Sterek One Shots

New Relationships

Situation/some dialogue from Friends

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Derek and Stiles broke up five and a half months ago. It wasn't exactly on good terms, but in a couple of weeks they learned how to be in the same room as each other without making the pack uncomfortable. Then they moved on to friends, being happy and supportive of new dates and relationships, or at least pretending.

Stiles comes into the loft with a goofy grin, seeming to be very giddy with Malia attached to his left arm. "Hey, man," Scott greets, "What did you want to tell us?"

"Okay," he breaths with a smile as he glances over at Malia, who's matching the expression before they turn back to the pack. "We've decided to move in together," Stiles announces. That gathers everyone's undivided attention, eyes bugged and mouths hanging open.

"Wow," Allison says to break the silence, "I mean, when did you guys—how did this happen?"

"Well, since I'm going to college and Malia hasn't decided what she wants to do, we figured it was perfect, ya know? We could get an apartment near my campus and that way we get to see each other all the time," Stiles explains easily, recapping the conversation him and Malia only had about an hour ago.

Stiles feels eyes on the back of his head, so he turns around and is greeted with an expressionless Derek. Issac grimaces, sending a knowing look to the rest of the pack. "Oh, Derek, I was—I was just telling the pack that—"

"Yeah, I heard," Derek cuts off with a nod, mustering up what everyone knows to be a fake smile, "I'm happy for you." Everyone hops up and starts congratulating them as well, leaving Derek to sneak away during all of the commotion.

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Derek just finishes his workout and goes to the kitchen for a glass of water. He sets it down after a sip when he hears Stiles slide open the metal door. "Hey," Stiles smiles almost sadly at the alpha, "Got a minute? We haven't had a chance to talk since the other day with Malia and the announcement."

"Sure, yeah," Derek shrugs, leaning on his counter nonchalantly. Stiles sighs and messes with his keys. "So are you, ya know, alright? I know this is all kind of sudden."

"Yeah, I'm great. Why wouldn't I be?" Derek replies, moving his arms so they're crossed over his chest. "No, you're not, Derek," Stiles sighs, "I know you, and I know you're not okay." Derek scoffs and pushes off the counter to turn away, running a hand down his face. "Fine, Stiles. I'm not okay. Is that what you want to hear? Huh?"

"No, Derek, that's not what I want to hear. I want you to be okay with this. I just—I don't understand why you're not."

"Okay, maybe because we were together not too long ago. Maybe because we were together for almost an entire year and we never talked about the future. Maybe because your girlfriend is my cousin!" His voice raises with each sentence until he's facing Stiles again with a scowl. "That's not fair and you know it! I came to you before anything ever happened between Malia and I. You were the one who said it was okay," he fires back, angry just because Derek is. "Yeah, because I thought I would have time to adjust! I did expect you guys to move in together four weeks later!"

"What does that matter?! It's not our relationship. You ended that, remember? I don't know why you're so pissed off at me when you were the one who wanted to break up!"

"I broke up with you because we never saw each other, not because I stopped loving you!" Derek yells, but immediately falls silent at the confession. He turns away again. "W-what?" Stiles stutters out, taking a step toward the werewolf with a dumbfounded look. "Nothing," Derek snaps. "No. No, what did you just say? Do you still love me?" Stiles' voice gets softer, but Derek still doesn't look at him.

"You were always busy with school, your dad, and friends. When you weren't, I was busy with training my betas or threats in Beacon Hills. We never had any time together, and we constantly argued about that. I didn't see the point anymore. I just...I always thought we would end up back together," Derek admits quietly, feeling as if he's screwed up the one decent relationship he's ever had. Sure they were dysfunctional, but for normal reasons, not like Derek's past girlfriends.

"You—you still love me," Stiles states this time, suddenly light headed. He grabs the counter to steady himself, breathing slowly. Derek sighs and turns around finally. "Of course I still love you. I never stopped loving you."

Stiles has principals, he does. It's kept him sane in the world with werewolves and other supernatural creatures. Yet, somehow, he forgets all about them as his hands cup Derek's face and pulls their lips together. Because this is Derek. It has always been Derek. Everything just feels so right, so smooth, no questions. Their mouths know how to move against each other, Derek's tongue knows how to swirl just right, and his hands know where to grasp.

Stiles pulls out of the kiss to rest his head in the crook of the alphas neck, one hand still tangled in that raven hair. "What-what is this? I mean, do you want to get back together?" Stiles' words are muffled by Derek's skin. "I never wanted to let you go," Derek murmurs back, "And I'm sorry I did."

"You should be," Stiles utters, leaning back in for a short kiss before completely detaching himself from Derek. "Where are you going?"

"To break up with Malia."