Ohh, how about A13 (Speaking against skin), B4 (Cabin), and C10 (Happiness)! ♥️♥️♥️
Thank you for prompting me! ♥♥♥
I realized while working on this that the world being the way it is today is heavily impacting my abilities to write and what I feel about my own writing. I don't love this, but it's finished, so I'm posting it anyway, and I'm hoping that if I keep writing and manage to post something else too, it might, idk, get easier.
The prompt comes from my prompt generator that I posted last night.
Summer cabin
ao3
590 words | Gen
characters: Derek, Stiles
tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski Deserves Nice Things
“Babe,” Stiles whispered against Derek’s shoulder. “Cozy. Love.” Just quiet whispers, his lips brushing Derek’s skin with each word. “Sweet cheeks. Love of my life.” He was practically vibrating with happiness, and Derek smiled against his pillow.
“Mm.”
That small sound had Stiles’ heart beating faster, and Derek wanted to turn around, put his nose to his neck and breathe all that happiness in.
“Are you awake?” Stiles asked softly, his lips still brushing Derek’s skin.
“Mm,” Derek said, shivering, smiling so widely his cheeks nearly hurt with it.
“Babe.” Derek was almost surprised Stiles managed to be still and so quiet with how excited he was. “You do know where we are?”
Derek grinned, as if he could forget, then he stretched lazily and rolled to his back, wrapped his arms around Stiles and pulled him close. “I do know where we are,” he said, his voice morning rough, and Stiles beamed at him.
“How are you so calm? I’m so excited I don’t know what to do with myself,” Stiles said, his voice still soft, and Derek turned towards him and pulled him even closer to hide his smile against his chest.
“It’s morning,” he said, pressed a soft kiss to Stiles’ skin and spoke against it, “Early.”
Stiles tried to pull back, but Derek held him in place, kept his face against him.
“Dude,” Stiles said. “I can feel you grinning against me.”
“No proof,” Derek said, and Stiles laughed softly.
“You are allowed to be happy, you do know that, right?”
“I know,” Derek said. He loosened his grip and let Stiles back up, watched his face when he saw Derek’s smile, watched his smile turn beaming at the sight of Derek happy. “You keep telling me.”
“Are you actually learning?” Stiles asked.
“I’d say so, yeah,” Derek said. He yawned and tucked himself back against Stiles, but that time Stiles wrapped his arms around him, trailed gentle fingers over his back, ran them through his hair, and Derek groaned softly. “It’s what this is about, right? No responsibilities, just us, happy.”
Stiles actually vibrated a little at that, and his breath hitched as he tried to contain his emotions, like they would explode if he didn’t. “Yeah,” he said softly.
-
Fifteen minutes later, they were sitting in their little summer cabin’s kitchen, eating breakfast. Stiles hadn’t stopped smiling — not that Derek had either — and he kept reaching over to touch Derek, his hand, his face, just gentle little touches that felt like pure love. Derek wasn’t sure how he didn’t combust himself, being as happy as he was.
The lawn was in desperate need of mowing, the flower beds were more weed than flowers, there were paint buckets and wallpaper and tools everywhere, along with their boxes and furniture.
Two months. Two full months of just them and their new cabin. There wasn’t much that needed actual renovating, but they were going to spend two months fixing it up, two months of painting and lazing in the sun, of trimming hedges and going to the little lake and swim, of putting up new wallpaper and sitting curled up together on the couch in the evenings, of unpacking their things and sleeping in their tiny little bedroom. Two uninterrupted months of just Derek, Stiles, their cabin, and their happiness.
Derek leaned closer to Stiles, pressed their shoulders together and slowly sipped his coffee as he listened to Stiles excitedly talk about everything he wanted to do that day. It was going to be a good summer.
Number 11 for the ask thingy, please and thank you! ♥️
11. Weirdest thing you’ve ever written/thought about writing/etc.?
I.... HMMM.... I think probably the time traveling threesome? I’m.... not real out there with my ideas guys, I like tropes and happy endings and mildly kinky sex, there are no surprises here.
Summary: It has a lot of sweet memories, and some not so fond. But its favorite story, the one it will whisper to the leaves at night when the moon is bright and full, is the story of the wolf who fell in love with the human.
Ohhh, can I combine for the fluffy asks? If so, numbers 23 and 17, please and thank you! ♥️♥️♥️
I hope you want some sap because that’s what you’re getting xD Thank you for prompting me, and I hope you like this tooth-rotting thing =D ♥ (for the Fluffy Holiday Prompts)
A good tradition ao3 - pillowfort
1914 words | Gen characters: Stiles, Derek, Claudia, Sheriff Stilinski, Laura, Talia, Peter, Cora, Original Hale Characters tags: Fluff, Sappy, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Everyone Is Alive, AU - Childhood Friends, Tooth-Rotting Fluff
Claudia cupped Stiles’ cheeks.
