#sterek double drabble

[sapphireginger]

Pack Mama

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Stiles had always considered himself pack mom but one night, when everyone thanked Melissa for dinner, they called her Mama McCall. 

Stiles felt he had been doused with a bucket of ice water. He considered the pack his pups and Derek his mate, but they didn’t call him mom.

He quietly cleaned up after dinner, his heart heavy, his mind buzzing. The spark quickly dampened his emotions. He didn’t want anyone to know how hurt he was. It wasn’t a big deal anyway. He went to bed early and was sure no one suspected a thing. 

Someone must’ve caught onto how he was feeling despite his efforts. When Mother’s Day rolled around, there were four people who received cards and gifts, Melissa, Natalie, Talia and—“Happy Mother’s Day, Mama Stiles!” the pack cheered. 

Stiles opened his cards and gifts with happy tears in his eyes. He had always been a caregiver and nurturer. They all knew that and refused to let him think he wasn’t their pack mama just like Derek was their pack papa. 

“Love you, pups,” Stiles whispered. 

They all crowded around him, pulling him into a puppy pile, returning his love ten fold. “We love you too!”

[just-another-busy-fangirl-writes]

Lost, Sterek, 200w (double drabble), teen [AO3] @sterekdrabbles 7/31/23 (mean, rainstorm, white)

Stiles probably should have checked the weather before going out into the preserve to practice his spark magic. Either that, or brought a werewolf with him, who could sniff their way back to the Jeep when Stiles inevitably got lost.

Because that’s what he was now - lost.

In a rainstorm.

Soaked to the bone, Stiles kept trudging along, knowing that eventually he’d find a road. 

Another step and Stiles heard a snap of a branch behind him. He froze, heart racing. Just as he was slowly turning to look over his shoulder, a white flash of lightning lit the sky and a huge, dark shape jumped out at him.

It hit him and they fell to the ground, the shape rolling at the last minute to hit the earth first.

Stiles stared down at Derek, panicked heart beating a thousand miles a minute. “You’re so mean!” he cried, beating a fist against Derek’s chest. “I nearly had a hear tattack!”

Derek just grinned up at him, holding Stiles’s body close. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he replied. “Plus, you’re going the wrong direction.”

Stiles collapsed on Derek’s chest, letting the rain fall down on them as Derek held him tight.

[muskywolfthings]

Open House

((A quick drabble I've been working on the last few days- it's not much, but I LOVED writing it, and it's helped me get back into a little bit of a flow- hope you guys enjoy! No real smut ahead, but lots of fluffy daddy sterek feels))

Open Houses had always been a breeze for Stiles and Derek. Eli was a model student, even when he was taking after Stiles a little /too/ much- brain to mouth filter dwindling as he got older, and came into his personality more. Stiles usually steamrolled through most of their interactions, Derek a comforting presence over his shoulder agreeing with his husband’s stance on everything- even after all their years together, Stiles was still very much the center point in their household. A very loud, sometimes obnoxious, and sarcastic center, but he wouldn’t have been both his husband, and his son's anchor if he wasn’t good at his job. One of his jobs, that is. But Eli was starting High School in less than a week, and both Stiles and Derek were panicking. Just a bit. Derek more so than Stiles, which he blamed on Eli’s wolf becoming harder to control as he reached the more intense throes of puberty- but Stiles knew better. His husband was one big gigantic softie, and he couldn’t fathom that their baby boy was growing up. Much too fast for either of their likings.

High school was such a milestone! It was huge! It’s when Eli would start thinking about college, /really/ thinking about girls- “And guys! I take after my pops, equal opportunity all the way” Eli would boast with a grin- parties, experimenting in all aspects. His academic workload was going to double, given his advanced classes, more hectic schedule- juggling lacrosse in the fall, basketball in the spring, band and theater, Eli had a full plate.

Stiles always made it clear to him though, that while high school was a formative time in his life- it wasn’t where things ended. It was a blast, it was hard, sometimes he’d wish he never had to go back, and some days he’d wish he could create a time loop in freshman year and never escape it. But they were a pack, a family. Eli would have one of the best support systems for the entirety of his existence. Stiles and Derek weren’t just going to throw him to the metaphorical wolves once he graduated.

