<b>Otp:</b> *does a thing*<p/><b>Otp:</b> *hugs*<p/><b>Otp:</b> *has adorable relationship*<p/><b>Otp:</b> *stares into each others eyes*<p/><b>Otp:</b> *has a cute moment*<p/><b>Otp:</b> *literally inches away from each other*<p/><b>Otp:</b> *isn't cannon*<p/><b>Me:</b> *screaming internally*<p/></p>
When Derek and I broke up… I didn’t date anyone for a really, really long time. And nothing serious anyways, you know, it’s just nothing ever stuck. Nothing ever measured up. It was like my… my heart had just stopped. (part one)
“I’d – you’d get to know me again, too?”
Stiles looks up at him, imagining it all. He imagines starting again with Derek, going back to the beginning so that they can figure everything else out along the way. There’s wonder in his eyes, he knows, and Derek’s smiling softly again.
“Do you want to?” he says quietly, a hint of desperation in his voice.
“You’re staying?” Stiles whispers. “Even though I won’t get the memories back?”
Derek seems exasperated, but he nods. “I – of course, Stiles. Of course I’m staying. Are you?”