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Hobrien at TV Guide yacht Comic Con 2014 (x)

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allmypointlessthoughts:

Dylan O’Brien at The Maze Runner Q&A


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allmypointlessthoughts:

Dylan O’Brien at The Maze Runner Q&A

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mamalaz:

Oh boys

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Just give us Derek. You don’t want him anyway. Haven’t you noticed what a downer he is? No sense of humour, poor conversationalist.

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zainclaw:

This one is for Billy. Stay strong!

Derek notices Stiles losing speed the moment they’re through the doors, but it’s not until Scott and Isaac rounds the first corner that the boy comes to a full stop. Derek halts, too, ready to spin around and snap; tell him to hurry, remind him that this a life-and-death situation, but his words die in his throat when catching the look on Stiles’ pale face.

"What is it?" He asks instead, because Stiles’ heart is pounding, bottom lip trembling, as if they’re already standing face to face with the monster of the month.

Stiles swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing. Derek can hear Scott and Isaac continue down the hallways, heading for Melissa. There’s a part of him that wants to run after them, to follow the pack, but the rest of him stays where he is, waiting for Stiles.

"I hate this hospital," he finally answers, voice quiet, like he’s ashamed to admit it.

Derek feels a lump emerge in his throat, because he knows why. This is where Stiles’ mother died, where he visited her till the night she stopped breathing. This is where his father undoubtedly ended up once or twice after a job. This is where countless of people have died thanks to all the shit they’ve been through over the last few years.

Pursing his lips, Derek takes a step closer, reaching out to slide his hand down Stiles’ arm to finally clasp his hand. He can hear Stiles’ heart jump, but the stench of his fear is fading, replaced by something warm and sweet that Derek tells himself to ponder later.

"Me too," he whispersremembering Peter’s old room and wheelchair, Cora lying sick in one of these beds with no way to cure her, sitting in the waiting room with Scottas he gently pulls Stiles along to where the two wolves disappeared.

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