Sterek One-Shots

Late Night Thoughts

A/N: something other than one shots based off of songs :)

Credit to BooksBandsFanfiction for her late night rambles and this idea
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*1:12 am*

Stiles is lying next to Derek in his bed, looking up at the ceiling. Derek is trying to fall asleep and Stiles doesn't want to bother him but he can't seem to be quiet.

"Do you think a demon will come and take me?" Stiles asks out of nowhere.

"No now go to sleep," Derek says quietly. Stiles doesn't say anything in response to that.

A couple of minutes pass in silence and Derek knows Stiles is still awake but tries to convince himself he finally fell asleep. The convincing doesn't get very far.

"Does my breath smell? Can you smell it from there?" Stiles asks, turning on his side to face Derek's back.

"Of course your breath smells. Doesn't mean it smells bad," Derek says and Stiles lets a more than usual amount of air out of his nose.

"So it smells minty fresh?" Stiles asks. Derek growls.

"Stiles, go to bed."

"Alright." Stiles turns back on his back then starts looking around his room. His eyes landed on a book that was beside his laptop. "I wonder what the first person who invented books was thinking at the time. Why did they think they needed books?"

"To keep track of information," Derek says shortly.

"Well then why did they start writing stories? Like fantasies and stuff," Stiles asks but doesn't get a response from Derek. "Alright."

Stiles turns so his back is facing Derek's back. Stiles feels tired but at the same time, he doesn't. He feels like he could run a mile, clean his room and conquer the world.

"I wonder how close someone was to conquering the entire world. I bet Britain could do it if they really wanted to," Stiles says. Nothing but silence from Derek.

Stiles taps his fingers on his pillow. He closes his eyes but his mind isn't ready to rest yet.

He opens them again, his eyes glancing at his bedroom door.

"Do you think aliens are looking at this planet right now and thinking what idiots? I mean, they're tech is probably millions of years ahead of ours. I wonder if they have cellphones and if they can teleport things through them."

"Shut the hell up Stiles!" Derek whisper shouts causing Stiles's eyes to widen and his mouth the shut.

Stiles manages to keep quiet for five minutes before his mind is forcing him to speak again.

"I just remembered I have a Spanish project due Thursday. I haven't even started it yet," Stiles says.

"Don't you even think of getting out of this bed," Derek replies, rolling over and draping an arm over Stiles's waist.

Stiles smiles and cuddles into the wolf, their bodies pressed together and Stiles immediately feeling the warmth of Derek's skin.

Soon enough, the warmth has taken over Stiles's mind and he drifts off to sleep. Derek listens as his breathing and heart beat become even and smiles to himself.

Sometimes nights with Stiles can be a real pain but all it takes is a little warmth to get him to sleep.