[ stiles' heart beats a little faster, but it's just because he's - happy. his phone buzzes in his hands and he reads the message and he's happy about it because it's exactly how he feels, too. what he has with derek has only really just begun, but it already feels like he's had him forever, and maybe that's just - young love, or whatever, but what he has with derek, this connection - it doesn't feel like anything stiles has ever experienced before.
he stops for a moment, thumbs ready to knock out a response, but derek's texts keep coming. stiles absently chews at the edge of his thumb nail. his heart stutters just a little over sometimes it doesn't, but - it's okay. it's... realistic, to have those thoughts, to feel those doubts, sometimes. it's what he has to tell himself late at night when he gets too far into his head.
the rest of what derek says pulls him back, though. the rest of what he says kind of overwhelms stiles, actually. it's - a lot, and it's probably some of the kindest things anyone has ever said to or about him. i want you to be my last one, you deserve the fucking world, i'd like to grow old with you. jesus fffriggin christ.
stiles looks away from his phone for a second, moving it out of the way so he can look down at the cat sitting just a little ways away from him, trying to clean its neck and chest. he looks back at his phone, and then lifts his head. he's almost home. he can literally see the den from where he's standing. he looks down again, thumbs moving rapidly while he walks. ]
I'll die before I break your heart I've almost died for a lot of things and a lot of people so don't test me on that because you'll lose I swear on my life Are you home yet? Please tell me you're home.
[ stiles doesn't really wait for a response though, because less than a minute later he's heading up the steps to the den, taking them two at a time. he fumbles through his pockets for his keys, drops them twice, but finally manages to get the door unlocked and slide it open. as he's about to step inside, the cat that's followed him all the way home just... darts past his ankles inside. like it fucking owns the place, just struts right inside before stiles can do anything to stop it.
stiles hisses under his breath, tripping over his own feet as he scrambles to get inside. ]
No, no, no, hey. Shit, hey, you can't - that's trespassing. You can't just— oh my god, okay, you're just. Gone.
[ his cat-friend wanders off around a corner, chill as fuck, apparently, and one hundred percent ignoring stiles. like most people do. go figure. stiles makes a frustrated little sound in the back of his throat, then slides the front door closed behind himself, locking it up and setting his keys down on the nearest surface. he turns and waits by the door for a handful of seconds, listening for his boyfriend or the cat so he can try and track either of them down, but it's... quiet. stiles leans slightly, eyebrows raising slowly. ]
... Derek?
[ stiles starts to take his sneakers off, hopping a little on one foot as he pushes his shoe off of his heel. he sets it aside neatly somewhere, then steps on the back of his other shoe and pulls his foot out of it, joining it up with its twin before he starts to wander through the den.
stiles finds derek first. in the living room. on the living room floor to be exact, looking - well, actually, looking pretty comfortable. soft? he definitely looks soft. ]
Uh, hey?
[ he blinks - and then the cat wanders in from the opposite side of the room. stiles' eyes widen a little - not because he's expecting all hell to break loose or anything, but. well, this wasn't exactly in his plans for today and he's not really up for being yelled at for letting a stray animal into the house. even though it definitely let itself in and stiles had every intention of leaving it outside. he still has every intention of putting it back outside.
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he stops for a moment, thumbs ready to knock out a response, but derek's texts keep coming. stiles absently chews at the edge of his thumb nail. his heart stutters just a little over sometimes it doesn't, but - it's okay. it's... realistic, to have those thoughts, to feel those doubts, sometimes. it's what he has to tell himself late at night when he gets too far into his head.
the rest of what derek says pulls him back, though. the rest of what he says kind of overwhelms stiles, actually. it's - a lot, and it's probably some of the kindest things anyone has ever said to or about him. i want you to be my last one, you deserve the fucking world, i'd like to grow old with you. jesus fffriggin christ.
stiles looks away from his phone for a second, moving it out of the way so he can look down at the cat sitting just a little ways away from him, trying to clean its neck and chest. he looks back at his phone, and then lifts his head. he's almost home. he can literally see the den from where he's standing. he looks down again, thumbs moving rapidly while he walks. ]
I'll die before I break your heart
I've almost died for a lot of things and a lot of people so don't test me on that because you'll lose
I swear on my life
Are you home yet?
Please tell me you're home.
[ stiles doesn't really wait for a response though, because less than a minute later he's heading up the steps to the den, taking them two at a time. he fumbles through his pockets for his keys, drops them twice, but finally manages to get the door unlocked and slide it open. as he's about to step inside, the cat that's followed him all the way home just... darts past his ankles inside. like it fucking owns the place, just struts right inside before stiles can do anything to stop it.
stiles hisses under his breath, tripping over his own feet as he scrambles to get inside. ]
No, no, no, hey. Shit, hey, you can't - that's trespassing. You can't just— oh my god, okay, you're just. Gone.
[ his cat-friend wanders off around a corner, chill as fuck, apparently, and one hundred percent ignoring stiles. like most people do. go figure. stiles makes a frustrated little sound in the back of his throat, then slides the front door closed behind himself, locking it up and setting his keys down on the nearest surface. he turns and waits by the door for a handful of seconds, listening for his boyfriend or the cat so he can try and track either of them down, but it's... quiet. stiles leans slightly, eyebrows raising slowly. ]
... Derek?
[ stiles starts to take his sneakers off, hopping a little on one foot as he pushes his shoe off of his heel. he sets it aside neatly somewhere, then steps on the back of his other shoe and pulls his foot out of it, joining it up with its twin before he starts to wander through the den.
stiles finds derek first. in the living room. on the living room floor to be exact, looking - well, actually, looking pretty comfortable. soft? he definitely looks soft. ]
Uh, hey?
[ he blinks - and then the cat wanders in from the opposite side of the room. stiles' eyes widen a little - not because he's expecting all hell to break loose or anything, but. well, this wasn't exactly in his plans for today and he's not really up for being yelled at for letting a stray animal into the house. even though it definitely let itself in and stiles had every intention of leaving it outside. he still has every intention of putting it back outside.
stiles puts his hands out a little. ]
Uh, so. Don't... freak out? Hold on.