Non-Creepy Mansion | Monday Morning

[robinonadderall]

When Stiles woke up Monday morning he was completely human (that he knew of). And almost completely back to normal except for two things. One, he was now dressed in a manner that Jackson and Isaac would have probably approved of (this version of Stiles ditched the plaid and wore more flattering stuff) and, two, he woke up with a nosebleed.

"Oh fuck," he said, holding his hand up to his nose. That couch would need to be cleaned, definitely.

[For those in the house if they're around. Work SP applies]

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[robinonadderall]

"You know I don't care what you look like when you shift, right?"

[justlurkinghere]

"I care."

Like the fragile flower he was.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles nodded, understanding that. "You gonna make me breakfast?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Do I get bacon?"

[robinonadderall]

"Why would you get bacon?" he asked.

[justlurkinghere]

"It was a stressful weekend."

Totally.

[robinonadderall]

"Stressful?" he repeated. "Really? How so?"

[justlurkinghere]

"You were gone." Duh. "And it was the full moon."

[robinonadderall]

"I wasn't gone," he said. "Not really."

[justlurkinghere]

"Gone enough." Deal with his logic.

[robinonadderall]

"Aww, you missed me." You will deal with the teasing if you wanted bacon, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

Oh, Stiles. He will get you back for this. Don't make him.

"I said that." He most certainly did not.

[robinonadderall]

"I don't really think you did," he said, trying not to smile.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek rolled his eyes, closing the distance between them before he put his hands on the sides of Stiles' neck and his forehead against his. Because he was a sappy motherfucker and really, Stiles should have known better on this.

"My anchor isn't working as well as it has before," he muttered, looking at Stiles' mouth rather than his eyes. "So you being---"

A giant spaz? A bag of peas? Who knew!

"Helped."

Aw yeah, he got his disgustingly romantic gesture on there.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles inhaled sharply, not expecting that at all. "Oh."

"Are you okay?" he asked, not wanting to presume anything. "Your anchor is a pretty big deal."

[justlurkinghere]

"My anchor after my family was killed was anger," Derek said, inhaling deeply before remembering he ought to be giving Stiles his space.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles didn't much care about personal space at the moment considering he was twisting his hands in Derek's shirt. "And that's not working anymore. Because you're not as angry anymore? Or because your happiness is distracting you from it?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Is one better than the other?" Derek asked. And yes, he was petting The nape of Stiles' neck. What of it?

[robinonadderall]

Stiles shrugged. "Just wanted to know if I should feel bad about messing up your anchor."

He said it lightly though, because honestly in his opinion Derek's happiness came first.

[justlurkinghere]

"I'd rather be happy and struggle to control myself than unhappy and in perfect control," Derek said after an awkward pause.

[robinonadderall]

"I'm in complete agreement," he said with a nod. "It'll get easier."

Possibly after relieving some, ahem, tension between the two of them.

[justlurkinghere]

There is that, yes. All that tension.

Probably didn't help with the touching happening. "It will," Derek agreed. He nodded, forcing himself to take a step back before more of that salacious hugging could happen. "It doesn't stay the same your whole life anyway."

[robinonadderall]

"Thank god," he said. "Scott would be in real trouble if that was the case."

[justlurkinghere]

"Pretty sure my little sister's first anchor was Elmo," Derek said. Because deal with it, Stiles.

[robinonadderall]

That drew a surprised laugh out of Stiles. "That's terrible."