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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[robinonadderall]

Stiles kissed Derek back, lazily running a hand down his bare chest. "This part of gardening?"

[justlurkinghere]

"Yep," Derek replied with a grin. "We're keeping an eye on the garden in case rabbits try to eat things."

[robinonadderall]

"I was wondering about that," he said. "What will you do about the potential rabbits that try to eat your vegetables?"

[justlurkinghere]

"I was kind of hoping Puppy Joe would try to chase them, but that doesn't seem likely."

Mostly because those bunnies were larger than him.

[robinonadderall]

"The rabbits would probably try to eat him."

[justlurkinghere]

"I thought a wolf being around would keep them away."

It did not.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles smiled and patted Derek's cheek. "Just don't hunt them down, okay?"

[justlurkinghere]

"What, you don't want rabbit stew?"

Just be glad sex pollen didn't give him time to leave the house to hunt for his beloved fiance.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles wrinkled up his nose. "But the poor bunnies."

[justlurkinghere]

"If they eat all the vegetables, I'll be forced to eat bacon, Stiles."

[robinonadderall]

"You don't have to kill them to get rid of them," Stiles pointed out. "And vegetables exist outside of your garden, Derek."

He would not fall for that logic.

[justlurkinghere]

"Free vegetables?" He'd drag you to the farmer's market at the crack of dawn to spite you, Stiles. Don't think he won't.

[robinonadderall]

Stiles sighed. "We're not bickering about bunnies and vegetables on my birthday."

[justlurkinghere]

"Welcome to being an adult," Derek muttered against Stile's neck. So he couldn't see the grin. Sneaky, sneaky Derek.

[robinonadderall]

"Don't be a jerk," Stiles said, smacking Derek's arm.

[justlurkinghere]

"I'm not being a jerk!" he said. Being a jerk.

[robinonadderall]

"You are so," Stiles said. "I'm gonna give you so much hell when you turn thirty."

[justlurkinghere]

"You are not," Derek insisted, rolling to pin Stiles to the ground. "I'm never going to be thirty. Werewolf secret."

[robinonadderall]

Stiles huffed when he found himself looking up at Derek. Somehow he should have known this was going to end with them rolling around in the grass. "I've seen werewolves older than thirty."

[justlurkinghere]

"Are you sure about that?"

[robinonadderall]

"Yup," he said. "Like it or not one day you'll be thirty."

[justlurkinghere]

"Only chronologically." And then he'd find a grey hair and cry to Stiles that he's an old man. Stiles, you married an old man. Soon to be in the grave...

[robinonadderall]

Stiles couldn't wait for that day, to be honest. He'd laugh so much.

"And now you know how I feel today," Stiles said, Derek's grumpy face making him smile.

[justlurkinghere]

You're the worst, Stiles. Derek just wanted to stay young and pretty forever.

"Twenty is not the same as thirty."

[robinonadderall]

"Close enough," he said. "And neither are the same as forty. Oh man, wait until you turn forty. You'll have me and the kids making fun of you."