He was their baby. He would always be their baby, which came with certain ups and downs. One of the ups though, being he’d always have someone there to help him. Especially once he was out of high school, and things got scarier- more real. Which, Stiles thought at least, made Eli more excited, and less prone to fears of the future, as he stood in front of his fathers in front of the school- Stiles holding onto his arm with a smile, and Derek keeping one firm hand on Eli’s shoulder as they entered Beacon Hills High School.

And boy, what a nostalgia trip it was.

Stiles and Derek hadn’t stepped foot in those halls since before Eli was born- and it wasn’t lost on either of them how bittersweet it was to do so.

“Please don’t cry dad,” Eli whined, glancing over his shoulder at Stiles, who sniffled once, before squaring his shoulders and nodding stiffly. Derek chuffing a laugh under his breath, and leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Stiles’ neck. “Leave your father alone, he’s reminiscing about the day’s he used to be shoved into these lockers.” Derek teased, smiling brightly as Stiles balked, and tried to slap him over his shoulder- Derek catching his hand easily, and kissing along each knuckle. A warm blush took over Stiles’ cheeks as he did so, and Eli gagged.

“You’re gonna give these kids reason to ridicule me for literally the rest of my life,” Eli sighed, miming shooting himself square between the eyes- Derek rolling his eyes at his sons dramatics, even as Stiles reached forward to pinch his cheeks and coo at the boy- just as a group of girls breezed past, giggling to themselves as Eli fought his father back, horrified.

There was a brief assembly in the gym, where each teacher introduced themselves in front of the room full of students and their guardians- their names, their subject, and the grades they taught. The students were free to accompany their parents to meet each of their teachers, but they were encouraged to mingle, and hang out in the gymnasium, and out on the lacrosse field where there were concessions set up, while the teachers and guardians mingled about the school.

As soon as they were dismissed to go about the rest of the evening, Eli booked it outside- assuring his dads he’d stay out of trouble, and introduce himself to his teachers before the evening ended. Which left Stiles and Derek, Eli’s schedule in hand, to start their own rounds.

Given Eli’s regular course load, and extracurriculars, it meant they couldn’t linger too long in what classroom. Their son being a social butterfly was quite draining. Now Stiles knew how his dad felt- though he supposed in some respects this was better: at least meeting Eli’s coach wasn’t moot, he wouldn’t be a benchwarmer like Stiles. Thank god.

The first two teachers they met were a breeze- Stiles did most of the talking, Derek humming his approval of teaching plans, and nodding where he saw fit. Derek had never been very verbose, even as a teenager, and it was moments like these he appreciated his husbands ability to pull words seemingly out of his ass.

It wasn’t till they met with the band instructor- a man in his mid twenties, that Derek became even more quiet. His arm found its way around Stiles’ shoulder, as he went on about how badly he wanted to play the trumpet as a child- laughing openly, unaware of the other man’s gaze sliding over his body. Right. In front. Of Derek.

Derek wouldn’t necessarily call himself possessive (Stiles would, Stiles absolutely would) and don’t get him wrong! His husband's charm and physical attraction wasn’t lost on him in the slightest.

But that’s the thing. It was /his/ He belonged to Derek.

Kind of.

Not in a property sort of way! But like…sort of.

Derek also knew there wasn’t much he could do about it- he could scent and sense things about people that he wasn’t technically supposed to. His face twisted up in slight disgust at the wave of arousal that poured off of the man in front of them- a cloud of it cloaking itself over he and Stiles the longer they chatted.

Derek was quick to grumble about how they needed to keep it moving, and he corralled Stiles out of the band hall and towards their next class- all too aware suddenly of all the looks they were getting.

Derek was never blind to his own physical appearance, but almost none of the attention pointing their direction, was pointed towards himself. Sure, the occasional couple would take them both in appreciatively- but as soon as Stiles opened his mouth, everyone’s eyes gravitated towards him. He was warm, and kind- handsome, and loved his husband and son. Derek supposed that was reason enough to drop everyone’s panties.

Derek got increasingly more handsy as the night wore on, and by the time they were making their way to coach Finstock’s office for a quick hello- Derek couldn’t take it anymore.

