Nameless House | Friday Afternoon

[robinonadderall]

As of  this morning Stiles was no longer a teenager. Twenty didn't feel too different from nineteen though he did have a minor crisis over the last few days that would be much more appropriate on his twenty-fifth or thirtieth birthday. How did this getting old thing happen? Who allowed this?

Ignore the fact that he still had a babyface and probably would until he was forty.

At least he had classes this morning to make him feel young. And homework to do this weekend. He tossed his bag on the floor of the living room when he got home, deciding he could worry about that on Sunday night. It was his birthday he shouldn't have to do homework.

[For Derek and whoever else feels like pinging]

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[justlurkinghere]

Forever kind if a twink, it was true.

Derek came back in the house and away from his mostly failure of a garden attempt once he heard Stiles. "Still having your midlife crisis?"

This is what happens when you date someone who can smell moods.

[robinonadderall]

"I wasn't having a midlife crisis." That would be saved for forty.

[justlurkinghere]

"Close enough." Wait until Derek turned thirty. Or found his first grey hair.

[robinonadderall]

"You are way more age obsessed than me." At least when it came to their relationship.

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm not engaged to a teenager anymore." SO MAYBE, YES.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles rolled his eyes. "It wasn't that big of a deal."

At least not to him.

[justlurkinghere]

Derek rolled his eyes, but leaned in to give him a quick kiss. "Was a little bit."

[robinonadderall]

"You're ridiculous," he said. "And you smell like dirt."

Damn that man and his gardening attempts.

[justlurkinghere]

That garden would happen. He was determined.

"That not a turn on?"

[robinonadderall]

"Do you find dirt a turn on?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Depends," Derek replied, hooking his arms over Stiles' shoulders. "Is it from you helping me out in the garden?"

[robinonadderall]

"You want me to spend my birthday helping you in the garden?" That sounded like work, Derek.

[justlurkinghere]

Because it was indeed work.

"I'll make you lemonade." Yes, that would work.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles sighed. "What would I have to do?"

[justlurkinghere]

That made Derek grin and kiss him again. "Pulling weeds would help. But since it's your birthday, you could just keep me company."

In the outdoors instead of the nice, comfortable house.

[robinonadderall]

"I suppose I can do that," he murmured. "It'd probably be a nice view."

[justlurkinghere]

"I'll take my shirt off if you promise to protect me from the neighbors." One was a cougar, Stiles. It was super awkward.

[robinonadderall]

"I'll make it known that you're taken," he promised, reaching for Derek's hand. "Come on, show me this impressive garden."

[justlurkinghere]

It was basically a patch of dirt with the occasional spot of green where tiny plants had been placed to hopefully grow. But he was super proud of it.

But, considering his luck, they would die. Or abandon him and then die.

"It won't be impressive until there are actual things to pick," he replied, pulling Stiles along.

[robinonadderall]

"I'm impressed we even have a garden," Stiles said. "It looks nice."

Like...a bunch of dirt. But Derek was obviously proud so Stiles was a fan of this pile of dirt.

[justlurkinghere]

It also kept Derek from focusing entirely on wedding planning. Which was for the best. No one wanted a werewolf groomzilla.

"Not too domestic?"

[robinonadderall]

The wedding was two years away. Groomzilla could wait.

"Is there such thing as too domestic?" he asked.

[justlurkinghere]

That just gave him two years of pinterest boards.

"...there has to be, right?"

[robinonadderall]

Stiles shrugged, plopping himself on the ground in a sunny spot. "So what are you growing?"

[justlurkinghere]

"A bunch of vegetables," Derek replied proudly. "And some watermelon because it seemed like a good idea."

They'd end up with tomatoes, kale, and tiny watermelons.