[ it's kind of hard to believe this is actually happening. they're in europe, for crap's sake. last summer, stiles was at home, working at the police station to make extra cash to hold him over until the school year started again, alone and watching his best friend spend all his time with his longtime girlfriend.
now? now it felt like he was having the better summer. not that he'd really try to compare or anything, but it has been awesome to have a pro-stiles kind of year.and stiles has been trying to keep it that way, because derek has turned out to be one of the best things in his life, period. they bicker sometimes, they banter often, they argue about recipes and ingredients and food, but at the end of the day, stiles is better for it. he loves talia, and was the first to swoop her up and cover her kisses when she cried on the last day of school. loves cora, even if she does nothing but give him hell most of the time, loves laura and john.
would he like to maybe add a hyphen onto his last name someday? if it was with hale, yeah. absolutely.
he's not gonna tell derek that yet. it's only been six months. for now, he's enjoying traveling with him, jet lagged but happy as he turns away from the greenery outside to actually look at derek. he even whips out his phone and gets prepared, because derek speaks french to the cab driver, so he films a video and then a little of his reaction, the "can you believe this" that comes with the fact that his boyfriend speaks fluent french.
but he hides the phone like he was being subtle before he's tugged out of the car, and steps out into the warm french sunlight, lifting his arms in the air and stretching (and taking derek's hand with him). ] Dude, I've got like three days to recover. I can die and reincarnate and die again, it'll be cool.
I'm thinking...this is a three day festival, right? [ he tilts his head as he drops their arms. ] So, eat our weight in French food, drink a lot of wine, have lots of tipsy sex, sleep, repeat?
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now? now it felt like he was having the better summer. not that he'd really try to compare or anything, but it has been awesome to have a pro-stiles kind of year.and stiles has been trying to keep it that way, because derek has turned out to be one of the best things in his life, period. they bicker sometimes, they banter often, they argue about recipes and ingredients and food, but at the end of the day, stiles is better for it. he loves talia, and was the first to swoop her up and cover her kisses when she cried on the last day of school. loves cora, even if she does nothing but give him hell most of the time, loves laura and john.
would he like to maybe add a hyphen onto his last name someday? if it was with hale, yeah. absolutely.
he's not gonna tell derek that yet. it's only been six months. for now, he's enjoying traveling with him, jet lagged but happy as he turns away from the greenery outside to actually look at derek. he even whips out his phone and gets prepared, because derek speaks french to the cab driver, so he films a video and then a little of his reaction, the "can you believe this" that comes with the fact that his boyfriend speaks fluent french.
but he hides the phone like he was being subtle before he's tugged out of the car, and steps out into the warm french sunlight, lifting his arms in the air and stretching (and taking derek's hand with him). ] Dude, I've got like three days to recover. I can die and reincarnate and die again, it'll be cool.
I'm thinking...this is a three day festival, right? [ he tilts his head as he drops their arms. ] So, eat our weight in French food, drink a lot of wine, have lots of tipsy sex, sleep, repeat?