Even when half conscious, Jim can tell when Bones is the one taking care of him. There is something about Bones being close that rings in the air differently from anyone else. Jim could recognize Bones anywhere just from the way the air seems to shift to make room for him.
This is clearly Derek, Michael, and Brandon Hale. They were pretty much inseparable during their childhood and spend a ton of time avoiding Laura, Cora, and Nora because those three were vicious and scary.Â
They built a âBoys Onlyâ treehouse one summer because Laura had claimed the living room as a âGirls Onlyâ space and whenever they would come home from college the three of them would meet there and catch up.Â
Stiles actually went to college with Michael (who is painfully straight) and one summer he came to visit and Derek just about lost it when he pulled himself into the treehouse and saw a guy who looked like sex on a stick licking a popsicle and hanging out with Mike.
And you bet your ass Mike smelled the interest coming off his brother and teased him relentlessly about it.Â
And Derek thought that Stiles wasnât into him because Stiles grew up around werewolves and he learned how to mask his scent, but he did whine to Mike about how hot his older brother was.Â
You bet your ass Michael told everyone in the family that Stiles likes Derek, but he didnât tell Derek. The Hale family took bets that summer about when and how they would finally get together.Â
Brandon won the pot (645$). It was on the 4th of July, Stiles was eating yet another popsicle and Derek finally broke down and growled as Stiles put the entire thing into his mouth. He found them the next day in the treehouse and everyone had to stay away from it for almost a week before it stopped smelling like sex.Â
you think youre a loki stan? my dad turned off Thor 2 after loki fake died. I had to spoil the ending for him so he would finish it
picture a 64 year old man with the temperament and the looks of ron swanson watching the Thor: Ragnarok trailer completely blank faced, until Loki shows up and he smiles and says âMira! Ese es Lokiâ
Dâyou guys think that anytime someone questions anything about Suluâs flying capabilities he has a split second where everything goes red and the disembodied haunting voice of Christopher Pike comes drifting out of the fog to say, âIs the parking brake on?â
He woke with a pounding headache and more than one muscle aching with the cold of the cement floor upon which he laid. With an unsteady groan, he sat up, the room around him spinning dizzyingly until he closed his eyes again. He reached one trembling hand to the back of his head, where the pain was worst, and his fingers came away sticky with drying blood.
Somewhere in the distance, he found he could hear fighting of some sort. Snarls, animalistic and savage, filtered through the heavy wooden door a few feet to his right. He didnât know what they were, but he really, really hoped he wouldnât have to fight whatever it was to get out of here. Maybe whatever they were, they would kill each other off, or come close enough that he could just walk out.
Hey, he could always hope.
It didnât take long for the scuffling noises to disappear, drenching the room in utter silence for a few heart-pounding moments. He listened intently, almost to the point of actually trying to get up and get out when there was a shuddering THUD against the door. Whatever it was, it had hit hard enough to shake the door. He certainly didnât like the sound of that.
For better or worse, it did not take long for the latch on the door to splinter and give way to the brutal attack upon it. He scrambled back, head still spinning, as some kind of monster burst into the room, flanked by two others. He could hear yet more of them snarling and calling in the hall somewhere.
He looked up, trying to reconcile that he was about to die with the fact that he didnât even know who he was when his panicked gaze caught upon the pale blue eyes of the lead monster and something within him clicked.
Derek, his mind whispered.
âStiles, are you okay?â the creature – Derek – asked, sounding worried as his features melted into something more human, something familiar.
âStiles?â he echoed uncertainly, back pressed against the cold cement wall behind him. âMe?â
âYes, you,â Derek said softly, looking confused. âYou donât⌠shit. You donât remember, do you⌠he didnât even leave you that much.â
âWho?â he asked, not feeling any better to see even more of the creatures crowding into the room now. A vague sense of recognition fluttered at the rear of his mind, but no other names, no other memory.
âDeucalion,â Derek said, dismissing it in the next second as he knelt in front of Stiles. âYou really donât even remember your name?â
âNo,â Stiles said, cheeks flushing with heat at having to admit to it. âBut I do seem to remember yours. I remember you, Derek.â
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