Okay I figured out how I'm going to do this. Since they are so many oneshots being requested, I'm going to do the oneshots that are commonly requested. I'm going to try doing a oneshot every 2 days but if I don't it's because I'm updating my other story. Anyways I hope you guys like this. It's not just about the snapshot, it sort of goes into like a whole story about their relationship, whatever. Just read. It's always fun to see some jealousy every now and again, especially jealous Derek.

#02 Mine from Chapter 1

It's safe to say that Derek is overprotective, there's a guy with a bloody nose to prove it. Besides Stiles can tell from the way Derek growls mine in his ear.


Stiles remembers when he found out just how protective and jealous Derek can get but he can't help but love the "mine" that was growled out.

Stiles was currently in his room pacing and fuming. Derek, his mysterious badass boyfriend, had called to tell him that he was going out of town, and when Stiles asked where, Derek told him, "I'm going to go meet a few… allies that can maybe help me with a few things, don't worry and you don't need to know where." Stiles let out a frustrated groan, what few things, why was Derek being so vague. Stiles could just imagine Derek searching for the right word when he said allies.

First of all, allies is just another word for friends and he didn't even know Derek had friends. To think of it, Derek doesn't tell Stiles much and that just pisses him off. He calls again for the 6th time and once again it goes to voicemail and Stiles is leaving Derek a detailed message of a romantic comedy that depicts how honesty and trust are needed for a healthy relationship. Stiles practically throws his phone when that beep comes ensuring the message length has been surpassed. Stiles doesn't want to be one those boyfriends that wants to know everything, just some things. Stiles wants to be wanted, wants to feel needed, wants to feel wanted and needed by Derek. He doesn't want it to be just physical desire, he wants well for Derek to establish just what Stiles means to him.

Fine, Stiles thinks to himself, even though he hates when Derek doesn't tell him things, he knows how he's going to handle this, a plan is already forming in Stiles mind.

He's in the last class of the day, tapping his foot impatiently watching the clock tick by painfully slow. 25 minutes to go, he thinks.

"Stiles, are you okay?" Scott whispers to him.

Stiles looks over to Scott, and replies a fast "Yea, I just got to go the bathroom and Professor Douchebag won't let me." It's half true, he does have to go the bathroom just not so much right this minute.

Scott nods, "Hey, I'm going to be at Allison later, so can we do a rain check tonight?

Stiles didn't even know he and Scott had plans, "Uh yea, no prob." He has things to do after school anyways. Important things like find Derek. When class lets out, he practically runs to his jeep and immediately takes off.

Stiles can't even guess how much trouble he could get in for this. He had tracked Derek's phone through GPS and jumped ecstatically when he saw that Derek was actually pretty close by, he was just a town over, two hours and thirty minutes away.

So right now, Stiles was presently driving, deciding if he should actually confront Derek or watch him from afar. Stiles slows down, pulling over to the side of the road. Sighing, he thinks to himself, what am I doing, I'm acting like a crazed girlfriend uh boyfriend. I should trust Derek and let him tell me things when he's ready, but if I don't push him he won't tell me. Stiles fights with himself for ten minutes before deciding he would go find Derek and talk to him but not yell. He was going to be calm, he had to for both of their sakes. Stiles wants this to work.

The GPS had led him to what looks like a private building, its three stories high. It looks deserted and creepy, not to mention no one is around. "Leave it to Derek to come here", Stiles mutters out. Stiles circles the building, the windows are tinted black, the front door is bolted shut, so how do I get in, Stiles wonders. He stalks back to his car and thinks maybe he should have asked Scott to come but immediately rejects that idea Scott would have been against this idea. He lightly thumps his head repeatedly against the hood of his car until he sees a girl walking near the building. Stiles hides and watches her go around the back and doesn't come back. Stiles waits a little longer then follows where the girl went. He doesn't see anything, no door. Exhaling, he looks up and sees a fire escape and a door? No way, he thinks, the fire escape isn't too high but it's out his reach. He grabs a box, there's a bunch of trash around here.

