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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[newroutines]

"Holy shit."

He didn't even want to think of himself getting that old. He was sure he'd be fine with it once it happened, but right now, yeah, no.

"... Oh God, I really am supposed to be well middle-aged when y'all are that age, aren't I?"

[robinonadderall]

"You're over fifty." SORRY, MIKE.

[newroutines]

Mike pulled a face.

"Oh, that is so not okay. Nope."

[robinonadderall]

"You don't look completely gross," Stiles offered. "If that makes you feel any better."

[newroutines]

"A little. I guess." Because he was a little bit vain like that. As maybe evidenced by his terror at getting older. He scratched the back of his head. "Still doesn't make any of this any less weird."

[robinonadderall]

"Dude, I woke up in a bed I haven't been in years and my dead dog is suddenly alive again, that's weird."