“Where are we going?” Stiles asked quietly, rubbing his thumb over Derek’s knuckles where they held hands- Derek skirting them through the halls of parents and students- ducking into an empty classroom before they could be seen, and pressing Stiles up against the door. Mouth immediately on his pulse point, hands finding their way up and under his sweater.

“Derek!” Stiles hissed, glancing over his shoulder, into the almost empty hallway outside though the small window at the top of the door- biting his lip as Derek growled against his throat- hot tongue sliding across his throat, before Derek bit down gently, positively purring as Stiles gasped- the spicy scent of his mates arousal cloaking Derek entirely- filling the small classroom completely with their combined scents.

Derek fucking loved it.

“This is so not professional, Eli’s gonna know what we were doing! Do you want to scar our child, Der?” Stiles pouted- though one of his hands was already in Derek’s jeans- cupping his ass, while his other tugged at the hair at the nape of Derek’s neck gently- scratching just where he knew his wolf loved. If Derek had a tail, it would be wagging like crazy.

“We don’t have to do anything,” Derek assured him quietly, nibbling just below Stiles’ ear, sucking a light red mark there for good measure after. “-I just needed to get my hands on you. And my mouth..and my-” “Yes! Yes that’s very clear, you dick,” Stiles interrupted quickly, grinding up and against Derek softly- mouth falling open on a quiet gasp at how hard Derek was. What was even happening.

“Remember when we used to sneak in here?” Derek prompted quietly, voice deep, and husky- dripping with so much lust he was threatening to drown Stiles in it. “You’ve been such a bad boy, Mr Stilinski,” Derek purred, Stiles’ mind thrust back to when he was nineteen, and a lot more willing to risk public indecency charges- Derek bending him over desks, benches in the locker room- even tables in the cafeteria, after hours when they’d snuck in. It was so bad, so wrong, but so, so, hot.

“I love you so much.” Stiles laughed, kissing down Derek’s cheek, and sliding one of his palms along the hot ;length of his husband's cock through his jeans. “As much as I want to swallow your cock, right here, in this classroom,” Stiles began, rubbing circles in the fat heft of Derek’s balls through the denim, “-we need to go see Finstock, and then make sure Eli talked to his teachers. Then maybe see if he still wants to spend the night at Jake’s.” Derek nodded stiffly, and while he was no young man anymore, not really, he was so close to cumming in his jeans it wasn’t even funny.

Fuck. “I love you too,” Derek breathed, nosing along Stiles hairline, before snapping his fangs at the man playfully- practically beaming when Stiles laughed- loud and happy, music to Derek’s ears, as they composed themselves enough to head back out into the school. Hands interlocked, a promise of a wild evening hanging between the two of them.

[sterekposevents]

STEREK DECEMBER 2023

Whether they've been naughty or nice, are feeling festive or not, there's plenty for Sterek to do in December. These stories can be any length (from a drabble to a longer story) and can be posted any time in the month of December. Do you want to try for a single bingo, a double bingo, or maybe a blackout? There's plenty of prompt fun to be had here. And best of all, we've got an open collection for you to share your work with others this month.

Ao3 Collection is open: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/SterekDecember2023/

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

I have no idea where this came from, but I decided to write a thing when I saw that Crimson_Fanfic_Writer_7 needed some cheering up and asked for Sterek, angst and hurt/comfort for TML's Drabble for Dopamine. This was honestly supposed to be 500 words, but somehow transformed into a mini monster of its own. Inspired by @whumptember's alternative prompts, "You don't deserve this." and "It should have been me." Mind the tags below. Title: The Walls Came Crashing Down (<- on AO3) Rating: Teen Ship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski WC: 4.2k Tags: AU- Canon Divergence, Post-Kanima Arc, Post-Nogitsune Arc, SPN S1 Ep5 Bloody Mary, Urban Legends, Whump, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Stiles Stilinski, Hurt Jackson Whittemore, Lydia Martin Saves the Day, Derek Hale to the Rescue, Unconsciousness, Implied/Referenced Torture, Survivor Guilt, Regret, Blood and Injury, Panic Attacks, Crying, Canon-Typical Violence, Pack, Stiles Needs a Hug, Derek Hale Comforts Stiles, POV Stiles, Hopeful Ending Summary:

"Stop thinking so hard, or you’re going to bleed." Surely it couldn’t be—wasn’t his Pack supposed to be duking things out with vampires right now? But a very solid and reassuring hand squeezed his own. Grounding him. Holding on, as if to drain away his pain. There was only one person who always did this whenever he got hurt. "Derek?" Stiles whispered, his voice raw and scratchy. * [Or: A mission goes horribly wrong, and Stiles finally figures out where he stands with Derek.]

