the stick in boyd's hair!!!

anonymous asked:

My dearest Stiles, I thought i wanted fame more then i wanted you. I was so wrong i love you and i wrote this song for you to tell you exactly how i feel. So please Stiles will you come to my concert and meet me back stage and then maybe stay with me forever and keep me sane while we tour the world. I await your answer, forever yours Derek.

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Rating: G, Word Count: 1701
Musician Derek, Minor Boyd/Scott, Past Derek/FC, Implied Biphobia (so no explicit comments), Angst, Pining, POV Stiles

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Stiles almost throws the tape in the trash, thinking it’s a hoax, before realizing it can’t be. None of the people who knew about him and Derek would do something this cruel.

Who still uses cassette tapes, anyway? Stiles snorts. Derek. Derek still uses cassettes, says he likes the way it sounds.

Stiles almost throws out the tape again. His hand hovers over the trashcan. If he drops it, there will be no going back. He spilled yogurt that morning and he’s pretty sure the paper napkins he used to clean that up are the last thing he threw in there.

He doesn’t let go. Instead, he grasps the cassette tape tighter, clutches it to his chest, and moves to the couch. There’s nothing special about the envelope the cassette came in. It’s small, white, and has his address scrawled on one side. The bubble wrap on the inside, that protected the tape, puffs up the envelope. There’s a sticker on the tape saying: “Please listen to me?” in Derek’s handwriting.

Stiles rubs a hand over his face. Where the hell is going to find a cassette player?

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