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Mansion of Post-Anesthesia High | Early Thursday Afternoon

So Stiles was now wisdom-tooth free. It was great to no longer be in pain, even though he was in for a hell of a time when it came to recovery. Luckily his oral surgeon had provided him with enough happy time drugs to keep him from being too miserable while he healed.

Not that he cared about that right now. He was still riding the anesthesia train and had been on cloud nine since Derek had driven him home.

"Derek, this door's broken," Stiles said, slurring his words as he pawed at the door handle. "I want to go inside, the dog's in there, I can hear him! Puppy Joeeeeeeeeee, your daddies are home! Open the door!"

[For Derek omg and anybody else that lives there/wants to visit]

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justlurkinghere: (black like my soul)

[personal profile] justlurkinghere 2013-09-12 01:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Puppy Joe cant open doors, Stiles. he wasnt the raptor from Jurassic Park.

Derek grabbed his hand, sighing with annoyance as he opened the perfectly functioning door. Look, you try dealing with driving a drugged up Stiles home. "In."

Yeah, drugged Stiles would react so much better to surly orders. Uh huh.
robinonadderall: ([pos] happy lacrosse face)

[personal profile] robinonadderall 2013-09-12 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't yell at me!" Yeah, there had been no yelling. Just italics. Stiles did, however, stumble into the house. Because there was fluffiness in there. "Oh my god fluff! Look at how adorable you are!"

There was some more stumbling as Stiles tried to get down to Puppy Joe level and snuggle said ball of fluff. Which mainly consisted of putting his face against Puppy Joe and making coo'ing noises.
justlurkinghere: (...his password is ALSO Allison?)

[personal profile] justlurkinghere 2013-09-12 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Puppy Joe dealt with this assault by squirming for five seconds before just going limp.

"How are you this strange?" Derek muttered mostly to himself as he tried very hard to nudge Stiles along without picking him up. Because that would make things weird.
robinonadderall: ([pos] gurl step down)

[personal profile] robinonadderall 2013-09-12 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Your face is strange," Stiles said, flopping to the floor instead of being nudged along. "No, that's a lie. Your face is pretty. The prettiest. Well, maybe it's a tie with Lydia."
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[personal profile] justlurkinghere 2013-09-12 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Derek froze at that before rolling his eyes. "I don't know who that is."

Other than someone from Beacon Hills.
robinonadderall: (Default)

[personal profile] robinonadderall 2013-09-12 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"She's a strawberry blonde amazing goddess. Who has terrible taste in men," Stiles mumbled, trying to push himself up off the floor. It wasn't working very well. "Stay still for a second."

Yes, stay still and let him stick his hands in your jeans pockets so he can use you like a ladder.
justlurkinghere: (oh shit)

[personal profile] justlurkinghere 2013-09-12 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, they were barreling ahead to Nopeville now. Derek grabbed him by the back of his shirt to haul Stiles upright rather than let this continue. "Couch. Now."
robinonadderall: ([pos] knotting fic what)

[personal profile] robinonadderall 2013-09-12 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Stiles' eyes widened a little because he was fairly sure he had a few explicit dreams that started this way. "What."
justlurkinghere: (lecturing Scott)

[personal profile] justlurkinghere 2013-09-12 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Couch," Derek repeated like Stiles just needed the word louder and slower. That'll help.

He was also attempting to crowd into his space to get Stiles moving. All while trying to touch as little as possible.
robinonadderall: ([pos] sheyah right)

[personal profile] robinonadderall 2013-09-12 02:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why are you being so bossy?" Stiles asked, reaching up to cup Derek's face in his hands. He obviously had no problem with touching right now. "Don't be bossy, Derek."

He quickly became distracted from bossiness because of more important matters. "Oh your beard is nice. Can I scratch it? I'm going to scratch it."
justlurkinghere: (:[)

[personal profile] justlurkinghere 2013-09-12 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"What--" Why are you doing this? Derek was never letting you have drugs or alcohol after this. Never.

Derek grabbed his wrists, forcing hands away from his admittedly pretty epic beard before giving in and just picking him up in a fireman carry to deposit the overly touchy idiot on the couch.
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[personal profile] robinonadderall 2013-09-12 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey, there's your butt!" Stiles hadn't been expecting this turn of events but could he complain? No, not really.
justlurkinghere: (oh god what now?)

[personal profile] justlurkinghere 2013-09-12 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Derek officially hated everything.

And was dumping Stiles on the couch so that he could flee to the kitchen. Stiles clearly needed water. Yes. Yesss.
robinonadderall: ([pos] i can't believe you rly)

[personal profile] robinonadderall 2013-09-12 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, where are you going?" Stiles asked, craning his neck to look in the direction of the kitchen. He only barely managed to stay on the couch. "Come baaaaaaaack!"
justlurkinghere: (black like my soul)

[personal profile] justlurkinghere 2013-09-12 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Derek spent a good amount of time ignoring the whining and glaring at the fridge like it offended him before grabbing a bottle of water and sorting through all the pills given to Stiles. Then, with a greatly put upon sigh, fished around for a bag of frozen vegetable to wrap in a towel.

"Why isn't Scott doing this for you?" he grumbled, putting his little pile of things down on the coffee table.
robinonadderall: ([pos] watch me be adorable)

[personal profile] robinonadderall 2013-09-12 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"You came back!" Stiles said cheerfully. Like a dog who thought their owner had gone away forever instead of going to work. "Why would Scott help?"
justlurkinghere: (...his password is ALSO Allison?)

[personal profile] justlurkinghere 2013-09-12 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
It was two minutes! And he could heard everything!

"Why wouldn't he?" Stop making him emotionally constipated, Stiles.
robinonadderall: ([pos] are you positive)

[personal profile] robinonadderall 2013-09-12 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Because because because...he's Scott. I help him." That's what sidekicks are for! "And you're here."
justlurkinghere: (...his password is ALSO Allison?)

[personal profile] justlurkinghere 2013-09-12 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Derek made a face at that, shoving the bag of frozen peas wrapped in a towel at Stiles' face. "Stop talking."
robinonadderall: ([pos] holy hell i did it)

[personal profile] robinonadderall 2013-09-12 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not hungry," Stiles said, trying to shove the bag away. He didn't need frozen peas, he felt amazing right now.
justlurkinghere: (sighing maturely)

[personal profile] justlurkinghere 2013-09-12 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's for your face, moron." Yes, being logic to the person on the good meds.
robinonadderall: ([pos] using tiny words for you)

[personal profile] robinonadderall 2013-09-12 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"But I feel great!" he insisted. "This is the best I've felt in weeks."
justlurkinghere: (like a kicked puppy)

[personal profile] justlurkinghere 2013-09-12 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Damn it, Stiles.

Derek lowered the bag of peas, mouth going into a right line before he caught himself. "Really?"

Oh god, stop taking advantage of his willingness to share, Derek.
robinonadderall: ([pos] hands on hips)

[personal profile] robinonadderall 2013-09-12 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh yeah," Stiles said, nodding absently. "There's nightmares and nightmares and more nightmares. You're in them a lot."

Stiles slumped against a pillow and rubbed his face against it. If the dog or Derek wasn't going to cuddle with him then the pillow would do. "And...there's like this feeling all the time when I'm awake. Like my heart's all scarred and beat up."

"Don't feel like that right now though." Hooray for drugs!
justlurkinghere: (looking down)

[personal profile] justlurkinghere 2013-09-12 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Nooooo! This was the opposite of what Derek had wanted to know!

"Because of what you did with the nemeton."
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