OMG. I love this. THIS SONG.
'Cause I'm not leaving you anymore
so Derek’s had a long week okay and he’s tired, pulls his shirt over his head the moment the door to the loft slides shut, rubbing at the soft hair just below his belly button, unzipping his jeans and leaving them trailing behind on his way to the shower
he runs the water scorching hot, as hot as he can stand it, stepping out of the bathroom with a cloud of steam billowing around him, fiddling with the white towel around his hips
walks up to the bedroom and sighs at the sight of his bed, made up with clean sheets and Derek’s gonna fall into that and not leave for 12 hours and it’s gonna be great
he’s rubbing some of the moisturiser Lydia got him for Christmas into his beard when the door slams open downstairs, and he can hear two idiots kicking their shoes off and dropping all their lacrosse shit on the floor, twin shouts of ‘Derek’ ringing loud through the cavernous space of the loft
He had one foot out on the roof and the other in Stiles’ room and he just needed to know… “If you were in my position, what would you do?” Derek asked.
“I would choose you.”
“I would choose you every single time.” He crossed to the window and put his hands on Derek’s face and kissed him softly. “Now go.”
FIC WHERE THEY KNOW EACH OTHER BUT THEY DON’T KNOW THEY KNOW EACH OTHER (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
- my friend can’t stop talking about how they want to set me up with their other friend so we start texting each other and they’re hilarious but shy about meeting and ALSO there’s a cute bike…
The crowd goes wild. Honey, we’re home. The credits roll.
THEN THERE’S THESE ADORABLE FUCKERS
you desired my attention
but denied my affections
the 16th: for dlangdons [derek x stiles, ‘white blank page’ by mumford & sons] (x)