Teen Wolf One Shots

"I'm dying" (Pintrest Prompt)

BASED ON THE PINTREST PROMPT "I'm dying, let me have cake." "You're not dying." "Well, let me have cake anyway!"
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Stiles watched the warehouse from the front window of Derek's black car, shoving a handful of curly fries into his mouth, much to the annoyance of the werewolf.

"Do you have to eat those in my ear?" He questioned, taking a sip from his water.

"I'm sorry, where else am I gonna eat during a stakeout, Derek? My house where my dad is leaving tomorrow and thinks I'm with Scott for the next month?"

"I was thinking more like the backseat, but if you wanna go home, then fine." Derek insisted, about to shift the car into gear when the human grabbed his wrist.

"No, I wanna stay. I'll just move to the backseat." Stiles insisted, opening the car door to move seats when Derek saw the warehouse door open.

"Stiles." He hissed. "Stiles, get back here." He tried to grab the teen's jacket, but failed.

Then the gun shots started.

Derek dove out of the driver's seat, knowing he could take more bullets then Stiles could, wolfsbane or not, but he was too late.

The human was laying on the pavement, a arm over his stomach, and groaning softly.

Derek slowly lifted the teen in his arm, running to get him into the car. He felt one or two bullets graze his skin before he got Stiles into the car, lifting him into the passenger seat. He slammed the car door shut, shifted it into gear, and drove as fast as possible.

After losing whoever shot at them, Derek pulled over onto the side of the road to grab a few towels out of the trunk. When he had returned, he had to shake the teen to wake him up enough.

"Here. Put pressure on that so you don't die of blood loss before I get you some help." He insisted, handing the teen the towels, making sure he held them on his stomach.

Stiles chuckled out of his pain filled, blood loss state, stuttering slightly on his words as he managed to put enough pressure on his stomach.

"D-derek helping out the i-itty bitty human. Who w-would've guessed?"

"I just don't want you to die on me. That's something I don't need." He said, not looking back at the younger boy. "By the way, I'm not making it a habit."

"P-please. You like m-me." Stiles grinned whilst the werewolf pulled the car off the road.

"I can tolerate you." Derek told him, speed dialing Scott and pressing the phone to his ear.

"I'll take w-what I can get."

After the first three rings, the phone was finally picked up by the younger werewolf.

"Hey Derek. Just closing up the animal clinic now. How's the stakeout going?"

"Well, it went and failed. We couldn't see who has been shooting up Beacon Hills with wolfsbane bullets, but they did shoot Stiles, so stay at the clinic and call Deaton back there. We're closer to it then the hospital."

"Got it. Tell Stiles to stay awake. I'm gonna call Deaton." Scott told the older werewolf and the human.

"See you." Derek insisted, hanging up the phone, before turning to the human. "Scott said stay awake. We'll be at the animal clinic in ten minutes."