idk if youre taking prompts, but just thought id throw one out for a fluffy christmas fic? either way i love you and your writing! <3
Stiles woke up alone in bed on Christmas morning. He reached out to his left for Derek, but the spot was empty, causing Stiles to frown and his brows to furrow in confusion. āDerek?ā Stiles calls out.
Guessing he was just downstairs making breakfast or watching TV or something, Stiles gets out of bed with a yawn, stretching as he does so and causing his shirt to ride up on his stomach, exposing his happy trail.
When Stiles gets downstairs, he heads to the right to their kitchen, and when he gets there, his jaw drops at the sight before him. There Derek stands in just his pajamas with a fucking apron over them, surrounded by breakfast food, enough breakfast food to feed at least eight or nine people.
"Whatās all this?" Stiles asks, causing Derek to turn from the stove with a jump, spatula in hand. "What, did you just wake up and decide you felt like feeding a small country?" Stiles chokes.
Derek smiles. āAh, no. Last night I invited everyone over for Christmas breakfast. They said yes, so I had to get up early to make it.ā
"I didnāt even know you could cook more than toast." Stiles says in wonder. Heād been living with Derek for four years now, and Derek had never made anything for himself or others that wasnāt so easy to make. if it went beyond pouring cereal or making toast, or putting together some noodles or anything like that, Derek didnāt make it. Stiles usually did all the extravagant baking or cooking.
Derek smirks. āSeven years into our relationship and weāre still learning things about each other. See, we havenāt become a boring old married couple just yet.ā
"Right. Of course." Stiles nods, walking further into the kitchen. For the past year and a half or so, Stiles had been making some noise about marriage, possibly, maybe, if Derek wanted to as well.
But Derek always turned that down with a wince, saying that while he loved Stiles more than anything, he just didnāt get the whole marriage thing, didnāt see the point of it. And so Stiles always let it go, kept his thoughts on it to himself. Because as much as he wanted to get married to Derek, he wanted to just be with Derek more. He guessed they didnāt really need to be married for that, so. That didnāt change the fact that whenever Derek made comments like those, whenever he teased Stiles about it, it made him tense up, made him weary, unsure. But Derek always assured Stiles that he no desire to get married anytime soon. Just a joke. Ha ha.
"But anyway." Derek smirks. "Just because I donāt like to cook and bake, doesnāt mean I canāt."
"Why didnāt you ever tell me you could cook, huh?" Stiles says, walking over to Derek and poking him in the side.
Derek just shrugs. āMaybe I wanted to surprise you one day, catch you off guard so I could see that look on your face.ā
"What look?" Stiles asks.
"That look of shock, of wonder, of surprise and happiness. It makes me happy." Derek murmurs, smiling at Stiles who turns into a big blob of goo at that and leans into the kiss Derek plants on his lips. "Happy Christmas."
"Mmm, you too." Stiles murmurs back, licking his lips to chase the taste of Derek on his lips.
"Everyone will be arriving in about an hour, so you should get ready and everything while I finish up in here.""Okay." Stiles smiles, pecking Derek on the lips quickly before leaving the kitchen and Derek to his flipping of the pancakes in order to shower and get dressed.
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Scott and Allison showed up first, followed by Stilesā dad and Melissa, who gave Stiles a hug and a kiss on the cheek respectively in greeting. Derek had already set out all the food, and was currently upstairs getting ready for their guests himself.
Isaac, Lydia and Danny showed up soon after, and Stiles led them all to the dining room where plate after plate was filled with breakfast food, such as pancakes, eggs, bacon, omelets, french toast and so on. Derek had gone all out, and he must have got up at the crack-ass of dawn to get it all done.
Stiles felt proud of Derek at that moment, and rewarded Derek with a big sloppy kiss when he came into the dining room, dressed in jeans and a dark red sweater and looking amazing in his outfit as always.
"Mmm, what was that for?" Derek murmurs when Stiles pulls back.
"For being you. You know, perfect." Stiles smiles, kissing Derek again, ignoring the roll of Derekās eyes. Whatever, Derek might not think he was perfect, but he was perfect to Stiles, so Derek would just have to deal.
