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Because of some sort of Supernatural crisis Stiles (and the gang) are not able to attend prom so Derek makes something for him, like IDK a fluffy thing like with lights and music and they slow dance a bit and share a kiss :3
Stiles is just pulling on the jacket to his tux when there’s a pounding on the front door.
"Thought you said you didn’t have a date," Dad says from where he’s leaning on the arm of the couch.
"I don’t," Stiles scowls as he heads for the door. He yanks it open to reveal Scott, looking flushed and out of breath, his bow tie askew. "Hey," Stiles says, his eyebrows rising. "Thought you were taking Lydia to prom. Or did you come to your senses and realize I’m the one you’ve always loved?"
Whatever’s going on, Scott spares him a weak grin. “C’mon, dude, you know you’re my one and only,” he says, and then the grin fades from his face. “Seriously, though, we gotta go; there’s an pissed-off warlock uprooting the forest.”
Stiles sighs and grabs his keys. As he heads out the door, Dad shouts after him, “Hey, be careful with that tux! I don’t want to lose the deposit!”
You are making me want to watch arrow so bad and I cant get involve with another show because of time. Stephen Amell is not bad to look at and seeing him in leather and suits OMG. DAMN YOU for making me want to watch it now. I'll probably start once this season of Teen Wolf is over then Ill come cry to you about it. There should be a show call "Teen Arrow" and combine TW and Arrow together and be 2 hours long.
TEEN ARROW. where scott’s pack and their families are done with beacon hills and all its bullshit and they move to starling city.
derek’s walking home from the grocery store late at night. he overhears a fight in an alley nearby and rushes over to see what the fuss is all about. just as he’s dragging some thugs away from a poor young waitress, an arrow hits the ground inches from him. what the fuck, derek thinks. he turns around and there’s some clown wearing a hood that covers half his face. the thugs dash whilst derek and the clown have an intense glaring contest, the girl scrambles to her car and drives off. "what the hell do you think you’re doing", the clown asks derek in a voice that puts christian bale’s batman to shame. "i was saving that girl", derek huffs. “it was not your job to save her”, the clown huffs back. "well where i come from, we don’t just ignore someone who’s in trouble. we help them", derek replies. “i don’t know where you come from, but my city is dangerous”, the clown growls. "i can handle dangerous" derek says and bares his fangs at him. the clown considers him for a moment, then gives him a curt nod. "i guess i’ll be seeing you around then", he says somewhat reluctantly, throws something on the ground causing a minor explosion and disappears in the smoke. what a drama queen, derek thinks, rolling his eyes.
some time passes. they become bros. derek teaches oliver how to effectively glower someone into submission. oliver shows derek where to buy leather clothes with the biggest discounts. sometimes they like to sit in the dark together and have a contest of who feels guiltier about stuff that’s happened in their lives. scott meets diggle and they spend hours talking about how exhausting it can be to deal with the sass, broodiness and all the "i’m the one to blame for every bad thing that’s ever happened" crap of their bros, but they agree that it’s rewarding and that they would both take a bullet for their hero brothers. when stiles meets felicity, derek and oliver start getting headaches. allison and oliver start training together. lydia and felicity spend their free time shopping. sheriff stilinski and quentin lance exchange stories about dealing with supernatural/superhero crap and how quickly it ages you.
everyone from beacon hills is very surprised to find out that jackson has a secret identity now, and that instead of partying in london, he’s pretending to be poor and fighting criminals in starling city. jackson pretends he doesn’t know them and demands they call him roy.
Good for you. Working out might not exactly be fun, but the feeling afterwards is. And the date sounds lovely - which you totally deserve.
I love the feeling and the actual exercise but I love only specific work outs, elliptical being one of them. I can stay on those for hours. The commute and hassle around going to the gym was costing me too much time, plus with the weather here it was too easy to come up with excuses. Now I will be able to work out every day!Thank you love, we did deserve some couple time and it was lovely!
Had a nice brunch date with the BF (free too, it was a gift from his aunt for Christmas), then went to do some shopping. That wasn’t free, we finally bought a elliptical machine that with taxes and everything came to almost 2000$. Thankfully had a nice yearly bonus at work that allowed me to pay for most of it, the rest will be financed without interest, so no extra fees for me.
It will be delivered and installed next Sunday and I can finally start working out again, I can’t wait!
So even if I just lost a follower (rude thing to come home to), I’m in a good mood!
Somewhere between A New Hope and The Empire Strikes Back Scott starts to complain of a gnawing hole in his stomach.
“Dude, I needed food like 10 minutes ago,” he complains as Stiles tells him – again – that he’ll make something when the movie finishes. “How long is left? Is it nearly done? Stiles, I’m hungry!”
When the end credits finally begin to roll, Stiles shoots off the couch like it’s burning him. A quick glance into the fridge confirms his suspicion that it is not grocery week. There’s a brochure stuck to the door, though; a mailbox advertisement for a pizza place Stiles has never heard of, Hale’s Pizza.
“Bro, how’s pizza?” he yells to the lounge.
“Just feed me!” Scott cries back, whining dramatically.
Wondering if they’re still open, Stiles grabs his phone and dials the number on the brochure. A gruff voice answers. “Hale’s Pizza, what can I get you?”
Stiles rattles off three generic pizzas and requests delivery. The gruff voice on the other end grunts in acquiescence, and the line goes dead. Stiles stares at his phone. “That’s customer service for you,” he mutters.
Scott spends the 20 minute wait moaning about how he could probably eat a deer at this point, but he shuts up as soon as Stiles reminds him that he literally could, if he was that desperate. When the doorbell finally rings, Stiles is yelling at Scott to stop being such a drama queen. He opens the door smiling at Scott’s snarky reply, and feels the grin freeze on his face when he sees the pizza delivery boy.
Holy. Shit. Stiles forgets social decorum in favour of staring blatantly at the gorgeous, bearded, angry-looking boy standing on his doorstep.
“You ordered pizza, yeah?” the boy suddenly says, startling Stiles out of his scrutiny.
“Oh, uh…yeah,” he stutters out, fumbling with his wallet. He grabs a few notes and holds them out. He’s trying to be blasé, but he definitely isn’t when the delivery boy’s fingers brush against his. It happens again as the pizza’s trade hands, and Stiles is pretty fucking sure he’s grinning like a maniac.
“You have a good night!” he chirps – chirps – as the boy turns away.
He turns back for an instant, dark eyes catching Stiles’.
“Yeah, you too.”
Stiles slams the door shut with his foot. “Come back and I will,” he murmurs with a smirk.
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