#sterek 1x1

[goofballstiles-blog]

Pregnancy Troubles || Open RP

WHO: Stiles, Derek, and the pack. TIME FRAME: Wednesday Evening. LOCATION: The Hale Household. GENERAL NOTES: Stiles goes through the struggles of being heavily pregnant.

As the day was slowly drawing to a close, Stiles did begin to wonder where Derek had gotten, but he tried not to think too much of it, as he knew that Derek was normally quite a busy person, and also because he didn’t want to get himself worked up, seeing as it wouldn’t be good for the baby that was growing inside of him, and growing it was. Stiles was now in his third trimester of his pregnancy, and the baby’s due date was in a few days, so to be honest, the baby could come at any moment, which meant that the pack were on high alert, and they would sometimes take it in turns to be with Stiles when Derek wasn’t around, just encase he started to go into labor, or if any complications were to arise. Being heavily pregnant for Stiles was defiantly exhausting, even just walking up and down the stairs took most of the energy out from him, but never the less, Stiles was one of those people that didn’t want people to help him, he wanted to be independent and do things for himself, and not have Derek or the pack do things for him. Since this was the first time for Stiles being pregnant, it had defiantly been a learning curve for him. He knew that his and Derek’s baby was going to be part wolf and part human, but he was glad that he lived in a world where different species lived in harmony together, so it meant that he didn’t have to worry about their baby being bullied for being different, because actually, it was quite normal to be different.

For most of the day, Stiles had stayed inside the master bedroom, only coming out when he wanted food, or to socialize for a few minutes if he felt a bit lonely, but the main reason he stayed in the bedroom was because it was much more comfortable to work on his laptop while laying in bed, and yes, even though Stiles was heavily pregnant and could pop any minute, he still worked from home. Stiles loved working, and he wasn’t intending of stopping, just because he had a baby inside of him. Stiles slowly closed his laptop as he started to moved himself from the bed, and as he was about to get up, he raised his eyebrow slightly as he heard something outside the bedroom door, because Stiles had requested for everyone to give him some space, he knew that every now and again someone would be sitting outside his room, just to make sure that he was alright, but Stiles really didn’t need them to keep an eye on him, he was fine, more than fine, and they probably had better things to do than to look after a pregnant person. Getting up, Stiles groaned gently, his ankles swollen because of the pressure his feet now had from the weight of the baby, and as he gently made his way over to the door, he smirked to himself ever so slightly before he quickly pulled the door open, watching as Issac stumbled into the bedroom. “Really, Issac…?” Stiles commented as he rolled his eyes playfully at him, before he left the bedroom, not waiting for Issac to respond with an explanation.

“Okay… I can do this.” Stiles muttered to himself softly as he reached the top of the staircase, and he gripped tightly to the railing, before he took slow steps down the stairs. Going down the stairs was defiantly easier than going up, it would normally take him about 5-10 minutes to actually get up them, but since he was going down, it meant that he would be able to get down to where he wanted to go slightly quicker. Once Stiles reached halfway, he smiled to himself, knowing that there wasn’t much left to go, and that he’d be down in no time. Glancing back, he rolled his eyes gently again as he saw Issac behind him, making sure that he wouldn’t fall or lose balance. “Issac, seriously, I’m fine… I’ve done this two times today, I think I’ll be okay with doing it again.” He said, before he started to make his descent again down the staircase, wobbling slightly because of his ankles hurting. Finally after about 3-4 minutes, Stiles stepped down onto the ground level of the house, and he sighed with relief, getting himself geared up, as he was starving, so he was going to whip up something for himself and the baby inside of him, and he hoped that the baby wouldn’t fuss too much, as there had been a few occasions where the baby inside of him would almost have a sort of tantrum inside of him if he ate a certain thing, and obviously that was a sign that the baby wasn’t really agreeing on the food choice that Stiles had chosen.

Thankfully the kitchen wasn’t that far away from where the staircase was located, and as Stiles waddled into the kitchen/ dining room,he walked over to the fridge, but just as he was about to open it up, he stopped, clutching onto the fridge door handle as he leaned over, groaning as he felt pain ripple through his body. Over the last few days, Stiles’ body had begun to prepare itself for the delivery of their new arrival, and every now and again, pain would ripple through Stiles’ body, causing Stiles to stay in one position until the pain subsided.

[copaceticrp]

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[stilesrockloveninja-blog]

“What did you do?”  Self-para

Stiles’ stomach was flipping, tying in knots, and exploding with butterflies all at the same time.  He couldn’t make sense of what had happened with Derek, but whatever it was, Stiles liked it.  Which was exactly why it could never happen again.  Stiles did things a very certain way, always to ensure he didn’t get hurt.  He never kissed too much,  never fucked too gently, and never, ever gave anyone his phone number.  They weren’t hard rules, and they mostly worked.  Stiles had learned early on in his dating career that he had no coping skills when it came to breakups, so he just avoided them all together.  But then whatever had happened with Derek happened, and Stiles broke two of his rules in one fell swoop.

