so i’ve seen things here and there about other adults as campers and,,,,,, i have no self control

i didn’t do david and jasper for obvious reasons, and daniel bc he’s just a recolor (i did jen bc gwen didn’t have a camper design)

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( 1/2 ) Well I don't think he lost his toe at all, and since he can walk just fine everyone else knows that too. But I also think the reason he goes over the top with the story is because it ALMOST happened and it freaked Derek out, and Stiles didn't like that. He worries for Derek, okay? Stiles came to save Derek so of course Derek will think it's HIS fault, and this was not Derek's fault, and Stiles' fine!

( 2/2 ) So now he keeps it from getting too serious by painting Derek as the damsel in distress, which causes Derek to banter back by exaggerating in the other direction, and so it goes. He probably DID have to help Stiles out of there, and it scared Derek. This is how they deal with it. Stiles, successfully, distracts Derek from feeling guilty for what happened.

God, Derek would internalize the hell out of it if Stiles were seriously hurt. That boy does not need any more guilt on his shoulders.

And this makes me wonder about what would have gone down after the rescue. Derek setting Stiles down against a wall somewhere, crouching in front of him, trying to look cool and unaffected but his hands can’t shake off this barely-there tremor, and somehow Stiles is the one to calm down first, swallowing down the burn of his wound, grabbing Derek’s hand and gripping it and forcing out “it’s alright, man. I’m alright, I don’t think it’s bad.” And his voice is too tight because grazed or not he was freaking shot and this really hurts ok but his words seem to calm Derek down, slightly. He lets out a shaky breath, free hand moving over Stiles’ hip and his side, compulsively checking for other injuries he knows perfectly well aren’t there.

Stiles snorts, rolling his eyes and lifting his own free hand to touch Derek’s shoulder.

“Hey, you’re the one who got really shot.” Twice, actually. Once while his body had been shielding Stiles. There’d been too many people there, fire raining out in all directions. Stiles was lucky as hell he’d only been grazed and they both know it.

Derek shrugs off Stiles’ hand as he tugs to check under the edge of his jacket.

“Already healed.” Stiles isn’t sure about that, but he doesn’t push it. If it’s not true, it’s close enough –– the bullets hadn’t hit anything vital, and Derek doesn’t seem to need someone looking after him right now. The tension in his body and the wideness of his eyes are all telling Stiles that helping someone else is what he needs to get better.

So he snorts faintly and waves over his booted foot, leaning forward to hide his face in their close-pressed forearms as Derek’s hand goes down to carefully unlace it.

“Alright, first aid me up. But I’m warning you, if they blew off my toe I’m gonna pass out on you right here.”

The snort of laughter distracts Stiles from the sting as Derek slides off his boot.


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