"So Derek, you made all this?" John, Stilesā father asks as everyone sits down, their plates filled with food.
"Yep." Derek smiles, moving over to get his own plate of food, and Stiles has no choice but to follow him.
"Well itās really good, thank you." And the rest of the table choruses John.
"Youāre welcome." Derek smiles, and he kisses the back of Stilesā head as he walks past, making Stiles blush and smile down at his plate. Derek still, after all these years, gave him the warm and fuzzies. It was ridiculous how Derek made Stiles feel so alive and wanted and loved, and warm, content. Thoughts of marriage flew through Stilesā head once more, but he shook his head to dispel those thoughts. He wanted Derek more than anything, and Derek never wanted to get married. End of.
Walking over to his spot next to Derek at the table, he let himself get immersed in conversation with everyone, and at one point felt Derekās hand against his thigh - and Stiles could tell it wasnāt meant to be sexual in that moment, just a comforting, warm hand that Stiles gladly took, interlacing their fingers. Stiles smile widened when he saw Derekās own smile form on his face.
"So, howās work, Stiles?" Scott asks at one point.
"Great. We had this robbery case just this week, and we had the guy who did it in lock up when he tried to escape, and on his way out he ended up tripping, knocking his head into the wall and knocking himself out." Stiles snorts as everyone snickers. "Yeah, wasnāt too much of a criminal mastermind."Ā
"The towns been quiet the last few months. Itās nice." John, who was still the Sheriff - and Stiles sometimes got ribbed on at the station because his father was the Sheriff.Ā
Beacon Hills had always been a hotbed for disaster, especially after Scott, Stiles and Allison sacrificed themselves their junior year of high school to save their parents. They had only made everything worse, had made more creatures flock to the town, made the risk of them all dying a horrible death even greater than before, but it had been work to save their parents, Stiles had always felt that it was worth it. He didnāt know what heād have done without his father. Heād probably be the half the mad he was today without him.Ā
So yeah, their lives werenāt even close to normal, but it was their life. And everyone was used to it. A witch in town? Oh, just another tuesday in the life of the Beacon Hills pack.Ā
They always fought them, always won. No matter what.Ā
"Yeah, it is." Stiles agrees with his father, nodding.Ā
"So." John starts, leaning his elbows on the table as he shifts forward, focuses his attention on Derek. "Howās the editing going?"
"Great. I just finished editing a book, and it should be out in bookstores within a few months."
Conversation continued, and it was light, happy, and Stiles and Derek never let go of each otherās hands throughout the whole breakfast.
Afterward, everyone moved to their living room to exchange and open gifts, and there was laughter, teasing, groans of embarrassment, and Stiles couldnāt be happier.
"Hey, Stiles." Derek says as everyone started to gather up the ripped wrapping paper from the floor, and starts to get ready to leave.
"Yeah?" Stiles murmurs from where heās wrapped in Derekās arms on the couch, his head resting on Derekās shoulder as he smiles contently at all his friends.
"You wanna marry me?" And Derek says it loudly enough that everyone in the room hears it. They all pause as Stiles freezes, tenses up, his eyes going wide.
"What." Stiles chokes out, and he canāt move, canāt find himself to twist his face to look at Derekās, and he doesnāt really see anything or anyone in that moment, because his brain just short-circuited.Ā
"Wanna marry me?" Derek repeats, murmuring into Stilesā eyes, his breath causing Stiles to shiver, to gasp as he finally breaks out of his shocked state and turns his head sharply to Derek.Ā
"What." Stiles squeaks it this time, his wide-eyes now focused solely on Derek as everyone in the room waits to see what happens on baited breath.
"I said, do you want to marry me?" Derek says with a soft smile, bringing a hand up to Stilesā cheek and stroking it.
"I know what Iāve said." Derek murmurs. "But I changed my mind."
"Wh-how, when, why?" Stiles sits up, his legs tangling even more with Derekās as he does so.
Derek shrugs as he says simply, āI realized that what I want most is for you to be happy, and getting married will make you happy.āĀ
"But not you?" Stiles murmurs. He doesnāt want Derek to marry him just to make Stiles happy. He wants Derek to want it, too.
