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leejihoonownsmyheart · 5 years

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Not A Date

Summary:

You’re going to meet an old friend, and for some reason, Jihoon is being super weird about it.

You hummed pulling a different shirt out of your closet. This one was stripped, colorful, and a knit material. You liked it, particularly because it was loose, and was kinda baggy on you.

“What about this one? With the skater skirt?” You asked. Jihoon looked up from your pile of shoes and raised an eyebrow.

“I’ve never seen that shirt before,” he murmured. You hummed, setting the shirt on your bed.

“It’s kinda new. I’m obsessed with it... Cute right?”

“I’m sure it looks nice on you,” Jihoon agreed. You sighed.

“But is it too formal?” You asked. “I mean, it’s not a date, I shouldn’t dress up.”

You sighed and grabbed a pair of blue jeans.

“But is it a crime if I want to dress up a bit?” You continued. “If I want to dress up cute, that’s my business and has nothing to do with anyone else.”

“Right, yeah,” Jihoon agreed curtly. You glanced at him and lowered yourself to the floor.

“Am I overthinking things?” You asked. He looked down at you, looking somewhat amused.

“Just as much as you always do,” he said pleasantly. You stifled a chuckle in the palm of your hand and got back up.

“Maybe I should just wear a graphic tee? I don’t want him to think I’m dressing up for him.”

Today you were getting to see high school friend, Lee Jaegyu for the first time since he graduated. He was a year older then you, and your general friend group had had a pretty major falling out not long after he went off to college so you hadn’t seen him in a while.

However, just before your first year of college got out, he messaged you asking when you would be back in town.

You were excited to see him again.

Just a little nervous about what to wear... and that was all you were worried about... For sure.

You’d met Jihoon when you were in college. He was your first college friend, and he was currently your best friend ever.

You’d invited him to stay with your family for the summer, and he’d taken you up on that offer pretty quickly since neither of you could remember how to be happy without constantly being together anymore.

Today, he was being a little weird, but you were mostly ignoring it.

“It’s just, I don’t dress like I did in high school anymore,” You continued to say. Jihoon sighed at that and turned away from you completely.

“Why do you care so much about what you’re wearing if it’s not a date?” He asked. You couldn’t help but note that he sounded pretty annoyed. That confused you, had you done something to bother him?

“I don’t know, just because it isn’t a date doesn’t mean that I don’t want to look nice... Thigh highs are probably out of the question huh?”

“Yeah because normal people wear thigh highs outside of dates,” he grumbled. You shot him a half glare.

“Yeah well, I do, you know how I am, I’ve never really been on a date before-”

“There’s always time to start,” he responded coldly. You turned towards him, setting the graphic tee in question down near your striped shirt.

“Why do you care so much about it being a date or not?” You asked him abruptly. He looked at you.

“I’m you’re best friend! If you got out with him today we both know that you’ll have a crush on him all over again,” Jihoon protested.

Okay, so back in high school you had a small tiny three-year crush on Jaegyu and of course, Jihoon knew because he was your best friend and honestly you had never thought that those two worlds would mingle.

“I’m older now! I have moved on from my dumb, fleeting high school crushes-”

“Three years y/n,” Jihoon interrupted.

“Yeah, three years, in the grand scheme of things that’s nothing!” You insisted. It was now Jihoon’s turn to look offended.

“Oh, so what does that make the measly few months we’ve known each other?” He asked.

“Jihoon, I don’t want to fight with you over this, I don’t even like Gyu anymore!” You insisted. Jihoon looked away from you at that, and you couldn’t help but notice how red his face had gotten. He was really upset over this.

You walked over to him.

“Hey... What’s really going on?” You asked him. He still didn’t look at you, so you sat down beside him, resting your hand over his.

Jihoon looked at you, his eyes a little red... From what, you were unsure. He looked back down at his hands.

“I’m just... I’m just worried about you,” Jihoon said. He spoke softly, he sounded vulnerable and everything, but he wasn’t looking at you. That made it hard for you to really trust what he had to say.

You knew he couldn’t lie to you if you two were looking at each other in the eyes. You two had established ages ago that instead of lying to one another, to soften the blow when you did lie you would just avoid eye contact.

Sure, that tell-tale sign made lying pointless but it helped protect the honesty in one another's relationship.

He was lying. You knew he was. Something else was bothering him.

“Jihoon.”

