Stiles wouldn’t keep his love for Derek a secret. Did anyone even see how openly head over heels he was for Lydia? That boy would be hit with the realization mid fight. When Derek is injured or jumping into danger and Stiles can barely breathe because he’s so worried. And then it just hits him like a lacrosse ball to the face like “oh. Oh! I’m in love with him.”
And then when the fighting is done he just stomps over to Derek to yell at him for taking stupid chances. And Derek being like “Since when do you care?”
“Since I realized I’m in love with your self-sacrificing, broody, emo ass! Don’t fucking do it again! You’re not allowed to die until after our 50th wedding anniversary.”
The betas are rolling on the floor laughing but Derek is so red and flustered.
“W-Wedding?”
“Yeah. I’m thinking I’ll need less than 10 years since we already got the pack bonds…You like flowers? You look like a sunflower kind of guy.”
“What?!”
“Dang. I have to ask Peter about the courting gifts again. Does the food offering have to be raw meat or does a burger count?”
“S-Stiles—”
“Eh. I’ll call him.” Stiles turns to head back to the jeep as he calls Peter before turning back around. “And don’t think this conversation is over! If you ever risk your life like that again I’ll bring you back and make your second one a living hell. Go get cleaned up! I love you.” Stiles snaps before slamming the door closed and pulling out of the preserve.
