[ ever. derek answers fast, tapping his thumbs against his phone so unnecessarily heavily that they feel actively uncomfortable. it's good, knowing that stiles thinks about this sort of thing too. he isn't exactly saying yeah, one day we're going to have kids and tax breaks and a white picket fence around our werewolf den that you probably set up super far from civilization, completely disregarding our kid's needs to stay in one of the more decent school districts, but he thinks stiles is closer to that than not. that's the vibe he's getting.
which is a much better vibe than, you know. the vibe that he's barrelling towards a sudden surprise breakup, or whatever. ]
I think about us a lot. Details change. Sometimes it works out in my head. Sometimes it doesn't. But.
[ but it always comes back to that same point - he doesn't want this to end. derek rolls onto his side, his shoulderblades starting to hurt from laying directly on the floor. his sleeves are riding up his wrists a little, so he flaps them back down with a shake of his arms, typing on his phone through the fabric. it's slippery and kind of complicated, but he just. likes the warmth. likes being cozy. ]
I want you to be my last one. Tired of getting my heart broken. If it doesn't work out, then. That's okay. You deserve the fucking world, Stilinski. If I'm not a part of giving you that, one day, then - fine, as long as you find someone who can be. But.
I don't know. I know I'm not going to grow old. I don't think anybody in my family has ever grown old. But I'd like to grow as old with you as I can.
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[ ever. derek answers fast, tapping his thumbs against his phone so unnecessarily heavily that they feel actively uncomfortable. it's good, knowing that stiles thinks about this sort of thing too. he isn't exactly saying yeah, one day we're going to have kids and tax breaks and a white picket fence around our werewolf den that you probably set up super far from civilization, completely disregarding our kid's needs to stay in one of the more decent school districts, but he thinks stiles is closer to that than not. that's the vibe he's getting.
which is a much better vibe than, you know. the vibe that he's barrelling towards a sudden surprise breakup, or whatever. ]
I think about us a lot.
Details change. Sometimes it works out in my head. Sometimes it doesn't.
But.
[ but it always comes back to that same point - he doesn't want this to end. derek rolls onto his side, his shoulderblades starting to hurt from laying directly on the floor. his sleeves are riding up his wrists a little, so he flaps them back down with a shake of his arms, typing on his phone through the fabric. it's slippery and kind of complicated, but he just. likes the warmth. likes being cozy. ]
I want you to be my last one.
Tired of getting my heart broken.
If it doesn't work out, then. That's okay. You deserve the fucking world, Stilinski. If I'm not a part of giving you that, one day, then - fine, as long as you find someone who can be.
But.
I don't know. I know I'm not going to grow old. I don't think anybody in my family has ever grown old.
But I'd like to grow as old with you as I can.