#sterekdrabbles challenge

[all-or-nothing-baby]

WINNING!

"Bless you."

"Thanks but... I didn't sneeze." Had Derek misheard?

"I meant, hope God gives... your kind... a second chance. Ask for forgiveness! And stop… sinning." She glanced over to where Derek had been staring for the last fifteen minutes. Stiles had made first team in lacrosse. No main position, but still…

Derek tensed.

Then, from his left, an unexpected Stiles moved in with a kiss; soft and plump and warm.

"You're mistaken, sweetie," Stiles looked up at Homophobic Sarah. "This is called winning, not sinning." 

She left with a huff and all the fucks Derek had left to give.

For Friday's @sterekdrabbles challenge. The words were "bless", "main" and "chance" and the week's theme was "children".

[anefan]

@smowkie​ wanted a COZY drabble. NO ANGST ALLOWED.

and so!

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“This was a good idea,” Stiles said. Outside the cabin windows, snow was falling in a thick blanket, quiet and soft. He put down his cup of cocoa to tuck his arms under the duvet and snuggle back against his husband, the living space heater.

Derek pulled him closer. “You’re not bored?” he asked. They usually celebrated with their pack. Big parties—not Derek’s favorite, but fun. Good.

“Nah. It’s nice to have some time together, just us.” He linked their hands together.

In the warm space between them, a third heartbeat fluttered, tiny but strong.

“Happy New Year, baby.”

[all-or-nothing-baby]

The Pull

Derek struggles with ropes that bind Stiles, the temporary loss of abilities more than frustrating him now.

But more importantly: what if he can't help Stiles?

"Do me a favor, huh? STOP MOVING, STILES. Don't squirm, don't wriggle, just keep your skinny ass still, okay? And stop with... that look."

"Oh, easy for you to say, Mr Eternally Stoic McStoicsson, when you're not the one with probably only moments to live."

"Not the look I meant, Stiles."

The knots are about to give.

But...

Just in case...

"I meant the look that's making me wanna do this…"

then

their

lips

are

>magnets<

For the Wednesday @sterekdrabbles challenge. The words were "wriggle", "favor" and "passive".

[all-or-nothing-baby]

A Whole New World

"Happy ending?" Derek's fingers stilled in chestnut hair. "I don't have those luxuries, Stiles."

Caramel eyes sang true-blue.

"Der, you don't have to be—"

"What, alone?" Derek huffed a humourless laugh. "You think you declare solidarity and I'll just, what, step onto your magic carpet like Jasmine and we fly off into the sunset?"

"OMG you see me as Aladdin?!" Stiles gushed, pushing himself up from Derek's chest.

"Stiles, you do know you're the monkey, right?"

That shut him up.

For about three seconds.

"Well, how 'bout a declaration of... love?"

But...

Then Derek accepted Stiles' love with his mouth.

For @sterekdrabbles challenge (better late than never?). The words were "blue" "declaration" and "carpet".

Tags: @novemberhush @sterek-malec-karamel

[all-or-nothing-baby]

Remedy

For the @sterekdrabbles challenge. The words were "Flour", "Wash" and "Beard" and the theme was "Children".

Stiles knocks over the entire bag of flour. Because of course he fucking does.

Derek lunges, stealthily catching it; not much mess and only a small dust cloud.

“Shit, thanks Der-bear. You know, that brings back… baking, with mom. Dad coming home, foolin’ around; flour in his beard…” and if that ain’t a bittersweet punch to the gut.

But Derek is ashen.

“Der?”

Then, eventually, “The fire. They used—flour explosives...” and Stiles is wrapped around Derek in a heartbeat.

“Babe, I’m so sorry.”

“Stiles, can we…”

“Just gotta wash up.”

Because of course we fucking can.

Netflix; spooning; love.

[all-or-nothing-baby]

Derek Daycare

Derek padded through the kitchen, dog-hungry, dog-tired, and soaked, rainwater seeping through his coat. He'd been out in a storm all night; it had been one helluva shit-show and he'd gotten nowhere with the intel.

Back home, empty-handed. Tail between his legs.

"Who wants a nice can of steak, huh?" Stiles patronized, towel in hand. "Is it my Sourwolf? Is he all mine? Yesh you are, you're all mine! There's bubbles in the tub and extra blan-kets..." he sang.

Derek scratched behind his ear, shook his soggy fur coat and jumped up into Stiles' lap.

Stiles was annoyingly the actual best.

For the @sterekdrabbles Monday challenge. The words were "can", "steak" and "mine".

[all-or-nothing-baby]

The Believer

.

Before everything, if he were to speculate the origin of Weres, like, primordial Werewolf soup—as a dude does while trying to sleep at 3.14am—Stiles would've guessed at some sort of freaky-deaky-evolution-gone-gaga crap. Y'know, wolf meets and mates with human... mutant baby half-wolf has first birthday... then years later takes half-wolf cousin to prom and... ew, okay, that got weird fast. But you get the picture.

Because, magic? Who'da thought that was a thing?

But when Derek crawls into bed alongside Stiles, tracking every inch of his body with lightning-blue eyes, Stiles is a true believer.

.

For Friday's @sterekdrabbles challenge. The words were "origin", "speculate" and "soup".

[all-or-nothing-baby]

A Novel Idea

Stiles is working on that difficult third novel, part three of his "Distant-Star Shores" sci-fi series.

(rapid knee-jiggling)

"Ugh, this was much easier as a hyperactive, unmedicated kid. Might have to wave the white flag on the Ritalin… get my hyperfocus on..."

Derek's concern twitches. "Or you could ask for my help."

Stiles smirks. "Any original ideas for Human slash Alien procreation, Der-bear?"

Derek shrugs. "I wrote my share of childhood emotion-ridden fantasy flash-fiction." 

Stiles is silent for three, unprecedented seconds. "I'm so turned on right now"—and he's straddling Derek in two—"how 'bout I be the alien...?"

For the @sterekdrabbles Wednesday challenge. The words were "flag", "emotion" and "novel" and this week's theme is "children".

Tagging: @novemberhush @sterek-malec-karamel