Sterek One-shots

Undeserving.

Stiles was watching him again, this had become a daily occurrence and he did not know how to deal with it. He knew Stiles' feelings for him, Stiles being Stiles had gotten bored of dancing around them and just blurted it out once after a Pack Night.

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Stiles came out of the bathroom after everyone had left, Scott had offered him a ride but Stiles had told him to go ahead and that he'll make his own way home. "Hey Der-Bear didn't really get to talk to you much tonight, not that you talk a lot normally but still I wanted to ask how you were doin'." After a moment of no response classified by Stiles as too long, he tried again "So... How are you?"

"Go home, Stiles." Was the grunting reply, it wasn't that he actually wanted Stiles to go home but he knew he should not - could not - stay.

"Ah! He speaks. I was beginning to wonder if you'd lost your voice somewhere in those magnificent eyebrows of yours. Anyway, that seemed to lack any actual answer to my question, so let's try that again shall we?" Without waiting for a reply he continued. "Because it's bad manners to ignore someone's question. Therefore, how are you, Derek?" His voice held no malice, only playful interest.

"I said go home, last time I checked it was bad manners to overstay your welcome." Yet again all gruff tones and furrowed brows, not what Stiles wanted.

"You know, I think that's the most you've said in, well, ever. To me at least. And yes it is but I asked the question before you asked me to leave." Stiles smirked, triumphant, as he bounced on the balls of his feet. Not out of nerves, Derek noted, but more out of habit.

"I wasn't asking."

"Well, in that case, that's just rude. Try questions I find they get you a lot further in life than..." He gestured wildly at Derek, "than that."

"I don't care." He needed Stiles to shut up and go. Right now.

Stiles hummed growing slightly aggravated, well if he was gonna play like this he's on. "I do." Was the simple reply in a tone that was definitely not in any way mocking Derek's. He would never do something like that.

"What?" This had taken a turn in Derek's opinion, but had it? Of course, Stiles cared, he was pack and rather like the pack mom too so it was basically his job to care. Maybe that wasn't what Stiles had meant at all, maybe he had just misinterpreted it. That was probably it...

"Come on, Derek, you can't seriously tell me you haven't smelt it on me. Yes, I care, I care about the pack and I care about you as part of the pack and as the alpha but you can't tell me you haven't worked out that I care about you in a different way. Like, dude, come on I'm not good at hiding it. Not that I'm trying very hard but still." Stiles rambled on slightly, heartbeat not skipping or stuttering in the slightest. 

Apparently, Derek was better at understanding Stiles than he thought.

"What?" Derek asked again because there was no way this amazing human reciprocated his feeling. No way in Hell, right?

"I like you, Derek. Like, like like you." Did Stiles feel like a 12-year-old confessing their undying love to their crush? Yes, yes he did but he would never tell Derek that, never tell anyone.

"I like you too, Stiles." The words had fallen out of his mouth before he had a chance to stop them and it made him feel sick, he hated not being able to control himself like that but it was too late now.

"You do? Oh thank the gods, I thought you'd, like, kill me or some shit like that but now I know---" Stiles was cut off quickly but not in the way he'd hoped.