what about some good ol' domestic fluff
I’m really hungry rn so I wrote about breakfast, also Mille is featured because I love her so much. Seriously, guys, check out this pup
“Mmm… Something smells good,” Stiles announced as he strolled into the kitchen, running a hand through his messy hair. Their puppy, Mille, galloped after him into the room, skidding to a hasty stop at his feet, nearly colliding with the back of his legs.
Derek looked up from the griddle, a plastic spatula in his right hand. He smiled widely at his fiance, who was yawning, and succinctly explained, “Thought you might like some chocolate chip pancakes to celebrate your day off.”
“You would be right,” Stiles claimed with a beaming grin, his stomach rumbling in anticipation as the smell of chocolate and freshly brewed coffee hit his nose. He took a couple more steps into the kitchen, Mille following him like a lost duckling that had imprinted on him.
She did end up bumping into his leg when he stopped beside the kitchen island, resting his hip against it.Chuckling, he reached down to scratch under the puppy’s chin, bending over to kiss the spot of white on her forehead.
Straightening up, he crossed the room to the pantry, opening it and rifling around for the bag of dog food. Mille danced around his ankles, yipping in excitement when she heard the sound of Stiles scooping up some food.
She followed him over to her food bowl, tail wagging as she skipped around, still barking. As Stiles filled her bowl, he addressed Derek, “Maybe we could take her for a walk later. She could use the exercise.”
He smirked as he wandered over to Derek's side, joking, “And she always gets me plenty of phone numbers.”
“Wow. Really, babe? Using our puppy to pick up cougars in the park?” Derek tsk-ed, shaking his head in disapproval as he pursed his lips. Stiles had to hand it to him, he really did have the disappointed dad look down pat. It would definitely come in handy when they had kids.
“Yup,” Stiles answered cheekily, laying his head on Derek's shoulder and coyly batting his eyelashes. “You don't mind, right?”
Derek set down his spatula on the counter and turned down the heat on the stove. A moment later, he had Stiles in his arms, spinning him around a few times before setting him on and counter.
He braced his palms on the counter on either side of Stiles’ hips, leaning in close to bump their noses together. Pressing his forehead against Stiles’, he murmured, “Guess again. Something like that deserves punishment.”
“Oh my god, please tell me you're gonna spank me,” Stiles blurted, setting his hands on Derek's bare chest, drawing circles with his thumbs. His face was flushed from laughing so hard when Derek spun him around, his pale face blotchy and red.
But Derek just shook his head, a devious smirk curling his lips that were just out of Stiles’ reach. He leaned in close, as though he was going to kiss Stiles, but just before their lips could meet, he declared, “No bacon for you.”
send me a theme and I’ll write a 500 word fic for it!