"Come on", Stiles whispers, reaching for the ladder to the fire escape, "Got you." As he reaches the top, he thinks briefly about what could be behind the door. Well here goes, Stiles opens the door and is shock. The inside of the building looks way better than the outside, for one thing it has lights and is really clean. Wait, is that music? Stiles makes his way down the corridor, turns and is shocked even more. This place looks like a club but way more elegant, what would Derek be doing here? He staggers to what looks like the bar, watching the people he passes.

"Could I get you something, gosh you're just a kid. They should increase the age for you wolves." The bartender says.

Stiles mouth drops, "Y-You think I'…" stopping himself quickly, he says "Vodka, please." Stiles head hurts, he just entered a building apparently filled with werewolves and the bartender who's obviously human knows. But his thought process is interrupted by someone.

"Huh?"

"I said could I buy you a drink?" a guy says smiling.

"Wait, are you …um coming on to me?" Stiles says, a crease is in between his eyebrows.

The guy chuckles and says smoothly "Yea, but that was pretty lame, huh?"

"A little." Stiles says laughing, "Besides I have a drink." And gestures towards the one the bartender just gave him. He takes a sip, thinking how can this guy possibly tell I'm gay?

"My name is Damien." He says with a smile. He has bright blue eyes and brown wavy locks of hair.

"Uh, Josh." Stiles lies and is caught off guard when Damien laughs. Stiles can tell from the laugh that Damien is laidback.

"I can tell your lying." Damien says, puts his hand on the small of Stiles back, leans in and says "You're heart just skipped a beat."

"I have a boyfriend" Stiles blurts out.

"Oh, I guess I should have caught that, his smells all over you." Damien is already leaning back and has an apologetic smile on his face but he's being ripped from his chair.

"Derek", Stiles chokes out.

Derek is holding Damien by the throat, growls and punches Damien right in the face.

Stiles gawks and winces at the blow Derek just gave Damien. Stiles is pulling Derek away and is surprised Derek allows it. He looked like he might actually kill the guy, Damien's nose is crooked and bloody.

Derek's eyes are an electric blue and he pulls Stiles roughly to him, growling in his ear one word, "Mine."

"Geez, I can't believe you hit him, we were just talking. He seemed like a good guy." Derek had dragged Stiles downstairs into an empty room without saying one word to him.

"Stiles, he was moving in on marked territory, I was acting on instinct and you know what, that is beside the point, what are you doing here?"

Stiles reflected the question with one of his own, "What do you mean by marked territory? I'm not a tree you pee on."

But Derek wasn't having it, he was trying to calm himself, then he asked again, "What are you doing here?"

Stiles sighs, "I was mad, you wouldn't tell me where you were. So I kind of…" Stiles hesitates and runs a hand through his short hair. "ItrackedyouonGPS" he says hurriedly and sheepishly, letting it blur in one whole word.

"You what, you tracked me. Stiles, you didn't trust me so much, you tracked me. Outstanding."

"Okay, I know how this looks but it's not my fault. You don't ever tell me anything, I feel left out and you know what, what are you even doing at a club? Did you just want to have fun and not want to bring me, I know I can be spazzy but do you not like want me?" The end is hushed and Stiles looks down.

"Stiles, look at me." He puts his hand under Stiles chin and forces him to look up. "I'm here because I wanted to meet some people who were close to my family, I had a few questions about mating. My parents didn't get to teach me all the facts, I'm going on instinct. All I know is that you are MINE. Stiles, I want you, okay. I didn't think I had to reassure you, but if I have to, maybe this will help." Derek kisses Stiles hungrily, dominating Stiles. Tongue swiping over Stiles teeth, he pulls Stiles closer. Even though Stiles needs air, he clings to Derek. Biting at Stiles lip, Derek pulls away panting.

Stiles says breathless, still clinging to Derek, "Oh, I feel stupid, and my poorly thought out plan kind of looks crazy now. But you know what you should have seen this coming, I am impulsive. So, I'm yours?"

Derek smiles, "Yes, all mine."

Stiles initiates the next kiss but Derek pulls back and ask "Why do you taste like Vodka?"

"Um, have I mentioned how hot you are all overprotective and aggressive?"