You'll always be running

Derek was possibly no longer allowed to choose the vacation spots after this one. Because, for one, the place was only accessible via ferry. And two, there were no cars, just horses to get people around the small island. Oh, and Derek spooked the horses by existing. Which was fun.

But on the plus side, there was a ton of fudge to be had?

"We should have gone with the beach," Derek muttered, trying to keep his distance from the horses. Because his Instagram perfect vacation was totally not happening as planned.

Joke was on him, it would have gotten hit with a tropical storm.

[For the guy!]

Napping on the couch without the TV playing any sort of news was clearly the best option this week. Especially with a tiny poof ball of a dog sleeping on your chest to really make things happy.

That was where Derek was at after finally organizing and putting away all the Halloween decorations Stiles had put up last month.

It was... probably for the best the the strangeness of the island hadn't reached out here. No one really needed to deal with a cybernetic werewolf.

[For that guy and fluff]

It was hot outside. Way too hot to do anything like function outside of the air conditioning even for Derek. He'd done enough in watering the dismal garden where only mutant zucchinis seemed to survive and gone back in to contemplate dunking his head in cool water.

"We need a pool," he decided, glaring out at the heat.

They did not need a pool.

[For the guy, but open sure!]

Today was Derek and Stiles' anniversary. And Stiles' complete refusal to allow Derek to spend money on gifts meant he was spending the morning getting things ready for a great day.

And burned all the receipts. So nyah, Stiles.

He squinted down at the moderate success of a Pinterest inspired brownie recipe as part of said gift. In his defense, it was also the least expensive thing he planned. And the ugliest.

[For the guy!]

Thanksgiving was over, but there were still... some leftovers. Look, Derek enjoyed turkey a lot. But on the plus side, Cora was gone because they were too gross to function around.

It was adorable.

That would be why Derek was bringing leftovers fashioned into a sandwich for breakfast in bed to Stiles. Like a good provider. Also, he'd already eaten one. Or two. Definitely fewer than three.

[For the guy]

Derek was looking for a booty-call house investment property in the Maryland area for cutting down on all those hotels. Yes, a house was somehow the better investment. Just don't ask why rich people do these things. Or why Teen Wolf characters do anything. Just accept it and move on.

On one hand, he wasn't looking for an abandoned shack to lurk in. On the other, he hadn't hired a real estate agent to keep him away from the really shitty properties yet.

That would be why he was looking at a house that had probably been very nice fifty years ago. And frowning at the listing. "This says it has character."

[For the guy]

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It was hot out. Not as hot as it could have been, but still hot enough that Derek didn't want to move much after taking Puppy Joe for a walk. So, while the dog bounded on past him to drink all the water his tiny stomach could handle and flop out on the cool tile floor of the kitchen, Derek was left to flop onto the couch.

And wish he'd peeled his shirt off before falling over.

It was sticking to him and gross and summer was awful. Why couldn't it always be jacket weather? He was a fan of jacket weather.

[For the guy for all the SP]

After the minor debacle that had been Derek's visit to Beacon Hills, it was deemed safer to drag Stiles to the island to spend time together.

And not just because Derek couldn't look certain parents in the eye. Don't be silly.

"I think the dog missed you," Derek said, watching as the ball of fur in question ran circles around Stiles' feet. But, you know, that was just a guess.

[[For the guy, but of course open to housemate]]

Drive across the country, they said. It'll be fun, they said. It was lies. Derek had driven across the country with Laura and had it been at any time but too soon after the fire, they would have murdered each other.

Why he thought it would have been a good idea to accompany Stiles back to Beacon Hills after his first year of college was over... it was possibly a good bit of delusion that this would end somewhere other than being terrible.

Case in point, the god awful jeep of Stiles was overheated and needed to sit to cool. In the middle of Nebraska. God, Derek hated the midwest.

"We could go look at the largest tractor in three counties," Derek said, looking at one of the faded pamphlets of local activities he'd found.

[[For the guy, duh]]