author's note: If any of you read my Yuffentine fics, you'll know I'm doing this 100 drabble thing. Rather than just uploading all the Sterek ones seperately, I'll just make this story a conglomeration of tons of Sterek oneshots, most likely not related to one another. (Unless you request a continuation, of course.) So, here's the first one! Enjoy!

Love

How is it that something so feared and so far from solid could bring forth a warmth that filled every single limb? And even worse - the one causing the feeling was none other than a certain Stiles Stilinski.

Now, the question became just how stupid a werewolf could be.

It had grown to the point that he couldn't bear to stand in the same room as him; the frustration at the fact that this emotion had spurred forth was showing clearly. The worse was probably when he had opened the door to see the human (who had come over at Scott's call) and had proceeded to slam the door in his face. Not exactly the most mature act, but it had given Derek a few moments to escape to his room.

And, not only that, but even in his irritation and utter denial of everything pertaining to Stiles, the cheesy part that had somehow remained often surfaced. This led to a variety of objects placed in his locker and outside his house - and a shocked father, who happened to come home to see a large and frightening plushie that had what looked like blood stains on it, almost as if it had been made directly from a dead animal.

Just because he had a cheesy mindset didn't mean he knew how to act on those thoughts.

This cycle of rudeness and odd gifts went on for several days, weeks, until Stiles happened to come home early from a study session with Scott. He hadn't wanted to watch the make out session that happened when Allison came around, which led to him pulling up just as Derek was placing something on the porch.

"Dude - what are you even doing?" Shutting his door with enough force that the slam echoed momentarily, the teen stomped up to the other, pushing him away to get a good view of whatever was on his porch this time. If Derek hadn't been so surprised, maybe he would have ran for it, but he was frozen in place by the warmth and simple nerves that Stiles brought forth.

There, on the steps, was a cheesy letter and card. Or, what would have been cheesy, if the werewolf hadn't seen the cheesiness in it and ripped the petals off of the rose, leaving thorns and the stem, or if the card hadn't been rather wrinkled. Inside, it said: 'I hate you because you make me love you.'

"I should go-" Derek was cut off as the teen turned to him, a frustrated scowl on his face.

"You leave all those creepy gifts and slam things in my face because you love me?"

With nothing better to say, the werewolf nodded, watching the other warily; but no amount of defense could have prepared him for the sudden kiss that was so quickly followed by a rough punch.

"Dumbass wolf!" And yet the words were said with a tone of affection that made it clear enough he felt quite the same.