Mansion That Is Not In Fact 20 Years Older | Saturday Morning

[robinonadderall]

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]

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[justlurkinghere]

He was in luck that bacon was already being made. Also, coffee. Just don't touch the cup on the counter or Derek would choke a bitch.

"...fandom thing," Derek said with a sigh, dropping one of the reject pancakes for the dog.

[newroutines]

"... Uh, what?"

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.

[justlurkinghere]

"You're young again," Derek pointed out. Because clearly that was what happened here. Since both he and Stiles were their normal ages.

Clearly.

[newroutines]

"I'm... not really sure that's what's happening here."

Gold star, Mike.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek stared at him for a moment before sighing dramatically and going back to his pancake making. "I hate this place."

[newroutines]

"Yeah, you're not the only one." Mike's face was going to freeze on permanent wtf soon. "Derek? Seriously?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Know any other people who cook here?" Probably, yes. "Stiles is upstairs."

[newroutines]

"Of course he is," Mike said. "That's like the least surprising thing about all of this, come on."

The details of that would still manage to surprise him.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek rolled his eyes at that. "It'll all be over by the end of the weekend."

[newroutines]

"It's my right as a Fandomite to be weirded out anyway." He had rights! "Anyway. There's breakfast for me, too, right?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Sure. You pour your own coffee." Laying down some ground rules. Ah yeah.

[newroutines]

He was getting frowned at! A little.

"Hey now, just because you're older than me, doesn't mean this isn't my kitchen."

Never mind that he was indeed going to pour his own coffee. About right now, in fact.

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm the one cooking here." SEE THAT LOGIC.

[newroutines]

"No one asked you to," Mike pointed out, not knowing that was actually incorrect.

[justlurkinghere]

"Stiles did." Because Derek was whipped.

[newroutines]

"... And you did what he said?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Yeah." Duh. There was snuggling involved. And probably an implied promise of sex.

[newroutines]

"... Oh-kay."

Did he want to know anything further? He probably didn't.

[justlurkinghere]

He most certain did not!

"You're out of bacon now too." Look, bacon was a hot commodity when you were a werewolf, okay?

[newroutines]

Mike sighed.

"Of course. I'll put it on the list."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek smirked, offering over a plate of pancakes. "It's only the weekend, Mike."