"Remember how far you’ve come, not just how far you have to go. You are not where you want to be, but neither are you where you used to be."

mikkkelsen:

THIS IS THE BEST THING ON THE INTERENET AS FAR AS I’M CONCERNED

[UHQ] Darren Criss leaves the after party for the Met Costume Ball at The Standard in New York City on May 6, 2013.

Stiles is back in town for less than a day before he goes to find Derek, and he’s so determined that it doesn’t even take long. Derek looks good. He seems healthier, not so hidden behind a prickly, standoffish layer of hair gel and black leather. He’s even wearing earth tones. Stiles is impressed.

Derek, on the other hand, looks completely unimpressed to have been found. But by now, Stiles knows that’s just his face.

“C’mon dude,” he says when it’s obvious that Derek won’t look him in the eye. “You had to know that I was coming back.”

“I didn’t,” Derek replies, voice somehow gruff and light at the same time. It’s a juxtaposition that Stiles has never forgotten. “You shouldn’t have. You’re better than this town.”

Stiles resists the urge to roll his eyes, but only barely. “You know what I want, Derek.”

And bless him, Derek looks surprised. “Do you still? Really?”

“Yes, you dumbass.” He does roll his eyes then, taking a step forward to close the distance between them. God, it’s been years since he was this close. “I went on my werewolf-imposed rumspringa just like you wanted. I went to college and tried new things and experienced the world like you said I should. And guess what?”

He waits for Derek to finally look at him, and he smiles. Derek looks wary yet hopeful. He’s gorgeous. He’s all Stiles has ever wanted.

“I still want you,” he admits, reaching up to put a hand on Derek’s warm shoulder. “Even after everything.”

“I’m still bad for you,” Derek says, recalling their argument years ago, but there’s no conviction in it. Stiles lets out a quiet scoff and curls his long fingers around the back of Derek’s neck.

“Why don’t you let me decide what’s bad for me?” Stiles leans in close, so close he has to look up over the top of his glasses to see Derek’s face. “Hint: it isn’t you. So will you finally fucking kiss me already?”

And bless him again, Derek does.

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written by alovething

lonewolfed:

don’t trust his smile

tifferini:

What the Hell Is A Stiles (x)

Part 2 to this gifset.
AU: Laura tries to convince Derek to stop being an ass cutting people out of his life and apologise to his boyfriend.

Songs about sex.