#sterek drabble

[celestialvoid-fanfiction]

I was going to do a text post of a sterek incorrect quote;

Derek: I have the urge to do something stupid.

Stiles: I’m stupid. Do me.

But a different idea struck me, and I had to write out a little scene.

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Derek sat in the armchair, the light from the window bleeding over his shoulder and illuminating the pages of the book that lay open in his lap. He let out a deep breath, shutting the book and blurting out, “I have the urge to do something stupid.”

“I’m stupid. Do me,” Stiles replied without thought, not taking his eyes off the screen of his laptop that was balanced precariously on his stomach as he lay upside down on the couch.

Stiles froze, his eyes widening as he realised what he’d said. His cheeks flushed red, but he wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or from the blood rushing to his head.

“What?” Derek said, his tone stretched thin and edged with anger.

Stiles opened his mouth to say something but the words died on his lips as he sputtered and shrugged as if trying to brush it off.

“Stiles, you are not stupid,” Derek growled.

Stiles blinked rapidly, stunned by Derek’s words.

Derek continued without hesitation, “You’re one of the smartest people I know. Clumsy and uncoordinated, yes, but not stupid. Don’t say that; don’t even think it! You’re not stupid, Stiles, and I don’t ever want to hear you call yourself stupid again. And I wouldn’t do you; that’s just—”He screwed his face up in disgust. “—ugh. No. No way. You deserve better than do. Dear god, I would make love to you. I would hold you in my arms and Melt as I feel the warmth of your body against mine. I trace the curves of your naked body and utter your name like a prayer. I would kiss you until I had no more breath in my lungs, and even then, I wouldn’t dare stop. I would not do you.”

He huffed out an angry breath as he sat back.

Stiles stared at him, his eyes wide and a dumbfounded expression on his face.

A moment later, Derek’s brain caught up with his mouth. Realisation hit him hard. A rush of heat coloured his cheeks bright red.

“I… I mean… I…” he stammered, unable to find any words.

Stiles stared at him, still looking like a deer caught in headlights. “Okay.”

Derek’s brow furrowed as he looked at Stiles, utterly confused.

“What?”

“Okay,” Stiles repeated.

“Okay?” Derek echoed questioningly.

“Okay,” Stiles said again.

They stared at each other for a moment, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

“Okay,” Derek said after a while.

They tore their eyes away from one another, their faces twisted with perplexed expressions as they processed what they had said.

Silence settled over them.

“You still got that urge?” Stiles asked abruptly.

Derek glanced back at him, meeting Stiles’s gaze. “What do you have in mind?”

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[quackquackcey]

Missing in Derek's Bed

Stiles & Derek get found out.~ 🌥 (AO3).

For @sterekdrabbles 1/22/24 prompt: ‘white, listen, upset’. Theme: 'gentleness.' 100 words. Rated T. Tags: secret relationship, implied smut.

Stiles reached out beside him—warm, but empty. He kept his eyes closed, lids heavy, and stretched out under the gentle sunrays, not yet at their afternoon intensity.

Upset voices from the living room.

He strained to listen.

"—missing. Jeep's there—"

"—never went home, not answering—"

"—tracked his scent—wait—"

The door opened.

Stiles sat up, squinting as the white sheets slipped off his naked body, covered with hickeys and bites. "Who's missing?"

"No one," said Derek. "Go back to sleep."

He flopped back down and patted the bed. "Morning round?"

Derek shoved out Scott and Isaac, shocked still, in record time.

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[teencopandthesourwolf]

HIDEOUS

for the @sterekdrabbles 21.02.24 challenge. the prompt words were: MAN, HIDEOUS, and COO. the end of month theme was: DESPAIR.

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It's the night before school starts back.

Stiles is about to try fixing his now longer hair between gel-covered fingers in another pointless attempt to tame it.

“Oh, man. I'm hideous.”

There's a soft thunk behind him. 

He doesn't bother investigating, having learned the differing thunks of the werewolves who use his bedroom window as an entrance. 

“What do y—” 

Stiles is shoved into the wall by Derek before he can finish his sentence. 

“I like it,” the werewolf growls softly, almost purring. 

“Derek, did you just—coo at me?” 

“Shut up,” Derek snaps, burying his nose in Stiles's hair again. 

.

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[sterek-stuffs]

The dangerous one

Despite the wolfsbane coursing through his body, Derek snarled. "You're going to regret this."

