love drunk [2] ⇻ stiles stilinski

ii. tattoo

[ start of tattoo part two ]

  ELEANOR WAS LAID down on Stiles' bed on her back, staring dully at him as he read from a laptop on his desk. She had walked to his house earlier that morning to catch a ride for school; that and she couldn't seem to be apart from him all that long. She had missed him too much.

However, she had not missed him obsessing over small details like he had been for the past twenty minutes. Sheriff Stilinski was stood at the door, his eyebrows raised as his son began to read off yet another fact, causing a groan of dissatisfaction to fall from Eleanor's lips.

  "You know how many deer related car accidents there were last year? Two hundred and forty seven thousand!"

  Sheriff winced and shook his head. "Oh god, please just go to school."

  Stiles merely ignored his father's plead, his eyes contempt on the keyboard in front of him as he squinted and sighed. "But that's crossing the road. This one came right through the middle."

  "I'm not gonna beg you."

  "Okay good, I'm impervious to your influence anyway." He pursed his lips and leaned closer to the screen.

  Eleanor cocked her head forward, scoffing at his words as she stood up from the duvet she was sat upon, moving to stand next to Sheriff as they looked over Stiles' shoulder.

  "You know, he might consider a bribe?"

  Stiles gave her a pointed look. "He couldn't meet my price."

  "Extortion?"

  "You got nothing on me." He continued, leaning back in his chair, smirking to himself as he searched the internet for what he was looking for.

  "Yeah." Sheriff sighed, crossing his arms over his chest as he turned to Eleanor.

  They shared a look and Eleanor nodded, knowing the easiest way of getting him away from researching and to school. She gripped the back of Stiles' desk chair, slowly beginning to pull him away from the computer.

  Stiles glanced behind him, leaning toward the computer as his eyes widened. "Nora? What are you doing? Eleanor - Elle - What -"

He stopped as soon as he hit the floor. Stiles let out a groan of pain, rolling to lie on his back to look up at Eleanor as his father laughed, kissing her forehead before walking out of the room. Stiles narrowed his eyes at the brunette and huffed, pulling himself up and to his feet, taking his backpack from Eleanor's hands.