Sterek Long Distance AU (part one | part two).

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"Did you mean it?"

It’s the first thing that leaves Stiles’ mouth, once the tiny pixels of Derek’s screen make up his face. Cheeks all flushed and splotchy, the soft pink of his tongue darting out to lick his lips in that tell-tale nervous habit of Stiles.

"Mean what?" Derek replies, elbows bracing on his knees as he leans forward in his chair. His laptop is sitting on the smooth bedsheets of his mattress, a healthy distance away from his hands that keep curling into themselves because reaching out to touch is not an option. Instead he watches Stiles’ mouth screw in discontent at the way Derek’s eyes regard him teasingly. Like this is a game, just their normal banter.

But then Stiles’ brows furrow tight and his mouth sets in a pinched line, small grooves digging in at the corners.

"No," he says sharply, "you don’t get to do that." and Derek’s face takes on a stuttered loss of confusion. "You don’t get to make light of this, Derek, not when I do you even know what that message did to me? When you said that no, you don’t get to act like this is a joke.” his voice falters, cracks a little, for a moment letting all of that seventeen-year old vulnerability spill forth, all soft and breakable and so so young.

"Okay," Derek whispers, and it’s meant to come out stronger but god he can barely breathe, chest all tight and squeezing painfully around his ribs.

Stiles gives a slow nod, pupils blown wide. Runs his tongue along his bottom lip again, watches Derek’s mouth when Derek catches the movement with his eyes.

"So if I ask" he says and Derek says "Yes," and then "Just

"Will you come to prom with me?"

It’s said so softly, like Stiles is holding his breath too, but it sounds so loud in the still-quiet of Derek’s apartment, shatters through the staccato echo of his own breathing.

Yes,” and god it sounds like seven months of waiting and alone and relief in just that single word.

There’s a moment, where Stiles’ face doesn’t seem to register having heard Derek’s reply at all. He’s all crouched into the screen, breathing open and heavy.

"Wow," he breathes out, soft and reverent, like it’s the best thing that Stiles has ever been told. He laughs, a surprised burst from his mouth and he tries to smother it with his hand, long fingers tugging at the delicate skin of his face and distorting his features when he lets his hand drag away. "Wow," he says again, all teeth and stupid wide grin that makes Derek smile back, lips pulling back so hard it hurts.

"So you’re coming back, yeah?" Stiles says, "Just for prom, I know, but oh my god, Derek, you’re coming back.”

Derek nods, can’t seem to get that grin off of his own face, and he can’t seem to say anything in return. Because he’s afraid that if he does it might be something stupid like I miss you or god i’ve been going insane without you or what he’s been wanting to say since that last call, something utterly inane and perfect like I love you.

And Stiles’ chin jolts forward with another startled laugh, his shoulders shaking with the mirth tumbling from his bright bright eyes. He tilts his head almost fondly as he looks at Derek.

"I love you too, you ridiculous idiot. And don’t even think of booking a hotel because you’re staying in our guest room, or at least that’s where we’ll let Dad think you’re staying. I’m going to spend every minute of your time here all over you.”

(Derek purchases a plane ticket that evening.

It’s one way.)

Reblogged from sterek-stories

thecolfertomycriss:

emilytheneko:

ask-thehooded:

mothermal:

sailwiththedragonsatdawn:

mrs-trevor-phillips:

broken-roses-:

sergeantjbbarnes:

kimmsauce:

fluffmugger:

eatingcroutons:

madlori:

emmagrant01:

moonblossom:

A mutant.

I’m five plucky talking golden retriever puppies, then.

I’m Robocop.
Dead or alive, you’re coming with me.

I RE-WATCHED THOR YESTERDAY
SAY HI TO YOUR NEW GOD OF THUNDER

..snowpiercer
………….fuck.

Shit that means I’m Captain America
I am not going to do a very good job

I’m off to be king of the Pride Lands. I’ll send a postcard

I am Frankenstein’s monster. Yesssssssssssssss

Hello my name is private Ryan

move over George, I’m the new king of the Jungle

I’M A JAEGER PILOT MOTHERFUCKER!

I’m a Greek god hell fucking yes

I AM A MOTHERFAWKING SUPERVILLIAN! CAPTAIN HAMMER IS NO MATCH FOR ME! MWUAHAHAHAAAA

IM SPIDERMAN BITCH

I’m THE karate kid. *pow pow*

thecolfertomycriss:

emilytheneko:

ask-thehooded:

mothermal:

sailwiththedragonsatdawn:

mrs-trevor-phillips:

broken-roses-:

sergeantjbbarnes:

kimmsauce:

fluffmugger:

eatingcroutons:

madlori:

emmagrant01:

moonblossom:

A mutant.

I’m five plucky talking golden retriever puppies, then.

I’m Robocop.

Dead or alive, you’re coming with me.

I RE-WATCHED THOR YESTERDAY

SAY HI TO YOUR NEW GOD OF THUNDER

..snowpiercer

………….fuck.

Shit that means I’m Captain America

I am not going to do a very good job

I’m off to be king of the Pride Lands. I’ll send a postcard

I am Frankenstein’s monster. Yesssssssssssssss

Hello my name is private Ryan

move over George, I’m the new king of the Jungle

I’M A JAEGER PILOT MOTHERFUCKER!

I’m a Greek god hell fucking yes

I AM A MOTHERFAWKING SUPERVILLIAN! CAPTAIN HAMMER IS NO MATCH FOR ME! MWUAHAHAHAAAA

IM SPIDERMAN BITCH

I’m THE karate kid. *pow pow*

Reblogged from thecolfertomycriss

dark-haired-hamlet:

eighttwotwopointthreethree:

jeremy2e:

thefabulousweirdtrotters:

With or Without Sugar ?

Yooooooooooo

how hamlet takes his morning coffee.

No but can you imagine him buying this?

"Horatio! Look what they had at the store!"
"My lord, we do not need sugar skulls."
"They’re deep, Horatio. You don’t understand! Even our bones dissolve away in the depths of a dark abyss….”
"They aren’t sweet enough, you need about 50 of them in your tea for any effect."
"Look, they even have little leg bones…"
*sigh of Horatio’s long-suffering*

Reblogged from thecolfertomycriss

castiels-wing-s:

toriandrelativedimensionsinspace:

onthesideoftheotters:

markbuscus:

actuallybatman:

tigerstripedsniper:

timetravelingslytherinincamelot:

Seriously like, what. What. WHAT?SEBASTIAN MORAN YOU ARE DRUNK!  



my favorite part about the sherlock fandom is that we make a lot of posts about a character that has never even been on the show

DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO AIM 7 SNIPERS ACCURATELY? NOT EASY. SIX, SURE. BUT 7? 



I LOVE THIS FANDOM A LOT.

castiels-wing-s:

toriandrelativedimensionsinspace:

onthesideoftheotters:

markbuscus:

actuallybatman:

tigerstripedsniper:

timetravelingslytherinincamelot:

Seriously like, what. What. WHAT?
SEBASTIAN MORAN YOU ARE DRUNK!  

image

my favorite part about the sherlock fandom is that we make a lot of posts about a character that has never even been on the show

DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO AIM 7 SNIPERS ACCURATELY? NOT EASY. SIX, SURE. BUT 7? 

image

I LOVE THIS FANDOM A LOT.

Reblogged from dammitcumberbatch