“Wear the skirt and the shirt. Who cares what he thinks? If you want to look cute. Look cute,” Jihoon stated. This time he looked up at you. “It isn’t a date right? So no need to overthink it.”

You caught Jihoon’s gaze and squeezed his hand.

“It’s not a date,” you assured. “I would never go on a date with Jaegyu. Especially not now since...”

You trailed off. You didn’t drop eye contact with him, but you also didn’t go on.

“Since?” Jihoon implored. You wrinkled your nose.

“Well, you know... Since us...”

“Yeah, but we're not-”

“No,” you agreed. “But I mean, we kinda are...”

You got a little shy and looked away from him. Now it was your turn for your face to get red... But for a completely different reason.

“Aren’t we?”

Jihoon’s hand shifted from yours, and his finger found itself under your chin. He turned your face so that you had to look at him again.

The two of you looked at each other for a moment in silence.

You and Jihoon had become so close so fast you couldn’t imagine being with anybody else. Whenever you needed somebody to help you out, whenever your anxiety went crazy, whenever you felt like you would rip your hair out you were going so crazy, you knew that Jihoon would be there for you.

And if he needed you, you would do anything to go out of your way and help him.

He didn’t lean in first. Neither did you.

Maybe that was what felt so right about the two of you’s relationship. You both leaned in at the same time. It was like you both made the decision that this was genuinely what you both wanted at the same time. And what you both wanted to do, was to kiss.

You pulled away and you both stared at one another, huge goofy, sappy smiles spread across your faces.

“Yeah...” He agreed quietly.

You giggled and got to your feet, grabbing the shirt that you had chosen to wear.and the skirt that complimented it perfectly.

“You trust me don’t you?” You asked him. Jihoon nodded once.

“Alright then. I’m going to go see Jaegyuk today-”

Jihoon made a face.

“But you have nothing to worry about because again I feel nothing towards him.”

“You’ve never worried this much about what you’re wearing when we go places,” Jihoon grumbled. You smiled.

“Oh, dd I kiss Gyuk?”

Jihoon wrinkled his nose again.

“I mean as far as I know-”

You laughed and kissed Jihoon lightly on the cheek.

“Alright, you win.”

You pulled out your cell phone and sent Jaegyuk a text. Some lousy excuse saying your mom was making you stay back and help around the house for no reason. You turned back to him and brandished your phone.

“Happy?”

He gave you a smug look.

“Very.”

“Jealousy is not a good look on you Lee Jihoon,” you stated pleasantly as you rejoined him on the bed. He took your phone and pleasantly deleted the text thread you had with Jaegyuk from your phone without a word.

“Yeah, well I’m sure that you will have your chance to be jealous one of these days,” he responded casually. You scoffed.

“I’ll have you know I’m not the jealous type Jihoon,” you stated confidently.

“Oh, so you won’t mind if I tell you about Dawn then?”

“Who?!” You blurted. Jihoon gave you a devilish smile, an act that made you throw a pillow at him.

“You know it isn’t too late for me to call Gyuk and tell him it’s on,” you threatened. You started to get up, but before you could Jihoon had your wrist and he pulled you back down into the bed. He hovered over you, a serious look settled across his face.

“Stay,” he murmured.

For a moment you forgot how to breathe.

“Y-Yeah, okay.”

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sage-nebula · 6 years

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1, 20 and 40!

1.) What’s your favorite way to dress?

Casual and cool. B)

Honestly, one of my favorite looks is just a t-shirt and shorts (and the only reason why you didn’t see me wearing one of my many, many graphic tees in Japan is just because it was too hot to wear anything other than tank tops most of the time djklsfjsdsdfs). I have so many different graphic tees (and especially Pokémon graphic tees) that it’s ridiculous, but I love all of them. I also like the look of a t-shirt and jeans, but if it’s warmer out, I’ll want to be in shorts. That aside, I love comfy sneakers, or my boots. I’m also a fan of sandals when I have a good pair. I like wearing lots of jewelry, and over the course of our trip I started doing stuff with my hair, and just recently I started wearing make-up! (Not too much; just lipstick, eyeliner, eyeshadow, and mascara. I’m so bad at applying the eyeliner, but I won’t get better if I don’t practice, so . . .) Basically, I want to look cool, but I also prefer casual clothing. I have to dress more nicely for work and I’m not so much a fan of that, but I love being able to just dress casually on the weekends. It’s the best. :) (But yeah, I always want to look cool, too. Cool is Important, even if my definition of cool is different from everyone else’s.)

