Anti-Creepy Mansion | Friday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

Stiles was dying. This was it, his last days on earth. He had clearly contracted some sort of ebola-like disease and was in the midst of shuffling his mortal coil. He would die on this couch.

Or he could just be really sick. It was probably that one.

At least it was his last day of torturing people in the mansion with his coughs and whining. He was going back to Beacon Hills tomorrow to torture his dad and the McCalls with it. Everybody deserved to deal with Stiles when he was like this. At least the werewolves couldn't catch anything.

[Open for the people that live there/visitors. Gotta get this brat out of town during the BDE. Stupid job with stupid working]

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[justlurkinghere]

"You don't have either," Derel replied. Ugh, the shit he put up with here. And, if he was helping support Stiles in that sitting up venture, that was no one's business but his. "Stop being dramatic."

That was Derek's thing.

[robinonadderall]

Luckily for Derek, Stiles was too sick to notice him being adorable and supportive. "Says the guy who bought an entire pharmacy when I just had a sore throat."

[justlurkinghere]

"And how did that turn out for you?"

[robinonadderall]

"I haven't used even half the stuff you bought." Mostly because he was stubborn.

[justlurkinghere]

"And maybe that's why you're so sick," Derek shot back. Damn lack of a magic cure! MAYBE IF YOU GOT THE BITE, STILES...

[robinonadderall]

OH YEAH, HE SHOULD HAVE DEFINITELY SAID YES TO YOUR CRAZY UNCLE, DEREK.

"I probably would have died of an overdose if I took all that," he said. "And you'd have to explain it to my dad."

[justlurkinghere]

"You would not have." He had a long discussion about that with the Sheriff while attempting to get that stupid soup recipe.

Somewhere in the background, Puppy Joe was sliding on by thanks to the random ice. It sort of ruined the argument mood.

[robinonadderall]

"The dog's going to give himself a concussion," Stiles said before attempting to cough his lungs out.

[justlurkinghere]

"He likes it," Derek replied, rubbing Stiles' back with the palm of his hand like that helped.

The dog took after Derek and his freakish grace on the ice.

[robinonadderall]

Well, it felt nice. That was something.

"I don't like this," Stiles said, leaning forward until his forearms were resting on his knees and he was staring down at the floor. Because that position made his chest hurt less somehow. "I'm gonna die. Tell Scott he can have all my clothes and video games."

[justlurkinghere]

"I'll be sure to tell him," Derek said dryly. "Maybe tell him to get started on it now."

[robinonadderall]

"No, he can't. He has to wait until after I die. Or at least wait until I get to Beacon Hills so I can watch him play." Stiles sat back up again, only to flop down into the pillow on the couch. "That's the plan. I'm gonna hog his bed and play video games until Melissa shoves cough syrup down my throat."

And he'd actually take it for her because she was a nurse and was sort of scary.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek narrowed his eyes at that. "Why won't you take mine?"

...phrasing?

[robinonadderall]

"Because you're not a scary nurse?" You weren't scary at all, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

He could be! Because who needs consistent back stories!

Bam, he was an EMT. It probably ended in tragedy.

"So?"

[robinonadderall]

"So that stuff is nasty and I'll only take it when I have to," he said. "Don't feel bad, she's been dealing with me since I was like four. She knows all the tricks and threats."

[justlurkinghere]

"Why would I feel bad?" Derek snapped, getting up to rescue the dog from a corner.

HE MADE YOU SOUP, YOU EVIL LITTLE SHIT.

[robinonadderall]

"Because I'm not getting any better despite the fact you've been hovering over me for almost five days," Stiles said. "I feel bad that I haven't been getting any better 'cause you're helping when you don't need to."

But he didn't feel bad enough to voluntarily take that nasty ass medicine that claimed to be cherry. That wasn't cherry.

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm 'hovering' because you won't do anything," Derek shot back. "And you could have gone back to your dorm if this is that big a problem for you."

Mmmmm. Missing the point.

[robinonadderall]

"Did I say it was a problem?" Stiles said with less snark than he wanted to. That took energy he didn't have right now. "I can't make soup for myself without burning something and I have no idea how you managed to make my mom's soup right."

[justlurkinghere]

Derek rolled his eyes, shoving the dog at him. "You have me your dad's number, remember?"

It had been another traumatizing conversation.

[robinonadderall]

"You called him?" he asked, taking Puppy Joe and pulling him into a cuddle. "You called my dad for a soup recipe?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Yes." There was nothing wrong with that.

[robinonadderall]

"Oh...kay..." That was weird. That was a weird thing you did, Derek. "Well, thanks."

[justlurkinghere]

IT WASN'T WEIRD. AT ALL.

"You're the one that put his number in my phone."