Stiles and Scott crying over the thought of losing each other.
stiles stilinski back/shoulders appreciation post (3x17)
- sterek shippers: I hope there's sterek in the next episode
- what people hear: I hope derek and stiles make out and proclaim their undying love for each other
- what sterek shippers actually mean: I hope stiles and derek are in the same room together
Name the nine members of the Wu-Tang Clan.
There are nine members of the Wu-Tang Clan? I can name negative three
Scott and Derek visit Stiles at the hospital. Scott leaves the room, but Derek hangs behind.
"So, what, are you gonna kill me now and just take care of the problem while Scott isn’t around to suggest otherwise?" Stiles says, his words drowning in sarcasm as he shifts positions in his hospital bed.
Derek approaches the bed, his hands in the pockets of his jacket, and looks down for a moment before lifting his gaze to meet Stiles’. He finds two warm brown eyes gazing back at him, pupils wide and profound. Derek can smell the fear on Stiles, but it’s not fear of Derek. Before him sits a human terrified of his own existence, of the world around him, of himself, a human who’s lost all sense of solace and safety. Stiles gazes back at him, brown eyes full of terror, but also full of beckoning.
"I just wanted to ask if you were okay," Derek says calmly, his gaze returning to the floor.
Dumbfounded, Stiles sits with his mouth open for several moments before realizing what Derek had actually asked him, suddenly remembering to nod his head in jerky movements. ”Yeah—" he squeaks out, quickly clearing his throat and continuing in what he hopes to be a normal tone. "Yeahhhh, I think I’m good."
A hint of a smile forms on Derek’s face but he turns away before Stiles can see it widen, completely embarrassed because he knows Stiles would give him shit for it. The grin remains as he leaves Stiles behind in the room, but when he rounds the corner it immediately drops.
Scott is leaning against the wall outside, waiting for him with an inquisitive expression on his face. “What the hell was that? And why are you smiling?" Scott adds in feigned disgust.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Derek offers cooly as he walks briskly past McCall, hands returning to the comfort of his jacket pockets.
Scott looks back in the direction of the hospital room and grins, hurrying forward to catch up with the beet-red werewolf.
"Let the truth be told from young souls that become old
From days spent in the jungle, where must one go
To find it, time is real, we can’t rewind it
Out of everybody I met, who told the truth? Time did …”
The verdict came in and they said I was guilty.
I looked at the judge, ‘Hey, America built me.’