Derek getting hideously drunk and singing along to All By Myself, Bridget Jones style.
That is all.
alright emma, you asked for it.
For once in his life, Uncle Peter was useful. He left Derek a recipe for werewolf friendly alcohol and tonight, Derek was taking full advantage of it.
The rest of the pack had left for another year of college and Derek was feeling lonely. He whipped up a batch of werewolf tequila before heading to the couch to drown his sorrows.
He must have had more than he realized because he didn’t hear the door open or hear Stiles walk in. Derek had finished belting his heart out when he looked up to see Stiles smirking at him.
“Uhhhh-” Derek slurred, utterly lost for words.
“Got quite a pair of lungs on you there Hale,” Stiles joked.
“Why are you here?”
“Well I came home for the weekend and Dad and I were hanging out but he got called into work. Thought I’d come give my favorite alpha a visit.”
“Me?” Derek asked.
“Yes you, dork. Have you been drinking alone tonight?”
Derek mumbled under his breath. This was embarrassing. He didn’t think anyone would show up unannounced. Apparently the alcohol removed his brain to mouth filter because Stiles was responding to his inner thoughts.
“I did text, a couple times actually. But then you didn’t respond and I just wanted to make sure you were ok. I mean, on the way over it did occur to me that you may have had a lady friend over now that you had the place to yourself and you were free of an annoyingly clingy pack and I would be interrupting but I think we’re all clear on that front.”
Derek felt his ears go hot. Of all the pack members to walk in on him, it had to be Stiles.
“Feeling lonely Derek? Or were you just channeling your inner Bridget Jones?”
“Both. It’s quiet without you all here. And I’m lonely.”
Derek slumped back down on the couch, faintly registering Stiles moving across the room to sit next to him.
“How about you sleep it off and in the morning when you’re sober, we can talk about maybe making you a little less lonely?” Stiles asked him softly.
“Yeah, yeah. Good. Stay with me?” Derek asked as he got up slowly, making his way to his bed.
“Always,” Stiles replied.
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