I will probably die of glee if it turns out that born werewolves measure out their lives on their wolf side and Derek’s only…seven or eight years old.
I don’t even want to wait for season three. I want fic where Stiles and Derek get together and everyone is freaking out about the age difference. And then this exchange happens:
Scott: He’s way older than us! Like, this is statutory stuff right here.
Stiles: Oh come on, he’s only…Derek, when were you born?
Stiles: No, seriously, what year were you born?
Stiles: Okay, so that…wait, what?
Scott: Do you mean 1984?
Derek: Born werewolves age differently.
Stiles: Oh my god.
Derek: It’s not a big deal.
Stiles: Oh my god, I’m the pervert.
Scott: This is FBI-flagging shit right here.