Okay, so this fic is different from what I usually lean toward. Yeah, I'm an angst and hurt/comfort person, but it's rare for me to write about the whumpier and bloodier things. Reading it is one thing, but writing it really makes you wonder about a lot (ie. how everything physical is tied in with all things mental and emotional), and making sure to double-check things like facts and tagging. Also, I've been wanting to write a Bloody Mary thing for...a decade? I don't even know...there's something about common myths and urban legends that's so interesting and eerie. Love the lore and the potential for all the suspense, mystery and action that can come out of each and every story. Throw in some hurt characters, and hey, I guess things gotta get bad before they get better? Feels that pull, that's what it's about. This really was a treat to write, lbh. And I will look for an excuse for Stiles and Derek to make each other feel better. They've seen some Stuff, and they 1000% deserve all the comfort and hugs. Anyway, something new for the fall and pre-spooky season. I hope you give this a read when you have a chance. Enjoy!

[ereshai]

Fic Stats game

I saw @signechan post this and it looked like fun

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.

Most hits: 14547

Right In Front of Your Face (Clint/Coulson, 2561 words, G)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/653452

Second-most kudos: 1058

Stiles and the Hot Dad (Sterek, 2589 words, T)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19908205

Third-most comments: 44

In the Cold Dark Night (pre-Clint/Coulson, 9999 words, T)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5581189

Fourth-most bookmarks: 86

The Potter Plan (Drarry, 3451 words, G)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4352060

Fifth-most words: 11770

A Rock and a Hard Place (Clint/Coulson, 11770 words, E)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2602019

Fewest words: 100

I have 2 drabbles (most of my drabbles turn into double drabbles)

Innocent Question (Wen Qing & Wen Ning, 100 words, G)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39044022

晕船 (yùn chuán) (Lan Sizhui, 100 words, G)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50581648

Tagging anyone who wants to do it ;)

[sterek-ao3feed-archive]

Lube Cubes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49986721 by sapphireginger Words: 200, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 14 of Sapphire’s Drabbles (sapphireginger) Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Lube, Temperature Play, Top Stiles Stilinski, Bottom Derek Hale, Kinky sex, Lube Cubes, Blindfolds, Double Drabble, Sterek Double Drabble read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49986721

[jennoasis]

September Drabble Challenge Day 28: Fail

“Stiles?” Derek poked his head into Stiles’ workspace, and saw the other staring out the window. “Stiles?” No response so Derek touched Stiles’ shoulder.

Stiles blinked in surprise. “Derek?” His eyes widened. “What time is it?” He glanced at the clock on the wall and cursed, moving back over to his desk to pore over the notes he had out.

“What happened?” “Was working on a new spell but my brain kept failing to supply me the last step. I told myself to take a break and I took too long a break. I really wanted to finish this today too.” “Have you eaten?” “Uh, in the morning?” Derek sighed. “Okay come on. I’ll make us dinner.” “No, it’s fine. I’m not hungry--Derek!” Stiles’ eyes widened as Derek lifted him, throwing him over his shoulder. “Hey listen, I’m always up for some nookie but—“ Derek snorted, lightly smacking Stiles’ butt. “Behave.” “You’re the one with his hand on my ass.” Derek set Stiles down in a kitchen chair. “Stay.” Derek commanded, leaning in to lightly kiss Stiles. “Okay, fine.” Stiles mumbled and Derek knew he’d listen until he at least ate. After that, they’d tackle the spell together.

  You know I had to write my Sterek boys one more time before the end of the month. And a double drabble at that. Boom! Originally, I was going to write a much sadder drabble for today but I didn’t have the heart to make it sad lol. This is for Day 28 (The Word of the Day is Fail (I used Failing) from this incredible challenge list here! Thanks!

