23 days of Letter Prompts

9. To your significant other.



Stiles laid in bed twiddling his thumbs, teetering back and forth between anger and depression. He had honestly hoped that Derek would have come over so that they could talk things out.

However, he never showed. Stiles had sent several text messages, but none of them were answered. No, they were answered, by Cora. Simply stating that tonight was not a good night and then calling her brother a chicken shit coward.

Stiles was inclined to agree with her at this point. The full moon had occurred last week, so that wasn't the reason. The only reason he could figure out is that he was a chicken shit coward.

With a deep sigh, he got up and went over to the computer. He snorted when he saw his assignment. Deaton was such a sneaky bastard… or intuitive. Stiles believes that this is no accident.

He sends out a quick text to Talia and gets to work on his letter.

Dear Derek,

Today I am supposed to write to my significant other. I can think of no one more significant to me, than you.

My 'crush' on you started long before I scared off the Argent Bitch. I was in second grade and the teacher was scolding me for running off. She didn’t know Scott had had an asthma attack, she only thought I was causing he grief, again. I was a bit of a shit and I know it. I wasn't paying attention to her, my full attention was on Scott and the boy who had helped me. You got so mad that you yelled at her for not paying attention to Scott.

I was amazed that you did what I wanted to. From that day forward, I did little things to try to grab your attention. I studied all about werewolves and set about wooing you in my own fashion.

The first thing I did was tie a bag of cookies to the handles of your bike. I checked and double-checked that chocolate wasn't bad for werewolves. Next, I gave you my Wolverine action figure. You thought someone was mocking you, but I wasn't. Wolverine is cool and can heal fast, like werewolves. I was just trying to be nice.

I stopped after that, until after Paige died and you were so… heartbroken. I didn’t want to fix you, only help you heal. So I played dumb and asked you if you could help me with my math homework. Never confessing that the 'homework' wasn't really mine. They were just some extra work packets the teacher used to distract me.

When you started to suspect me, I asked you to tell me about your homework. About history and geography. It worked. You enjoyed sharing what you had learned and when you found out that I was going home to an empty house, you brought me into your home.

You would tell me about your day, and I would fix us a snack. I was in heaven. I was waiting for you to ask me to be your boyfriend, even though I was just a 6th grader.

Then the bitch started to put the moves on you. You would forget me after school and I discovered I was the jealous type. I saw her kissing you and I ran home. I was so mad and shattered. I called your mom and told her about what I saw.

Thankfully, she believed me and had her arrested for attempted statutory rape and corruption of a child. I was so proud of myself and you were so mad at me. You chewed my out and stopped talking to me, until four years later when the Rogue Alpha bit Scott.

You were still mad at me though and did your best to pull Scott away from me. Believing that I would cause him grief. I'm not sure what changed your mind about me. Perhaps it was your mom kicking your ass.

You thought I was a nuisance, but your mom thought I was ingenious for teaching Scott control like I did. You kept glaring and threatening me… I ignored it, though it was tearing my heart up.

It's hard for me to trust someone with my heart. My Mom threw it away and my dad ignored it until he had healed from my mother's death. Jackson took it, threw it away and mocked me, and you crushed it under your heel, repeatedly.

Do you understand why I don't want to share? I love you; everyone knows I love you more than life itself, but some things I need to keep just for me.

We have come so far in our relationship, please, don’t throw it away. Don't throw me away. I'm not sure I can recover this time. I've given you more than cookies and toys this round. Don’t break my heart again.

Forever in love with you,

Stiles (The man who want more than anything to be your mate.)

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Stiles sniffled as he printed the letter. At the top he wrote: 'The only letter you get to read' taped it to his window and then went out for a drive.

He needed to clear his head and he hoped that Derek would actually talk to him after this.