Spn And TW One Shots Book 1 (CLOSED)

Chinese for dinner(Sterek)

Stiles rummaged through the fridge of Derek's loft looking for something to snack on. He always came over early  one the days when they had pack meetings, today was no exception.

"Stiles what are you doing?" Derek huffed though he already knew the answer.

"Looking for something that isn't a week old expired jar of olives," Stiles sighed.

"I don't cook," Derek shrugged.

"Well there's no leftover pizza either. I'm disappointed Derek," Stiles said closing the fridge.

"So order something," Derek huffed.

"Your buying right?" Stiles asked opening the drawer where Derek kept the take out menu's.

"As if you could afford to," Derek rolled his eyes as he watched Stiles pull out the stack of menu's. 

"Okay so what are we in the mood for? We have Chinese, pizza, wings, subs-" Stiles was cut off by Derek's annoyed tone.

"I don't care Stiles, just pick something." He was struggling to even be around Stiles at the moment. The full moon was tonight and Stiles' scent was driving his wolf crazy. Derek may have been harboring a slight crush on the human.

"Your opinion matters too," Stiles threw his hands up in frustration.

Okay maybe Derek was full on head over heels for the guy. He knew he should have canceled the meeting. It was mostly just an excuse for the pack to get together once a week and hang out. Things in Beacon Hills had been quiet lately. 

"Fine, Chinese," Derek responded.

"Okay I'll call it in," Stiles stood, pulling his phone out.

"Wait, aren't you going to ask me what I want?" Derek frowned.

Stiles gave Derek and incredulous look, "I know what you want."

Derek raised a brow at the human as he called the restaurant. Sure enough Stiles rattled off Derek's order as if it were his own.

"It'll be here in ten," Stiles said gathering the menus and putting them back.

Derek only nodded, he wished the rest of the pack would hurry up but they wouldn't be there for another hour. Stiles' scent was starting to make Derek hazy. He normally avoided Stiles when there was a full moon simply for the fact that Stiles drove him crazy.

"So I was thinking maybe I could start cooking for you like once a week like I do for my dad. Maybe you could join dad and I on the nights I cook for him. I'm not a great cook but it's healthier than eating out all the time. All the carbs and grease isn't good for your physique. Not that there is anything wrong with your physique, in fact you're probably in better shape than all of us combined. And by us I mean the pack. I don't know, it was just a thought, I wouldn't mind. Maybe I'll take a cooking class to get better for you guys. Maybe you could join me. I couldn't even imagine you cooking. Actually I can, and it's hilarious, but also so very domestic of you. Honestly I could totally see you learning to cook. It would definitely make pack meetings more fun," Stiles rambled.

Derek grit his teeth. He loved when Stiles rambled like he was especially when it was about hypothetical situations, however right now it was making Derek want to press him against a wall and shut him up, with his mouth. 

"Honestly, I would love to take a cooking class with you, I can picture you growling at the vegetables," Stiles laughed.

Derek clenched his fists. He really wished Stiles would stop talking about them cooking together, it made him want it to be true.

"Or growling at me, cause let's be fair, that would happen," Stiles continued.

Just then there was a knock at the door.

"That was quicker than ten minutes," Stiles frowned jumping to the door.

"I swear they rush your orders just cause you're hot," Stiles huffed.

Derek raised a brow at Stiles, he had never called Derek hot before. Today just wasn't his day, between the full moon and Stiles imagining them cooking together and now calling him hot Derek was going to lose it. 

Stiles wasn't any quieter through dinner. He rambled on about how he could try and make Chinese one night, and what he thought the recipes were for each dish they'd ordered.

Derek cleaned up the boxes while Stiles googled cooking classes.

"The only one near here is a town over and it's only offered for couples. We could go together and just not tell anyone," Stiles laughed, "Nobody in their right mind would believe you were with me. Next."

Derek clenched his jaw once again, Stiles didn't give himself enough credit and it drove him crazy. 

"Hmm, there's tons in L.A." Stiles hummed thoughtfully, "The jeep wouldn't make it though, course if you ever did decide to go with me you could always drive the camaro. Oh it's a month long class twice a week, not gonna happen," Stiles sighed.

"We could go to the one a town over," Derek shrugged as he rinsed the dishes they'd used.

"I'm sorry, are you saying you would actually take a cooking class with me?" Stiles asked in surprise.

"It wouldn't hurt to know a thing or two," Derek shrugged again.

"Oh my god, Derek Hale is willing to take a cooking class, you'll have the guys and girls lining up at your loft begging for you to cook for them. You would actually probably be a really good cook. I'd let you cook for me, we could cook for the pack one night, together, we could get personalized aprons. I could totally see you in an apron," Stiles rambled again.

Derek felt his wolf pushing through, Stiles really needed to stop talking.

"I would so buy you a set of pots and pans. I bought some for my dad last Christmas, your birthday is in a couple months, that would be perfect. You're favorite color is red so I could get the red set. They had black, red and green. I got the green ones for my dad. The red would look good in here," Stiles waved his hands around the kitchen wildly.

"Stiles, for the love of everything, can you please stop being so damn adorable for five minutes, I can't breath!" Derek snapped.

Stiles stopped mid flail, his jaw dropped. Had Derek called him adorable? He wanted to ask but he was afraid to speak.

Derek, realizing what he'd said, looked like a deer in headlights. 

Just then the door to the loft opened. The pack poured in. 

"What's going on guys?" Scott asked walking into the kitchen.

Neither Derek nor Stiles answered.

"You guys okay?" Isaac asked looking between the pair.

"Yeah, Stiles and I were just discussing the cooking class we're going to take. I need to stop ordering out so much," Derek answered trying to pretend like the past two minutes didn't happen.

"Aww, you two have such a cute relationship," Lydia smiled before making her way to the living room.

Stiles still stood silent.

"Did you guys have a nice date?" Allison asked next.

"Date?" Stiles frowned finally managing to say something.

"Yeah, you and Derek usually have a date before pack meetings right?" Isaac asked grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.

"Yeah, it was good, we had Chinese," Derek smiled tossing a wink at a baffled looking Stiles. 

They could discuss the details later, but for now Stiles was finally quiet.

(Request for JadeJardine, hope it's okay, it ended up being super long for some reason, sorry)