The wind picked up. The trees started shaking. The sky grew dark as foreboding clouds coalesced above them. The hunters still looked impassive, but Derek could smell their growing anxiety, soon to be overpowered by the scent of ozone.

The screaming began when tree roots started writhing, holding onto the hunters' ankles, climbing up their legs, piercing their flesh and holding them in place.

Suddenly, everything went still and a low voice could be heard. "Hey, Sourwolf."

Derek smiled, feral.

His mate had come for him.

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[batwynn]

Stiles is on his hands and knees—not praying, but maybe begging for a break. It’s been so much nonstop, and he’s no longer tired. No. He’s something else completely. It’s transformed him so much that the back of his hands look unfamiliar. The dirt under his nails is at least a week old. The blood older. Stained. He’s long since given up trying to wash his hands clean of it. And why should he? There’s always more. It’s always his fault.

That something else twists under his skin and asks, “why?”

Stiles doesn’t know anymore. It’s something Scott said when it all began. That taking responsibility was important, because no one else would or could. But he was also, like, nineteen so maybe that depth Stiles felt in statement was a little naive.

“Why?” It chitters, twisting its way from the pit that is his empty stomach.

He hasn’t eaten in… days? Maybe? He’d been raw dogging his ADHD meds with barely a sip of water between them. Same with the ibuprofen. Stiles knows he has an ulcer, but who the fuck has the time for that? Who has the time to pat them on the back anymore. Responsibly implied appreciation, at some point. Big Damn Heroes. Is that what they did it for? Christ, they were naive.

His left ring finger is a little crooked—nail bed broken. The skin looks inflamed around it like infection is kicking off and Jesus Christ, who has the time?

He hears someone breathing nearby and he knows it’s the only sign of life he’ll get for a while. Derek’s been out for an hour at least. Once again riddled with holes, all silent pain and loud anger. And Stiles is still on his knees, begging.

Begging.

The something else clicks its claws in his ears now. The question remains. Why?

Why is it their responsibility? Because no one else could? That’s not exactly true, though is it? Adults around the world live with supernatural things in their lives. A whole shit ton of them took on the responsibility of shooting the fuck out of them when they got spicy. So why, again, was it them? Why teenagers? Why didn’t Stiles tell his dad right away? Let some of that burden off of his shoulders when Scott got bitten?

Oh, right. Wait. That was his fault Scott got bit. His responsibility. Is that where it started?

And then—and then years later it was his fault all over again. The thing wearing his face, anyway. His face, though.

A sudden, ugly cough bursts out of him. It sounds so bad, but luckily it doesn’t wake up Derek. Stiles sits up properly and looks over at him. They’d both collapsed on the floor of his loft after the battle, already beyond thinking about bed or couch or anything soft. Derek’s blood is smeared across the floor and soaked into the carpet. The brand new carpet. Something about it fills Stiles with unbridled rage. It was one of those rare Derek smiles—something soft and private that he felt so lucky to see. A dusty blue pattern on white. A little fancy, a little foolish, maybe. Who gets a white carpet when their lives are… this?

Still.

Derek deserves a white carpet. He deserves to smile when he gets something for himself. He deserves to decorate, and like things, and have a life, and think about the future. Not whatever this is.

Stiles looks back down at his hands again, resting on his thighs. They’re shaking now that the weight is off of them, like the pressure removed gave them permission to show weakness. He doesn’t bother to stop them. No one’s looking, anyway. He doesn’t need to be strong, and smart, and all together. He can be a little untethered. A little something else.

Derek’s breathing shifts, and Stiles knows he has only a few minutes before the man is awake again. He knows that it will be minutes after that where Derek will shove the weakness down again, and pick himself up off the floor. He’ll check Stiles over. He’ll listen to his heart, his rattling breath. Check the air for the scent of sepsis. And then, satisfied that he’s not in immediate danger, go fetch a bucket and a mop. Stiles will try to save the carpet when Derek doesn’t allow himself to.

Stiles picks at his non-fashionably sliced up jeans.

“Why?”

Because he’s the only one who will and the only one who can.

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[wulfnerd]

Not Exactly the Birds and the Bees, sterek, t, 100w ◌ Eli asks an unexpected question. [ao3] For @sterekdrabbles, 29 Nov (sea, false, history)

Derek’s cleaning the lunch dishes while Eli works on his homework at the kitchen table when the question Derek’s been dreading happens.