”Relax, honey,” she said, and Stiles took a deep breath, tried to relax. ”You’ve met them a million times, it’s just Talia and her family.”
”I know,” Stiles said. ”That doesn’t make it less terrifying, I know them, I know how protective they are of him.”
”And you know that they adore you,” Claudia said. “You know they trust you.”
Stiles nodded and took another deep breath as John came up behind Claudia and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Talk some sense into our son,” Claudia said and grinned when Stiles huffed.
“Don’t worry about it,” John said, and he sounded so genuine. “Talia might be one of the most powerful alphas on the west coast and known to be ruthless when it comes to protecting her family, but your mom is right, she does adore you. Just don’t fuck up and you’ll be fine.”
“I hate you, dad, so much,” Stiles said, smiling.
The doorbell rang, and Claudia pulled Stiles close to press a kiss to his forehead.
“You’ll be fine, honey,” she said softly, and Stiles smiled at her.
“Thanks, mom.”
“Call if you need me to come to arrest anyone,” John said. “And I promise I’ll avenge you if they kill you.”
“Still hate you, dad,” Stiles said as he hugged him.
He hurried to the door, took another deep breath before opening it. His smile was immediate when he saw Derek standing there, dressed in a button-down under his leather jacket, smiling nervously.
“Hi,” Stiles breathed.
He didn’t know he’d ever get used to dating Derek. He had known him since they were kids, had been in love with him for something like ten years when Derek haltingly and shyly asked him out just a couple of months ago.
“Hi,” Derek said softly. He looked over Stiles’ shoulder. “Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Stilinski.”
“Hi, sweetheart,” Claudia said. “See you tomorrow.”
Derek gulped and nodded. Seeing him look absolutely terrified of the prospect of celebrating Christmas with them actually relaxed Stiles, and he stepped into his shoes, pulled on his jacket, and picked up the bag with gifts, then he smiled at Derek.
“Ready?” Derek asked.
“Let’s do this,” Stiles said.
Laura opened the front door as Derek parked, her smile huge, and Stiles swallowed nervously.
“Ignore her,” Derek said. “She’s gonna be annoying today.”
“I can’t really ignore her,” Stiles said. “She’s gonna be my alpha.”
“Yeah, in like ten years, you can ignore her today,” Derek said.
“Ugh,” Stiles said, and Derek smiled at him and took his hand.
“It’ll be fine,” he said, “they already love you.” He looked at Laura, or, glared really, and she beamed at them from the door. “Even if they’re annoying as fuck.”
“I’m super nice!” Laura yelled loud enough for Stiles to hear, and he laughed.
“Whatever you say, Lulu,” Stiles said, and Laura’s snarl had him laughing more. “Okay, I think I’ll be fine.”
“I know you will,” Derek said. “Ready to go inside?”
“Might wanna wait for Laura to not be pissed at Lulu anymore,” Stiles said. It was a nickname she had when she was a kid that she for some reason started to hate in her teens. Using it even when she was 27 had her frowning and huffing about it. Stiles looked at Derek and took a deep breath, and Derek squeezed his hand encouragingly. “Okay, let’s do this.”
The ten seconds later that they got to the door, Peter, Cora, Eric, and William had joined Laura there.
“Wow, quite the welcome committee,” Stiles said, his voice a little weaker than he would have liked.
“I thought I told you all to be nice today,” Talia said as she came walking from the kitchen, her sister Celia and Derek’s youngest sister Nova trailing after her.
“I was just welcoming him, it’s not my fault everyone else is here,” Laura said.
“We just want to welcome our future emissary,” Peter said.
“I’m so sorry for my family,” William said. “Welcome, Stiles.”
Stiles liked William. He was the nicest person Stiles had ever met, Stiles was surprised he wasn’t constantly run over by his family, but despite being human in a family of mostly werewolves he had a very strong presence and an even stronger authority, not just because he was the dad to most of them. Even Peter listened when William used his Voice™. Talia mostly just sat next to him looking smug, because he never aimed it at her.
“It’s lovely to see you,” Talia said. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to Stiles’ temple, and he smiled.
“You too, thank you for having me,” he said.
He put the bag down and pulled his jacket off, then Laura grabbed his hand.
“Okay, come on,” Laura said. “Time for traditions.” She looked Derek over and frowned. “What the fuck are you wearing?”