"Of course it will make me happy. Iāll be with you the rest of my life, how could I not be happy about that?" And someone in the room "awwās" and Stiles canāt think straight, canāt believe this is happening.
"Y-you-youāve always said that a piece of paper and a pair of rings wouldnāt change anything, so what was the point. Thatās what youāve always said." Stiles breathes.
"Yeah, well, I see now that itās more than that. Itās making a commitment. It choosing each other, choosing who we want to be with the rest of our lives. Itās showing, telling everyone that weāre it for each other, and that thereās no one else. And yeah, weāll sign a paper, and weāll get rings - unless you donāt care to - and weāll have both our names on the deed to this house, and any future house we may have, and weāll share everything. Weāll be partners. I see that now. And I want all that with you. I love you more than anything in this world, Stiles. And I choose to spend my life with you."
Stiles feels tears sliding down his cheeks, and there are more āawwāsā floating around, but otherwise the room is quiet as they all wait for Stilesā answer.Ā
"Fuck, I love you. Yes, yes, of course I will marry you, Derek Hale." Stiles breathes, and surges forward to kiss Derek full on the mouth, throwing his arms around his shoulders.Ā
Everyoneās cheering and clapping, and Stiles wonders if they knew what Derek was going to do before he did it. But any thoughts go out the window when Derekās tongue slips past his lips into his mouth, and Stiles moans.
Then everyone groans and grumbles about heading out to leave the now newly engaged couple to celebrate.Ā
Stiles laughs, breaking the kiss but not breaking eye-contact with Derek. āShut the door on your way out!ā
"Ugh, just remember I donāt want to hear about it at all, Stiles!" Scott calls.
"Yeah yeah!" Stiles calls back, twisting around in Derekās arms to plasters himself on top of Derek as they situate themselves so theyāre laying down fully on the couch.
"Thanks for breakfast!" John calls out, and then the door shuts and the only sounds filling the house are Stiles and Derekās moans and the smacking sounds of their kisses as they start to shed their clothes.
Earlier Stiles has said he couldnāt be happier, but he was wrong.Ā
Right then, in that moment, as Stiles and Derek made their way upstairs and fell onto their bed, completely naked, the promise of marriage in the not-so-distant future -
Right then, there with Derek as he slipped inside Stiles, that was the moment Stiles couldnāt be happier.
HI JUST WANT TO SAY I LOVE 12 CUPS I DONT WANT IT TO END IN 2 CHAPTERS OKAY BYE sorry for shouting ahhaha
WOW HELLO! SHOUTING IS FUN.
A) I squeaked when I got this message. Have all the internet hugs.
B) YOUāRE IN LUCK! There are actually a few scenes that I want to write because I feel bad I didnāt have as much of the coffee shop experience in the story as I would have liked (and because Iām attached now).
Soooooo Iām planning on doing a quick little sequel called Extra Cups with little scenarios and such after I finish the last chapter. (P.S. If there are any request for scenarios in that universe, by all means shoot me an ask).
THANK YOU AGAIN BTW. I love messages, especially really great ones like this.
hiiiii! any idea when next chapter of 12 cups will be up? <3
Hello! Iām working on it right now, but I havent been feeling well this past week, so it may be a few more days, but it will be soon, I swear! Sorry about the wait! <3
sorry i think my reply disappeared, but in reply to your post about your pills, as someone that has been on antidepressants for 4 years, i can tell you that even though it sometimes feels like youre giving up by taking them, its so worth it, and one day youll realise how thankful you are that you did take them <3
I still got it, but this works too :3
I know they're going to help, and that's exactly why I asked for them. But I have this mentality that it's okay for everyone else to take them because they need them to get better, but I can do it all by myself. I know I can't, and I know it's not a weakness but it's something I convinced myself of at a young age and I haven't been able to shake the mindset.
These are technically antidepressants but they're meant to help with the anxiety I've been dealing with for the past year and a half. I probably shouldn't have waited so long to get them :\
but thanks for this, cause it's always nice to know you're not alone in dealing with a struggle of any kind, even if it's just taking a couple pills.
