire since curt lives and the three of them are curtbuckbuckying indefinitely <3

do you get hate on fics?

i have in past fandoms but not here thankfully bc i am sensitive LOL. i've had weirdo anons that bitch about john bottoming (and i don't think those people realize it makes me inclined to write even more sub and/or bottom john to be petty SJGDK) but i wouldn't consider that hate, just bad fandom etiquette ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

do you write smut?

YEAHHH BABY <3 that's like. 99% of my drabbles/brainrot posts here and it takes serious self control to not just constantly write pwp oneshots, it's too much fun!! finding the balance in my chaptered fic for how much nsfw is too much is such a journey too lol, i wanna cram a spicy scene into every chapter but the part of me that adores slowburn over any other trope reins the gay brain in </3

craziest crossover?

haven't written any as of yet, but i do have my leaving!bikeriders au that i'm hoping to turn into a chaptered fic this summer, and that's exactly what it sounds like– buckbucky, but yank parts of callum's character from the leaving series and parts of austin's character from the bikeriders to create a buckbucky modern au. :-)

have you ever had a fic stolen?

i'm sure back in the wattpad days of the early '10s lol but none that i specifically remember!

have you ever had a fic translated?

in past fandoms!

have you ever co-written a fic before?

perhaps @curtsbigspoon and i cooked up like. 15k words of buckbucky thigh fucking etc months ago that i just need to get around to cutting down/editing >:-)

all time favorite ship?

i mean for me it's always a ship from whatever media i'm fixating on, so right now any variations of curtbuckbucky and cattonquick are everything to me <3 but in terms of ships that'll always have my heart, i can't ever let go of drarry, pricefield, clexa/murphamy, sciles/sterek– any from media i consumed during formative teenage years lol. but i will say i have never created anywhere near as much content for any other fandom as i have for mota :')

what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

for once i actually have none that i see myself abandoning! i would notoriously abandon wips in past fandoms and probably would still, but guess who finally got on adhd meds last month after years of waiting? this guyyyy. i can start projects... and enjoy them the whole way through... and not get frustrated and trash them... who am i

i mean tbf i have at least a dozen wips that i've gotten either a few paras or few thousand words into lol but then a new shiny idea grabs my attention, but i do think i'll end up finishing most if not all of them off eventually! once i've invested enough time/words into a wip, i feel way more motivated to finish it so i'm not 'wasting' my efforts.

what are your writing strengths?

i feel most confident when i'm writing dialogue over anything else. writing conversation–heavy scenes or just straight up porn is when i overthink the least lmaoo

what are your writing weaknesses?

oh god, definitely having to spell out what's going on in a character's mind. like, i know what they're thinking as i'm writing out scenes; i can feel their emotions and all. i just have such a hard time putting it into words in a way that doesn't feel too obvious/overstated, if that makes sense. i very much prefer to show rather than tell their emotions, but sometimes it's hard to get that right, and i agonize over solo scenes the most, when i can't show what a character is feeling by way of verbal conversation with another character.

thoughts on dialogue in another language?

no specific opinion! sometimes it's cool to read/write, mostly i don't really have an opinion one way or another :-)

first fandom you wrote in?

lmfaooo i'm pretty sure it was either for olddd youtube ships or frerard ngl. not sure which came first bc i wrote so much at once

favorite fic you've written?

you're a dog (i'm your man) has been such a labour of love for me because i care so much about doing it justice :') so maybe that one, but if unfinished fics don't count, i actually wrote breathe me in (exhale slow) in one rushed four–ish hour sitting and was kinda neutral on it until i got a completely unexpected burst of kind and beautifully worded responses, and then i felt a tiny bit proud <3

[oldfangirl81]

Ask Game questions

I cheated and chose two, but you can ignore one of them if you'd like.

for sterek!

12. 💘 and 20. 💖

12. A fic you couldn't stop reading once you started: This was hard so I'm doing two. The first is crossover with Marvel that I love that fucks with canon so much in creative ways starting with making Stiles the younger sibling to Tony Stark.

And this one Laura is still alpha and Derek has a daughter. Derek and daughter move next door when they come back to Beacon Hills. I love kid fics and this grabbed me quickly.