“I met his parents,” Derek hissed.
“Aaw, loser,” Cora said sweetly.
Stiles barely got his shoes off before Laura started to tug him along to the living room, and Stiles looked at Derek.
“Help me,” he mouthed, smiling.
Derek just rolled his eyes and followed them, carrying Stiles’ bag.
“Okay, here.” Laura let go of Stiles’ hand only to shove a soft Christmas present against his chest. “Open.”
Stiles took the present, looked at it in confusion, then at Laura and Derek. “What.”
“Just do it,” Derek said, and he was unbuttoning his shirt as he rolled his eyes at Laura. “It’s tradition.”
Stiles blinked at him. “Why are you getting undressed?”
“I’m getting changed,” Derek said. “Not undressed, I promise, no weird naked werewolf stuff.”
Laura snorted and Peter laughed softly from where he was standing in the door.
“Okay, if you say so,” Stiles said. He carefully opened the present and was presented with a deep red knitted… fluff. A lot of fluff. Soft fluff, he wanted to cuddle it, but instead he tried to lift it up to see what it was, and two smaller fluffs fell to the floor. “Oh.” He picked them up and realized they were socks, and when he looked at the bigger fluff he saw it was a sweater. “They’re so soft, thank you.”
He looked at Laura and smiled, only to realize she was wearing a similar sweater and fluffy fuzzy socks. He looked at Peter. How had he not noticed they were all wearing big fluffy soft sweaters and matching fluffy fuzzy socks? In his defense, they weren’t the same at all, different colors and styles, some with patterns and some not, but they were all knitted in soft yarn.
Peter’s was black, big but in a way that somehow clung to his body, the v of the neck deep, making him look mostly like his usual and slightly creepy self, while Laura’s was a dusty pink and long enough that coupled with the leggings she was wearing it looked more like a dress, Cora’s was a moss green with a loose turtleneck, long too but not as long as Laura’s.
Derek had gotten his button-down off, and he pulled on a dark purple sweater over the v-neck t-shirt he was wearing. He looked cozier than Stiles had ever seen him, and that was saying something considering he had nicknamed him Cozy two years before they started dating.
”Oh god,” Stiles complained quietly with a groan.
His cheeks heated up when Peter laughed and Laura snorted again.
”Stop staring at Derek, you have the rest of your lives to do that,” Laura said. ”Try them on.”
Stiles grinned at her, even as his cheeks were burning. The rest of their lives, he liked that. He unbuttoned his own shirt, then he pulled the sweater on over his t-shirt and patted it. “It’s so soft,” he groaned. “God, it’s lovely, thank you.”
He sat down and pulled his socks off so he could put the new ones on, and Derek’s smile was so pleased as he watched him.
”You look nice,” he said, and Stiles beamed at him.
”So do you, Cozy.”
Derek put a hand on Stiles’ shoulder and leaned down to press a kiss to his temple, and Stiles sat there and smiled stupidly at him until Laura laughed.
“You two,” she said, and Stiles looked at her with burning cheeks. She was smiling softly though. “I’m happy you finally got together, both your pining was getting unbearable, but it’s a little nauseating watching you gaze lovingly at each other, so I’m gonna go see if they need help in the kitchen.”
“Shut up,” Derek grumbled.
“Love you, little brother,” Laura said and grinned as she jogged off to the kitchen.
”Ignore her,” Derek told Stiles, who grinned and stood up to wrap his arms around Derek.
”The pining, huh?” he asked and Derek looked away, down then to the side. Stiles brushed a kiss to his pink cheek. ”I knew I was pining, but she did say both.”
“Shut up,” Derek said, but he smiled as he tucked his face against Stiles’ neck.
“Aaw, Cozy,” Stiles said and pressed kisses to the side of Derek’s face.
Christmas with the Hales was loud, chaotic, messy, and absolutely wonderful. Derek was quiet compared to the rest of his family, had always been—though it did get worse after Kate’s abuse and attempt to murder his whole family—but he sat in the middle of it all, constantly touching Stiles, either holding his hand or with an arm around him, or, when he couldn’t do either of those, sat close enough that their arms brushed, and he smiled and looked so happy as everyone talked around him.
Stiles loved the Hales, had since he was just a kid, and he could be as loud and chaotic as any of them, but he found himself looking at Derek most of the time. Derek smiled when he noticed, leaned in for a kiss on the cheek or a little nuzzle, and Stiles smiled helplessly. He was so gone on Derek it was ridiculous.
