[ stiles just barely catches the elevator, which must be some kind of miracle because he doesn't really have the patience to wait forty minutes for it to come back down, and walking to the train with all of his stuff just. sounds like a terrible time, so he considers himself lucky. he tucks himself into a corner, away from the handful of others waiting to go from one level to the next, and he sets some of his stuff at his feet to free up his hands and give himself a short break.
stiles... does not deserve this. stiles does not feel like he deserve this because it's. it just feels like it's too good to be true. derek wanting to be with him, derek saying things like i'm in this for as long as you'll have me (followed by go fuck yourself, which just - makes stiles smile, even though it probably shouldn't). stiles doesn't ever find himself this lucky.
if he's standing in the corner of the elevator, trying to bite back a smile and looking like a goddamn idiot, well. who cares. he doesn't. ]
Bold of you to assume I'm the idiot here. Like I'm not trying to put myself down here but I'm just saying There are a lot of pretty people here in Bonertown And back home But I'm not gonna point out that it might be time for you to book an appointment with your local werewolf optometrist. Anyway, I don't know better people. I'm not interested in these imaginary hypothetical better people.
I'm like... fifteen minutes out? I caught the elevators right as the doors were closing so It'll be like ten minutes for that and another fiveish from there. Maybe ten. I don't have a lot of stuff like objectively speaking. But it's a lot to carry across town I guess. Anyway. Fifteen minutes, give or take.
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stiles... does not deserve this. stiles does not feel like he deserve this because it's. it just feels like it's too good to be true. derek wanting to be with him, derek saying things like i'm in this for as long as you'll have me (followed by go fuck yourself, which just - makes stiles smile, even though it probably shouldn't). stiles doesn't ever find himself this lucky.
if he's standing in the corner of the elevator, trying to bite back a smile and looking like a goddamn idiot, well. who cares. he doesn't. ]
Bold of you to assume I'm the idiot here.
Like I'm not trying to put myself down here but I'm just saying
There are a lot of pretty people here in Bonertown
And back home
But I'm not gonna point out that it might be time for you to book an appointment with your local werewolf optometrist.
Anyway, I don't know better people.
I'm not interested in these imaginary hypothetical better people.
I'm like... fifteen minutes out?
I caught the elevators right as the doors were closing so
It'll be like ten minutes for that and another fiveish from there.
Maybe ten. I don't have a lot of stuff like objectively speaking.
But it's a lot to carry across town I guess.
Anyway. Fifteen minutes, give or take.