Stiles, Drunk As Fuck, Cupping Young Derek's Cheeks : I Can't Wait Till You Can Grow Facial Hair Again

Stiles, Drunk as fuck, cupping Young Derek's cheeks : I can't wait till you can grow facial hair again

Young Derek: *beta shifts*

Stiles : nooooo the eyebrows are gone! Turn back i love your eyebrows

Young Derek: fucking make up your mind

Stiles : I meant i can't wait to grow up with you

Young Derek: *turns back* you could've just said so! Now i look stupid

Stiles : nah you look cute

Young Derek: *fighting a blush* shut up

Scott *entering room* : Why’s Stiles lying face down on the carpet and screaming and why did Derek just pass me muttering about jumping off the roof?

Peter *having the time of his life* : It’s all just a- *voice breaks* - lil strange innit boys?

Stiles *screams intensified*

Scott: .. wh-

Lydia *trying to figure out how Stiles is one of the smartest people around* : We went to negotiate with the new pack

Malia *cackling with Peter* : The one possessive over its pack?

Scott: .. Right

Peter *snickering* : And Stiles here was with Derek making introductions cuz the rest of us *gestures to him and Malia* were… cautious

Stiles *screaming while lying face down*: YOU WANTED TO PLANT LANDMINES IN THE FOREST

Peter: Thats what I said.. anyways, the leader stepped forward, pointed to a woman in her pack and said, “She’s my mate.”

Malia *losing her mind and falling to the ground laughing while Stiles screams become louder*

Scott: and?

Peter: And what do you think our brave, snarky, cunning and smart Stiles said?

Stiles : IT WAS NOT MY FAULT OKAY IT WAS A MUSINDERSTA-

Malia *wheezing* : HE POINTED TO DEREK AND SAID “He’s my mate”!

Stiles *turning bright red* : I THOUGHT THEY WERE BRITISH OKAY?

Scott: Oh, this is SO typical. I'm always the last one to know everything. Erica: Nuh-uh! We tell you stuff! Scott: Yuh-huh! I was the last one to know when Isaac got bitten by the peacock at the zoo. I was the last one to know that Boyd was the one who set off the fire alarm at school. I was the last one to know Stiles has a crush on Derek. Derek: What? Stiles: BRO! Scott: Oho! Looks like I was second-to-last!

I love how in some fics Stiles just goes away for years, without a word to anyone.

Like the sheriff wouldn’t burn down the world to find him.

Peter, looking under the bed: Hey, cub, ready to come out and socialize again?

Bby Derek: *growls*

Peter: Understandable, have a nice day.