utterly wreck him but he’s convinced it’s inevitable. So that’s how,
about a half hour after their first fight, Stiles, who is still very,
very pissed, finds himself holding Derek and shushing him gently,
whispering things like “of course I still love you, you big baby”. Yeah.
I just got feels.
Wait, I just need to go curl up into a ball for a couple of hours and cry.
“Are you- are you going to leave me?” Derek asks. He’s still standing in the same place Stiles left him half an hour ago, his voice a broken whisper, body deflated after yelling, and Stiles-
-Stiles forgets what he wanted to say because all he knows is that Derek has that closed off look in his eyes, the one that breaks Stiles’ heart, and now Derek is wearing it because of him. He’s never gotten that look from Derek, the one he saw there just after Boyd died, and…and…
He’s crossing the room before his mouth dares to make things worse, pulling Derek into his arms and biting down on his lip hard when Derek buries his face in Stiles’ shoulder and lets out a wrecked sob. Stiles has never heard that sound from Derek before and he finds himself shaking slighly, body still tense from their fight, not sure how to soothe him. To make him understand it was just a fight. That it’s okay.
“Listen,” he says, kissing the top of Derek’s hair. “I’m not going anywhere, alright? I promise, Derek. No matter what gets said between us, nothing will ever push me away from you. Understand?”
Stiles doesn’t know what’s worse, the thought of Derek shaking his head, or the fact he actually does nothing at all, just holds on to Stiles a little tighter as if to say, please.
“We’re going to fight, Derek. It happens. Sometimes it might get so bad I’ll end up sleeping on Scott’s couch just to cool off, but that doesn’t mean-”
“No,” Derek says, cutting him off and pulling back. His eyes are puffy and Stiles knows it’s not the right thing to be thinking at this moment in time, but he can’t help it because, truthfully, he never thought he would see the day where he would stand there and think someone looks more beautiful than Lydia Martin crying.
“No,” Derek says again, shaking his head. “Just- not that, okay? I’d rather you broke something or screamed all night than leave me. Please, just-” he averts his eyes and wraps his arms around himself. “Just, please never leave me after. Everyone always leaves.”
Stiles knows how much courage it takes Derek to say those last words, and slowly pulling him back towards him, he wraps Derek up in his arms and runs a soothing hand up and down his back.
“Shhh, I’ll be here. I’ll be here. No-one is going to leave again.”
Stiles doesn’t know if Derek believes him, but he takes some comfort in the fact his heartbeat will have remained steady the whole time as he said it.