robinonadderall | Not So Creepy Mansion

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Not So Creepy Mansion | Tuesday Morning

Since Stiles had slept on the couch last night he had noticed roaming dinosaurs and whatnot in the streets of Fandom. Honestly, even if he had been out there he probably wouldn't have noticed. Because he was really tired, okay? Sleeping soundly hadn't been his strong point for...like seven months now.

He had managed to make it to the coffee maker but decided to doze off halfway through, still standing up with his head against the counter and a coffee filter by his face.

[Mostly for Derek but can totally be open to those who live there/visitors. Work SP applies]

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Derek lolled his tongue out unrepentantly, showing off fangs that were probably scarier to other people. Just be glad he wasn't trying to get into the fridge to eat raw bacon.

Yet.

"Yeah, you're only getting half of these," Stiles said. "Did you want cream cheese on them? Wag your tail or something for yes."

Derek rolled his eyes, but did indeed wag his tail. That was possibly some gif-worthy material there. He could be sarcasm wolf all over the Internet.

Also hopping up so his front paws were in the counter and look at that. Almost the same height as Stiles again!

"You don't need six bagels," Stiles told him as he put cream cheese on a few. "Nobody needs six bagels."

Derek grumbled low in his chest, scooting closer to the bagels. The sweet, sweet bagels.

"Hey, hey, get down," Stiles said, nudging Derek with his shoulder. "Mike will kill you if you leave claw marks on the counter."

Yeah but. Bagels.

Derek gave him the most disdainful look he could manage before dropping back down. Without his coffee, thanks. Stiles, you were terrible at reading his mind.

Then he gave into the urge to lean against Stiles' legs so that he was pinned in place with loooooove.

Stiles was not giving a wolf coffee! It seemed wrong.

He would, however, chuckle a little at being pinned against the counter. He held out a freshly cream cheesed bagel down to him. "Here."

Aww, you treated him right when you fed him while he was stuck as a wolf. Derek carefully took the offered bagel, minding his teeth near Stiles' hand. No need to accidentally bite someone this week.

It was followed by a few quick chews before he was--sigh--licking smudged cream cheese off Stiles' hand. This was so, so wrong.

"Oh thanks," Stiles said, holding out another bagel. "I'm gonna get jealous if you lick anybody else's hands, just for the record."

Derek gave him another look for that. Because it was like thinking he was going to kiss random people. Then delicately accepted the next bagel.

You were so lucky Derek liked you so much, Stiles. Sooooo lucky.

Yeah Stiles was not considering Derek licking cream cheese off his hand as kissing. Because Stiles had been known to lick food off of Scott from time to time. It's what bros did.

"Did you want more?"

Well mouths were involved and Derek wasn't exactly the most social person. Despite being a huge closet romantic...

Derek nosed at his hand to say yes to that, resuming his lean. Apparently Stiles just wasn't allowed to leave now. So. There was that.

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Stiles huffed, amused by how affectionate Derek was as a wolf. Guess you didn't need to be self-conscious when you were non-verbal and covered in fur.

"Okay, but last one," he said, handing it down. "I don't think wolves should eat this many carbs."

It helped that emotions seemed simpler like this. If something made him happy, he was happy in a flash. His mother hadn't been this out of control, but she'd had years to settle into this skin. And Laura... well, it hadn't seemed strange right after the fire when she stuck close like this.

Derek perked at that, disengaging once the next bagel was eaten to sit in front of the fridge. He'd pry it open himself, but he was trying to stay in control of these quick bursts of feelings.

"What do you want now?" Stiles asked, chewing on his own bagel. "Three huge bagels weren't enough for you?"

Protein, Stiles. He needed protein. And why wasn't there a universal sign for bacon?

Derek stared at him intently before looking at the fridge again. Just understand his burning need for pork. So he didn't accidentally eat a bunny.

Again.

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Stiles sighed. "Maybe there's some turkey in there or something."

He wandered over to open the fridge, doing his best to block the way so no pork-addicted wolf would try to sneak anything out.

This is because you denied it from him, Stiles!

Derek rumbled again, nosing in to get at something that was definitely not turkey. It was only going to end in tears and someone falling on the floor.

"Derek, no!" Stiles said, trying to use his butt to push Derek out of the way. "You're getting turkey! It's just as good!"

Too bad Mike wasn't here to witness this ridiculousness.

You can't make him do anything! He was an alpha werewolf and he would should check you right on back!

Okay, so it wasn't full force. Or even close to it. But he was still being difficult and squirming under Stiles' legs for the goal. Oh god, being a wolf ruined all respectability he might have had.

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"Oh my god, Derek," Stiles said, holding on to the freezer door handle so he wouldn't fall over. "You're being ridiculous!"

You're ridiculous!

But that was enough to get Derek to reevaluate what he was doing and scamper back to think about how this wolf thing wasn't the best choice at the moment. While Puppy Joe took up residence between his forelegs. Like he owned the place.

Stiles sighed, wondering how this was his life right now. He pulled some sliced turkey out of the fridge and held out some to Derek. "Here. Meat."

Stiles, your life now featured a wolf the size of a small pony and a Pomeranian. So.

Derek sighed at him before taking the offered meat. The sacrifices he made. Ugh.

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