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“… and how very much dare you betray our friendship in such a way, Scott?! I was rooting for you, we were all rooting for you, how dare you!”
“Stiles-“
“You changed man. After all the sacrifices I’ve done for you, after everythingand you just go and do something like this to me? You disgust me Scott.”
“Stiles, it’s just a movie.”
Stiles makes a high pitched frustrated noise and actually considers shoving Scott’s face in a bowl of mayo to make him take it back.
He clutches at his chest and curls forwards a little and maybe this way Scott will get how horrifying his words are.
But Scott ever the oblivious puppy just looks at him with mild concern but still wholly unapologetic and Stiles just can’t.
He stomps out of the room as loudly and petulantly as he can.
“I can’t even look at you right now!” he yells over his shoulder and slams the door to get his point across.
He power walks his way into the living room and huffily plops down on the couch, crossing his arms and definitely not pouting at the TV.
“Trouble in paradise?” Derek asks, cocking an eyebrow at him from the other side of the couch.
“Scott hasn’t see Star Wars yet. It’s been years, Derek. Why does he hate me, why does he betray me this way? This may be the one thing that breaks our broship.”
“I can’t believe you still say broship.”
“I can’t believe Scott hasn’t seen Star Wars!”
Derek huffs. “Stiles drop it. So what he hasn’t seen it. Not everyone likes Star Wars.”
“Heathens,” Stiles hisses, slipping down on the couch and puffing his cheeks. Never mind he’s an adult. He’s still totally allowed to be upset under such terrible events.
Derek huffs a little thing that Stiles knows it’s a laugh.
“Laugh it up, Fuzzball.”
Derek raises an eyebrow at him. “Really? You’re insulting me with Star Wars.”
Stiles’ mouth drops open a little bit. “You’ve seen Star Wars?”
“Of course I’ve seen Star Wars.”
“I don’t believe it.”
“I find your lack of faith disturbing.”
“Ohmygod,” he whispers in awe and thinks he falls a little bit in love with Derek right then and there. “Marry me.”
“What,” Derek’s eyes widen, flushing slightly high on the tips of his ears which is still the most unfairly adorable thing ever.
“I said come with me,” he backtracks so fast he almost gives himself whiplash. “To the movie.”
Derek blinks at him for approximately an eternity before he nods a little. “Yeah I’d like that.”
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Stiles has chewed through most of his thumb’s fingernail by the time Derek meets him in front of the cinema, wearing a brown leather jacket and a white shirt tucked into his brown pants. He’s also wearing boots.
“Ohmygod. Are you dressed as Han Solo right now?”
Derek ducks his head, looking away as he gruffs out a completely unconvincing, “No.”
“Marry me,” Stiles breathes out, still a little in awe.
“What.”
“You heard me.”
Derek gives him one of the special shy smiles that Stiles has been hoarding for years now. “How about a date first.”
“I can work with a date,” Stiles grins. “This can be it, here hold my hand and let me buy you candy.”
Derek rolls his eyes but holds his hand and lets Stiles buy him candy.
For a first date it goes pretty great. They elbow each other during awesome scenes and admittedly tear up during that one goddamned scene. Derek does the terrible yawn and stretch move and Stiles laughs at him for all of the break but still holds his dumb hand and chances a kiss on the cheek when Derek flushes.
When they get out of the cinema and the weather has gotten significantly chilly Derek strips his jacket, draping it over Stiles’ shoulder and says, “Keep it, it suits you.”
Stiles pretty much swears on his Jeep he’ll marry the shit out of this man, and he’s a man of his word.