Stiles steps out of the terminal with a deep sigh. "Home again," he says to no one in particular. His gaze flits around the airport as he grabs his luggage before heading outside and hailing a taxi. "Taxi!"
See it's Christmas and he has flown in from Poland where he was studying abroad to further his research on the way to obtaining his doctorate degree. Luckily, maybe not for him, but for his family he was given time to fly home for the holidays. As he sits in the cab his phone chimes.
[Stella Bell]
Hey baby bro! You should have just landed right? Of course, you did. Anyway, I was thinking we should get dinner and drinks. It'll be a good way to ease into things before mom swoops in. You down?
[Stiles's Styles]
Is that even a question? You know I'll be there. Anything to put off mom's meddling.
[Stella Bell]
I am feeling so loved.
[Stiles's Styles]
Good. You should feel loved.
[Stella Bell]
Ty sarkastyczny mały gnojku!
Stiles snorts and replies with a grin.
[Stiles's Styles]
Love you too!
[Stella Bell]
Omega Sapphire Lounge 6 pm. Don't be late! I won't accept the excuse of time zone changes or jet lag.
[Stiles's Styles]
🖕🏼💗
He tucks his phone back into his pocket and glances out the window. He's really missed his sister but the rest of his family as much as he loves them can be a bit–a lot–too much. Allowing his eyes to close he settles in for a little power nap as the driver takes him to his penthouse apartment on the upper east side of good old New York City.
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Getting an apartment on the upper east side wasn't always Stiles's plan but things fell into place after he graduated college and began his Master's Degree. He got a good job, a raise and well here he is. Sometimes he loves his penthouse and other times he doesn't. Like now when he looks around at the silent living room.
"Welcome Home, Stiles," he whispers as he tosses his keys into the bowl, letting the door close behind him and locking it. His bedroom is the way he left it and after setting his luggage aside he falls back on the bed with a heavy sigh. "Home sweet home," he mutters.
A glance at the clock lets him know it's only 4 pm. He has time to take a nap and still be ready to go meet his sister. His eyes slip closed as he barely manages to kick off his shoes. Sleep is the best idea right now.
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Stella Stilinski is a patient person but her brother, her twin, is finally home for once and so he can suck it up. She's going to make sure he's on time. What better way to do so than to go to his apartment?
"Młodszy brat?" she calls out as she closes the door behind her. "Stiles?"
No response. He's probably sleeping. Lucky me. She thinks. She tiptoes down the hallway and peeks into her brother's room. Sure enough there he is sound asleep.
Stella smirks before running and leaping onto the bed. "WAKE UP!!!"
Stiles startles and flails falling off the bed. "Ow!"
"Oh, would you look at that? There was a person on the bed. Oops," she teases trying to stifle her giggles.
"Ha fucking ha, jerk!" he grumbles and rubs his eyes sleepily. "Why are you here? I said I would meet you."
Stella quirks a brow, it's scary how similar they are when she does that. Then again...twins. "Don't try to deny that you are glad to see me. It's been what? Two years?"
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Holidate Me
FanfictionStiles is returning home from three years in Poland to celebrate Christmas with his family. He's not sure how he feels about it. He's missed his family so much, but his mother will undoubtedly try to set him, his sister or both up with someone. That...
