…And then one day Derek decides to take a nap on Stiles.
“Um.” Stiles says. “That’s nice. Yeah.”
By the time the words are out, Derek’s breathing is slow and even and Stiles is really not sure what’s the best course of actions from there.
“Scott.” He calls out, quietly, because Scott’s just outside the house and he’ll hear him with his supercool werewolfey hearing. He has to. “Scott, buddy, help. There’s Derek in my lap and I think he’s sleeping and he still looks like he’s planning to murder me. I don’t know what to do with this.”
Stiles fully expects Derek to wake up, but no. No one’s waking up and no one’s coming to save him either, he figures about 10 minutes and several considerably louder cries for help later.
I was just gonna try and figure out a cartoony style for them so I don’t have to reference them every time. Yeah, that went well.
Oh no it really didn’t.