Drabble prompts part one: 27 & sterek?
“Don’t leave me alone with him, he’s got a murder-y face.”
That’s Just My Face Stiles
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Sometimes Stiles hated how loyal he was to his friends. If he hadn’t been so loyal to Scott he totally could have had sex in high school, but Isaac was Scott’s weird flirty friend and it would have broken Scott’s heart.
That loyalty was why he was up at 2 am the night before his step sister’s wedding, frantically wrapping twine around mason jars. Allison, Lydia’s maid of honor, had sent Lydia to bed hours before, with promises of finished products in the morning.
“Ally why are we doing this,” Stiles whined.
“Because we’re good friends and Lydia was about to have a nervous breakdown because someone managed to break all the centerpieces the night before her wedding,” Allison said, shooting Scott a glare that Stiles was glad he wasn’t on the receiving end of.
Stiles looked at Allison for a second before he elbowed Scott, who said, “Ally, I think we need to get you to bed.”
“We have to finish these,” Allison said, stifling a yawn.
“Stiles and Derek will, you have to be up to help Lydia get ready, all we have to do is put on pants,” Scott said.
“Wait! Don’t leave me alone with him, he’s got a murder-y face,” Stiles said, eyes darting quickly to Derek, Jackson’s best man and possible serial killer.
“Shut up and keep working Stiles,” Derek said with a sigh. He didn’t even bother to look up at him, which told Stiles that Derek had possibly accepted their shared fate of crafting for the rest of the night OR he was plotting his murder.