Spoiler: there was supposed to be a third scene in this animation, but, uh, it was the in shower, and somehow it wasn’t as hilarious as I thought it’d be. XD
i know you care; for the wolf with the armored heart and the redheaded girl who pierced it {for my princess} [ l i s t e n ]
oh lord, i’m begging you please don’t take this sinner from me
01.overjoyed – bastille // 02. i know you care – ellie goulding // 03.the devil’s backbone – the civil wars // 04.kiss that grrrl – kate nash // 05.whatever you like (cover) – anya marina // 06. starring role – marina and the diamonds // 07.your kisses – daughter // 08.radio – lana del rey // 09. proof – paramore
Imagine drunk Stiles getting really cuddly, snuggling up to Derek, burying his face in the curve of Derek’s neck and humming with delight. Derek’s frozen in shock, scared to move in case he upsets Stiles or leads him on, but also really happy to have him there.
Next we take a minute to showcase Laura in her element: whether that’s kicking ass and taking names like a BAMF or taking care of her pack like the overprotective big sister she will always be is up to you! Either way, let her show off her leadership skills!
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Stiles couldn’t chain
up their werepup for a full moon, so he comes up with the ingenious idea to tape
a plush toy to a remote control car and drive it around the lounge room until
the little one tires himself out.
Derek was not prepared for what he saw when he walked
through the front door. His keys jingled as he fitted them into the lock and
unlocked the front door, pushing the door open and dragging his feet inside.
The first thing that struck him was the sound of snarling and yapping – normal sounds
to hear from a werepup on a full moon – but the other sound he heard confused
him: a high-pitched whir of a small engine.
Derek’s brows furrowed in confusion as he dropped his keys
on the hallway table and made his way into the lounge room.
What he saw astounded him. There was a flash of movement as
a remote-controlled car drove around the corner of the couch, circling the armchair
before driving back into the centre of the room.
Their son chased after in. It wasn’t as intimidating or
predatory as it was adorable. Derek watched the two-year-old scramble across
the floor on his hands and knees, his eyes lit up with a golden glow as he
snarled, yapped, growled, and chased after his ‘prey’.
Derek took a step closer, looking at the remote-controlled
car.
He fought a burst of laughter as he noticed his son’s
favourite toy – a plush grey-and-white wolf – duct-taped to the roof of the
car.
Derek bit into his lip to stop himself from laughing,
stepping over to the back of the couch where Stiles sat, legs crossed and the remote
control in his hands.
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