[ it's been months since derek and stiles became, well, derek and stiles, and the kindergarten teacher, honestly? probably couldn't be much happier. he'd finally manned up and kissed him at a christmas party with lots of tittering housewives to look on; stiles had mumbled that he'd wanted to do that since last spring and things had progressed from there.
he spends most of his days at derek's apartment, cooking with him or helping him with his show, grading and making lesson plans while derek filmed, kicking his feet against the island and appearing in his videos every now and then for the taste test. stiles had been received pretty well by derek's fans--his own instagram picture of their feet, converses propped up on black combat boots, had gotten a couple hundred likes, and a lot of "congratulations"', and the video comments were often the same. they liked to see derek happy as much as stiles did, and you know, stiles was pretty sure he deserved some happiness too.
six months later, and things are still amazing. stiles is finally finally finally free for summer, and he eagerly waves goodbye to the last of the kids and their parents in excitement to head home for the trip derek had told him about last week, for a surprise--the two of them were off to europe, hitting six different food festivals in six different countries.
so they hop on a plane and stiles pets derek's hair and lets him basically inhabit his seat in order to help him fall asleep so he's not freaked out by the flight, and by the time they get off, they're whisked straight off to a festival in bordeaux, france, les epicurales. sitting in the back of a rickety french cab, stiles looks out the window at the wine country unfolding past them, and he reaches forward and wrap his hand around derek's. ] I'm going to eat till I die.
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[ it's been months since derek and stiles became, well, derek and stiles, and the kindergarten teacher, honestly? probably couldn't be much happier. he'd finally manned up and kissed him at a christmas party with lots of tittering housewives to look on; stiles had mumbled that he'd wanted to do that since last spring and things had progressed from there.
he spends most of his days at derek's apartment, cooking with him or helping him with his show, grading and making lesson plans while derek filmed, kicking his feet against the island and appearing in his videos every now and then for the taste test. stiles had been received pretty well by derek's fans--his own instagram picture of their feet, converses propped up on black combat boots, had gotten a couple hundred likes, and a lot of "congratulations"', and the video comments were often the same. they liked to see derek happy as much as stiles did, and you know, stiles was pretty sure he deserved some happiness too.
six months later, and things are still amazing. stiles is finally finally finally free for summer, and he eagerly waves goodbye to the last of the kids and their parents in excitement to head home for the trip derek had told him about last week, for a surprise--the two of them were off to europe, hitting six different food festivals in six different countries.
so they hop on a plane and stiles pets derek's hair and lets him basically inhabit his seat in order to help him fall asleep so he's not freaked out by the flight, and by the time they get off, they're whisked straight off to a festival in bordeaux, france, les epicurales. sitting in the back of a rickety french cab, stiles looks out the window at the wine country unfolding past them, and he reaches forward and wrap his hand around derek's. ] I'm going to eat till I die.