Fuck you it’s still Christmas I can post this on tumblr on January 13th if I want. I was still a day after Christmas for wattpad I don’t see why this should be different. So it’s a sterek blurb. Like 2,000yish words and just a big ol pile of Christmas soft snuggly cheesy mush.
It was cold outside and Stiles was enjoying every bit of heat he was sucking from Derek. They had been lazily dozing for hours barely getting up, only moving to change position. Several hours ago, they had moved from their bed to the couch, but that was about it. Now Stiles was happily snoring while laying chest to chest on top of Derek.
Stiles woke up from their nap before Derek. He let out a soft yawn even though all they had done the entire day was sleep. He blinked as he orientated himself to his surroundings. There was still a half empty box of stuff they ordered for the now finished kitchen strewn about the living room floor and the paint swatches for Derek's old room were in a mess on the coffee table. There was gentle light coming through the drawn curtains and everything around them had a soft stillness to it other than the faint whistle of the cold wind safely barricaded outside by the windows and various layers of fluffy clothing and blankets they had. He could feel the beginnings of the stickiness of sweat gathering on the back of his neck. Derek was like a furnace. He flipped of layer after layer until there was only a thin blanket left. He moved his head to rest on his hands as he looked up at Derek.
"Der." Stiles whispered. "Der." "Deeeeer." Stiles then moved one of his hands up to lightly stroke his face.
"It's rude to stare. Ruder still to wake someone up in the middle of a great dream." Derek spoke even though it looked and sounded as though sleep was still clinging to his closed eyelids and rough voice.
"And what was I wearing in this oh so wonderful dream?"
"Ha, ha. You were in it though." Derek cleared his throat. "You were wearing your light red flash tee with a flannel over it and tight black jeans. You looked stunning. You changed later though, but you still looked stunning." Derek still wasn't opening his eyes.
"Hey." Stiles started brushing his fingertips over his cheek.
"Hey."
"Open your eyes." Stiles started stroking under Derek's eyes with feather light touches.
"Why?"
Stiles tilted his head down and kissed his chest. "Please."
Derek fluttered his eyes open, blinking and squinting in even the soft lighting. "What for?"
Stiles looked breathless. "You're eyes are beautiful, that's what for."
Derek scoffed. "Which ones?" He flashed his red eyes.
"All of them. I love all the colors I've ever seen you have. When you were young even though they didn't recognize me they were like home. Your alpha red eyes feel like safety. The beta gold shine you had warmed me as equally as your coldness terrified me. And God don't get me started on your green eyes. I would fight every battle for those eyes and the only fight I would loose is the right to my heart which you steal with just a glance."
"Someone is feeling poetic and lovey." Derek said with a snort.
Stiles' fingers started to go further up on the sides of his eyes. "Can't help it. Your eyes remind me of Christmas."
Derek raised an eyebrow. "Just because of the green, red, and gold?"
"And because your eyes make me feel like I'm home, and safe, and warm, and in love, and loved, and every other wonderful thing."
Sadness bled out of his eyes. "Even my blue ones?"
"Especially your blue ones. They remind me pretty things can be sharp. Like the icicles hanging from the house. They show me that even if something is cold and dangerous it can still be the kind of beautiful that makes you want to stay out in the cold longer just to look at something to be warmed from the inside out."
"Stiles Stilinski-Hale!!!" Derek tried for indifference as he rolled his eyes, but failed miserably.
He had a coy smile "Not yet I'm not." He looked at the ring on his hand and then to where Derek's was absent.
"Is that a threat?" Derek looked concerned.
Stiles snuggled closer and hugged him. "No. A promise." He kissed Derek's neck and he could feel him relax in his hold.
"Although some would view that particular promise as a threat."
Derek pulled back to kiss him then nuzzled the side of Stiles' face "Not me. Never me." Derek hooked his arms around Stiles' to hug him back.
"Good. Now I don't want to move, but I'm bored. Will you tell me about your dream? Pretty please with curly fries on top?"
Derek tucked Stiles' head underneath his chin. "The curly fries thing works on you, not me."
Derek sighed and without even seeing his face Stiles knew exactly how it was scrunched up in a mixture of confusion, focus, and uncertainty. "It was me and you in our living room, but it looked like it used to, not like now. Like when I was growing up. Cora and Laura were there, but they both were older than when we were kids. And my aunt was there. We were having Christmas, everyone had just finished trying your hot chocolate and they loved it. I don't remember why I was so nervous, but they just had to love your hot chocolate for some reason."
Derek started rubbing Stiles' back soothingly.
"And we were already married."
Derek felt the head resting underneath his shift ever so slightly before a voice spoke sleepily and like it was already thinking about the most lovely of dreams. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, we were." Derek's left hand had never felt this bare, like the dream was closer to reality than any that he hadn't already started to spend the rest of his life with Stiles. "And- and. Well um th- there was something else."
Stiles' curiosity was hardly piqued and the slowing heartbeat told him that he would soon be asleep on top of him again. "Oh? Tell me about it sourwolf."
"We- uh we had kids."
Just like that his love's heartbeat was at its normal rabbiting speed.
The silence between them was as frozen and frosty as the windowpanes.
"Isn't that weird? I mean we haven't even talked much about kids yet. I mean we did, but we both just kinda agreed we weren't in the right place for them. But that was back when we were still figuring things out so it's like we haven't. So it's crazy. Me having dreams about us having kids. I mean-"
"Do you know you do that?" Stiles didn't even need to look up to know his fiance's expression. He had heard his mouth click shut and could practically feel the warmth from his cheeks.