When the food and presents and then dessert were done, they all gathered in the living room. Stiles found a corner of a couch and quickly nabbed that, then he pulled Derek down next to him. He wrapped his arms around Derek, who leaned against him, looking content and soft in his big purple sweater and matching soft fuzzy socks.
”I like this tradition,” Stiles said against Derek’s cheek.
”Hm?” Derek asked.
”The soft knitted sweaters and socks one,” Stiles said.
Derek smiled and tucked himself even closer, he was nearly up in Stiles’ lap. ”It’s nice,” he said. ”I’m glad you’re here for it.”
”Me too,” Stiles said.
”And we didn’t even scare you away,” Laura said, grinning at them.
”I’ve known you basically my entire life,” Stiles said. ”I’m to be your emissary when you’re the alpha. I might have been nervous, meeting you all as his boyfriend, but scare me away? Yeah, no, that’s not gonna happen, you’re stuck with me.”
Laura leaned against Derek, smiling at Stiles as she reached over to stroke her hand over his cheek. ”And you’re stuck with us.”
”I think I can live with that,” Stiles said.
Derek smiled and squeezed Stiles’ hand as he wrapped his other arm around Laura to tug her closer, and Stiles looked at the Hales, all of them smiling and happy and soft in their sweaters and socks. Yeah, he could live with that.
For the 5 favorite ships ask, how about Supernatural? :p
Hmmm. I think I can manage five ships from Supernatural, actually xD
Wincest (Sam/Dean)
Megstiel (Meg 2.0/Castiel)
Dodio? Sheriff Wives? I’m not sure what their “preferred” ship name is, but Jody/Donna. Our Wayward Sisters that were really Wayward Wives and should have had their own show. ♥
Ohhh, for the non sexual intimacy prompts, can I have numbers 2 and 12 together, please and thank you? ♥️♥️♥️
Hello and thank you, I have FLUFF for you! Mind your teeth! xD Sorry that I’m taking forever with these prompts (I blame my new blog ( @smowkiespromptsandgames ), it’s eating my time with all the tags I’m constantly adding for it xD), but I’m doing them, slowly but surely! (the Non-Sexual Intimacy prompt list)
A good morning ao3 - pillowfort
457 words | Gen | characters: Stiles, Derek | tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Sappy
Stiles liked waking up before Derek. He was the one with ADHD, he should be the one who woke up late, but work had him at a good sleep schedule, and when he woke up he was awake at once, while Derek woke up and was sleepy. It was adorable, and Stiles loved spending the mornings of his days off just lying in bed, letting his mind wander as he watched Derek sleep and wake up.
It happened that Derek slowly blinked his eyes open and Stiles barely said good morning before asking him random or in-depth questions. Derek always looked adorably confused for a moment, and sometimes, if it was a fairly easy question for him, he answered it in a sleep rough voice, but other times he just groaned and demanded coffee before thinking.
Some mornings, if Stiles woke up early or was especially restless, he would get up and start to prepare for breakfast or make coffee before returning to the bedroom to watch him wake up. They had gotten predictable through the years, and Derek knew Stiles would be there to wake him up, so even if he woke up when Stiles wasn’t in bed, he would just fall right back to sleep.
Regardless of what happened or was said in the mornings, Stiles loved watching Derek wake up, and on this particular morning, Stiles’ very fast brain had snowed in entirely on Derek. They were on their sides, facing each other, as he laid there for nearly half an hour and just watched him and thought about him. Then Derek tiredly blinked his eyes open, and Stiles smiled.
”I love you,” he said softly.
Derek smiled and closed his eyes again. ”I love you too,” he said, his voice soft and a little sleep rough. ”Good morning.”
”Good morning,” Stiles said. He scooted closer, brushed his nose against Derek’s. ”Did you sleep well?”
”I did,” Derek said, moved his hands to take Stiles’ both in his without opening his eyes. ”Did you?”
”Yeah.”
”Good,” Derek said, then brushed his nose to Stiles’. ”No weird questions.”
”Hyperfocus on you,” Stiles said, ”I just turned sappy.”
Derek huffed out a little breath. ”You can’t turn into something you already are.”
”That’s true,” Stiles said. ”Sappier, then.”
He pulled back a little so he could look at him properly again. He was smiling softly, dimples at full display, his eyes still closed, and Stiles took one of his hands from Derek’s to gently touch his nose. Derek’s smile widened, and he raised his eyebrows.
”What are you doing?”
”Touching you,” Stiles said.
He moved back to gently rub their noses together and cup Derek’s cheek.
