Temblor

[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 03/18/19: “move, introduce, black”]

On AO3.

Beacon Hills hadn’t had an earthquake since before he was born but Stiles felt the earth move after his dad said, “Son, let me introduce you to Deputy Hale.”

All he’d wanted was to bring his dad lunch, not discover his life’s new purpose, suddenly becoming how to date the jewel-eyed, black-haired new deputy.

“Son?” The Sheriff’s voice failed to pierce Stile’s reverie.

“Stiles.”

“What? Yeah! Hi… Deputy Hale. I’m…”

Sheriff John watched his son lapse into staring again. Not only that, his deputy was blushing as he stared at Stiles.

John sighed, very grateful he was already sitting down.

Cozy, with Cheese

[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 03/20/19: “scream, cell, infect”]

On AO3.

Shrill screams lured Stiles to the living room where Derek sat in near darkness.

“What’s this?” he asked, instantly fixated by the black-and-white scenes on the TV.

Derek sounded bored. “Gorilla, infected with alien virus, escaped its isolation cell, terrorizing city.”

“Oooh! Classic 50’s sci fi!” Stiles dropped onto the couch, nearly in Derek’s lap.

Derek wrapped an arm around him, holding him close.

Watching a blonde flee the rampaging ape, her hair-do and makeup remaining flawless throughout the pursuit, “We need popcorn,” Stiles said.

“I’ll make us some.” But Derek didn’t move, except to kiss Stiles on the neck.

Thanks for Breakfast

[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 03/22/19: “slippery, flash, dribble”]

On AO3.

Still half-asleep Derek watched Stiles wield a slippery butter knife to lay three pats artfully atop a stack of pancakes. Over them he poured maple syrup till it dribbled down the sides. No less than six strips of bacon finished the presentation.

Derek wondered what inspired his boyfriend to such attentive plating when Stiles usually scarfed down food with no regard for culinary artistry, like a famished raccoon.

When the bountiful plate was set before him Derek’s surprised expression was answered by Stiles’s flashy smile.

“After what you accomplished last night,” Stiles grinned, not innocently, “you deserve a sweet reward.