40.) Do you like light blankets or heavy blankets?

It really depends on how cold I am, haha. If I’m super cold, pile the blankets on me, but if I’m not, just one blanket will suffice. Thinking about it, I kind of do prefer if I only need one blanket, so I guess in that sense I prefer light blankets, but honestly, if I’m cold and I’m not in a place where I can dial up the heat, pile the blankets on me. I hate being cold so much, I cannot stand it.

20.) Do you believe in god(s)?

Mmh . . . no, but I don’t mind if other people do, so long as they’re not using that as an excuse to hurt others. And this is kind of a heavy subject, so I’m putting the rest under a cut.

I grew up in a Catholic household, but my parents were not very strict about religion. I did have a first communion when I was young, but I never had a confirmation, and my Sunday school was very patchy at best anyway. Additionally, I went to public school, whereas my brother (technically my stepbrother) went to Catholic school. (He is now a very ardent atheist lol.) My parents have since converted to Lutheranism, but they did that a few years ago, and it didn’t affect my childhood just as it doesn’t affect my adulthood outside of my father pestering me every now and then to “find my faith.”

But the truth is I haven’t, and I don’t think I ever will, for a couple reasons.

The first is pretty personal, so I won’t go into too many details, but . . . a few years ago, I lost the one I was closest to. After her death, I was so devastated that I prayed over and over again for her to be returned to me, and I offered my soul up in these prayers. I offered my soul to any angel or demon that would answer . . . but no one did. The stories always go that both heavenly and evil entities want your soul, but either my soul was so worthless that no one wanted it, or those entities didn’t exist to take me up on the offer. I follow the rule of Occam’s Razor (which states that the easiest, most obvious solution is the right one) most of the time, so I’m inclined to believe the latter. They didn’t answer, because they don’t exist.

Aside from that, and more broadly, the idea that there is some cosmic deity that watches over everyone doesn’t really make sense to me. A lot of religious people figure that god is watching over them and their loved ones, that god has a plan for everyone, et cetera. But there are seven billion people on this planet; why would any god spend time watching over one particular person? Why would an immortal, omniscient being care what happens to a human being, which to a god would be like a cricket or ant would be to us? And moreover, why would they interfere? If I’m driving home tonight, and I’m about to get in a car accident, why would god---any god---take the time to save me, rather than paying attention to the billions of others around the world who need help? I don’t even mean this in a “woe is me, I suck” way, but more in the “it just doesn’t make sense that I’d be more important than anyone else” kind of way. The “god is watching out for us and has a Plan™” mentality feels very individual-centric. It reminds me of that scene in The Office when Michael is talking about how, whenever he’s sad, he imagines an astronaut in space looking down on him and feeling sorry for his problems. We laugh at that scene because the idea of an astronaut paying attention to Michael like that is absurd. That’s what the concept of a deity paying attention to individuals on Earth is to me. It just doesn’t make sense.

And I feel the same way about a deity creating Earth, and everyone on it. First of all, why did they stop at creating life on Earth? What about the other planets in this solar system, or beyond? Secondly, let’s say that a deity did create Earth and every life form on it; in that case, why would they stick around to obsess over this one planet, instead of moving on to others? Again, it just feels like a failure of logic to me. Unless the deity is somehow tied to this planet, which would necessitate the existence of an even greater being that tethered them, I don’t see why they’d stick around instead of moving on to other planets in other galaxies. The universe is so vast that I see no reason to stick to Earth.

Lastly, I just haven’t seen anything that would change my mind. Again, when I was offering up my soul like I was, there was a massive change for any holy (or evil) being to show themselves to me and make me believe. I’m not an ardent atheist; I’m open to being proven wrong, and to “finding my faith” if it ever happened. I actually consider myself to be agnostic, because I feel that any religion could be true, but there’s just no proof that any of them are. So if an angel or whatever did descend before me, then okay. If, when I die, I find myself face to face with Jesus, then cool, I will admit that my lack of faith was my bad and that I’m sorry. But so far I haven’t had those experiences, and as such I don’t feel that believe in my heart of hearts like I feel I should if I were to call myself religious. Therefore, I’m honest in that I’m not. (Because in truth, I feel it’s worth to say, “I’m religious!” when you don’t feel it just because you’re afraid of not getting into Heaven or whatever. I’m not an expert, but I feel like Jesus wouldn’t really appreciate a hypocrite like that.)

