"Oh my god, dude, look at your floppy hair!” Stiles swats Scott in the chest as Derek puts down drinks, cranes his head to see what they’re watching. Something heavy drops in his stomach, panic begins to spread through his veins.
"What is this?"
"I’m not sure," Scott scratches his chin, "We found a bunch of home movies when mom and I were clearing some stuff out, earlier. This must be, what? Twenty-thirteen?"
"Shit! This is prom night!" Stiles begins laughing raucously when he sees himself on the screen; hair insanely over-gelled and suit ever so slightly too big.
Derek straightens up, “Turn it off.”
"What?" Scott glances up at him, "No! Dude, you weren’t even there!"
"No, no, look," Stiles nudges his knee, gestures at the screen to where Derek’s sitting on the stairs, aggressively ignoring the camera Melissa’s pointing his way. "You look so scrawny," he teases, "I don’t even remember you being around that night."
"I don’t understand why we need to get ready, now,” Stiles grumbles, tossing a chip in his mouth as he stares blankly at the television.
"Because you need several hours to look remotely acceptable for public appearances," Derek snipes, stealing the chip bag and smirking as Stiles flips him off.
"You both need to get ready," Scott moans, trying to chivvy Stiles out of his arm chair. "I need everyone ready by six forty-five! It’s five to, now!"
"Babe!" Allison runs out of her bedroom in her dressing gown, and for a moment Scott tries to cover Stiles’ eyes, and then realises he hasn’t even looked up from where he’s glowering at Derek.
"Uh," he runs a hand through his hair, "You okay?"
"How black tie is the black tie, here? Do I need something that says future Mayor’s wife, or just like it’s Derek’s birthday again and he wants us all to go to a fancy restaurant and pretend we fit in?"
"You didn’t even try to fit in,” Derek cuts in crossly.
"Hey man, I wore a tux," Stiles points out.
"Yes," Derek’s mouth dries up a little at the memory, and then he scowls, "And, then proceeded to have a bread roll fight with Scott across the table."
the first avenger + quotes (companion piece to [x])
Apologies for the quality, my computer shit the bed last night so I’m stuck with paper and pencil
Also not drawn but I refuse to believe that Scott and Stiles didn’t slow motion fliff the money into the air like they were in a rap video for at least a LITTLE bit
Let’s hope these guys are wearing their brown pants.
Parrish looking at Lydia.