“Dad, did you know male seahorses can get pregnant?”

Derek’s sure Stiles does, but he tries to redirect his son.

“I didn’t, that’s nice of them. But aren’t you writing your history report?”

The way Eli shrugs and goes back to work without anything further lulls Derek into a false sense of security, so he’s unprepared for Eli’s next question.

“Is that how I was born? With you and papa?”

Derek nearly drops the glass he was drying.

#sterek drabble #sterekdrabbles #mine.app

[renmackree]

Warmth

for @sterekdrabbles 01.08.24. words: Toy, Deafening, Normal

Derek’s hands were warm, a comforting heat radiating from the palms splayed across Stiles’ cheeks. His thumbs trailed circles over Stiles’ high cheekbones as he moved slowly toward him. Stiles’ heart was deafening in his ears, the soft press of lips on lips all he could want.

“Stiles,” everything faded back to normal. Stiles sat in the newly painted loft where Derek hunched over maps, toying with a sharpie between his fingers. “You think they went south?”

There were no warm hands, no soft kiss against his lips: just Derek looking for his betas and Stiles, the love-sick human, helping.

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[outtoshatter]

Breath

Stiles dropped five burning coals over the grave. They glowed orange in the night. He splashed blood between each coal. The rough movement pulled at the stitches on his forearms.

He ignored the storm brewing overhead; he needed to concentrate. He snapped a sparrow bone between his fingers and dropped it on top of the grave.

The dirt was already moving. Thunder roared.

He leaned forward and blew on the coal closest to him. This spell was his own creation; it required part of his own life. The earth split.

He sighed. "Derek."

A hand reached out of the grave.

Also on AO3

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[nrnyx]

Sterek Equestrian AU: In which Stiles Stilinski is a highly sought-after horse trainer now contracted by the illustrious Hale Stables, but he’s already been kicked by a horse once because the owner's shameless, arrogant, infuriatingly distracting son likes to use the stables as his own personal gym. That’s okay because Stiles knows exactly how to get under his skin. 

 “Stilinski, what did you do to my horse!” The shout rang loud and clear from the stable causing everyone, even the horses, to turn and look.

Laura smirked at him as he handed her the reigns of her own horse - saddled and ready for the outing. About once a month, the Hales invited some of their country club friends, business clients, or other well-to-do associates over to ride horses, socialize, and eat little trays of fancy horderves. 

“Stiles, what did you do?” 

Stiles watched Cora mounting her own horse, Lady Bella, a few feet away, making a mental note to work with the young horse more on standing still during mount. He looked back at Laura with a shrug - unable to hide his grin as he tightened her stirrups. “Thor felt like being pretty today.”

“Oh, he’s going to murder you. His Polo buddies are here. They’re never going to let him live it down…” Laura breathed, a delicate black-gloved hand covering her mouth as her eyes danced with mirth. 

“Which is why if you don’t mind, I think I’ll head back to my trailer now,” Stiles spoke, already backing away as he watched Derek stomp out of the stables, leading his very large black stallion, Thor, behind him - a gorgeous temperamental stallion (much like the owner) with braids and flowers all in his mane and tail. Stiles considered it some of his best work to date.

Derek definitely had murder in his heated gaze as those eyes searched for him.

Stiles shivered. He didn’t find that thrilling one bit… nope, not at all.  

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[sapphireginger]

Chocolatey Hate but Wolfy Love

AO3 Link

Stiles spent hours every day after school searching all the chocolate bars he could find. He’d bought the entire stock at the grocery store in the hopes of finding a golden ticket.

Late Friday evening, just after ticket number three had been found, Derek came home to find Stiles on the floor of their bedroom with dozens of chocolate bars stacked neatly on a tray next to him. He was now sluggishly picking up the wrappers with a frown on his face while listening to the announcer give the newest winner’s name.

“Stiles?”

Stiles looked up at Derek, tears of frustration forming in his eyes. “I know it’s stupid, okay? I just thought that maybe I’d get one. It was worth a shot.”

Derek’s heart broke but Stiles quickly went to bed. Derek was determined to find a golden ticket for Stiles.

It may have taken him an entire day, and spending a few hours with his Uncle Peter but it was worth it. Derek handed Stiles the ticket and Stiles’s eyes went wide in shock. “Der? How? You hate chocolate.”

Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles and buried his nose against his mate’s neck. “Mhmm, but I love you.”

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[quackquackcey]

Typical Stiles

Stiles always has important questions.~ 🧐 (AO3).

For @sterekdrabbles 1/26/24 prompt: ‘bite, size, know’. Theme: 'gentleness.' 100 words. Rated T. Tags: established relationship, implied sexual content, banter.

"...You're huge."

"Compared to you, yeah," said Derek.

Stiles huffed out a disbelieving laugh as he continued staring from his position straddling Derek's lap. "Compared to you, I'm bite-sized." 

"I wouldn't go that far."

"You're huge."

"I know," said Derek. "You already said that."

"'Cause you're frickin' huge!"

Derek snorted and pulled Stiles closer to leave more kiss marks on his neck. "Are you worried that I'm too big?"

"Oh, you'll fit," said Stiles with zero hesitation. "I'll make you fit," he promised.

Derek raised his eyebrows. "But?"

"...Has anyone ever thought you were carrying 'cause you're so big?"

"Wow."

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[teencopandthesourwolf]

AGAINST ALL ODDS

for @sterekdrabbles 22.01.24 challenge. the prompt words were: WHITE, LISTEN and UPSET. the end of the month theme was: GENTLENESS. #teen wolf movie fix-it, #magical stiles stilinski, #derek lives, #stiles stilinski is eli hale's other parent.

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Looking at Eli, his heart burned hotter than the flames.

I love you, son. 

His boy cried Dad! and Derek doubted his divine move…

“No.”

Derek's eyes flew open. 

Stiles?!

Bright light, then—

Blackness. 

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His head hurt.

I'm alive?

“Listen, I don't care how upset you'll be: I gave my jeep to the kid. Because fuck you, Derek.”

Derek tried swallowing. 

“He's mine too? Right?”

Shit. 

“Stiles—”

“I would’ve come back.”

Derek burned again.

“Exactly,” he whispered. 

Stiles sighed.

“No more self-sacrifice.” 

After a lifetime, Derek nodded.

Stiles rolled his eyes, shoved him and said, “Move over.”

So, Derek did. 

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[sterek-stuffs]

The rescue mission

"Okay, so, we'll surround them—"

"And then shoot them in the face," Stiles interrupted, "as an incentive—"

"NO!"

"But Scott, they've got Derek!" 

"Yes, and we're getting him back, but we gotta be careful!"

Stiles glared venomously.

"Look, they freak out, Derek might end up hurt—" Stiles' glare got colder. "—and we're not gonna let that happen! You're a cop, you know how this works!"

Stiles scowled. "Okay. But one wrong move and I'm shooting them. In the face."

Scott nodded. "Okay, buddy!" 

Stiles walked away and Scott turned to Allison. "I can't believe they let him have a gun."

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[sterekdrabbles]

Happy Monday! We hope you had a wonderful weekend!

Today's words are: pale, new, intend

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[wulfnerd]

Anniversary Discovery, sterek, g, 100w ◌ Stiles is late, and Derek discovers a new craving.  [ao3] For @sterekdrabbles, 13 Dec (mine, invite, mighty)

Stiles arrives late to their first-anniversary dinner, and Derek’s ready to ask if Stiles had second thoughts, but instead, he’s mesmerized.

It can’t be helped.

When he invited Stiles to live with him and had the “what’s mine is yours” speech, Derek didn’t expect to see Stiles wearing his clothing.

“What? Is this not OK?”

Stiles lifts a hand, touching the leather jacket, seemingly ready to take it off should Derek ask.

Derek tries to think of a response that doesn’t reveal the sudden but mighty need to see Stiles in more of his clothing.

“No.” He swallows. “You’re good.”

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[renmackree]

Touch

for @sterekdrabbles 01.12.24. words: Substance, Cheat, Inquire

Derek sighed as he crossed off another pathway from the map; his eyes looked sunken and hollow, like he hadn’t slept. Stiles didn’t know if the wolf could last without daily sleep, and it wasn’t something you inquired about randomly. It was a question of substance that required tact and delicate coaxing.

Stiles stepped beside Derek and pressed closer to feel the warmth of the wolf against him, cheating for physical affection at this point. The Alpha didn’t back away. Instead, he leaned closer to the gentle touch; Stiles swearing Derek actually relaxed for a moment.

Until Isaac walked in.

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