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[ Maybe the fact that Laura had smiled at him (rather maniacally, in his opinion) when she came around mid-afternoon to ask him if he could pick Talia up after school should've clued him in. Derek had just raised an eyebrow at his sister, though, and confirmed that he could. She'd clapped him on the arm, smiled some more, and then dragged John out of the apartment complex for a day of misadventures, or something. Something to do with looking at houses (haunted, she'd promised). So he passed the time by doing some work in the kitchen, and intermittently texting Stiles despite the fact he knew that he would still be in class for most of the day.

Still, he usually texted back during recess breaks and lunch, so it was worth shooting him a couple of texts in between them.

But then comes the time of going to pick up his niece, and he pockets his phone while making sure nothing is going to catch fire if he leaves. He knows that Talia will wait however long it takes for him to get there with her teacher, but thankfully he doesn't take long to grab his jacket and head out to take the Cruiser to her school.

Where she waits, most patiently, with the best teacher in the world. Rather obliviously, much like both of them. Her mother is pretty scheming, and Derek already hopes she doesn't pick up the habit from Laura. ]

heyy hot chef guy!!!!!!
i mean that's not your name
but thats totally what ur in my hone
phone

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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.

LET'S GET actually meeting in person.

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