Teen Wolf one-shots

A Date with Derek

In Beacon Hills things rarely happened, that was until last year when all hell broke loose after Scott got bit by the alpha who was later identified as the one and only Peter Hale, one of the few survivors of the Hale house fire. 

Stiles was always fascinated with the Hale house ever since he was young. He was the only one in Beacon Hills that wasn't convinced the fire was an accident. He often visited the burnt out shell of the house that once stood tall in the wood. 

After years of visiting the house, he felt a strange comfort when he went there. Stiles would often go to the house when he felt down or when he couldn't figure out a case, it always cleared his mind and helped him find the answers. 

Stiles knew there were at least four survivors of the fire. One being Peter Hale, who for years was stuck in a coma, slowly healing. The other three he couldn't name, but he knew that they were three of the younger Hale children. 

In the back of his mind, he always wondered if he'd ever meet any of the three, but he doubted he would. That is of course until the new students started last week. Derek and Cora Hale. Two of the three missing Hale's he'd been so fascinated with.

One thing, Stiles never thought, was that he would fall madly in love with Derek Hale the first time he saw him entering the school one fateful Monday morning. 

Stiles are currently walking with Scott down the hall, headed to the locker room. 

"Ugh, can we please just ditch, I never play anyway so no one will notice." Stiles begged, and Scott just dragged him into the locker room by his bag. 

"Okay Scott there was no need to drag me, you tore my bag dingus." Stiles whined, inspecting his bag and showing Scott the tiny tare in the hem. 

"OMG Stiles, stop being dramatic with my strength I could have ripped in half, just be happy I didn't pick you up and throw you over my shoulder." Scott said, pulling his shirt off over his head, exposing his well tone muscles. 

"God, Scott, if you weren't my friend." Stiles said, pulling his own shirt off and quickly putting his kit on. 

"Well, if it makes you feel better if I wasn't straight and dating Malia, I'd definitely date you." Scott smiled at his best friend while he pulled on his shorts and shoved his bags into his locker. 

"Oh, Scott, you really know how to talk to a boy." Stiles said sarcastically, making Scott laugh, resulting in him smacking his arm and feeling more pain than Scott. 

"That hurt, didn't it?" Scott said and took away Stiles pain discreetly. 

Stiles looked over at Derek, who was talking to his friend shirtless. Scott noticed Stiles staring and smiled. "You wreak." Scott whispered into Stiles' ear. 

Stiles looked down and smelt his shirt. "No, I don't have this is clean. What are you on about?" Stiles was confused. 

Scott only laughed and shook his head before walking off, as coach came out of his office and started shouting like usual. 

After coaches motivating loud speech, everyone ran outside to start practice. The game went by slowly, but Stiles didn't mind it meant more time spent watching Derek play. 

While Stiles was daydreaming, coach yelled at him to get on the pitch because even when you're on the bench if the team practice goes bad, you still have to be punished like everyone else who actually played. 

Stiles wasn't the most athletic person in Beacon Hills, everyone knew that, but Scott had first-hand experience with Stiles trying to do any form of exercise, and it wasn't graceful at all.