What the Hell is a Stiles?
Sterek, T, 2K, Blind Date AU
Saw the prompt from this post that someone reblogged. (Take a look at the list, there are so many good ideas!)
Our mutual friend set us up on a blind date and I thought I’d hate it but you’re actually… kind of funny? But because I expected to hate it in no way am I going to let you change my mind just because you’re gorgeous and funny and intelligent oh no my friend is not winning this
“No,” Derek says easily, without even looking up from his book. Erica groans and flops into the chair opposite him, nearly upsetting his mug of hot chocolate.
“Seriously?” she says, bracing both elbows on the table and leaning toward him. “At least hear me out.”
“He’s cute, Der! I think you’d really like him.”
“Absolutely not. You have a terrible track record with set-ups.”
Erica has the decency to wince, at least, and drop her gaze from Derek’s. “But you’re a catch, Der, and you deserve someone who can make you happy. And since you don’t want to date me—”
“You don’t want to date me, either,” he reminds her, but she just rolls her eyes.
“Yeah, whatever. But seriously. You’re great.”
“I thought I was grumpy and terrible with people?” he asks, parroting her words from after the last failed date, and she huffs.
“Please?” she wheedles, poking her lower lips out a bit. “For me. If it goes badly, I’ll never try to set you up again.”
Derek sighs. Fuck.
His facial expressions must be more transparent than he thinks because Erica’s eyes light up. “Oh my god, you’re gonna say yes.”
Derek scowls at her. “Just coffee,” he says firmly. At least that way, he can get it in a to-go cup and make a neat escape after five minutes if he needs to. “No dinner, no movie, no activities.”
“Fine,” she says quickly, digging in her jeans pocket for her phone. “You got it.”
“This is not gonna end well,” he warns her, but she just waves her hand without looking up from her phone.
“Have some faith, Der,” she says, patting him on the hand absently while she pushes her chair back and stands up. “I can’t wait to tell Stiles.”
Derek blinks, watching Erica walk away.
“Wait, what the hell is a Stiles?” he calls after her.