Ohh, for the kiss prompt - as a "yes"! Please and thank you! With hazelnuts and cherries and all the other gross stuff you like on top :p ♥️♥️♥️
I wrote fluff for you, Jessie, my teeth hurt now xD ALSO, I like to imagine that the food had lots of yummy mushrooms in it, and the cake was a cheesecake with hazelnuts and cherries, but you’re of course free to imagine it as something less tasty if you want to xD ♥♥♥ (for the kissing prompt list)
No more than five ao3 - pillowfort
791 words | Gen characters: Derek, Stiles tags: Established Relationship, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Married Sterek, Talk About Future Adoptions
”You’re spoiling me,” Derek said.
It was their one year wedding anniversary, and Stiles had cooked Derek’s favorite meal and was putting a cake on the table. Stiles smiled and came to press a kiss to Derek’s temple.
”That’s the point.”
”I’m not complaining,” Derek said.
”But?”
”But what about you?”
Stiles sat down next to Derek, took his hand in both of his own. ”You’re here, aren’t you?”
Despite having been a couple for years and actually married for one, Derek still wasn’t used to Stiles’ way of loving him. He blushed, even though Stiles regularly said shit like that, because he would never get used to it, not completely, and it would always leave him weak in the knees and blushing and so deeply in love.
Stiles’ smile was soft when he noticed Derek’s too warm cheeks, and he brushed the back of his fingers over one, then carded them through Derek’s hair, cupped the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss.
”You spoil me every day, Derek Hale,” he said softly, leaned his forehead against Derek’s. ”Every day, I get to see you wake up, I get to hear you laugh and listen to you talk, I get to see you smile, I get to make you smile.”
Derek kissed him again, then kissed his cheek, pressed their cheeks together, tucked his face against the side of Stiles’ neck, and Stiles easily tilted his head to give Derek room while scratching the back of his neck with soft fingers.
”Stiles,” Derek said quietly.
”Derek,” Stiles said, his smile coloring that one word and making Derek smile too.
”I love you.”
”I love you too.” Stiles stayed still, except for his hand that kept scratching. Derek pulled back again, to smile at him, press a kiss to his lips. ”You spoil me with this too,” Stiles said. ”With being the softest and most adorable with your blushing and nuzzling.”
Derek rolled his eyes, but it was half-hearted. ”Shut up,” he said.
”About how much I love you and how happy you make me?” Stiles said. ”Never.”
”You’re the worst,” Derek said and kissed him again. ”I love you too. You make me happier than I thought possible.”
”Good,” Stiles said. ”My plan is working.”
His smile was all teeth when he pulled back and reached over to start cutting the cake, he looked like a cartoon villain, he always did when he mentioned his plan. That was another thing Derek had a hard time getting used to, Stiles’ plan. He made it sound like it was some evil plot to take over the world, but in reality, it boiled down to making Derek happy.
Stiles put a slice of cake in front of Derek, who leaned in to kiss his cheek.
”It is working very well,” Derek said.
-
Once they had eaten - way too much, Derek was stuffed - and cleaned up, Derek led Stiles to the living room. There were two bouquets of flowers in there, as they both had bought each other one, and Derek couldn’t help but smile at them as they sat on the couch. He only looked a moment though, then he looked at Stiles, who was watching him with a fond smile on his face.
“My turn for a surprise,” Derek said, and Stiles raised his eyebrows.
“You got me flowers and tickets for the play tomorrow?”
“Yes,” Derek said. “This is more for us though.” Stiles tilted his head a fraction, and Derek smiled. “I got in contact with A Natural Home.”
“The supernatural adoption agency?” Stiles asked, his heart beating a little faster as he smiled.
“Yeah.” Derek nodded, nervous but excited. “They have a group home here in California, it’s down in Bakersfield, but they have an office there, and 9 children living there, ages 4 to 16.” He swallowed, worried that he had gotten it wrong, even though Stiles kept smiling. “I booked us tickets to go there next week. If you want to.”
Stiles beamed and grabbed Derek’s face, kissed him while smiling too much to, and Derek smiled too, breathed out an almost laugh.
“Is that a yes?” Derek asked between kisses.
“Yes,” Stiles said, kissed him again. “It’s a yes.” He pulled back, still smiling, but he stroked Derek’s cheek. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” Derek said. He nodded. “I’m sure, I’m ready.”
Stiles beamed and leaned in to kiss him again, then he pulled back enough to look at Derek. ”We’re gonna have a kid,” he said. ”Kids, plural, more than one.”
”No more than five, and I think we should start with one,” Derek said.
”Probably,” Stiles agreed. He beamed, leaned in to kiss Derek. ”You’re gonna be the best dad.”
