punk scott and punk stiles say hiiiii
or fuck off, depending on who you’re looking at

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punk scott and punk stiles say hiiiii
or fuck off, depending on who you’re looking at
so uh okay I’m just gonna say that lc and I are losing our minds over his HAIR HERE because look at that, look at it, did you look???
THAT IS PUNKSCOTT’S HAIR. it’s difficult to tell if the sides and back are gelled down or actually have been cut shorter but LOOK AT THAT FUCKIN FRONT FLOOF. all it needs is a different color on that part and it would be fuckin exact. it’s even over the correct side/eye jfkdjfklsjdfklsjfljsdl
ps: also I totally JUST had someone braiding little braids in his hair in another verse and now he has a tiny beaded-maybe-braid in his
I can’t handle this shit what is happeningggg
pss: I still miss his nose ring though k byeeee
Stiles is gonna give that bar a good spin or two in place before he continues. "Well, I dunno if you remember, but I kind of remembered the other day. When I first signed, you told me you'd bet that in a few months, Once Bitten'd be my favorite of all the bands I've been in. Turns out, you were right. It is."
Squirm squirm!!
Then Scott falls silent, remembering just the thing Stiles mentions. A fond, touched smile inches its way across his face, but what he says is, "I'd hope so! You've been screwing the lead singer for years now."
Stiles is not apologizing for the fact that Scott has a very distracting shiny piece of jewelry in that nipple. He's just going to keep playing with it, smirking to himself now. "What, you're not even gonna ask what you were right about? Wow. WOW."
Scott is possibly a little squirmy.
"I'm right about so many things so I just assumed..." With as much somber dignity as he can manage, he adds, "you may tell me, though."
Here is Stiles, laying with his head on Scott's bare chest, the colored fringe of his flophawk spread all over Scott's skin. He's been playing with Scott's nipple piercing absentmindedly, half murmuring as if it makes any sense in context, "You know, I think I'm finally ready to admit you were right."
"Damn, it's about time," Scott replies instantly, apparently all too happy to go along with whatever context Stiles is in. It's difficult not to when someone is idly touching one's nipple, after all. Pleasantly distracting.
Well, if Scott's going to be like that, Stiles is just going to have to go submarining under the blankets, obviously.
ah, that’s better.
Okay, obviously next time I'll just start with the beej right away, jeez.
That’d probably be smart, yeah.
sleepy snicker
Holy FUCK, dude, you're so hot.
...you woke me up just for that?