There’s no way to miss the way Stiles and Derek have been looking at each other these days. Which isn’t to imply they haven’t been exchanging heavy stares for a while now but they’re changed. The looks that is. Where as before they were either long contemplative stares or quick stolen glances, now they’re quiet and deep. They’re heavy with words and meanings only they can understanding.
As Scott distractedly swirls his half empty glass in a lazy circle, listening to the ice cubes clink together, he realizes that’s not true. Anyone with eyes can tell what those gazes say. In the simplest of terms, every look Stiles and Derek have taken to exchanging is heavy with fondness. Every look is laden with a gentle love Scott has quietly been hoping they both would find (and he never expected them to find it in each other but that’s a story for another day).
Right now, Stiles is watching Derek. His eyes are half mast and soft, the shadow of a smile hovering on his lips. He watches Derek talk with Kira, expression going softer and softer until Scott can almost see the hearts floating around his best friends’ head.
He’s not sure what tips Derek off but the older werewolf notices Stiles’ gaze anyways. Scott’s torn between grinning and gagging theatrically when Derek’s whole face gentles. The eyebrows come up, his eyes go from interested to lovey-dovey and his whole body language changes.
"You guys are so cheesy." Scott mumbles under his breath, pretending to take a sip of his soda.
Derek’s ears and Stiles’ cheeks go pink even as they frown at Scott, while Kira nudges him sharply in the ribs. “I think it’s sweet!”
It is but Scott doesn’t want to say that. Not until the right moment where the words will make Stiles blush and bluster and Derek scowl until he’s got a unibrow. TIming is everything when it comes to a good reply.
"Still cheesy." Scott teases, catching the curly fry Stiles throws his way with a cheeky grin.
Stiles huffs and looks at Derek, jerking his chin towards Scott. “Aren’t you gonna defend my honor?”
"You were doing such a fine job of it.” Derek drawls, plucking a curly fry out of Stiles’ plate.
Squawking, Stiles curls his arms defensively around his plate before yelling at Derek to stop stealing his food. The sudden bickering which erupts at their table is such a drastic change from the loving looks they’d just been exchanging Scott almost gets a headache from the whiplash.
So he shakes his head and drains his glass, leaving the couple to their argument, and turns to Kira instead. Scott bets Stiles and Derek will stop arguing in roughly 6 minutes, kiss and make up so hard their waiter will come and gently tell them to leave because theirs is a family friendly diner and PDA of their level is not allowed.
Scott discreetly checks his watch and begins to count down.
La tristesse durera toujours. - Vincent Van Gogh
'Derek what's wrong?'
*SLOW MOTION HEAD TURN AND DRAMATIC ZOOM*
'I miss stiles yo its been like hella time'
Ravenclaws with huge communal bookshelfs that tower to the ceiling. It’s become tradition that when you leave Hogwarts, you leave behind a copy of your favorite book, so they have books dating back centuries.
Holland Roden attends the 40th annual Saturn Awards.
Stiles and Derek in the sneak peek for 4.06 “Orphaned”
it doesn’t matter how many “pretend to be dating” fics i read, i’m always fucking in it headfirst every time and i fall for that shit every time. i know the pattern i know the plot twists i know what’s gonna happen but every single fucking time i’m fucking on the edge of my seat wide-eyed whispering like “what’s gonna happen are they gonna fall in love” to myself like of course they are you fucking idiot this happens EVERY TIME but as soon as i see the description and it’s like “x person and x person pretend to do the dating” it’s eternal sunshine of the stupidest fucking mind over here