Derek loves Stiles

Stiles: *confused* What? But we haven't seen each other in four days...

Derek: I didn't know you could be quiet for that long, it was actually kind of amazing.

Stiles: Derek, did you——DUDE, DID YOU WATCH ME SLEEPING?!

In what universe is Stiles Stilinski going to make it into the FBI??? What was JD thinking?? He may as well have sent Stiles to work at NASA.

unless noah stilinski and rafael mccall colluded and/or stiles is going into a career dealing with the supernatural on behast of the us government the only way stiles is getting into the fbi is quite frankly

I can confidently say that there is no way in hell that Stiles would get past that background check. Once they started looking at his history they'd ask A LOT of questions. Why did you randomly leave the country for Mexico? Was it drugs? Crime? What proof do you have that it was harmless?

This doesn't even take into account that during the background check one of the things we are required to do is canvas your neighbors and see what they say about you. Why was a grown man wanted for murder climbing in your window? Your neighbors swear that they saw you get taken away to a mental hospital. Please explain. They'd interview at least two people who know him but aren't related. So their lies better match or else.

Eichen house would be given paperwork asking if he was even able to do the job he applied for.

However the multiple people saying that they saw him at the hospital with those scary ninjas attacking folks? Or the number of people who would tell them ALL the times that he's been seen suspiciously at a crime scene? Yeah that shit might trigger some alarms that could then lead to the government requesting that his juvenile documents be unsealed.

Derek: You’re trespassing on my property. Get outta my yard.

Stiles: Daddy, chill.

Derek:

Scott:

Derek:

He had meant to call Scott, really, but Derek had been his most recent call (a business meeting, really, Derek briefly talked about his dad from work and Stiles rambled about anything and everything until his shift had started).

So it was an accident that Derek was called. And it was an accident that he heard the guy demean and belittle Stiles in a cheap ploy to back him into the utility closet bathroom. Stiles feels trapped. He’s looking in every direction for a familiar face but he’s so drunk and he can’t recognize anyone, not even the bartenders. He starts to doubt if he’s really at his regular bar.

The guys meaty paw lands on his shoulder and he’s talking a mile a minute. He’s so fucking scared right now, but trying to pretend he’s not.

The guy doesn’t get much further than that because somehow, sometime between his babbling cries and pleas, Derek made it just in time. Stiles is pretty sure he burst into tears at the sight of that beautifully scowling face as he physically removes the hand from Stiles and bends it back until the guy is pathetically bleating about how he was just joking, he wouldn’t have actually done that, that’s not the kind of guy he is and how dare Derek accuse him as such. Stiles doesn’t know, he’s crying now, throwing himself at Derek who wordlessly gathers the lanky body to his and drags him outside.

The air outside is cool. It’s a balm to Stiles who is pretty sure he’s overheating. He takes in a gasp of air in between thank-you’s and apologies and thank-gods.

Derek is silent through the words, just dragging Stiles to the sensible SUV he got years ago.

“How did you know?” Stiles blubbers.

“You called, I came,” Derek replied. Stiles cries harder because it was so thoughtful and he just loves him so much. And then he realizes he just said that out loud. Derek’s knuckles go white on the steering wheel but he remains silent. The radio isn’t even playing. The car is filled with the sounds of Stiles’ hiccuping breaths and shuddering sobs. He’s so fucking wasted. He just wants to go home.

“That’s where we’re going,” Derek replies.

“I’m sorry,” Stiles replied. “I’m drunk, you can ignore me and we can go back to being normal and you can go back to hating me and I’ll go back to being unhappily single and it will all be fine and we’ll just be friends.”

“What…” Derek licked his lips nervously. “What if I don’t want that?”

“You don’t want to be friends?” Stiles sobs. He fucking ruined everything. Him and his big fucking mouth and his alcohol intolerance.