"Do what?"
He seemed more in control again.
"Say 'I mean' a lot when you already said what you mean, but you don't want someone to misinterpret your meaning."
Derek thought for a moment. "No, I didn't."
Stiles heard the caution in his voice.
Derek heard the silence, it seemed to stretch on and on almost as far as Stiles did at every snack break they took in between naps. It was choking and he didn't know what to say. How could he convey just how much he yearned to have small little ones with big brown eyes just like their father. How could he say I want that so much, but I want you so much more so if that isn't what you want, okay. One set of bambi browns was more than he ever thought he'd get, ever thought he deserved. He hated not knowing what to say. The silence felt like a giant hole in all they'd been working to fill and he ached to know how to fill it.
But he was forgetting something. Silence wasn't something he ever had to worry about. He had found someone perfect for him, perfect for filling the voids he hid inside of him, and someone that trusted him to fill theirs.
"What were we doing?"
Derek was lost. "What? When?"
"In your dream." Stiles sounded calm.
Derek settled, even with him trying to desperately stamp down the memory of tiny giggles he could still hear the echo, but he was glad to have the soothingness of Stiles' voice. He wouldn't bring up how Stiles' eyes held so much love for the tiny children.
"We were opening presents. I don't remember what any of them were, I just remember how we all looked. You had a stain on your pjs from where you spilled hot chocolate. I was wearing those ridiculous antlers you tried to get me to wear last year."
Derek could hear his smile when he spoke. "Were we wearing the matching ugly sweaters too?"
"We all were." Derek wouldn't mention how adorable and unmistakably theirs the children looked in their smaller matching sweaters. He didn't want Stiles to feel any kind of pressure or discomfort.
"I can see it." He could still hear Stiles' smile, but this time it was so much wider and deeper that it reverberated down and he felt it swell in his chest.
"There's just one thing," Stiles looked up at Derek. "Please tell me they had your eyes."
It felt like all the breath left Derek as the happiness deep in his gut finally translated onto his face. "They had the most beautiful eyes in the world, they had yours."
He had that soft look on his face that Derek didn't see often, but, it was one of the things he was looking forward to spending every day of his life with Stiles looking for.
"Oh god, we aren't going to be those parents that fight about the gender of their baby. We're going to fight about whose eyes it should have. So lame sourwolf!"
Happiness felt like it was about to burst out of him, so Derek poured it all into a passionate clumsy kiss.
Stiles looked back at him with another soft look. "I love you Derek Hale- Stilinski."
"I thought we couldn't do that yet?"
"True, but we need to figure out which way sounds better so we know for the children, if that's something we both want. I think Stilinski- Hale."
Stiles had an overly obvious teasing tone as he suggested it, but as long as Stiles was in his family he didn't care.
"Yes." Derek said it as easy as breathing.
"What?" He looked shocked.
Derek kissed him on the cheek, "I-" then the other. "said-" Next on his forehead, "yes." then his chin. Derek pulled back to look him in the eyes. "If it's what you want, then to all of it I say yes." Derek leaned down and kissed him after leaving a ghost of a whisper upon his lips. "I say yes to you Stiles. Forever and always. For anything and everything as long as you want it."
Stiles had tears in his eyes as he kissed Derek, and Derek felt them fall down on to his cheeks.
Derek moved the hand that had been holding Stiles' head to brush the tears from his eyes. "Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Derek looked at him with concern as his rough thumbs traced light lines back and forth under his eyes just as Stiles' had.
"Nothing's wrong. You're crying too."
"What?" He became aware of the wetness of his eyes and smiled. "I am."
Stiles leaned his forehead against Derek's and looked into his eyes. He smiled. "We are. Because we are happy. You have no idea how long I've been wanting little me and yous, but we talked about it and I didn't think you wa-"
Derek shut him up with a kiss.
"I want. God how much I want. I want it all with you." After Derek finished he leaned his forehead against Stiles' again.
They laid like that until their peace was interrupted by a vicious growl.
Stiles had wide eyes as his hands flew to his stomach.
Derek's mouth hung wide. It then stretched into a smile. "Good god I have never heard someone's stomach gurgle that loudly. Especially since you had three cookies earlier."
Stiles glared at him. "That was like four hours ago!"
Derek turned his head to look at the clock to confirm that he was not exaggerating.
"And my stomach wouldn't be that loud if you wouldn't have been too lazy to stay up longer to make food and hadn't dragged me to the couch!"
"Okay fine."
Stiles' anger eased and he pouted instead. "Will you make me a sandwich?"
Derek huffed as he turned them and got off the couch. "I take back everything I said before."
Stiles' mind flashed with hurt that came with such an easy dismissal of a promise that meant so much to him.
"They under no circumstances, can have your eyes. If I see tiny little eyes, just like yours, brimmed with tears I'll let them get away with murder."
Stiles smiled as Derek leaned down to kiss him on the forehead. "Turkey wit-"
"With lettuce, tomato, mayo and bacon if we have it. I know what you like."
"And served with?"
"Tea?"
"Nope." He took pleasure in popping the P and the confused wiggle Derek's eyebrows did.
"More cookies?"
Stiles opened his mouth then briefly shut it. "Yes, but no."
There were more wiggles. "What then?"
"A kiss from my amazing and hot wonderful fiance."