When Stiles rolled up in front of the beat up old house he and Scott rented, his friend was already waiting for him in the doorway.  Stiles rubbed his hands roughly on his face, taking a deep breath.  Scott was no doubt going to interrogate him.  It was almost one in the morning; Stiles should have been home two hours ago, and by now Scott had almost surely noticed that Stiles reeked of Derek.  Hell, even Stiles could tell that he reeked of Derek.  The man bit his lip nervously and swung himself out of the door.

“He was a werewolf?!” Scott exclaimed as Stiles skulked toward the door.  “…and you liked him?!”  Scott stood in the doorway, hands on his hips, blocking Stiles from entering the house.  Stiles tried in vain to push past his roommate and best friend, but Scott blocked him with a firm hand and those stupid puppy dog eyes that every werewolf seemed to be so good at.  “Who?”  Scott pressed again. “Stiles, he scent marked you. I can smell it.”

“Let me inside and I’ll tell you, alright?”  Stiles half-shouted.  He finally pushed past Scott and collapsed onto the tattered green couch that stood in stark contrast to the high definition TV in the living room.  Stiles pressed his fingers against his temples, his knees against his chest, as he gnawed at the inside of his cheek.  He was still in his black button down and dress pants from work, but he could smell the sex on them, and wretched at the thought of how it must smell to Scott.

Stiles wasn’t exactly surprised at the way Scott perched on the arm of the plaid chair that sat adjacent to the couch, but he was annoyed nonetheless.  Still, Scott just sat there expectantly as Stiles struggled to find the right words to explain what had happened.  “It was Derek,”  Stiles finally breathed out, and a wave of relief washed over him.  Just saying it out loud made it feel like there was closure.  “Derek Hale.”

“Oh, man,” Scott replied, and Stiles couldn’t tell whether it was meant to sound sorry or amused.  “Did he…know you?  Or that you knew who he was?”

“I didn’t know who he was until he told me his name, and…I don’t know.  It just…it felt like it could go somewhere and I didn’t like it.”  Stiles bit the skin around his thumb, avoiding eye contact with Scott.  His friend had been trying to make nice with the Hales for a long time, and there was a very good chance that Stiles was going to fuck that up if they weren’t careful.  “I…don’t do feelings.”

“I know you don’t, but maybe you should try,” Scott offered.  Stiles had a feeling that the comment had more to do with Scott getting in good with the Hales and less to do with Stiles being happy.  Stiles kicked playfully at the chair his friend was sitting in as he crossed toward his bedroom. 

“Please don’t make this a thing,” Stiles said, turning to face Scott one more time.  “I…don’t want this to go any further, okay?”

[caught-btwn-worlds]

[mararps-blog]

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[caught-btwn-worlds]

The Sneak || Sterek

Stiles was already up when Scott tried to 'sneak' out of the room; even growing up Scott hadn't been the quietest of the bunch. And the extra bulk that he seemed to have gotten through muscles didn't help matters all the same. But still, Stiles waited until he was out of the room and down the stairs before he got up. He had to get home, he had to get to the colony and he had to confront the Argents on everything that they had lied to him about. He knew that they would have to change their way of thinking if he confronted him; or rather her deeply hoped that they would. So, as quickly as he could, Stiles managed to scribble out a note to Scott, letting him know that he would set things right back at the colony and then come back and then he was creeping down the stairs. He didn't have to be too quiet, what with the amount of noise that was coming from the far end of the house, but he wasn't going to chance it. He even managed to get the door open without notice before he found himself face to face with one of the angry looking wolves from the night before. He froze, eyes wider than he would have liked them to be, and he waited to see if the wolf would rat him out. Instead the wolf growled, fisting his shirt in his hand and tossed him right off the porch; practically snarling at him. "You come back here and I'll kill you myself; disgusting human." His voice grated on Stiles as he pushed himself hastily back up onto his feet. The wolf turned when he heard his name, Gally, being called from inside the house. "Get out of here!" He snarled at him again before slamming the door shut in his face. Stiles turned and ran, just wanting to get away without anyone else noticing.

[caught-btwn-worlds]

Wanderer || Sterek

"Are you seri- yes, dad, I've got it. I know." Stiles said to his dad as he held up the trowel. "See?" He rolled his eyes as he waved and turned to head out to the orchard, the large basket hitting his knees until he pulled it's straps over his shoulders to settle it against his back; the easier to run with should the need arise. Every day for the last ten years Stiles had ventured out into the orchards alone, save the other runners, and every day his father would come with him to the gate and send him off. He appreciated it, but sometimes his father made him feel like a small child; checking to make sure he brought everything. "Stiles, stay safe and run swift." His father said like always; causing Stiles turn and give his dad a smile. "Always." Stiles said with the same crooked smile he always did before he was heading out into the trees.

[garnermesomegleeks]

I was wondering if you're still taking applications for sterek?

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