Sterek One-Shots

*SOMETHING CUTE*

Derek

You know the feeling you get when someone attractive walks past you and you just kind of. . . die a little inside? That's how it felt with Stiles. The very first time I met him, out in the middle of the woods when he had that ugly haircut and wore the stupidest clothes, I felt like my heart was going to fall out. He was so different, the way he talked, the way he smiled and the way he smelled. It was perfect, like he was meant for me or something. I couldn't shake the feeling that he was my. . . mate? Mates weren't really a thing, just a myth. But sometimes myths came true, right?

I tried to act intimidating and tried to scare the boys off. Stiles just didn't know how to stay away from trouble. Anytime Scott showed up at my house for one of our werewolf training sessions, there was Stiles, trailing close behind. He was like a little lost puppy following Scott around all the time. I hardly ever saw them separated. Every time they both showed up, Stiles would disappear inside and do whatever it was that Stiles did until it was time for them to leave. He hardly ever spoke to me, but I still couldn't shake my feelings for him.

After two months of Scott and Stiles showing up three times a week at my house, things started to fall apart. Scott got himself a girlfriend, Allison Argent, part of the hunter family. I warned him about it, but he was in love and I couldn't stop him from seeing her. He'd give me the saddest look and I'd have to let him leave training two hours early so he could go and be a normal teenage boy.

Stiles stopped coming around, even when Scott did show up. I went a full month without seeing his face. Then, out of the blue, Stiles showed up at my doorstep one night, drenched from the rain. He was shivering and his lips were blue, so I opened my door and let him in. "You're going to get everything wet, Stiles," I complained, but he was already starting to strip his jacket off.

"Just let me borrow some clothes or something. I can't go home, my dad is drunk and he keeps yelling at me. He says I killed my mom, Derek. I didn't know where else to go. Scott is out with Allison still and I just--" he cut himself off, leaning back against the door. "Please let me stay tonight," he whispered, eyes locking with mine. I couldn't stand the sadness in them. I wanted to yank him into my arms and hold him until he stopped crying, until he had to leave in the morning. I wanted to comfort him and tell him it would be alright.

"You can stay, Stiles," I said in a hushed voice, hand hesitantly reaching out to touch his shoulder. Stiles smiled sadly and let out a shaky sigh. "I'll get you some dry clothes." Stiles nodded softly and walked towards the couch, but didn't sit down. I disappeared down the hall to grab him a pair of sweatpants and one of my long sleeve shirts.

"I'm really sorry for showing up without warning," Stiles said as I walked into the room holding the clothes for him. I shoved them into his hands and grunted in response to his apology. "I know we don't talk very much. You just kind of scare me," he admitted with a nervous laugh. "Anyways, thanks, for the clothes." He smiled awkwardly and ran off to the bathroom. He probably knew where everything was considering the amount of times he had been in my house alone.

I dropped down on the couch with a loud sigh and switched on the television. Surprisingly, I found a decent movie to put on. By the time I had settled into the couch and gotten comfortable, almost drifting off to sleep, Stiles was hovering over me. "I-- uh, sorry, I just--" he stopped and scratched the back of his neck, looking around the room in order to avoid my eyes.

I scooted over and tugged on his arm, letting him fall down beside me. I was suddenly aware of how cold he was from being out in the rain, so I snatched the blanket off the back of the couch and laid it over him. "So, Stiles," I began, smiling at his awkward face. "Why do I scare you?"