YOU LOVE HIM, DON'T YOU?
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Pairing: Sterek.
'Stiles, stop looking at them like this. Either go and rip her head off or shut the fuck up about the fact he's dating Mrs Blake now, I'm done listening to you.', Scott said shaking his head.
Stiles groaned. He wanted to "shut the fuck up" like Scott wanted him to, but everytime he saw them together he felt his heart shatter. He would have prefered to be rejected by Lydia a thousand times than having to watch this. But he didn't had the choice, didn't he? If only he had only accepted his feelings earlier.
Scott sighed. He didn't like seeing his friend like this and he kinda felt guilty about what he'd said.
'Stiles, listen. I'm sure you could still talk to him and make him change his mind..', Scott tried.
'And how? He feels like he's fucking Superman or something, just because he saved her the other night. She makes him feel good about himself and I don't, that's all.', Stiles sighed sadly, before turning away.
Scott was wondering if he had to follow him or if it would be better to let him on his own. Just as he was about to pursue Stiles, he heard something from the other side of the room.
Derek was trying very hard to play the good boyfriend that behaves perfectly on a date. He would have succeed if it hadn't be for Stiles, sitting across the room. Of course, he heard everything. And not only he heard everything, but he totally forgot he was supposed to be listening to his date. He bit his lower lip as he saw Stiles go, but it was for the best, right? He wasn't the right person for Stiles, that boy deserved someone better. Someone that isn't a werewolf, for instance. Someone nicer, too. Blake's voice brought him back to reality.
'You think you've got everybody fooled, don't you ?'
He looked at her, an interogative look on his face.
'What.. I'm.. I'm not sure to understand?'
And he didn't know. Had she guessed he was a werewolf? Did she know about Stiles?
'No matter how hard you try to deny it, I can tell you care as much about him as he cares about you.' she said, showing the door where Stiles had disapeared with her head.
Before he could answer, she had started talking again.
'Admit that you love him and I know that you do, despite all your efforts to never let another heart touch yours. That little persistent kid has somehow gotten in under the wire, and that's what's happened, uh ?'
He didn't know how she could understand him so much. Cause, hearing her say it, he knew she was right. All the lies he told himself weren't about keeping Stiles safe or anything, it was about keeping himself safe. He didn't want his heart to get broken another time, not after what happened with Kate. But Stiles wasn't Kate and he had just been selfish and horrible to Stiles. He looked away, looked at the door through wich Stiles had gone away and where Scott was still standing.
'Admit the truth. You love him, don't you ?'
He sighed. Yes, he loved him. And he couldn't do a thing about it.
'I thought so.', she said. She kinda looked sad, but at the same time he felt like she wasn't judging him. Maybe she knew it from the start. 'Then tell him.'
Later, when he went to find Stiles, he found him with Scott. Scott was trying to explain to him that maybe things weren't hopeless but Stiles wouldn't hear a thing. He waited until Scott was gone, then he walked in - or more precisely climbed in.
'What.. What are you doing here?' asked Stiles, perplex.
'I.. We.. We need to talk. I guess.', said Derek hesitantly.
'Mmh?'
'I love you.', he said bluntly, ready to run away in case he would have been rejected by Stiles.
But instead of being rejected, warm lips met his and he knew he was going to be ok, just as much as Stiles knew things were perfectly fine, at least.
[Mrs Blake's lines are from Queer As Folk, Season 2, Episode 6, Mixed Blessings. I thought it fit quite well…]
So? What did you guys think? It's my first Sterek OS and I'm kinda new to the TW fandom, so idk… Sorry for the grammar and/or spelling mistakes, I'm french so…