I'm always a sucker for "accidentally injuring your loved one then feeling like the worst person in existence while your partner just laughs it off" prompts.
This is beyond perfect for Sterek, hope you enjoy it!
Stiles had never seen so much blood before. And he had seen the mangled remains of dead wendigos and other various supernatural creatures.
Hell, he had watched Peter get his throat ripped out for god's sake! But this, this was so much worse because it was Derek who was bleeding and it was Stiles who had caused it.
“Oh my god, I'm so sorry!” Stiles exclaimed for what was the fifteenth time in the past five minutes because no matter how many times he said it, it just wasn't enough.
As it was now fall and the influx of supernatural creatures that flooded into Beacon County during the warmer months had come to a screeching halt, the pack had decided to spend some quality time doing something other than hunting fairies and tracking sasquatch. Peter had suggested a game of baseball.
They had separated into two teams of five, forgoing the usual teams of nine. Additionally, they had skipped picking teams, instead the pack splitting up as per usual on patrols through the preserve.
One team, captained by Derek to no one's surprise, consisted of the alpha, Erica, Boyd, Isaac, and Peter. The other team boasted Stiles as team captain due to his extensive knowledge of baseball, along with Scott, Allison, Kira, and Jackson.
Things had been going perfectly fine, the day shaping up to be a great one, until it was Stiles’ turn to bat. Derek was pitching for the other team, throwing a fastball that Stiles almost missed.
But he didn't. He somehow managed to hit the inhumanly fast baseball, his arms aching immediately afterward.
He had been proud and excited for about three seconds. The same amount of time it took for the ball to hit Derek in the face and break his nose.
Stiles had rushed to Derek's side to pull him back up to his feet and practically drag him into the house to get cleaned up while his broken bones healed. He had Derek lean over the bathroom sink as he profusely apologized, trying to refrain from passing out at the sight of so much blood.
“Stiles, it's fine. Everything's fine,” Derek assured him for the umpteenth time in the past five minutes. He managed to force a smile as he mopped more blood off of his face with a damp wash cloth.
But his smile was somewhat less than charming, though, since his teeth were stained a dark reddish brown from the blood.
Stiles felt a little woozy at the sight. A hand on the bathroom door jamb was the only thing that kept him upright.
“Oh my god,” he whined, hanging his head to scrub a hand over his face. Feeling like a complete asshole, he mumbled, “Great, now we can add me to the long list of people who have hurt you!”
“It's just a broken nose, Stiles,” Derek informed him with a smirk. It widened when he added, “Let's just chalk it up to an occupational hazard of dating you.”
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