The Formally Creepy Mansion | Thursday Evening

[robinonadderall]

Stiles had not been having a good week, but he made a real effort to pull himself together by Thursday so he could work on giving Derek a good, drama-free birthday. He bought meat lovers pizza, how could it go wrong?

It could probably go wrong in a lot of ways, but Stiles wasn't trying to focus on that.

[For the birthday wolf! Up early 'cause I'm working the late shift, ugh]

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[justlurkinghere]

Okay, the pizza was a good touch. And Derek was aware what day it was and also the fact that Stiles knew about it because he was a snoop. And also aware of Stiles' fun waking nightmare. He was very aware of things. Except matters of the ~heart~

But that didn't stop him from saying, "What did you do wrong?"

Worth a shot at getting an honest answer!

[robinonadderall]

"Nothing!" Stiles looked affronted by that accusation, thank you. "I'm being nice. You do know what being nice is, don't you?"

[justlurkinghere]

"I was raised by wolves." His humor was subtle and strange and bad.

[robinonadderall]

"Hilarious as always," Stiles said, rolling his eyes. "I told you I was going to do stuff for your birthday."

[justlurkinghere]

"If you sing, I'm kicking you out," Derek warned him, going for the pizza. The birthday pizza.

Oh god, he was so oooooold. And his age was constantly changing to suit the shitty plot!

[robinonadderall]

"I'm not gonna sing," he promised. "You don't deserve to hear my beautiful singing."

[justlurkinghere]

"Who told you it was beautiful?"

[robinonadderall]

"Nobody needs to tell me, I just know." Sure, that was a legit excuse. "Now eat your damn birthday pizza."

[justlurkinghere]

"You didn't have to," Derek said once he'd inhaled two slices. It was a magical thing, watching him eat.

[robinonadderall]

It was actually pretty gross, but Stiles had no room to judge.

"It's your birthday," he said with a shrug. "I got you other stuff too. The birthday train doesn't stop at pizza."

[justlurkinghere]

Magical like a Nova special.

"You didn't try to make a cake, right?"

[robinonadderall]

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Of course I didn't. Bakeries exist, you know."

And it wasn't a whole cake. Because that wouldn't be healthy.

[justlurkinghere]

...it would be healthy it it was a carrot cake, Stiles.

"Good."

To broach the subject or enjoy being catered to... Choices. Choices.

"What did you get?"

Cake came first. Stiles' sanity second.

[robinonadderall]

Carrot cake was not healthy, Derek!

"Hold on, I'll get it," he said, getting up from the couch. "Spend time figuring out what you want to watch tonight. I promise I won't complain about what you pick...for the first hour or so."

He was determined to come up with time filling things so Derek wouldn't bring up anything Stiles didn't want to talk about. Because that would work.

[justlurkinghere]

It had carrots in it! It was healthy!

"Right," Derek replied dryly. He knew guilty hiding when he saw it, Stiles. He was the master of guilty hiding. "Kitty stopped by the bar."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles stopped in his tracks but didn't bother facing Derek. "Okay?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Cake." Because goddamn it, he was getting cake for trying to talk to Stiles about this in a mature fashion. Mature-ish fashion.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles continued on into the kitchen, shoulders hunched and moving slower than he had been before. You were just determined to ruin your own birthday, weren't you Derek?

He put a single candle in the red velvet cupcake he bought and lit it 'cause that's what you did on someone's birthday. He had gotten one for himself too but ate it about five minutes after he brought it home.

Stiles had also gotten Derek a gift but left it (sloppily wrapped and labeled) on the kitchen table for him to find later. He wasn't sure if this was the right time to give it now. It probably wasn't as much as Derek spent on the iPad for him, but Stiles had done his best.

He came back into the living room and gently placed the cupcake on the coffee table so the candle wouldn't go out. "I don't want to talk about it. Now make a wish and blow out your candle."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek sighed like the big, useless drama queen he was under all that angst and man pain, but did as instructed to blow the candle out. He didn't make a wish and you can't make him.

"She's worried," he settled on, plucking the candle it so he could peel the wrapper off the cake portion. And by 'she' Derek meant himself. So.

[robinonadderall]

"This is talking about it," Stiles said. "The thing I just said I didn't want to do."

[justlurkinghere]

"Pretty sure this is me talking and you sulking," Derek replied. And oh god, he was turning into Laura. This was horrible. He broke the cupcake in half, shoving one at Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles shook his head, gently pushing Derek's hand away. It was Derek's birthday cupcake and Stiles had already eaten one anyway. "What do you want me to say?"

[justlurkinghere]

Shut up and take your sympathy cupcake!

"They're getting worse."

[robinonadderall]

"And?" Fine, he'll take your stupid cupcake, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

"And it's rainbows and puppies," Derek shot back sarcastically.