Sterek One Shots

Trying on Rings

Look at us
Two Sugar Land kids looking all grown up
The same ones that were too young to stay in love
But here we are, so good so far
Hey, baby, look at us
Sleeping on a mattress on the floor
When we got what we got, we don't need nothing more
What a life, what a love, look at us

Stiles sighed, looking over the empty, far too cold, and horribly lit apartment. He couldn't say it was completely empty, there were boxes everywhere, and Derek and Peter were working on moving the couch up the stairs. He had to pinch himself to ensure this was real; Stiles and Derek were finally moving in together, away from Beacon Hills, while Stiles went to college.

"I swear, Derek, if you tell me–"

"I'll tell you exactly what to do, Peter! Because you're not exactly being helpful right now!" Derek cut his uncle off. Stiles held his laugh, watching the duo fight the couch through the door. The apartment was nowhere as big as Derek's back in Beacon Hills, nor did it have an elevator. But it was theirs.

Shaking his head, Stiles left them in the living room to finish their argument while he went to the bedroom to begin unpacking. The new mattress sat on the floor, pushed against the wall. Stiles smirked, remembering why they didn't currently have a bedframe; they were probably going to hold off on getting a new one for a while.

What felt like hours later, arms snaked around Stiles' waist, stopping his sorting. "Peter went to his hotel. Said that he would stop by tomorrow before he starts the drive back." Derek muttered against Stiles' neck.

"I'm still shocked that he came. He should have hung out for a while, and we could have gone out to eat." Stiles smiled, turning in Derek's arms.

"Yeah, well, when everyone else bailed last minute or couldn't come, it seemed that Peter thought it was his time to step up and help." Derek rolled his eyes.

"I know a lot happened –I was there for most of it– but isn't it nice to have your uncle back? You guys were like best friends when you were younger." Derek groaned. "Hey, what you do with your relationship doesn't concern me. But maybe he's trying to make up for some of the bat-shit crazy stuff he did." Stiles pressed a kiss to Derek's cheek.

"The argument I have will only create a different kind of argument, and I don't have the energy for that." Derek leaned their foreheads together. "Pizza should be here in fifteen."

"Oh my goodness, yes! This right here is why I love you."

From, "Hey, can I get your number?"
To, "Whatcha doin' Friday night?"
Straight through a teenage summer
To goin' on our fifth July
From porch lights and swingin' on swings
To real life doin' its thing
From some silly seventeen fling
To tryin' on rings

Stiles dully looked at the screen on the other side of the lecture hall. He wasn't sure why he enrolled in a Greek Mythology class; he already knew nearly all of this information. It honestly wasn't even Greek Mythology; the professor was currently talking about the Yeti, which isn't even found in Greece. They learned about so many different Myths that Stiles had to double-check that he was in the correct class multiple times.

"Alright, finish the work by the next class to turn in. Next time we'll be speaking about Werewolves." Stiles couldn't help the groan he let escape him. A few heads turned in his direction, but it seemed to have been passed off as a groan of boredom, not annoyance. Just what he wanted, to listen to his idiot talk about werewolves, when in all reality, Stiles was an expert on them at this point. How much was going to be wrong or be so far-fetched that he would end up laughing the entire class and possibly get kicked out?