Erin: I should probably be in bed right now as I have to get up early for work but here I am writing instead. Damn you tumblr for consuming my life. Also I should study… And finish beta-reading… I'm doing a horrible job of being responsible right now… Oh well.
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Stiles has been planning and planning. He has written over a dozen speeches and had been working up the courage for months yet still here he is outside Derek's building pacing around nervously going over what he's going to say for the millionth time. He has faced werewolves and kanima and all sorts of creatures and yet one little speech has him practically hyperventilating. He even had everything written down for God's sake!
"And," he swallowed, "I know I'm not like you. I don't want to be. I just," he crinkled up the speech in his hands, "I want… you. I want you, Derek. And hell, maybe I'm crazy. Maybe I'm…" At this point he was so panicked that he didn't even notice that the said werewolf was standing behind him. He had been for a good five minutes. "God, this is stupid." He threw up his hands in frustration pacing around. "I love— Derek?!" He practically jumped five feet in the air when he turned only to find the Alpha standing there. Crap, fuck, fuckity fuck fuck. "Hi." Stiles glanced stared at Derek's opened mouth gaping expression. This wasnot good. "How… did you… how long… what's up, bro?" He could practically shoot himself. This wasn't how this was supposed to go but he had to know. "You can start talking any time." Derek didn't say anything and Stiles began to freak out more. "Please?" And then his heart shattered in his chest. This was as good a rejection as any. "Oh-kay… I'm just gonna…"
He turned away pushing back the tears. He would not cry in front of Derek. He would not cry in front of Derek.
"Stiles," Derek finally found his voice.
"Mmm?" Stiles turned back terrified.
He stepped forward. "Stay."
His heart sped up. Did this mean what he thought it meant? "Are you… Do you… Does this mean…?"
Derek approached him carefully. "This means let me make you dinner."
And he leaned forward kissing him. As horrible love confessions go this one wasn't too bad.
Erin: Please review? Or reblog? I just want to know what you guys think! Please oh please tell me?