[jmeelee]

Could I please request prompt number 86. "I guess dying with you isn't the worst way to go." Thanks :)

If you’d asked twelve hours ago, Stiles would have said he’d always found the phrase le petite mort—the little death—pretty freaking pretentious. Come on, nobody is that good in bed. But that was twelve hours ago, before a body-warm sheet draped across Derek’s groin and thighs, before sunbeams chased each other across the divot between Derek’s clavicles. Now Stiles lazily ponders who coined the phrase, because he wants to shake their hand and boast about dying three times last night. He’ll google it, as soon as he summons the energy to move his heavy, sated limbs. Which will be never.

“I can hear your brain,” Derek huffs, eyelids a barricade against the dawn light invading the bedroom. “Do I even want to know?”

Stiles isn’t naive enough to think it will always be like this: bucket-kicking, farm-buying, daisy-pushing explosions. He’s at peace knowing there will sometimes be reprieves. “I was just thinking, if I have to bite it sometime, I guess dying with you isn't the worst way to go.”

Derek cracks open one eye. “If I do that thing you liked with my mouth again, will you quit being so morbid?”

Stiles’ fourth life comes to a sticky end.

Send me a pairing and a number and I’ll write you a Drabble!

[novkat21]

Truth or Dare

@novemberhush gave us a challenge in the @sterekdrabbles discord. It was simply titled 'Game Night' and it could be a drabble or double drabble.

I haven't written in a hot minute, so I hope you all like it! Might turn it into a full story!

Also on AO3.

~

“You want me to…?”

“Yep!”

“But…”

“You said dare and you can’t take it back, Stiles!” Erica says, bouncing in her seat excitedly.

"You don't have to," Scott tells him. "You can change to truth!"

"Nope!"

Stiles swallows nervously, his heartbeat pounding in his ears as he turns back to Derek. The man looks slightly nervous as well, but it’s easily masked with his signature scowl. The tension between them rises and Stiles can barely keep eye contact with the werewolf.

“Any day now,” Lydia pressures, looking between the two.

“Right, right, um, okay,” Stiles mutters.

He sighs and crawls across the floor to Derek. He stops a few inches away, staring into those hazel eyes. He wets his lips and flickers his gaze to Derek’s. He can feel everyone’s eyes on him now as he slowly leans forward. He closes his eyes right as their lips touch. He inhales sharply, surprised by the sparks that fly between them.

Neither of them move for a moment and then Stiles is deepening the kiss, leaning closer to Derek. He can barely hear everyone around them.

He opens his eyes as he slowly pulls away and finds Derek looking back at him.

[sapphireginger]

Chocolatey Hate but Wolfy Love

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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.”

[backinteenwolfhell]

Escape Room XVII

@sterekdrabbles

Part Sixteen

Light glinted off of the silver filigree that decorated the corners of the cabinet. The glass in the door was spotless, the dark wood polished to a gleam. It didn’t belong in this room.

Stiles pulled the knob, but it wouldn’t open. He tapped on the glass - the sound it made was dull, as if it wasn’t glass at all.

“That’s weird,” he muttered to himself. He knocked on the glass, then on the side - it sounded the same. “I think it’s a door,” he said.

“Where does it lead?” Derek asked, not completely accusatory.

“I have no idea. Yet.”

[sterekshaven]

@sterekdrabbles’ discord challenge by @allourheroes from August 25:

Write a double drabble inspired by the quote, “I always thought that I’d get married for true love, or because I was wasted.” (From Disenchantment)

Here’s my take on that. It is heavily inspired by this post.

(on ao3)

<< Can you marry me

Derek stared at his phone, his brain desperately trying to figure out why Stiles would ask that.

<< I just got back from my school and they said they cannot give me any aid except for unsubsidised loans unless I have a child, get married or turn 24, so I have to get married

Disappointment hit hard, but he still replied quickly.

>> Okay

<< Wait? Really?

>> Yes really. What do we need to do?

Stiles’ smile was nervous, his scent, everything about him was nervous, and Derek tried to smile reassuringly.

