Sterek One Shots

Stop Talking

It a Friday night, which meant it was pack meeting night.
Everyone was sitting around waiting for Derek to start, so Stiles was rambling on about nothing really important; mostly about DC verses Marvel. And then out of the blue, there's yelling.
"Oh for Christ sakes Stiles! Would you just shut up?! When are you going to realize that no one is listening, nor does anyone care about whatever the hell you're talking about!!! So just do everyone a favour, and shut the hell up! Nobody cares!" Derek yells at Stiles.
Stiles sits there with what feels like a tear in his heart. He's been in love with Derek for so long now, so to hear him say that, it really hurts.
He nods his head slowly and sits back in his seat.
"Great. Now can we start?!" Derek asks and everyone nods.
The meeting was going fine, until right in the middle of it, Stiles gets up wordlessly and walks to the front door.
"Stiles? Where are you going?" He hears Scott ask but he just keeps walking. He gets to his jeep and drives home.
When he gets to his room, he heads straight up to his room and takes off his red hoodie. He locks his bedroom window. He curls up into a ball on his bed and slowly drifts off to sleep.
•••••
It's been a week since Derek told Stiles to shut up, and Stiles hasn't said one word since then. Not to his dad, not to his teachers, not to anybody.
Now he's on his way to the pack meeting, hopefully it goes better than last time.
He walks into the loft and finds the pack already having started the Stiles.
"Oh Stiles! What are you doing here?" Allison asks and Stiles frowns.
"Did nobody tell you that you weren't needed here this week?" Lydia asks.
Stiles feels a pang of pain in his heart hearing that and continues to look confused.
"Yea. Sorry. Maybe next week." Lydia says and Stiles looks to Scott, and then Derek, both nodding.
Stiles feels a tear roll down his cheek before running out of the loft.
Why are they suddenly turning on him? Maybe Derek was right, nobody cares about what he has to say, about him at all.
•••••
"Well, that didn't work." Jackson huffs and Scott rolls his eyes.
"Yea no shit! He ran out crying!" Derek yells.
"Why are you yelling at us?! You're the one who told him to shut up! It's your fault he hasn't spoken to anyone since last Friday." Scott yells at him and Derek goes silent.
"It's not like I actually wanted him to shut up, but if he didn't my wolf was gonna take over and take him in front of all of you. Figured you wouldn't want to see that, so I flipped out!" Derek sighs and Scott calms down.
"What?" He asks and Derek sits down on the couch holding his head in his hands.
"My wolf has known for a long time now. Stiles is my mate, and last week I was in heat. Even when Stiles just entered the room I wanted to do....things, with him. Then he wouldn't stop talking and my wolf started thinking some very inappropriate things, and I kinda freaked out." He explains and the pack nods slowly.
"So why didn't you tell him that?" Erica asks and Derek sighs.
"It's a sensitive and kinda awkward topic. I didn't want to freak him out." Derek says looking up.
"You realize he literally has the biggest crush on you right?" Lydia asks and Derek looks shocked.
"What?!" He yells.
"Yea. He loves you. You better make it up to him." Isaac says and Derek nods.
"Excuse me. I need to go talk to him." Derek says running out of the loft.
He makes his way to Stiles house, finding Stiles' window and climbing up. He goes to open the window but it's locked.
"Stiles?" Derek asks but gets no reply.
"Stiles please talk to me." Derek whispers. He hears a thump inside and then crying.
"Please Stiles." He sighs.
The blinds go up for a second, but only long enough for Stiles to stick a note on the window.
'Nobody cares, remember?'
"Stiles please, just let me explain."
Stiles takes off the note and puts a new one up.
'Nobody cares Derek. I get it. Can you please go? Before I call my dad.' Derek reads and he sighs.
Derek jumps down and heads for home. How was he gonna get through to Stiles?
•••••
Stiles cries as he watches Derek walking away. He doesn't really care. Nobody does. He's not important to anyone anymore, and knowing that makes him feel like shit.
Since he's given up talking to others, Stiles has been alone with his thoughts, and that only adds onto the hurt he feels. He knows that he's nothing but a weak, useless human, who's done nothing but get in the way or hurt those around him. He doesn't deserve the friends he has.
•••••
"What did you do to my son?!" John yells as he enters the loft.
It's been two weeks since Stiles last spoke to anyone.
"What?" Lydia asks.
"Don't play stupid. He was fine before he went to the meeting two weeks ago. Then he comes home 2 hours early, and won't speak to me. What did you guys do, or say, that's making him act like this?!" John demands.
"Derek told him to shut up and that nobody gave a shit about what he had to say. Since then he hasn't said a word to any of us." Jackson explains and John looks about ready to kill Derek.
"You realize you can't say shit like that to him right?! Stiles has ADHD, anxiety, and depression. He can't help how fidgety or how much he talks. When you tell him no one cares or something like that, he falls into a pit of depression. Especially after everything happened with the Nogitsune." John explains and Derek looks about ready to break down.
"Sir, I never meant to hurt him, or cause any of this. He's my mate sir. I love him. I'm just afraid to tell him. The only reason I ever yelled at him was because my wolf was going into heat and he adorable endless rambling was making him think very impure thoughts. I snapped. I've tried to apologize to him, but every time I try he doesn't say anything, and he doesn't let me explain. He simply asks me to leave. We've been trying desperately to get him to talk to us but he won't." Derek explains breaking down into tears.
"Well, figure out how to fix it. I don't give a shit about anything else. Just get my son back." John says before leaving.
