Not-So-Creepy Mansion | Friday Evening

[robinonadderall]

Stiles had arranged for a portal to take him back to Fandom even before the clusterfuck that was last night went down and he was grateful for it this evening (it was a different evening, right? Stupid timelines) seeing as he had sort of felt like a zombie the last few hours. He was still sore as hell from getting the crap kicked out of him so the walk from the causeway into town was slow. He wasn't really thinking about where he was going but wasn't really surpised when he found himself at Derek and Mike's front door.

He let himself in (he hoped by now Mike realized B&E was a talent of his) and shuffled towards Derek's room, only taking a second to marvel at the fact that Derek actually had a bed now before kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his (Derek's, really) jacket before crawling under the covers.

Right now he was moping, but he was hoping it'd turn to sleep soon. Derek could just deal.

[For the guy whose bed it is]

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[justlurkinghere]

And there was even a tiny little step stool so Puppy Joe could join him! Awwwww!

"Did you get kicked out of your dorm." You know, by Cade. The chronic masturbator. Sorry, Cade.

Derek had been on one of those perfectly normal, nighttime, winter runs and come home to the worst freakin' attempt at Goldilocks ever. Just pick a fairy tale and stick with it, Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

Goldilocks was bears, not wolves. Jeez, Derek.

"No." Well... "Or I could be, I guess, I just got back from home so I don't really know."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek stared at him for a moment before deciding against the polite, tactful method. "You're hurt."

AND YOU SMELL OF THE ELDERLY.

[robinonadderall]

HEY, AT LEAST HE DIDN'T HAVE OLD GUY TASTE IN HIS MOUTH LIKE YOUR DOPPELGANGER.

"Being a human among wolves finally caught up with me," he said, wincing a little as he sat up in the bed. "Feel free to feel smug 'cause you were right."

[justlurkinghere]

"I'll hold you to that," Derek deadpanned, hooking two fingers under Stiles' chin to carefully tug his face for a better view of the bruises.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles didn't want to think too hard on the fact that he wasn't even slightly weirded out by Derek touching him like that anymore. "Got kicked in the ribs a few times too, if you're curious about the extent of the damage."

[justlurkinghere]

It was probably a bad thing, all things considered.

Derek just titled his head at that, eyes moving down to where those bruises would be. "Hunters." If it had been werewolves, he would have a claw mark or two.

Or be dead. You know. Like you do.

[robinonadderall]

"Argents," Stiles said before he really thought about what kind of reaction that would get. "As a message for Scott."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek froze up for a moment, staring at the bruise on Stiles' cheek rather than acknowledge he heard that. Hey, look at that! The one thing to get him to lose a little of his control and flash those purdy blue eyes.

"We're going out."

[robinonadderall]

Okay, he probably should have expected the glowy eyes reaction. "Where are we going? I'm not exactly moving so quick at the moment."

[justlurkinghere]

Argent related rage. It was probably a common thing for the folks of Beacon Hills.

"Out," Derek snapped, grabbing Stiles' arm to pull him up. Stiles, you better be too distracted to notice the quick inhale he gave as he leeched away some of that pain from the bruises.

Because now they could go get Denny's. Yes. That was the only reason for it.

[robinonadderall]

Yeah, like he wasn't gonna notice that he suddenly felt a little better. "You don't have to do that."

[justlurkinghere]

SHUT UP AND STOP NOTICING THINGS.

Derek gave him a look that implied Stiles needed to stop being stupid and assuming something happened. Because nothing happened. "You're driving."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles rolled his eyes. Fine, nothing happened. "Fine. Don't ask about what happened to my jeep."

[justlurkinghere]

"Wasn't going to," Derek replied, shoving a jacket at Stiles. Oh god, he was offering one of his leather jackets to you, Stiles. Now you knew it was a bad idea to say the Argents beat you up. He was being caring.

In a pretty fucked up way. But still.

[robinonadderall]

"You're such a liar," Stiles said, taking the jacket but not commenting on it. Because apparently they weren't going to acknowledge when nice things happened. "You would be curious."

[justlurkinghere]

If they acknowledged it, they'd have to start a fight club or something to reaffirm their masculinity.

"You'd just lie about it." He was onto you.

[robinonadderall]

"I wouldn't lie," Stiles said. "I would say I couldn't tell you."

There was a difference.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek made a noise of annoyance, but left that correction to stand. "Jack's okay?"

He doubted the kid would be here if something had happened to him.

[robinonadderall]

"Yeah, of course," Stiles said, nodding. "He's the one that found me after the Argents dumped me off in the woods."

Yeah, Scott was a failure.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek's mouth went tight for a moment before he nodded. "Good."

[robinonadderall]

"I'm still staying here tonight just FYI." He needed Puppy Joe cuddles!

[justlurkinghere]

Ugh, you're the worst, Stiles.

"Fine. Stay on your side of the bed." Really, guys? Really?

[robinonadderall]

"Not going to be a problem." Come on, even Puppy Joe knew this was going to end in platonic spooning.

[justlurkinghere]

They had to at least pretend they weren't going to snuggle. It was a thing.

"Denny's," Derek replied with a nod.