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]

"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."