Into The Open Air: Acherona, trulywicked (Link will work if logged in)

20. a drabble that made you want 100k more words: I tend to rarely read short fics, that's only changed some in the last year. But this was a little under 6000 words but never fails to make me giggle and want more puppy vs pack adventures.

Or this one is under 4,000 and has Stiles having dinner with the Hales. I cackled every time I read it.

[sterek-ao3feed-archive]

Interference

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55061983 by Goddess47 Stiles was furious. Words: 100, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Scott McCall (Teen Wolf) Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: sterek drabbles, Sweet and short, Established Relationship, Bad Pack Alpha Scott McCall (Teen Wolf) read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55061983

[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.

[sterek-ao3feed]

Feral

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/56195212

by quelling

Sometimes my muse screams at me to write something right now! This was one of those times.

It's just a short, dark drabble of murderous, avenging husbands. So here's some feral Sterek for you.

And thank you, @patolemus, for being so willing to read & look over whatever craziness I send your way. 💜

Words: 507, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Dark, Death, Loss, Murderous Mates, Pack Family, Pack Death, When the Hunters Become the Hunted, Multiple Deaths

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56195212

[swordsandsunglasses]

Sterek Valentine Week 2019, Day Seven; Be Mine?

it’s a thursday afternoon and they’ve bot left bed at all yet, lying curled into one another, hands on skin, legs entwined. derek takes stiles’ hand in his own, marvelling at how small it is in comparison - at how perfectly it fits in his, and he links their fingers, gently pulling it to his lips. he lies there, just looking into his lover’s eyes, holding his hand against his lips, and he smiles shakily, eyes a little wet. “be mine?”

stiles raises an eyebrow, chuckling a little. “i already am?”

derek shakes his head, “no, i mean, will you marry me, stiles?”

a litany of ‘yes’s pour from stiles’ mouth and he climbs on top of his boyfriend, “of course, sourwolf.”

derek leans up and stiles leans down and neither of them reach for the box in the drawer, for now the ring can wait, he just wants to kiss his fiancé silly.

and he does.

[backinteenwolfhell]

Escape Room

@sterekdrabbles

Teleporting was very disorienting, especially when you didn’t do it under your own power.

Stiles had been heading for his front door and then he had appeared here. Wherever here was. Somewhere dark and cold, maybe a basement room.

He heard a groan; someone else was here.

“Hello?” Stiles put out a hand and stepped forward. His foot hit something and he crouched down, feeling around. He found an ankle, and a leg, both thankfully attached to someone’s body. There was another groan.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Don’t ask stupid questions.”

Stiles knew that voice, unfortunately. “Hale?”

“Great. McCall’s minion.”

[mojoflower]

Stiles lifts his head and squints, blearily, at his environment.  It’s.  Damp.  Dark.  Cold.  And smells of mildew and soft, rotting wood, and some kind of fust he associates with rat droppings, although really, he’s not sure he’s ever been around rat droppings, so what would he know;  but still, rats exist, and they’d no doubt love a nasty, dank hole like this, so he’s probably right.

His mouth is so dry he can feel the sandpapery barbs on his tongue, like a cat, and his lips are cracked, which is just.  Irritating.  Stiles closes his eyes again to have a good think about the sitch he finds himself in, but maybe falls asleep for a little while instead.

He might dream of rats, scurrying around his legs, nudging cold little noses under his knees and dragging their wormy, naked tails across his hands.  But he couldn’t swear to it.

[sterekshaven]

Derek woke up from pain in his shin, and he groaned and turned around.

“Cold,” Stiles mumbled.

“You kick,” Derek grunted.

“You steal the covers.” Stiles crawled closer and put an arm around Derek.

“Well, maybe I don’t want to be kicked out of bed without them.”

“Too much hostility, come back, snuggles instead,” Stiles said.

Derek realized he had the cover wrapped around himself, leaving none of it for Stiles. He flopped around a little to get to his back and the cover out from under him. “Sorry.”

Stiles immediately latched on to Derek under the cover. “Mm, snuggles.”

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