All of that said, I have nothing against people who are religious, so long as they don’t use their religion as an excuse to hurt or oppress others. I know that religion helps many people. It’s comforting to some to think that whatever misfortunes befall them are part of god’s plan. Others need religion as a reason to be good and kind to others. Still others like to use religion as a way to make the world make sense to them. All of that is fine. What someone believes really isn’t my business, and I’m not here to judge. But that said, I do have a problem when people use religion as their excuse to be terrible to others. In my opinion, there’s no excuse good enough for oppressing, hurting, or even killing other people. I don’t care what your religion is; the second you start using it as a stick to beat others with, that’s the second I have a problem with you. Not because you’re religious, but because you’re being horrible.

As a final note to all of this, while I’m not religious myself, I do have a pretty core set of beliefs and morals that I try to live my life by. I believe in being kind to others, to extending help when and where you can, even if you have nothing personally to gain from it. I believe that the way you treat others will come back to you, i.e. if you’re a dick to others, you shouldn’t be surprised when others are a dick to you. I believe in honesty, and loyalty (within reason), and that while there is nuance to most situations, there are also some things that have very hard lines of morality that can’t be crossed (e.g. rape is always wrong). I’m not perfect, because no one is, but I try my best to be a good person, because I think the most important thing is not where you end up after you die (if anywhere), but how your behavior and your actions affect those around you while you’re on Earth. So even though I’m not religious and I don’t believe in any gods personally, I still do believe in being a good person. And to be honest, I think that’s what’s most important.

(But that said, to anyone who reads this, if you disagree, that’s cool. Just please don’t try to start Discourse™ with me over it, because trust me, religion Discourse™ never ends with anyone being happy, or having their minds changed. It’s just not a good road to go down.)

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lannisterdaddyissues · 3 years

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1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 ... 98 cause I’m kinda lazy ❤️

thanks @poetcastiel!! i’m feelin lazy today so im just doing the ones i want because thIS IS WAY TOO MANY AAAA

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? preppy, tomboy, or sportswear are DEFINITELY my aesthetics

10. game you were best at in p.e.? dodgeball or badminton! i was one of the cool popular kids in my pe classes because i was good at everything. i used to have a squad actually and we still text even though it’s been 5 years now

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? toast and eggs or a slice of pumpkin bread!

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? the book thief by markus zusak or the prestige by christopher priest! the book thief was assigned tho, the prestige i chose to read for an analysis.

21. obsession from childhood? there were other obsessions besides warrior cats?

28. five songs to describe you? iggy pop - real wild child olly murs - troublemaker little mix - wings britney spears - lucky jojo - how to touch a girl

29. best way to bond with you? by leaving me alone until i beg for attention because i am literally a cat

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? mr bojangles~

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? my older brother used to be OBSESSED with this meme and he’d quote the line to us or send it to us in texts whenever it was popular:

37. suitcase or duffel bag? i like both! but i normally travel by car so i use duffel bags more often. my mom loves vera bradley so she buys me lots of really pretty prints :)

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? jean jacket or cardigan! i love to look put-together and like a million bucks hehe

44. favorite scent for soap? lavender or mint!

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? ugh, i like them all, like really REALLY like them all. i have fandoms in all 3 genres. but you know what...superhero :/

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? just a tshirt lol. my sis bought me a black graphic tee with all the eeveelutions on it for christmas years ago and it’s been my favorite shirt ever since. i try to make good use of it by wearing it every day! and it’s just long enough to keep me warm during the night

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? a cherry or an apple! those ones that are pink on the inside, the pink pearl apples? that’s me bc i’m special even tho i look like everyone else bc my nlog complex is like soooo huge

49. what saying or quote do you live by? “use the talents you possess, for the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except the best.” ~ henry van dyke

52. favorite font? imprint mt shadow my beloved <3

54. what did you learn from your first job? that i don’t want to work in retail when i’m 30. i hate my coworkers.

55. favorite fairy tale? there are a lot that i love, but i think my favorite has always been the little mermaid because it’s what i want for myself one day. even though ariel was weird af and the furthest thing from a normal human being, eric still fell head over heels for her, and that’s always given me hope someone will do the same for me. i also love the second movie because i’ve always wanted to have an adventure like melody did, i rewatched it so much as a kid for wish fulfillment lol

56. favorite tradition? my family’s christmas tradition is to go out and have lunch at the back porch on christmas eve and then watch scrooge (the albert finney christmas carol movie) late at night with chips and dip!

