Can I ask for a #sterek prompt where Stiles is alone yet again on Valentine’s Day crying because of his unrequited love for Derek. They end up fighting and their true feelings are revealed.
Sorry anon, RL has been crazy, so I know it’s May but... it’s Valentine’s Day somewhere... right? In our hearts? IDK just go with it. Also this turned very fluffy and probably not at all what you were wanting in this prompt. I’m sorry. Hope you still like it.
Okay, so maybe it was a bad idea to declare he was fine and didn’t need anyone to pity him on today of all materialistic, created by capitalistic corporate greed holidays and then proceed to buy way too much beer and slightly discounted chocolates for one person to consume and cry about how he’s lonely and why won’t the one person he’s liked and cared about for years throw him a bone?
Stiles doesn’t even know what time it is, really. All he knows is that he is very very drunk, feels slightly sick from the 1 pound box of chocolates he ate in one sitting, and that he has a headache from crying and throwing himself a pity party. He allows himself to do it this one day, and then he’ll go back to acting like he’s completely fine and cool. That he hasn’t been in love with Derek goddamn Hale for years, ever since he was in high school, and that being friends is totally what he’s been after forever, no need for more.
It’s all a lie, of course, that he’s been telling himself, but he does his best not to let on that his heart breaks a little every time he sees Derek flirt with someone else or hears about how he went on a date with the new front desk clerk at the station or some werewolf from a visiting pack.
It’s been like this for years, and he’s used to it. But on Valentine’s Day, he lets himself whine and cry about it so he can try to move on. Keyword being try since he hasn’t quite managed it successfully.
On this Valentine’s Day, though, he’s not expecting someone to knock, more like pound, on his door while he’s in this state.
“Go away!” he shouts as he tries to stand up from the floor, managing to stumble and knock over the empty beer cans and candy wrappers that were around him.
“Stiles! Open the door!” someone yells back on the other side, and man the alcohol must’ve been stronger than he thought, because it sounds an awful lot like Derek.
