prompt? Stiles pines for Derek, tho he doubts Derek feels the same. One nite, Derek sleep-texts Stiles about wishing they were in bed together. Stiles is SO STOKED, but afraid he didn't mean it.
Sorry this is super late, Anon, but I hope you like it! :)
The longer Stiles stares at the text, the longer his stomach gets uneasy.Ā
Wish you were in bed with me right now.Ā
This was by far the most random text heād received from Derek in the entire seven years theyād known each other. And frankly, Stiles has no idea what to do with this. Heād received the text the night before - apparently, itād been sent at 2:30am, which was even more strange because Derek is usually in bed by 1am the latest - but he hadnāt seen it until this morning. And now, there was a pack meeting he had to go to in an hour and he had no idea what to do and what to say.
Derekās texts to him followed a simple pattern: yes, no, shut up stiles, youāre an idiot, stop texting me. Where the frick frack did this text come from? Stiles rubs his face. Frick frack. This is what this stupid text had reduced him to.Ā
They hadnāt even drank any alcohol last night, which would have explained the text. Not that it would matter anyways because itās not like Derek drank all that much in the first place. He tended to drink his special wolfsbane-laced whiskey straight from the bottle after one of those fights that leaves the whole pack feeling, Holy shit we actually survived that monstrosity - letās get hammered and celebrate our lives.Ā
And okay, so Stiles is willing to admit that maybe after he got home from college, he had begun to realize hisā¦letās say budding feelings for the former Alpha. Actually, the term budding is putting it lightly. So is the notion that Stiles only recently began to feel that way. Perhaps the more accurate term is relentless pining for the better part of four, going on five, years. But thatās just for him and Scott to know, okay?Ā
Obviously, he hadnāt responded to it that morning and Derek hadnāt texted him anything else the whole day so really, Stiles had nothing to go on. Heād spent the better part of the day pacing around his room, surfing the Internet reading various articles on How to tell if a guy likes you and What do texts actually mean? and yes, pacing around his room again when he failed to find the answer he was looking for. So yeah, he hasnāt been having the best of days.Ā
An hour later, heās still no closer to figuring out what the hell to say and itās safe to say that his stomach was tied in knots throughout the entire drive to Derekās new apartment and then throughout the whole damn pack meeting. It was probably the most quiet the pack had ever seen him to the point that even Jackson had bumped him on the shoulder asking him what the hell was wrong.Ā
Derek hadnāt even glanced his way, except for when Jackson had pointed out how quiet he was being and even then, it was no more than a fleeting glance.Ā
But fuck it, okay? Heād spent the entire damn meeting looking at Derek from the corner of his eye to see if his face gave anything away but there was nothing. He can only take so much silence after all and itās not like he can just ignore Derek for the rest of his life. He needed to find out what the hell was going on. So Stiles decides to stick around once everyoneās on their way out. Derek had gotten up with the rest of them to go into his room so Stiles just sits there in the same position in his spot on the couch, fidgeting and waiting for him to get back.Ā
Derek comes back out ten minutes later and stops short when he realizes Stiles is still there.
āWhat are you still doing here? Donāt you have school tomorrow?ā He asks, his feet finding movement again after a beat to go to the bookshelf and rummaging through the titles.