58. four talents you’re proud of having? i’m proud of how good i am at tennis, i’m proud of my skill on the piano, i’m proud of my talent for maths, and i’m proud of my talent for writing!

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? obviously a harem are you fucking STUPID? what kind of a question is that? i want my beautiful bishoujo boys to all line up and ask for my hand in marriage ok but actually i’d LOVE to be in a fantasy/adventure anime. NOT an isekai by any means because i would never leave my family, but if i could be born into a fantasy/adventure anime? that would be a dream come true.

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? “mistakes ought to be forgiven. recurrent folly should not be, and would not.”

62. seven characters you relate to? marinette dupain-cheng - miraculous ladybug max mayfield - stranger things annie january/starlight - the boys katarina claes - hamefura arya stark - game of thrones luna lovegood - harry potter feng lan/prince - 1/2 prince

66. favorite flower(s)? magnolias and hibiscus flowers! i love hibiscus flowers because i inherited my love for florals and bright colors from my dad and he loves to wear hawaiian print shirts all the time so they remind me of him. magnolias are very important to me because we used to have a lot of magnolia trees in my childhood home. there was one specific magnolia tree that separated my house and my neighbors’ house and i used to climb it every single day. we also buried my first cat beneath a magnolia bush :(

67. good luck charms? idk how to describe it but it’s this little metal toy helicopter i got from my grandfather. the axis is detached from the copter itself and spins on a screw that you can balance on top of the copter to make it spin on its own. my grandfather used to keep it in his office where he read the newspaper in the mornings, and when my family and i visited him i always stayed in the room right next to his office so he would be the first person i greeted every morning. after he passed away a few months ago i took the helicopter home with me as a memento of him because i miss him so much

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? it takes as much force to bite off your finger as it does to bite off a carrot. that’s one of my favorite facts i’ve ever learned

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? overhead lights

93. nicknames? mar online. irl, i just go by my real name unless people ask to call me marcy, which i normally let them because i don’t care and it means they like me lol. my mom is the only person i let call me cellie because it’s her special name for me :)

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bibliosexxual · 7 years

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you know you’re on my mind

This is part 1/? of a human AU I’ve been wanting to write for AGES in which Derek and Stiles are long-distance friends/pen pals. Derek lives in California and Stiles lives in Poland. Features brief past Stiles/Malia (Derek and Malia aren’t related in this AU). Idk how long this fic could eventually get; I’m hoping to just work on it as I get the time/inspiration.

Title from “Mind Over Matter” by Young the Giant because that song always makes me think of LDRs.

EDIT: This WIP is now also up on AO3 here.

If there’s one thing Derek’s learned in life, it’s that crushing on someone who lives on an entire other fucking continent is probably a bad idea.

He’s got dozens of photos of Stiles saved to his phone, and a whole box of letters from Stiles, and years’ worth of emails from Stiles, and a whole wall of postcards from Stiles pinned up on the wall over his bed, and none of it is enough.

He wants to do things to Stiles, okay, things besides just watch movies together in two different time zones or talk on skype.

...which… is kind of a new feeling.

Derek didn’t even know he liked guys until three years ago, freshman year of high school, when Stiles came home from a party raving about this girl he’d kissed, Malia something-or-other, and how Malia’s hair was so soft, and how Malia had the prettiest brown eyes and the best laugh, and—and suddenly Derek wanted to throw his computer against the wall.

“I have to go,” he’d snapped, and slammed his laptop shut and thrown on some jogging clothes.

He was five miles deep into the Preserve before it really sank in, not just the jealousy but the absurdity of the jealousy. He and Stiles had never even met, technically. They were probably never going to live in the same country. There was no logical reason for them not to date other people. Especially given that Stiles might not even like guys, or like him.

Still, he was secretly, guiltily, viciously satisfied when Stiles and Malia broke up barely two weeks later.

And since then the crush has gotten, if anything, worse.

They weren’t always even that close. They didn’t write to each other every week, or even every few weeks, not at first.

At first it was just Derek in his second grade classroom, the teacher passing out their first letters from their new Polish pen pals, all shaky too-large handwriting on paper colorful with crayon doodles. Derek’s was from some kid named Mieczysław Stilinski. (Stiles didn’t go by Stiles yet.) Not even Derek’s teacher could pronounce it.

It was almost Thanksgiving—an American holiday but not a Polish one, apparently; Derek was aghast—and Stiles' class was learning about American culture. Stiles had drawn a turkey, sloppily tracing his hand and adding feathers. The other kids' pen pals had colored theirs in various shades of brown, red, and yellow; Stiles had given his green and purple stripes.

