I wrote a Short Sterek fic
Anyone is welcome to read, or if you wanted to turn it into a thread let me know. I'm going to tag some of the Dereks I follow.
Stiles moved past the foot of the bed slowly, the floorboards giving a bit under his weight. They creaked happily with attention, and they brunet’s spine in turn straightened at the noise. He didn’t sleep alone any longer and it had left him hyper aware of each and every sound his room made, especially when you shared a bed with a wolf.
Stiles didn’t mean that phrase in the powdery sense of the word; no imagery or ironic symbolism being used to describe his lover. He literally spent endless full moons in the company of Derek Hale—werewolf. There had been a time when Derek had been the Alpha of Beacon Hills, as short lived as that might have been. Still, early school mornings meant that Stiles was left to fumble around in the dark at God awful hour before class. Since high school had ended, the teen had graduated onto college and carried on happily in his classes. It was a blessing to have someone to stay at home while he was out at school; he had spent years living with just his father, and while he couldn’t trade that for the world, it was a nice break to come home and have someone there. The only real problem it posed was the fact that Stiles had to be extra careful when waking up in the morning, and not to start the wolf. He hadn’t succeeded yet.
“Stiles?” Derek asked as the floorboards creaked and he lifted his head from the pillow. His tone was deep and gravely with sleep as he rolled onto his back, squinting through the darkness to the foot of the bed.
“Yeah, just me.” Stiles replied, able to see the elder’s ears perk when there hadn’t been a prompt reply. They had lived through too much death and betrayal not to wake at the slightest of sounds, and with super wolf hearing… well, one could only assume Derek spent most of the night awake. The dark haired male seemed to settle though at the younger’s reply, sitting up slightly and giving him a sleepy grin. Stiles returned the look and shifted his weight, climbing back onto the mattress. Well, if he was awake anyways, he might as well, right? The teen crawled up the mattress to join the other, falling next to him , shaking the bed slightly.
“School time,” Stiles explained, knowing that Derek’s sleepy brain was bound to catch up soon. “I know,” the elder replied, opening his arms slightly and allowing the teen to lean against his chest. Stiles could still remember that no less than a few months ago the reply would have been grumbled to him instead of sweetly mumbled; his arms would have remained closed and his eyes squeezed shut with the will to sleep. Many things had changed since they had first met, hell, since last month things were still changing. The brunet still liked to bask in the morning glow though, even if it meant a rather sleepy Derek. “You can go back to sleep.” The teen suggested, knowing he had to get ready and leave soon and was only anticipating on wasting another five minute or so rolling around in bed.
“No, I’m awake.” The werewolf yawned; masking it as best he could as he reached to rub his morning scruff into the younger’s neck. Stiles sighed at the reply, knowing the elder would force himself awake and make breakfast, or attempt to help around the house some before he left for school. Derek still wasn’t comfortable being left alone in the Stalinski house while Stiles was out, he usually left for his own place in the between hours, welcoming the teen for dinner or coming over after the Sherif and his son had eaten. He was rather cautious not to encroach on father-son time, even though Stiles was sure he would be more then welcome to join them both. Still, the teen was grateful for the consideration on his boyfriend’s part, even if he wished he would get some more sleep in the morning. “Just stay in bed, its fine.” Stiles tried again to prompt his boyfriend to enjoy a bit of a lay in. He tried to sooth the elder a bit, brushing his hair back gently and letting him close his eyes. “Stop that,” Derek instructed, loosening his grip on the younger, “I’ll fall back asleep and you’ll never get to school.” Stiles mumbled in reply and kissed the man on the cheek before tumbling out of bed once again. He crossed the room into the bathroom, not turning even though he felt the elder’s eyes on his back. He decided to shut him out of sight and mind while he got ready he got ready for class, taking extra-long in the shower to wake up before stumbling back into his room. Stiles didn’t pay much mind to the emptiness of the room when he came out, instead taking his time to dress and brush the last of the water out of his hair before continuing downstairs. His dad wasn’t up yet, no doubt trying to sleep in after a late night patrolling Beacon Hills. He stayed quiet as he made it downstairs, the heavy smell of coffee and toast hitting his nostrils as he reached the bottom step. “You are an angel.” The teen was saying before he even got into the kitchen, looking to find the dark haired male cooking on the stove stop. He smiled at Derek and fetched two mugs from the cupboard. He poured two cups of coffee and set them aside, bringing over the already buttered toast on their breakfast plates to the stove side and kissing the elder on the back of the neck. “Thank-you.” The brunet mumbled into the other’s skin, letting him finish as he breathed in his lover’s sent. Stiles had always enjoyed that Derek and himself were almost the same height; it allowed him to hug, kiss and cuddle with ease. It secretly always made him feel like he retained a bit more of his manliness as well; Derek being too strong for his own good, superhuman, six years older and able to grow a beard in no amount of time. He watched as Derek dished the eggs onto their plates coupled with the toast, and brought them to the kitchen table. He followed happily, sitting across from the elder and scooting in. “I have such a beautiful housewife.” The teen teased, shooting the elder a grin and getting a roll of the eyes in return. He helped himself to cream and sugar for his coffee, digging in quickly to the piping hot food and sipping happily at his drink.
