I just recently ended up in hospital with a bad concussion and intense stomach pains, they still can't work out what is wrong with me. Any chance you could write some kind of sterek ficlet to cheer me up pls and thanks?
I’m sorry you’re not feeling well! I hope they find out what it is soon and you feel better! I also got these prompts so I hope that the combination of them will be fluffy and cheer you up a bit ❤❤❤
This isn’t really a Married At First Sight AU, second anon– I kind of put my own spin on it, and I hope you like it!
Five thousand dollars, Stiles thinks to himself, gripping the edge of the blanket. Derek takes off his shirt, his back muscles rippling, the tattoo between his shoulder blades shifting attractively. Proving Jackson wrong, Stiles thinks defiantly to himself.
And then Derek takes off his jeans, leaving him in these little tight black briefs that leave nothing to the imagination, and it’s all Stiles can do not to whimper.
Derek lifts the covers and gets in bed next to him, and Stiles thinks this was either the greatest or the worst idea of all time. Derek inches closer, reaches for him and Stiles– he won’t admit he squeaks, but the noise he makes is pretty high pitched. “What are you doing?”
“Cuddling.” Derek lifts his eyebrows. “If we don’t cuddle we won’t smell like each other, and then Jackson and the other werewolves will know that we’re not doing the program. That’s the point, isn’t it? To do this program and not fall in love?”
Stiles sighs. “Fine.”
Derek curls up next to him and Stiles reluctantly admits that they fit really well together. He feels very warm and secure in Derek’s arms, and Derek just smells so damn good, and of course Stiles had the bright idea to sleep in just his boxers as well so there’s miles and miles of bare skin just touching.
I’m not falling in love with Derek Hale, Stiles thinks to himself.
Derek closes his eyes, nuzzling closer, his head on Stiles’ chest, like he’s listening to Stiles’ heartbeat.
Fuck.
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