Sterek One-Shots

Stiles's Journal

Laura Stilinski-Hale wandered the house; being her 7 year old self. Her parents, Stiles and Derek, were in the living room watching a movie. Finding Nemo, to be exact.

She made her way into her parents room, spying. Well, not spying. She was just curious. She opened the nightstand and grabbed a small, wrecked book out.

Laura flipped to the first page, reading carefully. She was a pretty skilled reader for a 2nd grader.

'Derek. Derek Hale. Sourwolf. Man, I have a major crush on him. This will be the only thing I admit it to. My journal; not diary. Diary sounds to girly, and last time I checked, I'm not a girl. Anyways, back to Derek. He's so hoootttt. The extra letters were necessary. Nobody knows about my crush on Hale. Not even Scott, my best friend. I don't know who I can trust. If I'm being honest, Earth is a pretty cruel place. There's few people who you can really trust. Most people nowadays just stab you in the back sooner or later. ...This is getting depressing. This journal (not diary) is anti-depressing. No depressing thoughts allowed! I have to get to Scott, now. He wants to watch Star Wars with me. I mean, I'm not complaining. Maybe I should tell him about Derek.'

'I told Scott. He took it well. If well means screaming at me then yeah. He wasn't upset at the fact that I was gay. Just the Derek part. Scott was scared that Derek would break my heart if we ever ended up together. Which, must I admit, is very unlikely. ...No depressing thoughts.'

'Guess what?! Derek talked to me! It's so rare, honestly. He seemed to be taking an interest in me. Scott was smirking the whole time. The little... brat. Gotta blast! Scott's coming over. He'll probably lecture me about the whole Derek thing. Again.'

'It's been a week since I wrote last time. Something big happened today. Derek smashed my head into the dashboard. Trust me when I say that it hurt. And then later on, he apologized. The best part: he asked if I was okay. Who know that Derek Hale, badass sourwolf, cared about me, skinny defenseless Stiles Stilinski.'

'OMG. Usually I'd be weirded out saying, or in this case writing, the phrase. But right now, it's totally appropriate. Derek asked if I wanted to hang out. Mind blown. If I'm being honest, we've gotten closer. Oh, and by the way, I said yes. Duh!'

'Derek Hale asked me out on a date. Tall, dark, and brooding asked me out. And I thought this day wouldn't be good. By that I mean it was bad at first. Derek had ignored me during the whole pack meeting. Turns out he was just scared. I'm getting laid tonight!'

'Okay, so I didn't get laid. But that doesn't matter. The date was PERFECT! And I'm not over exaggerating. I never exaggerate. Okay, maybe I do, but that's not the point. It was great.'

'1 more date later (2 weeks)-
Derek Hale finally asked me out. I've been waiting for awhile considering I knew then that we were starting to become a thing. It's great really. Being Derek Hale's boyfriend, I mean.'

'Scott says I'm just his boy toy. Obviously I don't believe him. Should I?'

'I don't believe Scott. At all. Derek's so sweet and cuddly. He's just a big teddy bear, honestly.'

'So yesterday something happen. Derek took my virginity. I let him and I'm glad I did. It was--'

"Laura, where are you sweetie?" Stiles's voice rang out through the house.

Laura neatly put the book back, and ran down the stairs into the living room. "Yes, daddy?" She asked.

"I was just wondering where you are," Stiles told her. He was currently cuddled up against Derek; the two looking cute as ever.

"What does virginity mean?" Laura blurted out.

At that, Derek sat up. "What?" He demanded, not rudely though.

"It was in Stiles's journal," Laura said.

Stiles paled, and coughed awkwardly.

"What journal?" Derek questioned.

"Nothing," Stiles quickly answered.

Derek raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. He didn't push the matter, though. That night, Derek searched for the journal.

And found it.