Sterek one shots

Kiss me, Its Beginning To Snow.

I know it's not close to Christmas but this is to cute.

By: thepsychicclam
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Derek hates going to the store, especially right before Christmas. It's the Christmas Eve, and as Derek drives around the Target parking lot searching for a parking place - any parking place, dear god - he dreads what the store will be like. It's an hour before the store closes, and it's packed.

Inside, it's worse than he imagined. The cacophony attacks his senses, and every time he tries to inhale to gain control, he's bombarded with unpleasant smells. It takes everything he has not to wolf out right here in the lobby of Target.

He curses his mother and his siblings as he makes his way through the people towards the toy section. Laura had thought of a last minute present for her son, and Cora had thought of a last minute thing she had to have for her kids, and his mother needed something because, her words, "I got everyone the same number of gifts except for Erin, and I can't be uneven with my grandkids." And since Derek has no kids, that apparently means his family thinks he has nothing better to do, so Derek somehow got charged with the task of "last minute shopping."

He really hates his family.

A young kid bumps into him, and Derek growls low in his chest. The kid must hear it, because he glances terrified at Derek and then runs away. Derek grins. That definitely lightens his mood.

That lasts all the way until he gets to the toy section. The aisles are like The Hunger Games, with people crammed together, reaching over one another, and searching frantically for presents.

Derek hates his family, and he hates how damn materialistic Christmas has become. It's Christmas Eve, for fuck's sake. Don't these people have better things to do? He knows he does, but he doesn't want to face the three angry werewolves if he came home empty handed.

Bracing himself, Derek enters the fray. He almost gets brained by a box a woman pulls down, and some guy hits him with a shopping cart. Derek presses against the shelves and closes his eyes. As he counts to ten to calm himself, a familiar scent hits his nose. Keeping his eyes closed, he inhales more deeply. He hasn't smelled the scent in ages, but he'd know it anywhere.

His eyes fly open and he glances down the aisle. Then his heart does something weird in his chest. Stiles.

Derek doesn't move from his spot against the shelves, even when someone curtly tells him to move. He just stares at the man standing only a few feet away from him.

Derek hasn't seen Stiles in a couple of years, and before that, it had only been briefly around town at holidays. They're Facebook friends, but Derek never gets on, so he doesn't even know what Stiles is up to.

Stiles looks good, better than he had when they dated. Not that Stiles was bad looking when they dated, but they were only sixteen to eighteen then, and now Stiles is an adult. He wears the years well. He's still lean, his hair longer and styled differently than the last time Derek saw him. It's flatter now, and somehow softer, and Derek hates the way he immediately wants to touch it. He's wearing close-fitting jeans, a navy wool coat, and a scarf loosened around his neck.

Something hits Derek in the head, and he turns to glare. An elderly lady gives his glare a run for its money, and she mutters "asshole" under her breath as she walks away. Derek turns back towards where Stiles is studying the shelves, mumbling to himself.

"She doesn't like that anymore, but I don't know if that is...well, she's too old for that, and too young for that, and what about...fuck, where is that list Allison gave me?" Stiles pats his pockets, and Derek finally gathers his courage and approaches him.