Talk to me about Stiles being torn between getting Scott’s because Scott is his brother and his pack, Derek’s because imagine Derek seeing his family’s symbol on his mate’s skin, or getting one of his own.
Stiles going to the tattoo parlor with Lydia, both of them…
“The one I can’t imagine anyone taking seriously, but
was one of my favorites, was the mesh football jersey top, paired with a
really short pair of athletic shorts. I actually switched this costume
to another day, because I wanted full belly exposure when I was sitting
on the couch. [laughs] I wanted to see how high I could get that shirt
up.” – Tyler Hoechlin
You know what I love? Redemptive story arcs. I love characters who fuck up. Who know they’ve fucked up, and it’s not because of something they couldn’t control or didn’t know – it’s because of their own choices. And I love it when they are brave enough to stand up and say “I was wrong”, and then they spend forever trying to undo what they did. To me that’s more important than heroes who never screw up, because I’m not perfect, so when I screw up and need the courage to admit it, I need people to look to who did the same thing.
hey beautiful, thanks for being so patient and for the heart ❤ ❤ as promised, here’s your original prompt with a nice little addition – thanks to you, of course 😉
that james dean daydream
“Oh my God, Scott, hold me, I think I’m about to faint,” Stiles wheezes, gripping the doorframe.
Scott gives an amused snort. “How do you propose I hold you, dumbass? We’re on the phone.”
“Oh right,” Stiles falters. He blinks at the ground, dazed by the sight in front of him. He’s confused for only a second before he remembers the conversation he’d had with Lydia a few weeks ago about the school inviting Derek Hale, esteemed werewolf activist, to talk to the students.
The same Derek Hale that’s sitting not ten feet away from him in the Teachers’ Lounge, talking quietly with Lydia.
“Scott, he’s just so pretty,” Stiles whispers as he tries to stare at literally anything else in the room but at the werewolf.
Jesus almighty, he’s wearing an incredibly soft-looking gray sweater and dark wash jeans that look like they’re practically painted on. Stiles freezes where he stands, Scott’s voice just falling away, as he tries to memorize every detail of the beautiful man in front of him.
He’s only ever seen Derek Hale on TV, during his various appearances on CNN and late night talk shows about the work he and Laura Hale are doing to fight the right-wing activists who’re against werewolves being integrated into modern society.
Seriously, Derek Hale on-TV does no justice to Derek Hale in-person because Derek Hale in-person is one breathtaking specimen. That artful stubble, those sparkling unicorn eyes, those thick brows, and hngh, that hair—it’s just so…
“Fluffy,” Stiles breathes. Maybe a little too loudly because Lydia and Derek pause their conversation and look over at him, Lydia giving him a knowing smirk and Derek looking at him with curiosity-laden eyes.
Holy shit, he’s not ready for the full-frontal assault of Derek’s face on him. Stiles coughs, jerking back at the attention and accidentally drops his phone before flailing like a maniac trying to catch it.
“Hey Stiles,” Lydia says, dragging out the hey.
“What’s a Stiles?” Derek asks and wow, that voice totally did not go straight to his dick.
“I’m a Stiles,” he says, unthinking. “I – I mean my name, that is. It’s Stiles! Stiles Stilinski.”
“Stiles Stilinski?” Derek quirks a brow at him, lips twitching up.
“It’s a long story,” Stiles mumbles, flushed.
Derek grins, all-teeth, obviously finding Stiles’s awkwardness very amusing. And woah – that smile. Derek Hale has fucking adorable bunny teeth. It’s not until Lydia starts laughing that Stiles realizes—holy crap he totally said that out loud.
Derek’s been running and hopes he can find sanctuary in the Stilinski Pack’s territory. The Alpha isn’t the strong sheriff he thought he was, but a sarcastic awkward teenager that Derek finds he kinda hates.
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