(( continuation to this ))
Stiles doesn’t even need to go look for him. As soon as he rushes outside once class has ended, after seeing Derek standing in the parking lot through the window; he spots Derek coming towards him from under the bridge. His eyes are locked on him, which immediately erases any thoughts of Derek looking for Scott rather than him right out of Stiles’ head.
“What are you doing here?” He asks, bouncing down the stairs, not caring about the distance or people between them. He knows Derek can hear him.
“I need your help,” Derek replies firmly, walking to meet him.
Stiles stops at the foot of the stairs, frowning curiously as Derek approaches.
“You okay?”
It’s not the first time he’s asked Derek that, but in the past it had always required the werewolf to be in evident pain or a death-threatening situation. Blood was almost always included. It’s not this time though. Derek looks fine; isn’t bleeding or appears to be in any kind of physical pain.
But there’s something in his eyes. Stiles sees it even before Derek steps out of the shadow from under the bridge and drops his troubled gaze from Stiles.
“No,” he admits.
holy freaking amazing gifs skills O_O
WOW
so if you take stiles and derek and leave the actual dialogue from the show, it becomes a story about two horny gay dudes with some kinky stuff going on in their relationship
and then:
THESE ARMS ARE NOT OKAY
you don’t trust me, i don’t trust you..