“What a weirdo,” one of the other kids had sneered, so at recess Derek pushed him off the monkey bars and gave him a bloody nose.

Derek still has the turkey card in a box in his closet. It's where he keeps all his letters from Stiles. He'd been embarrassed about it for a long time, until one day a few years ago when Stiles admitted offhand that he had a similar box under his bed.

At this point he can’t really remember what it’s like not to be pen pals with Stiles.

He’s known Stiles through all his weird phases: that one year he was embarrassingly obsessed with Tobey Maguire, and that brief period when he took to sketching strangers’ shoes on public transit, and that month he wanted them to write to each other only in Elvish because they had both gotten hooked on Lord of the Rings at the same time. He knew Stiles back when he still pronounced “ship” like “sheep” and thought a daffodil was a species of bird. He was there when Stiles had an awkward Bieber haircut and an even awkwarder crush on this girl in his class named Lydia. He was there when Stiles’ mom died.

And Stiles was there in fourth grade for Derek’s intense obsession with wolves, when he took to memorizing wolf facts, referring to his mom as “the alpha,” and practicing his howling just in case he was ever stranded in the wilderness and adopted by a wolf pack. (He read Jean Craighead George's Julie of the Wolves fourteen times in a row that summer, and probably would have kept on reading it if he hadn’t accidentally dropped it in his cousin’s pool.) To this day Stiles sends him snapchats of every wolf-themed thing he stumbles upon, mugs and T-shirts and ads on the tram, and whenever Derek is in a bad mood, Stiles calls him “Sourwolf.” He thinks it’s hilarious. (So do Derek’s sisters, and now they’ve started calling him that, too.)

Everyone at school thinks Derek is cool, but Stiles knows better. And Stiles likes him anyway.

These days they skype every chance they get, although that’s not as often as they’d like, thanks to the nine-hour time difference between Beacon Hills and Warsaw. Most days they text each other good morning and good night. They send each other copious amounts of postcards. They have a standing date every Friday afternoon (Derek) / Friday night (Stiles) to watch movies together on Netflix. And Derek has already planned every detail of their wedding in his head, down to the flowers (peonies, Stiles’ mom’s favorite), the color scheme (red and black), and the cake flavor (red velvet).

At this point he’s not sure which fantasies are more embarrassing, the wedding ones or the… other ones. The ones where Derek is there with Stiles, curling up with him in bed, undressing him, exploring, coaxing moans from Stiles’ mouth and kissing his moles.

Usually, whenever he sees Stiles on skype, he’s wearing at least two layers, more often three—some kind of hoodie over some kind of plaid over some kind of graphic tee. In winter he’s likely to be wearing a beanie and scarf as well. Derek hates when Stiles wears scarves, even though Stiles looks good in them, because then he can’t sneak glances at Stiles’ neck during their skype calls.

Sometimes, though, when it’s late enough at night, Derek gets to see Stiles stripped down to just his plaid pajama bottoms and a well-worn Wonder Woman tee that’s so large it nearly reaches his knees. It’s Derek’s favorite of Stiles’ shirts because it hangs so soft and loose on his lanky frame, showing off the lean cords of muscle in his arms and giving Derek a tantalizing glimpse of his collarbones and the hollow of his throat.

That’s Derek’s favorite thing to fantasize about, Stiles in nothing but the Wonder Woman t-shirt. Just thinking about it always sends a low swoop through his belly, like the drop in a roller coaster.

Still, it’s not like anything’s going to happen. Poland is almost six thousand miles away, a number so huge it boggles Derek’s mind. It’s the very definition of impossible.

Derek just has to keep reminding himself of that.

Sometimes Derek entertains himself imagining absurd scenarios. Moving into a Sims house with Stiles in place of a real one. Marrying Stiles over Skype, both of them holding up their rings in different countries, kissing the screen to seal the deal. Texting each other flower emojis every Valentine's Day, cake emojis every anniversary. Derek, one hundred years old and in a nursing home, nearly blind but still crouched over his (now ancient) laptop and skyping a wizened, grey-haired Stiles in a bathrobe and slippers.

It’s kind of depressing.

(tbc, probably, if you guys like it)

(part 2)

#my fic #sterek fanfiction #wip #the pen pal au #also pls correct me if i ever get any facts about poland wrong in this fic

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