& fic
title: put 'em up
author: acidquill
disclaimer: don't own em
fandom: teen wolf
rating: g
character(s)/pairings: Stiles/Derek
word count: 245
notes: non-specific timeline, just an excuse for complete & utter fluff for bxdcubes on tumblr. & hey my first completed project for mini_wrimo.
It’s been quiet. Perfect time for a day of nothing but pizza, movies, and moving as little as possible.
The rest of the pack scattered a while ago, but Stiles is sticking it out till the bitter end. ‘Course he has more than a little incentive. He stretches; there’s a rumble from the other end of the couch. Onscreen, Thor and Tony Stark are doing a decent job of kicking each other’s ass.
Stiles sinks back into the couch, pulls Derek’s feet into his lap. Fights a smile when Derek doesn’t move except to shove his toes against the back of Stiles’ hand. It’s harder than usual; Derek has on those damn socks - the ones from his last birthday. Stiles got them on a fluke, and yeah he was being kind of an asshole; how was he supposed to resist the combination of that purple and a Red Riding Hood print? He never thought Derek would wear them. Okay, well not more than once.
Derek prods Stiles with his toes again.
“Yeah, yeah big bad, I gotcha.”
He circles one hairy ankle, brings it crazy sock and all, to his mouth and presses a kiss on the bone. Derek squirms. Stiles can’t help grinning. He lowers Derek’s foot back to his lap and digs his thumbs into the arch of Derek’s left foot, works out and up before moving on to the right one. Watches his boyfriend melt by degrees.
Yeah, it’s a good day.
- end
author: acidquill
disclaimer: don't own em
fandom: teen wolf
rating: g
character(s)/pairings: Stiles/Derek
word count: 245
notes: non-specific timeline, just an excuse for complete & utter fluff for bxdcubes on tumblr. & hey my first completed project for mini_wrimo.
It’s been quiet. Perfect time for a day of nothing but pizza, movies, and moving as little as possible.
The rest of the pack scattered a while ago, but Stiles is sticking it out till the bitter end. ‘Course he has more than a little incentive. He stretches; there’s a rumble from the other end of the couch. Onscreen, Thor and Tony Stark are doing a decent job of kicking each other’s ass.
Stiles sinks back into the couch, pulls Derek’s feet into his lap. Fights a smile when Derek doesn’t move except to shove his toes against the back of Stiles’ hand. It’s harder than usual; Derek has on those damn socks - the ones from his last birthday. Stiles got them on a fluke, and yeah he was being kind of an asshole; how was he supposed to resist the combination of that purple and a Red Riding Hood print? He never thought Derek would wear them. Okay, well not more than once.
Derek prods Stiles with his toes again.
“Yeah, yeah big bad, I gotcha.”
He circles one hairy ankle, brings it crazy sock and all, to his mouth and presses a kiss on the bone. Derek squirms. Stiles can’t help grinning. He lowers Derek’s foot back to his lap and digs his thumbs into the arch of Derek’s left foot, works out and up before moving on to the right one. Watches his boyfriend melt by degrees.
Yeah, it’s a good day.
- end