Sterek One-Shots Book One (BoyxBoy)

Wake Me Up When It's All Over

Hello, Stalers! This was requested by TheThingInYourCloset. Also, Fiddlesticksss and I would like to cordially announce our engagement. Please send us congratulatory cupcakes.
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"I really hate when humans don't mind their own business." Stiles snarls, and Derek gives him an 'are you serious look?'. "Oh, shut up. You know what I mean." Stiles snaps, and Derek snorts but it is cut short when Stiles breaks the bear trap that was enclosed around Derek's ankle.

"Fuck." Derek hisses, and Stiles flinches at the sight of blood. He tears off part of his shirt to stop the bleeding, but Derek's healing abilities are already kicking in.

"You alright?" Stiles asks, and Derek tries to give him a reassuring smile but fails miserably. The pair were on an innocent run until an arrow flew past Stiles' head to stick into the side of a tree only inches from his face. Derek growl menacingly and rushed towards the sound of where the arrow came from only to get caught in a bear trap.

"Yeah, let's just get back." Derek huffs, and Stiles, who blandly ignored Derek's protest, throws his arm across Derek's middle to help take some of Derek's weight off of his ankle. "Stiles, I'm fine." Derek says, and Stiles just snorts as he continues to hold on to Derek.

"Dude, I've got this." Stiles says, and Derek sighs but leans some more of his weight onto the human. "Do you think it was hunters?" Stiles asks, uneasily. Derek doesn't say anything until Stiles knocks his shoulder against his.

"I don't know, Stiles." Derek sighs, and Stiles frowns. Derek is trying to ignore the pain in his ankle, but he can feel it so he figures it is a good sign that he is healing. "It wasn't the Argent's. It could have been rogues." Derek puzzles, and Stiles makes a noise to show that he heard.

"Have you pissed anyone off lately?" Stiles asks, and Derek gives him a hard look.

"Not since yesterday." Derek says, deadpanned and Stiles sighs.

"Oh, he's got jokes. That probably means you're dying or something." Stiles says, and Derek pinches his side causing Stiles to let loose a not so manly screech of protest. "I will drop you." Stiles snaps, and Derek just stares forward.

"No, you won't." Derek almost whispers, and it sounds almost insecure and intimate to Stiles' ears. Without even thinking about it, Stiles brings Derek closer to his body but huffs in unamusement.

"No, but I want to." Stiles says, but he is smiling. Derek rolls his eyes before he sees the Hale House coming into his view, and Isaac storms out of the house running towards them.

"Are you okay?" Isaac asks, worried as he takes Derek from Stiles clutches.

"Yeah, they missed me." Stiles says, and Isaac looks at him while shaking his head. "Oh, you meant the Alpha? Yeah, cool." Stiles says, walking into the house.

"Who shot at you?" Isaac asks, and Derek wiggles out Isaac grip to go sit down on the couch.

"We think it was rogue hunters. We better ask Argent." Stiles says. He is drinking from a water bottle as he watches with intense curiosity as Derek's ankle heals. Derek feels himself wanting to shift uncomfortable under Stiles unwavering gaze, and he just stares at the ceiling to avoid Stiles' eyes.

"I'll go talk to him." Isaac volunteers, and Derek nods. Isaac gives his Alpha one last look of concern before grabbing his jacket on the way towards the door.

"Be careful." Stiles says, mostly of habit and Isaac gives a smile before grabbing the keys to his motorcycle on his way out. Derek sighs from where he is laying down, and Stiles gives him a look. "I bet you're tired." Stiles says, and Derek snorts. He is always tired after he heals from an injury, not to mention the hike back to the house. Stiles is probably just as tired as he is, if not more.