[That's the first question of Tate's mouth, unfiltered and raw. He doesn't understand how a beta bond can be so great and yet Derek, who loves Stiles, hasn't secured it with him. But Derek admits that there are things that Stiles can't be for him and Tate wonders why this is one of those things - and doubles down on the notion that he could be, instead.
His eyes flick down to Derek's hands, unflinching when they squeeze into his shoulders. If anything, he seems to relax into the pain. It's his anchor, after all, and it ebbs away the tension in his bones. He leans forward against Derek's palms, and looks back up into his eyes. He describes the act of being pack so... convincing, that Tate's already on the hook. It pulls at his belly and he wants it so badly.
He's been so lonely. He's been so desperate. He doesn't want to be either of those things anymore.]
I want to be a beta. But only if because - you want me, not just because someone else doesn't want to be.
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[That's the first question of Tate's mouth, unfiltered and raw. He doesn't understand how a beta bond can be so great and yet Derek, who loves Stiles, hasn't secured it with him. But Derek admits that there are things that Stiles can't be for him and Tate wonders why this is one of those things - and doubles down on the notion that he could be, instead.
His eyes flick down to Derek's hands, unflinching when they squeeze into his shoulders. If anything, he seems to relax into the pain. It's his anchor, after all, and it ebbs away the tension in his bones. He leans forward against Derek's palms, and looks back up into his eyes. He describes the act of being pack so... convincing, that Tate's already on the hook. It pulls at his belly and he wants it so badly.
He's been so lonely. He's been so desperate. He doesn't want to be either of those things anymore.]
I want to be a beta. But only if because - you want me, not just because someone else doesn't want to be.