Sterek One-Shots

If You're Moving On

Requested by white-wolf1058

Warnings: Panic attacks, accusations of cheating

I hope you like it! Let me know if y'all have any requests (or wanna remind me to do something because yo girl is forgetful).

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"This is stupid, why won't you just tell me if you're over this relationship?" Stiles argues, glaring at Derek with his arms crossed over his chest. Hot tears are running down his cheeks but he's too busy to care about those right now. "I don't want to be played with."

"I'm not playing with you, Stiles! Can you just listen for once without jumping to conclusions?" Derek has his heads on his head, pacing back and forth across the small hallway. "Why the hell would you think I'm tired of you?"

"You think I don't notice how you're more distant lately? How you're always working?" Stiles adds air quotes around working. His chest is beginning to feel tight and he's beginning to lose his breath. "How you're more secretive?"

"Stiles, that has nothing to do with this relationship," Derek says, dropping his hands to his sides. "It does, but it doesn't have anything to do with me seeing another person! I would never do that to you."

"You wouldn't? Because lately it seems a hell of a lot like you would." More tears stream down Stiles face, the worst thoughts going through his mind. Stiles opens his mouth to say more but nothing comes out, like a hand is clenched around his throat. He can't breathe and his heart is beating so fast.

"Stiles? Stiles, what's wrong?" Derek asks, concern lacing through his voice. 

Fake concern, Stiles' mind tells him, he really doesn't care. Why would he?

He feels like he's trapped in his body. He can't hear Derek anymore, if he's even still there. Stiles sinks down to the floor, grabbing the back of his head. He curls in on himself, trying to make the pain go away. He feels like screaming at the top of his lungs, anything to relieve the pressure building in his chest. His body starts to shake and Stiles sobs harder.

It's over. This is the end. He's gone.

His sobs ebb away as he passes out.

When Stiles wakes up, he's wrapped in a blanket in the bed. The room is pitch black, causing Stiles to begin to panic again. His chest is beginning to feel tight again so he rips the blanket off, almost throwing himself out of the bed. On the other side of the room, a light turns on and Stiles turns around quickly.

"Stiles?" Derek's voice is thick with sleep and he's squinting to see Stiles. "Do you need anything?"

"I-" Stiles can't seem to get a sentence out, looking around the room for anything that could distract him from this feeling. 

"Hey, look at me," Derek says, slowly moving over to Stiles. Stiles looks at him, his breathing becoming heavy and he grips his arms in an attempt to distract himself from the fear coursing through his body. "I'm right here, don't worry. I'm not leaving, not ever."

"I-" Stiles tries again but he can't get passed that one word. Derek comes a little closer to him, slowly reaching out his hand to grab Stiles'. Stiles lets him take it.

"Breathe, sweetheart. Close your eyes and breathe," Derek says softly, kneading the palms of Stiles' hands. Stiles obeys, struggling to take deep breaths but after some time, he has his breathing under control. "Do you want the lavender oil?"

Stiles opens his eyes and nods. Derek gives him a small smile, reaching over to take the oil out of the nightstand. Derek slowly guides Stiles back to the bed and Stiles sits down.

"Thanks," Stiles breathes out, taking the oil from Derek and rubbing it on his wrists. Stiles takes a moment to breathe it in more before reaching out and holding Derek's hand. Derek rubs the back of his hand with his thumb as the pressure in his chest lets up slowly. Stiles bows his head, breathing deeply with his eyes closed.

Derek doesn't say anything, he just sits on the floor in front of Stiles, still rubbing his hand.

"You're not leaving?" Stiles asks quietly after he's sure his panic attack has passed. Derek holds Stiles' other hand, bringing them both together.

"No, I'm never leaving," Derek replies. Stiles looks at him through hooded eyes, feeling absolutely exhausted. "My secrecy was because I was planning something for you. I was working most of the time when I said I was, but the others I was with your dad and Scott. They were helping me."

"You promise?"

"I promise." Derek kisses the knuckles of Stiles' hands. "I love you and I will love you 'til the end of the world."

"Okay," Stiles breathes out, a small smile hinting at his lips. "I love you too."

"Go to sleep, sweetheart. You deserve some rest."

A week later Derek is leading Stiles through a beautiful maze of flowers. Stiles looks around in awe, breathing in the flowery scent. Derek keeps looking back at Stiles, grinning at him each time.

"We're almost there," Derek says, taking a turn to the left. Stiles follows after he stopped to look at a particularly beautiful flower. 

"How did you find this place? I've never heard of it before," Stiles questions, walking up beside Derek. Derek smiles and grabs his hand, interlacing their fingers.

"The person who owns it is an old family friend. She was very excited when I told her I wanted to use it for the day," Derek replies. 

Finally, Derek stops at a huge open area with a fountain in the center. The benches all around the fountain had ivy creeping up the side and flowers were everywhere. The place was absolutely stunning.

"Wow," Stiles breathes out. Derek chuckles quietly, leading Stiles to a bench and telling him to close his eyes once he sits down. Stiles does so, wondering what Derek was about to do even though he had an inkling of a feeling. But mostly, it was just a hint from Scott.

"Okay, open them," Derek says. Stiles opens his eyes and the sight in front of him is enough to bring tears to his eyes. Derek is kneeling in front of him, a ring box open in his hands and a flower crown on his head.

Stiles chuckles, touching the flower crown before running his fingers down Derek's cheek. Derek leans into the touch, a huge smile adorning his face. Stiles pulls his hand back, smiling through his tears.

Derek takes a deep breath before talking. "Stiles, I have loved you for six years. I knew you were different from the moment I first met you. Granted, I thought you were a weird kid wandering around the woods with your friend but when you kept coming back around, I felt like I couldn't get enough of you. I still feel like that. I hated keeping this from you but I wanted this moment to be special. I love you so, so much and I never want to let you go. Will you marry me?"

"Yes," Stiles cries happily. "A thousand times, yes."