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5 pages, ebook
First published March 10, 2015
Eyebrows really shouldn’t be that attractive.
Like, fetish-level attractive.
Stiles does not have an eyebrow fetish.
Or a leather jacket fetish.
Or a serial killer fetish.
Or any kind of Derek Hale fetish at all.
“Um,” Scott says, frowning at Stiles’s notebook one afternoon as they’re studying. “What’s a right three-quarter quirk with an upward twist?”
“Nothing,” Stiles says, snatching his notebook back, but he’s pretty sure it translates as: I want to bite off the faces of all my enemies and dance in a rain of their blood. Or possibly: Stop staring at me, Stiles.
He'd looked vulnerable. He'd looked scared, sure, but mostly he'd looked resigned, like of course he knew nobody would bother save him in the end. It's probably the most heartbreaking fucking thing Stiles has ever seen.
Stiles totally has a fearboner. He'll study that more closely later. For science.