Oops.
Imagine your OTP cuddling in bed asleep, when person A hogs the bed and accidently pushes person B off.
i wrote fic when i should have been doing hw HA smh
i’m sorry, it sucks
Super cute^
“Do it.” Stiles managed to mumble past the cookie in his mouth. It wasn’t surprising that his big mouth could still form coherent words even when obstructed by homemade baked goods.
“Stiles, no. It’s not happening and you look like an idiot.”
“Since when is that new?” Stiles narrowed his eyes in a challenge. He was willing to make fun of himself to get what he wanted and Derek actually liked when he did that, gave him more reason to tease Stiles later with what he admitted, only to have Stiles deny it ever happened. Derek stared back and just when Stiles sighed, eyes flashing with disappointment, Derek leaned in fast and bit half of the cookie that was dangling from Stiles’ mouth.
Immediately Stiles flushed, his lips spread into a wide smile, as Derek chewed quietly on the cookie. It wasn’t half bad, pretty good actually, but Derek wasn’t going to let Stiles know. He was going to stare at him in the brooding, intimidating face he used on the betas.
Stiles wasn’t buying it. “Told ya they were good.”
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Do you ever wake up, and find a teenager on you?
Three hours… three long, muscle cramping hours Derek had laid there. Stiff as a board. With a Stiles. Covering like a heavy, lanky and awkwardly muttering in his sleep blanket - that may or may not have drooled on his a couple times. Technically, Derek could get out of this predicament - which had him wishing there were tiles on his ceiling so he could count them - because he was Derek Hale. He was the alpha. And the alpha could easily lift a body that was laying on his own. Except this alpha had a human mate who was not particular a morning person - and considering Stiles’ definition of morning started at 10am…
Derek’s five o’clock shadow was coming in at eleven in the morning and he was sure it was because his body had been so bored with him that it rebelled. Growing hair, that’s the most he could do at the moment and he sighed as Stiles’ mouthed at Derek’s neck, mumbling something about bees and “I don’t want the hot sauce in my pants” in his dream nightmare. One more hour. Derek would give him one more hour to wake up naturally because then it wouldn’t be his fault when Stiles woke up on the floor after Derek rolled over in his sleep.
Throws laptop out the window.
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