Sterek One Shots (boyxboy)

Human Doesn't Equal Delicate

Human Doesn't Equal Delicate (Stiles can kick your ass) by day
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Stiles doesn't know why everyone assumes he's weak and defenseless. Sure, he's human and breakable and compared to a wolf, he's a fragile porcelain doll, but Stiles isn't weak. He hasn't been weak since 1st grade when his mother died and he forced himself to fight off bullies so his dad wouldn't be worried or burdened. He wasn't weak when Scott was bitten. He wasn't weak when he was forced to watch someone being murdered. He wasn't weak when he participated in Peter's death. He wasn't weak when he held Derek up in a pool for 2 hours, or when he was beaten by Gerard, or when he rammed a car into the Kanima. Honestly, he wasn't weak for the two years he's been with the pack.

Stiles has never been weak, so he's pretty fucking shocked when Derek starts ranting about Stiles needing training because he's a weak and fragile squishy marshmallow who will get himself killed because fragile humans.

"Okay. I already agreed." Stiles laughs, eyebrows raised in amusement. "Derek wants to train me. Okay."

"Just- okay?" Scott blanches. "I mean, I'm not complaining, I just expected you to pitch a fit. You hate unnecessary exercise. Hell, you hate Derek."

"If I really hated Derek, I wouldn't have saved his werewolf ass so many times and he would be dead." Stiles points out. He doesn't hate Derek. He really doesn't.

"True." Scott nods as they walk into the clearing. Derek and the Beta's make there dramatic entrance through another side of the forest and they saunter over in their stupid leather jackets trying to look hardcore but failing because Stiles knows they're all just puppies.

"Scotty here says you want to have your way with me." Stiles give a shit eating grin at Derek's glare. "Apparently I'm a liability and you need to toughen me up. Hey, once I get your seal of approval, do I get a leather jacket too?"

"This isn't a joke." Derek says lowly, eyebrows angrily glaring at Stiles. "It doesn't seem like you're going to be butting out anytime soon, so you might as well learn to defend yourself while you're at it. We can't come to your rescue every time."

Stiles wants to scoff because when have any of them come to his rescue? Besides the few times with Derek where he shoved his chest and dramatically demanded for Stiles to get out of there, Stiles, he's the Alpha!, Run!, Take him and go!

All of those times, Stiles didn't even need the reminder because he would have hightailed his way out of there anyway (he's not weak but he doesn't have a death wish either, okay, he knows not to try to play hero against something that can eat him when there are perfectly capable wolves). The only reason he stayed was because he was worried about Derek and the others.

"Oh, sorry." Stiles wipes the grin off his face. "No having fun, I forgot. What are we going to do?"

"Like I said, self defense." Derek shrugs off his leather jacket to reveal seriously unfair muscles. "Most of the time, you'll be up against someone with twice your strength. So you need to make up for it with speed and practice. I'll demonstrate on Isaac so watch how he escapes. Erica will do the same to you."

Stiles rolls his eyes and stretches out his arms and legs, groaning as his bones pop. "Does it have to be Erica? She kind of scares me."

"You'd rather have Boyd?" Derek counters. Stiles looks between the grinning blonde and the smirking giant and frowns.

"No." Stiles decides. "Can I have Scott? I like Scott."

Scott's grin is bright and shining. "Aw, buddy, I like you too--"

"And that is exactly why you can't have Scott." Derek interrupts. "He'll go easy on you."

"Fine." Stiles shoves the sleeves of his hoodie up and blows the she-devil a kiss. Erica bares her teeth back at him and Stiles shakes his head again. "Actually, no, can I just have you instead? Boyd can demonstrate on Isaac, and you can walk me through it if I get stuck. That way you know no one is going easy on me. I'm pretty sure Erica is going to cop a feel or something and I'd rather not be violated and slammed into the ground."