The good part about Thanksgiving break was that it meant that Stiles didn't have to spend anymore time dealing with DC traffic and living in that apartment by himself. The bad part was that he had the sneaking suspicion that Derek was going to make him help with Thanksgiving stuff. Ugh.

He was actually attempting to hide from all that. He was sitting in the tub in the guest bathroom playing on his phone like Derek wouldn't somehow be able to literally sniff him out.

[For the fiance]

Day two of his FBI student program had gone more smoothly than day one. The excitement of finally taking a step towards his dream career was still there but he was able to focus today instead of practically vibrating out of his seat with enthusiasm.

He still hated wearing a tie though, which is why it came off the instant classes were over. They needed to have a casual Friday or something. Maybe he'd bring that up with one of his teachers.

[Open for calls, visits, etc]

The fact that Stiles realized he'd have to pass a physical endurance test hit him hard when he finished this semester and realized he had one year of school left before entering his career in law enforcement. He'd have to like, run and stuff! And not die! It was going to take a whole year just to be able to run a mile without dying. Especially when it was like 100 degrees in Maryland right now and if he went outside he'd spontaneously combust.

Knowing that there'd be days where it'd be hot like the sun outside, Stiles had used Derek's credit card to buy enough stuff to set up a makeshift gym in the basement. It wasn't much, but there was a treadmill and a punching bag, along with a mat he could pass out on after he exercised. He had napped there many a time since starting to work out.

Today he was working on the punching bag because once again it was hot like the sun outside.

[For the guy and I can not stress enough how Maryland is the sun right now]

Since Stiles considered himself a very giving and amiable fiance he agreed to Derek's suggestion of spending a few days before Christmas on a romantic getaway to the woods. Stiles had just stipulated that a) they didn't sleep in a tent b) the cabin had wifi and c) there was a fast food joint that can be driven to in less than twenty minutes.

He didn't think he was asking for a lot, especially considering he was in the wilderness. In December.

Look, he was checking Twitter next to a fireplace it was plenty rustic here.

[For the guy and SP]

True to his word, Derek wasted no time getting a pool built at their place. It was a shame they only had a few weeks to enjoy it but Stiles intended on spending every minute his pale skin would allow swimming in it.

Today was the first day it was deemed ready to swim in. Stiles thought maybe it deserved a ribbon cutting or something but since big red ribbons were hard to come by, he settled for just putting on his trunks and slathering on an indecent amount of sunscreen on to celebrate.

Which was kind of lame. He wished he had Derek's inability to get sunburn.

[For the future husband and current sugar daddy]

As of  this morning Stiles was no longer a teenager. Twenty didn't feel too different from nineteen though he did have a minor crisis over the last few days that would be much more appropriate on his twenty-fifth or thirtieth birthday. How did this getting old thing happen? Who allowed this?

Ignore the fact that he still had a babyface and probably would until he was forty.

At least he had classes this morning to make him feel young. And homework to do this weekend. He tossed his bag on the floor of the living room when he got home, deciding he could worry about that on Sunday night. It was his birthday he shouldn't have to do homework.

[For Derek and whoever else feels like pinging]

Stiles blew his gift giving load on their anniversary last month but he still wanted to do something for Derek for the holiday. So he was making breakfast (yes, he could do that much). It wasn't as pretty as other people's breakfasts but he was 99.9% sure nobody would die from eating it. Which was something.

Happy Valentine's Day?

[For the husband to be]

It was kind of nice having a place to himself. Sure the whole cleaning aspect sucked and sometimes it was scary when he heard strange noises at night but for the most part it was nice. He got to use his jeep all the time and he didn't have a roommate giving him side eye all the time. And he had a kitchen to cook stuff in!

"Stuff" being top ramen. Look, his skills were limited.

[Open for visitors/calls/etc and vigorious SP is in effect]

Stiles really regretted not getting a job this summer. The whole "freedom to do whatever I want" thing got boring a few weeks after his classes ended. He didn't want to spend forever in Fandom and Scott had that job thing going on so Stiles made do with watching daytime television and making copious amounts of ramen.

It was mindnumbingly boring.

He wondered if Derek got the hint that he was bored after texting him constantly for the last week or so.

[For visits/calls/etc]