HOW THIS FUCKING SCENE SHOULD’VE PLAYED OUT:
Stiles received Derek’s message and left the classroom immediately without even bothering to answer back, screaming at the teacher that he had to go to the nurse or else everyone would die. The teacher, accustomed to his behavior, merely watched and smirked as the boy wiggled himself out the door. *Stiles, I’m at the locker room, I need to talk to you.*
He walked in a minute later to find Derek sitting on a bench, looking up at the clock that hung over Coach’s office, rubbing his knuckles. A light glimmer in his eyes warned Stiles something pestering Derek’s mind.
“You… uhm, Derek, you wanted to talk to me.” He didn’t move, keeping his distance, trying hard to stand still as he studied Derek’s strange behavior.
The wolf’s eyebrows jumped up at the sound of Stiles’ voice. He cleared his throat before he spoke. “Yeah, I… I need to talk to you, I just… I don’t know how to begin.” He kept massaging his hands as his mouth forced out the words, a slight tremble hooked to his voice.
“Derek, are you alright? You seem….”
“I’m fine, Stiles, just give me a second here.” It sounded more like a plea than an order.
Stiles waited a couple of seconds for Derek to calm down and control his heavy breathing. To Derek, the seconds sitting there, in front of a concerned Stiles looking down upon him, felt like an eternity.
Not even looking up from the ground, Derek finally began, his voice still struggling to exit his lips, “Today, I… no wait, let me start again…” Stiles rolled his eyes and smirked, it was kind of cute to see Derek act this way , his whole don’t-mess-with-me-or-I’ll-rip-your-throat-out facade uncovered by this peculiar nervousness. Never had Stiles seen Derek so vulnerable.
Derek shook his head, ran both of his hands through his hair and sighed, then continued, “Suddenly, I finally realized…” he gulped as a drop of sweat slid down his right cheek, “that you, Stiles…” at the mention of his name, Stiles dropped his smile and began to slowly make his way towards the werewolf, he now knew this was something serious. Derek sighed before picking up his voice again. As if almost vomiting the words, he finally spoke, “You’re my anchor.”
Stiles expression went blank. Derek wouldn’t look up, his eyes were fixated on an empty space on the floor in front of him, inches away from Stiles’ right foot. Somehow, scared of the silence that had accompanied his last words, he picked up were he had left off. “And for quite some time, I’ve been holding on to you.”
There was more silence for a while. Derek was too nervous trying to calm down his own heart beat to even realize that Stiles’ own had accelerated too and that it was about to burst out of his chest.
Derek couldn’t take the silence for much longer… why was he sweating so much? This was the longest he had seen stiles quiet! Why were his hands shaking? God damn it, Derek, stop quivering! He had never lacked this much control over his own body. Should I continue? No, I’ll just fuck it up even more. Why hasn’t Stiles answered me? He always has something to say, the little devil.
That was it, if the room continued to be this empty void of wind and quiet he was going to rip his own throat out… “Please, Stiles…” he looked up out of desperation and found Stiles’ shaky honey eyes staring at his own, his mouth agape. “Just…” he pleaded with his thick eyebrows, trying to let Stiles know that he just needed to hear his voice, any kind of response would do, “say something.”
Stiles blinked rapidly at the sound of Derek’s pleading voice. He unconsciously moistened his lips with the help of his tongue as Derek yanked his eyes away for a second, the sight of Stiles’ tongue wasn’t going to help much at the moment.
The boy cleared his throat. Had Stiles heard it right? Had Derek said that he, Stiles, was his, Derek’s, anchor? Like, his anchor? He knew what that meant in their supernatural reality, he had discussed said term with Scott countless times, yet, he still had his doubts… I mean, Derek’s anchor, that couldn’t be. Yes, he had so many feeling for Derek, even since that day at the clinic when he had helped save Derek’s life for the first time, but Derek hadn’t ever shown to have mutual feelings. If at all, he hated Stiles. But… the miserable werewolf sitting across from him had said so. And with quivering conviction. He had to have heard it right. Or had it been a sick joke? No Derek wouldn’t do that… also, look at the poor guy, his whole body is shaking.Oh my God, I’m Derek’s anchor.
“Oh my God, I’m your anchor!”
Derek lost his balance and almost fell off the bench. Stiles had just screamed out of his trance, scaring the living shit out of Derek. Once the wolf recovered his balance, he stared blankly at Stiles, trying to read his expression. He was… he was smiling. Stiles was smiling.
“Oh my God, Derek! I’m your anchor?” Derek didn’t believe it possible but Stiles’ smile grew even wider.
He couldn’t help but smile back at the adorable scene taking shape in front of him. “Yes… Stiles, you are.” That’s when he fell an incredibly heave weight being yanked off his shoulders.
As soon as he closed his mouth Stiles had jumped on top of him. They both landed on the ground, the werewolf receiving most of the impact with his shoulder blades. Stiles lay right on Derek’s torso, their faces barely an inch from each other. “Ironic, for an anchor, I just literally took you off orbit.”
Derek chuckled for the second time in a day, hell, in a month. “You are so annoying.” He brushed away Stiles’ messy hair away from his forehead.
The teenager brushed his thumb across Derek’s cheek, still on top of the werewolf. “Shut up, you just admitted that you loved me.”
Derek’s face went stiff immediately.
“Stiles, I… I didn’t… I… Stiles, I….”
“Shh.” Stiles kissed Derek on the tip of his nose to try calm him down (it worked) and pulled away barely enough to lock his eyes with the hazel pearls in front of him. “I’m just glad you told me, because…” Stiles winked and took one of Derek’s hands on his. “It might have been Scott and Lydia who rescued me from the Nogitsune that took residence inside my head, but it was the memory of you which I held on to during the whole thing.” He could feel Derek’s breathing accelerate once again, this time, right below Stiles’ own hyperactive heart. “Derek, you were the tether I held on to when I felt like giving up.” He then kissed Derek’s cheek. “You are my anchor.”
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