āAre we going to talk about it?ā Stiles asks in return, keeping his eyes trained to Derekās back. Derek straightens and turns to look at him, a single eyebrow raised.Ā
āWhat are you talking about?āĀ
āYour text last night. Well, technically this morning.āĀ
Derek gives him a bemused look before moving to where his phone is lying on the coffee table. āI didnāt text you,ā he murmurs, thumbing through his phone. Itās at that moment that they hear Erica cackling in the kitchen, which - sheās still here? And itās then that Stiles finally notices Derek looking back at him with a pained expression on his face and his stomach just drops as the hard realization hits him like a freight train.Ā
They stare at each other for what feels like hours, with Stilesās heart going a million miles a minute and he knows Derek can hear and fuck, why canāt he calm down. Erica is still laughing in the kitchen and Stiles can feel his whole face flaming up. Derek goes to say something but closes his mouth, sighing. He glances towards the kitchen and back at Stiles.Ā
āIāll be back,ā he mutters angrily and the second he disappears, Stiles is up from the couch and out the door, practically running into his Jeep before accelerating away.Ā
Because, no okay? He canāt do this.Ā
Fuck, he went through this whole damn thing with freaking Lydia but even that was more forgiving because heād never truly felt the same way about Lydia that he did with Derek. And the last thing he can do is just sit there while Derek looks at him with a pitying expression and inevitably lets him down. Which, okay, Derek would do so gently while caring for his feelings and all that shit and that would just hurt more. It would. Derekās not an asshole - at least not anymore and while they trade barbs on a daily basis, heās not that asshole.Ā
So fuck this. Stiles is just going have to cowboy up and get the fuck over it. Itās been five years now and he needs to get it into his brain that this whole thing with Derek just isnāt going to happen. Maybe this would be a good catalyst to finally get over it.Ā
Heās back at home in record time and thanks the universe that his dad isnāt at home to question him about his harrowed state. Instead, he slips into his room right away, ignoring the growling of his stomach, and then dives for his bed, clutching his favourite pillow against his body. Itās pathetic, he knows. Heās lying there in a fetal position, his heart still beating like he just ran a marathon, and all he can do is will himself not to tear up because thatās the fucking last straw, okay? Thatās it. Heās not going to be that guy who cries because the guy heās desperately in love with doesnāt feel the same way. Thatās not him and itās not going to be. Nope.Ā
Heās almost asleep when he hears the window pane slide up and a corresponding thump, the familiar telltale sign of someone entering his room. Itās probably Scott, he guesses, and heās really not in the mood to deal with his questions right now. He wouldnāt stop giving Stiles questioning looks throughout the whole meeting - looks that Stiles firmly avoided.Ā
āReally not in the mood right now, Scott,ā he mumbles, eternally grateful that his voice doesnāt crack up. Thereās shuffling of feet before the side of the bed dips behind him.
āGood thing Iām not Scott then.āĀ
And suddenly, Stiles canāt breathe. He stills, refusing to make any movement, but itās not like that deters Derek in any way.Ā
āStiles, turn around,ā Derek requests softly. Stiles can feel Derekās heavy gaze on the back of his neck but he makes no effort to do as Derek asks.
āCan you please leave?ā He asks instead. āYouāre kind of the last person I want to talk to right now.ā Derek sighs softly.
āWe need to talk about what happened, Stiles, and I donāt want to have this conversation with the back of your head while youāre curled up in a fetal position.ā
And you, that sounds an awful lot like a frustrated guyās snark. Thatās not something Stiles signed up for right now and itās not something that heās willing to entertain either. Because, seriously, what does Derek have to be frustrated about? Oh look, another kid whoās in love with me - oh no, looks like I have to go through all this trouble of rejecting someone else again? Seriously?
So Stiles jerks up and turns to Derek so fast that he actually startles.Ā
āWhat,ā Stiles hisses, glaring daggers at the former Alpha. Derek looks taken aback at the ferocity in Stilesās voice and parts his lips in response. āSeriously, what do you want? Havenāt I been humiliated enough? I bet Erica thought this was so funny, right? Letās play fucking mind games with Stiles and see how he takes it.ā
Derekās eyebrows scrunch in confusion, like he has no idea what Stiles is even talking about. Stiles scoffs when he voices that.Ā
āYou know what Iām talking about and you know what, fuck you, okay? How dare you just sit there and force me to talk about all this shit when all itās going to lead to is you inevitably turning me down? For once, why are you insisting on doing the mature thing and communicating when you can just ignore this whole thing so I can get over you - this - once and for all?āĀ
Derekās face is still doing that what are you even talking about thing and Stiles just canāt anymore. He sighs, slumping down onto himself, his eyes drawn to his childhood blanket and his fingers fidgeting with his pillow.Ā
āLook, I donāt blame you, okay? But I am humiliated because of what Erica did. I was forced to show my cards and I realized that I had the losing hand the whole time. So can you please just let me wallow in peace so we can get past this?ā His voice sounds so broken and hurt but Stiles is beyond caring at this point.Ā
A beat and then, āBut what if I donāt want to get past this?āĀ
Stiles dares to look up. āWhat.ā
Derek sighs minutely before giving Stiles the most open look heās ever seen and itās like Derek is looking into the deepest crevice of Stilesās soul.Ā
āErica may have sent that text but that doesnāt mean itās any less true.āĀ
And for the second time in the span of five minutes, Stiles canāt fucking breathe.Ā
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