5 times Stiles took care of Derek’s injuries and 1 time he didn’t have to
It’s ridiculous how often Derek gets hurt. And it’s also very sad.
always jumping in front of bullets and going to fight vampires
without telling anyone and there was this one time he literally
knocked Scott out so he could go fight a deadly kelpie by himself.
is bullshit.” Stiles yells. No one will listen to him anyway, least
of all Derek who’s lying unconscious on the ground.
much bullshit.” He presses his jacket against the wound, glares at
Derek’s stupid face. Even passed out he looks in pain. “You’re
ridiculous, did you know that? You just have to keep sacrificing
yourself. I don’t like it.”
Scott throws the hunter’s gun towards Stiles and he reaches out for
it immediately, taking the bullet and pressing the burnt wolfsbane
against Derek’s shoulder – for the second time this month.
going to lock you up.” Stiles groans, watching as the wound begins
to heal itself. “You’re going to be safe. You’re going to be really
safe. The safest.” Derek begins to stir just as Scott sends the
last hunter away. “Asshole.” Stiles adds for good measure and
Derek slowly opens his eyes.
can’t do that anymore.” Stiles points his finger at Derek’s face,
heart pounding as he feels himself tear up. Why can’t Derek just
stop? He’s going to get himself killed and that’s going to end up
killing Stiles too. “I won’t let you.”
ignores the fear, the shame and his own self-preservation instincts.
Derek needs to know that someone cares
about him, that someone loves him. Someone wants him to be happy.
Derek blinks, tries to sit up. Stiles only pushes him down again.
it.” Stiles says, runs a hand through Derek’s hair. “Stop trying
to die.” He sniffs, ignoring Derek’s shocked expression. “You’re
not alone anymore. You have people that care about you.” He takes a
deep breath and adds. “That love you.” Derek lets out a quiet
‘oh’ and Stiles smiles sadly. He presses a kiss to Derek’s temple and
stands up. “Please.” He adds softly.
He shares a meaningful look with Scott before turning to his Jeep and driving away, tears spilling down his face as he goes home.
Stiles has been in love with Derek for five years. Well, at least that’s what he tells himself. It could be seven, eight, maybe. He can’t be sure – too much happened when he was still a teenager for him to pay attention to his feelings.
So the point is – Stiles loves Derek. A lot. Maybe too much to be
healthy. Enough to be a pain in his ass. Because there isn’t a thing
Stiles wouldn’t do when he gets a text from Derek two days after his
embarrassing love confession saying 'help’ and 'at the loft’.
He really didn’t know what to expect, but opening the door to find
Derek covered in scratch marks didn’t even make the top ten.
Stiles blinks. “A kelpie again?”
cat.” Derek answers, gesturing to the tiny ball of fluff curled up
on the couch.
Stiles repeats, staring at the cat dubiously. “But –”
found her in the woods after –” Derek cuts himself, pointedly
avoiding Stiles’ eyes. So he remembers, Stiles takes a deep breath.
“Anyway, I need to buy some stuff for her and I don’t want to leave
Stiles nods. So they are just going to ignore it, apparently. He
swallows, tells himself it doesn’t matter. He wasn’t expecting Derek
to feel the same, he just wanted him to know. Just needed him to
understand. “Okay, I guess.” He walks towards the couch, smiles
softly when the black kitten meows at him. “Hi, baby.” He pets
her head softly, laughs when she leans into it happily.
said she’s two months.” Derek says, suddenly next to him.
Stiles holds back a shiver. “She’s so teeny-tiny.” He forces a
smile and looks up at Derek, meaning to reassure him he’ll take care
of the kitten, only to frown when he notices a cut on his left cheek.
“You’re bleeding.” He reaches out without thinking, wipes the
blood with the sleeve of his hoodie.
Derek whispers, eyes never leaving Stiles’.
Stiles bites at his bottom lip, heart beating fast.
I felt guilty.” Derek answers. “Because I wanted to say I love
you too, but you ran and now…” he reaches out for Stiles’ hand,
presses it back against his own cheek.
Stiles insists, bringing his other hand to rest on Derek’s chest
where he can feel Derek’s heart beating as fast as his. They are so
close, breaths mingling, and if Stiles only leaned in –
you’re here. And I can tell you.” Derek smiles softly. “That I
will live for you.” Stiles lets out a shuddering breath as he
throws his arms over Derek’s shoulders and buries his face against
his neck. He never thought he could feel this happy. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Stiles sniffs, presses a kiss against Derek’s neck, feels the cuts and scratches healing under his hands.