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robinonadderall) wrote2013-06-15 09:22 am
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Mansion That Is Not In Fact 20 Years Older | Saturday Morning
Even after 20 years, some things didn't change. Stiles still refused to use his first name, he still talked in his sleep and he still liked to sleep cuddled up next to Derek. Only now he didn't have to hide the fact that he enjoyed it. Even if he did complain about Derek being a cuddler for old time's sake sometimes.
"Scratchy," Stiles mumbled, nowhere near fully awake when he said it. Being married to a living spacer heater meant Stiles actually slept with his shirt off more often than not which gave Derek more area to massacre Stiles with stubble burn. It made Stiles look like he had some weird rash most of the time.
[For the now husband and the other person in the house! And anybody else that wants to knock on the door I guess]
"Scratchy," Stiles mumbled, nowhere near fully awake when he said it. Being married to a living spacer heater meant Stiles actually slept with his shirt off more often than not which gave Derek more area to massacre Stiles with stubble burn. It made Stiles look like he had some weird rash most of the time.
[For the now husband and the other person in the house! And anybody else that wants to knock on the door I guess]
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"Too early, Stiles," Derek muttered back. Because it really was, damn it.
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...okay, he was lying. It really did. But, you could cut the conditioner usage in half. Easy.
Derek purposely rubbed his face against Stiles one last time before letting him go to stretch out on the bed.
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"...did we come back to Fandom in time for something weird?"
Hey there, Puppy Joe. Being alive still and all.
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They were in heaven and Puppy Joe had come to greet them!
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He was, however, allowed to roll his eyes in a dramatic fashion and toss his share of the blanket over onto Stiles as he got out of bed. "I'm making breakfast. If you're not down by the time I'm done cooking, I'm eating it all myself."
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He was just going to wander into the kitchen right now to get breakfast like this was any other morning, pulling a tank top on over his head on the way. He felt like having bacon.
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"...fandom thing," Derek said with a sigh, dropping one of the reject pancakes for the dog.
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One day Mike was going to be a little quicker on the uptake about this stuff. But this was not that day.
Maybe next year or something.
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Clearly.
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Gold star, Mike.
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The details of that would still manage to surprise him.
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Then again, it was probably best if he covered up that wolf tattoo.
So it was a groggy looking Stiles that came into the kitchen, wearing a shirt that was now too tight because he wasn't in high school anymore. "Oh hey, buddy. You look good."
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Politeness was a thing to keep hold of even in the weirdest of times.
"You too."
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Shhh, Mike, don't reason with the affected. You have more interesting things to think about.
"... Wait, am I the youngest person here right now?"
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Like everything else wasn't.
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