(Source: misspoisonivy)
Hey, guess what? I have feelings.
About the last one. Let’s talk about that glare. Because I think that glare is a lot of things. That’s immediately after Stiles says that was awesome so first and foremost it’s no, actually, that was 24+ hours of pain and terror.
But I also think that this is the first time that Stiles was scary. Creeping under your skin and nestling where he’s no business being scary. You see it again later, in the jeep, when he skips the lacrosse game without complaining about it. Derek gets this look, like who are you and how did you get into my life and why don’t you act like other people, but I think this was the first time it happened.
The greatest thing about these moments is that it’s just Stiles being Stiles. He was genuinely pleased that everything went well. And it wasn’t for himself this time - that flood of relief came the moment Scott walked in with the bullet and Stiles was off the hook for the totally not awesome amputation plan - this time it was all about Derek.
In Beacon Hills, a town full of the kind of bad memories that get their filmy residue all over the good ones, where everyone else looks at him with pity or fear or murderous intent (or some combination of the three, and then there’s the worst one - that smile, lurking behind the scope of a gun), and the only other werewolves are either comatose or Scott well-maybe-that’s-not-such-a-bad-thing McCall, Derek looks up to find this asshole grinning just because he’s alive.
He shuts that shit down with a Derek Hale Death Glare™ but he can still smell Stiles’ hands on his skin. Stiles isn’t invited to the hospital to see Peter because he’s too full of question marks, but later, Derek’s listening to the house settle as he tries to fall asleep with his fingers tapping idly against the skin above his heart, and he finds that he’s drumming out the dips and swells of Stiles’ pulse that mean I’m glad you didn’t die, like it’s a song he can’t get out of his head.
(Source: -andrews)
(Source: sexpestsykes)
