Sterek week: Friday: Sterek AU
"But I didn’t," he shrugs, reaching the bottom of the stairs and continues to slowly cross the floor to where Stiles is pacing. "Besides, it’s not the first time."
Stiles scoffs. “And it won’t be the last, right?”
Derek frowns, steps slowing down as he approaches. Stiles steps backwards in sync, maintaining a certain distance between them. Derek stops, confused, watching Stiles move around the loft with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. First then does Derek catch the stench of distress and anger filling the air.
"What—” He begins, but is cut off.
"You’re unbelievable, you know that? Do you possess some level of self-worth at all?" Stiles stares at him from across the room, chest heaving, eyes glazed with emotion but his voice spits venom. "How many times will you run head first into danger, like you’re the pack’s human shield or some shit?"
"Not human," is Derek’s automatic reply, which apparently is the wrong thing to say because the next second Stiles is stalking towards him with fire in his eyes.
"I’m sick of your furry excuses!" He exclaims. "I’m sick of hearing you and Scott talk as if you got every reason to sacrifice yourselves because of your damn healing." Derek doesn’t realizes he’s taken a step back until his back hits the pillar behind him. Stiles walks right up to his face, close enough to feel the heat of his breath as he keeps yelling. "Like it’s a reason for you to take bullets that were meant for me."
His breath is ragged once he stops, his chest heaving. Derek’s gaze darts between Stiles’ eyes, wide and so close. Stiles ducks his head down, swallowing as if he’s trying to calm himself. Derek doesn’t move, too overwhelmed by Stiles’ outburst. Because it means something; it means so much, and his chest tightens when trying to figure out what.
When Stiles lifts his head back up, the anger has been replaced by pure concern, and it hits all of Derek’s senses so hard his breath hitches, nostrils flaring.
"You’re not monsters," Stiles says lowly. "You’re people. The claws don’t change that.”
…now that you think about it…
Never can just scroll by this.
No fucking way.
we’ve both been through it. we’ll just go through the rest of it together.
so if you’re gonna do this then i think you’re just gonna have to take me with you
Solar Road Trip
"Mom! Earth threw a satellite at me!!" said all the other planets.
"Mom," Pluto wailed, "Earth is saying I’m not a real planet again!"
this is cute.
poor pluto :(
you’ll always be real
I love how our entire generation all take Pluto not being an official planet anymore as a personal insult
depression is when you don’t really care about anything
anxiety is when you care too much about everything
and having both is just like whatHaving both is staying in bed because you don’t want to go to school and then panicking because you don’t want to fail. Having both is wanting to go see your friends so you don’t lose them all, then staying home in bed because you don’t want to make the effort. Having both is insanely hard and sucks to deal with.
They’re R U N N E R S . They look for a w a y o u t .