He leaves before the funeral is over, his stomach cramped and hurting, and his tie choking him. He sends the text when he finishes packing, something that takes less than ten minutes because he doesn’t care really, doesn’t want to take anything that will remind him, and he gets a two word response within thirty seconds, and that’s that.
He doesn’t leave a note. Just drops his phone on his bed and waves a two finger salute at the camera still in his bedroom and–
consider this: derek hale in a bath tub, bubbles up to his ears, rubber ducky optional but probably there somewhere. stiles watches adoringly from the doorway and maybe joins him.
derek hale is comfortable and happy and things are good.
Summary: Half the town seems to think that he and Derek are
dating, and Stiles just can’t figure out why.
Notes: I heard the song Something to Talk About on the radio
like five times in the past week, and I felt like that was a sign. So I wrote
this fluffy little fic. And even though you don’t see them, I want to be clear
that everyone is alive in this fic. (On AO3)
Stiles hears it first at the diner.
He likes to come here because they serve breakfast all day (what
could be better than that?), and because they’ve always been friendly to him.
He’s in a booth, eagerly waiting for his bacon and egg plate, when a lull in
the noise lets him hear what’s being said at the host station.
“—haven’t seen Derek here in a week, and then Stiles is here alone,” his waitress says. “Do you
think something’s going on?”
“I don’t think Stiles broke up with his boyfriend,” someone
else says confidently. “Maybe Derek’s feeling under the weather. Hopefully
Stiles is here to get him some soup, or something.”
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