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The Six Degrees of Separation by Iselin (wordcount: 11,438) “Fake a smile, you lie and say you’re better now than ever, and your life’s okay. Well it’s not. You’re doing all these things out of desperation. You’re going through six degrees of separation.” When Derek and Stiles break up, Derek struggles to get his life back on track. And despite the best efforts of the pack, it’s not easy, and it probably can’t be done.
Comfortably Numb by WhoNatural (wordcount: 2,668)
He stands, then, pulling off his shirt, and Derek forgets himself. Forgets that he no longer has the right to drink in the strong curve of back, the smattering of moles or the light dusting of chest hair he could describe from memory. He's not allowed to watch the ripple of muscles across his shoulders, newly defined, as he throws the garment away, and he shouldn't let his breath thin at the trail of dark hair, framed between slim hips and below natural, almost soft abdominals that he can still feel what it's like to bury his nose against. He forgets because it's been too long since he's let himself remember.
Lord Knows It Would Be The First Time by uraneia (wordcount: 12,287) Stiles is home from Berkeley for the summer, but only because he promised the pack. He’d rather not see Derek, because whatever the thing was that they were doing, they’re not doing it anymore, and it sucks. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have a choice. The betas tried a magical remedy for Derek’s melancholy, and now Stiles has a three-year-old who looks like Derek. Stiles doesn’t know how to deal with that, and he definitely doesn’t know how to tell the betas he and Derek were secret fuck buddies for a year and a half.
Waiting For You To Say It First by paradis (wordcount: 8,215) Four months. Four months they’ve managed to avoid one another. Stiles quit going to pack meetings. He quit doing research unless Scott really, really begged him to. He avoided driving the road that led out to the turnoff to the Hale house, he avoided going to all the spots where Derek might possibly be. Four months, and now, here they are, standing in the Minit Mart, Stiles thinks, staring down at the grimy tiles. He can hear the catch of Derek’s breath, and he closes his eyes and breathes deep.