•••••
Weeks go by and Stiles hasn't said a single word since that Friday night. If he were to speak it'd be very hoarse, but he hasn't. Not even to himself.
Scott and all of his friends have tried to get him to speak, but all that's happened is Stiles trying to distance himself from everyone. He's planning on leaving Beacon Hills after graduation, taking all his stuff with him without another word, and never returning. His dad wouldn't have to deal with him, and neither would the pack. It's a genius plan. He's thinking New York or maybe Florida.
"Hey Stiles." Scott says softly and Stiles carries on with what he's doing.
"Derek wants you to come by his place after school before the meeting. Not for much, I think he just wants to talk. You don't have to stay for the meeting." Scott sighs.
Stiles nods and shuts his locker before turning and walking away.
•••••
Stiles doesn't end up going to Derek's house. He decides to go home instead. He really doesn't want to talk to Derek. Well ok, he does but at the same time he doesn't. Stiles plugs his phone into his speaker and starts to work on his homework. He's not paying attention when a certain broody sourwolf climbs through his window.
"Stiles." He says and Stiles turns around in shock.
"Why didn't you come to see me Stiles? I really wanted to talk to you." Derek asks not expecting any sort of reply other than a shrug.
"Fine. We'll do this here." Derek sighs sitting down on Stiles' bed.
"Stiles, I am so, so sorry about everything I said that night. And I promise you that I will explain, as long as you don't freak out." Derek says and Stiles nods.
"Stiles, I've known for a very long time now that you're my mate." Derek says and Stiles eyes go wide.
"That week, my wolf was going into heat and since you're my mate, you being in the same room as me was both making it better and 10 times worse." Derek sighs.
'Why worse?' Stiles writes.
"It involved a lot of inappropriate thoughts about us." Derek says.
'Like what?' Stiles scribbles down.
Derek can sense the curiosity coming from Stiles.
"Well, basically my wolf wanted to take you right then and there." Derek smirks as he walks over closer to Stiles, moving behind him to whisper in his ear.
"Wanted to fuck you right there in front of everyone. Let them see you swollen and satisfied with my knot, while I claim you so they know you're mine." He whispers and Stiles whimpers and Derek can smell the arousal coming from the younger boy.
"But then, I freaked out. I didn't want to scare you or force you to do anything, because your damn babbling is so fucking adorable it was driving my wolf insane. Hence why I yelled at you. I never meant to say no one ever cares. Stiles, everyone cares about you, and anything you have to say. You're amazing and I'm an idiot who's not good with feelings. Will you please forgive me?" Derek explains and looks at Stiles with pleading eyes.
"Yes." Is all Stiles says before he wraps his arms around Derek. His voice is rough, and kinda scratchy, but Derek thinks it sounds as beautiful as ever.
"So I was talking to Scott, and he mentioned something about you having a crush on me?" Derek smirks nibbling on Stiles' earlobe.
"Yes." Stiles whines as Derek moves so he's hugging Stiles from behind.
"Please tell me you feel the same." Stiles begs and Derek nods.
"Oh course love. How could I not?" Derek smiles as he gently kisses at Stiles' neck.
"Derek!" Stiles pants as Derek's lips brush a sensitive part of his neck.
"Stiles." Derek smiles as he turns him around to face him.
"I'm sorry if this freaks you out, but Stiles, I think I'm in love with you." Derek says and Stiles smiles brightly before launching himself at Derek and connecting their lips in a long kiss.
"I love you too Der." Stiles pants after they break the kiss.
That night they put Stiles' newly re-found voice to good use to the point where Derek was afraid the neighbours would call the cops, specifically John.
Derek gave Stiles his mating bite, meaning he was his. Any other wolf that came near Stiles would know he's claimed.
"So uh, how long does this thing usually last?" Stiles asks as he lays gently on Derek's chest.
"I'm not really sure. I've never knotted someone before. But I've read that they can last anywhere from half an hour, to two and a half." Derek groans as another shot of his cum shot into Stiles.
"And you're just gonna keep cumming until it softens, aren't you?" Stiles groans at the feeling. It's not a bad feeling, but it's foreign.
"Pretty much. It's not as glamorous as it sounds." Derek sighs.
"What are you complaining about? I'm the one who's going to be leaking cum for a week." Stiles laughs as he gives Derek a gentle kiss on the lips.
"I love you, and your magical dick." He says and Derek chuckles.
"Oh god. I missed your voice and endless rambling so much. I love you too." He smiles and kisses Stiles again.
•••••
"Great job Derek. You got him back. However it smells like he bathed in your scent." Jackson laughs and Stiles looks at him.
"Well in a way I did." Stiles says and Jackson looks confused.
"When me and Derek had-"
"OK!! That's enough of that!" Derek cuts in.
'He knotted me' Stiles mouths to Jackson grimaces and shivers.
"Could've gone my whole life without knowing that." Jackson groans.
"Yea, well you asked." Stiles replies and the pack laughs.
"I like it better when you didn't talk." Jackson pouts and Scott send him a glare.
"Relax! I'm kidding. I missed having someone to correct me and talk my ear off. There's only so much silence and girl talk a guy can take." He says and Lydia smacks him.
"Jerk." She mutters.
"Glad you're back Stiles." Jackson says and the pack all nods.
"Yea we'll be prepared. I'm back! And ready to talk your ears off. Have you guys seen 'Ms. Peregrine's Home For Peculiar Children'? They totally switched Emma and Olive!" Stiles yells and Derek smiles to himself.
"So glad you're back babe." He says kissing Stiles gently and wrapping his arms around him.
"Glad to be back Der." Stiles whispers back and kisses him again.