They're probably just getting back at you for your lack of a facebook. [ Stiles says that like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and throws him a lopsided smile as he leans back in the passenger seat. It's undeniable that the prank on his seat makes him grin, too, because honestly, ribbing at Derek is like one of his favorite things ever, and he loves it when he actually falls for whatever's happening.
Whether it's an instagram picture of him unwittingly wearing a "smack the chef" sign with an arrow pointing to his ass or something with the two of them goofing off instead, these kind of moments have been littering his life for the past year. His instagram account has about a good hundred thousand followers, people who are interested in Derek's life (and that doesn't surprise him, Derek is, for all intents and purposes, a celebrity), and that makes something weird and warm twist up in his chest, because--hell, because people are following him because he's such an important part of Derek's life.
It's a little sobering and a little exciting, to be honest.
Pumping his fist in a "yesssss" gesture, Stiles pauses for a second before Derek can start the car and tugs him over by the collar of that stupidly attractive sweater. It's not for a kiss (as much as he would love that), but he holds up his phone and clicks the selfie camera once he gets a good shot of them both, grinning like a doofus at the screen.
Might as well give the people what they want, right? ]
Off to a Christmas party, armed with baked goods. #yourejealous #haleofakitchen
[ He clicks send and sets the phone on his chest as they start to head off. ] You said you were making something new. What is this? It smells awesome.
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Whether it's an instagram picture of him unwittingly wearing a "smack the chef" sign with an arrow pointing to his ass or something with the two of them goofing off instead, these kind of moments have been littering his life for the past year. His instagram account has about a good hundred thousand followers, people who are interested in Derek's life (and that doesn't surprise him, Derek is, for all intents and purposes, a celebrity), and that makes something weird and warm twist up in his chest, because--hell, because people are following him because he's such an important part of Derek's life.
It's a little sobering and a little exciting, to be honest.
Pumping his fist in a "yesssss" gesture, Stiles pauses for a second before Derek can start the car and tugs him over by the collar of that stupidly attractive sweater. It's not for a kiss (as much as he would love that), but he holds up his phone and clicks the selfie camera once he gets a good shot of them both, grinning like a doofus at the screen.
Might as well give the people what they want, right? ]
Off to a Christmas party, armed with baked goods. #yourejealous #haleofakitchen
[ He clicks send and sets the phone on his chest as they start to head off. ] You said you were making something new. What is this? It smells awesome.