I was channel surfing the other day and shark boy and lava girl came on and i left it on because nostalgia and i started laughing so hard during taylor laughtner’s musical number that my dad came in to check on me because he thought i was dying.
I'm about to run a half marathon in 1 month, and I've been training for 5 months and yesterday I broke my ankle. Could I have some doctor!derek and nurse!stiles fluff to cheer me up?
[Wow that really sucks, hopefully there are more marathons in your future after your ankle is healed! Um, this isn’t quite your prompt, but there is Derek being nurse-like, and I hope you feel better.]
Stiles jabs the button on the remote control once more, frowning when the channel doesn’t change. “Really?” he mutters, pulling out the panel for the batteries in the back. The thing decides to die today, of all days. Stiles hobbles up from the couch, the cast on his ankle dragging on the carpet and he winces at the slight ache of pain.
This sucks. This really sucks; it’s summer and Scott and everyone he knows is out at lacrosse practice or doing fun things that Stiles, too, wanted to do except on the first day of practice he had to go and injure himself attempting to save a goal.
Now he’s just stuck in his house and reduced to changing the TV channel by hand. Which is an unfortunate ten feet away from the comfortable blanket nest he just made on the couch. Ugh.
The doorbell rings, and Stiles scowls at it until he remembers his dad told him he was going to have one of his deputies check on him since he was out of town working a case in Beacon Heights.
“Hang on, I’ve only got one good ankle here,” Stiles yells, ignoring the crutches next to the couch and ambling over to the front door, putting all the weight on his good leg. He yanks the door open, expecting Deputy Graehme or Haige, but its not either one of those.
Deputy Derek Hale is standing on his porch, still in his uniform, looking unfairly gorgeous, holding a bag of groceries. “Hey, Stiles,” Derek says. “Your dad asked me to check on you?”
I’ve always wondered how exactly Netflix goes about placing ‘suggestions’ in categories because I swear some of the things don’t add up at all. A ‘top picks’ list has majority of the Star Trek series, a show about secrets of Great British castles, a few sitcoms from the 90s and then all of the sudden – Cowboys vs. Dinosaurs. I was honestly on board with absolutely everything until that showed up. It seems to be relatively reminiscent of Sharknado and those terrible Mega Shark movies. What kind of guy does this computer algorithm think I am? I demand a recount.