One sentence a day keeps the hunters away |
Sometimes all you need is a huge 55K fic filled with UST, action, drama and sex. Sometimes, instead, all you need to change the outcome of your day is one small sentence. Sometimes all you need is love. Or Derek/Stiles - which is kind of the same thing, if you ask me. |
Day nine
20. curtains
They go curtain shopping the Sunday after Derek’s finished renovating the house and Stiles enthusiastically examines fabric swatches with Lydia whilst Derek shakes his head, smiling fondly.
Day nine
9. glitter
The glitter got every where - on his skin, in his hair, probably even down the crack of his ass - but even Derek has to admit that the look on Stile’s face when he sauntered in dressed like a stripper made it totally worth it.
Day nine
3. crown
It’s only after Stiles sets the fake plastic crown on Derek’s head that Danny points out Stiles is Queen by default.
Day nine
21. golden
He wakes up and the room is filled with the golden light of early morning sun, “Too early. Go back to sleep,” Derek murmurs in his ear, wrapping an arm around him and Stiles threads his fingers through Derek’s and draws the hand up to his chest, resting over his heart.
Day nine
22. wind
As the storm blew harshly all around the house, the wind blowing at the trees to pound at the glass windows, the water crashing down over every fracture, the lightning and thunder dancing in the clouds, Derek was glad Stiles’ home wasn’t falling apart like his, and that his father didn’t mind his son inviting his older, somewhat problematic, boyfriend over during the hurricane season.
The glass is jutting out in broken angles and Derek isn’t sure where his blood ends and Stiles’s starts, but the way that Stiles is breathing makes Derek’s chest hurt in a way he’s fairly certain only happens when you think you’re about to lose someone you can’t live without, and there’s nothing you can do to help them.
Day nine
24. deal
This exchange of their breaths, the desperate press of their lips- it is a deal between the two of them, to never leave the other alone again.
Day nine
23. couch
Running from a nest of ghouls (and dealing with subsequent volcanic rage on the part of a certain overprotective werewolf for being anywhere near a nest a ghouls to begin with,) was so exhausting that Stiles didn’t even make it upstairs, choosing instead to sack out on the couch — so he’s surprised when he claws his way back to consciousness to find himself in bed, head pillowed in Derek’s lap.
Day nine
28. tinsel
“HERE’S TINSEL IN YOUR EYE!”; the shower of tinsel was the least of the many events which had transpired over the past few hours that convinced Derek that alcohol and Stiles should never again share company it was, however, the only one which anyone caught evidence of, he could hear Lydia and Allison tittering over the number of notes it was getting (what even? No, he didn’t want to know) while he chased down the drunk teen and forced water on him.
Day nine
08. grassIt really didn’t come as any surprise to Stiles that, after finding Derek sleeping fitfully on the moth-eaten couch in what passed for his living room and deciding that poking a sleeping wolf could be funny and/or entertaining, he was thrown bodily through a window and ended up with a mouthful of grass and sod - what did surprise him, however, were the careful hands that helped him up a second later, and the concerned green eyes under the scowl.
