Sterek One Shots (boyxboy)

I'll Drown My Sorrows

I'll Drown My Sorrows by BBK
[everbody needs a sad fic sometimes]
[but this is really dark and *TRIGGER WARNING*. Don't read it if you don't like dark angst-y stuff]

A mass amount of dark clouds flooded the sky. The wind was picking up rapidly, throwing it's bitter wind all over the place, having no mercy for those in need. Stiles's small square window was wide open, allowing the cold breeze to drift into his room. Not that Stiles could feel it, his body was warm from the 6 shots of whiskey he downed, not bothering to read the warning label. His body was sprawled out on his bed, with a whiskey bottle in one hand and a shot glass in the other. Stiles attempted to drown his sorrows in the alcohol but absolutely NOTHING

was working. No matter how much alcohol he consumed, he still couldn't drown the feeling of darkness away. The day's memories kept replaying in his head.

- memory -

"Hey scotty, are we still having the pack meeting later on tonight?" Stiles questioned.

Stiles did not expect for Scott to glare at him, while also completely ignoring him.

"You're not invited." Was all that Scott managed to say, before stomping away angry.

-end-

Stiles always had a gut feeling that, after the nogitsune, nothing was the same. The pack started to ignore him, his messages, his existence. On days were he felt exceptionally lonely, he'd go to Derek, his mate, for comfort. Derek never gave him the claiming bite, he always said that they should wait until marriage. Stiles never questioned his thoughts, just tried to go with the flow.

Eventually, Derek wasn't much help either. After awhile Derek pushed Stiles away, always causing fights, always flirting with other people, and always, always, always, suggesting that he's cheating. Stiles tried to ignore the smell of other men or women on Derek. But it was pretty hard to do such a thing after he showed up to Stiles's house with lipstick on his neck.

Why did he show up to Stiles's house in the middle of the night exactly? To start a fight, of course.

Even after the lipstick, Stiles still tried to ignore the evidence that kept piling up until one day he couldn't ignore it.

-memory-

Stiles pulled up in Derek's dirt driveway, got out his jeep, and walked inside.

"Deeeeerrrrreeeekkkk!" He called but received no answer.

He dropped his backpack on the floor, pulled out his phone and searched the internet as he made his way up the creaky, wooden steps.

Once he reached the last step he started to hear suggestive noises. He softly shut his phone off and put it in his back pocket before tip toeing to Derek's room.

His door was slightly ajar and Stiles took this opportunity to peek inside.

He gasped at what he saw before his very eyes. Derek, his mate, was pounding mercilessly into a woman.

He could hear Derek's grunts, the woman's moans, just like he could see the scratch marks on Derek's back from the woman's nails.

He watched as the scene unfolded in front of him, before deciding to make himself known. He swung the door open, and stood there watching the reaction of the two in bed. The woman with her long brunette hair, light freckles and piercing grey eyes gasped at the sight of Stiles while Derek sat there emotionless.

"You couldn't have broken up with me first?" Stiles questioned, fiddling with his trembling fingers. When he received no response he spun around and stalked down the stairs. He picked up his bag, swung open the front door and slammed it shut.