[ the thing about stiles stilinski's circle of friends is that every single one of them is hellaciously talented (well, except stiles) and hellaciously convincing. (stiles is good at that one.) in this case, said convincing is because of one allison argent, scott's ex and isaac's girlfriend, who's hosting a video project. supposedly, and she needs volunteers.
so here stiles sits, in a nice warehouse with a gray backdrop up behind him. he's dressed in a flannel and a graphic t-shirt, he was attacked by a makeup girl with a powder puff, his pants have a hole in them, and allison tells him he's going to be kissing a stranger.
what.
she just gives him that sweet, dimpled smile (damn dimples--stiles thinks people with dimples are secretly evil) and clears her throat, then steps out from behind the camera. just pretend i'm not here! as she stands beside isaac, who looks unabashedly amused beside her. great, awesome. but stiles doesn't have much time to get irritated at isaac making fun of him because apparently, the stranger he's going to be kissing walks into the room. stiles has to stop and do a double take, because he should apparently be thanking allison. he's about stiles' height, maybe a little taller, but the similarities end there--the dude has thick stubble and cheekbones you could cut glass with, and is so absurdly in shape stiles thinks he could almost spot an eight pack through his soft looking henley. aside from that, the dude's got these eyes as he gets closer, and stiles vaguely feels his brain dribble out of his ears as allison introduces him as derek.
and, because he's stiles, he cracks-- ] So do we start kissing now, or...
[ it's a little awkward and he just kind of steps closer, waving awkwardly. ] Stiles. [ ...wait. ] That's my name.
starting with sterek uwu
so here stiles sits, in a nice warehouse with a gray backdrop up behind him. he's dressed in a flannel and a graphic t-shirt, he was attacked by a makeup girl with a powder puff, his pants have a hole in them, and allison tells him he's going to be kissing a stranger.
what.
she just gives him that sweet, dimpled smile (damn dimples--stiles thinks people with dimples are secretly evil) and clears her throat, then steps out from behind the camera. just pretend i'm not here! as she stands beside isaac, who looks unabashedly amused beside her. great, awesome. but stiles doesn't have much time to get irritated at isaac making fun of him because apparently, the stranger he's going to be kissing walks into the room. stiles has to stop and do a double take, because he should apparently be thanking allison. he's about stiles' height, maybe a little taller, but the similarities end there--the dude has thick stubble and cheekbones you could cut glass with, and is so absurdly in shape stiles thinks he could almost spot an eight pack through his soft looking henley. aside from that, the dude's got these eyes as he gets closer, and stiles vaguely feels his brain dribble out of his ears as allison introduces him as derek.
and, because he's stiles, he cracks-- ] So do we start kissing now, or...
[ it's a little awkward and he just kind of steps closer, waving awkwardly. ] Stiles. [ ...wait. ] That's my name.