“For those of you who just transferred into this class or simply decided that day one wasn’t important enough to attend, I’m Professor Hale. Welcome to English 346, The American Novel.”
Stiles is pretty sure his mouth is hanging open right now and that his eyes are wide with shock, because holy fuck, he thinks he knows why his students transferred. Hell, if he was still an undergrad, he probably would have transferred, too.
(Or: In which Stiles is a Biology professor and Derek thinks he’s a student.)
jesus christ, tony with his “when i drift off, i’ll think of you… it’s always you,” just fucking out-romantiqued every romantic tragedy made in the last 100 years??? the notebook who????? the fault in our stars what???????
Kismet and Chaos 