“Can be your Christmas present,Derek?” “Every day with you is a gift, Stiles…” “You are so wow..”
Sterek!Doge AU Maybe as the first year of Doge!Stiles being rescued from the high kill shelter and brought into CourageWolf!Derek’s pack, he begins to find the confidence in himself to be more outgoing, not be ashamed of his odd speech pattern that seems to normalize over time but still lingers there when he doesn’t feel like putting much effort into talking. Perhaps, just perhaps, Stiles is finding himself to be more fond of the courageous and wonderful alpha that rescued him. Perhaps the feelings of the fluttering butterflies in his soft tummy are not ones that he wants to bash away, but perhaps ones that give way to more positive and wow feelings. Perhaps, the looks Derek gives him are ones that Stiles is hopefully reading correct, so he bundles up all the courage that his pack and his new family have given him these last few months, and takes that leap of faith and declare that his feelings for Derek are very wow and make him feel such flutter in his tummy. And this Christmas?
Well this Christmas may just end up being very very wow.
May I have a scenario, where 2pFrance kisses his s/o for the first time? :3 if you don't mind?
France wasn’t a romantic person, you knew this and accepted him for it. Though sometimes it did hurt, the only “love” he has ever shown you was when he would fuck you, like you were one of his old one night stands. To be honest, you didn’t know if he actually liked you or the sex. Yet you stayed with him, why did you stay with him, he’s never kissed you, not even during sex, no hand holding, not even a handshake was exchanged between you and the grumpy Persian. It hurt, alot. So for an experiment you left him, and moved in with Ollie for a week, which has led you to where you are now.
“S/O get in the car, we are going home.” Lois growled as he started to shove your things into a bag, a cigarette in his mouth, not lit on Oliver’s request. The request he only followed if it was Oliver asking. He never put out his cigarette if you asked, not even bothering to open a window when he smoked letting the toxic gas fill which ever room you were in. Why did he only listen to Ollie? Why not you, his very own S/O?!?
“No” that made him stop, he turned slowly towards you, his bangs covering his face so you couldn’t see his expression. To be honest, it terrified you to see, he seemed to be frozen in place. You were starting to wish Oliver hadn’t left to give you two space, at least you would have a witness to your murder.
After a few seconds, but it felt like years to you, he took a deep breath and said one word “why” in the smallest voice, if it wasn’t as quiet as it was, you would have missed it.
“Why, WHY!? You really want to ask me that? You never show any affection to me! You don’t even look me in the eyes most of the time, YOU DON’T LOVE ME!”
At that, France pounded the wall, startling you into silence, and you thought you saw a small trickle of liquid on his chin, but that could have been the shadows. He was breathing was heavy, almost like he was trying to remain calm. “Why?”
“ I JUST SAID WHY!”
But he just kept saying “why” over and over again, like a prayer. It was starting to scare you.
“Louis?” you forced out, you had never seen him so … Broken before. “Hey, talk to me, you may not love me but I still love you. If you want to break up that’s ok” That got him out of whatever he was in.
His head whipped around, scaring you two steps back. His eyes were wide, like a scared child’s, tears streamed freely down his face, and his bottom lip quivered. “NO DON’T LEAVE ME S/O please,” and he kissed you, forcefully, like you were about to slip thru his fingers, which you nearly did. It became softer as you started to kiss back, it was salty from his tears, and soon your own tears started to fall.
“Awww,” Oliver cooed from the doorway, “see Francie, you can do it if you try”
“What” you asked, tilting your head adorably (I do this ALL the time, don’t judge)
Oliver walked over to a small table in the room, placing his signature cupcakes down. “Francie-Pants was asking how to show you that he did love you.” He dodged Louis’s punch, “He isn’t used to showing love as you know, so just,” another doge “teach him slowly ok?” Oliver quickly grabbed you and placed you between him and the angry French man, “he does love you, don’t doubt that. He even asked his 1p for advice!”