”This isn’t really how I expected to get married,” Stiles said, fiddling with his tie.

“Sober and not in love with your fiance?” Derek joked.

“Right.” Stiles smile was forced. “Sober and not in love with my fiance.”

Derek blinked at the stumble of his heart. “Oh.”

“Sorry,” Stiles mumbled.

After everything was signed and done, Derek cupped Stiles’ jaw and slowly leaned in for a soft press of lips. Stiles’ eyes were huge when he pulled back.

“It’s a bit backwards, marrying before dating,” Derek said. He shrugged. “It fits us though.”

A smile spread on Stiles’ face, until he was downright beaming. “It does, yeah.”

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

Stuff done so far 2023

Thanks for the tag, @crazybutgood! I’ve definitely been taking it easier this year, since the end of 2022 was a difficult one that made me step on the brakes hard for pretty much everything as we entered 2023. But I’ve been getting by, and given the on-going chaos with life as a whole, I think I’ve accomplished more than I give myself credit for. So far, I have:

>> Completed both of my 2022 FTH art requests >> Submitted an offer for a 2023 art request (for 3 fandoms) >> Created some Sterek art and wrote a double drabble for Valentine’s Day >> Learned how to code and use skins for AO3 fics (my gods, it’s super fun to play with!) >> Wrote ~14k (aka 3 chapters) for a Sterek long fic that probs going to be 45k+ at the end. I have one more chapter to clean up and edit before I can finally post this baby up as a WIP. Gods, the end of this first phase is sooo close! >> Got everything together for this year’s Wood You Rather challenge, which starts March 1st (less than a week, on Wednesday!) >> Picking up where I left off for a long-awaited Drarry art request, which I’ve been dying to dig back into for a while. >> Balancing all the work chaos...I’ll spare the details, but since I’m a subject matter expert for what I do, apparently I’m wearing 5 different hats and it has been kind of shitty since last year. Also, our IT department is severely lacking so... >> Dealing with stuff that comes along with taking care of family. Adulting and being a co-caretaker is really hard, especially when others are unsupportive and unhelpful. It does mean a hell lot more driving these days and cutting back on things I want to do bc less free time, but we all gotta do what we gotta do. >> I got to host some awesome HP folks at my house last weekend, which was so lovely! >> Just got a thigh tattoo done this afternoon that pays tribute to my love for tea, art and HP! This one is my biggest one yet, and I’m excited to expand on it in the near future. >> Bingeing the hell out of all the fics I can get my hands on, basically to keep sane during this really weird time rn.

Tagging (and this is just for funsies, so no pressure): @julcheninred, @hey-flynn, @tenthousandyearsx, @getawayfox, @lumosatnight, @imanakletos, @broomsticks, @fantasyborn and anyone else who wants to join in!

[sterekstorm]

@sterekdrabbles 12/5 words: golden, oak, stumble

this is a double drabble written for the challenge by @whispering-sumire755 to write something inspired by any song by the band Rainbow Kitten Surprise, I chose their song Hide 

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Stiles drove down the coast, the salty sea air whipping past him through the open window as the golden sun dipped into the waves. His eyes burned with the wind and unshed tears as he was reminded of the pictures he took with Derek last time he went to the ocean with his boyfriend, when they had stumbled to the beach on a lazy afternoon. That seemed so far away now, and Derek...had left.

They were starting to get serious, and Stiles had suggested they finally tell their friends that they were dating, and Derek just bailed. Stiles didn’t know what he had done wrong. He had been sick of hiding. He wanted to hate Derek for leaving, but in reality, he just missed him.

The song on the radio was oddly fitting and Stiles was lost in the music when his phone started ringing. He pulled off the highway to answer the call at a viewpoint beside a single oak tree that looked as lonely as he felt. He was shocked to see that Derek was the one calling. For a few moments, he just stared at the phone before he took a deep breath before answering.

“Hello?”

[sterek-ao3feed-archive]

Baseball

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49798093 by sapphireginger Words: 200, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 11 of Sapphire’s Drabbles (sapphireginger) Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Baseball, Twilight References, Werewolves, sterek, BAMF Stiles Stilinski, Double Drabble, Drabble read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49798093