This is for @aeteru who has an awesome scenario blog (CHECK IT OUT), so I wanted to write a little scenario in return to thank Teru-san for all the hard work and dedication put into their writings!
It was a
rainy afternoon slowly turning in an even Rainier and rather cold evening. You
and Murasakibara were supposed to study – better to say, you were supposed to
convince him to study, but failed miserably, as Murasakibara was now staring at
you from the other side of the kotatsu, slowly munching on his chips. It was like
a song playing over and over, and you had learned its measures to the point of
driving you mad. A rustle of the bag , the groan of his mouth opening, the snap
of the chip being bitten, the crunch of his teeth masticating. Repetitive and
monotonous as it could be.
groan, snap, crunch. Rustle, groan, snap, crunch. Over and over again.
your head with a sigh and stared at him with a peeved frown. Murasakibara
barely perked a brow as he kept ritually eating chips, returning your annoyance
with a blank look. “What is it, Chibi-chin?”.
You took a
moment to reply, tapping your pen on the notebook as you studied his face,
still not letting go of your grouchy pout. After a long moment, much to
Murasakibara’s confusion, that pout melted in a suave smile.
you said, taking a strategic pause to earn his interest, “I think I figured out
what you remind me of”.
wrinkled Murasakibara’s forehead, usually smooth like a sheet due to his lazy expression.
There, you knew you got his attention. “What do I remind you of?” he asked,
before putting another chip in his mouth, a note betraying the suspect in his
have kept him hanging for longer if it hadn’t been for your smile immediately
turning into a grin. “A cow”.
on Murasakibara’s forehead deepened, while his eyes widened in a sudden
bewilderment. His hand stopped in midair, still holding a chip, and you knew he
didn’t like the sound of it way before hearing his whiny protest. “A cow?!” he bristled.
you confirmed, savouring his annoyance. Your grin widened. “Wanna know why?”
for a moment, clearly considering whether to act all stand-offish like the big child he could be, or to give in
to his curiosity. You gave him his time to think, giggling at his wavering and
stealing a chip from his bag as you waited. He pulled the bag away right after,
sulking even further.
that?” he finally asked, his voice slightly high-pitched from the chagrin.
began, brushing your fingers against each other to get rid of the crumbles, “There
are various reasons, really. First one is the look on your face. A blank. Deep.
Stare” you scanned, underlining each word with a further mimic of his usual bored
That same pout appeared on Murasakibara’s lips a second after. “I don’t
look like that,” he grumbled.
do”. You wiped away his protests with a gesture of your hand. “The second
reason, is because you’re always munching…” you went on.
comment at this one was a loud snort; he turned away his head, but his cheeks
were vaguely pink already. You giggled
once more. “Wait wait! The last one is the best!”
want to hear it” Murasakibara muttered, ragefully stuffing his mouth with a
handful of chips.
you do.” You shifted closer to him, stretching your legs under the warm blanket
and resting them on his, which occupied
the whole space under the table. “The last reason is that cows are highly
Murasakibara asked, cheeks full with chips, still refusing to turn toward you.
and tried to steal him another chip, but he snatched the bag away just in time,
pouring the rest in his mouth. He turned toward you with a challenging frown,
crumbs all over his mouth.
“How so?” he repeated, vexed.
at him and smirked, accepting the challenge. “Well, they are quite dangerous
animals, you see. Way more than sharks.” You nodded severely. “You wouldn’t
want them to charge you, really”.
moment you’d have thought he’d be flattered with the comparison, but a shadow
passed on his purple eyes, and Murasakibara turned away once more. He seemed to
crouch a bit, his shoulders tensed and head low, as if he tried to make himself
that? It was just a joke, you thought. He couldn’t have possibly thought
Damn. You had been so stupid.
you added, and your voice softened a bit as you reached to touch his arm, “They
can be quite affectionate, you know? … And sweet,” you added shyly.
didn’t move, locks of purple hair covering his face. You sighed and stood up, a
brief shiver running down your shins as the warm blanked slipped away from
them. You brought yourself behind Murasakibara and wrapped your arms around his
neck, burying your nose in his hair.
you whispered. “Are you alright, Mukkun?”
moment of silence fell.
“Moo-kun” he murmured.
your head, trying to see his face. “What did you say?”
he dawdled, “If I am a cow, that’s how it should sound.”
You let out
a relieved laugh and knelt on the ground as he turned to face you, his cheeks
now of a clear shade of red. He looked down at you and frowned a bit.
stupid, though,” he grunted, “I am not stupid.”
really?” you chuckled, brushing some hair away from his face.
not proving it, then?” You patted the notebook in front of him. “Back to work,
stared at the notebook and a long, pained groan rose from his throat. He rolled
his eyes but, much to your surprise, grabbed the pen and looked down at his
notes, resting his chin on one hand.
“If I’m a
cow, then Chibi-chin is a crow” he uttered.
you asked, giving him an incredulous look. “Why?”
weird noises,” he said, munching on his pen, “And you say weird things.”
“That’s just mean!” you snorted. But then again, you had maybe deserved it.
So Derek Hale was 19 in the first episode of Teen Wolf. Because they said so outside of the show.
A full year has yet to pass. And his birthday is marked as Christmas?
So he’s still 19.
Stiles has been mentioned as being 17 in this season.
Derek is 19. Stiles is 17.
In California, I live here so I know this shit, there’s this interesting thing about age of consent which gives a three year extension to the rule. Meaning, legally if you’re 16 you can date someone up to the age of 19, 17 to 20.
(Which yes. That means an 18 year old could date both a 15 year old and a 21 year old, which is odd as fuck but that’s besides the point.)
So all that whining about Derek being sooo much older than Stiles is a moo point. (It’s like a cow’s opinion. It just doesn’t matter. It’s moo.)