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paraboobizarreTitle: #2
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating: G
Pairing: Stiles/Derek (implied)
“I can't believe I let you drag me to this party,” Derek growls as they push through the throngs of people. Scott smiles unconvincingly, frantically scanning the room for any familiar faces. Lydia, Alison...hell, he'd even be glad to see Jackson right about now!
A blinding flash of red and green whizzes past him.
“You're standing under the mistletoe,” Stiles announces cheerfully, bouncing to a halt right in front of Derek. There is a mistletoe dangling over his head where he has pinned it in place with a hairband. The contraption's blinking merrily.
“Pucker up, sour puss!”
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Rating: G
Pairing: Stiles/Derek (implied)
“I can't believe I let you drag me to this party,” Derek growls as they push through the throngs of people. Scott smiles unconvincingly, frantically scanning the room for any familiar faces. Lydia, Alison...hell, he'd even be glad to see Jackson right about now!
A blinding flash of red and green whizzes past him.
“You're standing under the mistletoe,” Stiles announces cheerfully, bouncing to a halt right in front of Derek. There is a mistletoe dangling over his head where he has pinned it in place with a hairband. The contraption's blinking merrily.
“Pucker up, sour puss!”
